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LMAOOO

it's been a while (aka tommy starts spamming bbh during tubbothon and i get hit with nostalgia)

cannot stop thinking about the hunger games guys. 13 y/o whose whole childhood was taken away from him and his buddy the immortal demon here to have a good time. and they both eat people. get yourself a better duo

at least he tried lol

secret life session one in a nutshell

When you look at him,

What do you see?

I've wanted to do something inspired by this clip since it happened

I gave Pac a mechanic/racing suit specifically because he had been building the track and racing earlier

[tma au] theyre having a normal one

this is how skizz got let into season 10

angel things

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: FitMC/Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw, Mikhael Línnyker | mikethelink & Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw Characters: Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw, Mikhael Línnyker | mikethelink Additional Tags: Character Study, not beta read we die like bobby

Summary:

Pac would like to say he invented plenty of things. As a scientist, he had messed around plenty in the lab, creating lots of new things as a result. Most of them were pretty much useless; Mike was the real engineer and the one who made the real discoveries, but he did make some.

If there was one invention he was proud of, though, it was himself. He had invented, or reinvented, his new life from scratch.

Summary:

How a normal mortal by the (oddly appropriate) name of Halo meets a bunch of immortals and is changed forever (And how a demon by the name of Badboy redeems himself).

OR: Badboyhalo was once two separate entities, but due to some strange circumstances, find themselves as one. Starts from the time humankind was young and ends with a little island called Quesadilla.

Mainly Bad, of course, with guest stars Foolish (The Totem God of the Sea and Undying), Skeppy, Kristin (The Goddess of Death), The Blood God, The Goddess of Entertainment, A demon called Boss, and some lovely eggs.

COMPLETED, written before major bbh lore

Bad: [After seeing Pepito get downed in chat and failing to find them on the map] ...I don't know. I don't think we can help them. Maybe Roier can get to them in time.

Doied: [Flossing as his nephew is dying]

To cope with the KEND of an era! (and because I’m very normal about this man).

I present the flavors of Jimmy.

Tap for better quality.

more pac outfits!

[Español]

Look what I make :D

This is the part 1 > part 2

q!Pac and q!Fit are like made for each other-

They're able to just play off each other's jokes like it nothing, no matter how flustered the other is.

AND they don't ever down play each other!! q!Fit never calls q!Pac "cute" or something that would give the impression that he wasn't anything but tough and impressively strong mentally and physically.

And in turn q!Pac makes sure that q!Fit knows that he's not scared of him by any means. Sure q!Pac calls him strong and tough, but the Suttle comment of q!Fit being cute is much more touching. q!Pac knows just gentle and shy q!Fit can be, and while he a very tough outward appearance and approach, he's a bit of loser (in the best way possible) personality wise. And q!Pac loves that about him.

Also q!Fit gotta stop taking baby steps cause man he's getting dragged by the hand by q!Pac strides

QSMP stuff #19 🌺💚💕

Doc really went "here's my character: he's a butterfly-goat-creeper-cyborg mad scientist, last descendant of a lost civilisation that worshipped the goatmother. He had to be nerfed bc he killed god once so they removed his arm but he built a new one so it's fine. He likes to tear holes in the fabric of minecraft reality for fun. Also he wears crocs."

And I think that's great

On April 25, Cellbit finds himself crashing onto a tropical island filled with the weirdest goddamn people he's ever met in his life.

(On one side of the glass is Cellbit. On the other is a man in a red hoodie who takes one look at Cellbit and winks before rushing to talk to the other trapped Brazilians.

For a moment, Cellbit swears there's a spark- a literal pink spark in the air directly between the two of them where they had locked eyes, and he swears that the man's eyes glitter the same pink just for a second.

But that's ridiculous. It's probably a concussion. Or something.)

On April 26, Cellbit wakes up to a heavy pain in his chest and back and a foreign weight to his limbs as he tries rolling over in bed. There's a pressure behind his eyes, all... all two of them.

Cellbit's eyelids twitch unhappily as a ray of incoming sunlight hits them from the window.

He hisses, and that's when he notices two very important things:

He doesn't have two eyes. He knows the familiar discomfort of keeping one's eyes closed when they're ready to open, and he can recognize the fact that this discomfort is multiplied by goddamn two. That makes... four eyes.

