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born-in-hell · 5 months

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w all the "sinners" theme going on in the qsmp i wanted to summarize everyones sins pre-qsmp lore

Take this as an unofficial and incomplete guide to the qsmp chars past mistakes and wrongdoings. I will also dive on their personalities, since i dont think they'd change so much from pre-lore.

ill keep working on this and adding more info !!! if smth is wrong lmk plss

the colors signify the intensity and/or quantity of known sins.

things like "demon", "cryptid" and "grim reaper" are added here not bc i personally consider them bad, but bc the fed/ the eye might see them as issues.

· qbbh: grim reaper demon. caused a catastrophe when arrived that killed many people (some theorize it was atlantis). burned a childrens hospital once. did something in venice. trickster, liar. (as egglore is semi-canon u can count it in and say hes a former cult leader but eh). Besides his children, trusts no one. Sandwitches the truth between lies to a point no one can tell when hes lying or not. Intentionally acts suspicious, pushing friends and loved ones away. Tends to pull deathly and sometimes harmful pranks on others for fun. Tends to lie abt unserious things for his own amusement. I consider bbh a fox-like spirit.

· qcellbit: cannibal, torturer, murderer. mentor in the war was a demon. liar, manipulator. name originates from his time in prision, where he used a broken cellphone to frighten the other inmates. Kept his nature while in the island, it appearing more softly in the start (the Regret arc, where he falsely betrayed everyone to get intel on the fed), and fully unleashing when he learned the truth abt his past ─ killing the fed workers and threatning qPac ─ and in Purgatory.

· qmike: thief. stole from rich ppl in order to donate to orphanages w qpac. both betrayed qcellbit (formerly cell) when they escaped from prision, leaving him for dead. Not afraid to go against authority figures. Does everything to protect his family. Doesnt trust a lot of people. Stands his ground.

· qfit: 2b2t veteran. i dont need to say more.

· qroier: was obsessive over his last bf. made a cult in his name. tried to kill him ig.

· qmouse: demon & proud. excentric, likes death and blood. enjoys chaos and suffering.

· qfoolish: afaik we dont have much info on his past. Isnt afraid to do what he believes is necessary, even when it makes him a villain. Patient and cunning. Tends to tell the truth, despite not always saying his true intentions. Two-faced.

· qforever: was a corrupt politician. bf from outside the island is a vampire. possibly not a human, although nothing is truly confirmed. If unhuman, theories and hcs span from werewolf, to fae, to elf. His mistakes arise from being too good for his own good. When he became president, he declared he didnt want to be corrupt again, or become a dictator. Always tries to be as morally right as he can, even though it may push his friends away.

· qpac: thief. stole from rich ppl in order to donate to orphanages w qpac. both betrayed qcellbit (formerly cell) when they escaped from prision, leaving him for dead. Has abandonment and self-esteem issues.

· qphil: angel of death. married to lady death herself. If Antarctic Empire is confirmed cannon, hes also a world-conquerer and war criminal.

· qmissa: grim reaper (unconfirmed lore afaik). Naive and innocent. Has major self-esteem issues.

· qtina: demon. hides her identity for unclear resons.

· qjaiden: liar, manipulator. even tho, is a kind soul. fed experiment. besides this, not much info on her past.

· qslime: we dont have any info on his past. Has a weird toxic relationship w qmarianna. Certainly not one of the purest islanders.

·qmarianna: we dont have any info on his past. Has a weird toxic relationship w qsime. Certainly not one of the purest islanders.

· qaypierre: fed experiment (afaik; i guess). he has smth going on.

· qbagi: nothing particularly bad stands out abt her past.

· qbagh: besides being a fed experiment and an islander since was a child, nothing bad stands out abt her past and/or current actions.

· qtubbo: we dont have any info on his past. Naive and impulsive young adult.

· qfelps: he is a weird one. He doesnt have any sins in his past, as he was one of the "good guys". When he was a guard at Alcatraz, cellbit attacked him him. It is unknown if he survived the attack or came back to life.

· qetoiles: we dont have any info on his past. Is a noble warrior, and values fairness over anything.

· qantoine: we dont know. no one knows. is envolved w the feds and cucurucho. a type of cryptid or smth.

