#then Etoiles went insane with too little

[nocinovae]

Honestly I think a major thing that helped that was this new system to reward the players for those projects and domestic things.

It’s not only paying them for completing dungeons or killing mobs or exploring 1000000 blocks. It’s also has them make a cute bedroom and decorate it!

It makes the players all give their hands at different things that might not be their normal play style. I think it’s awesome to get that kind of content! Like tubbo struggling through making his bedroom decorated enough. I think the waystones are kinda in that vein as well. It gets the players out of their regular QSMP comfort zones.

My absolute favorite thing about the reset has been like the houses. Like they all have houses, and they have decorated kitchens and bedrooms in those houses, and front porches that they can wave to their neighbors from. Even when crazy shit is happening it still feels so peaceful and like family like. It's just a bandaid for when they eventually do have to go back and face the horrors but I like that for now they can have a decent amount of peace and togetherness

[born-in-hell]

This ending felt kind of frustrating. Dont get me wrong, really liked watching it. But it just felt... too much? And too little at the same time. There were just so many plot points that went unexplained and brushed over, while new mysteries were introduced. It felt like a cliffhanger for a cliffhanger's sake. There was no satisfying ending to Purgatory bc there was no ending. Literally, it didnt end. They announced pt.2 with other people.

And Purgatory was a plot that interrupted MANY other ones. Just so u guys get the picture im listing some of them:

rebellion (etoiles and fit),

soul vultures & grim reaper (bbh),

presidency & nether comeback (forever),

cell's comeback (cellbit, bagi, pac and mike),

fed infiltration (foolish),

past lives (cellbit & bagi/bagh/pierre/fit)

Here's also a list of all the unanswered questions and lost plot points i could think of, regarding all of the qsmp:

Who was the cursed team? The eye didn't mention it once during the ending.

Who is the Eye?

What the organization behind Purgatory is? Was it only 1 entity?

Still no answers abt what is the federation besides the worker hierarchy and that there is something stronger than it.

Still no answers abt Arin or the computers

What did qforever achieve by going to the nether? Was it all for nothing?

What was the Judas book? Was it related to Purgatory?

How did qPac get out of the Nether to go to Purgatory??

What were and what was the purpose of the Mini-mes?

Elquackity. Just Elquackity.

Antoine????????????

What does comic bbh recieved mean?

What does the egg story the islanders got on the maze mean??

What are the eggs?

Why were the islanders and eggs kidnapped by the Eye?

Why are they cracking? What are those cracks?

Why was the fed conducting hybrid child experiments?

What was the eye's intention? Why did they want to prove the islanders were bad people so much?

What does that radio convo they listened to on the maze mean? Who were the ppl talking?

Black cucurucho/evil cucurucho/baribal. How does he fit in the purgatory arc? What is it?

Why did the fed send qWilbur away to do shows?

What is the black substance?

What did they do to quackity? Why quackity?

Why was qmax told to build a nuke, how did he carry it into purgatory and why did he set it off on egg island?

What was the island b4 the current events? Where did the people that lived there go?

Why did qbagi's and qcell's parents live on quesadilla island? What were they doing there?

What did qCellbit discover that made the feds send him away?

What happened to Sofia?

Why did that guy tell qMax to build Sofia?

How did dan and spreen die?

What is Project AB?

Why was Dappers hat on the puzzle b4 the dice game?

Why was the first game directed to qBBH? Why was everyone else just tp'd?

What did the "Humans believe in god because they dont have answers. You are inteligent" line Cucurucho said to qBBH mean?

What did they do to qFelps when he was kidnapped??

What did the Fed do to qCellbit while he was infiltrated?

Is the rollback implied by qForever's insanity cutscenes canon? Or were they dreams/hallucinations?

Who is the rebellion and what are their goals and motives??

Why were they targeting the eggs?

What are the codes?

What is Codeflippa, who is she affiliated to?

Who is the Special Guest and why did the Fed buy muffins by their request?

Who is the Duck?

Who is the Host?

What did the egg's Purgatory messages mean?

Why were they first kidnapped?

Why did Elq kidnap Dapper?

The Angelic Cucurucho??

There's certainly more, but these were the ones i remembered. Also, yes, there are theories, implications and semi-confirmations for a lot of these. But no clear direct answer. Just fan work.

There's so much going on. While the regret arc was happening, the mysteries were simpler and the stakes were a lot smaller. We had the fed, the eggs, the island and the codes. That was it. The main goal was to get off the island but now. It ended in a satisfing way bc it was a linear tale that followed naturally and wasnt too long.

Happy pills was also a satisfying arc bc it ended clearly. We got the payoff we needed from it.

With the eggs disappearence arc, we've been suffering for too long. Theres always a new clue. We are always so close but too far. When we think we'll get an answer and a conclusion, we just don't. For the story to have felt complete we needed answers. What we didn't need was a cliffhanger. Another one.

[rakkuntoast]

Your talks about Missa's mischaracterization are exactly why I made a post specifically asking for Missa mains to give me their analyses for me to reference in Awake Me From My Nightmare.

