I Hope Madagio Spies More On Pac Now That Pac Knows Its Fits Boss.

I hope Madagio spies more on Pac now that Pac knows it’s Fit’s boss.

Just the humor of Pac seeing a cat and immediately starting beef and screaming at it to leave his boyfriend alone. (Bonus point if someone else is there that has no context why Pac hates this cat so much)

y'all be safe bc there's some heavy stuff being shared about wilbur from an ex from 2019 rn. could definitely potentially be triggering if you get caught off guard about it. while it's important to share and be talked about it's also important that you take care of your mental health because i mean it when i say it's. a Lot

I AM TRULY BUILT DIFFERENT TONIGHT.

I don't draw for months and come back with something genuinely pleasing to myself. Let's. Fucking. Go.

My phone is now Death Family themed with Phil as my home screen and Chayanne and Tallulah as my lock. Very happy about it :D

Too fucking real dear lord lmao

these two months of 2024 have been five years respectively

Especially depending on the price tiers they could even just contribute some of the scuffed screenshots that we know exist lmao

Tallulah and Chayanne share a ton with Phil all the time lmao

I'd pay just to see those depending on the price

listen. hear me out. a qsmp patreon with concept arts.. i know theres enough of us on here crazy about concept arts it could work to help with funding. please.

Imagine you're Bagi

Imagine you know this man, he lives across the river.

You've known him to be nothing but kind when he offers you advice, help and items. You see him be praised as an amazing father confidently taking care of 2 eggs, never asking or needing help to keep them fed.

His house is comforting and he always keeps his doors open to your and your friends antics.

Then suddenly you're confronted with his suffering, seeing his body split apart and a substance that looks like the void itself pouring from him, he doesn't mention it. Moves like it's not even there, there's no fear in his eyes.

But his kids look at you with tears prickling at the corners of theirs, begging for help or something.

Then, then you hear them argue, this man you've known by nothing but laughter and warmth and kindness and smiles sounds broken as he apologizes to his daughter, who you know loves him, for yelling at her.

You can't even imagine the sound of his voice yelling.

There's silence for a bit and suddenly those kids return. Scratched, bruised, tear stained faces staring at you looking guilty for even attempting to find someone to talk to.

And they tell you a lot, they're confused themselves about most of it.

They tell you how this man who you've only seen hug raised his sword at them with a purpose, tell you how the man who's voice rings with laughter spat venom at them through words he decided to lace with poison.

Tell you they've been haunted and hunted for so long that they don't even bother saying a time frame.

And you stare at these 2 kids, and the currently empty home of the man across the river who's been Nothing but joy and kindness and warmth and comfort and you wonder.

How long has he been suffering under it all