#janeromero

[dbdlia]

[pucamonty]

I love deeby (second image courtesy of my pal @serk8ry)

[questionedturkey]

Reminder that these characters aren't white, feel free to color pick

[ask-trippy-neon-quentin]

Quentin: “It’s..not fun being surrounded by spooky ghosts...especially if they’re flashing with funky colors..”

(A little roster with mutuals ft. @winteryiceboy @underscore-gey and the jake in which my bf hasn’t told me yet xD)

[mimefaceart]

Escaped

A drawing from a game that I had earlier today against a noed ebony legion, it was so butt clenching since I was moriable and I managed to escape afterwards like- jrngefadkw

[hotpersonality]

how would 4 shellders, a cloyster and an articuno do?

i WILL destroy you

[hotpersonality]

Ok how would these do as a team. Golem, eggexcute, Shellder, Articuno, vaporeon, togepi

theyd DESTROY in a genone comp (except togepi) but now, im so sorry, theyre garbage. except maybe articuno

[captains-of-the-fog-blog]

Janeception!

Mod Leaf here So uh,, first DBD fanfic. Let’s see how it gets received!

        The ever-thickening fog crept through the map. The groaning storage house. Five generators in need of completion; four survivors in need of an escape; four survivors targeted to be murdered. Jane Romero looked at her surroundings in a light daze before snapping back into reality. Yet another trial.         With a sigh, the celebrity began her walk through the night-ridden world. It didn't take all too long before she found a broken and still generator, resting aside a brick wall. She crept over and knelt beside the machinery, hands reaching inside the opening. Her now mastered hands began to quickly twist, pull and move shambled pieces and cogs back into place. Wires sparked while she connected them, the pumps on the generator slowly springing to life.         It wasn't until a presence made itself clear that she halted her progress. Jane looked up and to her left, peering at the other survivor thrown into the trial. However, she was only dragged into a confused state. Peering back at her was Jane, clad in a red and white striped shirt. She was about to say something when two other figures walked out from behind the newcomer.         There was Jane, clothes tainted and stained with crimson blood, and Jane, clad in a short black floral dress. The 'leader' of the trio gave a warm smile to Jane, walking closer.         "Miss Romero. . . we've been looking endlessly for you." Her tone held sincerity and she reached out, putting a hand on her shoulder.         "I. . I never would've thought. ." Jane stuttered, finding herself without any words.         "Shsh, it's alright. We're here now." One of the others, Jane, stated in a soft tone, putting an arm around Jane's waist in a hug. The third girl stayed silent, merely giving a smile as she gripped one of Jane's hands.         Jane felt a stinging in her eyes as small drops rolled down her tears, a happy smile placed upon her lips. Finally-- she'd found them! It'd been so long since she was reunited with them, and now that sh#e was. . . it felt like the sweetest relief and happiness ever. It was a trial that felt ages ago when she last saw them-- she was beginning to get worried Jane, Jane or Jane could've been hurt-- or worse.         The group of four failed to notice the two figures staring at them from a distance, though. A few limbs of the Entity loomed around, as well as the figure of a killer. Adiris - more known to them as the Plague - watched the girl and the clones of herself in confusion. What kind of mind games were being played here. . ?