I even went as far as to slap some parts of the post in Google Translate encouraging Spanish qsmp fans to reply to me and I'd just have someone translate their analysis for me. Which I did (thank u Kami ily). And I was so fucking happy when more of my responses came from Spanish speaking fans than English. Peak QSMP moment <3

But anyway yeah. Missa's characterization has been lowkey my biggest concern writing the fic tbh. I wanna do him justice. He definitely isn't written as a pathetic woobified uwu cinnamon roll, that's for sure.

I've been staring very hard at the paragraphs people gave me on his character and I THINK I've been doing a decent job at balancing the "gets overwhelmed by things" wet cat side Crows see AND the "um actually he could kick your ass and can be a bitchy little shit" reality?? Mans is getting lots of moments where he's like "fuck this" and gets ready to Literally Fight God. There's still lots of tears, but like, if YOUR husband was in front of you covered in his own blood and lookin like he's rapidly wasting away in real time, you'd be an emotional wreck too. So I'm decently confident in his characterization, but I still have that "AAAAA I HOPE I'M DOING THIS RIGHT" worry. 100% gonna be clinging to comments from readers about if I did him justice. So far I've characterized everyone (Phil, Fit, Etoiles) super well according to readers. 😭🙏🏻 Hoping I keep up the streak with Missa in Chapter 3.

The discussion you've been having is exactly why I'm doing my best to do him actual justice. And I might actually read back through your posts and translate the Spanish bits just to get even more insight. I don't see enough people talking about qMissa like this.

And on a semi-related note, GOD I wish there were more YouTube clip compilations of Missa moments. Like idec if they're not just qsmp, I want more of them in general!! Idk if I just wasn't searching well enough or what but when I went looking a while back, there were MAYBE 2 videos at all, let alone Eng subtitled so I could understand them. And rooting through Tumblr for clips is a pain. 💀

Tldr thanks for talking abt this Rakk, this is exactly why I've been busting my ass trying to not write Missa reduced to one trait or the other. Tbh I've been seeking out proper analysis/understanding of qMissa even before I was writing him in a fic. Bc I KNOW what we Crows see is a fraction of his character.

ISAAAA you're doing God's work honestly, the "fights God through tears" is peak qmissa characterization akfknsjx

I do think we need more translated Missa content, sadly like the best thing you can get is qsmp clips translated or someone on twt decided to translate this one bit from his videos (like him having a crush on a pineapple)

it's sad that it doesn't get talked about how clever the guy is and while the fix is pretty easy (just getting more missasaurios to talk about him) it's just a case of bothering to translate stuff cuz that shit takes time and effort

as well as missa's miscaracterization not being talked about as much cuz a lot of the ppl who talk abt him are English crows who think he's a sopping wet cat<- i am BEGGING for people to unlearn this word it's making me insane

[mad-c1oud]

FROM THE FOG I RISE WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH AN IMMI CHAPTER!!!

IT'S LOVELY! It's got yummy Etoiles' emotions and feeeeelings!

Your mc mechanics interpretations are top tier fr, bc holy shit waystones using emotions? subconscious feeling? intent? will? instict? of the person is SO COOL

AAAAAAAA Teleportation magic being this old abstract force of will with its sole focus on connecting people AAAAA its magical flow being natural to this world

It makes me think of all the waystones being connected through a network, or smth like mycelium

Funny question tho, how would teleporting work for some of the ADHD folk who can't for the life of them focus on a singular destination?

And how do u think the magic would deal with a person that desperately wanted to teleport somewhere familiar, but that waystone and the place was destroyed beyond repair?

Anyway, tysm for the chapter, I wish u well for any irl stuff and writing endeavors!

Starcicle prevails 😌 🌟🦠(<- lol it kinda looks like slime if you believe)

YEHAHHHHH WERE BACK. I missed the goobers terribly

I’m so happy everyone has been loving the waystone thoughts. It’s something mentioned in most fics where they teleport, but I’ve never felt like elaborating becuase at those points, the characters already knew how it worked. So this moment of introspection from someone as analytical as Étoiles has been real fun.

I’m gonna blab about it more below the cut so click for insane word rambles if you want<3

So.

The inspiration came from the fact that if given the choice of what superpower I would choose, I would go with teleportation. Always been that way. I would always think about how it would work too becuase I was obsessed with MHA for a few years and they’re take on powers and quirks was just too much fun. So I thought about how teleporting would work, if it was sight based or maybe you had to have physically been somewhere to teleport there, etc. i liked the idea of needing to be familiar with a place before you could teleport there, or having some connection to it. Intent, knowing.

When I saw the waystones in the qsmp, and actually used them myself in minecraft, I just started automatically pushing those general teleportation thoughts onto the mechanic. They naturally generate in the world, these old pillars with ancient scribble on them (lke the enchantment tables). In order to use a waystone, you have to “activate” or click it. I just… went with it.

I didn’t realize I was using the idea until a few chapters into twaho and starting fingers. When. I did, I developed it a little more but still, I like to be vague about it. I like magic you don’t fully understand, especially when it’s ancient. Also I feel like over explaining it ruins it in some cases and while Étoiles is the po to over explain mechanics, I like shoving him at something he can’t fully pick apart.

