#isodes

[bringmisery]

sc.      ( @isodes​​ )

     Vex is busy. She’s sulking, which is her most important job, duh. Also, it’s all she’s done recently. Dumb Viego got his stupid queen back and now he doesn’t even have time to hang out with her anymore. As if Vex needed more proof that love is the worst and it makes cool people, who just might understand her vision, suck super hard.

     So she and shadow have been mostly on their own. Viego’s being an idiot and Thresh went all normie, so her hangout prospects are dwindling rapidly. There’s still one person around that she could maybe chill with, but...

       ❝ do you even like being a ghost?? ❞ She scoffs, laying on her belly on Shadow’s clawed hand so that it can lift her up to be at eye-level. Assuming the answer is no before Isolde even has a chance to speak, she says, ❝ U G H. why’s viego obsessed with you, even, huh?? ...you don’t seem very interesting to me. ❞

[claustritumus]

@isodes​　　　——— —　　　s　.

𝙸𝚃　　𝙸𝚂　　𝙰　　𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙳　　𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚈,　　　much　like　he,　　𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥　in　such　cold　　&.　　callous　𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥,　　his　wrist　guiding　the　scythe　in　his　palm　to　etch　open　thousands　　　——— —　　　𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠　𝑜𝑓　𝑡ℎ𝑒　𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔　𝑡𝑜　𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑　.　　　in　this　moment,　　𝙽𝙾　　𝙶𝙾𝚁𝙴　　𝙷𝙰𝚂　　𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽　　𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳,　　there　is　only　the　warden,　　&.　　one　𝘱𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨　his　dangerous　　&.　　devouring　pursuit　of　knowledge　.　　　despite　his　urges　to　envelop　what　he　𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡　𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑑,　　there　is　distance　　　——— —　　　as　if　one　step　forwards　would　𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫　his　aged　body,　　into　pieces　unrecognizable　.

“　　　YOU,　　　”　　　a　smile　𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴　into　his　voice,　　as　if　he　is　but　a　child　𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔　𝑡ℎ𝑒　𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠　𝑜𝑓𝑓　𝑎　𝑓𝑙𝑦;　　the　sensation　of　pulling　the　unknown　at　the　seams.　　　“　　　SHARE　A　LIGHT　THAT　HAS　ESCAPED　ME　.　　　”　　　his　lantern,　　𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨　ever　constant,　　shares　excitement　in　a　shrill　bout　of　shrieks　　&.　　hisses　.　　　𝚆𝙴　　𝙰𝙻𝙻　　𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙴　　𝙵𝙾𝚁　　𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃　　𝚆𝙴　　𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚃　　𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴,　　it　is　painful,　　𝑖𝑡　𝑖𝑠　𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙　.

“　　　CAN　YOU　ANSWER　FOR　YOUR　SURVIVAL,　　WRAITH　　?　　　”

[teluminum]

soft   wind   travels   through   the   grass,   gently   playing   with   it   &   forcing   it   into   a   flowing   motion,   touching   few   flowers   &   their   fragile   petals   ,   shimmering   under   the   naked   sky,   illuminated   by   the   moon   &   stars,   hanging   high   above   &   overseeing   the   night.   the   sight   was   so   gorgeous,   breathtaking,   yet   so   many   people   slept   through   this   magical   time   &   missed   it   all.   oh   how   the   crickets   hidden   around   played   their   lovely   songs,   comforting   the   broken   soul   that   stood   in   the   middle   of   it   all,   with   his   face   turned   to   the   MOON   ,   just   as   if   he   was   looking   into   his   own   reflection   in   it’s   surface.   to   no   avail   however.   

LET   IT   GO   -   a   voice   rings   quietly   in   the   back   of   his   head,   repeating   the   horrible   words   that   he   so   wanted   to   believe   were   not   true   -   SHE’S   GONE   -   it   says   it   again,   &   again,   night   after   night   as   he   shows   in   the   same   spot   each   time.   hoping   for   something   to   happen.   for   SOMEONE   to   finally   come   here,   searching   for   him   just   as   he   was   searching   for   them.   

how   long   has   it   been   since   he’s   seen   HER   ?   he   couldn’t   remember,   it   felt   like   years.   but   he   knew   perfectly   it   was   his   own   fault.   he   didn’t   want   to   risk   losing   her,   he   didn’t   want   her   in   danger,   &   all   he   ever   wanted   was   to   protect   her   from   his   awful   part   of   life.   yet   -   there   he   was,   alone   afterall.   HE   LOST   HER.   

he   stood   still   for   few   more   minutes,   a   noctum   flower   twirling   in   his   hand   impatiently.   it   had   to   be   the   night,   he   just   knew   it.   shutting   down   the   voice   that   so   annoyed   him   he   closed   his   eyes   &   took   a   deep   breath,   making   a   childish   wish   upon   a   falling   star.   nothing   would   happen   for   a   long   while,   just   the   wind   toying   with   his   outfit   &   dark   hair,   slightly   longer   than   how   she   remembered   him   -   WOULD   she   remember   him   ?   

silly   thoughts   filled   his   mind   when   suddenly   -   the   breeze   took   on   speed   &   strength   for   just   a   split   of   second   as   if   signing   into   something.   he   shivered   slightly   as   he   felt   someones   presence   just   behind.   he   froze,   not   daring   to   even   peek   over   his   shoulder…   overwhelming   unfamiliar   feeling   left   him   but   a   statue   in   the   middle   of   nowhere,   filled   with   odd   anxiety   he   would   not   feel   in   quite   a   while.   was   it   …   her   ?  

