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gingersp1ce547 · 2 days
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Read this post of q!fit headcanons and now i cant stop thinking about how one of the last things q!fit experinced on the island before getting shipped off to the corpse hole was q!phil getting possessed.
Do you think he wonders about whether he’s ok? About whether or not he became a threat to not his friends but his family?
Do you think he worries that if phil, one of his closest friends and strongest allies could end up like that, then what about him? Be it by possession or just his deal with madagio in general
He never got to see that q!phil being ok. He never got to see that phil’s family, his attachment to them was what saved him in the end.
I can only hope that when he returns that q!phil shares that information with him, because i think it could make a world of difference.
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cornerdreams-txt · 2 months
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Idk how much you know about fit’s 2b2t lore specifically but id like to think that the time that fit dies and sees phil is when he was killed by popbob
Tdlr for if you dont know his lore: popbob was a really famous greifer who fairly early on into fit’s stay on 2b2t found fits location by using lightning strikes. Attacked him while he was just fishing at his little fish shack of a house, successfully killed him and griefed his base. This is one of things that fit said has stuck out in his memories of 2b2t and partially influenced his more nomadic lifestyle
oooh maybe !! honestly i havent looked toooooo much into fit's 2b2t stuff but i really want to
honestly thatd be really cool! i just kind of. made up a random fight for the wip i have of devotee!fit ngl lmao but i might do some lookin into fit's 2b2t lore to see if theres a specific point at which it'd make sense for him to have met phil :) thanks for the info either way !!
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iridescentpull · 3 days
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Rip your sub message to fit, at least it was because he was talking about lesbians
The only reason im not sad is because he was talking about lesbians. Go lesbians go Clap
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block-game-rp-blogs · 1 month
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@gingersp1ce547 your cooking king, i like this idea!
Now the thing is I'm not sure if f!cell would even eat q!fit's arm like he did with Pac but it's all-good angst either way.
makes me wonder how different these two would have been if put in this situation. All in the name of character development! :D
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bitcell · 4 months
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seconding son of Ares who everyone thinks is a son of Aphrodite
@gingersp1ce547 cooked with those tags:
#son of ares that everyone thinks is a son of aphrodite until he’s claimed#and even then people dont really believe it#until a serious battle comes around and he wrecks shop#still pretty tho#qsmp#q!roier
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thevirtualvalentine · 4 months
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TAPE FIVE : PEEPING TOM !
Starring… YAMATO 📸
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SET SCRIPT :
“Helloooooooooooooo! So im thinking voyeur yamato corrupting an afab reader would go really hard.”
MATURE WARNING(S) : fingering, roommates to more, afab!reader, modern au, corruption kink, dom!yama, cunnilings (he eats you clean 🐱), voyeurism, underwear stealing, slight size kink, praise (he’s obsessed w you), overly wordy author.
DIRECTORS CUT : for my favorite writing cohort @gingersp1ce547 <3 I hope it was worth the wait.
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Trying to find a place to live these past few weeks was stressing you out to no end. Every place you visited had some sort of mold infestation or made you pay insane utility fees that you know you couldn’t keep up with. That is, unless you wanted three jobs. That’s when you met him, Yamato. Supposedly he’s some rich nepo baby who split the rent at a price with you that was perfect.
You couldn’t understand why people wouldn’t wanna take the deal until he explained not everyone’s comfortable living with a man or understanding his gender identity. Fine, so be it, you both would make great roommates. That’s what you told yourself.
The two bedroom modest apartment stationed your rooms right next to each other with a living room and kitchen down the hall. Regular apartment things like a leaky tub, paper thin walls, and a light that never seems to stop flickering in and out were staples of your new cozy home.
Then there was him, a giant and boisterous guy who filled your dingy shared space with laughter and high energy. It was common to find him dancing around or working out if he wasn’t busy. You couldn’t deny there was a level of boyish charm to him that you found endearing. He made you feel safe, something about his larger than life presence caused you to feel at home with him. Almost needed. A mutual bond and understanding between you both as time went on.
You could trust him, Yamato always asked before entering your space or borrowing your belongings. He liked that you relinquished so much of yourself to him. His adorable little roommate that struts around the apartment always in a hurry to do something.
You were too tense, at least that’s what he thinks. He’s always wanted to find some way to relax you, pulling you into his hold while you both practice yoga in the living room. “You’re pretty good at this y/n, ya sure you haven’t done this before?”
He gets up to help ease your hamstring, he’s so much bigger than you are. Not that you’re paying attention though, lost in the bliss of easing that aching pain you’ve had all week.
Yamatos mind can’t stop wandering to indecent places when he sees that his entire hand almost covers the length of your torso. The contortions of your face as your muscles begin to relax. Fuck, he wants to feel you throb and whine like that on his thick fing—
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Just as quickly as his eyes glazed over, his impure desires were back to normal; big cheesy grin outstretched on his sweet face.
“Nothin! Just tryna stretch you out.” Your body involuntary twitches at his choice of words, pushing yourself away from his hold to have some space to breathe. Of course he didn’t miss that. “Aw, did I embarrass you? Your face is heating up.”