Gah sorry you asked for none of that but I like talk sorry. On to your queries…

Warping for those with ADHD or just overall scattered thoughts— tricky. Since I like to think of these waystones as almost alive (at least the magic), they’re interrupting the “information” from the person touching the stone. Like Étoiles on the beach of Eggxile right after upsetting Charlie, trying to warp to his base but all he could think about was his mistake. All he could think about was Charlie. So the waystone kept him there, where he clearly needed to be, until Étoiles could focus and put more intent into his warp. It’s real easy for people to end up at the wrong waystone simply because they’re distracted or panicking, their minds a jumbled mess. A funny irl example would be anyone wanting to go to one waystone but out of habit they clicked the wrong one, muscle memory. Silly stuff like that. I could talk about it all day tbh

And for the other q… ouch. While I don’t want to over explain the warpstones, but I will say this: the magic is contained in the stone pillars or the warpstones, so when they are moved, it moves the magic. However— the longer a pillar is left somewhere, the more attachment the magic has to an area. Magically and literally. Same for waystones that are frequently used by several people.

Think of the warpstone hub near spawn. That area is like… it’s almost like a beating heart, veins branching out to other communal places like the Favela or France or Phil’s. The traffic and the thought going into those waystones… the magic loves to share the world and loves when people share with it.

I haven’t put too much thought into what would happen if someone tries warping somewhere a stone has been destroyed or removed, but I think it boils down to a few things: how strong those feelings/memories are, and how desperate someone is to return. It’s going to vary from person to person depending on their own connections. I think it will also not be pleasant. You are trying to use magic that is no longer contained, that might not even be present in the location you are going, relying on a signal warpstone or waystone to get you there. Think like a cut wire: it’s contiained until the metal becomes exposed, with no grounding after. Chances of you actually getting there are slim, but maybe the right spark with find it’s way. I don’t know, my metaphors are awful. The idea ties into the share stones. Someone going to a warpstone without having ever been there is impossible unless they have someone else on the other end, connecting those points. Providing the memories and feelings and thoughts for others

Spawn point and beds and shit are al whole other thing that I have yet to chew on, but I think they are separate for the most part.

Okay I’ll stop talking i could go on for everrrrrr about this stuff and what it means for different hybrids, different situations, restrictions, hiccups… I love over explaining minecraft mechanics. It’s so much fun.

Come yell at me with questions or ideas on anything!! Now you guys can go back and reread some of my fics with a little extra context haha.

[isa-ghost]

I miss him waking up to sunshine while some gentle C418 song plays. I miss the weight in my chest wondering if the start is too good to be true and some horrifying lore was about to reveal itself.

I miss the smile on his face as he looks over Chayanne and Lullah sleeping in their beds before he leaves the bunker or the treehouse to go find Morning Crew or Etoiles or to grind out bakery tasks.

I miss Fit greeting him the same exact way he always does 9 times out of 10. That warm, swaggery "Oiiii!"

I miss Phil curiously exploring the nearby server while he waits for the kids to wake up, every reaction to something new landing somewhere between a suppressed giggle or outright confusion as he asks the Murder "what the fuck??"

I miss the way he'd get unhinged and say things out of pocket on a level he never did around the kids, especially if it was Fit or Etoiles that incited it.

I miss the way he'd light up like a Christmas tree as suddenly his two little kids pop up on their beds excited to see him, or when the only reason he knows they're awake is because he hears Lullah's maracas shaking from the next room.

I miss when he'd break the 4th wall, purely for his own amusement and because it was so funny to watch Lullah die inside every time he did it.

I miss how unconditionally he loved both kids, and how he always went above and beyond to include and demonstrate his love for Lullah whether it was when he was Abuelito or Papa.

I miss the way, out of character, how he could identify 2-3 admins in less than a minute just based off how much they lagged or little unique behavioral quirks they had.

I miss the tension of waking up and looking to see where or how much the black concrete has spread this time, and if there's any new clues as to what it is and what it means.

I miss stopping everything I'm doing the moment he leaves the bunker or treehouse or beach house because there'd no doubt be some new trace of one of the Hardcore deities around.

I miss excitedly waiting for him to go into 3rd person so we could see those fluffy crow wings.

I miss anxiously waiting for him to go into 3rd person so we could see if anything with his skin had changed as Ender King grew more present.

I miss the Deathduo crumbs we'd get whenever Phil would lament about missing Missa and fawn over any new drawings that had popped up since last time he was awake.

I miss the way Phil would whip out his camera the SECOND he caught sight of something new, weird, and fucked up while mumbling about how Cellbit will want to see it immediately.

I miss the way he would accidentally end up in the center of everything, minding his business at home and suddenly 2 to 4 of the people he's closest with and their kids turn up and sweep him right into their shenanigans, be it some fun or an emergency of some sort.

I miss the rare moments where FINALLY he would confide in Fit in whatever personal horrors were happening to him.

I miss not knowing whether or not we were witnessing him lose touch with reality following the trauma with The Birdhouse. (I fucking love you Sunbird Stream)

I miss all the pictures Phil would take. Events, clues, funny moments, the kids doing anything ever, something that made him think of another islander, something that made him think of the kids, something he thought was cool, some kind of chunk error broken Minecraft thing.

I miss all his gripes about mod mobs, I miss his vendetta against those little meat creatures, I miss the way his heart would drop into his ass at the sight of a nightmare stalker's eyes.

