#tr badboyhalo

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Well... Wanting to kiss your friend out of adrenaline rush if only they were with you rings a bell bbh? /j

[milenalovememe]

*insert typical Landduo interaction here*

[starscollide0]

GIVE ME BACK THE DRESSSSS

[embracedfire]

Dueling Gods

[geckocs]

Bad talks a big talk on the realm about seeing his friends as food, but when he was ACTUALLY trapped on an island with Foolish…

One of them was eating people and it wasn’t bad…

[seatail-mc]

the difference between tr!Tina and tr!Pili talking about landduo lore is so funny to me

like, from what I gather on tumblr, Pili keeps trying to get Bad to talk about what he is / here he comes from, to figure out what his deal is

and then here comes Tina, straight out the gate calling Bad "your deathliness" and referring to Bad and Foolish as "immortal" and "gods"

just now Tina told Pili he should ask Bad to the ball, quote:

Tina: "It's a match made in hell!"

Pili: "Are you saying you think I'm from hell?"

Tina: "No! But Bad is, isn't he? So it makes sense!"

Pili: "Is he?"

Tina: "Yeah, I assumed so! Maybe that's a bad assumption to make..."

like, Tina just knows what's going on already and doesn't even try to hide it lmao

I havent seen a lot of Pili or Bad streams recently, so im just going off of what I read on here, but I thought it was funny

[mushyroomyducks]

Realm bbh :D

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extremely high quality meme

[switchhalo98]

[foolichones]

out of routine

a/n: hello! this literally might just be a one time occurrence and i might disappear right after this (because writer's block is something that i am attached to) but i need to put out this fic somewhere . also listened to "the true meaning of loyalty" from the house of the dragon s1 soundtrack the whole time so there's that ...

summary: bad finally steps out of line for the first time in a millennia, disrupting the dance he and foolish have been doing since the beginning of time. it's such a shame someone they loved was involved, isn't it?

wc: 2k

It’s the fear in her voice that ticked him off after they entered her room. Then the deflecting.  

Hell, the whole time they were having their conversation on that cursed camel ride, an itch on the back of his head was whispering that something was wrong. But thousands of years of existence caused him to turn away from the poking. It was fine, he told himself. Being around her was like this. Being around humans was always like this, with their fragility and limits. 

Then the sound of Bad’s familiar and unwelcomed footsteps turned that itch into a rash, covering his skin with blood red warning signs. Talking to him didn’t even settle concerns–how did he already know that she was in a fragile state? Before him, who was supposed to be her confidant, her leader? The one who gave her her last life? 

“Ros and I have a scheduled appointment.” This personification of death murmurs, his voice sharpening the blade of his reaper. The king’s eyes narrow in return, his arms crossing. 

“I just know whatever that means, it can’t be good.” 

The hooded figure doesn’t deny it, but shrugs, and Foolish can’t even question anything further when he hears his architect’s boots clicking against the hollow wood, purple hair flowing out of her helmet like a tired waterfall. Her words of nonsense are mumbled into incoherent sounds as if to soothe the redness of caution inflaming the king’s blood.  

“What's going on? What is this?” He interrupts her, her scared silence meeting his own. He was grasping for ideas, for final straws, when he asked with disbelief, “are you joining Green?” 

“No!” Ros denies breathily, her usual fire back in her tone. “No, I'd never do that.”

The totem scoffs quietly and squints. Something is still off. “And what’s this appointment? Bad says you have a ‘scheduled appointment.’” 

“Yeah, it’s like a therapy appointment… um, I have to talk to him, about, um, something,” She stutters and looks to Bad. “And it’s going to be fine, I just wanted…” Ros’s hair slips from her helmet when she looks down, clutching her spear close to her heart, like a knight surrendering. “If that’s okay with you.” 

“Yeah, you can talk with him. It's fine. I mean, just be careful with this guy. Whatever advice or whatever he has to say might not be good…” Foolish says, tone etched with years of practice with this dealer of despair. 

He’s only met with silence from the both of them. He’s about to speak, but Bad’s soft murmur interrupts him, asking Ros if she wants to put her stuff in a chest with a hesitance that he never has. That only makes Foolish tilt his head. 

“For our walk? Yeah, sure!” Ros says with her usual glee, but that only sends this immortal king over the tipping point and into a panic that he hasn’t felt since his last life. 

“Wait. Wait. Hold up, timeout!” He follows the both of them out into the hallway, a breeze flowing through the castle’s entrance, swaying the banners and ruffling his dark hair. “I don't know if I like this idea of no armor!” 

Ros is having none of it, completely ignoring his pleas, and Bad–curse him–is not questioning this either, like this is a regular day and Ros is acting like her usual self. The totem of life turns to this immortal figure that he’s danced with for so many years, feeling a change of pace in their shared steps, but it becomes a fleeting feeling when violet rushes past the both of them and down the palace steps in breath. He just shakes his head at his dance partner, disappointed, but for what? 

