Drops this and runs.

/Still incapable of signing in on mobile Bluesky app the fuck. Open the login page and my keyboard disappears instantly

I want to RP but I feel insignificant at best when it comes to stuff..and am socially shy.

Why do I bother..

Is suffering post weekend blues. For alas tomorrow is work again. He swigs from his bottle of whisky.

/Should I bring my DBD main here?

Since its considered #SeductiveSundays here ya go. I'm very proud of this one.

/Its times like these I just wanna retire from Rp..

He is staring at the sky absent-mindedly, finishing off a cig he was smoking. Wondering what he ought to do with his day.

/Had a crazy dream that I was forced into an Academy of Vampires and Werewolves, though I wanted to be in the Werewolf School, I was for some reason enforced to be in the Vampire School and had to suffer being bit by a vampire, go through the first phases of fledgling vampirism and man what a trip..

One day I am doing awesome art. The next day, I can't do any art..

/ What if you are the artist? 😱

He is on one of the highest buildings in Pride. Just laying on the floor dangling an arm over the ledge. Looking up at the sky.

/Feeling invisible in a fandom you otherwise enjoy and obsess over feels depressing.

/FYI please IRL accounts do NOT interact with my posts. This is strictly for RP Moots only. Thanks.

/It really urks me off when I see artists with art that clearly has DO NOT REPOST on their watermark yet someone still fucking does it, like cmon man show respect.

He was turning a deeper shade of blue, entering a depressive mood.

He will just lay on the floor, feeling useless and drained.

/I used to be really good at graphoc editing but I have apparently hit a road block and am now just terrible at it .

"Now lets see how long it takes before you beg for me to take you out." A projector spawns in front of everyone in the area.

Soon all of the things the Sinner did was projected out on the screen. "Feast your eyes my friends! The eyes of a madman!"

Your own wife to take her money and go after the next richiest woman? Tsk tsk. Oh you are going to taste lovely after I pick through your brain."

Deimos was in his full demon form. Spines sprouted out from his backside, his muscles thicker.

The Infestor Demon was at work in breaking a mind. A poor sinner that crossed his path wrongly.

"You are pathetic, trying to make a name for yourself in this pit, while ignoring your darker past. I can see EVERYTHING in that head of yours. Every regret, every nast thing. I mean killing-

Grunts a bit, he is bored.

Has taken occupance in Angels bed. He is wounded and not fairing well, dont mind the blood.

@voxtekenterprise.bsky.social

Plays Pac Man on Vox's screen, or attempts too.

/Did someone ask for a Virus Demon?

Striker brainrot is real, and its week three of it.

He leans against a wall in a nearby alley way, smoking. The Envy demon nursing a wound given to him by a hitman this morning that got close to getting him.

He will have clothes on, I cant just draw him in suggestive poses all day.

Tired grunt. He is awake, again.