#Day 4 of QSMP

[royalarchivist]

[Slimecicle and Vegetta start hitting the bell]

Vegetta: Happy New Year!

Slimecicle: Gracias. Happy– Merry– Merry Christmas!

Vegetta: Merry Christmas! :D

Slimecicle: Hey– hey– Happy Yeast-er! Yeaster! Ayyyy! Joke.

Vegetta: [Hesitantly] Ayyy...? I don't know how...

Slimecicle: Es Ingles. Uh.... Welp. El Backflipo! [He does a backflip]

Vegetta: Backflipo! Wooo!

Slimecicle: Backflipo, we know backflipo. [Laughs]

[ Later ]

Slimecicle: "Happy Yeaster" why did I think he'd understand what that– AAAAAAAAA—

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One of the best things about the first week of QSMP was Vegetta and Slimecicle's friendship. The Qlobal Translator wasn't part of the server yet, but they still made it work! :')

[shen-mu]

C'mon, Ramon, blow out the candles! Make a birthday wish <З

[greenteabelle]

thinking about how philza's character in every universe (or server lol) never really gets their happy ending .

hc!philza is destined to roam his world forever alone , with only remnants of history left to accompany him . so what if he continues to find structures and hints of what once was ? he's missed the opportunity to experience all the mythical stories he can only glean from pieces of rubble . he's alone , and he always will be .

dsmp!philza was forced to kill his son as soon as he finally found him after radio silence . and even when he returns as a phantom , he never really manages to bridge that deep chasm in their relationship . the one true friend that he could always rely on , whether as they ruled the entire world together or simply spent their days secluded in the snowy mountains , couldn't make it to the end . two immortal gods , finding solace in each other's loneliness only for one to be left alone again at the very end .

osmp!philza was left with nothing but empty promises as his friends left the safe haven he built with them one by one . he reunites with them a few times in the future , sure , but he can never really reminisce about their times together without leaving a bad taste in his mouth . even at the very end , he can't find the one friend who spared him those lonely times , always just a universe behind his little fella .

30days!philza died with his back turned to the one he trusted the most . despite all his years of experience teaching him to never let his guard down , he does . because he trusts wilbur . and so the last thing he sees as he's pushed off the ledge is the wide-eyed mortification in wilbur's eyes . and it's bittersweet , to know that he would exchange his own life if it meant that his could be returned . but the damage is done , and the ending is bittersweet .

and now , q!philza .

burdened with the task of caring for an egg with a partner he barely knew , he did the one thing he never thought he would do : play it safe . with the threat of the federation , the monstrous creatures that roam the island and the code that seemed hellbent on killing them , he played as an innocent bystander in every major event . because when you've lived a life as long as philza's , you know the worst that the world has to offer , and he so desperately wants to shield his child's innocence . despite the knowledge that chayanne may never remember their time together when he hatches , that the fabled dragon may simply devour him once it finds chayanne in his possession , he protects chayanne .

how could he not , when chayanne is the one he can finally protect for once ?

then he's ripped right out of his clutches once again , along with tallulah whom he's grown unavoidably fond of ( because it's wilbur's daughter , what other outcome could he truly expect ? ) , powerless to do anything . in his desperation to be reunited with his children once more , he ignores every single alarm bell that rings as he makes his way to the birdhouse .

even as he's freed , he's haunted by birds that seem to follow him wherever he goes , as though someone is always watching and reminding him of the consequences of rebelling .

purgatory ?

the name explains itself quite aptly , i believe .

so i guess the whole point of this post is just to appreciate that no matter the tragedy that constantly surrounds philza's characters in every universe he's in , he still keeps going forward .

