#truly an honor to try and help ur introduction

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hellooo i am Intrigued by the qsmp i keep hearing about things that are going on there and im like "oh i gotta get into this" so. where should i start with it. like should i go back and watch a bunch of vods or do i just hop in to whatevers going on now and worry about it later. and like who should i watch/start with

Omg hello!! First of all I’m honored you’ve come to me about this!! :D

I’ll link below the first and second part of a qsmp recap made by the qsmp itself! This is a good start if you don’t wanna go ALL the way back to the start of the server, as it has been a few months now!

There are a few certain days I would recommend watching VODS for! Ex. Cellbit and Roiers wedding, First egg adoption day, festa junina, election dinner, as well as the days the French or Brazilians arrived if you wanna get more in depth!

VODS are not a necessity though and there are plenty of people who will update you and/or gladly tell you what’s been happening! There are so many update accounts everywhere on different social medias too!

As for POVs that is entirely up to you! I would recommend at least 1 person per language but that is just a recommendation! It’s just how I do it to keep updated! But it’s not a necessity once again! There is also many different aspects! I enjoy more lore heavy people as well as people who stream for a LONG time! So keep those things in mind!

You can find so many people who watch the other povs to provide info though if you decide to only watch one or two!

Some lore heavy CC’s are Forever, Cellbit, and Max off of the top of my head

Some longer stream people are Foolish, Badboyhao, and Cellbit again off the top of my head

The people I watch in each language are:

English ( the largest one bcs it’s my native lol ) - Foolish, Philza, Niki, Fit, Tina, Jaiden, and Quackity

Spanish - Missa, Roier, Rivers, Pol, and Quackity

French - etoiles, baghera, Antoine

BR Portuguese - Tazercraft, Cellbit

Now a huge part of qsmp is the community !!

Not to BRAG but I am apart of a discord that is full of rlly cool people and we all update often as well as makes funny posts!!

Heres just a few eggworld people you should follow hehe

@cubitozinc @greaterspawnislands @mmyashas @marigoldmagpies @re-bi-vebur @popcornsalty @j810princess125 @thesmpisonfire

And here’s some other blogs eggworld recommends !!

@/zerosalt @/kadextra @/pixiecaps @/mikaikaika @/yb-cringe @/majora-is-lurking @/DISFRUTALAKIA @/ghlitchbee @/vynlets

If you have any more questions do not feel afraid to send another ask to me or any eggworld person !!!

This was a lot but the server is a lot lol

I hope you can have a good time in this fandom!! <33

#iz asks #iz qsmp #truly an honor to try and help ur introduction #this is a wild ass server #I am currently watching foosh become KOC and there’s so many capys #so #that’s just a taste of the silly part

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Criminology 101

A/N: Greetings my horny lil nuggets. I haven’t been on tumblr in ages so I’m a bit rusty with its revamped layouts (but i’ll improve, calm ur tiddies). Anyhoo, I thought I’d share a fanfic of professor!spencer and student!reader. Feel free to harass me in my inbox (?) with tips on how to properly do these things.

Plot/Summary: It’s (y/n)’s first criminology course taught by the infamous Dr. Spencer Reid. She’s been aching for a seat in his class for quite some time and is honoured to finally be in his presence.

Warnings: none?!?!

CHAPTER 1

I walk down the hallway, the soles of my heels clacking on the smooth floors, shooting a smile at someone I recognize as I sip on my hot tea. I run past a couple of classes, determining which one I’m supposed to be in, rattled by the number of rooms that’s there on a single floor. Soon enough, a girl shorter than me sees me struggling, and approaches me with a soft smile. “Let me guess, criminal psychology?” she asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, I am trying to locate the goddamn classroom but I have no idea were it is. It’s supposed to be here, right in between room 506 and 508, but its just, not?” I say as I point at the two large rooms. “I was in your shoes about a year ago. Dr. Reid had his classroom relocated to the adjacent building. Something about adequate sunshine for the proper growth of the mind. Any-hoo, you should find it at Morgan Building, on the third floor.” She says, tilting her head slightly to the right, as though she’s lost in a sort of trance while speaking of Dr. Reid. I thank her, and make my way back down the flight of stairs. I’ve heard my fair share about Dr. Reid.

