#and so does cellbit’s charisma
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somebluemelodies · 9 months ago
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ted nivison… ludwig… and now austin show… who’s cellbit gonna win over next with his charisma
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dappersautismcreature · 11 months ago
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@soullesserror
Cellbit: athena, strategy, often resorted to dirtier tactics than Athena would approve of, but he is her son still. 
Bagi: athena too, but like same other parent as cell cause they were twins, twins born from athena. She is quieter, but just as smart if not smarter than cellbit. 
Pac: torn between Aphrodite and Hephaestus, probably aphrodite with his complex relationship with love. 
Mike: Hermes, god of luck and deception, ill be honest idk mike very well but with Tazercraft’s sporadic luck i think itd be interesting. 
Roier: Aphrodite also fits, i do think he has a more platonic/familial love connection to her, def bitter about her. 
Foolish: Dionysus (ik people want poseidon but ehhh, dionysus is more interesting)(plays into the madness better, plus Dionysus also has a connection to the sea)
Fit: Apollo, theres a certain inevitability to his story, as well as his charisma and storytelling abilities.
Tubbo: Hephaestus feels too obvious, but it does fit. Zeus, is interesting, as he is also the god of justice, I have gripes with the claims that tubbo can control the weather, but Zeus fits best I think.
Baghera: Athena fits, but Apollo does too maybe. 
Pierre: Dionysus, or Hephaestus, cause robot ya know.
Etoiles: hm, Athena is very likely, but to be contrary, he’s a driad.
Tina: a demon, so an immortal, but if she was to be human, Demeter or Hestia
Bad: also an immortal, but if i had to chose, Thanatos
Mouse: an immortal, but Dionysus
i feel like theres just been a HUGE mischaracterization of qcellbit since purgatory one. just saw a tweet sorting some qsmp members into percyjackson cabins (which greek god would be their parent) and put cellbit in ares.
he would be athena at LEAST. i think people forget so often how Cellbit's core is Knowledge, his room is Knowledge, he likes puzzles and information and planning.
he's violent but that is not and should not be his natural state, his assumed primary character trait. he loves more than that, he thinks more than that.
i get that he's going through that angsty arc, and has been for a while, but I do not think that defines his character, at least not to me.
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faes-elytra · 1 year ago
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[ID: Four poems on posters, of different colored backgrounds
Red Poem
Title: Life and Death on Quesadilla Island
On an island veiled in secrecy's breath 
No strangers to Loss, acquaintances of Death 
Inhabited by bountiful souls, dazed and Lost 
Different Lives, different stories, all paying a similar cost
The father of an instrument, whose melody was short-Lived 
The Loss of his child, the anguish, and the anger, he survived 
A mother in grieving, whose flower withered away 
Those memories became blurry, and they started seeing gray
Ever generous and protective in her quiet embrace 
Was it truthfully only power and riches that you wanted to chase? 
A demon in the shadows, whose charisma brought everyone cheer 
In the end, it was you, who gained their approval and a crown to bear
She'd dance to his tune and voice through empty day and night time 
Ebony wings, Lured to a cage, seeking answers and his children, his only crime 
To be the sole keeper of a secret, an agreement made, but never kept 
The day he saw his starlight return, in a desolate corner, he wept
Far from the land from whence you came 
And despite the horrors they endured and the factualities they disclaim
Death is forevermore part of Life, an essential rite 
For in accepting this truth, helps bring ease to the strife
Blue Poem
Title: Death is running after them
Fallen from the skies, they arrived on this island of one kind. 
What is that call from the ground? Does anyone hear this sound. 
It's the song of the prettiest treasure they could have found. 
But is death calling her from behind?
Full of dark, full of fear stronger than ever with the corruption in her hand, 
Got to beat her many times, who could have predicted your downfall, 
You Lost your daughter and your shield, why would you answer it's call? 
Would you rise to protect the people and the land? What will be your final stand?
To one side is your friend, could he be the reason she's gone “poof”? 
He watched her suffer the pain while he watched from the moon, 
He left her alone fight the death while he crooned, 
And he thinks to himself, why did he make her build that roof?
On the other side a genius of a kind, but not as good as he seems, 
He helps you win your fights, but dreams and nightmares haunt his mind, 
One Lost his way through the wind. 
And came back from the death, but it was maybe in our dreams.
The Last one had clipped wings so she wouldn't fly, was cage trapped so she wouldn't fight 
After the strifes she's gone through,she could rest peacefully, she had found her family, 
But the death followed her and the Loneliness got to her sad and in misery, 
They are back at the start, unable to take flight, but this time they'll outlast.
—-- 
Yellow Poem
Title: The Journey of La Huesuda
A calaca watched from afar, her gaze askew,
Willy, Rivis, and Missa were having fun Like a crew. 
I’ll take one of you, the huesuda said, filled with envy and despair 
Lenay and Germán replied. “Bring some joy into your air”
Near the obelisk, the calaca began to roam, 
Seeking the black bear to make its way home. 
Yet, they had Long departed from that place, 
Even the Little angel had Left without a trace.
The Night Wolf saw it and began to howl,
With the noise, La catrina took the dragon eggs on her prowl.
‘Why did they leave them on their own?’ asked the one with glasses,
‘We're victims of society,’ the filmmaker told the masses.
Three fathers found light in art, 
For one, Ciudadobby was a fresh start. 
In Sofia, another found his way, 
The third, with a red bow, started his new day.
A bell stopped ringing, silent as can be, 
‘Arin's name echoed far and wide, have you seen?' 
Me, the skull, tell you this story with stealth, 
Because a part of Life is dealing with death
Green Poem
Title: What does the calaca want?
With the skull, Cellbit danced with grace, 
For her inquiries, the calaca she'd face. 
“Be more cautious," she told him with an icy tone, 
“The next to visit won't be you alone, but your own."
On the other hand, Mike and Pac were building, 
Great works they crafted, and their skills were thrilling. 
The calavera saw and desired one build so grand, 
They chuckled and denied it, taking a firm stand.
One fateful day the calaca took Richas 
Felps, seeking for the egg, lost on the search, caught in enigmas
Bagi, without a moment of hesitation, began her investigation 
About that mystery that took place in the island and the Federation
Fearless as one, they approached the president 
but Death stood in front of him, undaunted by their resentment 
"What more do you want from us," proclaimed, reaching dead-ends 
the calaca replied, "I simply want to be friends.”
Richas departed from his Little hiding spot 
Asking his parents not to be sad or distraught 
"Death won't take me away," said the little explorer 
He was just Looking for someone to play with who'd stay around longer .End ID]
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Here are the poems :>
No clean frames of the yellow one :< (partially covered words are 'it' 'began' 'took' 'dragon' | 'found' 'light')
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