#Spirit Blossom Thresh

[odekoyma]

Where to start... I really-REALLY want the sibling be connected to Thresh somehow and I REALLY-REALLY want to make Thresh obsessed with the Moon (Alune)

Bonus Thresh & Aphelios from 2022

[kohnnor]

spirit blossom thresh (from 2021 i think?)

[aurelion-solar]

“Hope Blooms” - Spirit Blossom Lillia Wild Rift Trailer

[saey707]

Spirit blossom Thresh x fem!reader please

✿ Prompt: The spirit of obsession, Thresh, wants to preserve your mortal innocence ✿

♡ champion focus: thresh ♡ tw: slight nsfw, obsession ♡ Fem reader

Author’s Note: Thank you for suggesting! Since this request was unspecified I went with something a tinier bit naughty for Spirit Blossom! Thresh. Also! This work is not a female reader, but the reader is implied to be feminine ☆〜（ゝ。∂）Enjoy!

Purity was frequently symbolized by the color white. Untouched, like fresh, moonlit snow. It was delicate, frail, and blameless even... It was the color Thresh used to describe you.

You were a tender, ivory blossom, something much more divine than that of any other mortal spirit that crossed the realm. From the moment Thresh’s lantern itched to taste your soul, he knew he had to have you. He knew he couldn’t allow you to stray down the same monotonous path that damned fox led all those other souls on... No, not you. 

In the eyes of the spirit realm’s cruel warden, you had so much potential. And Thresh always had a taste for the finer things, things with potential and endless opportunity, things that were shapable to his every desire and ill thought. It was not a mere passion of his, but an obsession. 

But you... Oh, you were more than he could have ever imagined. You were an angel to him, something he observed to be pure of heart, full of happiness and light. You were blessed. And blessed souls were the souls that had fulfilling lives, full of happiness and endearing memories, the ones who would be led down the path of nirvana. Sweet paradise...

How disgusted it made the spirit of obsession, how bitter a taste it was on his tongue. Paradise and nirvana... More like a privilege in Thresh's eyes. Something his poor, lost souls could never attain...

But, fear not, little soul. Even you who are as blessed as the moon's light could still find comfort inside his lantern...

Unlike the occasional mistakes he’s made as a father to all his spirits, Thresh was positive you wouldn’t be one of them... And he would perfectly manipulate you right into his loving arms.

Thresh pinned your half-naked figure down by the neck, against the plush and cloud-like cushioning, leering over your beautiful, untouched form. Your back was facing him, allowing him the perfect, view of your vulnerable, bare skin, as well as every deliciously feminine curve that outlined your figure.

The demon's large, tendril-like fingers pinning you by the nape of your neck began to slowly rub your bare skin, stopping just above your posterior. The slight scraping of his nails against your back sent shivers down your spine, Thresh admiring how sensitive to the touch you were.

He began to rub your hip, the massive being propping himself up behind you.

"You're gorgeous..." He praised you.

You were barely able to feel his wispy breath against the side of your face, but it was enough to leave you desperate and longing for him to panegyrize and admire you even more.

He yanked your body to turn the other way, your arms instinctively moving up to cover your bare breasts, only for him to stop you.

His sadistic and devilish eyes lured you right in, causing you to drop your arms, one hand against your collarbone, the other sprawled out beside you.

Thresh dragged his nail against your jawline, craning his neck forward to lean in, meeting you face to face.

"Tell me you like it here..." He brushed his lips against your chin.

"I like it here..." You responded shortly thereafter.

Your cheeks were flushed a perfect pink, edging him on.

"And... tell me you want to stay here with me..."

He was half shocked to hear himself request for you to say that, but even more so when you brought a hand up to tenderly caress his cheek, your lithe fingers brushing deep purple locks past his pointed ears.

"...I want to stay here with you..."

You beamed at him, the spirit sinking into your light-hearted touch. No matter how hard the spirit tried to study your face for any signs of imperfections or fear, your steady composure and certainty to remain by his side... Almost frightened himself.

