* warden of locks.

i　think　about　if　the　𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨　are　as　𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 　of　me　as　i　am　of　 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮　.　though　i　don’t　think　𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥　is　the　right　word　for　it —　it’s　a　 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥　𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦; 　hunger　&.　loneliness　.

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#𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚄𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄𝚂　　——— —　　‟　warden　of　locks　. 　　——— —　　heavily　canon　—　divergent　thresh,　from　league　of　legends　.

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Moss Agate with Dendrites - Oregon

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made my bf make a kindred now i’m hounding him to develop them so i can write a starter that’s just thresh going Are you going to eat that and pointing to a dead body

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Members of the Tribe”, Dream Work

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gonna play league tonight < 3 if youre on NA you can add me i’m half life 1

[primulaceas]

Marge Piercy, “Intimacy.” The Moon Is Always Female

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bed time <3

[dogwise]

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@enmakunai​　　　 ❛  you  think  that  you  can  stop  me ?  ❜ 　　　——— —　　　death of an optimist　　　...　　　(　　accepting　　)

𝙷𝙸𝚂　　𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷　　𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚂　　𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆　　&.　　𝚁𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶,　　　it　𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘴　from　the　𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛’𝑠　𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡,　　curling　‘round　his　frame,　　threatening　to　split　him　in　𝐭𝐰𝐨　.　　　amidst　his　mockery,　　his　𝘴𝘤𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦　tears　into　the　body　beneath　him;　　recently　𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧　by　the　Ionian　poised　mere　steps　before　him　.　　　𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨　the　skin　as　through　it　were　paper,　　his　claws　drag　across　the　𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑛　𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒,　　mutilating　all　discernible　features　.　　　his　gaze　does　not　𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞　from　his　newest　experiment,　　scythe　now　𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠　onto　the　𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟　𝑗𝑎𝑤　　　——— —

“　　　MY　DEAR,　　　”　　　his　speech　is　meshed　with　the　sounds　of　ripping,　　“　　　WHY　WOULD　I　INTERFERE　WITH　YOUR　OWN　DESTRUCTION　?　　　”

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league rpc gaming night where we all have to play our muses

[flowerytale]

Clarice Lispector — The Stream of Life

[enelconurbano]

Gótico Cementerio de Lomas de Zamora

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@isodes​　　　 ❛  we’re  stronger  when  we’re  together .  ❜ ( ruined queen ruined queen ruined queen !!! ) 　　　——— —　　　death of an optimist　　　...　　　(　　accepting　　)

𝚃𝙷𝙴　　𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙽　　𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙽　　𝙺𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂,　　　a　gesture　so　𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦,　　yet　so　revealing　.　　　𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦　𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ　ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟,　　it　is　an　𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞　so　disgusting　　　——— —　　　yet　so　holy　in　nature;　　embedded　into　everything　that　𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬,　　that　breathes,　　that　walks　Runeterra’s　soil　.　　　𝘵𝘩𝘦　𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯　has　embraced　the　same　purpose　as　he,　　𝚃𝙷𝙴　　𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽　　𝙾𝙵　　𝙰𝙻𝙻　　𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂.　　　the　world　will　crumble　in　their　grasp,　　&.　　thresh　will　𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘　ℎ𝑖𝑠　𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ　𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛　of　all　that　remain　after　𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫　𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧　.

“　　　I　WILL　SERVE,　　AS　LONG　AS　YOU　REQUEST　IT　.　　　”　　　the　warden　muses,　　his　hook　keen,　　his　lantern　𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬　.　　　without　her　permission,　　ℎ𝑒　𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠　𝑛𝑜𝑡　𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒;　　a　smile　reaching　his　𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦　through　the　billowing　wisps　of　excitement　.　　　he　is　a　dog　on　a　leash,　　waiting　for　the　𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝　to　lunge　　&.　　tear　open　anything　his　jaws　can　touch　.　　　“　　　YOUR　MAJESTY　.　　　”

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#𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚄𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄𝚂　　———　　　I　EAT　　&.　　I　AM　EATEN,　　I　HAVE　GIVEN　HIM　RULE　WITHOUT　END　.　　　/　　　heavily　canon—divergent　thresh,　　from　league　of　legends　.

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@endlines​​​　　　 ❛  what’s  your  alibi ?  ❜ 　　　——— —　　　death of an optimist　　　...　　　(　　accepting　　)

𝙷𝙴　　𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂　　𝚃𝙾　　𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁　　𝚃𝙷𝙴　　𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙽'𝚂　　...　　𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃?　　　his　frame　𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴　from　it’s　stiffened　position,　　𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑙　𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒　𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔　in　an　offended　surprise　.　　　oh,　please,　one　bar　in　𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫　ends　up　a　smoldering　mess　overnight　　&.　　suddenly　it’s　his　fault　?　　　shoulders　start　to　shrug,　　a　𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧　escapes　his　maw　　&.　　those　green　wisps　flicker　into　a　𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳　𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭　　　——— —　　　reading　the　interaction　as　scolding,　　&.　　responding　in　kind　.　　　whatever　.　　　this　𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵　his　problem　.

“　　　I　DID　NOT　DO　ANYTHING　.　　　”　　　even　the　𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯　is　drawing　backwards,　　swirling　　&.　　changing　to　match　his　blue　demeanor　　...　　　𝚂𝚄𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙻𝚈,　　𝙷𝙴　　𝙿𝙸𝚅𝙾𝚃𝚂.　　　scythe　being　𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝　　&.　　directed　towards　the　other　in　an　𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦　𝑓𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛;　　the　translucent　flames　around　him　suddenly　fueled　by　𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠　annoyance　.　　　“　　　MAYBE　SOMEONE　GOT　FED　UP　WITH　THAT　DINGY　PLACE’S　SERVICE　.　　　”　　　take　that,　　graves　.

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thresh’s little wispy aura changes with his “emotions” (they are very limited) and it’s hard to tell. natural greens are his normal level, teal-er colors indicate anything from small bits of shame to fear, while deep blues are when he’s at his weakest aka; fully connected to a human sensation.

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