#qsmp fanfic

[qsmpzine]

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[solsays]

I feel like the fitpac fanfic writing nation as a whole has missed an opportunity with fit’s skin update because one of the biggest changes is to his prosthetic

What if purgatory fucked up his arm real bad? It adjusted to the island, and to be thrown back into somewhere so similar to 2b2t with no warning and the constant environmental crisis’ in purgatory fucked it up big time

and when they all came back, Pac noticed and helped him repair it/make a new one? I feel like we’ve as a whole missed that glorious fanfiction opportunity

#qsmp #qsmp fitmc #fitmc #hideduo #pactw #qsmp pac #qsmp fanfic #fitpac #qsmp fandom #qsmp hideduo #qsmp fitpac #fitmc of 2b2t #qsmp purgatory #Also he’s now got a jawline sharp enough to grate cheese on his Minecraft character #Which is such a fit thing to do #He’s embracing the community’s designs #He’s got the scarf and gloves now too #Oh and his eyes are brown not hazel anymore

[louissatturi]

GUYS GUYS

I can finaly recomend my favorite spiderbit fanfic that is

"The Reason" by Nan_Yelo (the art is made by torrente, Yes the "regret" animatic guy)

Its an alternative universe where cellbit still is in alcatraz prison and roier is send there to investigate cellbit and the writting is WONDERFUL but unfortunaly the author was only posting as a Twitter thread fanfic

UNTIL NOW

She has now posted the fanfic on ao3 but not only that she also translated to english and spanish

PLEASE check the fanfic out

I know tumblr WILL love it and i need people to talk about this fic in hereeee

Pleaseeee give this a chance

#qsmp #qsmp fanfics #qsmp fanfic #qsmp fanfiction #spiderbit #guapoduo #guapo duo #roier #cellbit #q!roier #q!cellbit #f!cellbit #f!cell #fuga impossivel #fuga impossível

[seriouslycalamitous]

With one of Ramón’s admins leaving, I got an answer to one of my questions! The cooking fic references all those months ago WERE REAL.

I spoke to the admin and they actually read my cooking fic, as well as my more recent 2b2t fic! Super awesome person, and that’s SO COOL. They have all my love and support!

#i’m officially slightly canon in the qsmp #this is the highlight of my year it’s very funny #i’ll miss this admin so much though #he brought this character to life in my heart and i’m so sad to see them go #qsmp #hideduo #qsmp fanfic #fitpac #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp fitmc #qsmp pactw #qsmp ramon

[factorialsotherfandoms]

"Do you think Philza's okay?"

Fit rolls over to look at Pac, his roommate staring up at the ceiling. He reaches over, cautiously offering his hand. Pac, of course, takes it just as hesitantly.

"Cell's back, maybe after you, and you're worried about Phil?" Okay, so Fit is worried too, but his point is well made. Pac had only told him some of the situation, in whispered tones and terrified whimpers a few hours ago, and he was worrying about someone who was at least safe?

Pac turns his head, and looks Fit dead in the eye. "You're with me. I know you won't let anyone hurt me. But who's with him?"

"He's safe enough," Fit says. "Physically at least."

"He just didn't seem, ah," Pac struggles with his words for a moment. "Well?"

"It's not really my place to say," he replies. "But he's Philza. He'll be fine."

"Will he?" Pac asks, fretting already. "If the Federation is inside his head, making him see things..."

It's a worry Fit has too, one he really doesn't want to think about. He wants to pretend that his old friend is fine, that going and murdering blazes and magma cubes will have fixed everything. He needs to believe it, because the alternative... The alternative is there's nothing he can do.

"Do you really believe him?" Pac asks. "That there was a book there."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Fit sighs, and sits up. He turns on the lamp and stretches, looking around his room of missing texture flooring and ugly walls - the safest place he could think to bring Pac when he heard the news.

"It's not the first time," Fit says. "Phil... He swears it was a dream, that he was just sleeping. He wasn't. Tubbo and me? We checked every corner of his house. He wasn't there. Then he takes us to where he thought he was taken and he swears there's nothing weird about it? But it's full of parrots - they shouldn't have spawned there. Tubbo even found an avocado sapling."

"Philza has a lot of avocados," Pac agrees. "You think the Federation took him?"

"I'm not sure, it's not their usual behaviour," Fit frowns. "But I don't know who else it would be?"

"The codes?"

"Maybe." Fit cracks his head to the side. "But I know Phil. Whatever he saw? It terrified him. And anything that scares Philza Minecraft is nothing you ever want to see."