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mikanotes · 2 years

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— indulge. eunhyuk x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, angst, comfort

warnings: blood, implied suicidal ideation, injuries

author’s note: trying a new format finger guns also this was supposed to be way more angsty but i didn’t manage to make it that way so ure welcome? + writer’s block has been annoying me so much so this is basically a draft from a little while ago. hope it’s fine!!! (i dont like it personally but Yay lmao)

“eunhyuk… didn’t make it.”

that wasn’t something your heart accepted to hear. but that was something your mind registered, understood, despite its reluctance to accept it. however, your heart was out of your control, and that was why your tears slipped before you could hold them back. that was why your blank expression didn’t match how emotionally unwell you were. that was why you always did what you had to do and not what you wanted to do, just like lee eunhyuk always did.

you figured, maybe, you could indulge into a thing you wanted, for once in a very long while.

you wished you hadn’t been knocked out during your runaway to the bunker— so you would’ve had the opportunity to slap eunhyuk for leaving or, at least, go with him. but no, of course things couldn’t be this good. you had to get a chunk of the breaking building fall on your head and knock you out, only for you to wake up when the group found the exit of the bunker. you didn’t even remember entering it, just a faint memory of eunhyuk carrying you and looking at you with a slight smile. it was rare and you should’ve known then it couldn’t mean any good. but your consciousness left as fast as it came.

but now you were awake. so you left.

ignoring the shouts of all the people you survived with at green home, you walked away. the military threatened, or well, warned you but you ignored it, and yikyung seemed to be telling them to let you go. you didn’t care for anyone here much— save for eunyu, who was kind of a friend to you despite how similar your were in personality to her brother (she always lightheartedly insulted you about it) and hyunsu, who… was not here. so he didn’t count. you decided eunyu would be fine with everyone else, and that going to check if hyunsu and eunhyuk were still alive was worth the risk of getting killed.

so you went to get killed. that is the mindset you walked away with. so you wouldn’t feel as upset if you did get killed.

green home’s building wasn’t too far from the spot of the end of the bunker, so the walk wasn’t too long. the sound of your shoes against the gravel and the debris from broken buildings was odd, unfamiliar. you’d gotten lucky enough to manage to stay inside a fairly comfortable building throughout it all, so walking outside while literal monster walked around, destroying things was weird. you didn’t really mind. the silence. the loneliness of it all. it was enjoyable in a way. and no monsters showed up at all.

green home didn’t look very well. there was no rooftop to go to anymore, no stairs (none that led to anywhere, at least), no elevator, nothing. your apartment and room was long gone, as well as everything in the formerly well-kept building. you took a deep breath but kept walking.

grays, and shades of beige. sand and gravel and rocks and stones. it was so dull. almost tiring to look at. until your eyes caught sight of a trail of blood. fresh blood.

without an ounce of hesitation, you followed it, because why wouldn’t you? you followed through the remains of the building, followed through what felt like narrow alleyways but were just walls that fell apart, followed until you found… a body.

you dropped to your knees and grabbed the familiar figure you hoped was alive. your hand settled on the red flannel covered shoulder and turned the body over.

lee eunhyuk.

your hand moved up to his cheek, caressing the rough expanse of his dry, bloodstained skin. yes, blood, all over him. from his nose to his chin, from his temple to his jaw, on his neck and on his arms— blood. but only the trail of his very apparent nosebleed was still fresh— and flowing. he was alive. you allowed a breathy, relieved laugh and smiled.

“eunhyuk. wake up.”

he didn’t.

…not for at least ten minutes or so, rendering you worried about his wellbeing every other minute until you forced yourself to remember that hyunsu took some time to wake up after getting severely injured and maybe that was just it. after all, the nosebleed was a very clear sign of eunhyuk’s turning, which meant he was on the edge of humanity’s cliff— holding onto whatever his mind thought was a tight enough rope.

he blinked drowsily and looked at you through broken glasses, brows slowly furrowing in confusion. “[name]?”

“yes.”

“why are you here?”

“for you.”

he scowled and sighed, and then sat up with some effort. he ran a hand through his hair and then sniffled. a crease formed between his eyebrows and he brought his fingers up to his nose, slowly confirming that he was (still) bleeding. he bit on his inner lip and looked away, like he didn’t want you to see him like this despite knowing you already did.

you exhaled, “what happened?”