"You... are the most peculiar soul I have ever come across." He commented, his ears ringing happily with your authentic laughter.

"I would hope that's a good thing, Spirit..."

Your lips barely grazed against his own, Thresh shutting his eyes.

And... For the first time in a long time, the sadistic spirit of obsession smiled.

"Perhaps not all bad... Though, I do find your purity... Enticing."

You were everything and more, pulling him along to the brink of insanity with your gentle smiles and loving grasp.

All that he wanted, everything he couldn’t have, sprawled out perfectly before him. Yet... Beneath him, he envisioned you so beautifully terrified. Scared underneath his hold, his scornful eyes taunting you. The gentle whisper of words making him wonder... What to do with you...

He chuckled, tapping his nail against his cheek.

How can he think such salacious thoughts about a soul? What in his right mind was torturing him to think so lasciviously?

How horrible was he for wanting you already? To ravage that purity and uncertainty, tainting you and your chances of ever attaining that sickening paradise.

He gnawed away at his own thoughts and temptations to just fuck you right now, making you scream and purr out his name every time he slammed into you..! Would you say his name? Or perhaps something more unexpected? Oh, Thresh certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to call him father if you wished...

"It's insatiable... My hunger. At the same time I cannot find myself wishing to consume you. It's as if you're... Lacking something vital."

Such a statement left you uneasy, Thresh reeling in his own thoughts right before you. It left you to wonder... What was on his mind?

You could only watch in the brevity of it all, torturously observing how Thresh's mind swirled with ideas, his facial expressions contorting into unreadable states that left you wondering what ideas he was conjuring up.

And the longer you reeled...

The more terrified you felt beneath his sadistic stare.

It was as if you were becoming more aware of the impending doom that was beginning to unfold and reveal it's truth right before your eyes.

"Maybe... We should... Stop and have a meal then..." You shakily suggested, the demon grabbed at your chin to shut you up. He could feel the slight tremble of your breath and the way your eyes dilated as soon as he grabbed you.

And oh how he loved it...

There it was! The sweet, beautiful fear upon his little soul's face was the secret sauce!

"Ah ah ah~ Don't try take back your words now, we're just getting started." Thresh spoke lowly, barely suppressing the maniacal giggles by gnawing his fanged teeth into his index finger.

However, when you began to squirm underneath his confines, he shook his head.

"Oh, don't worry, little one... I'll be gentle..."

He would make sure he would be the only man that would ever get to touch you and hold you so intensely, so much so that you would be sublimely meek and eager to meet his tender-loving cruelty.

Because you were a white lily ensnared in the cold hands of the devil himself... and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you go.

"For now..."

[voidcat]

— fool’s bloom

characters: spirit blossom thresh (spirit of obsession) x gn!reader

a/n: idek what this is- months of silence and I decided to write a quick league of legends thingy LMAO in favor of ignoring neurology uhuh owo anywyas enjoy slight undertones of a thresh growing jealous and possessive but turning a blind eye to/ignoring these emotions

For all the years he has roamed Runaterra, Thresh thinks he has figured people out pretty much by now.

Foolish little creatures, driven by their fears and impulses, desires and selfishness, it all becomes the same after a while for the grim wraith himself.

Takes one to know one, one of the souls once dared speak up, he hadn’t even noticed he was thinking out loud until then; with a not so gentle shake of his lantern, signaling what shall await them later that night, he shuts the damned soul up in no time.

Foolish little creatures, but not as dull as he has come to find them as of late, Thresh thinks as he spots the figure his eyes have grown familiar with.

Wraith or not, he is not one to succumb so easily to violence and the satisfaction born from others sufferings.

Thresh is a collector first and foremost; of people, souls, memories, their agonies and fading selves, all the emotions that make them people, brimming to the fullest yet unaware they’ll never reach the surface again.

The dark waves of the sea with its harsh waves, he keeps them underwater forever and ever.

