#drgnstrke

[justabasicbitchx]

"Ich habe mir immer gedacht, wenn ich Drogen nehme, dann können sie ruhig meinen Körper ficken, dann sollen sie mit mir machen, was sie wollen. Denn ich hasse meinen Körper, der ist so fett und hässlich und unförmig und sowieso habe ich es nicht besser verdient. Doch in den Momenten, wenn die Drogen aufhören zu wirken, merke ich, dass die Leute auch meine Seele ficken. Das tut weh, nein, mehr noch, das zerstört, ohne zu zerstören, man bleibt übrig und weiß, dass man kaputt ist, unheilbar, und dass man damit leben muss ..."

Seelenficker ♡

[tcnaciious-a-blog]

@drgnstrke liked for a starter (x)

          “Man, you must really be proud of your tattoo to be showin’ it off like that. Not that I’m tryin’ to pick or anythin’. I really like it,” she mentioned. “Yours got any particular meanin’ or do ya just really like dragons?”

[revclverheld]

beep

SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE. || accepting

A heartbreaking text 

[Text: Archer]: I know I’ll never be enough for you. Me, being the one I am. Simple weird farm guy, outlaw, vigilante. Alcoholic. Dunno why I’m even still alive yet, guess Death wants to play some sick games with me.

I probably have deserved that.

But you know... sometimes I still think about how life would be if I was someone else, the one you deserve to have, me being lucky to be able to be with you.

It’s pretty nice, inside my head.

[dropthebeat]

@drgnstrke​ || sc

      the dj skates by the area looking for a place to relax for a minute -- music playing softly on his speakers -- and he stops by another man, making sure to ask before he sits down.

      ❝ you mind if i sit with you? and -- man, i gotta say that’s a sick tattoo! que legal! ❞

[guldheart-blog1]

$ butt text me dotter

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

- accepting !!

TO: HANZO

FROM: BRIGITTE

[txt] (VIDEO UPLOAD)

[txt] oh gosh

[txt] i am so sry !!! that wasnt meant for u

[txt]  /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\ feel free 2 ignore it have a nice day hanzo!

[wiitchoftime]

[ lit ]

acts of dominance || accepting

      you’d like nothing more than to take the edge off and have a good smoke – unfortunately for you it seems your lighter is useless as you place joint between lips, thumb striking lighter but continuously get nothing but sparks. you just end up tossing it to the ground with a frown on your face – you can easily steal another one later but for now you’re stuck with a sour mood and no release. up until the man offers a light like a saving grace. you take a much needed inhale then release as it’s lit and smile at him, holding the joint between fingers toward him.

DAMARA: ありがとうございました。DAMARA: あなたは共有したいですか？

[encoeurs]

@drgnstrke

      “Don’t worry, you’re fine now.” Gently, he pries the young child from around his waist with a soft sigh, patting his head gently and ushering him forward toward the expectant parents a short way off. He brushes off the thanks he’s immediately given, shaking his head with a small, hesitant smile. He says ‘anyone else would’ve done the same’, but looking around at the people rushing by, he’s not sure they would have. After all, the rest of the people that couple had come along with had ignored both women’s cries for help in retrieving their son. Only Akira, ushering others along ahead of the shambling masses, had so much as considered going back.             He doesn’t regret it, but he’s certainly tired from it, pausing against a lamppost as more people run by, eager to escape to places they believe are ‘safe’. In truth, he’s not sure that can really apply to any place in the city at the moment, though some are certainly more suited for surviving the current crisis than others. He can only hope more people aren’t injured before the night is through, though he knows even that is a vain hope.            His eyes fall on someone nearby, aloof and detached, watching a couple of people talk about getting someplace safely. The expression on his face is judgmental, and Akira presses his lips tightly together before straightening, hands in pockets and expression neutral. He doesn’t intend to be unpleasant, but his voice still has a slightly sardonic bite to it as he addresses the other man. He’s really not a fan of people who just look down on others without needing to, even if he doesn’t know the circumstances as to why. 

          “...are you going to tell them what’s wrong with their plan, or just stare disapprovingly until they leave?”

[unchangedmagister-blog]

@drgnstrke

When it came to fighting the undead, many would run in the complete opposite direction. Yet Dorian would have gladly taken to the battlefield to subdue a hoard of walking skeletons on any given day. The dried out, old bones lit up so easily when he sparked his flames. Not to mention the use of spirits and the dead to do one’s bidding was fascinating. There was once a time he would have given half a toe to visit the Motalitasi’s Grand Necropolis. Oh, to be young and naive, bewitched by the allure of necromancy! Now he’d seen far too many corpses and could, frankly, have gone without a repeat of that pleasure for some time.

He could see but one solution to it all: drink himself into a stupor.

Much to his chagrin, the bar was nearly deserted. Did no one else desire to drown their sorrows in drink and questionable company? Loath as he was to admit one without the other was as unsatisfying as Vivienne and the lack of a witty comeback, he supposed he’d have to settle. Sauntering to the bar, it only took him a moment to realize that no one was there to serve him and he wasted no time in helping himself to a bottle of red. The familiar sound of the cork slipping free was enough to make him breath a sigh of sweet relief, the trickle of the wine into his glass music to his ears.