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two ends of the same spectrum

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You! Take this!

https://www.tumblr.com/communities/writers-of-mcyt

*runs*

*takes it* THANKS!

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Rose of Blue Skies, Empress of Scorched Earth

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rusty bones royalty ✨

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yeah I'm going insane this is fine I have 78 chapters to write because doing them all as individual oneshots would fuck up my statistics so goddamn bad I would look even more insane than I already do like. yes I'm insane about cTommy in the year of our lord 2024 because hand fucking shake my guy but also do I really wanna fuck my stats that badly

okay so I have Significantly Less followers here than on twitter so in order to not look like a mega nerd on twitter I'm gonna talk about the new fic/series (haven't decided yet) on here

my dsmp hyperfix has come back to kick me in the head (I do not support Those CCs) so I'm writing cTommy oneshots to tarot card pulls (so like every chapter is based on a tarot card I pull) anD THE FIRST ONE IS THE HIEROPHANT WHICH IS THE MOST CTOMMY CARD and I need to explode I think

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okay so I have Significantly Less followers here than on twitter so in order to not look like a mega nerd on twitter I'm gonna talk about the new fic/series (haven't decided yet) on here

my dsmp hyperfix has come back to kick me in the head (I do not support Those CCs) so I'm writing cTommy oneshots to tarot card pulls (so like every chapter is based on a tarot card I pull) anD THE FIRST ONE IS THE HIEROPHANT WHICH IS THE MOST CTOMMY CARD and I need to explode I think

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kinda bonkers how the first thing ren gave martyn was a stone axe

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Qphilza moment

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as an admin who worked christmas for tubbo and 3 am streams for tina and 10 hours straight with no breaks for foolish and bbh's lobsters, every single day for months, pepper is 100% correct. it's extremely difficult. we had to put our lives on hold for difficult work that gave us basically no support, mentally, physically, or otherwise. we have every right to be upset, yet we don't lash out. we don't start fights. we choose not to bite.

to the people on twitter who say "these are real people with lives" to us ex admins.... fucking duh. call me back when you dedicate hundreds of hours a month to watching tubbo and bbh and foolish, call me back when you've sacrificed your sleep for a tina or tubbo stream, call me back when you've worked christmas for an unpaid volunteer job that shocked even the streamers.... like. i do bite i just choose to use my powers for good 😇

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Important - QSMP

I saw a post on twitter talking about this just now, and I wanted to say something because it's been bothering me for a long time now. Do not forget about us QSMP update admins.

We've worked our asses off too. We've been mistreated by Studios too. We've had our fair share of shitty working conditions too. We're people too.

And yet people constantly leave us out when talking about the admins. We're constantly forgotten by the fandom, left out of the conversation, and we have to scream to be heard. It hurts.

People speak up when Leonarda is left out. People speak up when the French are left out.

People do not speak up when we're left out. I've seen maybe one or two egg admins mention us ever. We the update admins have to remind everyone we were even there, fandom and CC alike.

Please don't forget about us. Please don't leave us out. We're part of the conversation too.

Sincerely, the QSMP English Updates Philza admin.

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Charlie after he tried to talk to people and got killed immediately:

"WHAT'S THE POINT OF ANY OF IT? NO ONE'S TALKING, NO ONE'S COMING TOGETHER, NO ONE'S EXCHANGING LANGUAGES AND CULTURES. THIS ISN'T PURGATORY, THIS IS HELL. THIS IS HELL. EVERYTHING WE HAVE, EVERYTHING WE KNOW, HAS BEEN THROWN AWAY. IT'S OUT THE WINDOW. THEY DON'T CARE. THEY DON'T WANT TO. EVERYTHING I LOVE, AND EVERYTHING I STAND FOR, IS GONE. DUST IN THE WIND. FOR TWO WEEKS. TWO WEEKS OF THIS"

".............................................."

*re-enters vc*

"hiya :D"

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incredibly niche and also cursed but it came to me in a vision | another one

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hey guys if anyone who isnt on twitter has questions about qsmpen and how it was handled i kind of have a feeling yall will have funnier/better questions so i'm happy to answer things!

*i will not be giving names or testimonies of people who are not myself, as i respect their privacy immensely. (also not going thru a defamation lawsuit)

-as of a few minutes ago, an ex supervisor for the twitter team.

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Sleep Talking

Tallulah was a sleep talker. She didn’t do it regularly, but it has happened often enough for her to deserve that title.

Tonight was no different. Phil had yet to fall asleep, meanwhile both kids were passed out. Next to him, Tallulah began to stir, and a soft mumble came through.

“Tallulah?”

No answer.

“Tallulah are you awake?” He whispered.

After a couple of seconds another mumble. Phil turned on the soft flower night light above him and sure enough, she was still asleep. He laughed to himself, she’s talking in her sleep again.

After a minute of silence, her words became clearer, “… stop … put that down…”

Another minute of silence, and then a giggle, “no papa would get mad.”

And oh? Phil is a curious soul, so he asks, “Tallulah why would dad be mad?”

She mumbles quietly, then he hears something or someone move in the kitchen.

Tallulah speaks again, “he can hear you.”

Phil freezes, “who can hear me?”

After no response he quietly gets out of bed and looks over to the next room, there’s no one there. As he makes his way back to the room she speaks again, “it’s too bright?”

Phil watches the flower light he had turned off slowly start flickering before completely turning off. He feels a cold chill run up his spine as his wings try to shake off the eerie feeling.

Another mumble, but this time she sounds upset. Her eyebrows furrow and her lips downturn, “no… no… stop.” She shakes her head, “…not nice.”

Tallulah continues getting restless in her sleep. What was once her sleeping peacefully turns into sharp movements and discomfort. Phil tries putting a wing over her to comfort her, but she just shoves it off, “can’t.”

Frankly, Phil has had enough of this so he goes to wake Tallulah up, then she starts speaking again, “stop.”

He stops, and she speaks again, “help.”

He hears what sounds like small footsteps next to his bed, but when he turns he sees no one there. He feels like his breath is stuck in his throat as another stretch of silence falls in the room. He thinks it’s over, when one last word leaves Tallulah’s lips, “Bobby?”

Suddenly a crash comes out of the kitchen causing Phil to completely jolt out of bed. He runs but again finds nothing there, not even a broken glass. Everything seems to be in its place, nothing out of the ordinary.

The last thing he hears Tallulah say that night is, “I think he’s gone,” before going completely silent.

What Phil doesn’t see in the dark and under the shadows is a purple like figure slowly retracting its hands from the bed. Its claws are familiar, they fit perfectly into the scars on his wings.

What he doesn’t see is the dead souls who scared him away, the ones that warned Tallulah it wasn’t them.

When she wakes up, she doesn’t remember a thing.

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Sir Scar

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rendog: Woew

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ARCHIVISTS ARE MAKING ME CRY

The letter between Phil & Cellbit <3 doomed by their schedules

[credit to @windwardwords for screenshots]