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V3 for.... bandit + adrianna please?

kiss meme - accepting!

knowing their dynamic, this is funny and awkward as heck @banditborn

#[ visage - adrianna ] #[ my art ] #my art #banditborn #howlkissed

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People confessing to Adrianna like ‘please destroy me, mommy’ but then shit like this exists too and she’s just—

#[ vibes - Adrianna ] #NOT SFW #[ this is still valid btw ]

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“Valentines Day” Kiss Drawing Prompt, free for anyone to use. 

#[ rp meme ] #[ specify muse please ] #[ art meme ] #[ feeling like drawin shippy shit so send me your muses and a number and imma have fun with it ]

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They grow up too fast ... @thewanderingchika

#banditborn #thewanderingchika #;; other's art #fanart #[ omfg this is amazing ] #[ adri over here be clutching her chest too because feeeeeweeeings ]

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send 👀 for a dirty thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours.

if you can’t see the emoji, send “dirty thoughts~”!

#[ rp meme ] #not sfw #[ specify muse please ]

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marcus smiling is precious ok

#[ reblog ] #[ he smiles :> ]

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𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 (a collection of prompts from text posts I saved. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)

"I beg your fucking pardon?"

"Due to personal reasons, I'm evil now."

"Actually all of my systems are nervous."

"You used to be shy, now you're a whore."

"I'm attracted to men but at what cost?"

"My wife can stab me a little bit I don't care."

"Babygirl there is something obviously wrong with your brain."

"I'm going to defeat you with the power of friendship, and this gun I found."

"Debates are stupid because why would I want to sit down and argue with someone blatantly dumber than me."

"Due to personal reasons, I will be going completely off the fucking rails."

"I'm a nice person but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people."

"Those are bold words for someone in stabbing range."

"Sorry I called you a fucking idiot, I was trying to flirt."

"I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I'm actually angrier.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you over my internal monologue."

"Sure I'm a little stupid, but that's like 80% of my charm!"

"Fuck therapy I'm becoming a knight."

"Hey, girl. Plagued by terrifying visions?"

"There's something deeply and fundamentally wrong with you. Can we kiss?"

"I may not be beautiful, but at least I know a lot of useless information."

"Conversations are a lot like teeth, you can only have so many."

"I hate when people ask me to explain my thought process. Like hell if I know."

"Well, well, well, if this isn't the feelings I've been trying to avoid."

"With all due respect, which is none."

"You call it a near-death experience, I call it a vibe check from God."

"If a demon tried to possess me I'd just be like: ok take it from here, good luck man."

#[ rp meme ] #[ specify muse please ]

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someone, anyone, please, let her ruin you

#[ visage - adrianna ] #[ toxic love vibes ] #[ reblog ]

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the whole squad together

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When the lady finally came into view, the young wolf was left a little shaken in his own muddy boots. There's no denying he was fully expecting to see an old and crocked woman slithering through a cracked door like a monster from fairytales. So when a fairly young and put together one came out and ever so gently invited him inside her home without even knowing his name, Achim was left dumbfounded. Round eyes blinked several times and his mouth hung open and her words only registered several moments later.

"...Y-Yeah, sure, th-thank...you?" unsure he came forth, awkwardly leaving the backpack he was carrying outside, at the door along with his muddied boots. He was still dirty and messy from his travel, but at the very least he wouldn't be leaving nasty footprints on her carpet. Achim vehemently tried not to touch anything as to not disturb the peace of his quaint little home ( also, it was uncanny how much it reminded him of his childhood home ). But when he heard the sound of pouring water he immediately broke out of his caution and swallowed dryly his thirst. Nonetheless, he drank it urgently within a couple of gulps and then rubbed the last drops of water against his chapped lips with the back of his hand.

"Can i have another one?" he asked without filtering his words. "S-sorry, it's just--- i couldn't find water since yesterday," slightly he pursed his lips as he held his empty glass out, unsure of his actions.

