#banditborn

[howlkissed]

Spin the wheel, who did I get? Bandit! 🐺🥩🥃🌕 @banditborn

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[of-elitiism]

Adrianna and Bandit sharing a bit of a quiet moment before going back to their busy lives u.u

@banditborn

[driftingjazzbard]

@banditborn from this

"Worried. How could I not be? Even Red seems to be twitchy and she's normally totally unflappable." She hugged the man a little more tightly than normal, as if she could hold off whatever was coming by willpower alone.

"Not to mention I feel pretty powerless. I can't do anything for you all."

[demon-slayer-kaiden]

"Good Morning Love~

Did you sleep well?"

@banditborn

{ Surprise, surprise (No one is surprised) I was late for a valentine's day artwork. But hey I was only late by a day! Improvement! }

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

@banditborn

{i can't really full send this edit, as i know i wouldn't be able to draw in ya boi's scars lmao-- but, since i had a lil more fun with things~... thought i may as well post it hehe--}

[muraenide]

Plotted Starter with @banditborn

In the heart of England, a city named Glastonbury, there is a shady bar located in an inconspicuous corner of its quietest district. Jade —or perhaps known as Jacques now— finally arrives one evening. He gets off the city bus and observes its enigmatic air that is ostensibly different from its surrounding neighbours. Jade wears a long coat and a beanie, black boots, and leather gloves. It's to partially block out the shrewd winds in these parts of England, but also to obscure his face as a form of safety measure. He hadn't been thrust into anything quite like this before, but getting out of France, away from his human Father and brothers, had been a sound idea lest his predictions were inaccurate and they'd sooner realize that this was not the real Jacques Sorrentino.

The bar is filled with a myriad of distinctive scents. Although he could no longer change back into his merman form, it appears that he hasn't been robbed of the qualities of being born a creature of the deep. Moray eels were born with terrible eyesight but their sense of smell makes up for the lack of their sight. From one supernatural creature to the next, he could identify more than three-quarters of the bar's inhabitants.

It seems I'm not too out of place then, Jade thinks. He fishes something out of his suitcase - a folder with a few documents on the biographies of renowned people. He scans the room for familiar faces, sweeping raindrops off his forehead when he finds none. He sighs and takes a seat at the bar, hoping the bartender can provide him with a little bit of information about this place.

When the bartender turns Jade's eyes widen. He recognizes the man as one of the potential leads he has on his papers, but if only for a brief second he looks mildly surprised, another gesture of tucking wet strands behind his ears restores his face to its usual pensive smile. "The weather seems atrocious as of late. Mayhaps I could have you recommend something warm, Mr Bartender?"

[lured-into-wonderland]

“Thank you for your cooperation, Officer. Yes, of course I understand you’re after a criminal, but I have seen no-one here.” – he can hear the snippets of her conversation with the police officer – “I truly apologize but this house in a diplomatic premise and I am not authorized to let you enter.” – he cannot hear the officer; only Nunnally speaking – “Yes, indeed, I am planning to be here for some more time before the car comes to pick me up. I will happily let you in if I am provided the proof legal consent. I wish I could help more.”

Her voice is relatively confident, but it’s obvious, she is concerned. The situation lasts for a few more moments, but no more words can be heard until the young woman returns to the living room.

It’s obvious she’s scared, but is trying not to show it. 

“There… He’s gone. I’ve told you…I’ve told you they will not be able enter…they’ll probably be back though… It’ll take them some time to get the permission to enter…” – she breaths deeply – “You’re…you’re going to keep your promise, right? You’re not going to hurt me…”

“…I can still help you out of here…” – though she’s not sure if it’s working in her favour. Suddenly, she shivers. She’s pretty much defenseless. Though if he hurts (kills) her, he might have more problems than simply letting her live. 

plotted starter with @banditborn

[witchpetal]

The sun was far on its way down so the moon could take its place in the crisp Autumn sky. A scent of jasmine filled the shop, the candle having been burning for an hour, and the owner completely transfixed by her work. A book of questionable origins and a mortar and pestle sat on the desk, the elf's form looming over them until the wind chime by the door sounded as it opened. Mimi pushed her dark hair behind a pointed ear to sweep it out of her eyes, looking up from the desk with a frown, as if annoyed to be disturbed. But when she recognised who had just come in, her expression quickly changed to a much softer one. " Bandit .. ! You're just the person I need right now. "

She shuffled across the room, hooking her arms around one of his and looking up at him with a flutter of her lashes. " I need some of your blood."

@banditborn ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

[howlkissed]

Who is not invited for dinner?

Whoever doesn’t use her drink coasters or take their shoes off before entering ‼️😤 @banditborn

[of-elitiism]

this man turned up and decided to disrupt everybody's lives and we just allowed that

@banditborn

[driftingjazzbard]

@banditborn from this

"Sounds perfectly normal to me."

"Normally I'm all for a good party. Just don't feel quite up for it this year." She goes to embrace him, and more specifically settle in the big werewolf's arms. "Maybe I'm just tired or something. But being with you is a great deal more comfortable than being a lot of other places."

