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alchemicaladarna · 30 days
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I've had a little more time to gather my thoughts after today's events, and while I do still feel sad and upset that this particular chapter has come to an end, I'm still very grateful that it happened.
I'm so grateful to all the good it has brought so many people. Helping many communities around the world unite and be able to talk to each other, breaking down language and cultural barriers just to freak out about their favorite cubitos.
I'm grateful for all the memories we made. The good and the bad. The sad and the happy. The ones where we all laughed at the silly moments and cried in the tragic ones. I'll look back on them very fondly, and I'm so glad to have been a part of the journey for most of the way.
I never thought I'd get back to watching another SMP after the dsmp ended to be honest. I was just kind of there for that server because I joined at the very end and only watched clip compilations and stuff. So when I heard Quackity was launching a server with Spanish and English speakers with some CC's who I already knew previously, I thought, huh. That's a neat concept I guess. I might not stick around for very long, but I'll check it out I think.
So I began to watch Phil's pov and vods, and I'll never forget the first time I saw an egg live- and just how their characters and stories completely captured my heart in a way that I can't even begin to explain. After that, I decided you know, I might have to stick around for a little while longer. And lo and behold, a year later, here we are.
I also admittedly didn't watch every streamer's pov so I'm not knowledgeable in every character's story, but because of you guys here on qsmpblr, I really felt like I was a part of every community when I read everyone's posts, theories, admire art, or fics people would write too.
I've switched povs a lot throughout the year and I just wanna say thank you to the Crows, Doozers, Jaiden fans (I forgot what you guys are called I'm sorry D':) and especially the Ghosties <3 for keeping me company. I genuinely feel so blessed to have interacted with all of you. Thank you for having me.
And yeah Ghosties, because of your streamer, I'm permanently stuck in that bell now so thanks a lot /j XD
To every fan, on tumblr and elsewhere, thanks for keeping this project- the characters and all the memories we made of it- alive in the fanart and fanfiction. You guys all work so hard and are so very talented too!
To every admin who was part of the project. Thank you for pouring so much love and contributing so much of yourself to the server. It wouldn't have been the same without you. Regardless of if you were a builder, an actor, a writer, etc. you made this project beyond amazing. If it weren't for you, I doubt this project would have reached the same heights that it did. Thank you for all the love, the memories, passion, and care you gave to the qsmp. You all are the best <33
A special thank you to my fellow ghosties here as well. Bad has genuinely become like, my comfort streamer this last year, and I wouldn't have discovered him if it weren't for you guys going crazy over his lore on the dash XD
Thank you everyone. Thank you admins. Thank you CC's . Thank you everybody. This was a wonderful experience and I hope this won't be the last.
This place will always hold a special place in my heart but for now...obrigada, merci, gracias, and buenas noches everyone <333
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finnitesimal · 10 months
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get my guy outta there
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poorlydrawnmcyt · 11 months
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🫵 who are YOU voting for 🫵 + fresh outta prison mike
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rookeryyy · 3 months
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REINVENT
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YOURSELF
tumblr HATES my 44.1mb image swag so it has SO MUCH COMPRESSION and downsizing here. :') peep the actual intended size & quality (or as good as i could get it exported)
post-return Q!Tubbo :] Tee hee.
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un hamburgesa para tubbo (he lookied ungry)
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cellgatinbo · 6 months
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fit: ...please work please work please work, please, i need- i need privacy, can i, can a man- (pac crashes) fit: (screaming) OH NOOO- NOOOOOOO fit: he's dead. i can't believe he's FUCKING DEAD. how could this HAPPEN, i just wanted to be happy...
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cloudster-clown · 7 days
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my son doodle, he has every disease <3
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zuntoshere · 1 month
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White book that BadBoyHalo found in Pomme's adoption chamber (22 pages) .
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" Once upon a time, there were three little eggs.
Three little siblings.
Full of life, they were happy to live. They loved playing with each other, and fell asleep at night while hugging each other.
They didn't know the reason of their existence, they didn't know anything about themselves, but they knew they had each other and it was all that mattered.
It wasn't an easy life they were living, but they had each other and everything was fine.
Full of love, they were kind souls at heart. Mischievous souls, they were having fun playing pranks together on their caretakers.
