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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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can i ask for qsmp reacting to new member reader who is russian??

yes of course!! I love this request sm, hopefully I got everyone you're looking for! sorry if these are a little ooc, I'm learning a lot and watching a lot about the qsmp still so hopefully this is good lol. kind of a mix of q! selves and cc! selves so 💀

QSMP ; meeting a russian creator

includes ; tubbo, quackity, cellbit, jaiden, roier, wilbur, foolish, slimecicle, tina, and nihachu

warnings ; language, probably ooc 💀💀

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TUBBO

"oh, hi! are you the new member???"

he's really nice, helps you build a house and stuff to get started and whatnot

you, him & sunny spend a lot of time together, especially because quackity gave you your own child too

sunny & your egg absolutely love each other, and perfectly balance one another out

tubbo teaches you all about his machines and factories and whatnot

welcomes you with open arms to the town of fobo

talks to you about the federation and whatnot, how they're basically the government and to just avoid them at all costs

even with a language barrier (if you don't speak English as well) you guys are so tight

always fucking around together somehow

he adds you into his lore as well

QUACKITY

welcomes you with kindness and open arms

introduces you to your own egg 😭🫶

he's got a lot of energy and is very chaotic, literally sprints around the whole smp showing you everything and catching you up into lore stuff

if he fucks up a first impression, he repeatedly tries to make it up and corrects himself and whatnot

doing dumb shit with him and richarlyson is a must

you guys become really good friends and make some great lore ideas together

if you speak a little/lot of English, you guys will just have chitter-chatter streams together and build a little tree house for the eggs

CELLBIT

"hello!!"

you teach him a little Russian and he teaches you a little French

even if you have a language barrier he's really nice to you

very selfless, if you need something, hes got you

if you get kidnapped, good lord is he holding a grudge

has a protective type of personality, makes sure to keep you and your egg safe if you two come across some federation funny business together

starts to learn Russian because he thinks it's a cool language

surprises you one day with a phrase in Russian and you're just like "???? hello cellbit?"

"was that a good pronunciation? I'm still learning"

puzzles >>>>

used to be a rlly good pvper so he teaches you some outdated tricks lol

JAIDEN

"Oh my God, hi!!"

teaches you all about how the smp works and tells you all about her adventures

also takes you on adventures with her when you stream together

through the language barrier, you still get along really well and enjoy each other's humor and company

building together >>>

such great inputs from each side

in lore, she's kind of just off to herself, and alone

she can't really trust other people whatsoever now

but when you come around, she's a bit more open but obviously wants to be left alone

teaches you all about her pets

she rubbed off her love for vocaloid on you

ROIER

welcomes you with a smile

teaches you all about lore and whatnot

mentions his and cellbits wedding at least 3 times

gives you a little referral to therapy

he's currently a rat in lore so uh

he kinda just uses you as a pedestal for now

"y/n, tell them that im the superior rat, please"

you repeat the phrase in russian to any other russian creators you joined the server with

becomes a co-parent to your egg

very level-headed, somehow always has a plan

"Oh, yeah, the federation kidnaps people, just stay away from them"

"Dude what"

everyday is his birthday

you play into the bit by singing happy birthday in russian and giving him some sort of food

WILBUR SOOT

very formal first impression

introduces you to tallulah

tallulah is kinda iffy about you and your egg at first but she warms up to you guys

if you're the building type, he'll do the dirty work to get you the stuff you need to make a house, or anything you wanna build

on top of learning french, dutch, and spanish, you get him invested in russian as well

in lore, he believes that most problems can be solved by love, and you just kinda go with it because he's nice enough and whatnot

teaches you some stuff about music

you guys do a lot of yap streams while grinding up some resources on the island to make some new locations and whatnot

"the pattern you're doing looks like upside down dicks"

"wh- wilbur, why would you say that?"

if you're still learning English, and it's kinda broken when you speak or you say something wrong, he kindly corrects you and teaches you correct pronunciations

becomes a co-parent to your egg as well

you teach the eggs the "scary fight like a badass" stuff and he's the "be nice, children" parent

