AstridTheHorrorGirl (@astridcraft.bsky.social)

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 1:47 AM

11. One More Thing Before I Die

I talk about who I am as though I have absolutely no regrets. While it is true that I am happy to be Kindred, and I ultimately would never wish to be human again, unlife is not without its tragedies. I miss the sun, I miss the feeling of excitement when my flesh touches the flesh of another. I miss the days when animals used to come up to me excited for pets and headpats; now they all avoid me and run away if they sense me. I miss sexual intimacy, as now my parts more or less simply exist as tools of disguise.
When I died, I didn't know that was going to be my last night as a mortal. I didn't know what I was giving up from one instance to another. So if I could've had one more thing before I died... I suppose it would have been to see my family again. Nowadays I don't know if my parents had any more children, or if my siblings ever had family, but I do know that they are all dead now, and I never got to say goodbye. They more than likely presume I died in the war, and grieved me when enough years went by that I was never found. I don't think of them much anymore, and I'm not nostalgic of my mortality, but that doesn't mean I don't have any regrets. That is probably my greatest.

@akelacooper.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 4:09 PMReposted by @astridcraft.bsky.social

CALIFORNIANS NEED TO SPREAD THIS FAR AND WIDE. Too many voters are low information and will vote yes on all three w/o realizing the latter cancels out the former

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 9:55 PM

Very. Very felt.

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 4:06 PM

Transgender Anarcho-Satanist Service Top and Impact Dom... but i mostly just play video games really fast

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 11:38 PM

10. Awakened #MonthOfDarkness

To be a Kindred, means that you were once a mortal. A human. Then you died. And then you were awakened by a Kindred, to be a Kindred yourself. Usually, that means your sire is also, by extension, your murderer.

I only met my sire on the day that I died. I was a spy for the Soviets against the Nazis. I was successful at seducing officers, getting them vulnerable, and then getting information out of them, and then killing them. I had done this eight times until finally, I fucked up. I don't know how, but they knew who I was, and they lured me into a trap. I managed to escape into the woods but not before suffering a mortal wound. I leaned against a tree in the forest and waited to bleed out.
Then, a man appeared in the woods. He told me that he was familiar with what I did, and admired my fight against the fascists. He liked who I was, and offered to save me. He told me he would give me life eternal, in exchange for an endless hunger, and being part of a new world, one with its own problems, but different than the one I lived in now. I thought he was just an overzealous Christian, and at that time, I was ready to do or say anything to not die.
So he cut my throat, and I felt all the life drain out of me. Everything went black. I was dead. I felt myself cease to be, and for a moment, it was like it was before I was born. But then, light returned to my eyes, and an overwhelming coppery smell stabbed my senses directly between my eyes. I could taste something. I was drinking, deeply. And then I came to. Awakened. And I was drinking the blood from this man's arm. He pulled me off, and... well, I guess the rest is history, as they say.
I don't regret my decision. I love being what I am.
But I don't think I would have accepted his offer, if I knew what I was going to become.
Then again... I was desperate. Desperation is not a feeling I am without. That one is universal to both the living and the dead.

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 7:32 PM

i am girl. yes.

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 5:31 PM

because everyone in between does a thousand yard stare and then goes: "I uh... don't play, that, anymore..."

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 5:25 PM

I'm pretty cool. But I also wish I was pretty, period. lol

@claudiiiii.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 4:05 AMReposted by @astridcraft.bsky.social

