#unfortunatly

[casual-praxis]

Ooh the Green and Red art just gave me a thought, what are their interactions like, romantic or otherwise? They're the most cheerful of the group, so I bet they spend a lot of time kissing and cuddling 🥺❤️

Aaa I love thinking about the dynamics between everyone! I've been meaning to make a chart or something to keep all my thoughts together, but this'll do for now!

Green and Red definitely have the most overly affectional side of the relationship covered (though Shadow is a very close second), they display it in different ways, but the result is still the same.

Green shows that he cares by paying close attention to the others; always being available to talk to, keeping track of everyone's likes and dislikes, planning proactively to keep them safe, etc. This does put a lot of stress on him (but he pushes through because that's just how he is), and that's where Red comes in. Red is so much more in tune with emotions than any of the others - able to read subtle tells in movements, expressions, and vocal inflections, and knowing exactly how to react accordingly.

If Green starts to show signs of stress, then Red will linger around the ranch more, taking over some of Green's self-imposed responsibilities and offering an outlet to vent to (which is rare, but sometimes exchange requests are just a little too demanding). Green isn't really one for casual physical contact, but Red is an easy exception to that.

Often times Red just existing too close sets off that "he's so cute I'm going to die" reaction in Green, and Red is fully aware of this (he only occasionally exploits it to get what he wants). They spend a lot of their downtime cuddled up together, usually joined by one or more of the others eventually. Green likes to have his arms wrapped around Red to some extent, and Red likes to be held so it works out.

So far Green is the only one who hasn't made out with Red in the Desert specifically, but at this point, who knows how long that'll last for. It's only a matter of time lmao.

[thieves-never-say-die]

Oh noooooo now Neal’s keeping secrets from *everybody*

[lethalwizard]

“the author confirmed that ship isn’t real in canon etc etc etc” ok and in my beautiful mind they’re fucking absolutely nasty style

[nonbinary-morro]

help

[moonshadow-thoughts]

If you have friends, please answer these 3 questions:

1. Where did you go to find that friend (which place)?

2. What did you do that they became your friend? Which interaction lead to the friendship?

3. How did you know that you can trust them and they are not dangerous for you?

[theninjazebra]

sigh. i have a type and a style. maybe i do this for my mermaid thing? just soft colour and some people.

[owenscreeches]

one thing about me is that i would love to be restrained but I NEED TO HIT MY VAPE BRUH

[the-faultofdaedalus]

I don't get ads because I pay for ad free services specifically because I hate ads

i get ads on mobile youtube, and for some reason i get a LOT of milk ads. maybe its because of where i live but it's the same one and it's just generic.... "dairy is good. get dairy" ads.

[changeling-owo]

Sim

[likeanarrowinthedark]

Sometimes i remember i am alive. But i dont mean alive just because i am breathing, but because i am breathing, in my house, in my country, on the fucking rock that is the planet heart, in a universe, inside 1 of the many possible galaxies. And i feel kinda small not gonna lie.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[leafatlaw]

The absolute worst time i do whenever im really depressed/having an anxiety attack, is i go through ship tags and queue a bunch of posts on my sideblog

[boopjuice]

The girl grinned as she said this to her captor, waiting for the look of confusion or indigence. She had grown to love that look.

Her body may have been seventeen, but her mind and soul were hundreds of years older, fused with one of the oldest being in the multiverse. She had known many who had brushed her off as a child before she turned them to dust. The look of condescension becoming fear was simply delicious.

"I am bound to a being you cannot even fathom, with power so great it is fuelled by the negativity of a soul itself! And when I break these binds you had best believe that I will torture you until you BEG me to kill you!" Tanya giggled on her knees, arms held behind her as she pulled on the restraints, leaning towards her captor.

"And I won't! I'll just use you as my own personal stress ball!" Her giggles became a cackle became hysterics. Oh, how she would LOVE to watch this petty human scream. She was the first to ever catch Tanya like this, but the humans little taste of power would do nothing to stop her suffering.

"Yeah. Been there, done that, not honestly a fan." Tanya's fit began to slow as she glared at her captor with as much contempt as she could muster.

Her captor merely looked at her fingernails without a care in the universe. The endless white void that they were in served to accentuate her short, ginger hair, a sharp contrast to the green shirt she wore. The human girl was tall, and appeared to be somewhere around 26.

But what Tanya hated most was her disinterest. This little witch thought she was better than Tanya, Chosen of one of the primordial forces of the multiverse given life? Oh, she would show her just how wrong she was.

She would torture this human until she begged to die and past, until she was nothing but an empty shell with no hope and no positivity. Then she would present them to her creator, her GOD. He would be so happy with the sacrifice, she was certain. She just had to get free from these restraints.

"Really, now? Tell me, human-" Tanya didn't even get to finish her sentence before the human laughed, dry and humourless.

"Man, I though he wanted smart ones! No use in a stupid light, yeah?" She said, finally turning to face Tanya.

"Did you never notice that tug on your soul, or are you just that fucking stupid?" Tanya was stunned into silence at the audacity of this pathetic human.