FOOLISH GAMERS

you're immediately introduced to his laugh

kind of reckless, but pretty laid back

pretty playful as well, likes to joke around with you

he doesn't have a reason to not trust you yk

you're very overprotective of your egg and anxious that you'll let something bad happen, but if he becomes a co-parent, he releases your egg from the little plastic box you have them in when you aren't around

does the whole Batman bit with you on your first stream on the qsmp

holy shit the amount of laughter

he wants to leave a good impression on you, thinks you're really cool lol

you've mutually decided that he builds exteriors, you design interiors

SLIMECICLE

probably wasn't even aware new people were joining

"who the hell is that???"

like you're trying to let quackity teach you the basics and he's staring from a distance like he's gonna plot to kill you

tries to joke around and say hello in russian but ends up saying some random phrase that didn't make sense

"You just said your toes taste like cheese"

"Wait, what?"

makes you a bitch wife/husband asap

makes you curse people out in russian when he gets slightly offended

definition of the uwu cat boy and tall angry bully gay stereotype

in lore he's got some serious psychological problems but it's okay!! you can deal with it

quackity tells you about the whole gegg think and you sit there like "okay wtf"

TINA KITTEN

you guys just kinda run into each other one day and you ask her for help on something

something clicked man, yall are such an iconic duo

you guys build a whole mansion near the sea together for the eggs

in lore, she's pretty reserved and isolates herself, and you become one of the many tk worry about her and try and give her advice

secrets are safe with her 💳💥💥💥

you guys own a little farm together too

Em and your egg get along so well

she has a little proud mom moment

tetris competitions.

she likes to draw and she loves drawing you and your egg together it's so cute

NIKI NIHACHU

she's kind of shy but your personalities balance each other out

she's sworn to protect everyone, and you and your egg are quickly added to that list

baking with her>>

you work with her at empanadas bakery

she talks to you all about psychology and how it fascinates her and stuff

you learn a lot from her

lots of compliments whether it be builds or even outfits you're showing off to you're stream

she easily becomes a co-parent of your egg lol

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #nihachu x reader #tubbo x reader #qsmp #qsmp x reader #qsmp tubbo #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #qsmp jaiden #qsmp tina #qsmp niki

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mrsnancywheeler · 2 months

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HEYYY omg ur post about reader isolating herself from her friends and finnick trying to help ease her back.. :(((( TFT HE CRIES BC HE JUST WANTS HER TO GET BETTER AND HE CARES SM FOR HER… IT HURTS 💔💔

But I can’t stop wondering about how confused Beckett and Tallulah might be when the reader comes back from the games bc of all the propaganda they consumed. about how a victor should act after winning the games. they would understand at first (bc of what happened w conway), but when its like months after her games and she still isolates herself is when they get concerned. Idk what do you think? im just saying things lolll

& i can imagine after the dinner, sweet girl’s initial thoughts are “omg that went horribly” (shoutout anixety/paranoia, they’re like this🤞) but finnick reassures her, “no it didn’t, please u did great :(“

BUT PLEASE WITH THE READER BEING THE BRIDESMAID TO BECKETT AND TALLULAH’S WEDDING :((( just imagining finnick also being there and just them being so cute. He def gets emotional and its not even their wedding

Also, unrelated note: im finally seeing hadestown this week and TRUST i will be thinking abt this series during most songs LMAO

ok this was a mess and i don’t organize/articulate my thoughts well but just wanted to share😋

—🦅

HI POOKIE 💋💋💋

so yes, like they've been fed this idea that victors should be happy because they love opulent lifestyles, have their own tv segments, are so beloved and finnick has very much played into this capitol darling image. so that idea cracks when reader plays the part in public for parties and for the media, but she's completely hollow in day to day life. so they realize that it's not really what they're told, there's a much darker side to winning that hidden that they know better than to ask about or be curious about. so they learn from finnick what they can do to support her and slowly push themselves back into her life and help her open up.

she works hard the whole dinner to not put on a persona, to just be herself and it's hard for her. she's anxious, nervous and it's obvious. beckett's jokes don't land, she adds little to the gossip him and tallulah bring, some nods and sometimes she forces our small things that add to story or commentary. it's enough for them to believe there's hope and that she just needs more support. after they leave she sits at the table still, head buried in be hands.

"they hate me, I wish I was the person I was before."

he's shaking his head ferverously, taking her hands in his. "no they don't. you did so good sweet girl, so proud of you."

he absolutely gets emotional watching her in a gorgeous bridesmaids dress, walking in the precession, makes him want to give the same thing to her. especially when she's told him about the whole process and made small mentions of what she likes versus doesn't, so he's got wedding things completely down for them. although he's anxious about asking, he's nervous he'll scare her off and about her mental stability. so he holds it off and as we know he waits too long.

