unfinished gay art

vtm if it was WOKE

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GAYgrel

SHE/HEcata

caitYIFF

FTMalkavian

Bats and Poppy again. A tremere and a malkavian, like night and day

listen I know it's probably complicated but how much hope should I have that y'all will make a tea subscription someday? because the second y'all do I'm there, you can take all my money ☕🫖

You should have immense hope. You should have the kind of hope that we all wish for--the sort that verges on certainty.

Some GM advice: Try to pull from your real life expiriences, when you describe scenes for the player and make sure to provide a description for more than the sense of sight.

Vampire The Masquerade: Hold my bloodbag. Here, take this batshit insane drug trip at the beginning of a one shot. Hope you've done that already. Make sure to elaborate on the withdrawl afterwards...

I'm killing myself again

HEY

you're on tumblr RIGHT NOW!

and you are SO CUTE WHILE DOING IT

KEEP IT UP

remember to drink some water!

and maybe get a snack!!

you are loved by so many people, even if they don't know you yet

today is going to be a good day, so do whatever you want!

Do you agree my fellow Cainites, Lhakas, Kindred, bloodsuckers,...?

the hadron collider is like an angel to me

Let us begin.

It will start with the transmission. Dots and dashes, at bash. Start and end have switched; a reversed polarity of the building blocks of language.

h t t p s : / / w w w . t u m b l r . c o m / [[[--. ... ...- ..- .-. .. .... --. .-.. ..- -. --.. -- -... -.- --.. --. ... -.. --.. -... ....]]]

it didn't go as our storyteller had planned

5 is so us...

5 is so us...

In every operation, there is an above the line and a below the line. Above the line is what you do by the book. Below the line is how you do the job.

The mood board inspiring the character I introduced as "Dr. Anya Petrova"

Discord has introduced microtransactions to make only specific users hear sound effects. Skype is back as a livestreaming platform. X is now marketing “twitter” as a paid-only private area to post in on X. There are clouds gathering above the field now. There’s an ache in your tooth when you eat something sweet, sharp and stabbing, but you put it off. The wind makes the puddles in the mud ripple after it rains. When you look out, you like to pretend they are deeper, deep enough to drown in. You wonder if you’d still be able to see just how big the cloud-heavy sky is as you fall beneath the surface. You wonder if you’d hear the first drops of rain. You wonder how the wind always seems to find you out there. The field is large, and it is cold outside. Come inside now. It’s getting late.