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Be mine?

1st place prize for @mortiscausa! I’ve actually never drawn a decent picture of Thresh before, so this was certainly interesting. :O

#AAA #THANK GOD #i love it

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What is human existence? It turns out it’s pretty simple: We are dead stars, looking back up at the sky.

Michelle Thaller  (via thequotejournals)

#the sweet tones of misery. (musings)

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im in the wrong realm and i think everyone can tell

#thresh

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#what a wonderful world! (aes)

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Once you’ve accepted your flaws no one can use them against you.

Unknown  (via m-orbide)

#thresh: what flaws!!!!!! (poses) #the sweet tones of misery. (musings)

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i would hotline miami au literally anything. id die for hotline miami au thresh

#it's over when i say. (ooc)

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#what a wonderful world! (aes)

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#what a wonderful world! (aes)

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#what a wonderful world! (aes)

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theendlesshunt replied to your post: Thresh sits silently on the ground with his legs...

Digust…

sneers.

You.

#theendlesshunt

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Thresh sits silently on the ground with his legs crossed. His eyes are narrowed and his jaw is set; he appears to be in very deep contemplation. His thumb and index finger brush over his chin as he thinks to himself.

Yesterday, he was called a vile fart cloud.

Okay.  Whatever. He sort of understands. He is vile, there’s definitely no disputing that. All of the smoke and flames may sometimes equate him to a cloudy shape or form, even with the coat.

But a fart? A fart? Really?

A fart, motherfucker?

That guy has some nerve. He’s not even that shade of green! A fart would be like, a much paler, less striking shade. Eventually, he clenches his fist.

“The next person to make such a ludicrous claim will suffer. I swear it.”

#Local Skeleton Can't Calm Down #hes being silly as usual

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#what a wonderful world! (aes)

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thresh, a curator of fine arts 

been playing w/ my friend’s thresh a lot recently :O so i thought i’d draw the chain warden (and his little legs)

#thresh: !!!!

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THINGS YOUR CHARACTER ABSOLUTELY CANNOT STAND

BOLD = your character does not enjoy this italic = your character is begrudgingly okay with this, used to it or will at least look the other way strikethrough = your character displays this trait, approves of and/or engages in this behavior (or item)

swearing/profanity | being petted | certain colors | nail-biting | quiet environments or people | loud environments or people | slang usage | mumbling | tapping | knocking | rocking back and forth | humming | twiddling their thumbs | nails on chalkboard | hedonism | off key singing | obnoxiousness | overconfidence or cockiness | crying | shyness | scratching | proper grammar/formal speech | not chewing with their mouth closed | belching | unshaven/unkempt people | poor hygiene | yelling | certain smells | religious people | non-religious people | zealots | hypocrisy | arrogance | ignorance | defiance | racism | prejudice | assumptions being made about them | rumors | arguing | infidelity or cheating | backstabbing | routines | gluttony | laziness | procrastination

TAGGED BY: no one i stole it!!

TAGGING: @tengoku-no-chi + @soulsurvivcr + @eciled

#about the chain warden. #!!! #u dont gotta but #!

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SOME SALT ON THIS BITTERSWEET DAY. —— accepting.

(  -inhales-  boi  )

    Eyes would narrow almost instantly, fists clenched, trembling.  His best attempt is given to remain calm and gathered, but OH, it’s HARD.  For a second or two there’s only silence.  And then :     ❛ how can you LIVE with yourself ?? ❜   Hatred turns into burning scorn, a disgusted frown on his lips.  He’s not only speaking for himself, or the ones he has lost, no ——  his anger fueled by every single poor soul trapped within that eerie cage of a lantern, every life, every man, woman and child stolen by the Black Mist.      So many lives, lost.  HOW DARE THEY.  They have NO RIGHT to claim the lives of other’s, as if it was theirs to take.                                                  To be cleansed would be a relief.                                                    They deserve a fate WORSE.                                                     ❛ you. repel. me.  all of you. ❜ 

#(thresh squats) 'i dont live with myself. im dead u fool' #POOR LUCIAN MFW

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he descends, silken white strands wrap around the green-lit specter in an almost embrace. his arms loop over thresh's shoulders, porcelain mask bumps against the specters face. ' oh, but my delightful mirror. i did not forget. i come bearing a gift. just for you. ' souls were quite gaudy, certainly thresh had enough. so, to him, he brought fourth a display. a variety of men and women, both holy and not, inches from death. ' i brought TOYS for you to play with. isn't it fun? '

Thresh is always, always honored and delighted to be in the presence of himself, deified and eternal and beautiful; he clasps his hands together and sets his jaw tightly enough that the flames only escape from the notches in his skull. Of course his respect is reserved only for himself. Of course.

“Ah--!”

And then his jaw drops, far lower than usual, and after he manually reaches down and puts it back in place, he throws his arms into the air and lets loose his usual raucous, booming laughter for the hundredth time tonight.

“Sweet merciful divines--this is spectacular! Fun indeed, entertaining beyond measure and generous beyond imagination. How gracious you are.”

He could only hope to be as grand as this particular mirror. In his dreams, maybe!

(Or perhaps in another life.)

#happy valentine's day! #THATS CUTE IN A MORBID WAY I LOVE THEM #beneaththeredmoon

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— You are the first undead I've meet... (If we don't count Hecarim) that is 'nice' so I brought you a gift for this Valentine Day, the helpless soul of a desesperate criminal. Enjoy it.

“Nice? I am not—oh?!”

Thresh is so quick to snatch up that soul that he swings the lantern to do it, and naturally, this violent action causes all of the souls with the addition of the new one to erupt with screams. He cackles and shakes the fixture up and down, elated.

“Ha! Thank you sincerely, my dear. Perhaps you are deserving of my kindness, then.”

#impcratix #HES THRILLED #happy valentines day!