AAAA I'm so excited for you, have fun, I hope you enjoy it. let me know how it is and anything you thought of!

you're all good, I literally got so excited when I saw it was you, my own eagle screech happened 😭❤️

#wanda 💋#🦅 anon #finnick odair x reader #the lakes #the river

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kristiliqua · 7 months

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i have been constantly thinking about the damn taz au recently im so ill man

i want to talk about it . so bad . like aaaaaaaa i have some specific bits that i really love but dont wanna spoil at all but RHRHRRRRHHGH FUCK !!!!! i just .,, taz!tallulah . thats it . thats all im saying . i love her :(

also i originally made scott smajor be leon the gachapon guy , but i am now making him be badboyhalo . because Fuck scott smajor ^_^ i am not having a weirdo like him in my au lmao (also bbh is just perf for leon)

also man oh man half the fun for this au for me is simply coming up with chapter titles . ive made it a thing where they have to be srs and rhyme with another bit (thatll go in the ch summary) and boyyy oh boy r they fun to hatch out :D i’ll give u all one just for fun — one that easily comes to mind is “trust or forsake, which will you take? (an eye, an ability, or a life at stake?)” :3 yippee (there are so many chapter titles on god . its a miracle that i actually enjoy coming up with them or else i’d be fucked LMFAO)

also taz!missa is a thing now too . a minor character , but he’s there . bc i said so :)) (taz!deathduo is real btw ur welcome)

man can you tell i really just wanna ramble and gush abt this au . bc i really just wanna ramble and gush abt this au ,,, i love it like it is my baby and i will cherish it forever

frowny face . i want to post Something for this au on ao3 already (i have so many snippets just written bc ,,, i had to let out the energy somehow) but i also dont wanna spoil shit before the actual fic so ????? i guess i’ll suffer . and or just rant abt it on here , el em ay oh

i havent even fully written anything thats for sure gonna be in the main fic (well maybe thats a lie . i have so many snippets that im sure one of them will be usable at some point) . i wrote chapter one (and two ?) a While back , but im def not using that lmfao

jusssst . sigh . i love this au sm and im So sorry to my qsmp followers who followed me for qsmp fanarts and ended up getting a ramble abt some au u dont know or care abt LMAOOO — just ignore this , smile .? or join/spectate my brainrot as i slowly lose my mind , idk

,, also . have i ever said that i made fantasy costco be ‘fantasy tescos’ instead ? bc i did , since in my eyes tescos is just the british version of costco ,,, even though i dont Really know what tescos is , or if its at all similar to costco (im american pls forgive me) but they sound similar so idc (,,, i havent even gone to costco either , actually . im just balling it out here fr)

oh yeah i was thinking abt making a pogtopia wilbur slash vilbur arc thing for taz!wilbur in a particularly long arc in the story (cough cough stolen century cough cough) too ,,,,, so that might be a thing . idk . maybe bro kinda loses it in those hundred years , bc fucking hell how r these mfs still sane after that /hj (its like he becomes apathetic as he sees all of it as meaningless and futile . bc these ppl and this world is gonna die anyway , so what purpose do morals or any kind of care serve ? theyll be gone in a year anyway , it rlly doesnt matter what happens to them before then [later , he Does snap out of it . maybe after a more emotional death hmm who knows] . plus paranoia with the whole impending doom thing el oh el couldnt be me) . methinks i’ll maybe write smth for this idea (smth that u all might never see lmao) . smiley face :))

anyways fuck it this is the end of this long ahh post . beeye

#mcyt taz au #mcyt taz au info #mcyt taz au spoilers #yada yada #if ur looking at tags for whatever reason - here have a little easter egg :D or smth #a joke i made recently for the au specifically bc i found it unreasonably funny #it kinda needs context to actually be funny but whatever here ya go #‘‘when you say ‘died’ what does that mean exactly ?’’ ‘‘it means Deceased culero ! that youve diddly-done died !’’#(and heres the actual funny part) ‘‘fucking—MUERTE motherfucker !!! what else could it mean ???’’#yeah thats it thats all ur getting . i just liked the ‘muerte motherfucker’ a little too much LMAO #guess who’s saying the dialogue challenge fr #n e way this is dumb n silly . have a good day slash night heart emoji

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thefairefolk-rp · 6 years

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Hey, Kristie! Your application for Sybil Dill has been accepted!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/nickname: Kristie

Age: 22

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Timezone: GMT+8

Activity and Availability: I maintain the seven-eight out of ten that I mentioned earlier, having dropped some extra characters in the other RP I’m in. I still don’t have a job or attend classes, so RP and YouTube are all I have. RP is slightly less sad, so, near daily lurking is the least you can expect. Replies happen at least once a week, or that’s the intention.

