As you all pile out of the bus, encumbered by way too much luggage and new friends, you notice a large screen sat inexplicably in the center of the entrance, under an archway that says "Camp Egg". It looks like you won't be able to enter until the video finishes playing.
As the video ends, Not-Cucurucho steps out from behind the large screen and wheels it away.
He returns with a stack of papers and, one by one, he distributes them to each of you, instructing you to read it.
Cucurucho- er, Not-Cucurucho, mentions that more camper may arrive while camp is still running.
Once again, he reminds you all that if you have any questions, that you should bring them to him.
He looks at each of you, one at a time, before finally saying:
"Please proceed to your cabins. You will recieve your bandana, and your counselor will help you unpack your bags and get settled."
"I hope you enjoy Camp Egg."
(Casting call! Poll - Yours truely. Ping - @hepbaestus . Áfonya- @semifontos . Pepper - @pikaeggs . Mia - @studio-stephen . Estella - @oozblob . Chip - @shrimpysstuff . Ribcage - @nameless-network . Soup - @grapesintomatosoup . Macron - @prismpanic . Blossom - @/eternal-nyx . Castor - @readbycrow . Floryn - @unqualified-therapist . Tala - @iminyourbookshelf . Constence - @lilliancdoodles )
rb to stare at a mutual like this:
(via Nathaniel -- Stylised Creation Final - 3D model by Studio_Stephen)
3D Model of the boi I posted a bit ago :)))))
Phil, Sneeg, and/or Fit need to go to Creator Clash just to keep the Brighton Gang and Dream Team from fighting each other irl lmao
Fit is fine. He's got it.
He's fine when Tubbo vanishes into thin air. He's fine when Pac gets ripped out of his hands and people just keep chatting like nothing fucking happened.
And when he finally finds it in him to speak, they've got the fucking nerve to sound surprised.
He doesn't sleep that night, but there are no windows in the room, so he doesn't see the sky go red again.
He's fine when the mission doesn't go well - he's all distracted and his thoughts are all over the place, and no one fucking listens to him when he says they should probably wait a little before going in, because he knows how the fucking Federation works by now. He's fine when he kills every fucking mob on the way back. When he almost loses sight of the fucking code, he's fine also.
He's fine as he cleans the Resistance until there's not a single speck of dust. Fine when he snaps at Bagi, and when she just smiles at him and tells him he can stay over with her and Em for the night if he doesn't want to be alone. And when she gives him a hug.
He's fine as he warps to Phil's for some food and just… just because he…
Urgh.
Phil says he'll be right up, as soon as he finishes putting the kids to bed. Fit doesn't want to ruin it, so he quickly says his goodbyes and goes back to his.
He doesn't sleep again.
He's hungry, the voices in his head are too loud.
He's fine when it's Saturday and Ramon still hasn't woken up.
He's fine as he sits with Sunny at Tubhaus in total silence, too. He arrived in a hurry, in late realization that he'd seen the name pop up on the comm and she was probably there waiting for her dad, alone.
Sunny smirked at him, looked him up and down apprehensively in her usual manner, asked him where the crown was. How the thing with Pac went.
Finally, because Fit's expression must've been something, where pa was.
And then if anyone was there at all.
Fit had nothing to say. He wished Phil was there, Phil would know what to do. He's done this before, Fit hasn't. Not like this, anyway - "Spreen left for cigarettes" bullshit aside, he'd always known, deep down, that the fucker was six feet under. And Ramon did too, as it turned out.
This is different. He has no fucking clue what's happening to Pac or Tubbo, and where the fuck Bad is, because Bad is usually here by now.
Sunny's showing him all the things she got for pa's birthday, lays them out in front of him in a row.
She doesn't say a word. Just keeps pushing the glasses up her nose as soon as they slide a little too far down for him to see the tears ready to spill.
And then the sky is red again and about 10 minutes later Em is limping towards them, feet shoeless and bloody, hands trembling as she signs to him quickly.
Mama Bagi. Tried to run after. Couldn't.
Fit is fine as he puts them both to bed at his place.
He's fine when Em clutches onto him and begs him to stay.
He's fine when he accidentally sees Sunny write in her diary how Tallulah will finally want to be friends with her now.
LAST LIFE APOCALYPSE AU DESIGNS
[notes. Lots of them. Undercut]
For an au that’s existed for ~2 years, here are the official designs of 16/18 of the main cast!
[note: Scar and Joel will have their separate post. They are m.i.a for a reason]
Focus this time was less in my usual figurative and more realistic when it came to the clothing (as if live action) — carefully considering what practical things and uses each person would have at the start of the apocalypse
At the same time using my artstyle the best I can to make otherwise mundane clothes interesting through how it is worn by each person, what silhouette and implications does it evoke.
Commision work!! Look at her, she's so feral, such a cool character I got to draw!
The fact that we're known for that and only that makes me so sad when in reality being on here has been the most fun I've had interacting with a fandom in a long while. The amount of love and understanding that I've seen on here for the cc's is incredible and if some weirdo has a weird take I'll see a bunch of posts saying how we would spread positivity, respect everyone involved in both fandom and the content creation and to stop being shitty.
I have to say I never was into twitter and it's reputation put me off of ever trying it. I migrated here from Instagram and it's been my favourite platform to post fanart for QSMP. Y'all are just so sweet it's so sad that they only see us as those few shitty posts.
Qsmpblr has become infamous for extreme hating on Tubbo constantly both by ccs and qsmptwt. The amount of people saying it’s always Tumblr, or the tumblr crows are so terrible they run the whole place, or that’s why I never want to use tumblr, or laughing about how Tubbo’s always on qsmpblrs mind.
I think we all need some soup right now. Reblog to give prev a bowl of their favourite soup.
(^ Which-QSMP-Egg-Would's main tumblr)
Your Counselor has given you your bandana! Welcome to Fox Cabin!
(You do not need to answer this ask if you do not want to. Have fun!)
OOOHHHHH YIPPEEEE :O PORPLE
just a silly Artist, doodling away - currently mostly focus on QSMP art
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