"Should we ask him if we can visit?" Pac has a calculating look on his face. "I can cry scared all over again, I just need to remember why. And his bunker is very safe. They might look for me in your house, but they'd never think of his."

"Why? Is my company not good enough for you?" Fit is mostly teasing.

Mostly.

"No! No, no, no," Pac waves his hands in a desperate attempt to be understood. "I just... I'm worried, you know?"

"Yeah..." Fit sighs. "Yeah, I'm worried too... I'll ask him."

Pac nods, and Fit types.

You whisper to Ph1LzA: Can I bring Pac over? We might need to stay the night.

Ph1LzA whispers to you: sure mate

Ph1LzA whispers to you: is everything okay?

You whisper to Ph1LzA: We'll explain when we get there

That's the end of that; Fit shows his communicator to Pac, who agrees.

"I'm not really faking the tears," Pac promises, already tearing up. "I just don't think about it, and then it isn't real."

Pac's not the only one acting like that, Fit presumes; Philza's constant denials even with evidence in front of him... Whatever the fuck happened in that forest, it's nothing good. Something so terrible believing his memory is at fault is somehow better.

"To Phil and Missa," Fit reminds Pac, not really needing it.

They warp together, and at the same time.

---

Philza is waiting at the top of the hatch when the pair arrive. To most people he would look entirely normal, but Fit can see the way his eyes flitter as he waves. Pac waves back, while Fit gives his traditional "oi!!!"

Philza laughs, and leads them down into the basement.

"What's up?" he asks the two of them. "Need more toast or something? I thought you were both asleep."

"No, um," Fit looks to Pac, realising they didn't quite work out what to say.

"Bagi told me more about the murders," is what Pac says, his voice dropping very quiet as he does. "She thinks... We think someone from my past is on the island."

"Shit," Philza closes his eyes for a moment. "How bad is it?"

"Last time I saw him," Pac's pace picks up; Fit squeezes his shoulder as he sees panic come in. "Last time... He nearly killed me. And the messages..." Pac grabs the hand on his shoulder and squeezes it back. "Some of them might be addressed to me."

Philza doesn't ask questions, he just glances around his children's bedroom, then looks at Fit. Fit meets his eyes.

Philza sighs, and caves.

"Alright," he says. "Do you want to sleep in Chayanne's room? I can adjust the door to just the three of us, Missa, and my eggs for now."

Fit knows it isn't for Pac's sake that Philza is changing the doors, he knows it for sure.

They get their beds set up, tucked behind the chests where a casual observer cannot see. Philza doesn't have a bed, but Fit makes them for him and Pac, placing them tucked away.

"Would you stay with us?" Fit asks, before his old friend can slip away.

Philza looks genuinely surprised by the request, "why, mate? I'll just be in the eggs' room."

"Safety in numbers, right?" Pac asks, glancing between the two. "I would... Feel safer if you were here too."

Fit knows its a manipulation tactic to convince Philza to stay, to make sure the old crow is not alone. It still rings so very true - and so very against everything ingrained within Fit's soul.

It's fine. For a few nights he can manage it, if its what his two closest friends need.

"Alright," Philza hesitates, but comes over and sits on the edge of Pac's bed. He takes off his backpack, and leans his scythe just in reach. Pac and Fit take the opportunity to remove their prosthetics, hastily reattached to travel over here, and stretch.

When Philza stands again, both of them can see how unstable he looks.

"Let's push our beds together," Fit says. "If we put Pac between us, there isn't an angle they can get him from."

Philza looks at Fit, and knows exactly what he's doing. Still, Philza crafts up a third bed, and squishes it between the two.

He nearly falls as he walks around to do it; Fit catches him, helps him steady, but is brushed off before he can say a word.

"Alright," Philza says. "Pac in the middle then. You won't get too warm, will you?"

"I'm Brazilian," Pac says. "It's always too cold here now Mike is gone."

They both see how heavily Philza drops to the bed, curling himself back to Pac and defensively ready. Fit, on his side, curls close to Pac - his one arm over him.

It's not really a surprise how quickly Pac falls asleep, with the sheer trauma and strain of the day on his back. He quickly falls into dreams, and Fit can only hope they are kind.

"Phil," he asks, once he knows Pac is asleep. "Won't you sleep?"

"You needed a guard," Philza says.

"You know we don't. You and I? We'll wake if anything so much as tests the hatch."

It's true, and they both know it.

Philza, however, doesn't speak.

At least, not for a long time; Fit considers conversation a lost cause and is about to give up and call this good enough when he hears Philza again, voice broken just like it was in the garden.

"If I sleep, will I wake?" is what Philza asks, whispered almost silently. "How will I know when the world is real again? What will I see this time?"