“i went to get hyunsu but he wouldn’t come. and then i decided to stay.” he said, as calmly as usual. he looked at you with the same emotionless air he usually had on him, “i figured it’d be pointless to go back with you all, considering the state of everything.”

“you had a chance.” you said, certain, “that was illogical.”

“it was self-indulgent.” he retorted, raising his eyebrows. you would’ve questioned how throwing himself into sure death was self-indulgent in any way, but he was alive and you, too, had thrown yourself into sure death and called it self-indulgent. again, you supposed you were really similar.

“it was selfish, too.” you added, “eunyu never looked that sad. and i didn’t even see her for too long.”

“is this really about eunyu?” he asked. you chuckled without amusement.

“obviously if it had been, i wouldn’t have come here alone.”

he sighed and before you could even think of anything, eunhyuk hugged you. you weren’t used to that— despite eight months of dating. he was never really one to initiate physical affection, nor were you, so it was a surprise. pleasant, sure, but a surprise. and despite how warm it felt to have his arms around you, you couldn’t help the chill that ran down your spine. “eunhyuk. you’re not gonna turn.”

“… how can you be sure?”

so you were right. the sudden embrace was because he thought he would fully turn. and knowing him, and his thought process (which mirrored yours), he probably planned on killing himself before it happened so he wouldn’t hurt anyone. or you. but he would not turn, you were sure of that.

“because it seems resilience, strength and a clear goal seem to be the key to staying human. to being a special case.” you said, basing yourself off what you’d seen from hyunsu and uimyeong. “do you have that?”

“i can muster it.” he said quietly, “but i don’t want you anywhere near for the next fifteen days. just in case.”

“and where do i go?”

silence. the wind felt especially cold on your skin, and conveniently enough eunhyuk rubbed your arm and back as the breeze passed. he seemed to ponder over the question for a while before pulling away and looking at you. “we’ll find a pharmacy.”

“storage?”

“yes.”

same thought process.

the storage of a pharmacy would be your home for the following fifteen days, for very simple reasons.

one being that there was a door with medications and therefore drugs that could only be accessed through a code (with some fidgeting of a tool kit you found, it was easy to change the latter). two being that eunhyuk could stay in that room, locked, in case he fully turned. three being that a pharmacy had everything to patch your wounds up as well as things that were nutritious enough to keep you alright and well for at least a few weeks. a bonus would be that, surprisingly, no one managed to have made it to that pharmacy alive during the time of the apocalypse, rendering it empty of people and monsters— and filled with everything you’d need.

and fifteen days were long. especially when you heard him yell and hit the wall while you sat at the other side of the door. it was hard and it was stressful.

sometimes you talked to him— asked him what happened for him to stay alive. he’d explain he woke up under the rumble of what remained of the building with nothing more than a few injuries and broken glasses. then, after some effort to get the bricks and all off of him, he managed to get up and make his way over to somewhere else. he’d found a place that looked enough like a shelter for him to survive enough to understand but got another nosebleed on the way, and passed out.

sometimes you’d ask to open the door. he would say no.

sometimes he told you to run far away from the room, just in case. and you’d come back ten minutes later to see he was fine.

and the fifteenth day came. you opened the door with the passcode you’d set. eunhyuk was up and awake.

“how are you feeling?”

there was a beat of silence that made you fear. but then he smiled, genuine and content. “human.”

you smiled in return. “i’m glad to know that.” you said calmly, despite the wave of absolute relief that washed over you. you couldn’t have been happier.

perhaps you’d been lucky enough to survive without getting attacked by monsters all this time. maybe you’d step out of the pharmacy and get stabbed by one and think “oh. great.”. but in this moment you didn’t care. eunhyuk was okay. he’d managed it.

you figured your concerns were whatever, now, anyways, as before you could even begin to think of anything else you felt something wet on your lips, and saw eunhyuk’s eyes widen. you touched your skin and looked down at your fingers. blood.

well.

you figured it was your turn to be quarantined.

