#dramatic ass bitch

[freyaswolf]

[spicy-apple-pie]

I’m sorry but I equally love and hate when Damian is wearing this kinda mask

Like you’re not hiding anything babe. You’re wearing the equivalent of dramatic eyeliner. Why are you even wearing a mask at this point??

[little-red-fool]

I have this bug in my game where if I go back to look at something I’ve already killed, it stands up, flails around then drops to the floor and resumes being dead, but I just killed Raphael, walked out of the foyer and came back, and he was standing up and just dropped to the floor so I like to imagine that he did actually survive and saw the party coming back and decided to play dead.

[bootytron]

Lestat definitely just dramatically collapses on the floor and is like 'LOUIS... MY SWEET LOUIS... HOW YOU TORTURE ME WITH YOUR CRUELTY!' and Louis is like 'all I said is we are not getting leopard print couches.'

[piosplayhouse]

Now realizing how binghecore the reputation album is tho.... who's going to draw him in this fit

[lyss-sketchbox]

if wrio is a husky does that mean he yells rlly loud?

Yeah this is him right here

[silverraes]

charmander really out here reaching movie villain levels of dramatic

[aotomegane]

Omg, I kid you not this shit is literally the first thing I see when I looked up 19 days for the new chapter

WTF??? 😂😂😂😂

[marsafter-dark]

“Let’s defy density, together” I SEE YOU 🤨

[jaimeski]

rb to drop an anvil on his fucking head

[bryverros]

i used to mock zuko for suddenly becoming sick after betraying his largest belief and look at me now. i have a lot of descriptions but let me just say

i am NOT batman the brave and the bold

[a-stone-in-flight]

ik our hearts are all breaking but can we take a second to appreciate the way he fuCKING CREATED YGGDRASIL?!?!?!? what a power move bruh.

[aceymetrical]

Girl.

Girl, your tamagotchi is dying.

[bisexual-ashe]

elizabeth caledonia ashe is rotting my brain

[romanxdrake]

  sleepness nights and sleepless days, pill bottles hidden in the glove box, skin marred with scars both old and new, deafening silence, crossing the yellow crime scene tape, another pot of coffee for another long night, the fallen son, missing persons fliers, a dog without a muzzle that bites and bites and bites.

❝ I'm not a hero. I don't do good, it's not in me. ❞

supply list: rope, duct tape and zip ties, pain pills and benzos, a few guns that definitely aren't in his name. the guy travels light and packs like a serial killer i don't know what to tell you.

Gender & Pronouns: Cis Male & He/Him Sexuality: Questioning Birthplace: Las Vegas Room #: Apt. 303 Years at the Wexley: 0

roman was raised in the city of sin by a family that seemed to take the name a little too literally: drugs. jail. gangs. violence. there wasn’t much in the criminal underground that the drakes didn’t have their fingers in. the second youngest of six kids, roman was expected to do his part in the family business just as those before him had–but even as a kid roman had his doubts about the lifestyle; growing disoriented as family members came and went to county, their criminal records growing longer every year. he was twenty-three when he finally had enough of the bullshit. roman had known for a long time that his family weren’t good people, it just never occurred to him that he had the option to break the pattern.

becoming a cop hadn’t been his first idea, but at the time it was the biggest fuck you he could think of to send to his family. roman became more or less dead to the drakes, ex-communicated the moment he stepped foot into the police academy. he tried a few awkward attempts at reaching out to his sisters, but he never really knew birdie and mauve was busy trying to make a life of her own. eventually he took a page from mauve’s book, moving to california and starting a life of his own. marriage was hard, and having a kid on the way only made things harder. he took his job at cold cases seriously and made the wrong priorities in life; there are only so many long nights you can spend alone before you go looking for someone to fill the space left by an absent spouse. roman and delilah had been on the verge of ending things for a while, but the events that happened the night june was born ensured their relationship was over.

roman doesn’t remember the night in its entirety–only coming home to see his wife and a stranger in the midst of an argument, then flashes of a golf club swinging at him. when roman awoke in the hospital several days later he was terrified to learn just how much he’d lost in the attack: his marriage, his hearing, and quite possibly his daughter, who was now fighting for her life in the icu after being born months too early. the official report was attempted murder-suicide, a jealous lover who wanted to kill the woman who’d ended their affair. roman was devastated, knowing that he’d drove delilah away from him and nearly put her and their daughter into an early grave. they'd tried counseling. couples, individual, ptsd. fucking art therapy for a month--because he owed her that much. in the end they agreed there was no way to put the pieces of what they had back together. delilah would take june and go live with her parents, but roman could have shared custody if he promised not to get her hopes up of having a father in her life then ghosting. roman quit the force, went private. went dark. hurt people who hurt people, that kind of thing. he developed a reputation as someone willing to work outside the lines of the law and birdie was able to put him in contact with people who needed that kind of help.

he was in new york to meet with birdie and follow up on a new job when the city went into lockdown. he's taken up in an apartment on the lowest floor to keep an eye on things near the lobby, because he has a real bad feeling about how things are heading in the city.

Previous zombie experience: N/A

[gareis-archive]

me realizing that no matter how old mattie gets, he will refuse to ever turn someone :) even if they're dying in his arms!