"I'll make sure you wake up," Fit promises, because he can. "And I'll do something to make you absolutely certain its really me."

"Promise?"

Philza sounds so weak, so small like this. Fit... Fit cannot stand it, not at all. He reaches a little further, and manages to put his hand on Phil's shoulder.

Philza's own hand reaches over, clinging to it.

"I promise," Fit says. "We'll wake you if we leave. We won't let anything weird happen, its just sleep."

Philza turns, and his eyes do not seem to trust Fit. But they are also exhausted, and desperate, and terrified.

"Go to sleep, Phil. I won't until you do."

"I'm sorry," Philza whispers, sounding absolutely broken. "Thank you. Both of you. I know... I'm sorry."

Fit squeezes his shoulder again.

"It'll be alright," Fit replies. "I've got you. I've got both of you. It's going to be okay."

Nothing else is said before they eventually fall asleep.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp fit #qsmp pac #this is what I actually wanted to write today but working out the stuff with Bagi as well was hard #coping mechanism: worry about someone else instead of yourself #none of them are okay and they all need a hug #they got one in canon! #this is some more #and now my hands are completely dead #fuck three minifics in a day ow #brain really is just on nyoom today #it will not shut up #ao3 might take a bit see hand complaints #i'd like to get it up before bed but we'll see if I can handle the mouse #else it'll be... sometime tomorrow I have meetings

[graysbullshit]

a list of brazillian fun facts you might want to know for your qsmp fanfics! (or in general lol)

DATING IN BRAZIL (because I know at least 50% of yall are gonna be writting slash):

Phase 1 can be or texting/talking or ficando (infinitive: ficar), it depends on how shy you are;

Ficando means to be actively seeking a person out consistently with the intent of talking for a bit and then making out (it does not entail any level of loyalty);

Brazillians only consider it "making out" if you french kiss;

Kissing without tongue is considered weird and viewed negativelly;

A little peck on the lips is cute, but not really what we consider kissing;

There are two types of brazillians: the ones that will start dating after a week and the ones that take months to make up their minds;

If a brazillian is interested in you (even if you don't know each other) and you're in a party there is a very good chance they will walk up to you and ask if you want to make out/ask for your instagram handle (it depends on what kind of party it is tbh);

Also, most brazillians kiss and tell lmao;

It is not uncommon for outgoing brazillians to make out with random strangers, especially during carnival;

We are a sex positive country mostly;

We are very sensual, even if we have no romantic interest;

Mock-flirting or Joke-flirting is very common in friend groups;

People who make out/date with the person their friend likes are called Talarica or Talarico;

When you get cheated on you're called Corno;

People usually go on dates after ficar for a whille;

Usually, if you're going on dates with someone it is expected of you to be faithful or to end things (you can't go on dates with a guy while also going on dates with another guy, that's fucked up);

We call dating namorando, from the infinitive namorar which refers back to namorado (boyfriend) and namorada (girlfriend);

brazillians are typically very direct when they are interested in someone, which doesn't mean they will say "oh, i like you" right away, but they will flirt for sure;

in Brazil saying "I love you" isn't a big deal, most brazillians will say it pretty fast and not saying it back (if you're in a relationship) is considered VERY WEIRD;

brazillians have the tendency of being very jealous lmao;

GEOGRAPHY:

Brazil is a continental sized country, being the fifth biggest country in the entire world. It is bigger than the USA, if counting only directly conected land (ignoring Brazil's islands and Hawaii and Alaska);

Because of it's size, brazillian states have a great number of differences in language, culture, food, climate, and politics;

There is as much animosity between states as in the USA (the difference being: brazillians will always defend each other rather than gringos);

The brazillian streamers are all from the Center-West, South-East and South of Brazil (unfortunatly there is nobody to represent the North and North-east);

The south-east is the are of biggest economical impact, while the center-west is known for the capital of the country (Brasília) and the agriculture, while the south has a terrible reputation (they have livestock too, but mostly a bad reputation);

Brazil has two of the biggest cities in the world: the 5º biggest, São Paulo, and the 19º biggest, Rio de Janeiro;

Nobody fucking likes São Paulo (the city) except from the people that were born there or lived there their entire lives;

Brazil has a mostly warm climate, and most brazillians consider anything below 20ºc to be cold (vai sulista, fala que no sul é mais frio, fala);

Brazil's seasons are more often defined by the level of humity, rather than how hot/cold it is;

Brazil is a giant when it comes to agriculture and livestock. We have a lot of grains, and red meat. If you drink coffee and eat meat you have definetly tasted brazillian products without knowning, since we do a lot of exportation (especially to europe);

Brazil has natural diamonds, pre-sal (which can be used in the making of combustives), gold and other precious stones.