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vampsquatch · 7 months

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man what the fuck i was just laying low for a while here bc of college stuff and while i wasn't online there's just a random anon dude talking their ass off about how they hate rory and love benny TO PEOPLE WHO DOESN'T REALLY CARE 😭😭😭 i was like two or three days offline tops and thats when stuff starts to happen in mbav fandom dear god

#mbav #my babysitter’s a vampire #benny weir #rory keaner #erica jones #ethan morgan #bennory #benny mbav #bethan #erica mbav #ethan mbav #serica #rory mbav #sarah mbav #sarah fox #IM TIRED OF TAGGING

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heather-garland · 1 year

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i dont have any finished art :'-( so heres some sketches of varying ages

#silent hill #silent hill 2 #lisa garland #maria silent hill #claudia wolf #angela orosco #lisa garland/maria #im tired of tagging #usually i just draw one (1) lisa but i put them in a compilation to save space #umm.. yeah lol im too tired to draw most of the time sorry #tag of torture

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jackopa · 1 year

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Are you kidding I can color text? This is so cute! anyways

#lmk #im tired of tagging #lego monkie kid #lmk fanart #monkie kid fanart #lmk macaque #lmk tang

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yourlocalsewerdragon · 8 months

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omg my old url in ur bio… i remeber 🫡

AAAAA i need to change that oopsie doopsies

#manaphysics.....#i never knew what that meant #im tired of tagging #im not gonna be a girlblogger im just going to be a hashtag girl #fuck tags

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yuniemaki · 1 year

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Dancing in circles chapter 11: turbulence Read on ao3 Words: 42k+ Rating: M Pairing: beiguang mafia au

Summary: You can't change the past, but perhaps you can change our fate.

Sneak peek:

A key benefit of knowing your way around Liyue’s largest mountain range, Ningguang thinks, is that you can easily shake off pursuers and ‘disappear’ into rock and shelter. Somewhere along the massive base of Mount Tianheng is an entrance hewn into stone. Water drips rhythmically from its ceiling, and the air within is moist and suffocating. But press into the darkness long enough, and you will come across a steel gate with a piece of plaustrite locking it.

That plaustrite reacts only to a key containing cor lapis.

Ningguang created this mechanism while she was sequestered away by her parents and learning her place in the triads. It was here, in this safehouse deep within Mount Tianheng, that her will was broken. It was here that she learned not to shed a single tear, to stand in defiance even when her father played Russian roulette with her head.

The gun wasn’t loaded, he later said. But the damage was done.

It was also here that she plotted their deaths from within, to seize their power and rule the triad the way she desires. No more hiding in the shadows and relying on senseless violence to gain power. No, she will weave the upper echelons into her tapestry; she will make the Liyue Qixing indispensable to the city of commerce. She will sink her fingers into every business and every industry, so that they will rule from the shadows.

Before her ascension, the violence was widespread. Nowhere in Liyue was safe from turf wars and gang fights. Her parents only encouraged this state of affairs. Even when Ningguang told them of its impact on the people, on Beidou — they did not relent. And after that fateful night where the assassination on their home almost succeeded, they’d accused her of betraying them with a dagger to her neck.

You told her where we lived, didn’t you? You told Beidou!

Ningguang sighs, expelling the memory together with smoke through her nose. Coming back here, to the Jade Chamber, is the last thing she wants to do — but it’s also the most secluded of the Qixing’s safehouses. She sealed it when she first left, and never opened it again until now.

The Tianquan sinks into the leather chair and takes another drag. She lets the smoke escape from her lips, carrying the dull ache in her heart away, and idly wishes she could be as light as the vapour dissipating into the air.

Two knocks on the door. “Enter,” she breathes. Her two most trusted associates silently file into her old room-turned-study.

The walls of the Jade Chamber are reinforced steel, its numerous rooms carved into Mount Tianheng. The octagonal safehouse is furnished with classic Liyue-style furniture — walnut desks, ceramic lamps and lacquered screens. This room, in particular, once bore a bamboo bed for a child; now it holds a long table carved from a single trunk and several leather chairs.

Yelan and Tian settle on the opposite side of the table, motionless. The silence hangs between them like a taut rubber band, trembling ever so faintly.

“The Fatui must go,” Ningguang says, swiftly snapping the band with a twang. Its two ends bounce back, slapping both the Tianshu and Kaiyang into action.

“The Rooster?” Yelan asks.

“Captured. Alive enough to talk.” As much as it irks her, she needs a confession from Pulcinella to clear her name.

Tian leans forward. “They’ve spread their bases; striking Heyu Teahouse alone won’t be sufficient.”