Bad asks if Foolish wants to come with them on their walk as they trail after Ros, long strides matching her fast pace, and every single thing is doused in the scarlet of alarm bells. Sight, sound, and feeling is overwhelmed by confusion and anxiety, and it’s worse when Ros mentions talking to Lukey of all people with no idea where he is. For the love of everything, he thinks, irritated with the lack of information, someone tell me– 

Aimsey's voice, laced with worry and the clicking of sculk sounds, worms into his head. It makes him flinch. Did you talk? 

He stops in his tracks, gravel hard under his feet. The glint of the scar underneath one of his emerald eyes glints when he looks off to the side, setting sun kissing the old mark on his gold skin. Yeah, he replies. 

Not good? 

He moves forward, whispers of a warden’s cry following in his footsteps. Decent, he tells them, but now Bad is here. Bad and Ros stop underneath a tree near the marking line that indicates the separation between death’s land and his own, their voices far away from the one inside his head.     

Yeah. I'm worried, comes Aimsey’s response.  

The king tsks, sharp fang poking out of his mouth. Something fishy is happening.  

He can feel their ink coated presence wrapping around his brain, as if seeing through his eyes. I’ll stay hidden. 

“Why do you want to talk to Lukey?” Bad questions, his voice interrupting the totem’s thoughts. 

“I don’t.” Ros responds. 

That causes Foolish to reel back, finally snapping into the present with a nervous laugh, hands in front of him like he’s trying to placate a startled animal. “What? Okay, what is happening?”

Ros’s wide, violet eyes meet her king’s, and she says, “Okay, Foolish, don’t tell anyone.” Already, he feels falsity embracing the cadence of her voice. “But, I was going to organize a surprise picnic and I wanted everyone to be there! As a gift to the realm, you know, and make everyone happy and I feel like Lukey… Obviously, I killed Lukey and that was a terrible thing and I should have never done it. I think, maybe, it will be a good thing to apologize.” 

Even without the warden-imbued voice accompanying his thoughts, decreeing the lie, he would have known it for himself. His Ros wouldn’t back down on her initial kills or set up one particular thing to please someone for the other faction. No, this wasn’t his Ros. No. 

“Ros, this sounds like the time you were lying to me about joining Green.” He tells her, shaking his head. His cloak doesn’t shield him from the incoming night’s breeze and the unease crawling up his body or her wistful eyes. 

She doesn’t deny it, and the only sound that takes the place of her response is Bad opening his coat with gentle, slow hands and pulling out a crossbow, nimble fingers entering sharpened arrows. Of course, the grim reaper of the realm is taking the time to fidget with his prized choice of violence at a time like this. 

“Maybe it would be good if you did join Green,” Bad speaks, blowing off invisible dust off the tip of his sparkling arrow. “We could set aside our appointment today and you could join.” 

Foolish swivels his head to Bad, another laugh escaping his throat. Confusion is bleeding into the slightest bit of terror when he questions, for the umpteenth time, “Could someone please just tell me what this appointment is?” 

The night casts her shadow over the three of them now, stars peeking over her favorite’s shoulder as he cocks the crossbow into a position to fire while the sun’s treasure shifts on his feet, a wave of familiarity going through him when the weapon is being aimed at him. This he knows. This is in line with the dance that he and Bad have been following for a millennia, not whatever has been happening in the past few moments. 

It’s falling into place, now, right? Bad is adhering to the steps, making an extravagant gesture by placing a chair for Foolish to sit on so he can be battered to death, just to come back, and Ros is upset and detached because she knows what Bad is about to do but can’t tell him. This is normal. These actions are what makes the invisible rash of warning decorating Foolish’s skin die down, hushing the fire that’s been eating at him. 

Or is that what he’s telling himself? 

“Are you about to kill me with that crossbow?” The king asks with a smile, but Bad barely looks at him when he replies with a straightforward no. 

Then, the smile wipes itself from his face when, instead of facing him with the firearm, this angel of death turns to Ros and fires. 

It’s like time slows.

The first thing the king could possibly do for his favored architect was jump in front of the arrows aiming for her heart so they could embed into his own, hoping that the life that he gave her not so long ago doesn’t slip between both their fingers at the hand of their kingdom’s worst enemy. 

“Wait, wait, wait, no, Ros!” Foolish says, arms grazed with the cuts of diamond arrows, his crown in disarray and horror multiplied by the tenfold in his green eyes. “Timeout! No! What is happening?!” 

Ros’s small hand is wrapped around her king’s bicep, pulling him back from the path of injury, but he’s used that to shove her behind his tall frame, trying to do the same. He holds a hand up to Bad’s crossbow, shoving the front so it’s aiming down to the path below them, careful so it wouldn’t hit Ros again. 

Her blood is seeping through his fingers, the arrows jutting from her shoulders causing the maroon, warm liquid to pour down her armor in rivers. No. 

“Timeout, Bad!” The totem calls, and it feels like he’s Ros’s life in his hands. “What are you trying to do?!” 

“I’m trying to kill Ros, Foolish!” Bad replies, a grin on his face. Foolish pushes back when Ros tries to escape his arms, and she successfully does it when his grip loosens at Bad’s reply. But his smirk… It’s the one he gets when he’s enjoying the kill, yet it’s… smaller than before. Regretful, only by the tiniest bit. 