HISTORY:

Brazil was mostly colonized by the portuguese, but there was also a presence of the Spanish, French, Dutch and British. You can tell by the architecture;

Rio de Janeiro was the capital of the Portuguese Kingdom for a little while;

Brazil (much like Mexico) was once an Empire;

Brazil (as it's own coutry) has had only two Emperors;

the Brazillian Empire was a big deal despite ending fairly soon;

Brazil's Empire once eliminated about 90% of the male population of Paraguay during a war, which is def a war crime. We have repayed them for what happened, though;

Cities like Rio de Janeiro have a lot of Imperial architecture, but most of the colonial architecture can be found in states like Minas Gerais;

Brazil sent troups in WWII to Italy, the famous Smoking Snakes;

Brazil was forced into a dictatorship by the USA (surprising no one);

Brazil had a president that decided to develop highways instead of trains (i fucking hate him). It's the same guy that moved the capital from Rio de Janeiro to Brasília;

Brasília was build with the blood of poor people and it fucking sucks, but it has the shape of an airplane so everything is fine ig /s;

Brazil's first woman president and it's current president were both tortured during the dictatorship;

Brazil is a concervative country, despite everything;

Do not ask me about Brazil's politics, because it's so fucking insane lmao;

GENERAL CULTURE:

Brazillian culture exists on top of three axes: Portuguese, African, and Indigineous;

We take A LOT from Japonese culture (since we are the country with the biggest Japonese population outside of Japan). I've never met a brazillian who hasn't watched anime, even my grandma knows what Pokemon is /srs;

Some other important diasporas in Brazil: Lebanon (we have more lebanese than Lebanon itself lol), China, Germany, Italy, and many different African countries;

Most brazillians listen to funk and sertanejo, but other brazillian music you might be interested in: samba, BRrock, mpb, BRpop, Axé, and Pagode;

Some other famous brazillians you might not know, but you should: Silvio Santos, Celso Portiolli, Rodrigo Faro, Angélica, Eliana, Xuxa, Luciano Huck, Pyong Lee, Mauricio de Sousa, Ariano Suassuna, Clarice Lispector, Machado de Assis, Guilmarães Rosa, Fernando Pessoa, Vinicius de Moraes, Toquinho, Mateus Hwang, Tiago Leifert, Tadeu Schmidt, Boninho, Guilherme Briggs, Fernanda Montenegro, Rodrigo Santoro, Wagner Moura, Seu Jorge, etc;

Most brazillians only drink tea for medicinal reasons (like cammomile tea);

Most brazillians love coffee and hate iced coffee;

Most brazillians start drinking coffee at a very young age;

Drinking (alchool) age in Brazil is 18yo, but most brazillians start drinking around 15yo;

Most brazillians love meat and barbecue. Here is a picture of a brazillian brabecue:

Brazil, differently from other American coutries, didn't have potatoes/corn as it's basic food, we had a root called Mandioca. Although it is still very beloved in brazillian cusine, the base for brazillian meals is currently Rice;

In Brazil we usually don't eat a lot during breakfast, but have a big meal (with rice, veetables, meat, and beans) for lunch and dinner. And our dinner is usually around 20h-22h;

We don't use AM or PM;

We use the metric system and Celcius, and we very much deslike the imperial system and what's-his -face is an abhorrent scientific disgrace;

brazillians who suck up to gringos are called "Vira-latas", which can be translated to "mutts" or more directly "eat-trash";

brazillians have mutiple coffee breaks during the day, mostly in the afternoon;

brazillians brush their teeth at least 3 times a day (mostly after every big meal);

brazillians shower at least once a day, some going as far as to shower three times a day during summer;

brazillians do not use snapchat and they think it's obsolete (because it is);

brazillians will pirate anything that isn't made by other brazillians, and I mean ANYTHING. There is no shame in pirating in Brazil and we are very proud of being the country that pirates the most in the world! We will also buy counterfeit products knowing they are counterfeit;

brazillians rivalry with argentinians is REAL. And, although is mostly a football thing, it really translates to everything else (especially if it's online);

brazillians have a hierarchy when it comes down to rooting for stuff, and it goes like this: brazillians, sibling countries, latin americans, other african countries, other third world countries, japan, other asian countries, european countries, anglo-saxon americans, argentina (if it's football), germany, portugal;

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp #long post #for the love of god ignore all the mistakes #i genuinelly could not care less about the proper grammar of english #if you disagree with me than disagree in your house #genuinely sorry for the long post but i promised #also my biggest fear is americans writting about brazillians and getting some basic stuff wrong #not that they NEED to know stuff #but i WANT you to know stuff #because you will ENJOY stuff

[thanotaphobia]

They both startle awake to the sound of screaming.