“That will not be a concern.” Ningguang takes another drag, willing it to calm her fraying nerves. “Prior to this, Pulcinella and I made an agreement.” She puffs the smoke out, fondly recalling how Keqing would angrily swat it away. It’s funny how the police’s mole turned out to be one of their best Yuhengs in a while.

Unfortunate. A good many things in this situation are unfortunate, and one of them is how the vapour seems to do nothing for her constricting chest.

She sets the vape pen on the table. “He is supposed to deliver the remaining ammo in our deal on Saturday night.” Ningguang slides a piece of paper across the wood; Yelan and Tian swiftly catch it. “Memorise the details. I want every one of our people at this deal to seal off all exits.”

“What makes you think Pulcinella will be there?” Yelan muses.

“He will.” Ningguang stands. Her chest feels far too tight, and her mouth is drier than a desert. She really doesn’t like being here, in a safehouse that teems with unpleasant memories. If she stares long enough, the walls seem to move, closing in around her and only adding fuel to a monstrous fear starting to stir deep within. Her nostrils flare in defiance. “I’ve made the arrangements; he knows I’ll see to the deal myself.”

“That’s a big risk,” Tian replies, “If they tip the police off—”

“I’m counting on the police to be there,” she interrupts, glancing at Yelan. Her heart is pounding hard, rattling her ribs and screaming to be freed. “Their mole hasn’t been outed, I presume?”

“They’ve hidden the spy well,” the blue-haired woman admits. “My men are certain the Fatui’s mole is a police captain or an inspector, but we don’t know who.”

“Then they already know this deal is happening. It’s the perfect time to nab me, since I apparently killed the Minister of Civil Affairs.” Ningguang turns away, restlessly pacing the length of the room. She hates it. She hates the Jade Chamber. She forces herself to return to the pressing matters at hand, though it feels like trying to gain control of a speeding car whose brakes have failed.

Yes, of course she’d murder the one man in the government whom she had painstakingly wrapped around her little finger over the years. It’s painfully obvious their enemies are behind this, and all she’s lacking is proof.

As for Tongtong … the poor boy’s only crime was to be Bolai’s beloved son. It’s a smart move, Ningguang admits to herself — frame the child’s death on her so that Bolai would turn on the Qixing. Now, she is blind to the activities of both the police force and the Ministry of Civil Affairs. Two of her most important allies were felled in one blind swoop while she drowned in melancholy.

In her mind’s eye, the damned car approaches a guard rail she can’t avoid.

Tian brings a lighter to the paper, and Ningguang watches it dissolve into ashes — a sign of their acknowledgement. Her two associates bow; Tian comes to her side, lifting her hand and pressing it to his lips reverently. She waits, keeping her expression impassive, till the door shuts.

Ningguang scrambles for her bag immediately, digging through it as her heart thuds furiously against her ribs. It pounds so hard she can hear the roar of blood in her head. Archons, she hasn’t had to pop pills in years , but stepping in here — where it all began — is almost unbearable. She dry-swallows two benzos and slumps against the wall, shakily feeling around the table for her vape pen.

Her head spins like it once did long ago. Ningguang closes her eyes, patiently waiting for the medication to kick in. It does, soothing her heart and making her thoughts fuzzy, like brocade fraying at the edges. She takes a drag with trembling fingers, letting the pen drop to the floor with a clatter. Ningguang has always known, of course, that her life would end in violence. There’s no peace for those who rule the triads — it’s the price they pay for unimaginable power. She’d always thought that it wouldn’t matter, that she’d welcome death with open arms when it finally came for her in blood and pain.

And yet, now that she has looked death in the eye… it is not at all what she’d expected. Death is an overbearing, intangible presence in every room. Death has stalked her from the moment she received the Tianxuan’s severed hands and went into hiding. Death is formless, shapeless, a void. Death is absence . And here in the Jade Chamber, where she’d stared down the empty eye of a gun at death, it has become all the more powerful. It holds her by the neck in these reinforced walls and she cannot rest.

It brings her back to that memory she’d shoved aside, and she’s once again holding back tears in her bedroom, unable to believe her own parents would accuse her of betraying them.

But this time, she looks her parents in the eyes, ignoring the flare of pain in her neck.

I didn’t tell Beidou.

She only wished she did.

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