Seraanna Longveil

Stories, inspiration, and musings related to Seraanna Longveil, a World of Warcraft character played on Moon Guard (Alliance).

[perfeqt]

“When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.”

— Anaïs Nin

[writing-prompt-s]

"So why is that eldritch... thing writhing on the floor?" "Tried to enter my head. Mind control possession or something."

[perfeqt]

“I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.”

— Beau Taplin

[perfeqt]

“You don’t deserve someone who comes back, you deserve someone who never leaves.”

— Unknown

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in The Complete Notebooks of Albert Camus

[mournfulroses]

Salma Deera, from a poem titled "girls who don’t care for being touched," featured in Letters from Medea: Poems

[janpesart]

On the brink of insanity 👁️

I was thinking about how shadow priests and void elves must fight against the whispers of the void and wanted to paint it.

[janpesart]

Blythe

Commission for bipsaway on Bluesky! ❤️

[longveil]

And in the back of your mind Where even dark is blind Looking for a sign Waiting for your time to come But you can’t outrun The hand of fate And I will wait

-- The Pretty Reckless, For I Am Death

[bramblesand]

People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

This is madness.

[perfeqt]

“You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.”

— Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring

[writing-prompt-s]

when your born with magic your eyes reflect what type your born with. Fire users have eyes like pools of magma, air users have swirling tornadoes, ice users have glacial expanses. You where born with eyes like black holes.

[perfeqt]

“Almost all of our brokenness can be tracked back to the quantity and quality of the love we have experienced.”

— Dale Partridge

[perfeqt]

“I used to fight the pain. But recently, this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy: it is my call to greatness.”

— Henry Rollins

[longveil]

#the old wounds fight me

[perfeqt]

“I’d like to walk around in your mind someday.”

— Vashti Bunyan

[longveil]

Empire of the Dawn, Jay Kristoff

[perfeqt]

“Only those who care about you, can hear you when you’re quiet.”

— lieinlove