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..

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 .

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.

'' I thought you loved me..'' °○『 #HHRP 』○° °○『 #HBRP 』○° °○『 #OCRP 』○° ♡ + ↻ Please?

He grunts. "The only light we got is the fact they postponed Extermination Day for however long, though rumor got it Heaven is gonna come back and hit us mega hard,"

Grunts. "I mean its Hell, literally anything is negative down here" He said popping his neck.

He grunts out loud, idling on his phone, doom scrolling probably.

He sharpens his Angelic blade, grunting softly as he laid back against another wall bearig his signature tag on it. Empty spray cans littered behind him. He also has a cig in his maw, smoke spewing from his gills.

/Been watching Dragon Prince and am almost tempted to make a character from there..

"Fair point," He said yawning softly. The barbs on his face twitch a bit as he finished off his cig. "Been between jobs lately, most of the bosses I find are assholes who work you hard but pay you half the amount they promise."

Should I remake my pin?

He is finally off work, a loud thud is heard. He's now on the floor face first.

He is cold, tropical fish hate the cold..

He exhaled smoke from his gills after puffing on his own cancer stick. "Being royalty isnt all that glamorous as it seems to be." He saw another poster from a far, a tentacle grabs it and disintegrates it.

He snorts. "That is typical, never could trust motor vehicles, I think the pilgrims were ahead of the curb with animal drawn chariots.'

Glad he could easily do it, he is peak performance.

I bet Adam's weakness is a mile run without flying abilities or any other Angelic magic.

/Gotta love unexpected breakdowns..

He groans out loud, yeah this headache was trying to murder him.

Those barbs do rise upward at the attention, but its more of an uncontrolled self defense mechanism. The fish boy is trilling though.

/$10 a fucking ticket for a movie?! How are theaters still in business

/I wanted to go see Wicked tomorrow but lack of funds and transportation is gonna prove a challenge Im livid...

/I am torn between making a solid hobby for Deimos. Part of me wants him to be a Librarian for the Goetia, another part wants me to have him be a watch maker...though the Goetian librarian sounds kinda fun.

/ Hands, an artists worst enemy..

Sage nod. "What brings ya?" He was a bit cautious especially with a target on his back. Not really many he can trust down here.