@isodes​

[svellsonger]

presenting a small , neatly wrapped present out to nunu — completed with a blue bow on top. inside ? a hand stitched toy , one he previously had drawn on paper ; now brought to life . . quite literally as it rattles within box. “ happy birthday , little hero ! ”

she  is  a  fairy,     or  so  she  whispers,     words  light  upon  lips  and  twinkle  in  her  eyes.     nunu  likes  to  listen  to  her  stories  of  olde  and  get  lost  in  her  world,     curled  up  comfy  against  the  seamstress  as  she  speaks  of  knights  on  horses,     royal  balls,     monsters,     princes,     princesses.     boy  nurtures  a  sense  of  creativity  with  these  tales,     having  recently  gone  on  to  sketch  numerous  figments  of  his  own  imagination.    

the  work  had  been  inelegant at  best,     however  GRAND  in  his  head.     he  is  no  prodigy  in  the  visual  arts.     similarly,     clumsy  fingers  tear  apart  the  wrapping  paper  and  remove  the  bow.     excitement  is  barely  contained,     though  notai  child  is  well  -  mannered  enough  to  chirp  out  a,     “     thank  you     !     ”     before  the  lid  is  parted  from  the  box  in  his  arms.

curious  eyes  peer  down.     a  pair  of  similarly  colored  orbs  peer  back.     careful  hand  is  outstretched  to  take  the  toy  in  hand,     gentle  as  the  familiar  creature  moves  to  nuzzle  against  his  fingers.     face  glows  with  a  confused  bewilderment  first,     then  excitement.     boy’s  head  jerks  back  to  look  to  seamstress  with  wide  eyes.     “     it’s  a  dragon     !     MY  dragon     !     and  it’s     ...     it’s  MOVING     !!!!     ”

gingerly,     boy  cups  the  toy  in  his  hands,     careful  not  to  hurt  the  creature  with  careless  touch.     soon  after,     he  all  but  crashes  into  isolde,     looking  to  be  held.     “     how     ?     how’d  you  make  it  come  alive     ?     ”

[svellsonger]

[ smooches ]  to kiss my muse on the lips // akshan {:<

it  is  far  too  chaste,     light  upon  his  lips  as  her  steps  are.     akshan  leans  in  as  though  to  expect  more,     though  smirk  is  quickly  replaced  with  furrowed  brow.     noise  of  confusion  is  made,     betrayed  huff  following.     delicate  features  are  deceptive:     shuriman  sentinel  has  been  fooled  once  more.     

“     my  love,     you  tease  far  too  much     !     ”     bottom  lip  juts  out,     a  familiar  expression  of  complaint.     knowing  smile  plays  at  the  seamstress,     and  perhaps  this  bug  of  mischief  is  contagious,     for  it  is  mirrored  upon  akshan’s  own  visage  soon  enough.

quickly,     strong  arms  sweep  her  up  and  to  his  chest.     her  build  is  smaller  than  his  own,     frame  slotted  against  his  slender  one,     leaving  woman  susceptible  to  attack.     he  presses  his  nose  to  hers,     chuckle  rising  in  his  throat.     quick  is  he  to  allow  himself  a  moment’s  reprieve  against  the  corner  of  her  mouth,     though  he  ensures  her  frustration  with  his  own  restraint.     not  once  does  he  DARE  approach  her  lips  with  his  own,     line  of  light  kisses  drawn  across  her  forehead  and  cheeks.

[claustritumus]

@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　.　　　”

[claustritumus]

@isodes​　　　"✿ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧"　　　——— —　　　pre-established relationship　　　...　　　(　　always accepting　　)

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  ( ruination possibilities? )  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  ( in a corrupting sense maybe? )  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

[chiromotif]

" oh, darling... don't cry. there was nothing you could've done to prevent this... " @ annie 💭

Isolde's words, unfortunately, have very little impact on Annie. Fat, shiny tears run down her cheeks as she clutches Tibbers to her chest. The bear’s arm dangles by a single black thread, singed stuffing spilling out.

“No! I coulda... I could...” she draws an arm across her face, trying to wipe the tears away. “He’s broken!”

She stamps her foot, a burst of flame erupting around it. “He’s broken! And you can’t fix him, ‘cause- ‘cause he’ll get angry... And it’s my fault!”