I miss the way he'd get starry-eyed and slack-jawed at the sight of whatever new insane and cracked thing Pierre or Tubbo made since last time he saw their bases.

I miss what a little shit he'd be at events. Slipping into places he shouldn't with enderpearls and bikes. Goofing off with Capybaras. Trying to wander off. Going out of his way to harass Cucurucho. Fighting in vain not to lose his shit laughing at whatever hijinks the other islanders were pulling whenever they were all trying to sneak around and get answers from the Federation.

I miss how after the eggs vanished and Birdhouse and Purgatory and Ender King he grew more tired, more anxious, more suspicious, more paranoid, desperate to just stay in his lane with the kids at home, whatever and wherever that was at the time, in the hopes that nothing else would threaten them or scare him. And yet, despite all his fear the longer time went on, he'd still smile through it all because at least he had his kids. He'd still melt and warm right up around his friends. He'd still launch right into You Fuck With One Of Us, You Fuck With All Of Us mode.

I miss the way he was always one of the first people to drop what he's doing and spring into action the moment he saw any indication anywhere that an egg was in danger.

I miss his malicious compliance with the Federation, all the little things he'd do to rebel, the way he wouldn't hesitate to demonstrate his thoughts and feelings via whatever felt like the strongest middle finger at the time.

I miss the way he'd be falling apart, but never enough to help or uplift someone else.

I miss the heartache of watching him bury his terror and worries because he didn't want to burden anyone, especially the kids.

I miss qPhil guys.

Guys I miss qPhil

[poltergeist-coffee]

I am officially dead

But here I am again:D

Not much to say because my mind is kinda fried

BUT WHY THE HELL IS ROIER A RAT??? AND QUACKITY TOO

I mean, I'm not really surprised, it's Roier, this is exactly the type of random thing you should expect from him, but how did it happen???

Roier is one of the funniest people ever, I can't with that voice changer

AND MIKE IS FINALLY BACK YAAAAAAAAAS

My cubito/streamer is back:D

Look, I'm not saying Pac is my favorite character/streamer but... I mean, if he was, Mike would be too because it's Pac and Mike

I would draw him if it wasn't almost midnight and I was less dead and I didn't have to wake up early in the morning and hadn't I started at lesst 4 four drawings I didn't finish, but yeah, I will do it eventually:D

Cellbit and Baguera went full kill mode a few days ago, apparently

Good for them:D

We almost got a hideduo date, but of course, Pac had to be kidnapped:D

I love how those cyclopes workers kidnapped Tubbo and Pac, and then there was Etoiles. Who was bullying them

Etoiles is simply amazing

And then they went to Forever, saying, " we got you in an ultimatum" and he put one of them in jail

That's my president:D

AND SUNNY AND RAMON BECAME FRIENDS? YAAAAAAS

Them<3

Also, I want to say that Pepito is my child now, Pepito is literally a baby, and I love Pepito very much

And I've seen some posts of Chayanne and Forever interacting recently and... I love them, Chayanne beloved

We don't have guapoduo, nor hideduo, or pacmanduo, or frubbo, or teaduo

But apparently, we got sugarduo, so I guess it is the price to pay

Anyway, I hope everything is okay with you and that you have a happy holiday:D

If have anything to say about your aus or any other thoughts, please tell me, I'll be happy to hear

Hope you have a good day/night!

- 🍽

WELCOME BACK LOVELYYYYY I MISSED YOU PLATE ANON :DD

roier gave us the most liek 5 minutes heartbreaking acting and serious lore and then turned into a fucking rat so he could be silly and crazy asdkjnvsajnakj

me too king TT i keep starting drawings and then forget to finish them TT the amount of unfinished drawings i have is unreal but i want to do them all TT currently im drawing a lot of qpac and qetoiles hehe :3c its for a racing/formula 1 au ^-^

IT WAS SOOO COOL TO SEE BAGHERA AND CELLBTI FUKING RUNNING AROUND AND KILLING EVERYONE!! THAT WAS INSANE I LOVED IT!! THE WHOLE THING WAS SOO SO COOL

im worried about qforever ;-;; he tweeted something not too long ago about his cubito and a stream tomorrow like im so worried ;-;

YAA IM SO HAPPY RMAON AND SUMMY ARE FRIENDS :')) sunny has had such a hard time making friends and feels like none of the otehr islanders or eggs (besides pepito and empanada) like them so im so glad ramon likes her TT its so cute seeing her hang out with ramon and fit like aaah theyre so cute

EVERY DUO IS DEAD!!!! NO ONE IS MAKING IT OUT ALIVE!!! WE CAN'T HAVE SHIT ON THE QSMP

yaaa i hope everything is going well for you too king :")) its lovely to see a little message from you ^-^ happy holidays!!! i hope you get some rest and everything <33

[ratchedspeach]

Can you write a one shot about Cat and Jade being cute and in love?

Oh who am I to say no to this! Get ready for fluff with a lil bit of angst (cause I’m still me teehee) … In which Cat hates studying, and Jade has had way too much coffee

La Lune et Les Etoiles

In which Jade is an insanely passionate student, and Cat is not.