"I haven't slept well either," he continued, his yellow eyes subtly trying to scan his surroundings a bit. "These woods... There's something off about them, they must've messed with my brain or somethin'. Cuz i'm not sure i actually got to the right place," turning, it was her turn to be observed by that keen gaze. "You're--- kinda young to be who i'm lookin' for. And your house is--- too nice to be a witch's house."

The witch knew of his approach and still she opted to stay lounging on the couch, reading through one of her ancestor's grimoires to gather ideas for a new this or that. Something... she felt something tugging at her but she was unable to fathom just what it was. Idly she monitored the soul that dared to venture deeper than the normal forest - something that was safer than the territory he had entered. The Deep Woods, the heart of this vast forest was almost half a swamp in places. Past what could be considered the normal outskirts became something worse, where beasts of a different variety tended to live.

At first she wondered if this soul was lost but no, the path was straight and direct. As if they knew where to go. Perhaps they had passed through the town outside these woods - where the residents knew of her legend best of all and had signs of warning up for where the witch dwelled? Either way, this one did their research.

It would seem her time lounging by the fireplace was up. Setting aside the book she stood up and wandered to the door, only to hear... him? Him. Possibly a him. venturing around the cabin. Sadly, the windows were scarce. Two large ones at the front, the only other was over at the kitchen. Thankfully the cabin was easy to venture around, given it sat flat upon the grass within the clearing. There was just enough space for him to squeeze past the garden on the left side to circle around - and by the time he reached the front once more she was standing there.

"Congratulations on surviving thus far." She greeted, though whether that was a veiled threat or not was up to him to interpret. Eyes blacker than the night itself flickered over his form - reading his energy. Not human, not really. Something else. Familiar. What was that? Curious, curious... Squinting at the stranger a moment she then turned, inviting him to enter her small home. An open layout, kitchen to the right and living room to the left. Her bed was higher, upon a loft that was more like a nook. Simple, quaint.

"I've never heard someone interpret my name so literally. As you can see, I'm quite alive." Mortem mused as a smile formed. The fact he knew her name prior to coming here was... interesting. Something to note as she fetched him a pitcher of water and glass and set them down upon the counter for him to make use of. "Well then, tell me what you desire, lovely?"

#[ voice - achim ] #cursedfortune #[ he's confused and suspicious please handle with care xD ]

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the whole squad together

#[ visage - terry ] #[ visage - adrianna ] #[ visage - isaac ] #[ visage - achim ] #[ visage - marcus ] #[ also me convincing myself i don't suffer from same face syndrome ] #my art #[ my art ]

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tense family moments

#[ reblog ] #[ old art im browsing through lol ]

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𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences here were taken from different media about possessive love, the thrill of the chase, banter, and competition regarding one's affection. Some have foul language so please beware but most are fun, banter, possessive fun. All of these are made for roleplay purposes. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

I love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me.

I spend a quarter of every day inside you. 

I have never said this to anyone before.

But the idea of you with child is the most insanely arousing thing I’ve ever imagined.

Your belly all swollen, your breasts heavy, the funny little way you would walk … I would worship you. I would take care of your every need. And everyone would know that I’d made you that way, that you belonged to me.

You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.

We can't possess one another.

Just because I can't have you right now, doesn't mean I'm okay with him having you.

I will be good to you, Myst. Please, I promise.

You are mine. And I protect what’s mine.

Of course I won't go alone. I shall take my maid.

No.You will take me.

The purpose of a knight is to protect. Why won’t you let him do his job to me?

I want you all to myself.

I can’t explain to you the joy I feel knowing it’s all mine. That you are all mine, that your body is all mine.

There is something in me that wakes up when I want something, a possession.

God knows he deserved you more than I do. 

Listen well, for you belong to me.

Good grief, you’re such an adorably greedy person.

And when you fall in love with her  just keep in mind that she’s mine. 

 She’s more than you could handle, anyway.

That almost sounds like a challenge.

I don’t need your permission to do anything.

Your hands will touch me and no one else, Meadow. That is final.

You chase off every man that’s ever been interested, and you do it without even trying.

You reject every suitor and yet, you keep entertaining me. I believe you want me too, and you are dying to be touched.

