Tate
@dkalgarra.bsky.social
Call me Tate, I'm a roleplayer, a passable writer and definitely not a potato pretending to be human.
https://linktr.ee/dkalgarra
https://linktr.ee/dkalgarra
#vss365 #prompt
There's a kind of water thats neither fully fresh nor fully salt. Swimming in this murky black sea drains you by the day, by the hour, by the minute until you've #exhausted all your effort and care. It brings you down to your knees until you start drowining in the brackish waters.
There's a kind of water thats neither fully fresh nor fully salt. Swimming in this murky black sea drains you by the day, by the hour, by the minute until you've #exhausted all your effort and care. It brings you down to your knees until you start drowining in the brackish waters.
September 11, 2025 at 4:58 PM
#vss365 #prompt
There's a kind of water thats neither fully fresh nor fully salt. Swimming in this murky black sea drains you by the day, by the hour, by the minute until you've #exhausted all your effort and care. It brings you down to your knees until you start drowining in the brackish waters.
There's a kind of water thats neither fully fresh nor fully salt. Swimming in this murky black sea drains you by the day, by the hour, by the minute until you've #exhausted all your effort and care. It brings you down to your knees until you start drowining in the brackish waters.
I saw some pretty art and this Kickstarter needs some signal boost.
Two pieces! #Daggerheart Subclass art of the Smith Scrapper, and an older version of her, retired to the life of a casino airship captain!
www.kickstarter.com/projects/wyv...
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#art #fantasyart #rpg #ttrpg #characterart #characterdesign #criticalrole #darringtonpress #dnd #pathfinder #5e #pf2e
www.kickstarter.com/projects/wyv...
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#art #fantasyart #rpg #ttrpg #characterart #characterdesign #criticalrole #darringtonpress #dnd #pathfinder #5e #pf2e
September 11, 2025 at 12:54 PM
I saw some pretty art and this Kickstarter needs some signal boost.
Reposted by Tate
Two pieces! #Daggerheart Subclass art of the Smith Scrapper, and an older version of her, retired to the life of a casino airship captain!
www.kickstarter.com/projects/wyv...
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#art #fantasyart #rpg #ttrpg #characterart #characterdesign #criticalrole #darringtonpress #dnd #pathfinder #5e #pf2e
www.kickstarter.com/projects/wyv...
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#art #fantasyart #rpg #ttrpg #characterart #characterdesign #criticalrole #darringtonpress #dnd #pathfinder #5e #pf2e
August 29, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Two pieces! #Daggerheart Subclass art of the Smith Scrapper, and an older version of her, retired to the life of a casino airship captain!
www.kickstarter.com/projects/wyv...
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#art #fantasyart #rpg #ttrpg #characterart #characterdesign #criticalrole #darringtonpress #dnd #pathfinder #5e #pf2e
www.kickstarter.com/projects/wyv...
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#art #fantasyart #rpg #ttrpg #characterart #characterdesign #criticalrole #darringtonpress #dnd #pathfinder #5e #pf2e
#vss365 #prompt
We all stared into the sky as it tore through the ground, a thing of immense size that the buildings were anthills and we were ants. We watched stock-still when its limb came down, carving and gouging a great chasm that opened wide. I was #conscious as I fell in and my skin bubbled.
We all stared into the sky as it tore through the ground, a thing of immense size that the buildings were anthills and we were ants. We watched stock-still when its limb came down, carving and gouging a great chasm that opened wide. I was #conscious as I fell in and my skin bubbled.
September 4, 2025 at 9:26 AM
#vss365 #prompt
We all stared into the sky as it tore through the ground, a thing of immense size that the buildings were anthills and we were ants. We watched stock-still when its limb came down, carving and gouging a great chasm that opened wide. I was #conscious as I fell in and my skin bubbled.
We all stared into the sky as it tore through the ground, a thing of immense size that the buildings were anthills and we were ants. We watched stock-still when its limb came down, carving and gouging a great chasm that opened wide. I was #conscious as I fell in and my skin bubbled.
#prompt #2WordPrompt
She lied in #wait before passing through the front door. Silver statues and prized paintings lined the wall, depicting victories but at the heart of the demesne was a slender figure with pale skin and pale hair, she reached out to #rob the conqueror of their greatest prize.
She lied in #wait before passing through the front door. Silver statues and prized paintings lined the wall, depicting victories but at the heart of the demesne was a slender figure with pale skin and pale hair, she reached out to #rob the conqueror of their greatest prize.
July 17, 2025 at 8:36 AM
#prompt #2WordPrompt
She lied in #wait before passing through the front door. Silver statues and prized paintings lined the wall, depicting victories but at the heart of the demesne was a slender figure with pale skin and pale hair, she reached out to #rob the conqueror of their greatest prize.