Missa is upright before he's even conscious, blankets a tangle around his arms, heart beating like he's just run a marathon. The screaming has already died down, but there are echoes of it in the air; Philza, rolling over beside him and pushing himself up on his elbows. Rubbing bleary eyes with one hand, the other occupied by his communicator.

"Chayanne," Missa gasps, "Los huevos-"

"It's Tallulah," Phil cuts him off. His voice is raspy. Already, Missa's heart has started to calm, but when he speaks it jumps a little once more. "She gets nightmares."

He turns the blue screen of the communicator towards Missa, who squints at it. It displays a small black and white security image of the egg's room downstairs, Chayanne and Tallulah's beds visible.

"Chayanne gets to her first, usually," Phil says, and Missa makes out two small heads of hair in Tallulah's bed. His chest aches, and when he looks at Phil, the other man looks exhausted. The bags under his eyes seem deeper, somehow. "It's fine."

"I will go to them," Missa says. He shoves the blankets away- they're gathered to his side of the bed in their sleep, but Phil doesn't seem bothered.

"Nah," Phil murmurs, already pushing himself further up and out of bed. "I'll go."

"I can help," Missa insists. Philza turns to look at him, as though he's tasting the air between them like a snake, sensing the thick desperation and guilt in Missa's voice. "I have to- make up for things."

"You don't have to make up for anything, mate," Phil tells him. For a moment, his fingers twitch, and in the quiet, intimate darkness of their bedroom, Missa almost thinks Phil is going to reach out. But then he looks away, and his hands still. "But you can come, if you want. They won't mind. Hell, it'll help."

He's halfway out of bed before Phil's done. "I will," he says. He's determined to settle back into their lives, really make it up to them, no matter what Phil says. He might as well start here. Before Phil opens the door, Missa catches up to him and impulsively grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers.

Both of them stop. Phil looks back at him.

"You are not alone in this," Missa says, a little strained, a lot terrified. He stumbles over his words, struggling to translate what he wants to say, the complexity of his emotion. He settles on: "Estoy contigo hasta la muerte."

In the dark, Phil's lips press together. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that," he says quietly.

"It won't," Missa says, with more confidence then he feels. Something about the night, this night, makes him feel brave. He squeezes Phil's hand.

Phil squeezes back.

"¿Los huevos?" Missa prompts after a moment, and Phil blinks back to action. He drags his gaze away from Missa's face to the keypad by the door, nodding.

"Uh, right-" he says. "The eggs." Phil clears his throat. He does not let go of Missa's hand. Missa is one hundred percent fine with that. "Now, Tallulah's probably going to want another story, so I hope you have some good ones-"

Missa smiles to himself, and for a moment, lets himself believe they'll be okay.

#qsmp #pissa #death duo #qsmp philza #qsmp missasinfonia #philza #missasinfonia #this can interpreted either romantic or platonic w/e you want #qsmp fanfic #fanfic #mcyt #if the spanish is wrong blease let me know #i only took five years of it in high school and the rest is just what im picking up from memory and streams #my writing

[quesadillayuri]

you're an angel, i'm a dog

“It’s gonna break you,” Tina said, and Bagi wanted to bristle. She’s not fragile. She almost told Tina that, but then Tina sobbed again, and leaned into Bagi’s arms and Bagi's mind blanked. “It’s gonna break you, angel,” Tina had said, and Bagi can’t really remember much after that. Because, oh— oh, okay.  Angel , Bagi thinks, a little obsessively. She’s not opposed to that, not even in the slightest. (Tina’s a demon, and Bagi’s a human. It doesn’t change much, even though it really should.)

bagi and tina being the most normal girls in the world for 3.5 thousand words: a fic

#tinakitten #oibagi #bagikitten #bagina #qsmp #qsmp fanfic #bagina fanfic #tea duo #teaduo #bagi

[fancypantsy]

hello! i was wondering if u can do quackity with a reader who is a girly girl? like they love to do their makeup and dressing up. and just yk a girly girl 💞

Thats actually so cute oml 🤭 it's like opposites attract, quackity would definitely buy you jewelry all the time and when he takes you shopping he holds all the bags just so you can run around picking out anything you want; he would definitely be the kind of boyfriend to ask you to "give me a spin" and speaking of that fashion shows all the time after your shopping hauls, if you asked to do his makeup he be hesitant but eventually give in and start speaking in some silly high pitch voice, and he would always call you his pretty princess (who wouldn't you're gorgeous 😉)

#quackity headcanon #quackity imagines #dsmp x reader #quackity x reader #Quackity #quackity fanfic #Quackity oneshot #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #Qsmp #Qsmp fanfic #Dsmp

[cosmic-d1ce]

fml is back forever has been gone too long

Etoiles watches the man with an odd fascinantion. He isn't quite sure why he's so interested in Phil, but he always has been. Since he ended up on this island, he had always wanted to know more about Phil.

