#Suspicious egg

[bjurnberg]

Hello beloved mutual

The two things I have always associated you with have been biblically accurate angels with eyes where there shouldn’t be eyes and eggs (pfp).

Therefore I must let you know that I have discovered the art of Avery Palmer and it perfectly encapsulates my general mental image of you:

I am honored and delighted and need to go buy a print to hang on my wall immediately.

#Bjurnberg answers #suspicious egg #biblically accurate angel #eyeball

[glitterstarly]

Tallulah Doodles+ redesign of my HC of Dapper's appearance, lately I'm looking at BBH's perspective and I love that his egg is like a little engineer who likes botany and loves to throw philosophical questions at his Uncle Foolish (as well as hit him with the taser)

In this HC Dapper would be more of a Wyvern than a dragon, and as he needed "extra hands" to make all his mechanisms he made his own hands :D

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp fanart #qsmp dapper #qsmp tallulah #myart #digital art #fanart #minecraft #my little boy is a genius and I love him #Also I started to be a little bit suspicious about Tallulah since last Maximus stream and his encounter with Cucurucho

[razberrypuck]

happy all the eggs are back and okay! horrified of what's going to happen next time codeflippa and charlie are on

#like their parents im sure most of the eggs will clock the fact that she Isnt Juanaflippa p fast #but im more worried about. what flippa is gonna do. if her behavior is gonna change at all. #i really truly dont think shes malicious or actively trying to infect qcharlie so maybe she WONT do anything especially suspicious #but still #qsmp

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

uhh good old fashioned forced to kneel (maybe in front of a mafia boss after failing a job), maybe pistol whipping involved

hehehehehe

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It was useless to struggle. You knew it was useless to struggle. You struggled many times in the past and had never been able to make the man budge once, so why you thought this time would be any different was wasted effort on your part. Still, you couldn't help the instinctual need to fight against the thick arm coiled around your waist that dragged you deeper into the underground vault.

I've gotten you approved for a transfer to one of our sister locations, your former manager said. It's in a higher end district so there's tighter safety measures in place, she said. You won't need to let that fear hold you back again, she said.

In her defense, she couldn't have possibly been able to be able to predict just two months later this bank would also be targeted. By the same group of men, no less. Well, you assumed they were the same, based off the similar physiques and coordinated masks. Skullface and his vintage Halloween counterparts were absent this time, instead being replaced with plastic faces of dog breeds. You were currently experiencing the joy yet again of being manhandled by Rottweiler and you had no doubt his bite would be worse than his bark.

As soon as you were escorted into the vault meant to store customers' safety deposit boxes, the arm hauling you along dropped to let you stumble. Thankfully, only your wrists were bound in zipties, leaving your wobbly legs to hightail it back towards the entrance before the collar of your shirt was seized. With a grunt, you were thrown against one of the metal tables, taking the brunt of the impact with your hip. You were caged in between thick limbs on either side, allowing the robber to crowd your space and practically swallow you whole with his massive build.

This close, you could smell the gunpowder and ash that clung to his jacket. Somewhere deep within the caverns of the mask's eyeholes, you might have been able to catch a wisp of pale lashes. But you weren't too concerned with that right now, not when you knew good and well that you had earned the ire of a dangerous man.

"What the fuck was that?" he hissed, having to lean down to accommodate for the difference in height. You could only curve your back so far against the blunt edge of the table to make distance.

Initially, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Not that you didn't want to, of course; a scathing fuck you burning on the tip of your tongue. You were smart enough to know that a tiger would only tolerate being poked so many times with a stick. The fact that you tried to sabotage the dye packs when his back was turned was more akin to jabbing a stick straight into its eye. It was a miracle you weren't shot dead then and there.