She might be the only person Cat knew that loves finals week. Jade sat cross legged on a chair, her purple-streaked curls pulled into a messy ponytail and her eyes trained on the novella La Salle de Bain by Jean-Philippe Toussaint. She had dragged Cat there to help her do research for their French final, which Cat had agreed to after enough threats to her immediate bodily safety from her morbid but mostly harmless friend. Cat hated finals - hated school in general, really, which only made her hate being in the Hollywood Arts High School’s surprisingly dull library past 1:00 in the morning on a Friday night that much more.

“Are you planning on actually reading it?” Jade inquired, taking a sip from her fourth cup of coffee since they’d been there, but never looking up from her own book.

Cat looked at the book in her own hands - Dans La Café de la Jeunesse Perdue by Patrick Modiano. They were comparing the dichotomy of French gender roles throughout the decades by analyzing famous philosophic, literary works. It had been Jade’s idea, obviously, and Cat had only gone along when she’d finally promised that she would write the paper on her own if she would agree to at least help with research.

“It’s in French.” Cat pouted, bending the corners of a few delicate pieces of paper with her index finger.

That got Jades attention. She peaked her eyes out from behind her already half-finished book, quirking an eyebrow. “So?”

“I speak English.”

“Cat, the project is for our French class.” Jade addressed, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach when she realized she knew exactly where this conversation was going.

Cat nodded, adding an airy “yeah.”

“We ... It’s supposed to be in French.” Jade folded the corner of her page down before placing the book on the desk separating the two of them. “Can you ... do you not ... Cat, please tell me you can actually speak - oh forget it.” She placated, bringing her thumb and index finger to clamp down on the bridge of her nose.

“I’m sorry,” Cat spilled, “I tried to tell you that I wasn’t very good at this.”

“Cat,” Jade cautioned, her eyes burning with an amalgam of frustration, and what Cat could only explain as ... humor...? “this is an upper level literature course. One of the requirements is speaking French. How did you even get in!?”

It earned them a hush from the librarian, which earned her Jade’s loudest, most melodramatic groan. This was all just getting to be a little too cliche for her. She had agreed to be partners with the red head because out of everyone in that class, she was the person that Jade hated the least. She had known that it would mean doing the bulk of the work - not because she thought Cat wasn’t smart; as a matter of fact when she applied herself, Jade was often shocked at what the girl had to say. No, rather she knew because she had seen Cat’s performance throughout the semester, thus knew how much she struggled with the language. She just ... hadn’t realized the full extent of it.

Cat bit her lip, averting her own gaze from the brooding girl across from her. “You sounded excited when I said I was gonna be in it. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Okay, first of all, nothing excites me.” Jade griped, ignoring the color that rose in her pale cheeks. “And second of all, I wouldn’t have told you to take it if I knew you couldn’t actually speak French!”

Cat’s usually sunny features drew into a childish glower. “You were excited.”

“Excitement is for man children.”

“Sikowitz is always excited.”

“Point and case.” She gloated with a smirk.

Jade could hold a grudge against anyone, but when she harrumphed softly, crossing her pink sweater adorned arms across of her stomach, her smiled tugged a little harder at the corners of her mouth. There was no use being angry with Cat - it was like trying to be upset with rain for falling - it didn’t know better, and neither did she.

“Look, it’s fine.” Jade sighed, rolling her eyes and pulling her hair out of the ponytail. “I’ll do the project, and Mme. Chopain doesn’t need to know a thing. I promise.”

Jade tossed her now loose curls over her left shoulder, bringing her fingers to massage the roots of her hair and tussle them softly. Cat watched, her warm caramel eyes fixed on they way her fingers skillfully moved through her dark locks. It did not go unnoticed by the goth, who felt something in her stomach flutter. She took a deep breath, pulling her fingers out of her hair and bringing both hands to cup her now lukewarm coffee mug. The library had a small vending machine which dispensed one dollar cups of the stuff, and while it wasn’t to the standard of the countless artisanal shops in the LA area, it was enough to keep her wired, and that’s all Jade really cared about.

“Thank you.” Cat intoned, the last of her pout melting away back into a sheepish smile. 

Jade watched the redhead, a flash of something warm streaking through her eyes before they settled into her usual, deliberate glare. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment as though she were about to say something, before shrugging slightly and burying her nose back in the text.

“What?” Cat queried, leaning in across the desk and placing her chin gently on her folded arms. 

Jade bristled slightly. “Nothing.” She snapped. “I’m just stressed now, that’s all.”

The other girl studied her for a moment, because it wasn’t anger she sensed in her. It was … something else. Cat worried her bottom lip between her teeth, continuing to examine Jade, who had noticed her interested, which only made the color in her cheeks rise further.

“You’re being weird.” Cat noticed airily, twisting a few pieces of hair between her fingers.

Jade’s brow furrowed. “I am not!” She exclaimed, earning her another shush from the after-hours librarian. “Shush me again, and I’ll strangle you with your dollar store wig!”

They were kicked out of the library immediately, much to Cat’s delight. The Hollywood Arts parking lot stretched drearily in front of them - a fresh blanket of mist causing it to glint in the early morning light. Cat checked her pear phone for the time. 3:13 a.m. She rubbed at her eyes before glancing at Jade, who was rummaging through her cluttered backpack for the keys to her yellow VW Bug (It would never not make Cat giggle a little to see the otherwise monochrome girl in her all-too vibrant, all-too girlie car).