Phil is the only person here that Etoiles was unsure of. He had properly met everyone else long ago, but never Phil. It seems like it's not completely by choice, something keeps him away from the new arrivals. It's strange and Etoiles is almost certain this is what intrigues him so much.

A few people had told Etoiles that Phil used to be good friends with everyone. Especially Fit. That's who he asks when he becomes curious about the whole thing. He can't keep his interest concealed anymore, he has to ask eventually.

The answer he gets is unexpected.

"Phil just... He doesn't want anything to do with us anymore. One day, he disappeared, left his kids, his husband, his friends and everything behind and never came back." Fit explains with some vague hand gestures.

Etoiles tilts his head. "But he's right here. He's at the Favela with Cellbit and Badboy."

"Yeah but he's not here. He used to live on the wall, with Missa and Chayanne but he left. He's still on the island but that doesn't mean he's still with us, if that makes any sense?" Fit asks. He's trying to convey a feeling that he isn't sure how to translate.

"So, he's different? Something changed him so much it's like he's not even here." Etoiles guesses.

"Yeah! Like that. He's so different I hardly even recognize him. He's not the guy I knew, he's nothing like him." Fit shrugs with a defeated seeming sigh.

"Do you know why?"

"No! That's the worst part, nobody fucking knows why! He just... Decided he didn't want anything to do with us anymore."

"But he's with people right now?"

"Because he's like- an honorary Brazilian. It's weird! He started dating Forever and just... left." Fit groans. "We don't know what happened."

It was a strange thing, Etoiles wasn't quite sure what to make of it. What Fit told him was not a full picture, an incomplete story. The wrong side. He tries the Brazilians, each one brushes him off with varying levels of anxiety. He tries not to ask when Phil is around, but now that he's really thinking about it, he never does see Phil away from them.

And now that he's paying attention, Phil seems to sustain a new injury each day. He's limping more than usual today, Etoiles notices. The next day, he can't even stand. What is really happening here? He has to ask Phil.

He does.

He decides that the only chance he'll get is when Phil is sat alone. He feels bad interrupting his alone time but he has to know.

"Philza!" Etoiles calls, making the man in question jump. He seems much more afraid than a normal person should be.

Phil doesn't respond, doesn't speak as Etoiles sits next to him.

"I don't think we've really spoken before! I've heard a lot of things about you. Varied opinions from many people." Etoiles laughs, watching Phil for an expression change. It doesn't seem like he's taking in anything that Etoiles is saying.

It's sad.

"Are you... okay?" Etoiles tries to ask.

Phil curls in on himself, pulling his knees closer to his chest as he pointedly ignores the man.

"Are you going to speak to me?"

A muffled noise comes in response. It's not a word. Hardly even a sound, Etoiles almost misses it.

"I wanted to ask you something." Etoiles says regardless.

Phil glances at him.

Etoiles takes it as a go-ahead.

"What happened? With you and Forever?"

Phil's eyes dart away.

"Something bad, I guess." Etoiles laughs, watching for Phil's reaction.

Phil gives no response.

"I've heard from others that something... Bad happened when you and him got together. I don't think that's your fault. I don't want to believe them when I haven't heard from you."

Phil is silent for a long moment. Etoiles almost speaks again before Phil finally gives a verbal response.

"I never wanted this." He chokes out, voice strained and quiet.

Etoiles smiles with satisfaction, "I didn't think you did. He took you?"

Phil nods. "I'm not supposed to tell anyone."

"Because he'll hurt you?" Etoiles asks, although he already knows the answer. Confirmation comes in a small nod. "Am I the only one that knows?"

Phil shakes his head. "The Brazilians all know, and Quackity."

That shocks Etoiles. "They know? And they do nothing?"

"They can't do anything."

"Why not?! What is wrong with them? Do they not care?" Etoiles can't help the spark of anger that ignites in his chest.

"They don't want to hurt Forever." Phil's voice drops to a mutter. He sounds like he doesn't want to admit it.

"They'd rather you get hurt instead?" Etoiles exclaims, disbelief evident in his tone.