Your lack of response was grinding further on his nerves, made evident when his gloved hand grabbed you by the jaw. His fingers dug into the hollows of your cheeks, sure to leave little purple bruises around the outline of your teeth. The last time he held your face like this was to forcefully pucker your lips, now free of their gag, to share a mock kiss between you and the plastic mouth of his skull mask before your were shoved out of a moving getaway vehicle. A quick peck probably wasn't on his mind right now, though.

"No, really," he insisted with the same, clipped edge in his tone, "I want to know what the fuck was going on inside that empty little head of your's to think that was a good idea."

Even with your face being squeezed, you managed to talk around his fingers, hoping that your matching glare would make up for any slurred speech. "Would'a made y' eas'er t'catch."

Oh, if masks could speak, there was no doubt the Rottweiler sharing his face would be latching its teeth around your throat with a snarl. In fact, you almost thought that was what the criminal was rearing to do when he briefly freed you from your prison to straighten his stance. No sooner had those arms released you was one swinging down from your peripheral, too fast for you to consider dodging. The butt of his gun cracked against your cheekbone, your teeth cutting against your already bruising flesh and threatening to loosen from the gums completely.

The pain took a few seconds to register after the initial hit. For a moment, you worried that you had been shot rather than pistol whipped with how your vision flashed white and your were deafened by the ringing in your ears. A moment later and a fiery ache bloomed across the entire left side of your face. Pain throbbed with each heartbeat that echoed in your head, tingling from the roots of your teeth and the expanse of your lower jaw, only tapering out somewhat under your eye.

Blood welled on your tongue, thick and bitter, from a cut or something broken you couldn't be certain of yet. Not only had you been rendered speechless by the agony coursing red hot under your skin, but the knock to the head was more than enough to make your knees buckle in a dizzying daze. You tipped forward, almost about to faceplant right into Rottweiler's bulletproof vest, but instead he let you stumble hard onto your knees in front of him. Well, at least being on the partially on the floor meant you didn't have to mind where the glob of saliva and blood landed when you spat it out.

You couldn't help but groan, not sure if your swollen tongue would be able to make anything else coherent enough. What was there to say, anyways? More taunts, a string of expletives, apologies meant to plead for forgiveness? There was nothing you could think of with how your thoughts were too rattled in your brain. Nothing worth the pain of opening and closing your mouth with cracked teeth, that is.

Leather fingers buried themselves deep in your hair, grasping at the roots to ensure a tight hold when they yanked your head up and back. You gasped, a sudden wave of nausea hitting you just as hard as the glock had. Stars had to be rapidly blinked away before your vision could focus on the Rottweiler staring down at you. If he wanted to, he would be able to snap your neck with just a flick of his wrist. Hell, he could have always done that whenever he wanted to, just as he could have shot you or stabbed you or strangled you at any point of your hostageship. Both current and previous.

But he didn't, even when you knew you deserved it. Even when you knew other innocent bystanders had suffered for lesser, if any, infringements during a heist.

Again, the gun made its appearance out of the corner of your eye, taunting your with its proximity. Rather than bash the other side of your face to even out the damage, the cool metal of the barrel pressed sharply to the cheek that was just assaulted. The molar under it shifted, causing your eyes to water. You really hoped the dental insurance your employer offered covered this kind of work.

"If you didn't look so good on your knees, I'd pull the trigger," the robber sneered. If your face wasn't already burning with pain, it would be running twice as hot with shame. "Now don't make me find a better use for that mouth, love."

Tomorrow sounded like a good day to call out sick.

#ask #anon #suspicious whumping egg #whump #whump community #whump scenario #whumper #whumpee #whump ideas #my writing #whump fic #whump writing #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump tropes #masked whumper #intimate whumper #bound #guns #mouth whump #teeth whump #whump insert #whumpee insert #reader insert #manhandling #yeah i didnt forget about these i chip away at them when i have time and inspo

[plegg-culture-is]

plegg culture is telling yourself that the frequent holes in your memory have got to be an ADHD thing

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#plegg culture is #pluralgang #plurality #actuallyplural #plural system #egg carton #submission #anonymous #sometimes they can be! but sometimes they become a bit suspicious™ #especially if they're large holes in memory #ironically enough I don't remember if we used this reason to justify our amnesia before we knew. but we probs did at least once

[ckret2]

Can Bill tell Soos anything about Soos's father just to piss off Abuelita? After all, he likes to piss.