[aesthetic-gem]

7 more days until the qsmp opens again. he had a good run. i’m gonna miss him

[goingferalapparently]

Based off of @oozblob 's post (post also contains the original image (which is from alpharad's story on Instagram))

[brittie-frog]

Watching Tubbo's and Fit's streams and I can't wait for Bagi to return and hear everything that Empanada's been up to:

- broke their rest agreement on Friday to do lore

- got shot at by evil!Forever/Never and forced to do child labour

- had a sleepover with Sunny and Tubbo in their 3x3 bunker after the traumatic day

- celebrated Tubbo's birthday with Sunny, Fit, Ramon and briefly Tallulah and gave him a drawing

- got given bombs by domestic terrorist Santa and then proceeded to shoot Sunny so she could get hungry

- watched Tubbo build an avocado farming machine

- made a tea party with Sunny outside the factory

She's so adorable, literally watched Tubbo's stream today purely to see if Em woke up. She's already gone to bed but she is sick so expected she wants to go rest.

Edit: I forgot the new cat she got as a present from Ramon I want to know what she named it. Also she returned and they're all laying on the train tracks waiting to be hit... babysitter Tubbo is a vibe. A very different vibe to babysitter bad I think.

[qfitpac]

J'ai regardé des vods vieux hier (like très très vieux) et mon dieu, j'aime beaucoup foolish. Dans 2 jour de la qsmp, il a été avec cinq personnes qui parlent espagnol, sans un translator, sans l'aide (parce que quackity a été dans son mexicain clone arc), seulement pussy out et fais son meilleur

[svtskneecaps]

if i get a purgatory 3 before the year is out i'm so sorry i'm going to be INSUFFERABLE

[theperksofbeingstupid]

spiderbit fluff or fright DÍA TRES!!!!!!!!! prompt: cannibalism. it turned out a lot sillier than some of my other cannibalism stuff <33 inspired by johannis' art!!!!!!!

Roier has been pestering him for weeks at this point. Every morning during breakfast, while they harvested the coffee beans, while they worked on their respective projects. For every meal, every free moment he has, he's giggling and jumping around Cellbit, tugging on his hair or pressing fleeting kisses into his skin.

And normally, Cellbit would be ecstatic to have his husbands undivided attention. But this has been far too undivided.

"Don't you have things to do, guapito?" he asks, running his hands through his hair. They're sitting in Cellbit's office in the Order. Working. Or at least, Cellbit is trying to work while Roier flops dramatically on the sofa and drapes an arm over his face.

"You don't want me anymore, I see how it is," he moans, squinting at him with eyes full of crocodile tears.

"I didn't say that," Cellbit sighs.

"Well! You meant it!"

"Guapi-"

"No! It's too late now," Roier sits up suddenly, "Here I am, keeping my ungrateful husband company. Taking time out of my busy day to plan a Valentines surprise for you, and this is the thanks I get."

"You're planning a what?" Cellbit thinks back on the last few weeks. Is it February already? He's been so caught up in going over adjustments to the Egg Hotel, expanding the Castelo, and lying to Cucurucho that he didn't even notice. And now that he thinks about it, Roier has been disappearing in the middle of the night suspiciously for days now.

"A nothing! Not anymore," Roier slides down the sofa and onto the paper-covered floor.

Cellbit waits patiently. One second, two, three, four-

Another loud, dramatic sigh from behind the coffee table.

Cellbit puts his pen down and rises from his chair, back creaking alarmingly. He crosses the room and stops with his feet inches from Roier's head on the ground. He looks down at him, hair all splayed out and bandana barely hanging on.

"I'm sorry, guapito," he says placatingly, "Oh dear husband of mine, how can I possibly make it up to you?"

Roier glares at him suspiciously. "Two pm sharp tomorrow in the blood room. Wear something nice." And with that he kicks off the ground and lands with his back to Cellbit, "Y ven con apetito, gatinho."

Which honestly, leaves Cellbit with more questions than answers.

Tomorrow arrives quickly enough, with Roier once more slipping out of bed in the middle of the night and returning an hour later to a disgruntled Cellbit. In the morning, Cellbit contents himself with a light avocado toast for breakfast while Roier hums happily and prances around the kitchen.

