#trcpped

it was pretty sad tbh. i was very surprised nobody - especially the tanks - built any MR. i cleaved right through them. what’s worse is that they didn’t abuse their CC to stop me from ulting them.

omg pls NO  NOT KALISTA ZED MAN

we’re gonna make a new sitcom called ‘Ekko and the 7 Moms’ 

ma’am don’t you have to go to bed

“High pitched keenin’, a song far longer than it should have been. Unwillin’ to let the listener go, it keeps you trapped. An aggressive sound, one unpleasant to fall upon your ears. Most sounds you shall come across- this one shall find you.”

savage

the mummy approached the ghastly warden, small steps making pap pap sounds on the dirt, the soil being scuffled around && getting caught between the strips of linen on his feet. he looked up at the man, a hand reaching to tug at the robes that adorned the chain warden. a gulp of fear was swallowed before he spoke. “mister thresh?” he started, voice creaking. “can i ask you a favor, mister thresh? p-- please?”

            it was followed by an attached image of ezreal in the middle of                 a carpet, phallic symbols scrawled over his face. it was quickly chased by the                 profile of an aggravated talon at the wheel. no reply still. she’d stumble out the                vehicle,awarding her designated driver a sloppy smooch on the cheek. she                 remembered this place. stuck up; polished. she’d saunter by the doorman,                 who believed her as she slurred thresh’s name.             the elevator ride, slow, but with jaunty classical music streaming through speakers,            fueled impatience. jinx hadn’t thought this through much at all, it was a drunken idea            spawned by drunken aggravation. what did this guy do all night anyway; netflix?            numbers  spilled between teeth as eyes grazed each doors golden plate. faint            sluggish nod  confirmed. index would press against black circle and push. not once,            not twice, but   ten times.                                        ❝ h ey. hey !! loser !! i brought the party to you ! ❞                       true to her word, between willowy fingers was a half bottle of bourbon whiskey.                 it was part  of the host’s private selection.