#qsmp hope

[moon-icarus]

i left and no one said goodbye, they just closed the door behind me

unknown / calling a wolf a wolf - kaveh akbar / what i could never confess without some bravado - emily palermo / thoughts of an artist - rubesacline on tiktok / arpanmondal270 on reddit / shane madej / sweetstove on twitter / uraa_q on twitter / cellbit's stream - 8.28.23 / 1154 - asofterworld / "you're gonna go far", noah kahan / "what was i made for?", billie eilish / google / cellbit's stream - 8.28.23 / unknown / "can't catch me now", olivia rodrigo / cellbit's stream - 8.28.23 / flavarrshop on twitter / sweetstove on twitter / unknown (im so sorry pls tell me the artist if you know) / cellbit's stream - 8.28.23 / cellbit's stream - 8.28.23

[firexima]

Illustration for the @qsmpzine !!

Tracked time: 68h 41m

Eggs from left to right: Leo, Pepito, Sunny, Empanada, Chunsik, Trumpet, Ramon, Richas, Flippa, Tilin, Codeflippa, Dapper, Pomme, Tallulah, Hope, Chayanne, Bobby

[miscellaneoussmp]

"We will never forget." Cellbit, guilt, and remembrance of an egg called Hope. A Qsmp web weave.

1. "Memories" book from the Qsmp / 2. Cellbit's August 30th, 2023 livestream / 3-5. "Never Love an Anchor" by The Crane Wives / 6. "Memories" book from the Qsmp / 7. "Dear Arkansas Daughter" by Lady Lamb / 8. Cellbit's August 30th, 2023 livestream / 9. "Dear Arkansas Daughter" by Lady Lamb / 10. Book found by Badboyhalo on May 23rd, 2024.

[glitterstarly]

More of the Guaposiblings :D

[dove-dust]

More of my interpretation of this character

[sunflowersteps]

"Shall we look at the moon, my little loon Why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife While it is light" __ Honored to finally be able to share my artwork for the wonderful @qsmpzine, a zine dedicated to the eggs and their admins on the QSMP. I was assigned Hope, an egg that never got the chance to meet us, but was adored by those who knew her nonetheless. I like to imagine that in another life, she lived in Cellbit's castle with him, Roier, and Richarlyson.

Likes + Reblogs very appreciated <3

[beriiblast]

At least they have each other now....:')

[cloudster-clown]

hope model is finished! :D i gave her a little red flower crown since i remembered she liked something red(turns out it was red saplings lol) I am happy with her little design, hope you all like it too! :]

[studio-stephen]

We would've loved to get to care for you, Little Hope. <3

[patorucho]

My piece for the @qsmpzine !! It was awesome to be apart of it and we reached 2 stretch goals wahoo!!

Stained glass unblurred under cut:

[clownwhims]

And when the voices of her dead siblings became too loud, Lullah covered her ears. Scrunched over on the bed, tears silently welled up in her eyes as they were the only things she could focus on. Even without her hearing-aids, it felt as if the whole world was screaming at her.

And just then, a hand touched her.

She could almost imagine it to be scorching hot, despite it barely grazing her. Her eyes snapped open with a startled gasp, looking down towards the touch.

There was a small girl. Smaller than her when she was found in the attic ages ago. And the girl is looking at Lullah, smiling at her. She’s never seen this kid before but the eyes, the smile, the hair, her hands-

Something in Lullah’s heart tells her that she knows her. As she blinks, the girl is gone. She looks down at her hands, realizing how cold they are despite the little ones that were just holding them. When she looks out of the window, the world is quiet and her heart is left with a little bit of hope.

[buggsxp]

they took something from you, something you didn’t even knew you could’ve had.

[zuntoshere]

White book that BadBoyHalo found in Pomme's adoption chamber (22 pages) .

Text version and other pages under the cut:

" 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. "

[6flyingosprey6]

[glitterstarly]

I CAN FINALLY SHARE THIS LETSGOOOO🎉🎉

This are my contribution pieces for the QSMP EGGS ZINE!!✨ I was so happy when I got assigned to work on Hope, my little doomed-by-the-narrative sunshine, along with so many other talented people!! It was a great pleasure @qsmpzine :'3 💜💜💜

Also, because I was already working on this piece when the official lore of Hope dropped I had to make little modifications in my second piece, have fun finding the little details ;)

[dove-dust]

Suntrio kids but it’s one of those Christmas photo card things