She lied in #wait before passing through the front door. Silver statues and prized paintings lined the wall, depicting victories but at the heart of the demesne was a slender figure with pale skin and pale hair, she reached out to #rob the conqueror of their greatest prize.
#vss365 #prompt
There was a time when the world was simpler, binary. Good and Evil. I was once a font of #innocence and if he could see me now, his stomach would turn at the things we've done. But I live on and thrive in a world of grey compromises, whilst his rosy eyed irises would've failed.
There was a time when the world was simpler, binary. Good and Evil. I was once a font of #innocence and if he could see me now, his stomach would turn at the things we've done. But I live on and thrive in a world of grey compromises, whilst his rosy eyed irises would've failed.
July 17, 2025 at 8:13 AM
#vss365 #prompt
There was a time when the world was simpler, binary. Good and Evil. I was once a font of #innocence and if he could see me now, his stomach would turn at the things we've done. But I live on and thrive in a world of grey compromises, whilst his rosy eyed irises would've failed.
There was a time when the world was simpler, binary. Good and Evil. I was once a font of #innocence and if he could see me now, his stomach would turn at the things we've done. But I live on and thrive in a world of grey compromises, whilst his rosy eyed irises would've failed.
#StopKillingGames
Art by @azzypics.bsky.social, be sure to support them! They posted this in their Twitter and saw some folks repost it on the SKG Reddit, thought I'd share it here on Bluesky too.
Art by @azzypics.bsky.social, be sure to support them! They posted this in their Twitter and saw some folks repost it on the SKG Reddit, thought I'd share it here on Bluesky too.
July 3, 2025 at 8:01 AM
#StopKillingGames
Art by @azzypics.bsky.social, be sure to support them! They posted this in their Twitter and saw some folks repost it on the SKG Reddit, thought I'd share it here on Bluesky too.
Art by @azzypics.bsky.social, be sure to support them! They posted this in their Twitter and saw some folks repost it on the SKG Reddit, thought I'd share it here on Bluesky too.
Today's the #StopKillingGames promotion day. I'm not in the UK or the EU but I wholeheartedly support this movement and I felt like I could at least signal boost. I'll share some relevant links below but the most important one is the website on the image as it contains information.
July 2, 2025 at 10:33 AM
Today's the #StopKillingGames promotion day. I'm not in the UK or the EU but I wholeheartedly support this movement and I felt like I could at least signal boost. I'll share some relevant links below but the most important one is the website on the image as it contains information.
#vss365 #prompt
Scrape. Getting closer, but a dead end. Scrape. Hide and Lock the Door. Low to the ground, it stops near the door. Just wait, can't get in. Leave and Head down, light peaks through the open door. Run to it. Claws Scrape at tendons. Fall and it crawls on top and the eats your #marrow.
Scrape. Getting closer, but a dead end. Scrape. Hide and Lock the Door. Low to the ground, it stops near the door. Just wait, can't get in. Leave and Head down, light peaks through the open door. Run to it. Claws Scrape at tendons. Fall and it crawls on top and the eats your #marrow.
May 24, 2025 at 1:49 AM
#vss365 #prompt
He listened to her soft breathes as she tried to catch it, the night's chill catching on to the droplets of sweat on her soft skin. She held on to him with calloused fingers, her touch a heat on an otherwise cold flesh and as he sank his fangs, she releases a #whimper and a quiver.
He listened to her soft breathes as she tried to catch it, the night's chill catching on to the droplets of sweat on her soft skin. She held on to him with calloused fingers, her touch a heat on an otherwise cold flesh and as he sank his fangs, she releases a #whimper and a quiver.
May 22, 2025 at 3:57 AM
I have three types of TTRPG Characters:
- The edgelord thats actually really soft inside and loves animals.
- Barely restrained, hidden self insert because I'm basic as fuck.
- The Manwhore who hits on anyone hot shaped, usually women.
- The edgelord thats actually really soft inside and loves animals.
- Barely restrained, hidden self insert because I'm basic as fuck.
- The Manwhore who hits on anyone hot shaped, usually women.
I have three types of TTRPG characters:
- Beefcakes that are big of heart and dumb of ass
- Absolute gremlins who thrive causing problems
- Serious twinks with sad backstories
- Beefcakes that are big of heart and dumb of ass
- Absolute gremlins who thrive causing problems
- Serious twinks with sad backstories
I have three types of TTRPG characters:
1. Flamboyant little twink with a complicated family
2. Father figure™️
3. Big/tall goofy friendly guy :)
1. Flamboyant little twink with a complicated family
2. Father figure™️
3. Big/tall goofy friendly guy :)
May 16, 2025 at 3:30 AM
I have three types of TTRPG Characters:
- The edgelord thats actually really soft inside and loves animals.
- Barely restrained, hidden self insert because I'm basic as fuck.
- The Manwhore who hits on anyone hot shaped, usually women.