not being transphobic gets you to the wnba finals it turns out

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 10, 2026, 2:47 PM

This is a basketball post 🧹

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 4:15 PM

9. The First Betrayal

Every Kindred will lose control eventually. It's our curse. We are, at the end of the day, slaves to our beast. And the beast is going to get what it wants sooner or later.
At one point in time, I was also a slave to the Camarilla. It's what I was brought up into. I upheld the Masquerade for more than ten years, until at one point, the beast overcame me, and I did what always happens when the beast comes out. I devoured those around me.
I endangered the Masquerade with my actions, so I did what many Kindred would have done in that situation. I left as fast as I could, and consulted my sire for advice.
In a moment of vulnerability, where I needed help and guidance, my sire instead brought me before the Sheriff. The fucking Sheriff. A Neonate guilty of breaking the most important Tradition I may have been, but it was the tradition that everyone had broken at least once. The Sheriff told me that he was going to give me final death at first, but then decided not to. He instead kept me alive to earn a favor from me.
I did what I had to do, but the only thing on my mind was the feeling of betrayal. My own sire, a fucking Brujah at that, willing to betray me for the law, and the law of aristocratic bullshit that was the Camarilla.
I had learned before never to trust Kindred. Deceptive creatures. Greedy things. I had dealt with the lies of Kindred before, but this... this was new. Many in the Camarilla would say that this should have been a teaching moment, to teach me that I should trust no one. But what it actually taught me is to never trust the Camarilla. That was the first betrayal that mattered. It was also the last one I didn't see coming.

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 3:04 PM

Real Trans representation doesn't look like a single trans side character in a straight person movie It looks like Elden Ring, with its homicidal scheming trans doll, two plural gender changing Gods who love authoritarian takeovers, and guy who is literally always pregnant and loves the night.

@tharixer.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 7:13 PMReposted by @astridcraft.bsky.social

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@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 9, 2026, 2:45 PM

Never let the Cam into your Anarch hole

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 8, 2026, 4:28 PM

"You ever notice that the worst of us have all the chips? It really kinda takes the sheen off people getting rich" - El-P

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 8, 2026, 3:38 PM

8. No One Will Believe You #MonthOfDarkness

Down in the back alleys of the city at night, I could hear the distinctive sound of violence. What was either a mugging or a hate crime, I could not be sure, but it didn't matter to me. I just know the sound of a good meal when I hear it.
As I arrived, I saw that it was, in fact two men assaulting a man who was undoubtedly just trying to walk home after a night out at the bar. From the context of the apparel and the attitudes being shown through this violence, it seemed that these assailants were stupid drunk conservatives, and the man they were attacking, was queer. So a hate crime then. This excited me, because of the blood of the hateful was always a satisfying meal, especially when it was filled with rage.
So I interrupted their little beating, and threw the two men against the brick walls of the buildings in the alley. I sank my fangs into the first man that I could, while the other struggled to get to his feet. The blood tasted so good, I had to get seconds. Once I was done with the first, I lifted the other into the air, held him off his feet, and drank from his throat in such an angle that his blood flowed directly straight down into my mouth. Like drinking directly from the tap. I didn't kill either of them, but they were both going to have a hard time walking tomorrow, and neither of them would remember what happened.
I licked my lips, and prepared to leave, when I heard a whimpering "thank you," come from the victim of my two meals.
I stopped in my tracks and looked back at him. "You're welcome, dear fellow."
He stammered and stuttered, struggling to speak to me. "Are you some kind of a Vampire?"
"I'm just an alcoholic hallucination, guy." I answered, straightening out my coat. "And you beat the shit out of these dudes, let me tell you."
"How do you know I won't tell anyone what really happened here?"
I smiled and turned to him, let him look into the depths of my soulless eyes. "Because no one will believe you."
With that, I left the drunk behind.

@bitshammer.bsky.social Oct 8, 2026, 4:14 AMReposted by @astridcraft.bsky.social

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 8, 2026, 6:02 AM

Being an Autistic Extrovert for me is wanting to go out late at night be around as many people as possible with loud music and candid conversations, because if I stay inside all night, I'll just end up under-stimulated from the sheer quietness of everything and cope by making tierlists of bullshit

@caseyexplosion.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 7:08 PMReposted by @astridcraft.bsky.social

Hire trans people, support trans people, let trans people thrive.

@astridcraft.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 4:11 PM

7. What Keeps You Here?