#thuashdore

[shadowsblades]

genuine meta question: will valeera ever *not* make fun of beau's ears? answer the question

@thuashdore // unsolicited asks

          The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off. The mockery will stop as soon as Beau cuts them off.

[synthmama]

@thuashdore frome here.

“Define ‘talking.’“ It’s a dangerous question, but Quinn’s aware of the saying on curiosity and cats. An elbow props herself against a stack of crates; glass cradled loosely in hand, swirling with amber liquid. The room stinks of alcohol and sweat, and she savors the opportunity to lean her head near a window, the lower panes busted out and drafting the faintest breeze of sea and brine. 

                         “Though I gotta ask: just how do you put up with this?”

[mamaterasu]

          at first there was only the bleak greyness,   the all convulging nothingness that paints itself across the sky.  but there is a dip of colour.  a sudden splash of molten hues.  this is not the fire of destruction,  rather the fire of remaking,  life everlasting.  her presence is near,  it is all around but when she steps into this world,  the very mountains bend and shift.  soon,  the warm golden light of a summer’s afternoon spills across the paladin’s face. 

            ❛  we meet once again,   dearest champion.  ❜   an all too familiar voice rings out aloud,  but the manifestation she has chosen differs this time around.  her cheeks are crowned with starlight and fair distant petals,  all whirling around the brilliance of her form.  yet even now,  it was almost as though this shape could not fully contain the impossible being it housed.   ❛   how goes your quest  ?  i hope you have not endured such sorrow.  ❜  

@thuashdore    //  🌱

[gilneans-a]

@thuashdore​ wanted to REALISE A DREAM --

        ❝ Trust  you  to  vanish  off  the  face  of  Azeroth  for  a  few  years  and  come  back  with  a  bloody  city, ❞ the  woman  remarked,  grinning  from  ear  to  ear  at  the  sheer  absurdity  that  came  with  the  revelation  ---  though  she  wasn’t  surprised  when  it  came  to  a  certain  Bo’dariel  Dawnstrider.  ❝ Don’t  worry,  I’ll  leave  the  brokering  of  assets  to  my  father.  You  can  deal  with  him  now  that  you’re...  monarch?  Caretaker?  Whatever  it  is  you  wish  to  be  called. ❞

[oflightsgrace-a-blog]

step on me pls

shiva stepped on you like two times on our last pony runs and not me so frankly ur undeserving, get out.

[volentis]

Com for @thuashdore tyvm for supporting me, everyone should check Beau flexing thats good for your health 😎

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[vorcotec]

@thuashdore

          “It is time for you to go.”

          She has had enough. She will permit no more crossed boundaries, no more tampering with the laws of her world: dead is dead, and always will be. Beau is dead, and always will be--so Aides has come for her. She stands a dark-clad pillar, draped in fabric, her face inscrutable.

          “I will show you the way myself.” 

[spectralhunt]

thuashdore replied to your post “ngl that meme in which you pick up someone’s muse is my favorite”

take me for a shoulder ride!!!!!!

He complies, because that’s the only good use for his height, aside from fetching that thing you really can’t seem to reach from the highest shelf.