I don't own you, you just belong to me.

You’re my gold, your cunt is my liquid gold. 

I will have your mouth, you will give it to me. Then I will have your spirit, Circe. I will own it. Always.

By the gods you have never been more beautiful than you are right now, spread before me, wrapped in my wool.

Once I take you, you are mine. My woman. No other man can have you.

I do not belong to you, or to anyone else. I will talk to whomever I want, whenever I want.

Not if it’s some ass who thinks he can put his hands on you.

You didn’t have a problem with me acting like a caveman last night.

When it comes to you… I don’t like to share.

Most men prefer to do the eating.

Do you know what passion is?

Most people think it only means desire. Arousal. Wild abandon. But that’s not all. The word derives from the Latin. It means suffering. Submission. Pain and pleasure, Nikki. Passion.

You’re wearing my colors, love.

I’m going to put you on your knees, Ruby. You’re going to hate how much you love it.

He is my king, he is my warrior, he is my husband and I am proud to say above all… he is mine.

You have rare beauty the like I have never seen but you will be more beautiful heavy with my seed.

You are my golden queen. You are my tigress. You are my Circe. 

Never will I allow your gold to be taken from me. Never. Understand this, Circe, and never forget.

Maybe I fell in love with a version of him that didn't exist.

 I would have you right here if you would let me. Fear you? I exalt you. 

You could burn me a thousand times, and I would still want you for my own.

Everything has a price. The price, however, isn't always money.

You’re my scariest hell, You’re my perfect paradise.

Well, I admit my crib is pretty sweet. But a gold cage is still a cage, Harry.

I intend to the last. 

If I win, then you shall be mine. Tonight.

You are so sure of yourself.

The game is simple. The women run, the men chase. If you catch the one with your color. . .well, that’s up to you.

But women have been running all their lives, most men don’t catch that easily.

We are in a maze, lost, and your hand is up my skirt.

Aye, but I don’t hear any complaints. The maze will hide our secret.

#[ rp meme ] #[ specify muse please ]

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@cursedfortune

"Fuck...!" the swear word is grunted between gritted teeth as the young wolf miscalculated his step again and ended up ankle deep into a puddle. The past couple of days it rained on and off a lot and it was absolutely normal puddles to form and the ground to turn muddy. Usually Achim was fairly decent at keeping himself dry and clean when maneuvering through the forest grounds, but the last few days must've gotten to him harder than he initially predicted. The young wolf began feeling the exhaustion since morning after another night of mostly not sleeping because he was too alert to his surroundings. Because these woods were weird and unsettling, of course he's just be suspicious of every little falling leaf, rustling bush and snapping twig.

What's the worst though, was that he wasn't even sure if all this effort will be worth it in the end. Achim went out there mostly on a hunch, a few rumors and following directions told to him from an old guy with a crazy eye who lived in a barrel. So not the most credible foundation to his explorations. But, at the end of the day, there might be something to gain out of this whole experience and Achim was too stubborn to not see it go through to the end.

So call that wistful thinking because half a day later he'd finally come across something else other than trees, rocks and mud. An actual house hidden in the wilderness. Well, more like a cottage, but it was man-made and there was light flickering at the windows and smoke coming out the chimney. After a few moments of pumping himself up he went forth and gave a few solid knocks on the door. "...Hello? Hellooooo!" he called out, voice a little bit raspy from not hydrating himself well enough. "...Anyone theeere? I'm lookin' for someone! Helloooo!" going to a side, trying to peek inside the window. Leaving the porch he went around the house, still looking around unsure and also getting a little bit impatient.

"I'm lookin' for The Dead One! The spellcaster! I need help with somethin'!"

#[ voice - achim ] #cursedfortune

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He listened patiently, eye trailing off, staring unfocused at the room in front of him. His quarters were modest, but cozy and clean, with just enough room so he wouldn't feel suffocated. A stray thought crossed his mind, making him briefly wonder what kind of quarters she is calling him from. If, by chance, she was still at her office. Would be fitting considering how lightheartedly she admitted to her exhaustion.