Flocks of girls would register for his criminal psychology class, uninterested in the very subject itself but willing to sacrifice hours of their time to ogle at him, which left people like me who were actually interested to take a far much more boring course to fulfil the credits. It was a wonder I even got into his class, and I sure as hell wasn't going to be late on the very first day. As I make my way to Room 507, I dump my tea in a trashcan and adjust my black V-neck.

Honestly, the way I’m dressed, with skinny black jeans, a loose V-neck that shows the upper hem of my bralette, and a pair of black leather boots, I stuck out like a sore thumb. I notice the rest of the girls wearing the shortest of skirts, and twirling strands of their flaxen hair. Compared to them, I look like a scarecrow. I wonder if I should mimic their wardrobe choices too. I’ve never been one to stray away from my standard monochrome outfits but I’m sure as hell willing to try if I could appear the least bit alive. Eventually, the TA arrives to open the door and let us all in. I make a mental note to friend the TA, who’s tall and skinny, with a stoic expression on his face. Well, he certainly seems my type.

Despite Dr. Reid’s popularity on campus, I had never actually seen him. Sure, I had heard my dorm-mates gushing about his curly brown hair and year-round stubble, and as much as I had enjoyed the picture, they drew of him, I was never so curious as to look up what he looked like. So, when I sat myself on the third row and heard a gush of whispers erupting as a tall man with broad shoulders entered the auditorium, I knew for a fact that my dorms-mates hadn’t even been close to capturing this man’s beauty. He wore a dark blue linen suit, slightly thicker than your common on-the-rack pieces which clearly indicated he had it tailor made. The way the suit jacket fit his broad shoulders, but simmered down to fall beside his skinny torso, made me admire the way his body was so uniquely built. I could see his charm, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t the tiny bit attracted to him myself. But despite it all, what truly had me interested in him from the first place was not his appearance, but his reputation and history. He’d has a stint in jail for a couple of months, for reasons he has never disclosed to the general public, after serving as an FBI profiler at the BAU for over 12 years. He had joined when he was just 22, the youngest to be employed at the unit, and had already been one of the most qualified. With doctorates in criminal psychology, Greek, philosophy, and even linguistics, he had an omnipotent air of academia and knowledge surrounding him. I had always admired his erudition and was honored to learn from him.

I opened my laptop in front of me, and was scrolling through the notes I had made on the reading material he had forwarded to us, when he began to speak.

“Good morning everyone. I apologize if any of you got lost along your way to my class, I prefer to teach in larger environments with open air circulation. The other block had the classroom as a prison cell, and I’ve already had that experience, and I’d prefer to let bygones be bygones. However, I hope most of you have had the chance to skim through the material I had circulated, if not at least read the titles of it. For the following few weeks, we’ll be covering the foundational elements of criminal psychology, from your famous profiling techniques to not-so-famous geographical isolation methods. Albeit a heavy coursework, I’m sure all of you in will manage, if not excel. My office hours are every Thursday and Friday, from 4pm to 6pm. Any other doubts regarding the marking schemes can go directly to Tony who’ll help you out.

“And that’s about it. Welcome to Criminal Psychology 101 and I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He finishes his introduction, absolutely captivating every single member of the class with his voice.

It wasn't that he was speaking loudly, or that he spoke with some sort of energetic fervor, it was the way his words had been laced together and presented, like a string of Christmas gifts to hungry toddlers. Everyone had leaned to the front of their desks, trying to capture his sentences as though they were physical entities floating in the atmosphere. Most of the girls had their books still in their bags, and had lowered their tank tops to expose soft and supple skin. The guys, on the other hand, had soon diverted their attention from the main stage to the said girls’ courting mechanisms. I was amused at their behavior, but it was understandable.

I was no one to judge, for I would’ve done the same thing if I hadn’t been so in love with subject that it no longer mattered to me who was teaching it. In the days to come, this belief would be obliterated time and again. But for now, I was only interested in Dr. Reid’s words.

