#bandit’s words

[banditblvd]

comrade bandit blvd this is a plea for help can you please draw the PD if they were in amongus 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

What possessed you to ask me this

Genuinely this ask sent me into a fucking laughing fit for a solid 15 minutes, what made you think of this anon

I speedran this abysmal idea like my life depended on it, this is so funny to me for no reason

[banditblvd]

Dude how did you know this is how I (a little fella) traverse the outside world on a day-to-day basis

WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK ME ME ME ME ME ME

[banditblvd]

MUMBOS LITTLE BEEPY NOISES ARE SO CUTE :(((

[je-lurk]

RIP Donnie, you were loved

[raccoon-coded]

HAPPY RACCOON APPRECIATION DAY! 🦝

[banditblvd]

Yeah that adds up

i made a quiz: what does your soul smell like? (friendship/ relationship compatibility in the results!)

[empyreansentinel]

cant think about nisha watching hyperion take over her friends bodies for too long or i want to explode. wilhelms change from the way he is in TPS and BL2 happens VERY quickly. by the time they raid new haven you can tell he's lost most of himself just by his voice. and then he (unofficially) gets poisoned by jack and set up as bait for the vault hunters. a god-killer made expendable. and nisha will never know 'just' timothy, if she was even allowed to know his name or true self in the first place. his entire livelihood is to pretend to be someone else and, if need be, die in his place. and then he just disappears one day without a word, completely cuts contact. and thats if she sees him at all after the elpis job is done. i dont think she ever considered claptrap her friend but that doesnt mean shes blind to how worthless his entire product line was to jack. this is someone who did an equal amount of work for hyperion that she did who still gets shot and ditched somewhere out in the tundra after years of mockery. going into his brain and seeing his emotions first hand didnt even pull an ounce of empathy. its not even just her friends. felicity was their saving grace and they (they! nisha took part in this.) cannibalized her programming for the next generation of loaders. gladstone and the rest of the hyperion staff were obviously innocent and are murdered anyways off of impulse. and she thinks its funny. of course she thinks its funny. its probably fucking hilarious for her but girl!! snap out of it!!

[ro-sham-no]

God is a complex carb. A poem by me.

[aparticularbandit]

I like that this era and the set of three games that ends the era ends with Vax and Keyleth.

But I'm not sure that I like that a campaign meant to be about Bell's Hells ends with them.

I don't know if that makes sense - and I know it doesn't matter if I like it or not because it's for them and they share it with us!

I just.

Hm.

[banditblvd]

Duuude……..

[cocochaca]

He just wanted to watch the cricket...

[banditblvd]

i was able to wrestle my apple pencil into submission

anyways this is what ghostknife seems like to me so far :] what is Up with those guys they Cannot stop being homoerotic at each other

GLISTKNIFE

THAYS THEM! THATS IT! YOU GOT IT!

Just a couple of tragic boy likers… what is wrong with them..

I love you for this cow /p we’re holding hands now

[banditblvd]

GUYS CALL OFF THE MOURNING I CALLED IT I WAS RIGHT

MY FAITH IN WAFFLE DUO KEPT ME GOING

what have you DONE.

I actually really hope it’s a short-live skin, because wow gray strands, BUT NOT THE WAFFLE BRO???? IT’S NOT WORTH IT AT ALL???? WAFFLE HAS A BIG MEANING???????? on the fcking grian’s b-day, I’m done—

[vanosslirious]

Yumi: Why are you so jumpy?! *chasing SMii7y*

*SMii7y hits Yumi*

Yumi: You're a bitch.

SMii7y: Nah.

[thatpagalchokri]

am i the only person who hated radhe?! like, he was way too stubborn?! tamanna wasn't right either but radhe wasn't good jitna sab bol rahe

[musical-chan]

Father of Time Chapter 78: When Gods Cry

It made Link nervous when he heard about the deities dying. While he knew his dad almost perished when the mask broke, that felt different from knowing there were monsters that could kill them. Sure, some of the things he had fought in the past had been really difficult but he had just been a mortal kid; surely nothing like that would test a deity in the same way. 

Well, except maybe Majora. 

When even Enma, sarcastic and off-putting on the best of days, had real pain in zir voice, he decided to give his family some space.  What could he even say to them that would have any meaning at all?  So he wandered off to look around the hot springs, enjoy how clear it was up here above the storm.  The air was frigid and thin this high up but the view was amazing, just like atop Nayru's Mountain.  It was peaceful and beautiful in its own, austere way.  Link picked his way carefully around damp, icy stones, not really going anywhere in particular, following a feeling he couldn't name.  

The plain behind the spring was a different matter entirely.  It hadn't been touched by anything but the elements in many hundreds of years but told a tale of an ancient battle that was waged and nearly lost. Where there should be mountain peaks were chunks of rock and slag. Pockmarked surfaces were half filled with ice and snow, half empty holes that whistled with the winds in a deeply mournful song.  For the first time in his life, Link found music that he didn't enjoy, that caused him pain to hear.  This was an ancient song, trapped in a place of horror, a cry of pain and sacrifice and loss that tore at his heart with claws that had also left their mark on Hebra's face.

A deity had died here.

(Read the rest on AO3!)

Look, I promise this chapter isn't as sad as the title makes it sound.