Axolotl, I hope this joke isn't too stupid.

Anon, I am eyeing you with the deepest suspicion.

Anyway—

Bill can tell Soos tons about his father.

Bill would never piss off Abuelita.

After Mabel, Abuelita is the one person in the house Bill least wants to piss off. His first full day in the shack, she tried to poison him with a genial, inscrutable calm; and remained genially inscrutably calm when he called her out on it. That's a stone-cold killer. She wasn't afraid to try to kill Bill Cipher and she wasn't afraid when she was caught trying to kill Bill Cipher. He respects her and slightly fears her. So far, she's the only human who's outright tried to kill him since his reincarnation, and he feels there's very little keeping her from trying again.

If that weren't a concern though, he might occasionally make jabs about Soos's dad to him—and why stop there, his mom is a sore spot too—not to piss off Abuelita but just to bully Soos.

#(explanation: earlier today in one of the servers I'm in—) #(—in the tradition of weird ass 'how did we get here' discord conversations you only get when 3 to 7 pals egg each other into going insane— #(—we had a very thoughtful discussion on whether or not bill cipher has a piss kink) #(so anon—if you AREN'T from that server—then you've sure got some suspicious timing.) #(anyway before anyone asks:) #(my stance is that piss is so foreign to his existence that bill barely recognizes it as distinct from any other Earthly bodily fluid.) #(it neither fascinates nor disgusts him; and therefore isn't interesting enough for him to single it out for eroticization) #(aren't you glad you read the tags) #anonymous #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

[brutal-nemesis]

hey wanna see some rocks

#wow an ask #suspicious-whumping-egg #always <33

[demodraws0606]

The black matter stuff being called the shadow virus and q!BBH's skin being entirely pitch black...

And q!Forever and Walter Bob became infected with the black matter and started having black patches on their skin

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

#qsmp #q!bbh #q!badboyhalo #bbh #badboyhalo #omw to make everything about q!bbh again #ain't that crazy #idk man this shit is like so fucking suspicious i'm getting such massive egg vibes from this whole thing

[hiding-in-the-vault]

ctubbo is one of the funniest unethical scientists i've seen, like when he was trying to return cranboo his memory and later was like: why it didn't return you your memory :( I found that method in a torture section :(

FR,,, didn't he wanna drop an anvil on Ranboo's head? iirc? BOY

#vault asks #i remember a very suspicious chair and an anvil idk idk #he and cdream could do terrible things together <3 SCIENCE! #maybe the science gets a little torturey but yknow what they cay about breaking eggs

[hjartasalt]

Yeah I fucking. Hate that shaming people for being short has become so normalized and like. I’m short for my agab no ones gonna take me seriously as a short guy and it sucks, I rly feel your pain… it just makes me so upset. While I wouldn’t do it, I understand why some guys shell out tens of thousands on terribly painful expensive leg lengthening surgery to become taller because dammit people rly treat short people like shit. Like please can people just stop judging others for their height we can’t fucking control it?! Any feature that’s generic and inherent should not be made fun or belittled. That goes for weight and size, that goes for height, male pattern baldness, skin color, hair type, genetic and congenital conditions, body abnormalities, ability, like people judge each other for so much shit that can’t be changed and no one should be made to feel ashamed of themselves for natural features…

The fact that leg lengthening surgeries are a thing tells you everything you need to know about how exhausting it is just trying to exist as a short man

#ask #suspicious whumping egg

[found-wings]

Ajjajaja having brainrot over the idea of all the Islanders ( including Eggs, but also works without ) being send on a mission together to 'retrieve an important item' or something along these lines - which results in needing to use the train or a plane or smth due to how far away the location is, immediately causing distrust within everyone.

