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When will I feel this As vivid as it truly is? Fall in love in a single touch And fall apart when it hurts too much

– Touch, Sleeping At Last

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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

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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 ]

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Khaled & Marwan: Hera – 2018 Haute Coutere Collection

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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?

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early valentines 🥀

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https://www.instagram.com/caminimm

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Atelier Versace Fall 1993

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[ Art by Emilyena ]

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

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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