That regret is shadowed when Foolish pulls Ros back by her wrist, desperately trying to shield her. Her eyes are down, and for the first time, she doesn’t want to make eye contact with him. What is this death wish? 

He grips her shoulders, not caring of the slickness that’s already flown down to her torso, covering her hair. He’s shaking her, watching the blood seep further, just to get her to face him fully. To show that fire that she had for him when she first dedicated herself to the kingdom, not this… horrible variation of it that wanted to go to the realm where he couldn’t reach her. “Did you make some kind of deal, Ros? Did you–” 

Ros’s wet armor causes her to easily slip out of his grasp, this moment now going too fast, hollow eyes not meeting him when Bad doesn’t even give her time to speak, asking, “Is there anything you have to say to Foolish, Ros?” 

Ros is in front of her king, like she was made to be there, protecting him when all he wants is the opposite. She’s not the immortal here, playing with the time that she has to waste, she has one life, a life that can’t be spared for some game– 

“No, I don’t.” 

“No? Okay.” 

With the pull of the bow string and the click of the trigger, she’s gone, into death’s arms, her blood still trailing between the totem’s fingers.

It's then that causes Foolish to look into Bad’s downcast eyes, realizing that they were finally not on the same page anymore. That he’s been dancing a different routine this whole time and Bad just manipulated him into thinking that they were still partners. 

Of course the price of this knowledge was only getting rid of someone that they both cared about. Of course.  

[prismpanic]

Pangi fanart ig?

for @anonymous-dentist !

No reason U just got me into Pangi!

I tried to include as much as possible, outdid myself ngl!

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The question of "is tr!bad manipulating tr!ros" is very interesting because it can be summed up in what do you call "manipulation".

E.g are your friends manipulating you when they try to prevent you from going back with your ex? Or when they encourage you to pursue a goal they think would benefit you? And is that manipulation if they try to show you why something you did is bad in their eyes? Or if they push you in what they think is the right way for you? Where do you draw the line between advice and manipulation?

On one side, tr!Bad did encourage tr!Ros to kill and/or let the violent part of herself out more. And yes, he emphasised her insecurities, trying to make her think about how The Kingdom has been treating her. That can legitimately be seen as tr!Bad trying to manipulate tr!Ros.

On the other side, even without tr!Bad's intervention, she would've still have a violent side in her (as everyone does I believe). She did feel underappreciated and believe herself less worthy than other Kingdom's member. Her insecurities and her will to change things were really her own from the start.

!Bad lived for so long and had his heart broken so many times that he reached the conclusion that he should now do his own thing, rely on himslef only and keep everyone at arm's reach. When facing an unhappy tr!Ros who only see value through other's eyes, he jumps to the conclusion that what she needs is what worked for him: find self value and self happiness regardless of what others want. So that is what he tells her when she came to him for advice, to get motivation from herself. And all tr!Bad said was "what do YOU want".

Ofc, tr!Bad has his own agenda that we don't know much of yet, but after tr!Ros vague answer that she wants to protect the Kingdom and make everyone happy, tr!Bad just encourage her in that way.

And then, you have tr!Aimsey and Kingdom's members. They see tr!Ros who appeared calm getting more and more into combat training, trap building and revenge scheme. They don't understand why she still crave validation when they do their best to make her feel appreciated and that she belongs. So they try to make her realise that the path she's taking isn't what they consider the right one, that the feeling she has may be just that, a feeling with no evidence to support it.

So, who is manipulating tr!Ros here? Is tr!Bad the villain for validating her feelings and pushing her to be more self centered? Is tr!Aimsey and the Kindgom's members bad for trying to talk her out of a way they think dangerous?

My answer would be that none of them are actively manipulative. Each have their own view on life, friendship, loyalty and happiness. Each genuinely give the best advice they can with the biaised view they have. And it's up to tr!Ros to decide who she wants to listen to.

[milenalovememe]

Historians said they were good friend.

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cutie pie owo

[reyalsnoil]

I know that it has previously been said that because of tr!sneeg's thirst for power, the corruption is getting worse, since skulk grows due to xp, but has anyone talked about how other characters store xp.

If xp affects tr!sneeg and tr!aimsey physically bc the xp is being absorbed by the sculk, then it is safe to assume that other characters are storing xp as well? The obvious choice imo is in bottles, as that is what is done in game, but that is also boring. I think it could be interesting that most store it in things that are important or lore pertinent to them, such ad tr!sneeg and tr!aimsey store xp in sculk. Assume from here forward I'm talking about tr!characters. Ros would store in butterflies, as they are sometimes depicted with butterfly wings, Philk with axe, bc chop, and also they wouldn't do it in something that could die, due to his reputation of being undying and to some people immortal. In a similar vein, foolish would do it in his crown, due to it not having a lifespan, and being a king is do integral to his character, and the plot as a whole, whilst bbh would have it in his great-axe, due to killing for chaos and out of boredom is a big part of his character. This also creates a sort of dichotomy between them, as one stores it in a symbol of loyalty, another in a symbol of violence. I love the idea of this headcannon, but I'm limited by povs, so if anyone else has any ideas, feel free to mention them

[geckocs]

Shh… he’s sleeping…