He sees some souls unfit for his reaping, and some, he decides to wait. To let them mature, or for your case, allow them a glimpse at him, glowing mist of bad news and horns above his head, letting the seeds of fear spread into your chest, for the next time you will shake with terror like none other.

Except; you prove an exception to that.

He finds you odd, and a little off putting if he were still a mere human. Instead of running away, it almost feels as him you’re seeking him out, intentionally.

A fool, no matter the feeling underneath the actions.

Ah, but that lack of fear takes the fun out of him and by now you seem to know it too. Going as far as to call out to him and wave a hand, as if he can mistake your voice for anyone else in that deserted forest— “Hey mister warden! Fancy joining me for a cozy afternoon tea?”

A fool, he murmurs the words again and disappears before you can catch up to him. Yet it doesn’t go unnoticed by him how your shoulders drop once he is out of your sight. Surely you’re not as stupid enough to actually mean your offer now?

It’s not so bad per see, he decides. You make the most exceptional distraction for him to collect more souls, even if you notice or not. With the presence of someone else in the same place as them, people feel safe, let their guards down; not expecting his scythe to land, nor the glowing lantern to become their new homes.

Maybe he will allow you to roam a little longer, until you grow old, or witness him in action and begin to fear— another miscalculation on his part, he will soon find out, as he did with any matter relating to you.

Souls ripped apart from their once-hosts, sucked into the lantern like petite flowers in bloom, his scythe still warm and swaying in the air slightly, Thresh catches your eyes on him, watching from afar. He thinks, at last, the moment of fear has come, until he sees your mouth agape, pupils dilated, with fascination in your eyes; a fool or an oddity? He once more finds himself lacking to describe as to what you are.

Accepting that your increasing offers will not end any time soon, nor the time to reap your soul will come any sooner, he lets out a sigh and carries on like he always did, ignoring you majority of the time. At this point he is unsure himself whether he wants your soul to be with him for an eternity, he doubts even death can part you with that fascination in your eyes and admiration written all over your face— what is it about him that has you so impressed, he wonders from time to time.

Even though it is still a mystery as to why you’re so attached to him, in the process Thresh hasn’t realized his attachment to you in return.

Only with your sudden lack of presence one day he realizes, and wonders where you are. You were watching him with those doe eyes from the side just a moment ago; what is it that kept you from following him? He finds himself hurrying, reaping the soul at hand not so elegantly, as if he ever cared about such things, and halts when he hears your voice raised.

Your singsong melody has become such a constant for him that he has forgotten you don’t speak with anyone like this. You sound worried, he notices, until an unfamiliar voice hushes you, ordering you to keep quiet and few other things he fails to recognize as he hurries.

A quick sway and throw of his scythe and the man is stunned, then pulled towards him, right into the lantern as he raises it in the intruder’s direction.

A rash action on his part, he realizes, only after this sound of quick and rhythmic beating stops ringing in his ears and he feels the velocity of something warm thrown into his direction, not strong enough to cause a shake in his posture— his arms faltering, he looks down to be met with your body pressed into his, arms wrapped around him, tightly, that he realizes the shake is happening somewhere deep down, not on any levels physical but something entirely different.

A new unfamiliarity he would like to think, but he knows better, he has been aware of this unknown brewing inside him for a while, allowing it to bloom with each passing interaction.

Only when he feels the drop of a weight, Thresh realizes he has let go of his scythe, the now vacant hand finding its way to your back; at the contact, he feels you tighten your hold, burying your head further to his chest— clearing his mind of his arising thoughts, he leaves it for another time to wonder what this will bring for the two of you now; for now, he allows himself to feel your hold on him, your warmth soon blending into his; your calm, even breaths and fast beating heart the only things he hears.

