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Alone with this vision Alone with this sound Alone in my dreams I carry around. I will not take from you and you will not owe I will protect you from the shadow below It's not in my mind It's here at my side Go tell the world that I'm still alive.

Who Will Save You Now, Les Friction

#aesthetic #music #All is blacked out but continues to grow #Youtube

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I also really like drawing (void)elves.

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— Frank O'Hara, Lunch Poems; "Naphtha"

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Death Vigil

“The first time I faced it, I heard a melody.

I was unprepared.

I let its truth course through me like an aggressive vibration threatening to shatter my bones and herniate every muscle in my body.

Knowledge is power, they say, and never did this feel so tangibly true.

This thing was knowledge.

This thing was the truth of the universe itself.

Then and there it sears my mind… still, I refuse to look away.

I refuse because for the first time everything makes sense to me, and for the first time since Alicia’s death I feel joy”

- Death Vigil, Stjepan Sijic ( @nebezial-asheri )

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“The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression. It is possible to lie, and even to murder, with the truth.”

— Alfred Adler

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[ The Zodiac, Z_eD ]

#aesthetic #zed #instagram

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Khaled & Marwan: Hera – 2018 Haute Coutere Collection

#seraanna #aesthetic #fashion #khaledmarwan #shadow

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Library: Chronology

[ The Morgan Library - New York City. Mariusz Lopusiewicz ]

Since Fall of 2020 I've ignored Seraanna's Chronology page, where I try to apply a little order to all the stories I've written for her. And, truly, I wrote a frightful number of shorts and vignettes for her - even taking my hiatus from WoW (July 2021 - Feb 2023) into account.

No more.

The Chronology is updated and shiny, with neglected fics, collabs, arcs, and more recent fics written since I came back to these characters. A first step to getting back into writing that's languished since the New Year. I'm either calling January a bye month, or declaring fiction bankruptcy (well, not bankrupt - there are discord scenes waiting for me with extraordinary patience).

Yes, I'm also the kind of person who cleans their desk before writing. How did you know?

#i should be writing #seraanna #chronology #does anyone care but me? #probably not #but organizing your stuff is self care in my book

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early valentines 🥀

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https://www.instagram.com/caminimm

#vintagestyle #dark coquette #gothic #caminimm #fashion

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Atelier Versace Fall 1993

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[ Art by Emilyena ]

#not my oc #inspo #aesthetic #shadow aesthetic #emilyena

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Joseph Brodsky, translated by Howard Moss, from a poem titled "I Sit By The Window,"

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#aesthetic #i am my own

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☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

[ Photo by Saffu on Unsplash ]

Seraanna's likes might seem simple at first. One might look at her preferences for voidblend and aged port wine, gowns of Shaldorei silk, exclusive venues to entertain, and assume she's a hedonist; sybaritic and self-indulgent, using her tastes as a display of power and dominance.

Perhaps you'd be right.

But looking closer? These things are... carefully chosen. Luxurious, yes, but not littered haphazardly through her life. There's a careful and deliberate asceticism at play, the items and methods of her indulgence selected with purpose and intent.

Beyond this point, gentle friend, lies meta. Don't abuse it.

The truth is that the Void has robbed Seraanna of much of her ability to feel. Pleasure, pain, love, rage, joy, fear, delight. The Void hungers, and this it has chosen to devour from her. So her choices reflect this, her indulgences made deeper to allow her a chance to feel. Port wine, fortified and often cloying sweet, has impact and flavor where a common red would be tasteless. Luxurious clothes, fine food, even the reactions she often incites to intentionally bait or confuse others, serve to allow her to experience emotion - by proxy if not directly.

Yet while the Void hungers, it also whispers. Incessantly and without end, requiring a constant effort of will to not be overwhelmed. So there is... a balance required. To feel requires indulgence, but she cannot go so far that her will is distracted, that the whispers might find her weak and vulnerable. Choices made must be... carefully made.

Her likes are sybaritic. Yet ascetic. A narrow line to walk...

I am my own.

Thank you for the ask, @damien-ward

#seraanna #headcanons #asceticism #hedonism

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♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

On a quiet evening, when the sun has long set below the horizon and the bustle of Stormwind outside her window has quieted, Seraa likes to put on comfortable nightclothes, curl up in her overstuffed armchair of red and gold with a glass of port wine or voidblend...

...and read trashy romance novels.

The habit goes back to her youth in Quel'thalas, a guilty pleasure that she's shared with few. Sadly, it's been some time since she's been able to add to her collection - the bookseller in Boralus she once frequented closed up shop a few years back, and Stormwind's markets have had sparse selection of literature of any sort.

Perhaps, Seraanna sometimes wonders, I ought write my own

Under a pen name. Of... course.

#asks and prompts #seraanna #quirks and hobbies #bodice rippers #period pieces #even a bit of smut #just mindless escapism

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■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Ah, that's an old headcanon. Seraanna maintains a residence in Stormwind, in an upper-story apartment between the Cathedral District, the entry to Stormwind Cemetery, and Stormwind Harbor - what she refers to (with a sly smile) as the meeting place of Light, Death, and the Deep. Seraa makes no secret of where she lives - her evening walks through Stormwind start and end here, and she often finishes her night by asking a conversation partner to walk her to her door. But only to her door - few have been invited inside.

Sometimes, usually in the very late evening, Seraa can be seen seated by the upper window, drinking from a glass as she looks out over Stormwind Harbor. Watching the ships, the sunset, the stars, or maybe just passers-by.

There are other places she's been known to stay. A cottage in Pandaria, close to the Temple of the Jade Serpent, welcome offered by the Lord of a small domain in the Eastern Sea, surreptitious hospitality from old colleagues in Suramar known of a time when her skin was pale and hair ashen. But the apartment is home, or at least the closest thing these last seven years...

[ Accoutrements: Residence ]

Thank you for the ask, @nixalegos!

#asks and prompts #living quarters headcanon #seraanna