Have you read the rules and FAQ: Mhm

IC INFORMATION:

Desired character: Sybil Dill

Second Choice Character: Poesy Dew

What made you choose this character: I was eyeing up Sybil from the moment I found this RP, but as stated in my original app for Indigo, I didn’t want to dive into the political side of things before I had the opportunity to get to know what the environment is like in practice. Aside from that, Sybil’s bio entrances me. She’s eccentric and a strong leader in spite of (because of?) this quality. Everything implies protectiveness and loyalty and some sort of wisdom to her words. What convinced me to app for her now was banter about potential interactions with other characters, which implied a more unique and versatile expression than Indigo generally gets. She’s blunt and unpredictable, can be tactful or whimsical depending on what’s necessary (or possibly more infuriating for whatever company she’s in) – yeah, there’s just a lot of her to explore, and I’d love to play with that. She’s almost like some sort of awesome hybrid of Luna Lovegood and Layla Williams (plant lady from Sky High).

Are there any changes you would like to make?: Nope! I like her as is.

Questions/Comments: You guys have been fantastically accommodating, and I’m delighted that I joined this group when I did. Also, she may possibly already have a Pinterest board that I absolutely haven’t been working on since she first caught my eye. It’s here. https://www.pinterest.com.au/khr1996/ff-sybil-dill/ and features everything from aesthetic stuff to text stuff to style stuff to vague musing stuff.

Writing sample (this got as bit long…sorry?):

All humans who lived on the outskirts of the forest that separates them from the faelands knew one thing. It was not that the fae lurk just on the other side of the dangerous woods, where so many of their kind had vanished forever. No, what they knew was that there was one tree that was not quite like any other.

At first glance, it seemed to be a great oak. It had been there for centuries, outlasting every tree around it. It was not quite right, growing that little bit straighter than every other oak in the human forest. Dark bark gleamed like something out of a dream, and in the right light, the leaves seemed almost to give off an aura that humans simply could not begin to comprehend. Even when plans had been made to clear the forest around it, this one oak had survived. It had been assigned meaning in religions practiced by humans, and become something even young lovers would never carve their initials into. Local traditions told of an unseen guardian of the tree, and that, if one were quiet and respectful, they may use a strip of ribbon to tie their deepest desires to the bough of the oak. If the wishmaker pleased the guardian, then their wishes may be granted.

Sybil sung quietly to herself as she approached the tree, scattering crumbs for the birds her daughters so loved. The song was out of place in human lands and in the forest, picked up from Nightshade Row on a brief trip and wonderfully bawdry in nature. She’d sung it once in a central part of Olia and had crowed in delight in the aftermath, as stunned aphen debated appropriate reactions and saplings applauded. One young man had transformed into the colour of a plum as he struggled to find the words to ask someone of Sybil’s supposed esteem to leave.

The song came to a close as she reached the tree, and the pooka pressed her palms flat against the trunk. If she was quiet, she could almost feel energy of the great oak, and the spirits that guarded it. Her mother, her grandmother, her great-grandmother, the last of whom had been the one to originally plant a fae tree in human lands as a defiant experiment near the end of her life; all three great women felt closer to her here than they did in fae lands.

The stories claimed that her grandmother had been the originator of hanging wishes in the tree, so like those that lingered now. A human hadn’t known what to make of the unfamiliar fae script scrawled over and over again on notes bound to the tree with a dozen different types of ribbon. The human had hung their own wish, not realising they were misinterpreting a unique memorial of the woman who’d planted the tree in the first place. On an impulse, Sybil’s grandmother had then decided to satisfy the wish. Every time Sybil told one of her daughters the story, the wish changed. A safe pregnancy, purest love, the ability to afford to pay the taxes thrust upon them by selfish lordlings – it’d change on a whim. It seemed unlikely that Sybil really knew how the story went any more, but she had continued the tradition.

