god this muse was an absolute blast. but all good things must come to an end, and i think i’ll go ahead and archive good ol’ bm thresh before he overstays his welcome.
thank you all for making this blog so fun and amazing.
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falls in love with clip studio paint
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I had a place where I lay my head They burnt it to the ground and the sky turned r e d
grabs the hems of his kimono and stomps his way through the carnage
“WATCH OUT BITCH. WATCH OUT BITCH”
But I swear to God,
I’m going to change the world.
Pierce the Veil, “Stained Glass Eyes and Colorful Tears”, Collide with the Sky (via wnq-music)
ionian-storm-chaser replied to your post: cackles!!!! and downs a mouthful of cookies.
‘Why don’t you have mochi instead? It tastes better.. .especially the matcha ones!’
“ my dear, sweet child. i have dined upon ionian cuisine for one thousand years ! i tire of the same plates !“
cackles!!!!
and downs a mouthful of cookies.
catena-custodi replied to your post: thresh used to be a deity that the vastaya...
Molag Baaaaaaaal
BM!Thresh functions more like Nocturnal or Mephala, rather than Molag Bal.
thresh used to be a deity that the vastaya worshiped, before humans came to ionia and brought their own religion. and, he is one of the very few deities that remain loyal to the vastaya. and grant them his favor and protection !
coughs something about nid having very diluted vastayan blood in her
SEE Nidalee is somewhat different.
A half-vastaya like Swain, Thresh does scoff at. But Nidalee respects nature, she’s a part of it. And that goes against what Thresh despises about humans entirely!
Anonymous asked:
what about people who are half human half vastaya? how does thresh feel about them?
thresh sees them as a waste of magic potential, and repulsive.
partially due to the fact that he associates them with his own experience with humans. he views vastaya who love humans as traitors and worthless.
whereas thresh despises humans, he is sworn to protect the vastya.
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How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!
how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! For thou hast said in thine heart; (I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north—–)
I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most Exalted.
( Indie Blood Moon Thresh, Reestablished 7/9/2017)
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“oh. i’ve got more demons where that came from. “
“oh. i’ve got more demons where that came from. “
((MAN THAT POETRY POST THING SPEAKS TO MY HEART I LOVE POETRY THANK))
HEHEHEE NP!!! i absolutely adore that meme and i had to do it!
glad u enjoyed it as much as I did!
Famous First Lines of Poetry
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i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked// tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;
out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveller from an antique land
‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man,
that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love,
had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art–// thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach ! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.