You throw a punch at him before he catches it in his large hand, pinning it down next to your face with light force. Yamato leans down into the crook of your neck, “careful, you could hurt someone with one of those,” he patronizingly says following the long line of spit he left up the column of your neck. You shiver and god does it make him want to take you, but he won’t, and just like that he’s off of you. Toweling himself off like nothing had happened between you both.
You’re left a hot, sweaty, sticky, and absurdly horny mess. Stomping through the hallway with more than displeased footsteps, making your way to the shower to cool off.
He’s not much better himself though, pouting as the fat of your ass jiggles when you walk away. Yamato never expected to get this attached to you. The guy can’t even go a day without rummaging through your clothes to get a good whiff of you when you’re out on business. He feels himself clenching his thighs together, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth thinking of the time(s) he stole your underwear and gorged himself on the scent of you. Fingers playing with the entrance of his cunt thinking of how you’d scold him for being a pervert. It gets him so hot.
On his way to come apologize to you that night with promises of your favorite snacks with a corny movie to follow, he stops dead in his tracks hearing the whine creep from under your door. The sound of squelching hung in the air as you whimpered. Were you touching yourself?
Yamato shook his head of long white hair side to side in disbelief, collecting himself as he took a few steps back from the doorway. As good and pure his intentions with you were; there’s always that grotesque feeling within him, the one that wants to listen to you moan and writhe as you pleasure yourself so close to him. He presses his ear against the door as you heave out cry after cry for more.
He felt his own slick collecting in his briefs as his breath hitched during a particularly pathetic plea of yours, heart rate skyrocketing with each passing moment. He felt his morality crumble altogether when you let out a meek, “Ya—Yama please.”
So this is what you think about when you’re alone? Yamatos mind was racing, he couldn’t stop his hands from finding the doorknob, nor stop his feet from walking through the door that separated him from you.
Your back is arched, legs spread as your fingers deliriously curl within your warm walls. The sight forever imprinted in his mind, you’re perfect. The same urge from earlier compels his hands to find his nipples as he watches you, each roll sending electricity shooting through him. He sees your eyes crinkle in frustration while trying to get yourself off. “Ha- Yama I need more,” you say as your thighs clench around your wrist.
But he continues only to watch, wanting to savor every little plea that spills past your lips. How long will it be till you notice him? Beg him to help get you off? He can hear the blood rushing in his ears, rubbing his clit in tune with the fluidity of your wrist. Yamato never anticipated just how hot it was to watch someone like this, so vulnerable as the endorphins consume you; so much so that it blinds you of his presence in the room with you.
Your eyes flick open when you feel movement around the room, and there he is basked in the halo of your ambient lighting. More of an incubus than anything else, his eyes burn with desire as you cower under your sheets. “Wha- why are you watching me?” Although it was a question, it comes out rather declarative.
First he has to stop himself from drooling, your nipples still hard as they poke out from your thin white sheets. Of course the first thing he says is optimistic and arrogant. “Don’t beg for my help then,” he says while making the bed dip with his added weight.
“I did not beg—” he still looms closer, “what are you doing?” You pull the sheets taught as he ghosts his hands over the plush of your thighs.
“What does it look like? I’m helping you out since you asked for me.” It’s in the way the way he says it, self assured that he’s all you’ll need. Ultimately, your body can’t deny what it wants. Your arousal pooling between your legs in self defeat and embarrassment.
Yamato allows his palm to sit snug against the sheet that separates him from your warmth, digging the flat of his hand against your clit. “I can feel how wet you are through the sheet, you needed me this bad?” Your words die in your throat as you look at him dumbfounded, taking advantage of your disoriented state he strips the sheet off your body.
Your mouth is left gaping, he wastes no time taking as he wants. Licking and nipping the skin of your neck with sharp canines. The pad of his finger teases your entrance before it eases in with the help of your arousal. He smothers you in his lust, stroking that spot within you that always seemed out of reach.
It’s not soon that you’re mewling for another of his lithe digits to be knuckle deep inside you. “Patience sweetness, it’s my job to take care of you.” He’s so reassuring, sending a surge of warmth throughout your body that makes you melt like putty in his pretty hands. Sliding his ring finger inside next to his middle, he scissors you wide open.
“So wet from thinking about me, you hear that baby?” Listening to his voice centers you, drawing heed to the squelching noise of your throbbing cunt. Your legs lay flat apart as he pounds your pussy, bruising the entrance with speed alone.
You’re so close he can feel it, your inside pulsing and gripping his fingers like you don’t want them out of you. That’s when he rips them out, leaving you clenching on nothing. “Do you want to feel really good?” He asks while licking his fingers like a mutt in heat, enamored by the taste and scent of you.
He’s stripped you to the point you’d do anything for him. So, obediently you nod and mumble out a yes. “When you feel good, don’t hold back on me.” Yamato drags his thumb down your folds till he finds your clit, lightly circling the pad of his finger on top of it. He leaves feather like kisses on the insides of your thighs, sucking the skin as he gets closer to your heat.