"Nah, course you didn't notice. Otherwise you'd know he's sitting in a universe three quadrants away, keeping an ear out for when you call for help." Tanya's captor's eyes shifted for the briefest of moments, the blue irises becoming purple for half a blink.

"And where did you learn anything that would make you believe that?" Tanya spat. How dare she imply that her creator didn't trust her. She had been loyal from the start, more competent than his Generals even!

"I though I made that clear? We aren't human anymore," the captor said, leaning down so her nose barely brushed against Tanya's, allowing them both to see the other's eyes.

Tanya's held nothing but disgust and hate.

Her captor's held pity.

"Go ahead. Call them," her captor said. "We know you know you can't break our strings. We know you've already tried to siphon off some negativity to become stronger. Just do it. Call them."

Little did this witch know Tanya had called for backup the second she had been tied down. Tanya grinned as she saw the telltale sign of the Generals entering the empty void.

"So, brat, what did you need us to-" The first of them was grabbed with bright blue strings from the captor's eyes and whipped away from the portal. The other two didn't have time to run before the portal closed, and all three were quickly wrapped in bright blue cocoons.

"Long time no see, Killer! Tell me, how's life been? Still a psychopath?" The captor hadn't even moved in the altercation, simply turning their head to look at the three Generals, now hanging upside down in their cocoons suspended from nothing.

"Fuck off, Mia." So, Mia was her name? Tanya would enjoy ripping it from her mind as she was tortured.

"Now, now! There's a child present! You wouldn't want her to pick up on your bad habits, now, would you?" Mia admonished as she gestured towards Tanya.

"Me, A child?! Please, I'm older than all of you combined?" She exclaimed. Dust, slightly behind Killer, turned his head and shook it vigorously. What startled her most was the look of fear in his sockets.

"No, little one. You're older than all of THEM combined," Mia turned to face Tanya, "You are nowhere NEAR as old as us."

"We'll cut you a deal." Dust's voice came unexpectedly, gathering everyone's attention in the whole nothingness. Good. That gave Tanya a moment to call in the big guns.

"You let is go right here, right now. In exchange, we tell Boss you're here, and we leave. Everyone's happy." Dust bargained. Mia simply smiled.

"Why would I want that when he's on his way here now?"

Tanya had never seen a look of such pure terror on any of her victims before, let alone Killer, Dust, and Horror. The last turned in his cocoon to stare at her with his one lit socket

"You idiot. The whole point was to keep her AWAY from him!" And there was no time for Tanya to stop anything.

Nightmare walked into the nothing and froze.

Mia had him in a similar position to Tanya almost instantly with no more effort than she had subdued the Generals. The tentacle-like projections of negativity were all tied thoroughly to the floor, and Nightmare gritted his teeth as he looked up at Mia.

"Oh, Brother dearest! It's been so long!" Mia exclaimed. Tanya blinked. Brother? No, that couldn't be. She was the only one! He'd said so himself!

"Sister. It has indeed. Tell me, what are you doing with my protege?" Nightmare said, not daring to break eye contact. Tanya almost thought she saw fear on him.

"Just luring you here. After all, I still owe you." Mia pulled his soul from his body and gave it a quick hard squeeze. Nightmare began to scream, writhing in agony as Tanya screamed for Mia to stop. When she finally did, Nightmare collapsed to the floor, weak from pain.

"Stop! You don't know what you're doing! Let him go!" Tanya shrieked. Mia turned to her, dropping the soul from her hand and stepping over to her.

"My, Brother, you really have found yourself a loyal little dog, haven't you? Tell me, Tanya, did he ever tell you how he knew how to take your soul apart and put it back together? Did he ever explain to you where he learned the technique of soul-merging?" Tanya simply shook her head, too afraid her voice would crack if she tried to speak.

"He learned it from me." Mia smiled down at her prisoner, and Tanya began to understand the scope of her mistake as he soul was gently pulled from her chest.

"I know you and him are bonded in much the same way he and I are. I feel that same pull, his soul," Mia tapped a dark part of Tanya's soul, a piece that had used to belong to Nightmare before he so generously gave it to her, "trying to rip it's way out of you and go back to him." Mia dropped Tanya's soul, instead pulling out her own.

It was terrible, a mosaic of colors stitched together with blue strings and rainbow paint in the cracks trying to hold everything together. Among the myriad of colorful pieces, there were several dark ones just like the latches on Tanya's soul.

"He took me from the people caring for me. He used me as a negativity source for months until he realized he could do more. So he did. By the time he was done, my soul was misshapen and falling apart. It's a wonder I survived, and a mistake on our dear Brother's part that I did."

Mia stood to her full height, looking down on her prisoner.

"You told us that we didn't know war, but it is you who has never seen it. We have fought for ten long years, him trying to get me to join him and me trying to do what I will do now: enact the same pain he caused me.

"We have committed atrocities, destroyed so many universes in our fight that we have long since lost count. So tell me, little one, do I still not know war?"

"War? You do not yet know war. You are a child who has tasted their first autumn frost and called it winter."

[theweeweecreature]

[looooofa]

the king and the hoard

[bamsara]

I love when airports put kids art on the walls