[kurumi-igarashi]

STILL A WIP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[anyalotl]

[thesquishiee]

I did this a while ago so I’m just gonna put it here

[tiger-ladie-xx]

Thresh (Hazbin Hotel)| League Of Legends

[wardens-art]

Never doing a sketchpage like this again 😩😩

[meowlindax]

Inspired by Spirit Blossom Thresh 🌸

[biggestzam]

Today's the day I get Spirit Blossom Thresh's scythe primed and paintable. I didn't make this model and will link the artist under the cut!

Fully formed and ready for clay

Using clay to hide the seams before sanding it smooth

https://cults3d.com/en/3d-model/game/spirit-blossom-thresh-scythe

Printing this probably took a cumulative 30 hours with reprints and stuff

[ohnoitstbskyen]

Spirit Blossom Thresh is a spicy fantasy for spicy fans

Spirit Blossom Thresh is the reason Riot made the mistake of creating the Unbound Thresh skin, but let’s talk about why they thought it would work.

Spirit Blossom Thresh is the Collector, an avaricious Demon of Obsession, who collects souls in which he sees sparks of potential. Where base Thresh delights in the suffering of those he captures, Spirit Blossom Thresh is motivated by a kind of twisted love, seeing himself as the only creature truly able to care for and nurture his victims, even if that "nurturing" is often quite painful. And the way he captures them is explicitly with temptation and seduction, luring them away from the safe paths, into darker domains where he can ensnare them.

Making him a hot monster man who optionally masquerades as a hot human man plays into that fantasy, it tells his story, it supports his core characteristics, it's part of what makes him dangerous and compelling. This is a kinky skin appealing to kinky fantasies, and my god is it executed well, the League community was drowning in thirst when this boy was revealed and for good reason. This is a damn good alternate universe SKIN.

[aurelion-solar]

Spirit Blossom Thresh - League of Legends: Wild Rift

[thehigherthetide]

Spirit Blossom Thresh

Wild Rift Promo Art by Roz X

[voidcat]

A LIL QUICK EXPO/CONTEXT ON THE THRESH THING BC I WILL TRY TO BE OFF SOCMED TO STUDY IN THE FOLLOWING DAYS BUT—

Basically it all starts w him rescuing u u intentionally but that’s partially the beginning. This just sparks ur interest when few creeps who were harassing u are suddenly pulled away and killed, their souls harvested by The Collector everyone always speaks in fear of.

With time and as discreet as u can be, u begin to follow him and watch with fascination as he collects each soul- be it the way they glimmer and bloom in his lantern, how quickly he transforms and reveals his true form when doing his ‘art’, the way he Carries himself, acts and how the life leaves the eyes of those in mere moments is captivating- thus begins your fascination and obsession with the person representing the spirit of obsession.

His, in return, begins much later than yours; not paying much mind to you before he opts to go on with his deeds and bringing misfortune to those who were u fortunate enough to cross his path. Only one day when your familiar watchful eyes are missing that he grows curious, soon hears a third voice that doesn’t belong to you nor himself- seeing some mere mortals dare speak, bother and harass what he has by now considered a part of his life, belonging to him; he attacks them in a rush and rescues you for a second time.

Letting go of the physical boundaries and in respect to his you held all this time, you run to his side and embrace him at his (once again, unintentional) display of something akin to care.

From then on you both return to what you were, only broken with him occasionally agreeing to your offers of having a drink or a meal. Not that he cares for food like mortals do but it is amusing to watch you eat, drink and talk about your day as if you don’t spend all your time tailing him around and thinking of him (you’d probably let out a loud “HEY” at his claim with flushed cheeks, he muses)

The mutual obsession blooms into full moon when he rolls his eyes one day and taps the space near him, signaling for you to sit there- an offer you happily take up on, and in the blink of an eye too; before he can pull his hand back to himself, you’re already glued next to him, your calf resting against his leg- its best he doesn’t know it yet that were it not for you to rush to his side clumsily, you’d try and sit on his leg, preferably on his lap- but you’re not exactly dying to test his patience when he has just warmed up to physical affection just yet.