[demon-slayer-kaiden]

No thoughts, just them being cute ❤️

@banditborn

Bonus sketch: Jealous Aki

[burlesque-grin]

🐾{ @banditborn -jump scares you with a surprise starter- }🐾

Oh dear, it looked a lot like rain… And while a light shower wouldn't be much of a bother if it was still nice and sunny out, evening was approaching soon. And the last thing Cheshire wanted was to be stuck out in the rain whilst trying to find a place for the night. However, maybe a touch of luck would be his favor…

Spotting a pub tucked away in one of the backstreets he'd been wandering, the cat soon waltzed his way inside. A touch surprised to find it quite empty, but at the same time, a touch thankful for that… Given the strong scent of canines that hit him upon stepping inside. But aside from a flick of his ears, he didn't let a reaction to the scent show. Instead turning his attention to the gruff looking man manning the bar, and offering a charming sort of smile.

"Evening~, I hope that I haven't stopped in while you're getting ready to close up for today?" Half phrasing his words as a question, the feline went ahead with claiming a seat at the bar. "It looks like rain, you see, so~… I was hoping to hide out from the weather for a while, if you'd be so kind as to allow this stray a seat." He chuckled a little with that, and though perhaps his presence carried the impression of drinking… It wasn't an implication said outright. After all, it wasn't like the cat presently had any money on him.

[multlfarlous]

           came upon a man ( @banditborn )

. ———— αρραяιχιση

       — ✘⚉  She sighed into the cool night air, yet nothing but smoke escaped her as she looked on at the night street before glancing to the stranger in the area but the man seemed to have an unlit cigarette - perhaps he was too lost in thought to even spark it.

               ⦓ do you need a light there friend? ⦔

[witchpetal]

The deep lavender-coloured beads that hung on the arch between the main shop front and the owner's personal corner trembled with energy as if a breeze was blowing through the small building. On the round table in this room sat a black dahlia flower, deep crimson petals circling the pistil perfectly and beautifully. Beside the flower lay a small blackbird, dead, though not a trace of blood on its still-warm body. Mi'yuun was kneeling by the low-sitting table, amber eyes gaining a glossy hue as her palms hovered above her objects of choice. A few focused, commanding whispers of a long-forgotten language passed her lips, the life physically and visibly draining from the flower.. as the bird's body twitched, wings shuddering. After a few moments, the dahlia lay withered, and the bird stood, shook its head out, and began to peck underneath one of its wings. Mimi took a deep breath, satisfied with her success. A child's pet bird... Hardly worth the time of day, under normal circumstances.. but she owed the child's father a favour.

Her index finger smoothed over the blackbird's velvet head, the elf making a popping sound through her teeth.

" Waste of a lovely flower... Try not to die again. I don't think your owner can afford me. "

@auroryxborealis

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[moristes]

@banditborn SAID :     "You sure you wanna go down this road, buddy?" He crushed the beer can in his hand. Usually he stuck to whiskey but with his flask thoroughly drained, he had to go with what was cheap and easy to get while on the road. One could say his night hadn't been the best so his mood wasn't the best either. Yet the air had immediately grown tense when he had met another carnivore outside the shop. The old wolf had not planned to throw hands outside some grocery store in the middle of the night over a fucking can of beer, yet he wouldn't turn his back in things turned south     // for Vadim!

          VADIM MEETS THE OTHER MAN’S GAZE,     DARK EYES DARK & STEADY, UNBLINKING; THE CRUSHED CAN IS A SYMBOL OF FRUSTRATION, ( SO HE ASSUMES ) BUT IT BARELY REGISTERS TO HIM AS OPPOSED TO THE UNSPOKEN CHALLENGE, NOW HANGING IN THE AIR BETWEEN THEM. The old wolf / beast in him recognizes the rise of tension, THE CALL TO FIGHT & though he has no desire to fight, the instincts remain, ready to be called upon at a moment’s notice.     HE DOESN’T SPEAK AT FIRST, THE WORDS FEEL HEAVY ON HIS TONGUE, CAUGHT BETWEEN HIS MIND & THE NEED TO KEEP THE SITUATION FROM ESCALATING.     WHAT IS HE TO DO?

          HE’S NOT ONE TO THROW WORDS INTO THE FIRE JUST TO WATCH IT BURN. Instead, Vadim lifts his head just ever so, his gaze alone enough to convey a warning.     HIS BREATH IS SLOW, CONTROLLED, a subtle exhale let out through his nose as he steps forward, just enough to close some of the space between them. HIS DARK EYES NARROW, & WITH A DELIBERATE / ALMOST GENTLE MOVEMENTS, VADIM RAISES A HAND     — not a threat, but a calm, deliberate gesture, & when the moment stretches too long, he finally forces the words, though they come out rough, almost hoarse from lack of use,     ❛❛     DON’T,     ❜❜     is all he says, not finding the need to say anything more, ( he hopes )

VADIM HOLDS THE OTHER’S GAZE A MOMENT LONGER BEFORE TURNING SLIGHTLY, NOT LEAVING YET, BUT SHOWING THAT HE ISN’T LOOKING FOR A FIGHT. BUT IF ONE COMES TO HIM, HE WON’T WALK AWAY