#ao3 #fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds #professor spencer #professor!spencer #dominant!spencer #how does one write shit on tumblr i have no fucking clue

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jan, march, sept + one of your choice, love. have a great day, u icon

thank u kyra i adore u

january: what was the first fic you posted this year?

the first fic i posted this year TECHNICALLY was the epilogue of a different path. the first standalone was chewbacca (aka my introduction to the jily world once again and i have such a soft spot for it)

march: do you listen to music whilst writing? 

yes! pretty much always; if it’s not music, it’s a TV show.

september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart?

quite literally anything you’ve left on any of my fics BUT there are a few that i hold dear to my heart. i’ll post them under the cut cause they are LONG :’)

ancient: the first fic you ever posted online?

hahahaaaaaaa. it was my own version of rick riordan’s the son of neptune before the actual book was published. it was on ff.net, and the first chapter got 7 reviews, and i felt so good about myself after that lmfao. who knew i’d still be writing 8 years later?

ask me questions!

OKAY so i have 3 top favorites:

from a different path:

okay so i had seen this in someone else’s bookmarks the other day, thought it was an interesting concept—especially since i too love slytherin!percy and strongly subscribe to ofswordsandpens’ headcanons about it—but didn’t give it another thought until i was listening to a video about the cursed child and went: wait, there’s a percabeth hogwarts au that i saw somewhere. and immediately i hunted this down and i’m just in awe? i tore through it. belatedly, i realized that i made a mistake: i didn’t write down my thoughts as i was reading, which is definitely a disservice to you. however, here are a generalized list of things that i loved.

first of all, with hogwarts au’s, there are three main aspects that i look for: plot, characterization, and quality of writing. normally, fics of this size lack one or more of these key factors, but i was astonished to find that the plot is tremendously tight and intriguing (my lip bled from biting it so much because i’ve been stressed to the max), you write these characters with such distinct voices i can easily picture them saying everything—except, of course, now in a little british accent—and your writing flows so well, it feels almost like i’m reading an actual harry potter book, just with percy and co. you also do a masterful job of weaving together aspects of the pjo universe with the established canon of hp.

and there are so many specific things that i love. primarily, the way you write the relationships in this story; not just concerning percabeth (though i will get to that in a minute), but also with each of the interactions between all of the characters. i applaud you for how you handled luke/annabeth and rachel/percy, and the friendship among them all is just incredibly well done. i especially love how well you wrote connor and zoë and just, a lot of characters that i don’t often think about when i think of pjo. grover and percy’s friendship especially is heartbreaking, i just. he’s so protective because he loves his friends and holy fuck i also love how you wrote grover in this. but i just adored how you wrote annabeth/percy—the love between them, both platonic in its early stages and the romantic all throughout, was doubly apparent. i ached when they kissed each other’s cheeks, and i inwardly cheered when she kissed him in the locker room. there was just such a natural progression, to me, of their relationship. and man did i dig it. i’m excited (and maybe a little scared) to see where you take their relationship in the future.

boy, this is getting long. sorry. but some more just little quick things: loved the b99 reference, with both of their competitive natures playing out in a similar way to jake and amy’s. i kind of want to go back and see if i can find any other references that i missed because i was just too engaged in the story to catch them. also, zoë’s death killed me all over again, thanks for that. i like how you’re working the kronos plot in, and i can’t wait to see how the Final Battle plays out. what else? oh! professor hestia? beautiful. eventual maybe professor percy? outstanding. percy kissing the top of annabeth’s head? breathtaking. rachel being a quidditch commentator? earth shattering. (truly i cackled when i saw that.) mrs. o’leary being a cat? incredible. how you incorporated percy’s water powers? stunning.

ooh, this exchange was beautiful and had me cackling it was so in-character:

“None of us are dying.” Connor clarifies. “Not you, not me, not Annie, not the rest of us.”

“I might have to dispute that.” Annabeth says, from Percy’s other side. “Call me ‘Annie’ one more time, Stoll, and I’ll kill you myself.”

Connor only grins at her. “Sorry, love. No more ‘Annie’. Can I call you Beth?”

“No.”

“Anna?”