"...I've seen wicked," he said with a small grunt as he left the comfort of his armchair to go to the kitchen. "...You, Rose, may be many things, but you are not wicked. At least not like i have known wicked to be. You simply do what you must, at any hour of the day or night," a sigh trailed off his words as he began stumbling with glasses and bottles from the fridge. The sensitive microphone surely picked on the distinct, gentle clinking of glass and ice, even with the distortion. After helping himself to a serving of alcohol, Marcus took a small sip and turned around to lean against the kitchen counter, glass of brandy in one hand and phone in the other.

"...Also, beloved?" he chuckled, amused. "...I think it's the first time i hear you use that word. I never knew you had a partner," there might be ever so subtle teasing in his tone as he remarked on what he supposed was an uncovered secret.

                                                       ━ ☽ ◯ ☾ ━ Who would've thought a name she had chosen offhandedly could sound so familiar. Mallow caught herself near sinking in the way he said it, despite how almost uncanny his voice sounded. The smile she wore just wouldn't fade away— and such was a pleasant feeling, something very rare nowadays. Especially with Orion so far away. Only occasionally answering her calls.

"I would argue the organisation runs itself to an extent. I have people to fall back on. So if there's someone who can't complain, it's me." The way in which she said it had a lighthearted tone to it, matching the same energy his chuckle had. The burden of leading an organisation as grand as The Legion was a heavy one. Oftentimes she felt as though she was Atlas, carrying the world.

Yet, she wanted to offer Hunter a listening ear as much he offered his. To her they were equal.

"There's no rest for the wicked, Hunter," she halfheartedly joked in an almost quiet voice. Her eyes strayed to observe herself in the mirror, the lines of exhaustion starkly evident. A fleeting thought came upon her. A certain shame for if they were to ever meet face-to-face. "I can't say I've gotten much rest lately. As soon my head hit the pillow, my beloved right-hand would be at my door. With problems only I can and should solve." Thus she took another sip of her rum.

#[ voice - marcus ] #carnivoroushowl

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"...Tired," she answered curtly, with very little hesitation, her smile faded and eyes returning to gaze at the still waters before them. It's not a word Adrianna used lightly, her form was, more or less, self sustainable, having no true for sustenance or rest of any kind. And yet, she felt it to her very core in a way that felt foreign and strange to the Fallen.

"I do appreciate you answering my invitation, though. Perhaps i should have led with that," her fingers glided against eachother, long index nail tracing the round bed nail of her thumb and vice versa. It was a peculiar display since Adrianna did not engage in this type of fidgeting usually. "Felicitations to the new mother, as well, bringing forth the next generation. Seems like you will not step down from your spiritual parental role anytime soon," there is a small amusement in her tone as she turned to glance rapidly at the old wolf. There seems to be a slight hint of hesitation and avoidance in her every gesture, which a familiar would know it is not how the Fallen usually carried herself.

"You know, when i first met you i would not have thought you would have become such a fatherly figure to so many young ones. You were much more intimidating back then~"

The moment he had gotten her message, he didn't bother texting back to ask her why she wanted to meet all of a sudden. She wouldn't have replied anyway, or simply told him to move his ass, that was just the kind of woman she was. So he had left the Varg shortly before sunrise, when the streets were completely empty and the birds were just about to wake up.

"How could I say no? You don't ask me out here often."

The usual way they met was by Adrianna walking it, taking a seat at her usual spot and waiting for Bandit to bring her the usual. Then he would sit with her and drag some answers out of her, that's how it usually went. So this was kind of refreshing and maybe a tad exciting.

"Yeah, everyone's fine. Moone had her pup' a couple of months ago. Curious, little rascal. You might wanna hide your good shoes from him though." He smirked at her when he had finally approached the woman, her usual scent immediately invading his nostrils, giving him a sense of familiarity.

--- " How about you? "

#[ voice - adrianna ] #banditborn

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Achim, are you ticklish?

"....Uhm, yea? A lil' bit, i guess?" thick brows arch confused and maybe even a little concerned.

#[ voice - achim ] #annonymous #[ he doesn't like this question ]