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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 & 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯... 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 & 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘈𝘩𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳... 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦... 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 & 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘖𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦. 

 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 & 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 5 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 & 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴...𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴... 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦. 𝘈 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 & 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 & 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.

 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦.  

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵, 𝘈𝘩𝘳𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘱. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.

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@bloomedcarnage replied:

l ou dl y off e n de d

          “ listen, dude, your sense of aesthetic, whatever it is, creeps out a LOT of people. get the message already, BUDDY. if people ain’t enjoying it, it ain’t art. “

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♡ @bloomedcarnage

Artists, always so strange.

“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

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except you.

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“Are you hoping to stab me in the back?”

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     –How did he…?

     Zed cannot afford to wonder how Jhin noticed his presence. This is an enemy unlike any other he has dealt with. Loathe as he is to admit it, Jhin is far more clever than any Noxian general Zed has thwarted, and his fighting abilities match most of the Vastayans Zed has seen.

     If he takes the time to understand how Jhin noticed him, he will face the consequences of participating in one of this madman’s performances. 

     Zed shudders to think how they might have evolved with the strain of imprisonment weighing on Jhin’s psyche. 

     He holds himself still, feeling the energy in the air around him and keeping a shadow close at hand. If Jhin attacks, if he so much as moves the wrong way, Zed will be ready. 

     “I was hoping for far worse, but I will settle for less if it means ridding Ionia of your plague.” 

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“If there’s anything you want, just ask for it.”

the great gatsby starters

⋆ — “Anything? That’s a doozy.” He’s tempted, though. Despite the general sketchiness of the situation, he means. It’s just an old town, with all the thatch roofs spread across the ground, impossible to differentiate from the waist-high grass that now grows where there had once been roads. The place has been picked through, definitely, but Ezreal has reason to believe there’s something way more valuable than gold hidden in these ruins. 

    That is, before he got distracted. 

     He should be asking questions. Where did this guy get all this stuff? It only takes a glance to tell that he’s not an archaeologist and these aren’t relics. How did he get them here? Is he a merchant? Why would he set up shop around here? ... He should be asking questions, but he isn’t. He’s stepping closer, with blue eyes wide and impressed, and though each footfall is cautious, they’re not stopping. Seriously. There’s so much stuff.

      Common sense kicks in and Ezreal pauses, glancing at the stranger for just a moment before they slide back to the ... collection, pile, whatever. “Uh. There’s definitely a catch. What’s the catch?”