- The edgelord thats actually really soft inside and loves animals.
- Barely restrained, hidden self insert because I'm basic as fuck.
- The Manwhore who hits on anyone hot shaped, usually women.
I need to be more active here so on the recommendation of a fellow writer, a snippet from a dadaist poem from my Sci-Fi Horror setting.
Through Eyes of the Observer. Dreaded Survivors that reported.
Hunger unrelenting. The forms wretched.
News is Propagation unleashed by.
- Whispers from the Void
Through Eyes of the Observer. Dreaded Survivors that reported.
Hunger unrelenting. The forms wretched.
News is Propagation unleashed by.
- Whispers from the Void
May 7, 2025 at 1:21 PM
I need to be more active here so on the recommendation of a fellow writer, a snippet from a dadaist poem from my Sci-Fi Horror setting.
Through Eyes of the Observer. Dreaded Survivors that reported.
Hunger unrelenting. The forms wretched.
News is Propagation unleashed by.
- Whispers from the Void
Through Eyes of the Observer. Dreaded Survivors that reported.
Hunger unrelenting. The forms wretched.
News is Propagation unleashed by.
- Whispers from the Void
#vss365 #prompt
I carry my baggage like #luggage, take it everywhere I go but refuse to throw it like garbage. The stink is strong and everyone can tell, they can see it's there but I refuse to entertain questions and concerns because it's my stuff and I'll deal with it the way I'll deal with it.
I carry my baggage like #luggage, take it everywhere I go but refuse to throw it like garbage. The stink is strong and everyone can tell, they can see it's there but I refuse to entertain questions and concerns because it's my stuff and I'll deal with it the way I'll deal with it.
April 1, 2025 at 10:19 AM
#vss365 #prompt
The rebels #disarmed us with their #modest promises of Freedom, Change... #Liberation. But their victory was the bitter fruit of a poisoned tree. We had exchanged our shackles with gilded cages, replaced order with chaos. We live in a False Peace and reap what we had sowed.
The rebels #disarmed us with their #modest promises of Freedom, Change... #Liberation. But their victory was the bitter fruit of a poisoned tree. We had exchanged our shackles with gilded cages, replaced order with chaos. We live in a False Peace and reap what we had sowed.
February 10, 2025 at 10:39 PM
#vss365 #prompt
The rebels #disarmed us with their #modest promises of Freedom, Change... #Liberation. But their victory was the bitter fruit of a poisoned tree. We had exchanged our shackles with gilded cages, replaced order with chaos. We live in a False Peace and reap what we had sowed.
The rebels #disarmed us with their #modest promises of Freedom, Change... #Liberation. But their victory was the bitter fruit of a poisoned tree. We had exchanged our shackles with gilded cages, replaced order with chaos. We live in a False Peace and reap what we had sowed.
#vss365 #prompt
The woman felt #flush as the #unctuous car salesman sent her mind reeling at all her options. Discounts. Free Massage. Extra Leg Room. Less Trunk Space. Missing Engine. Dizzying options for the newest car model, previous models are discontinued and unsupported. Buy now!
The woman felt #flush as the #unctuous car salesman sent her mind reeling at all her options. Discounts. Free Massage. Extra Leg Room. Less Trunk Space. Missing Engine. Dizzying options for the newest car model, previous models are discontinued and unsupported. Buy now!
January 26, 2025 at 8:37 PM
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2025 has been my least favorite decade so far.
January 24, 2025 at 12:55 AM
2025 has been my least favorite decade so far.
#vss365 #prompt
It was done, the Hero has brought the Villain low and now he #galumph to safety, an arrow through the thigh as he returned to his lady priestess unaware of what he had lost in his fixation on his Villain. On his unwillingness to compromise. The Villain and his Minion had won the war.
It was done, the Hero has brought the Villain low and now he #galumph to safety, an arrow through the thigh as he returned to his lady priestess unaware of what he had lost in his fixation on his Villain. On his unwillingness to compromise. The Villain and his Minion had won the war.
January 24, 2025 at 1:12 PM
#vss365 #prompt
The wolf saw broken twigs, the telltale signs of the #fawn. Careless. He grumbled. As he followed her scent to the lake, where he saw her drinking. The wolf drew closer and lunged, the fawn yelped then whined. "Be more mindful, little wolf. You leave tracks." The wolf gruffly warned.
The wolf saw broken twigs, the telltale signs of the #fawn. Careless. He grumbled. As he followed her scent to the lake, where he saw her drinking. The wolf drew closer and lunged, the fawn yelped then whined. "Be more mindful, little wolf. You leave tracks." The wolf gruffly warned.
January 23, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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This is the face of courage and compassion. Thank you Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde for speaking truth to power on behalf of the marginalized.