"Can I at least get a hint?" he asks, watching as Roier picks up and puts down a set of knives of alarmingly increasing sizes.

"Hmm?" Roier seems distracted. Whatever it is he's planning has a part of Cellbit on edge. A much larger part of him trusts his husband implicitly, however.

"Just wear something you don't mind getting dirty," he replies, and makes off holding one of their largest kitchen knives.

When two in the afternoon rolls around, Roier has been missing for a couple of hours already, and a sign spelling NO ENTRAR HASTA LAS DOS has mysteriously appeared on top of the blood room elevator. Cellbit can be excused for feeling a little nervous as he breaks it and drops down into their designated meeting spot.

He's greeted by a table set for two, candles lit and two glasses of wine resting on a deep red tablecloth.

Roier is sitting on the far side, smiling up at him as the walls bathe him in red and the flames cast shadows on his face.

"Happy Valentines, gatinho," he says, and then plunges the knife in his hands straight into his chest.

Cellbit's heart stops.

What the fuck.

"What the fuck, guapito!" Cellbit yells and scrambles forward, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste to reach his husband- His husband who just stabbed himself, his husband who is not bleeding out, his husband who is laughing at him as he pulls the knife out calmly and sets it on the table.

"Que porra é isso."

"Calma, gatinho, calma." Roier lets out another laugh, "You should've seen your face!"

Cellbit feels like his brain is slowly rebooting. He reaches Roier and slowly sinks down to his knees beside him.

"O que- o que você está fazendo."

"Es tu sorpresa!"

Roier grabs Cellbit's hands and pulls him close, planting a kiss on his still parted lips.

"No te preocupes, gatinho. I'm fine! Badboy helped me work out a spell." He scuffs his foot along the floor and when Cellbit looks down, he can see lines traced on the ground in blood, forming a symbol along the whole room.

"What is-"

"Dinner!" Roier tugs Cellbit onto his lap suddenly, the table shaking violently and the wine almost spilling over the sides of the glass with the motion.

"Now eat," Roier says, staring unblinkingly up at him.

Cellbit swallows down his nerves, and allows his stomach to flutter in excitement. The smell of blood is intoxicating, and red always did look better on Roier.

He reaches forward slowly, fingers shaking as he presses them against the open wound on Roier's chest. It's hot, and the raw edges seem to burn his fingertips.

Roier's breath catches when Cellbit's hand slips fully inside, blood welling up and spilling down his wrist. He laughs giddily, watching as Roier's eyes dilate, pupils blown out so wide his eyes almost look black.

"Te amo, guapito," he whispers.

Roier tightens his grip on Cellbit's waist, nails digging into his skin under his dress shirt. "También te amo," he replies easily, words barely audible as Cellbit's hand closes around his still-beating heart.

Cellbit leans forward to press a kiss to his husband's cheek, "Obrigado," he smiles, and then rips Roier's heart out.

[loopscereal]

estuvo chistoso

[madelynpryor]

ik were all suffering in the qsmp drought but how is tubbo and bad doing

[royalarchivist]

🇧🇷 | Fit's impression of Felps from the QSMP Brazil meetup.

Fit: Felps... Felps is not a human being. Felps is- is hilarious, like he just– He would just spawn in to places, you feel me? Like, he wouldn't like drive to the function or like show up at the house or whatever, he would just sh– he would just appear. Felps would just appear, he–

Fit: He's an enigma, he's like an entity, he's a Brazilian entity is what he is. But no– Felps was just a funny guy, I really enjoyed hanging out with him.

[selemina]

Oh, the joys of teamwork and the weight of leadership...

[mikaikaika]

UH OH Fit's mission today

[reyyrr]

• Day 4 - Karaoke.

• So at first I thought about drawing qsmp brazil meetup for day 4, but then i found out about tubbo's stream where he talked about Katy Perry, so-...