They arrive in what seems to be an endless snowy wasteland, stretching on and on. The group travels a while by walking, until they come across a little village - majority of the group is relieved to have a source of warmth and somewhat safety, but two specific people entirely freeze up at first and immediately glance at each other.

The banners within the village are an all too familiar one of the Antarctic Empire, and suddenly it makes entirely sense on why Phil felt a comfortable, familiar sensation here.

Phil and Fit both stay on the outside of the village to attempt at staying hidden from the guards - the other islanders are confused on these twos odd behaviour but brush it mostly off.

This little stay however quickly ends up in Phil & Fit being recognised anyway, and all I can imagine is just the rest of the islanders staring, some bewildered and others excited when a guard bows down in front of Phil, not commenting on the wince from Phil when they refer to him as an Emperor.

Imagine the way the guards immediately take the group in to travel to the main area of the empire, all the questions Phil receives on this.

And Phil hates every moment of it.

Being questioned about all of this, but Phil can barely offer any answers as he sinks into this.. feeling of needing an out - and Fit is right there by his side as comfort and support, knowing that Phil had just as much been trying to bury his past as the Emperor, only to have it shoved right back at him. Did the Federation know this? Did they purposely set him up like this?

Upon arrival at the Empire, a tall build figure is already waiting at the gates for the group.

And Phil expects the worst of reactions - to be given the cold shoulder, to be yelled at how could he have ever abandoned the Empire they build together, how he dared to just up and leave ( even when it wasn‘t his choice in the first place, or he thinks at least ).

But instead, Phil is greeted with a tight hug from Techno, pulling him close and just for now, refusing to let go at least for now.

#thinking about. Techno giving everyone but Phil & Fit ( and the Eggs probably ) a cold shoulder and being so suspicious of them #he tries to trust them if Phil does but also Phil disappeared on him with no contact months ago - so he‘s not quite sure #if he can actually trust any of them #also thinking about Technos silent anger at seeing the condition Phils wings are in - but I imagine that this hasn’t been the first time #they have been in a pretty bad state & he probably knows some things on how to help lessen any pain - to help him recover at least a little #also the thought of having an assistance thing for Phils wings that allow him to fly even without the needed feathers #i NEED everyone to see Phil fly SO BADLY - ESPECIALLY MY SILLY CODEBREAKERS!!! #blood and feathers #qsmp #qsmp au #winged.rambles

[sweet-potato-42]

this is so wholesome but god bbh sounds so suspicious its funny

like it sounds like he will trap them in a christmas themed death game

#qsmp #qsmp tubbo #like “take off your armor” and “set your spawn here” and splitting up the eggs and parents is so suspicious #i know its just to show the soulfire base but its so ominous #could easily just trap them in there forever to torture them for eterninty in a christmas nightmare

[wowieeitsisa]

I don’t think there’s any traitors, the traitor theory actually sucks

If it’s gonna happen a betrayal I believe it’s going to happen during live, I don’t think a betrayal can be hidden under the players circumstances

How can you blame q!Max to be the traitor? When he’s the one who started all the investigations after the loss of his child?

How can you blame q!Foolish to be the traitor? When he clearly has a persona to face the federation, being the perfect model for them and yet being part of the order?

How can you blame q!Jaiden to be the traitor? When she’s a grieving mother and swore to protect the eggs and wants safety for everyone in the island?

The traitor theory sucks hard man, qsmp is about love

All these people are united, and despite their differences they all are there to protect who they love

#IsaSpeaks #I kept thinking about yesterday #q!Baghera and q!Bad are suspicious of her #even though q!Jaiden wants to protect the eggs as much as anyone else #she wants safety for everyone #the federation set her up #qsmp #Quackity smp #smp

[novelconcepts]

My wife’s going out of town for like a week soon, and I can already see the panic in her eyes as she imagines how badly I’ll fend for myself in the food department.