Sometimes, it was just playing hide and seek with them, finding all the best places to hide in these big white rooms, that were mostly empty.
Some other times, it was just taking some pencils and drawing on the walls with them.
And you may think, "what little devils they were!", but these three little eggs were always trying their very best to make their caretakers happy.
And they did everything they wanted them to do.
Being an experiment wasn't an easy life for them. Each day, they had to go through several batteries of tests.
Sometimes painful, sometimes not.
Sometimes, they swore they could hear a strange cracking sound, and the tests always immediately stopped, and the people around them were running frantically trying to find a way to heal them. Eventually, they were put to sleep and woke up feeling alright again.
Being an egg wasn't an easy life.
But despite how hard it was, the bedroom of these three little eggs was always filled with Laughter.
After all, they were only full of love to give.
These three little eggs were slowly discovering life.
All three of them loved flowers very much.
The first one loved poppies, the second one loved cornflowers, and the last one loved red coloured saplings.
One fell in love with music and playing instruments after a specific test studying reactions to sounds.
Another one fell in love with the snow after a specific test studying reactions to cold environments.
And the last one dreamed of living in a castle someday, after stumbling upon some fairy tales books for children.
Life wasn't easy. But they started having dreams, and were full of hope.
One sinister day, their caretakers didn't show up. It was other people instead. People who looked almost the same, but wore different clothes.
Because of their blank faces, it was impossible to guess what they could be thinking or what were their intentions. But something felt wrong.
Next thing these little eggs knew, they were separated from each other. Feeling lost, they felt anxiety overcoming them. A sense of dread filled them, wondering if it was time for them to start panicking or not. But brave little eggs they were, they just kept following these strange persons.
Eventually, they were led into very small rooms. Very tiny and cramped ones.
They got put into little glass cages, and they weren't able to go out of them by themselves.
Surely, it was just another test, right? They were used to it.
Everything was going to be fine.
The strange blank figures, although faceless, seemed to stare at them for a few seconds, completely silent. And without a word, they turned their backs and started to leave the rooms.
They closed the access to it, and silence filled the rooms even more.
And then, the little eggs started waiting.
They waited, full of hope these people would come back for them.
They waited.
They waited.
They waited.
No one came.
The days passed by. Each day felt harder than the previous one, each day felt more lonely. The hunger was unbearable, being more and more painful each day.
Eventually, they started giving up on hope to be found. But sometimes, you shouldn't give up on hope. Sometimes, you shouldn't let hope go away.
On a bright day of Spring, flowers were blooming. The wind was humming a soft melody. On April 15th, 2023, a little egg was found in an attic.
A month later, a plane crashed. Five French speakers survived. On May 16th, 2023, another little egg was found inside of a wall.
Some more months later, a detective walked into a room. journal was found. On August 30th, 2023, it was too late for this little one.
The first two survived, and despite how hard it was to survive on this island, they were still happy to live.
They had dreams and kept hoping for a better future, with their new-found adoptive families.
The two survivors became sisters again. They didn't know why, but both felt a connection with each other. Both felt very attached to memories.
At the end, they never really forgot Hope. "
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poltergrease · 14 days
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Drew this back in Oct. 23, during the MIA Egg arc...the fact I included Richas as Bad's kid is a sad lil bonus now, huh? :')
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youphoriaot7 · 8 months
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"But if all the eggs were there, where was Techno?"
See that small house up on the top of the Wall? That's the one; surrounded by vines and crows and field after field of potatoes.
What, didn't you wonder where Philza was today?
Old friends have a lot of catching up to do. And it's best done over some farmwork.
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quesadillayuri · 10 months
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LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO
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massivewaffle · 8 months
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Something that has stuck with me all day while watching the QSMP event is how close so many of the server members have become. There were so many times when someone would see something and immediately tear up, and whoever was with them would commiserate that they felt it too. There's a little beat of silence when Tina immediately cries upon seeing the Techno ofrenda and jokingly says she doesn't know why she's so emotional, but before she can be too self-deprecating, everyone chimes in saying they feel the same.
Charlie says, "it's just genuinely really sweet that this is here." Tina says how she wasn't expecting it. Mouse and Baghera having to walk off after putting down flowers because they got teary. Fit giving Techno's ofrenda a salute before quietly saying how he wished Phil was here to see it. Bagi and Etoiles wandering around and Etoiles goes a bit quiet when he sees it and explains to Bagi how he played with Techno before and how cool he was. Bagi says it's a beautiful tribute and then gets visibly emotional when Etoiles talks about how he knew him.
