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I’ll continue my threads over there now instead!

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This blog is now archived!
Seaandra can now be found over here instead @unholysunblade !!
I’ll continue my threads over there now instead!
✧・゚: *✧・゚: Archive Notice! :・゚✧*:・゚✧
This blog is now archived!
Seaandra can now be found over here instead @unholysunblade !!
I’ll continue my threads over there now instead!
✧・゚: *✧・゚: Archive Notice! :・゚✧*:・゚✧
This blog is now archived!
Seaandra can now be found over here instead @unholysunblade !!
I’ll continue my threads over there now instead!
✧・゚: *✧・゚: Archive Notice! :・゚✧*:・゚✧
This blog is now archived!
Seaandra can now be found over here instead @unholysunblade !!
I’ll continue my threads over there now instead!
✧・゚: *✧・゚: Archive Notice! :・゚✧*:・゚✧
This blog is now archived!
Seaandra can now be found over here instead @unholysunblade !!
I’ll continue my threads over there now instead!
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Why hello there, do you love Nightborne, specifically the smooth-talkin’ disaster types with a drinking problem? If so, meet Veros Moonshine! Newly moved to Silvermoon, ready to explore, experience, and taste too much wine
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A quick headsup: I’m going to redo Seaandra’s blog and move to another, and this one here’s going to be archived. This blog’s pretty old and there’s some things on here I don’t wanna be associated with anymore, and the tagging system’s pretty bugged out for me here, so it’s good to have a fresh start. New year, new blog, right fellas?
If y’all wanna follow it real quick, it’s @notholysunblade. When I finish moving everything over, I’ll swap urls over, and that’ll be Seaa’s new blog /kiss
But you will remember me — Remember me, for centuries… narrated by pillow / frost / elmo.
Moodboard for Seaandra
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seaandra, aboard the ship to stormheim when greymane starts to sink it and the worgen charge in for revenge: uh RUDE but valid
threrian--sunblade:
Upon, feeling the unexpected grasp on his shoulders. Threrian jumped out of shock giving a surprised squeak, as his tome went flying into the air. Turning around, he clumsily caught the tome as it came back down. Narrowly stopping it from hitting his face.
Looking up at Seaandra, Threrian corrected the position of his hood. “H … h-hello Lady Seaandra.” Clutching his tome tightly to his chest, Threrian gave her a respectful bow. “I .. I am doing well, Lady Seaandra.”
Giving her a fake smile, as he was trying his best too mask the fact, that he was lying to his cousin. As he was unsure or unable to fully express how he was truly feeling. For a moment Threrian looked confused at Seaandra’s last question “N … n-no, I ..” clearing his throat, he just simply shook his head from side to side.
Seaandra let out a laugh, patting his shoulder before giving him some space. “So sorry to startle you like that. Oh and please, we’re family you know, just call me Seaa. Formality makes it feel awkward.”
She regarded him for a moment, trying to think of what to make of his response, but decides to brush it off. Best to prod later, she feels, and she puts back on her friendly smile. “I do hope you’ve been well, truly. This war is... ah, pretty bad. Have you been taking care of yourself? If you’re not busy, I was wondering if we could go do somethin’. If you’d like, I mean.”
Same sisters, different year, different stories.
Ronae (blood knight) and her little sister Aliya in 2015 vs. now in 2017. They’ve gotten over their sibling rivalry now, and are a little more older and geared to take on the world together.
drunkenworgen:
Gin hummed in response, moving to gather her notes and charts off the table. “Fair ‘nough. Still, bold ‘nough t’approach one o’Greymane’s officers? Ah applaud ya, love.” Gin wasn’t worried about anyone seeing them, she’d chosen this spot for the seclusion it provided.
“Who needs sleep when yeh’ve go’ a war goin’ on.” she joked, leaning back to look at the elf. “ ‘S only been…eh, four days or so. Wot brought ya over ‘ere, then?”
( @unholysunblade )
“Please, I’ve been fighting demons and meeting all kinds of monsters in this place. Visiting an ol’ friend isn’t anymore daunting than a dreadlord.”
She allowed herself to relax, slumping in her seat as she swirled the strong drink in her bottle. “I may’ve been dead a while, but I know that’s not nearly enough rest,” Seaandra pokes, offering a smirk. “And hey, can’t I visit just a little unprompted? Too many rotting faces around me, maybe I just wanted to see a fairer one like yours again.”
Misguided Faith
(Takes place at some point during WoD. Forsaken vs. Gilneans plus a death knight)
It started when she was a little girl. The shining daughter of Lord Sunblade, a fledgling caster, a proud, promising young girl with hopes and dreams. How dearly she wanted to wear her name proud, to show her parents and her peers that she was worthy of it.
Cleave.
How badly she wanted others to see her worth. For her father to place his hand upon her head and smile down with the fondness other children’s parents held. How starved she became for that need, that attention, that love.
How willing she became to throw herself to the ghouls when she learned that want was unachievable.
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