Phil shrinks in on himself again. "They don't want to lose him. They're family." His voice catches in his throat.

Etoiles hesitates, "Are you not too?"

"Not like Forever." Phil shakes his head. "What they have is special. Different."

"Hm. I see." Etoiles looks down at his lap. "Well, you can be my family. Why don't you come with me and Pomme tomorrow?"

Phil lifts his head, a look of confusion and disbelief painting his features. "I... I don't know if I can."

"Baghera can. She's Forever's sister, you know?" Etoiles laughs. "Come on! It will be fun."

A moment passes, silence fills the air between them. The wind blows, the leaves rustle. It's calm.

"I'd like that."

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[artistnerd24]

I hope we can all agree that the best part of this hiatus will be that all of the fanfic writers, artists, and animators will now get to have time to work on their projects and not be constantly distracted from their (probably Qsmp-centered) works by Qsmp itself! Like, on one hand I’m sad that it’s gone for a week, but on the other hand… WOOOO I MIGHT ACTUALLY FINISH MY HATSUNEDUO ANIMATIC BEFORE THE MONTH ENDS LETS FUCKING GOOOO AND I MIGHT ALSO GET TO MAKE ACTUALLY GOOD SHIP ART AND WORK ON MY POST-PURGATORY FIC AND FINISH MY GIFT FOR THE QSMP SECRET VALENTINE EXCHANGE THAT I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT WOOOOOOOOO

Artists, writers, and animators, y’all feel me on this?

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[solsays]

they are so precious to me

Here’s the fic this lil doodle is based off of, by @yourfauxentropy on ao3 (go read it it is fucking adorable and they’re a great writer)

#qsmp #qsmp fitmc #fitmc #hideduo #pactw #qsmp pac #qsmp fandom #qsmp fanfic #fitpac #qsmp fitpac #qsmp hideduo #fanfic rec #fanfic inspiration #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #ao3fic

[louissatturi]

I find funny how often spiderbit shows up as a side couple in slimeriana fics and vise versa because of the contrast the couples brig to the fic is immaculate like

In spiderbit fics slimeriana showing up is generaly like "ooh here it comes slimeriana, they have a toxic dynamic and troubles but love each other deeply and are working their stuff together"

In the other hand spiderbit showing up in slimeriana is always looks like "LOOK SLIMERIA LOOK AT this happy couple, a happy couple that is hot and sexy and very in love and never fight, never have troubles and are perfect LOOK SLIMERIANA THIS IS YOUR ANGST TIME BECAUSE YOU ARE TOXIC AND WILL NEVER FIND HAPPINESS"

Its always funny

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[seriouslycalamitous]

Tubbo swearing he’s gonna do everything in his power to break Hideduo up…

All I’m hearing is that I should write a fic about Tubbo going through wacky hijinks to ruin their date and it just makes things more romantic.

Like setting off sprinklers to interrupt them on a walk together, but now they’re sharing an umbrella and blushing about it.

#tubbo’s sitting behind a bush rubbing his hands together like a supervillain thinking SURELY THIS WILL WORK #and now they’re blushing and being cute and Fit’s borrowing Pac’s hoodie because his clothes were wet and GODDAMN THEM #qsmp #qsmp fanfic #hideduo #fitpac #qsmp fitmc #qsmp pactw #qsmp tubbo

[factorialsotherfandoms]

"Philza, can we be serious for a second?" Fit asks, one day.

"I'm listening." Philza turns, his attention granted once more

"If we ever get off this island, what are we going to do?" The question has been haunting Fit for some time; it is only right he asks one of his closest friends.

"… Go back to where we came from, I suppose." Philza, to his credit, seems melancholnic with the answer.

"But the kids, Phil," Fit's voice tenses on the words. "I can't take Ramon with me - you've seen where I live. I can't take a child there, never again."

"You've changed, mate."

"Philza."

It's not wrong, but its not what Fit wants to talk about. Not in the slightest, or at all - Philza has changed too, after all. For the more vulnerable, in both their cases.

There is silence a moment, before Philza sighs. "I get you," another pause. "I love my hardcore worlds, but… one life and you're dead. It's the thrill of it, it's the beauty of it, I'm sure I could make somewhere safe enough for my eggs, but… they shouldn't have to live in fear of death. Not ever, not any more, never again. Hell, not even Wil lives with me there, and he's an adult. Beautiful as it is its a solo world for a reason, you know?"

"Then you get me."

"Yeah, I get you."

Probably better than anyone else in the worlds.

