An inspiration, reference, and writing tumblr for Nikkitah Blightheart, blood elf death knight on Wyrmrest Accord.

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Evie couldn’t sleep much that night, she was giddy with excitement from the proposal. She laid in their bed, replaying the nights evens in her head. Smiling like a goof as she daydreamed, she didn’t realize she was strangling Warren who wriggled his way from her grasp.

She giggled, “Sorry,…

D’aw, she still remembers him!  And I have no idea what’s going to happen either… XD  It’s lovely to see Evie so happy!

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9:365 (by keithj5000)

Posted on September 2 at 2:05 am with 5 notes Reblog

Just wanted to say, I am glad you are back. I have been missing both him and you on my dash. <3 I will catch you in game for something light, Since Darkcyn is gone, I have been eager to introduce you to Fury :) Hope to at least chat soon anyway, Keep taking care of you.

from traianbloodshade

Thank you very much.  <3  I hope to see you in-game! 

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(Journal) Still

The door seemed so much louder than it should have, when it closed.  I didn’t slam it, but it felt as though I did.  Everything is louder than I remember.  If I didn’t know better- and do I, really?- I’d say the house is angry with us.  There’s an accusation in its subtle sighs now, a guilty undertone of abandonment.

The presence of the dust doesn’t help.

I don’t really know what to say. 

Was I wrong to leave?

There are a dozen case files under my desk but they can’t mean anything anymore.  Their secrets are expired now.  Life, in all of its unpredictable harshness, will have changed them.   What I have in these files now are just snapshots, shadows of who my patients were for a moment in time.  I do not know who they are anymore.

And I am not allowed to know.

It can’t mean anything anymore, because it mustn’t.  Because it meant too much before.  I reached too far, too fast, too desperately, and in my fervor to find the answers for others, I lost them for myself.  In trying to touch them, I lost touch. 

I don’t really know who among them was the first to see it. 

The way they spoke, it had been coming for a long time.

The house is haunted still, by whomever occupied it when first it was purchased for us, but also now by the remnants of my own impending crack.  To come back to it feels like stepping back in time, and with the smell of these rooms and the creak of these floors comes a legion of associated anxieties.

Adaziel says the house needs to breathe, and once it breathes, it will be easier for me to breathe as well. 

We’ll see about that.

#nikwriting #moth #adaziel #psychiatric associates of silvermoon

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Dylan Fosket by Evie McShane for Sessions magazine

#reference #coldboy

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toska [tohs-kah]
-(noun) An untranslatable, Russian word – Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.” (via hollywoodhepcat)

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I appreciate your sadness about the world.
-Jack Kerouac  (via mercurieux)

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I’m back on the game too.

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