He isn't in his own bed. He went to sleep without a blanket or a pillow, just his hat and his jacket because, big surprise, spending most of the day in a cave didn't get him any luxuries besides a sore back and a definitely-not-dead child.

Cellbit opens his eyes, all four of them, and he's only a little surprised to see that he is not, in fact, in his own house.

"What?" he croaks.

He grimaces. Sore throat, almost like he'd been screaming in his sleep. Nothing he isn't used to, but it doesn't feel right in this body. In... whoever's body this is.

He pushes himself so that he's sitting up and against the wall. His chest pulls with every movement of his arms, muscles twinging in pain, and it almost reminds him of the War, almost. (He caused wounds like this, anyway. He didn't get hurt like this. He was too good.)

He looks down. Spider-Man boxer briefs. Naked chest, huge scar cut across the middle of it over his heart. Hairy legs, bruised arms and knuckles.

Vaguely, he thinks that he recognizes the house. Kinda. Sort of. Maybe? But he'd only seen the outside, and it would be crazy if his soulmate turned out to be that guy.

But, well. There's only one spider hybrid on the island that Cellbit knows about. Maybe there are more, but he's pretty sure that he met everyone yesterday. (He thinks; he was pretty distracted by the whole what the fuck I have a child now??? thing.)

Cellbit should be happy. And he kinda feels like it, in a distant way. But it's with a sense of numb fear that he grabs Roier's communicator off of the bedside table and opens a new message with... himself? His comm. That Roier has. Because he's in his body. At his house.

[iRoier whispers to Cellbit: I think we have a problem]

-

When Cellbit had finally officially turned 16 years old, Bad sat down in the middle of a warzone and told him that, one of these days, he might wake up in the body of one of his enemies.

"What?" Cellbit had grimaced, blood coating his face and crusting under his nails. "Why? Is that a new origin or something?"

Bad shook his head. "No, you goof. It's a soulmate thing. You know. Soulmates."

And that's when he realized that Cellbit's amnesia really was, in fact, amnesia. Of course he wouldn't have remembered his parents giving him the Soulmate Talk, Cellbit- at the time- didn't believe that he even had parents. ("I was born from blood, and to blood I shall return," he said when Bad tried asking, so Bad stopped bothering after a while.)

And so it fell to BadBoyHalo to give Cellbit the Soulmate Talk.

"When you turn 16, the universe assigns you a soulmate," Bad had explained. "And when you meet that soulmate, you'll both switch bodies with each other overnight. It'll only last 24 hours, though, so it should be fine if you meet your soulmate out here."

Cellbit had blinked, confused. "What? Ew, no."

Because, as romantic as the idea of soulmates sounds, Cellbit was a 16-year-old boy. Why would he give a shit about his soulmate when he could be thinking about, like, blood and violence and stuff.

By the time Cellbit was arrested, he had finally warmed up to the idea of having a soulmate if only because having someone assigned to him by the universe meant that there'd be someone on the outside willing to break him out of prison and help him get his revenge on all the fuckers who had dared try and mess with him while he was in there.

But then, after prison- after everything, Cellbit had realized that maybe he wasn't meant to have a soulmate, after all. Why would he? Why would the universe be so kind as to give him someone to care about who would actually love him back? Who would like him back?

Whoever his soulmate might've been, Cellbit had always hoped that they were dead. They'd be better off dead than stuck with a monster like him.

-

By the time Roier makes it to his own house, the sun is high in the sky and Cellbit has managed to find a a shirt and a pair of shorts to throw on on top of his underwear. (On top of Roier's underwear?)

Bobby is still asleep upstairs, Cellbit thinks. At least, he hasn't heard anything from him. Should he be worried?

But then Cellbit looks out the window and watches his body trip over itself on the dirt and faceplant, and, well, Bobby can wait.

Roier's body is... heavy as Cellbit pulls a pair of shoes on. It doesn't want to cooperate, but that can't be right, it's supposed to be natural. Or something. Cellbit thinks. Maybe.

So he doesn't actually know how soulmates work, but it's supposed to be natural, right? That's how he remembers Bad explaining it, but he also remembers Bad having as much emotional awareness as a rock.

Vaguely, he wonders if the problem isn't with the fact that it's Cellbit being in Roier's body but that it's because it's Roier's body and that this is just how it is for Roier all the time. But that's none of Cellbit's business.

(Yet.)

(Maybe.)

(Eventually?)

(Turn the detective brain off, fuck.)