“I can drive you home if you want.” Cat offered as Jade threw her bag on the ground in a fit of frustration and what she could only assume was coffee-induced adrenaline.

Jade didn’t respond. It was now her turn to press the palms of either hand to her eyes, heaving a low sigh as she sat on the curb, her legs stretched onto the empty street. Cat bit the inside of her cheek, uncertain of whether that was supposed to be a yes or a get the hell out of here. She chose to assume the former, mimicking the other girl’s movement, and sitting delicately next to her. Jade shifted slightly as she felt her friends hip graze her own when she sat down.

Cat noticed. 

“Planning on sleeping here?” She asked, only half joking, before adding, “I think my cot is still in the attic.”

Jade smiled softly. “Well I can’t sleep.” She admonished, pulling her hair back into the ponytail she had started the night in. “Too much coffee. So I might as well…”

“What?”

Jade shrugged, but didn’t respond, because honestly, she wasn’t sure. She was too tired to study, and too wired on black coffee to sleep. She hadn’t planned on getting kicked out of the library. Come to think of it, she hadn’t exactly planned on doing the work of a two-person AP French Lit exam all on her own. Jade felt the tension in her chest grow as her breath hitching dangerously in her throat, and apparently so did Cat, because before she could process what was happening, the redhead was pulling her head onto her shoulder, stroking the goth’s hair, and apologizing.

“I should’ve told you I couldn’t speak French.” Cat whispered.

She smelled like a mix of peppermint and lavender, and it made whatever anxiety was bubbling in Jade’s stomach almost completely disappear. “It’s ok.” She whispered as her breath came back to even. “I should’ve known better than to think you did.”

Cat giggled, and Jade matched her, pulling her head off of her shoulder to meet her gaze. Their laughs dissipated into a heavy silence. Cat watched as Jade’s smile fell into an uncertain glower, the light behind her eyes glinting with a mixture of deviance and … could that be … Is she scared? Cat thought, before something flared in her mind.Oh shit. Am I? Cat thought she should look away - thought that holding the gaze of her fickle friend could only lead to empty, but still terrifying threats of violence. She knew Jade.

Or … so she thought.

It caught her completely off-guard, therefore, when what came from Jade’s lips wasn’t incitements of bodily harm, when it wasn’t anything coming from them at all, but when it was just … her lips - soft, and gentle, and tasting of rose-tinted lip balm. Cat’s eyes went wide for a moment before a flood of warmth starting from her mouth and radiated through her body, and her eyes closed and she just reveled in it. They sat like that for a moment, Cat’s arms coming across Jade’s shoulders, and Jade’s awkwardly at her side as though she still wasn’t sure if she was allowed to touch the redhead.

The kiss lasted no more than a minute. Jade was the one to start it and to end it - pulling away with her eyes still closed like she couldn’t believe that she had just … that she …

“Shit.” Jade breathed, alarm sounding through her entire body. 

Cat watched her, the fingers of her left hand coming up to touch her now lips in disbelief, wide-eyed, and still warm, and wishing that she could kiss her again. “That was …”

“Shit.”

They looked at each other for a moment longer before a smile pinched the dimples on Cat’s cheeks, and Jade’s heart fluttered desperately. It scared Cat a little to see her so uncertain, because it was the very opposite of the behavior that she had come to expect from the brooding teen. She placed her fingertips on the pavement, allowing them to brush against Jade’s, and watching as her lips pursed into a tentative smile that resembled more of a smirk.

“I didn’t know you were …” Cat trailed off when the dark haired girl shook her head.

“I … didn’t really know either.” She admitted, before adding in flustered babble. “I mean, I knew, I just … I … I hadn’t planned on …”

Jade trailed off, bringing the hand not touching Cat’s to smack her forehead as she continued to fight for the right words. The redhead smiled sheepishly, her chest fluttering as she watched the other girl. The smile fell, though, when she saw the tears rimming her lash line as she desperately tried to blink them away.

“J-Jade…?” Cat pulled her hand fingers to fully lace between her friend’s (if she could still really call her that).

“My parents don’t know.” Jade whispered, sucking in a sharp, shuddered breath.

“Neither do mine.”

“Beck doesn’t know.”

“… oh.” She’d forgotten about him.

They sat in silence for a moment, Jade still holding back tears, and Cat watching her like she might disappear altogether if she so much as blinked. Their fingers stayed entangled, both of them grasping onto the other like it was the only thing grounding them to earth. Jade felt like she was flying as the mixture of angst and utter joy jumbled in the pit of her stomach. She had never thought about what her first kiss with a girl would be like. She had always known that she wanted to have one, but she hadn’t expected it to be so … gentle, so exquisitely delicate and easy. Jade realized that a large part of that had to do with who she was kissing. Cat - all smiles and sunshine and utter bliss. Jade wished it could be simple, wished so desperately that they could just kiss and have it mean nothing more, but she knew it couldn’t be left at just that. Cat, on the other hand, blinded by her positive (dare Jade say … naive?) outlook on the world, was over the moon and nothing more. Jade envied her for that.

