#undead talks

I recently started a new job finally and my family isn't helping me as they promised. I'm currently relying on my girlfriend's help to commute to work. I have to take train and bus twice a day for now, but soon I will be on night shift and it will be only bus twice a day.

It's a hot summer day and the sun is beaming down on you in your tiny flat top boat. Your skin was heated to an uncomfortable degree and the only thing saving you was your years out in weather like this and the sweat dripping down our body. You adjusted your cap as the line hit the water and tried to squint away the brightness.

You look away from the glimmering water and see that you have a small ring of sweat around you on the plastic flooring. Your shirt was sticking to your skin. You can't imagine how you smell right now. As you stare at the patterns of perspiration, you hear a splash. Thinking it's a fish, your eyes dart back up and you ready your reel. Instead of a prize catch, you see a pair of dark eyes staring back at you.

It smiles at you, fins perking up as a matching tail waves behind. When hearing all about the tales of Mers and sirens you expected bright colors, bioluminescence, unnatural beauty as the folklore presented them to be. Instead, there was a masculine man with woody colored hair and dark pupil filled eyes. His tail and even skin was colored almost exactly like a Largemouth Bass, even down to the patterns.

It was making odd clicks and squeals that you could not understand, but it seemed excited based on its body language and that smile going from ear to ear. You kneel down and stare at eye level before fishing out your phone.

He dives. You curse yourself for being too slow when suddenly the surface tension breeches again and the biggest, fattest Walleye was flung onto the boat. You nearly lost your balance as the boat shook, your arms flail until the boat finally stabilizes. It squeals and its tail swishes more violently in the water, roaring up foam as it looks at you and points to the fish.

Dating in the underworld is intense. An Imp that's able to grab a succulent human such as yourself? He's the luckiest demon in all the Nine Hells!

He treats you like he would any master. Many tributes for his lovely partner! That's how his kind shows affection. It might be a bit off-putting when you're getting ready to go on a date and he rolls up with a tormented soul ready for consuming. But he does it out of love!

Hi there, hate doing these but I've been sick on and off for these first 3 months of the year, unable to go to work without coughing my insides out at the bare minimum physical effort for many days. My mother also has had to undergone surgery in her foot and is unable to work as well for as long as she's recovering and to make things worse her main babysitting gig dropped her since she couldn't work weekly for them. Mom is divorced and the payment from out father is barely enough to cover the costs of our debts, and his ass doesn't pay us until the 15th. We're part of a family of 4 where the other two individuals are unemployed, one being my younger brother who's still studying and another being my grandmother who's disabled. We don't have enough money for food and other essentials and my mom owes me 250 euros already that she used to pay her debts(don't think I'm seeing those in a long time). So we'd appreciate any help. If anyone wants art from me btw, just shoot me a message and I'll pwyw do something for you. I do have to let you all know it might take a while. These are my art examples:

With my old VTM game ended, we are starting the long anticipated of Galewater (a bizarre backwater town of west Virginia) and I'm working on character portraits. (I was shouted at to post them here.)

Along with @letstalktea @inkyquince @necroticguts and some others, here are their characters

Thank you little anon. I'm glad to be back depression is a fucking bitch.

Astarion regardless of his ending is fucking glorious. My favorite little bastard, yet him in his