#me: I can cook! I’ll be fine. #her: …..*suspicious squint* #like yes it’ll be quesadillas and pierogies and eggs but like. I can do it! I’m functional! I’m just not. great. #it’ll be fiiiiiine. bad. but fine!

[mishapen-dear]

okay so- for a while now, i've theorized about the federation's goal being to drive the islanders apart. they keep giving quests that cause conflict between the players (foolish and mr mustard, everything cellbit, getting bad to do a federation quest for an incredible reward Immediately after max asked bad to never work for the feds). They even divide their own agents, what with making cellbit get info on the timer dungeon in secret, the same dungeon that THEY sent jaiden to. But one thing has never made sense to me. What about the eggs? The eggs were provided by the federation, and they've proven to be the single most uniting feature of the QSMP. Their quests update every day to send players wandering around the island, helping each other and hanging out and sending felps motivational messages for his square. the eggs and their quests are the antithesis of the federation's assumed goal of player conflict.

but the eggs were introduced as a competition.

whoever's egg was happiest at the end of the event would get a reward, and whoever's egg was dead would be punished. this has, for meta reasons, obviously changed, but the initial premise remains the same- people were teamed up in pairs, and never punished for killing other people's eggs, only ever their own. the point wasn't "protect the eggs" it was to "protect YOUR egg" and sometimes that meant protecting them from other players.

but the federation has sort of. just ignored the eggs ever since. (unless they're using them to manipulate the islanders for further conflict)

the code, on the other hand, has been ALL about the eggs. its attacked them, its mimicked them, its taken pictures of them and sent the parents into a flurry to protect them. the code is an antagonist that the parents ALL work together to protect the eggs from.

its also changed the egg quests.

which means it can change the egg quests. which means it can ambush the players. an argument can be made against its ability to spell, but we also saw codeChayanne forming full sentences on his signs during the election dinners. There is at least one code that is able to communicate with the players.

there is a non-zero chance that it's not the federation continuing the egg quests, getting the players working together, but the codes.

remember the timer dungeon...? the code didn't attack them. it sent them on a quest (where they had to work together) to send the train off of the island. At the election dinners the codes weren't attacking any eggs (richarlyson) they were attacking the election candidates. By attacking the election candidates (who some islanders had become suspicious of) the codes made those candidates targets of the very same protection instinct that they saw when attacking the eggs.

and its been a very long time since the codes have attacked any eggs.

I don't know what the point of mimicking the eggs would be. I don't know. but i do know that the federation can't be trusted with keeping peace on the island

#qsmp #its SO interesting from a meta perspective #like of COURSE you want to build a storyline that's going to encourage player unity #when the whole purpose of the smp is multilingual unity #which means you need people to want to hang out together #and giving them an antagonist that non-explicitly wants their segregation is SUCH an interesting way to go about that #and whatever the fuck is up with the codes #and literally everything going on with the eggs #they turned the whole island into a parent support group lmaooo and it's worked out so well #but no yeah im. suspicious. #rememebr when the eggs got kidnapped the first time? all of them #and the players had to go around and help each other to free them? #are we sure *that* was the federation and not the code?

[loveselenade]

[Image ids:

The top picture shows a fence on the foreground on the bottom left margin, and with a tower in the background. Mami is standing inside the tower, holding her magical item.

The picture at the bottom is a close up to Mami in the tower, holding up her magical item, which is glowing.]

I'm trying to watch more. But i bursted out laughing at Mami in the tower like a fucking sniper.

What is she doing over there??

Are both Homura and her keeping tabs on the newbies lol

Girls, don't look, but you might have two different stalkers.

#Not gonna repost all my inane reactions but this made me laugh so hard I had ti #Both knew exactly where to find them and I just find it so funny #pmmm watch with maq #Why r u so suspicious Mami LOL #Also I forgot what her egg is called my bad #pmmm #mami tomoe