“There’s a saying in French,” She changed the subject, eyes still fixed on the empty school lot, “la lune et les etoiles tout ensemble.” 

Cat had never heard her speak French, and it took her breath away - the way the words flowed and flickered between her teeth, and the expulsion of breath that perfected her accent.

“What does it mean?” She asked blithely.

Jade looked at her, eyes ablaze with too many different things for Cat to comprehend. She wondered how someone could feel so many things at once, how she could fit everything into her slender frame.

“The moon and stars all in one.” Jade smiled faintly, perhaps even a little sadly, before placing her head once more on the other girl’s shoulder.

Cat didn’t know how to respond, so she didn’t, welcoming the contact and the warmth that once more radiated throughout her body. They sat like that until dawn, watching the stars fade into the glow of morning, and letting the rest of the world slip away.

At least for a little while.

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I LOVE SPIDER ROIER SM AHHHH

my idea for him is closer to an arachne (specifically a wolf spider because fluffy), y’know, human top half/spider bottom half, so the idea of him making webs and stuff gets me, i think it’d be so silly. The eggs love riding on his spider half, people are a bit too heavy/are very uncomfortable (except Cellbit and Jaiden on rare occurrences), so the eggs will line up to have a ride 

AH i love the idea of group preening, going back to the Roier, Jaiden, Cellbit thing, when Jaiden moved in with Roier, they ABSOLUTELY had designated times to preen her feathers and brush out his fur, and this transferred over to when roier and Cellbit got married, all three of them are walking around with the smoothest fur/feathers

Slime and Mike, while unexpected, have so much potential for being slime brothers. If you look at Mike’s base skin, at the top of his legs where they connect to his body, its a bright red?? To me, when he’s fully slime and not looking like a person, his main body is green, but it fades to red at his limbs and stuff. Them being slimes works so well, they’re so cartoony already

All the birds, since they can’t fly, like to hide small things in/decorate their wings with little charms. Mostly Phil because crow, but Baghera and Jaiden have a couple flowers and keychain-like things tucked away. AND THE NEST STUFF?? Amazing. Phil has gotten to the point where he just stopped making his bed, taken apart and stored away the frame, and sleeps on a pile of blankets and  pillows and leaves and loose clothing and fabric that’s stacked onto an actual mattress. Same with Quackity,,, Baghera and Jaiden both have nice beds, but sometimes you just gotta nest

The Brazilians, we love them, are 90% of the time, the start of cuddle piles. BBH likes to cuddle sometimes, but he’s usually the one who keeps watch while everyone is all snug and asleep. Same with Phil, but that man is so tired, he’ll pass out standing sometimes anyways

THOSE SLIME HEADCANONS ARE SO GOOD I’M LOOKING THUROUGHLY- Slime loves being stretched around, Juanaflippa was the kid who always watched slime videos and stuff, so whenever they went places, she would take his hands and stretch and poke and squeeze them to stay entertained.

I’m so normal about BBH, I already have two big posts ( 1 2 )��dedicated to him, but I can go on about the smaller things. When he has a bunch of eggs together, he’ll try to instinctively cover all of them with his wings, more so than the other winged people. He’ll even do this to people sometimes just because he’s so tall, mostly the humans but hybrids are not safe. Fit, Forever, Slime and Max have all bumped their heads on a wing before, Cellbit, Philza and Baghera are all understanding/used to it, and Roier moves around too much/is too big for this, but BBH has tried.

Etoiles, the cucumber he is, has golden scars after his past few insane dungeons (explained here)

Etoiles also has the habit of just sitting in water, he’ll dig small holes in the ground just to stand in it or lay in any body of water. Baghera and Foolish will join in on this, the three like to just. float on the water for hours at a time.  Sometimes, when Foolish is procrastinating, you can find him laying face down in the water, and if someone comes by, he’ll flip over to be like “don’t worry I’m not dead yet.” Leo (and basically every egg) loves laying on his chest/back when he does this. If there’s multiple eggs, he’ll try to lay out as much as possible to make room for them all, he’s like a floatie or a mini island!

all the eggs little feet feel like kitten paws, but gegg’s feel almost like those sticky hand toys

Hybrids love physical affection, even if they won’t admit it, again, preening!!! Many times they will be found nearly on top of each other or pressed against another, even when standing. I’ve seen so many screenshots of people standing so close their faces touch, or how Pac and Mike will look like they’re trying to fit onto the same block???

They also all have weird ways of generally showing affection, as I said before, courtship dances are common but never understood (looking fully at the Casualonas/Orange Justice emotes) as well as random gift giving. Cellbit keeps bringing in food, from fish to berries to entire bison, Philza will stop at people’s houses and leave shiny miscellaneous objects or small plants, and Forever will just be like “Oh! Cool rock! Weird looking stick!” and give it to people with the biggest smile on his face. Bad and Baghera both have a backpack/chest full of these gifts from Forever. Showing that these gifts were received and kept makes them all so happy

Your ideas are so so good, my brain is so fully of thoughts and ideas, even more that usually lmao

I love having non-human headcanons for the qsmp members, especially for silly dumb reasons

I’m just saying, the image I just got of Roier trying to do a courtship dance for Cellbit and Cellbit not knowing wtf he’s doing bc they’re totally different animals is pretty funny

Or, I’ve had this idea for a while now, all the ones with wings gently tapping on the eggs or even each other as a sign of greeting.