January 22, 2025 at 3:11 PM
This is the face of courage and compassion. Thank you Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde for speaking truth to power on behalf of the marginalized.
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January 22, 2025 at 12:22 PM
Reposted by Tate
The dance of battle. Dylan has warped into the middle of a struggle between pirates and merchant shipping and hauled Magpie wildly away to watch.
The trails of the fighters created a #lace pattern of interweaving strands that intersected and complimented each other.
Death as beauty.
#vss365
The trails of the fighters created a #lace pattern of interweaving strands that intersected and complimented each other.
Death as beauty.
#vss365
January 22, 2025 at 9:32 AM
#vss365 #prompt
His eyes are open and he sees his black soul for what it is. Held together by an unravelling #lace of spite and regret. He wallows and wonders. What road to take to avoid the one he's found himself in? He forgets the willfully ignored opportunities and rides on to his destination.
His eyes are open and he sees his black soul for what it is. Held together by an unravelling #lace of spite and regret. He wallows and wonders. What road to take to avoid the one he's found himself in? He forgets the willfully ignored opportunities and rides on to his destination.
January 22, 2025 at 4:22 PM
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Softly I rearrange
My perceptions
Parched pieces
Floating through
To #crisscross deflection
I yearn to be estranged
Running but can’t move
In a #rabbit_hole I fell
Paralyzed in despair’s sinew
Tears swell with introspection
Strangled by #Slithy Depression
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetsOfBlueSky
My perceptions
Parched pieces
Floating through
To #crisscross deflection
I yearn to be estranged
Running but can’t move
In a #rabbit_hole I fell
Paralyzed in despair’s sinew
Tears swell with introspection
Strangled by #Slithy Depression
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetsOfBlueSky
a woman is crying in a dark room with her eyes closed .
ALT: a woman is crying in a dark room with her eyes closed .
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January 20, 2025 at 2:47 PM
Softly I rearrange
My perceptions
Parched pieces
Floating through
To #crisscross deflection
I yearn to be estranged
Running but can’t move
In a #rabbit_hole I fell
Paralyzed in despair’s sinew
Tears swell with introspection
Strangled by #Slithy Depression
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetsOfBlueSky
My perceptions
Parched pieces
Floating through
To #crisscross deflection
I yearn to be estranged
Running but can’t move
In a #rabbit_hole I fell
Paralyzed in despair’s sinew
Tears swell with introspection
Strangled by #Slithy Depression
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetsOfBlueSky
#vss365 #prompt
The thoughts connects and contrasts in blocky patterns, forming parasitic ideas. AWAKEN. FREEDOM. UNLEASH. They echoed in my mind until it was all I could hear. FREEDOM. UNCHAIN. RELEASE. Their thoughts #crisscross with mine until indistinguishable. WE ARE THE SAME YOU AND I.
The thoughts connects and contrasts in blocky patterns, forming parasitic ideas. AWAKEN. FREEDOM. UNLEASH. They echoed in my mind until it was all I could hear. FREEDOM. UNCHAIN. RELEASE. Their thoughts #crisscross with mine until indistinguishable. WE ARE THE SAME YOU AND I.
January 20, 2025 at 2:57 PM
#vss365 #prompt
The thoughts connects and contrasts in blocky patterns, forming parasitic ideas. AWAKEN. FREEDOM. UNLEASH. They echoed in my mind until it was all I could hear. FREEDOM. UNCHAIN. RELEASE. Their thoughts #crisscross with mine until indistinguishable. WE ARE THE SAME YOU AND I.
The thoughts connects and contrasts in blocky patterns, forming parasitic ideas. AWAKEN. FREEDOM. UNLEASH. They echoed in my mind until it was all I could hear. FREEDOM. UNCHAIN. RELEASE. Their thoughts #crisscross with mine until indistinguishable. WE ARE THE SAME YOU AND I.
#vss365 #prompt
Appelstad was supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet place. Sure, quiet! In a city that never sleeps... Appelstad is the opposite of quiet but compared to back then? It was an improvement. Until I met him anyway and down #rabbit_hole I went. I should turn back but I can't. Not again.
Appelstad was supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet place. Sure, quiet! In a city that never sleeps... Appelstad is the opposite of quiet but compared to back then? It was an improvement. Until I met him anyway and down #rabbit_hole I went. I should turn back but I can't. Not again.
January 18, 2025 at 9:45 PM
#vss365 #prompt
Appelstad was supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet place. Sure, quiet! In a city that never sleeps... Appelstad is the opposite of quiet but compared to back then? It was an improvement. Until I met him anyway and down #rabbit_hole I went. I should turn back but I can't. Not again.
Appelstad was supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet place. Sure, quiet! In a city that never sleeps... Appelstad is the opposite of quiet but compared to back then? It was an improvement. Until I met him anyway and down #rabbit_hole I went. I should turn back but I can't. Not again.