#banditosona

[blurryfce300]

some artfight refs i did on flights this week (salem and 10-5)

[pilotstreets]

i'm not gonna lie, if i was a citizen of dema i don't think i'd ever escape. i'd probably have no clue banditos even exist. i would be bopping around my all gray room to scaled and icy like "man, i wish there was a color that went with red and orange. too bad i've never seen it in dema. anyway, no chances slaps. im sure there's no deeper meaning to it." and i'd meet up with my friends and chat about "did you SEE that guy on good day dema? with the pink hair? wasn't he sooo cute? omg and the guy on drums? what a MAN!" then all of the sudden the bishops are dead and body control is real and the guy on good day dema led a rebellion that ended society as i knew it. and i still don't know what a bandito is.

[lidrens]

6 (haha) and 10!

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

YOUUUUUU you know well that these exist and it's always the same little feature that gets carried over.

I drew all three (!) characters that look somewhat alike, despite not being related and belonging to very different verses.

The feature in question is a scar on the cheek (as well as hair and a markings on hands).

OCs here are in the chronological order of their creation. It all started with the demaverse. The first OC is a redesigned thrice over banditosona, the second - Tris, the third - a vampire hunter. Not only all of them have the signature scar, their stories somewhat parallel each other, following the narrative of recovery from things impossible to recover from, vicious cycles, finding yourself after losing everything that made you - you, and most importantly, being allowed to try again as many times as there is.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

...Kajo. Started as a Hollow Knight character, a bug infested with void, they quickly became their own thing and got themself a more or less humanoid version.

They are a corpse being reanimated by a primordial force that does its best to imitate bodily functions to pretend to be living. They can phase through walls and objects, and extend their limbs, as well as detach them (they will move on their own) The Thing style. Their body is a patchwork of whatever the void deems suitable to mimic life.

I love them. They are very friendly, even if horribly blunt.

[nimabandito]

022 03MOON 09

The days have started to become long again, and flowers have risen from their snowy graves. Their yellow blooms always bring a smile to my face, because their return lets me know that spring is upon us. I no longer travel alone, like I had for the past few years. I share my heart with the sweetest man ever, who I am forever grateful to have met. The dark has been a lot quieter, which is a nice change of pace. Every now and then, its whispers tease me, but I've learned to blot it out as I've gotten older. It's taken lots of practice and time to get to this point, and I'm happy for all the people in my life that have been able to help me get to this point of self sufficiency. Live on, and may the light warm your path.

[patronsaintsofnothing]

made myself some personas lmao

[neonthema]

meet the past

[mulbery-street]

ғrιendly ғιre, нoneѕтy lιar

My bishop oc, Nima, trainee of Listo, and Blurryface of my Banditosona, Sam. A collab piece between @5929ms and myself, sketch done by him and lines and color done by myself

[runningformylife-rebel-red]

Had a dream, saw a whale and stars.

I dont know what that means.

[lidrens]

i shant name names but this person has been having a field day on my abandoned banditosona blog and im honestly living for it. there are so many buried memories they dont even know. a.

[nimabandito]

020 11MOON 23

The cold months are here again, and every day the sun spends less time awake, the moon gazing upon us all during these cold months. Her single, white eye stares at me as I stare at her, unable to rest, both physically and mentally. I spent most of the summer months wandering around Trench, trying hard as I might to avoid the Bishops and any other trainees that were out searching for those they deemed in need of Dema. With the snow and dead land around me now, stopping in Dema doesn't sound like that bad of an idea at this point. I'm tired, yet I know I must keep going, not only for those I love but for myself. Going to Dema is giving up, letting numbness consume me, letting the vultures have their claim earlier than they should, and I can't do that. I'm too stubborn. So here I lay, unable to sleep, cursing the moon and the stars and the sky because there's nothing left to curse other than death itself.

- Nima

[lokimilf]

my Banditosona, ella because its me lol

[neonthema]

scars.jpg

[iwontfall-inlovewithfalling]

can u tell us some things about veandi? (like backstories/hcs?)