Example: Bad goes to see Philza and they stand side by side and lightly touch their wings together, like a handshake almost! This could be done with tails too, that’s be cute,,,

Lmao Foolish’s love language being just straight up biting, Baghera and Quackity going into water yet somehow come out fully dry, AUGH THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEAAAAA

Or all the hybrids going up to people and softly head-butting them for attention, and then the eggs pick up on it and now they’ve started gently bumping into people to get their attention ahhh,,,, this is adorable,,,

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1824 Wednesday 17 November

9 10/60

2 25/60

Breakfast at 10 1/2 – read over my letter finished last night – the 1st page very affectionate –

pretty and sentimental   liked to have her always with me when away from her like a little skiff sent out to sea nor hand nor helm to guide it thro the track less deep ……

Mrs Page’s complaint to Madame de Boyve against Madame Cherrelle – Mrs Barlow went to speak to Madame de Boyve and could not come to me till after 11 –

then read her the whole of my letter to Π-Mariana narrowly watching her countenance I saw it fall to hear a style so affectionate   she merely remarked it was sso and reioiced I had such a friend   went down with her and sat from twelve to two she having been away quarter hour at luncheon   she thought the letter very warm enough from a husband to a wife but there was nothing beyond friendship   we then talked of my dress my gown shabby my lino frills not fit for me to wear   I offered to give her fifty pounds with which to set me up properly but she dared not venture it – iust before going out came upstairs to put on a napkin my cousin come –

Sent off my letter to M-Mariana (Lawton) about 12 –

at 2 Mrs Barlow nd I went out – along the rue de la paix and the boulevards to the champs Elysées and the barrière de l’ Etoile, on our return walked along the rue St Honoré as far as the palace royal meaning to have gone to the rue de coq to buy books, but turned back – the streets becoming dirty and Mrs Barlow seemed tired – got home at 4 10/60 – stayed with Mrs Barlow in her room till 5 – dinner at 5 40/60 –

Mrs Barlow out of spirits   I saw it was about the letter   she owned she thought it foolish to make such prosessions   explained that it was nothing new to Π-Mariana as the person pointed out as my future companion and whom I had never before felt a win to change said all this was written xxxxx last Sunday week before last Thursday   if simple friendship must content me why change Π-Mariana and how could I be certain Mrs Barlow felt anything beyond friendship till last Thursday   made it appear impossible Π-Mariana could love me   I once admired her but this was past and Mrs Barlow agreed it was more difficult for a thing of this kind to recur than begin altogether new   said Π-Mariana knew me from having learnt the story of Miss Raine which she had been led to investigate from hearing   some of the things she said when first insane but nobody else attended to them   she said also so many things of other people –

Immediately after dinner Madame de Boyve wished to speak to Mrs Barlow and myself – we stayed 40 minutes with her in her own room till 7 25/60 – then going up to Mrs Barlow’s room to talk it all over) a useless row about Madame Chenelle whom she believes all that suits her), after calling in Page and hearing what she has to say agreed to let the thing rest, and entered into our own private chit-chat felt too comfortable to move – had tea brought to us, and stayed quietly together till 11 10/60 when I came to my own room

she got into better spirits   kissed me two or three times of her own accord and I have never known her seem more affectionate   I said she was not calm at heart   no she said she felt too much she liked to feel towards me as one of her best friends and should like to be in Π Mariana’s place   I promised to be a good friend at all events   leaned my head on her breast kissed the left one over her habit shirt wanted to open that she would not permit but closed her shawl   at last however she left this open again   I said my mother had nursed me when my sister was born   she had too much milk I liked it exceedingly asked if she Mrs Barlow would nurse   oh no she could not do this   yes she said it without surprise or anger and as if perhaps I might attain this at least I fancied so I put her hand to left breast saying she had called that her own place why should not I do the same to her   she said that was a different thing   talked of the tread mill business   she said the people stopt to stare at me   she thought it was my gown   it was sso tunbled and shabby  explained that it was not that   it was common enough to be stared at on account of my walk etc.   told some anecdotes   sstopt by bad women on getting into the mail to go to Langton etc.   then she asked me if Mrs Norcliffe knew me   said she was not in my secrets but she was a rattle (described her) and often ioked me about how many flames I had had etc. etc.   she said all sorts of things asked my uncle for ovids art of love told the story of her dining with the folis s before Norcliffe was married etc.   yet everybody liked her   quite a gentlewoman clever a character rather masculine but a capital companion most amiable –

told Mrs Barlow this morning I thought I should have two thousand a year asked how she could live on that   if it would be enough to keep her a carriage and satisfy her not to marry   she gave no very decided answer said the mode of living must depend om myself butt is evident enough she would not refuse to try – we sat on the bed a little tonight she said she was tired   I kept her feelings constantly excited and this tired her –

From 12 to 1 1/4 wrote all this journal of today –

Very fine day – Fahrenheit 58°at 12 p.m. – fire in my room last night and tonight –

Venereal condition, one time treatment on the day, one time treatment in the evening –

20 minutes eating grapes.