His own cunt throbs hearing your airy sighs and breathy moans, licking your entrance to collect his due. “You taste even better than you smell,” he says against your lower lips, sliding his long tongue past the tight ring of muscle.
It feels like fucking heaven, his thumb rhythmically rolling your bud as his tongue devours your insides. All you can do is allow your pleasure to wreak havoc against your vocal cords as you lose yourself to his touch. “Bet you could never make yourself feel this good, huh?” It’s condescending but it’s pussy clenching, and you best be sure he felt it against his wet tongue.
“Only you Yama, please don’t stop,” you’d do anything to forever feel like this. So small within his warm hands that bring you a burning feeling in your lower gut. He tongues your clit, applying heavy pressure while opting to curl two fingers against your g-spot. You can see the sheen of spit and slick against his face while he makes out with your pussy. It’s downright depraved how he consumes you with his hands and mouth alone.
He finally gets what he wants, watching you clench and throb around his fingers in a hot sweat while your orgasm licks at you. Yamato thrums the pads against your insides flicking his tongue against your swollen bud. “Give it to me baby, let me know how good you feel,” and that’s all it took. His soothing voice coaxing you to your climax. It hit you like a bag of bricks, making you twitch against him as you ride it out.
A string of curses leave you as the pressure in your cunt dissipates. You cling onto his wrist to stop the overstimulation consuming you, but he can still feel the way your walls hammer against him. “So pretty when you cum.” It’s small but it’s enough to bring you back, reaching out for him to take care of you like he always does. This time with the added intimacy.
“You should let me watch you more often,” he says softly while holding you against his chest. The fact you allowed him to see you like this was astounding, therefore he would hold you for as long as you needed. Aftercare was no problem to him.
“You are such a damn vouyer,” you joke as you snuggle deeper into his chest. Yamato laughs a little at the joke, but he couldn’t help feeling it may just have been true.
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gingersp1ce547 · 4 months
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gingersp1ce547 · 1 month
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Q!pac’s goal of becoming his best self, a stronger version of himself being displayed by this new archer skin makes me feel crazy because look
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Look that the similarities between these two skins. The crossbody strap that covers up the logo’s of their shirts. Fingerless gloves on their right hands and a more bulky almost gauntlet like glove on q!pac’s that emulates q!fits prosthetic arm. The jeans.
Q!pac’s idea of his best version of himself is one so innately and intimately tied to q!fit as if to say that he cant fully be that version of himself without q!fit.
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gingersp1ce547 · 2 months
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I know this day has been crazy but i wanted to let all of you know that its warmed my heart seeing everybody speaking in their native languages as well as ones they’ve been learning and i really really hope that we can do another language day in the future or even make it something like a monthly thing?
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gingersp1ce547 · 3 months
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There’s like a 90% chance that q!pac will forgive q!cellbit again once he’s back and eventually calmed down but what im more interested in at this moment is how q!fit and q!cellbits relationship will change
Especially if q!cellbit takes awhile to get out of the purgatory/cell mindset and tries to hurt q!pac again while q!fit is there.
Because i do believe that if q!pac forgives q!cellbit, q!fit will do his best to as well but i can’t see q!fit ever not being wary of him especially around q!pac and i wanna see that play out so badly just because of how tense scenes involving the three of them could be
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gingersp1ce547 · 2 months
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….so… that phil stream huh?
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gingersp1ce547 · 2 months
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The time has come.
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gingersp1ce547 · 7 days
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One of my favorite things about fitpac is how realistic it is terms of the two eventually getting together.
They weren’t immediately drawn to each other or anything like that in fact arguably, q!pac was immediately drawn to q!etoiles.
Speaking of which, i really like that before fitpac started to become a thing q!pac has a crush on someone else. It feels very ‘why was i chasing after him when i had you this whole time. How did i not see you like this before now? Was i blind?” and i fucking love that
Like these are two people who came into the island with no expectation of getting together with each other but somehow along the way stumbled into realizing it was what they so desperately wanted, and maybe even needed.
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gingersp1ce547 · 15 days
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Q!phil’s convo with q!cellbit about his time on egg island is so funny in retrospect bc
Q!cellbit: i dont know i did some pretty fucked up things. I dont want you to be disappointed in me.
Q!philza, who has been repressing his bloodlust to make his kids happy this whole time: mate thats not possible
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gingersp1ce547 · 15 days
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One of my favorite things about qsmp is how much q!cellbit and q!roier’s relationship skewed all of the islanders idea of how relationships progress.
Their “friends to fiances to brief exes to dating to fiances to married” has made bagina and fitpac’s slower paced relationships seem weird in comparison and i think thats amazing
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gingersp1ce547 · 19 days
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Currently thinking about how much fitpac tell each other “you’re too good to me” and genuinely mean it. Thinking about how neither of them never would have assumed they’d be in a relationship as loving and kind and soft as this one, and how they both feel they dont deserve it despite the others reassurances
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