#battleborn deande

[bootlegdemon]

Deande

[effyneprin]

Battleborn commission

[technolilly]

Feel like pure shit just want her back (Alani, Beatrix, Deande)

[battle-shitpost]

deande: You’re unusually quiet today.

rath: No one plans murder out loud.

-mod G

[battlebornmemehq]

Where it all began.

[mentalmars]

Battleborn SHiFT Code for Deande's Gold Skin:

 ZKK33-FT59R-KCK3S-XCR33-B56HB

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[bornt-urnge]

Battleborn + Out-Of-Context DnD (2/3)

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[battleborn-imagines]

Imagine This:

From having kept so many records during her time working for Rendain, Deande almost has to keep a list (check list, to-do list) to feel comfortable, in anything she does. Even when she's killing things, she keeps a list in her head of what kind of race it was, how many, and even what technique she used to dispatch them. Mellka and Whiskey both have had to physically drag her away from her work, just so she can try to get a mental break.

[iamabananaoo]

Jennerit Holiday at the End of the World

Well! I wasn't sure if I would be participating in this year's Battleborn Day art contest. The theme was 'Holiday at the End of the World' and I got the idea (with spouse assistance) to put the pale pasty vampy Jennerit girls, Ambra, Deande, and Beatrix, sun-tanning under one of Ambra's Sunspots. (What does Beatrix even have to tan?) And then, because I couldn't help myself, I put the rest of the Jennerit. Attikus in the sand, Rath swimming laps, and Caldarius in the air. And then because I was crazy, I decided that Deande invited Whiskey to hang with them. And then, just because I love him, I decided that Whiskey might invite Mike. But Mike and Whiskey don't actually know if he's allowed to be there. So Mike is cloaked... (hint: you can see where he's seated by his drink). The rest of them obviously know he's there. Are they not saying anything because they're being nice to the poor dumb clones? Or because they're jerks and they think it's hilarious? I figured that a Jennerit party needed cocktails. They seem like they don't party without cocktails (look at Caldy's tiny cup!). Picture completed in May of 2019 Media: Gouache and ink on paper.

[tomiyeee]

fav girls + fav skins + fav taunts

[captainchaosartworks]

Battleborn’s Deande. About halfway through this I wasn’t sure if it looked good, but now I’m pretty satisfied.

[charbax]

SURPRISE i write for something other than paladins

inspired by left’s drawing of deande/mellka at the beach

(tagging @leftcircle and @time-traveling-cellist :>)

It was rare for Deande to let down her guard - Mellka would know. Even away from the Empire, being its spymistress was a 24/7 job with almost no vacation days, and her days off were mostly ‘infiltrating/sorting out paperwork/quashing Rendain’s loyalist forces’ days. So Mellka decided it was high time to give Deande a proper day off. She didn’t mention anything other than saying the location being a surprise, but Deande seemed to be positive to the idea.

‘Ooooh, surprises! I love surprises. Usually I’m the one giving them and that’s why I love them, but I’ll make an exception for you Mellka.’ Deande had replied, and true to her word, when they met later that week, at a landing pad a fair bit away from the city of Tempest, Deande was there with a luggage bag in hand.

“So you’re taking me on a day out...on board Nova.” Deande said, amusement in her voice.

Ok, Deande usually stays on Nova when faction ambassador meetings lasted for more than a few hours so it counted as a workplace of sorts, but Mellka waved it away. “Forget that. Didja bring your swimsuit?”

Deande shook her luggage case. “Sarong and sandals accounted for. Although I don’t know why you would suggest bringing them aboard. Nova doesn’t have an indoor swimming pool, water reservoir disregarding.”

“Just wait and see.” Mellka took her hand in her own non-freaky one and guided her up the ramp. Deande raised her brow, but kept any other commentary to herself as they walked through the familiar hallways leading to the simulation dome.

When they were at the door, Deande decided to break her silence with an approving ‘Ah’. “Good idea. Nothing like a good fight workout to let off a little steam. Thank you for that Mellka. And no, I’m not being sarcastic, I really do need it. The swimwear really threw me off, so points to you.”

“It’s not a fight date – buuuut remind me to schedule one another time – just, go change in the lockeroom.”

Deande obliged Mellka and entered the locker room to the side. As she slipped into her swimwear, she was already thinking of her busy week ahead at the back of her mind; there was some rumours to chase up about a possible protest by the loyalists, and she really couldn’t skip lunch with Ghalt again like last week, was it possible to push back the council meeting to another day instead? That might mess up with Rath’s and Ambra’s own timetables, plus, she wanted to discuss a new precept for the Jennerit Imperium, she just had no idea where to start. Oh, and she also wanted to organise a proper union with Attikus concerning the Thralls’ newfound rights, and that would probably take a few good weeks to run by the council and be made official-

She still had beginnings of the paperwork as she stepped out of the room, dressed in a sarong and bikini but still very much in work mode, before she noticed the simulation room, and all thoughts of work flew out of her head.

Before her, sand wide and invitingly pale. Beyond that was the ocean, stretching as far as the eye can see, a rich deep blue that tantalised Deande with its depth. And standing in front of her, dressed in her own swim top and boxers, was Mellka, holding a cooler, and smile as bright as the sun shining overhead.

(a little voice at the back of her head said that the ‘sun’ was just the overhead lights of the simulation room. She told the voice to sod off and let her enjoy this)

“Surprise!” Mellka announced, smile wide on her face. “It’s not as good as a proper beach on, let’s say Ekkunar, but hey, it’s the best I could do in a short time.”

“How-?”

“Long story short, I had to kiss Kleese’s ass to get him to reprogram the room settings.” Mellka’s smile turned slightly strained. Deande couldn’t help but snort at it.

“Yes she did!” Nova chimed in overhead. “She had to listen to him for several minutes about his past accomplishments and current ‘great’ qualities. It was very entertaining for me.”

“Thanks for the input, Nova.” Mellka said through gritted teeth.

There was a giggle, then silence, presumably from Nova leaving the immediate presence of the room (because she was, afterall, the ship’s AI, and that can’t really be turned off during intimates dates with one’s girlfriend, aaand that went in a slightly horrifying direction in Deande’s mind so she stopped thinking about it). Mellka’s smile returned to its former brilliance and extended her hand. “So wanna drink beer and talk s@#$ about Kleese for a little while?”

Deande took Mellka’s hand with a smile of her own. “I would love to.”

[battle-shitpost]

Behold a meme

Mod D

[battlebornmemehq]

“Oh boy, I sure can’t wait to darken the last star in the galaxy! Varelsi will surely spare my people! I can’t see anything go wrong with this plan!” - Lothar Rendain, 13 minutes before stabbing Empress Lenore. 

[horrorqueencosplay]

Day 1 of #nycc let's go!!! #cosplay #battleborn #battleborncosplay #deande https://www.instagram.com/p/BohAdSGHZc_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7yf63a2ab39p

[battleborn-imagines]

Finally took at least one of the Jennerit that has lore to unlock that has to deal with Rendain back through The Heliophage. Unlocking Deande's voice lore was soooo worth the headache I got afterwards. May go for Rath's 'Rendain-centered" lore next.