Whatever!

Cellbit runs out the door and goes to help Roier up. He isn't hurt at all as Roier swears at him and grumbles and pushes himself up onto his knees.

"I'm fine," he insists. "See?"

He gestures towards himself with a sharp-toothed grin, eyes squinted shut, and, wow, it's weird for Cellbit to see himself smile. His body doesn't really... do that. It's unnatural. Kinda creepy, like looking into a fucked-up mirror.

Cellbit offers an awkward smile in response, and it hurts. Not his face, no, his soul. Well, not his soul, because that would be silly, but some weird little part inside his Everything stings and pulses with a dull, throbbing pain so sudden and harsh that his throat chokes up and tears threaten to well up in Cellbit's eyes.

With a shuddering breath, Cellbit drops his smile and his eyes. He looks at the ground, and he says, "Uh. We should talk inside, maybe?"

He doesn't wait for a response before turning on his heel and walking back into Roier's house. He does hold the door open, though, remembering that Roier's house has that weird security thing on the door that keeps everybody but him out.

"Your legs are too short," Roier complains as he brushes past Cellbit and walks into the house. "I keep tripping over shit."

"...I'm sorry?" Cellbit offers. (He internally smacks himself. No, stupid, why is he sorry? He can't control his genetics, fuck!)

Roier waves him off. "Nah, it's fine. It's just for today, right?"

He sits at his table with a groan, eyes slipping shut and head tilting over the back of the chair. He looks so... calm. Which means that Cellbit's actual real normal face looks calm, and that's weird. He doesn't do calm.

Hesitantly, Cellbit joins him at the table. He sits directly opposite him, leg bouncing nervously, hands clasped in his lap.

And then? Silence. Absolutely nothing but the slight rattle of the table as Cellbit's (Roier's?) knee bumps against it and the quiet sound of snoring from upstairs. (So Bobby is still asleep. That's normal, right?)

Cellbit glances at the goggles still firmly on his body's head.

"Thanks for keeping them on," he lamely says.

Roier hums a question mark and cracks an eye open, following Cellbit's gaze. He smiles, then, small and clearly fake.

"Hey, man, it's fine," he replies. "It kind of hurts, but it's fine."

Cellbit winces. "I mean, you can take them off! It's fine, it's just us."

Roier shrugs, but he doesn't move to take the goggles off.

Quiet again.

This is... fine. It's fine! Cellbit's soulmate is just a guy who probably maybe dislikes him, that's all. It's nothing he wasn't expecting from his soulmate, he knows how he is as a person. Roier is probably just disappointed, that's all.

"We don't have to do anything, you know," Cellbit says after a moment.

He looks back down at the table as Roier sits up to look at him.

Cellbit wrings his hands together, fingers hooking together and pulling-pushing and they throb from the bruises, and where did Roier get them, anyway? From the pattern, Cellbit would say Roier had punched something, but here are also small cuts indicating the involvement of glass, and-

(Detective brain. Off.)

"I mean, it's crazy, right?" Cellbit laughs weakly. "Us, soulmates? We don't even know each other."

"I mean, yeah, but that's normal, I think. You don't know your soulmate until you meet them, that's how it works."

"I guess? But-"

"And!" Roier interjects. "I know you better already! You sleep with your sword and you have cat ears, that's more than I know about half of my dates!"

Cellbit winces at the mention of his ears, but he manages to huff out a quiet laugh. He even feels himself smile, though it hurts bad enough for him to force it away after a moment.

"Okay," he breathes, and he looks up to meet Roier's (his own?) eyes. "So... it's fine?"

"What the fuck do you think I've been saying, pendejo?" Roier exclaims. He reaches across the table and lightly taps Cellbit on the forehead between his top set of eyes. "I know my body isn't deaf, so start listening."

He sits again, continuing speaking before Cellbit can say anything:

"I don't know you, and that's fine. You don't know me, and that's fine. You threatened my son yesterday, and that's fine. I'll threaten your son to make it even."

"Hey!" Cellbit protests.

Roier ignores him and keeps talking. "We're stuck on this island, Cellbit. We aren't allowed to leave. If we try, Osito Bimbo shoots us. So that gives us plenty of time to get to know each other."

Cellbit's eyes widen in alarm. "We're what?"

He thinks he remembers somebody mentioning that to him and the others yesterday, but there was so much going on that he didn't really register it. Prison, again? At least it's open-air this time...

