possum that runs and screams

Thanks to a Vampire chronicle that lasted almost a year, and the Mage chronicle we've only just begun, I've spent the past year drawing things inspired by all the events our GM put us through. and this is Warka, my character from chronicle in San Francisco. my poor lil Salubri

and sometimes there is her sworn sister, Violet.

So I hope you don't mind if I end up posting a whole bunch of that art here.

trope:

Though I planted the seeds, gave them everything they need But the flowers in our window box don't grow

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It was his third cup of caf that night. And by now it didn’t feel anything like alertness anymore—just an ever-worsening tachycardia. Alexandr still had too much work to do, and he kept stubbornly telling himself it was urgent, that it had to be done right now.

The datapad’s screen burned his eyes; Kallus squinted, blinked hard to chase away the dryness, buried his face in his hands and rubbed at his cheeks. He needed to pull himself together and finally finish this damned document. It wasn’t even that complicated—just collating the remaining tables, checking whether anything had gone missing after the latest incidents.

Sure, none of it was strictly his responsibility, but he’d already gotten involved. Someone else would have their hands and head freed up for something more important, and Alexandr would just waste a couple of extra hours. Given the way the Rebellion worked, extra hands and minds were always needed.

woah it`s

omg this is the song that make me cry- if we talk about my favorit part of it I guess its Like the moon that makes the tides That silent guide Is calling from inside And pull me here and push me there It's everywhere Hanging in the air