Bagi had never met an egg until now, but she was teary for a lot of the event. Tina only had so many interactions, same with Mouse, but everyone was totally understanding in them crying too. I just really love this server and everyone being able to read each other well enough to tell when someone needed to be told, 'Yes, I get this feeling too; we can be sad together for a few minutes,' or if they need a laugh to shake them out of that headspace. Charlie's voice drops when he talks to Mouse and Baghera at the memorial and when he explains who Techno is to Juanaflippa. You can hear Bad's voice breaking every once in a while, and he and Fit discussed how they weren't expecting the event to be like this, but it is so beautiful.
I'm just sad and rambling now, but I just love how these people from all over have met via this server, and even now, whether they're sad over fictional egg deaths or the real-life death of a colleague in some cases, they're not alone in their grief because everyone on this server just gets it.
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totem-but-shark · 4 months
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interpreting foolish making a few of his own skins as qfoolish knowing how to sew and making his own clothes is one of my favourite headcannons because one of qfoolishs main ways of expressing his love and care is acts of service, he loves through actions. So it only makes sense that he might tend and care for the clothes of his loved ones too
imagine qfoolish sewing all of Leo's clothes, each new shirt or sock getting slightly larger than the last as she grows up before his very eyes, feeling immense pride as he goes from sewing tiny rompers to elaborate dresses that take days to complete and rolls and rolls of fabrics just to her liking all for his little girl. His heart melting ever so slightly as he starts all over again knitting a red and white striped scarf for a baby Pepito.
qjaiden showing him her wings and foolish immediately insisting she hands over every vest and shirt she has to add wing holes into the back so she never has to feel constrained and hide herself ever again.
For the longest time qroiers clothes were plagued with tears and gashes. Rips in his overalls after bobby passed, the gash in his hoodie from a friendship turned backstabbing. He can't find it within himself to fix alone, he hardly knows how. Until he's adopted, qvegetta and qfoolish taking him in with open arms and suddenly there's another hand steadying his shaking fingers because qfoolish cannot undo the hurt qroier has faced but with needle and thread he can help his son repair what he has
Mixing this with another headcannon, I like to think that the suit qroier wore at his wedding might've been one of qvegettas from one of his failed marriages. Knowing he'd never allow himself to wear it and let himself be hurt again, and so instead wanting his son to have it and see it finally worn at a happy wedding. One based upon genuine love. Though he may never experience that moment himself at least someone he loves can, the cycle continuing for qvegetta but finally breaking for roier. But Vegetta is BUILT, broad as a brick wall and muscled like no other. So foolish steps in, adjusting the shoulders and waist and whatever else until it's perfectly tailored for qroier ready to walk down the aisle carrying the love of both his fathers with him.
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bex-inxo · 1 month
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Hey, i know it's kinda tough right now, but it'll be okay
Maybe it sounds delusional, but I'll keep my hope into qsmp until the end, qsmp is not just eggs, it's also people and what they're doing. All the meetups and every other game outside of the server the members played together is qsmp, new languages and cultures are qsmp, this community and all the beautiful stuff it made is qsmp. After the grief ends we'll have to move on and not just keep holding into what used to be. Even if this's the end of the eggs, it's the start of something else
The only thing i don't understand is why they gave us hope. Why they gave Tallulah a new skin, why doing the egg laboratory thing, why Nacho, why they gave us hope
Tho I'm not ready to let qsmp go and my hyperfixation that was there for already an year isn't letting me go as well. So, just keep waiting, it will get better
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glowsticcc · 7 months
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zolovana · 5 months
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I saw in the tags about drift compatible codebreakers and just...yea Pacific Rim codebreakers AU
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bloodpen-to-paper · 4 months
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Its kinda funny how Acau, the arguably more introverted and shy Korean member, was the first one to join (which can come with a lot of pressure) and had to figure out how things work both mechanically and socially using only the translator while the guy who instantly made friends with some of the most extroverted people on this server (to the point where Quackity went to do his own thing multiple times) is the one who comes in second with an already established Korean member there to show him the ropes
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