Roier shrugs his concerns off with a literal wave of the hand. "So see? It's fine. We'll figure each other out, and then we'll kiss and have sex and stuff. Right?"

"Um," Cellbit stammers, the tips of his ears going red. "Maybe just the kissing part."

"Sure, sure. Point is..." Roier stands out of his chair and leans across the table, reaching down and pulling Cellbit's hands out of his lap. He holds them and looks Cellbit in the eyes and gravely asks, "...Cellbit, will you be my soulmate?"

Cellbit rolls his eyes and gently pulls his hands away. "I don't think I get a choice."

"Aw, come on! You're no fun," Roier pouts.

"There, that's a third thing you know about me."

"Shut up, what the fuck?"

And as the argument continues, the weight in Cellbit's heart slowly starts to lift. Just a little, because it's just the beginning, but maybe... maybe having a soulmate won't be that bad, after all.

-_-_-_-

A/N:

Thank you so much for reading! Please reblog maaaaaaaybe with a comment or a tag and tell me what you think! Or send an ask, I'm fine with anything!

figured this would be the perfect place to ask:

is pac and mike's mind link actually canon or a popular fanon based on how they used to stream (switching between each other's povs)? like has either of them actually called it or referred to it specifically as "a mind link"?

(and if they have, if you / tazercraft viewers could provide any links to clips where they do, that would be greatly appreciated!!)

No, it's not canon - you're correct in assuming it's based on how they streamed on the same channel, since they'd talk in a discord call rather than via in-game VC (and they actually always had each other muted in-game so the sound wouldn't double) so they'd be able to talk at long distances, and stream viewers would still hear both of them talking even if they were only seeing one person's in-game POV while the other was off doing something else.

To my knowledge they haven't referenced anything in the vein of "mental link" onscreen, it's just a popular fanon interpretation of how these long-distance conversations work in-universe.

However! Fun additional fact: A couple days ago they did imply they shared a soul! Pac signed a contract with one of the bunny workers without really thinking about it, and then afterwards he messaged Mike "I sold our soul to a silly bunny, he was a dear" and Mike replied "YOU SOLD OUR SOUL???" (clip). So that's a fun onscreen tidbit in a similar vein, even if the mental link itself is just fanon

MOTHER SPORE

Part I

I know it's almost new year but I don't care, it's Halloween again people (this part was supposed to be posed in October but things happen)

Once again thank you @xmaruu11 not only for being the co-writer of the comic but also for doing the flat colors

Desertduo Vigilante AU Masterpost

Welcome to the Vigilante AU Masterpost, every single post that is important to the story will be found here.

Remember, if I don’t answer one question immediately, there’s a high chance it will be explained in the future, or it was already explain in comics or asks.

Feel free to ask anything !

Fanarts, Cosplays, Edits and Fanfics are VERY welcome, tag me on them or send me the link.

COMIC PARTS

Part 0 // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 / 4.5 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Valentines Special 1 / 2 / 3 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Mother Spore 1 /

ASKS / QNA

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he is so very special to me !!! the video version of this w the audio is on my tiktok : @/satellitesignal !!!

jimmy made it out of the burning dark. the canary made it out of the burning dark. the canary made it out of the coal mine. the BURNING (coal) DARK (mine). i am unwell i am in love i am sick i am godly

Jimmy's luck

This was supposed to be just quick sketch comic but i blacked out and boom! Lol

Quotes were taken from the streams! Jimmys perspective

Glad Pac gave as good as he got during the flag event

guess who randomly decided to re do their final two months away from the deadline

Fitpac x Scott Pilgrim, or Pacs Seven Evil Exes

So Fit and Pac are starting to have a thing. It's slow as qsmp canon, but since there are not many horrors things are ok.

Mike decided to do something about this, and founds Pacs Seven Evil Exes, to protect Pac from Fit.

It's a complete mess. Only three are actually his exes, and one relationship lasted literal 30 seconds. There's two romance-repulsed aroaces. Tubbo decided to join to represent the morning crew. Pacs lesbian bestie also joined, for some reason. Pac piranhagem partner also decided to join. No one knows how Mike convinced Etoiles to join. One of them stabbed Pac in the knee and it had to be amputated. And someone may or may not be a cryptid.

Pac when a man is a walking red flag: 😍🥰☺️😘🤭🫣.