Today, four wishes hung from the wishing tree. Sybil did not read well, but it was enough to interpret the awkward, familiar scrawl of the priest of the nearby village, who transcribed the humans wishes for those not lucky enough to be literate themselves. She’d leave some gifts for the man later, in all likelihood, to thank him for his selflessness in helping the other village dwellers.

The third wish was the one that caught her eye. A harmless little baby, ill with something the healer could not fix. Well, Sybil had a hundred different balms for that. And she’d treat herself this time, she decided, retreating further into the woods to collect the more potent ingredients. She’d always rather liked buds, and their squalling human equivalent. They were much less inclined to take boring perspectives on, hm, anything at all. No one more cautious – more dull – was around to stop her from going to tend to the baby directly.

The village was not far from the tree, though it was much younger. The people were at once familiar and not to Sybil, who had paused only to weave a strong enough glamour to distract from her fae-borne beauty, the like of which would enrapture these poor humans. The humans blended together, of course, and it had been perhaps a decade since Sybil had last tended to a matter in this place directly.

It was not difficult to find the poor panicked father who had arranged the note in the first place. He clung to the baby in the town square, clean tracks written through the filth on his skin by tears. The babe in his arms was comparably still, unresponsive to his rocking and cooing.

“May I?”

The man lifted his gaze, staring at her. Sybil’s warm smile was likely inappropriate, and she would expect humans with their fragile lives to be ridiculously afraid of the concept of death and illness. He looked at her as though she was insane. In a shirt two sizes too big and clothes dyed in shades human nobles would weep for, she made quite the picture. Her smile only grew; the man was lucky she’d thought to glamour her hair to a nice, quiet shade of auburn – otherwise, she had learned, ungrateful humans may well call her witch.

“Please, pass me the babe,” she demanded in the most polite tone she could muster, crouching at the mans side. “She can hardly come to more harm than she is in this moment.”

Mutely, the man seemed to resign himself to this point. His tears fell quietly, and he pressed a lingering kiss to his babes forehead. Sybil’s smile softened as she took the child into her arms, cradling it as she remembered from Tallulah and Ephigenia’s bud years. “They never stay small long enough,” she told the father, examining the child from head to foot. It looked like a simple human disease, but the child was freshly born, and yet lacked the right defense to fend it off. “Though they do try their hardest, once they get a little bigger. Where does it hurt, little one?”

The babes eyes flickered open for a moment, fixing on Sybil’s face. There was something there, something that most humans lacked – the old fae imagined she could see the gift in the childs’ gaze.

“As I thought,” she murmured, before passing the child back to her father. “Hold her,” she ordered, carefully even-toned despite the fact that the human hardly seemed spooked. She could think of some fae who could stand to learn such skill in hiding their emotions, actually. Chuckling at the very idea of telling them the human father had superior control, Sybil dug into her pockets for the things she had crafted to help.

“A charm, to bless her,” she said first, producing a carefully crafted pendant. Too large for the babe to choke on, constructed of twine and one of the smoothest rocks found on the beds of streams in the deepest parts of the forest, it hung on a tough leather cord. Sybil slipped it over the babes head. “She must carry this always, even as she ages, lest her constitution fade.

“A balm, to soothe her,” she went on. This one was a poultice of sorts, crafted from plants that grew only in uninterrupted sunlight. Morning lilies were a key ingredient, flowers that bloomed only as long as the sun rose, and closed as the day wore on. Sybil used two fingers to smooth the substance across the babes forehead, cheeks, and chest. “This must be applied once a day until she behaves as the healer says is expected.”

For the first time, the father spoke, his voice a mere croak. “What if it does not work?” A lesser fae would insist he repeat himself. Sybil, of course, would not. Not when the father wept so.

“It will work. If you use too much, have the priest write for the wishing tree again. The last thing you need to remember is that she will need plenty of water. Treat her as though she will survive, and she will.” Sybil placed a hand on the mans shoulder, her smile wide. “Trust me. I’ve seen this more times than you can count.”

The man eyed her warily, but did not seem inclined to question her further. Instead, he swallowed, leaning down to kiss his daughter again, a little to the side of the poultice on her forehead. “Thank you.”

Sybil got to her feet. “No need for that, young man,” she answered with amusement, before turning away, leaving the man and his child to their lives.

#accepted

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