There's silence again for a few moments, broken only by the sounds of using Phil and Missa's warp as a shortcut to spawn. Fit is quite content to let it sit, to simply know that the problem is shared, that he's not the only person both deseperate to escape and terrified of what that means.

The interruption, however, drives Philza to speak again. "Fit, what do you want to say?"

Does he want to say something else? Fit doesn't know, but assumes Philza must have some idea. "… I'm not sure," he says. "But I think some of the others don't have suitable homes either."

"Do any of them?" Philza replies. "I'm not even sure Wil /has/ a home at this point."

"Right. And the Brazilians. I don't know exactly, but Phil-" Fit pauses, unsure if he should finish that sentence, before deciding to hell with it, Philza will recognise it anyway. "Pac and Mike were using the boat to put distance between them and the law after their past caught up. Dunno about the others, but can't imagine its great if they shared a boat together."

Philza whistles, clearly not surprised. If anything, slightly impressed - FIt could always trust him with that. "Guess its a habit of theirs."

"I'm serious, Philza." Fit reminds him.

"No same," Philza gestures a bit. "I don't know them like you do, but Pac and Mike... They deserve a chance, let alone Richarlyson."

So do all the children, Fit doesn't say. He's done crimes enough against children before.

Philza waits, and when Fit doesn't continue, does so himself, "I don't know much about the French before they came here, or Foolish, but Bad was already working multiple part time jobs, and if he had a home it wasn't best suited to a kid."

"Vegetta? Missa?" Fit asks. "Does Quackity have somewhere to go maybe?"

"Dunno about most. Missa's a bit like Wil, though," Philza smiles softly at the thought, before it turns a little sadder. "Never stays anywhere very long, and with the skeleton thing and his reaction to this shack… pretty sure it's not by /choice/ he's doing the travelling musician act. Wil at least has somewhere to return to, Missa nearly burst into tears at four walls made of fences and a cheap roof."

"Well shit."

"Definitely can't take Missa to hardcore, either," Philza continues the thought. "I could make an area safe for Tallulah. Missa? He'd die as soon as I looked away from him and I /can't/ loose him. Not now."

"Travelling musicians, ex-cons, men who live alone without any contact, old hands in an eternal wasteland... The Feds clearly picked people who wouldn't be missed," Fit frowns a little, struggling to think of anyone who bucks that trend.

Philza doesn't reply to that. Fit doesn't think it too odd but, after he doesn't respond for a while, he looks over. There's a clear look on Philza's face, one that has ended empires and built others anew.

"Philza?"

"I do have… a bit of a plan. Not a lot of one. But I've been thinking."

"Thinking, eh? Using that beautiful brain of yours?" Fit doesn't know if he should be terrified or excited, and so falls back on the oldest trick in the book - flirting.

"Oh shut up big boy," Philza waves one dismissive hand. "But, yeah. I'm pretty sure, if we could get out of here, I could manage to find some place uninhabited. A new island or world. Whitelist it just to us islanders and the eggs, maybe people's partners from elsewhere. Infinite lives, an empty but open world… Somewhere just for us. All of us."

"It'd be a lot of work, starting again from nothing. Can you even support this many people? I know there's your worlds, but it'd be a lot..." Fit wants to be excited, wants to see some hope in this tunnel - somewhere safe for him and his kid, somewhere to retire to. Maybe make trips back to the wasteland, but no longer live there. Never live there again.

"I can't talk to her here, not easily, but I bet Kristin would be willing to support it. I've heard a few other people have ties to gods, too, which would help. Not sure which, but once we /have/ a plan asking is easier." Philza muses a bit as he talks. "We discussed it once, before, for another group. Smaller than this, but with help... I reckon it'd work. Even if not, I could hold it together long enough for someone to make a better plan."

"Sounds nice. Too nice," is all Fit can really say.

"I've never wanted it before," Philza sighs with the words. "I was happy just with my solo worlds, but… I don't think i could loose this - everyone - now I've had them."

"Just like I cant leave Ramon."

"Exactly. We've got families now."

"Look at us, getting old and sentimental."

"Oh piss off mate you started it."

"I know, I know." Fit laughs, because what can he do but laugh in the end.

Philza has a plan, and Fit is included in it. It will work, or it will fail, and there's nothing they can do about it.

It's a pipe dream, anyway; they'd have to get off the island first, and Fit's pretty sure that won't be possible in his lifetime. The best he can do is enjoy what he has for the time it lasts, and leave worrying to people better suited to it.

If only the Federations would let them have their fun.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp fitmc #qsmp philza #scribbled the dialogue out at like 1am #added the rest 12 hours later #I feel like a lot of small groups have similar discussions over time #worlds be nebulous etc