“No.”

okay, so i just finished chapter nine and i am blown away. sorry for how long this comment was, but a fic of this magnitude truly warrants it. i can’t wait to see what happens next.

i leave you with just two words: “holy shit.”

from a different path: 

god, oh my god, am i the only dumb bitch who didn’t get what the prophecy was??

anyway, i stumbled on this fic last year, patiently waiting for its completion, and now that i’ve rediscovered it, i’m so glad i finished it all in one go! i couldn’t imagine the tension of waiting for the next chapter, especially since the tension is so well-crafted!! i hardly noticed the tonal shift even as the story got darker and darker as it led up to the war, and in that way i was reminded of how extremely similar it felt to reading the hp books for the first time! you nailed percy very well i might say, and the awkward-yet-caring relationship he has with his dad. i daresay you gave connor and zoe more characterization than rick riordan himself, and the percabeth you wrote is perfect to the nth degree. i appreciate that you didnt bother with all the love triangle and unrequited feelings nonsense as well.

but i have to say, even as i cried at sally and paul’s wedding, or at dionysus’ quiet mourning for castor, what really struck with me most was the way you handled silena. for that, i have no words. that was a job extremely well done. thank you so much for blessing us with this fic.

from chewbacca (a comment from u!): 

A girl in a bright yellow hooded raincoat stumbles into the cafe on one of the slowest nights James has ever seen. Her coat is dripping all over the floor he’d just cleaned (but it’s fine) and when he leans over the counter he sees that her boots match the coat.

First of all!!! Thats the best opening line in the world and nobody can convince me otherwise. I want to become a publisher just so that if you ever write a book, I’d be able to publish it. ( like omg, what an honor??? )

She looks like sunshine, standing there with the amount of yellow in her wardrobe. Briefly, James wonders if that’s her favorite color. It’s got to be.

Im going to quote this whole fic but I really love these lines? Like, you have this distinct style of writiting that I aim to acheive and you’re literally such a rolemodel!!! These are my favorite kind of fics to read. Funny story but I was going through a ‘no thanks Jily’ mood (  a horror, i know !! ) but your fics are just,,,,exceptions? You could write about trash and I’d love it and ask for you to sign me up.

 “Say it again, but convincingly this time.”

ooof this dialogue??? let me breathe

This is the longest he’s stood still since he started working. It’s actually a miracle.

and the funniest person award goes to YOU. also, the most talented and cutest but thats neither here nor there.

james taking care of fleamont, switching off the lights gives me just a nice and realistic vibe? its so simple but i love how you added it.

honestly at this point, ive been sucked again by the fanfic. it feels less like a fic and more like a masterpiece that belongs in a museum but anyway.

“James is supposed to be helping.

James is on his phone.”

ugh i love ur mind. im rereading and its so nice and lovely. even if its like 1am and im exhausted, this fic is sustaining me.

“Do it off the clock, would you?”

PEAK HUMOR

have i mentioned how much i love that scene with euphemia? she seems like such a lovely mom. i love ur euphemia the most. and ahh, both of them just rushing to the hospital ? another 100% good scene.

“Euphemia smiles too, but looks at Fleamont rather than at her son. “Yes,” she says. “It really does.””

fic? or shakspeare? HMMM

A girl in a bright yellow hooded raincoat stumbles into the cafe on one of the slowest nights James has ever seen // “Get fucked.”

the fic!! has made a circle!!! i love how it begins and ends along the same lines. I really want to know how??? are you so talented im in love.

i just really love this fic, okay? i love how james is just the kindest, lily is allowed to have feelings, its just so soft and warm. and it makes someone feel loved, want love anyway.

the dynamic between the characters are just so real and great and im astounded, in short.

your sirius is everything. so many fics potray him as a dick??? which is first of all #rude and also, not at all true. you made me love these characters even more so i sincerely hope you never stop writing.

you’re such a beautiful writer and the way you string words together is just poetic and gorgeous and all the other good adjectives you can think of. i read your spiderman x reader too and i was a goner for you. EVERYTHING YOU WRITE IS SO GOOD. i read it so long ago but i can vividly remember peter whipping the mask off and she just going wtf stop on the window ledge. what im trying to say is that you leave this lasting impression on people that make them remember random scenes and words / prose long after they’ve read it which is a remarkable feat, i believe.

and im so sorry im not on tumblr rn bc i cannot keep recing this fic but i have told my friends about your writing and they loved it too. you’ve got like a million fans. when i do get back from my hiatus, im going to keep recing your fics and people will cry because their universe will shift thanks to the newfound joy of your presence in their life.

lastly, im more of a dog person and that, more than anything, should tell you how much i love this fic. i love u. and basee on your writing, i want to hug you, be your best friend and make you cookies bc again

WOW

#thelaziestgeek #answers #friends! #<3