It's been a hot minute since I've talked about Veandi bear with me hcvhvnn

Okay

So theyre basically my self insert/banditosona only before they were a bandito they were being trained to be a bishop.

Something very,,, bad happened to them to reveal their potential for being a bishop; so bad it made them forget who they were before, when they were just a citizen in Listo's district.

And for a good span of time they didn't speak at all while they were isolated from other people.

But even as a bishop intern they sucked at their job lol. Too oblivious to sneak around and way too invested in any social interaction they were given instead of actually getting information from ppl.

Eventually they ran into a friend from their past @yourlocalpostermaker which helped them start to regain a sense of self. Fortunately for the friend but unfortunately for Veandi, the friend managed to escape with the banditos.

They weren't alone for very long though bc they ran into a stranger @nxnhodie and instead of reporting, they decided to risk helping in the hopes that maybe they could also leave DEMA with this new friend.

And the rest beyond that has kinda been touched on in Ve's journal entries!

[mulbery-street]

A drawing of my friend @5929ms 's Banditosona, L 🌻

[runningformylife-rebel-red]

you remember now what you have done?

[gloriousgoner]

4.

There are very few days in The City where we are not allowed out of our residence buildings. And very few reasons as well. When the Vultures give a warning call it is for one of two reasons. The first being there are intruders in The City and it is a danger to leave the safety of our apartments. The second being the weather. Dema requires all its citizens to work in most conditions, snow, rain, fog, all except for what The Bishops call the unnatural light. It is overcast practically every day in Dema but for perhaps a total of fifteen days in a cycle, the unnatural light will come out and flick it’s disgraceful gaze upon The City. I’ve never seen the light, only the shadows that it casts and the memories of its rays on occasion. We are taught that to be touched by the unnatural light is worthy of being Smeared, so I have only been afraid of it.

The Bishop warned us that raiders will break into The City to take people and force them into the light. They say these Bandits have harvested the unnatural light and carry it on sticks. They say the unnatural light is will burn you, in contrast to the cool comfort of the Neon’s glow.

Today I am unsure for which reason the alarm was sounded for us to close our shutters and lock them tightly and to make sure we didn’t look out. Days like these are spent in silence. We don’t go to work, we go to meals in a small dining hall in our buildings at scheduled times. “A day for reflection.” is what The Bishops always called it. We are supposed to pour over our Vialism codes and mantras and study them. But I am writing again instead.

The City is unnervingly quiet on days like these. I almost wish I could finally rest and let my mind settle into the quiet. I know that won’t happen. My mind has been increasingly conflicted remembering Nills sharp gaze. On one hand I fight against turning myself into him but on the other I fear what he would do to me if he found out. Nills is cruel and strict. He finds enjoyment in punishing those who defy him. Those are few and far between, but I’ll never forget the day he caught a resident sneaking out of their building. All that remained the next moon was the blood streaked in the street, bloody drag marks that lead into one of the doors the people of Dema aren’t allowed in. There are strange noises coming from those doors. Nills takes to the color red.

Writing is my only solace. It is cathartic to get my thoughts out of my head and onto paper. I know I cannot be the only one awake in Dema. The man smeared at last Worship was. My curiosity grows each day, even with the threat of being smeared looming over me if anyone were to find out, I cannot help but notice everything in Dema in great detail. My mind has been so starved for thought for so long it catches onto every small instance that peaks my interest.

Yesterday I was assigned to the kitchen to prepare food for meal times. The people of Dema get different jobs every week. I’ve been assigned to kitchen before but I had never experience the sense of wonderment in creating something with my bare hands before now. We were preparing simple morning meals, and I could barely keep the smile off of my face from the joy of taking pride in making something from nothing. I don’t remember ever feeling joy. I’m not sure how I know what that emotion is. But I do know it is dangerous. You don’t smile in Dema. Emotion is not needed. All we need is Vialism. I must be very careful not to let my newfound emotions show. I need to keep them to myself and nurture them. I will stand quietly and continue to watch and learn.

‘till the bitter end.

-Goner