#ash blake

[asheternal]

Garden of Earthly Delights

[talesfrommedinastation]

This makes me DROOL with how gorgeous it is! Nice job on @moosethren's girl!

Actually one of my favorite commissions

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[fallen-ash19]

i found this photo on @imnotgayyelling’s profile and i had to save it to my camera roll, idk where they found it, but it has my heart and i’m still giggling at it lmao

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Ashes to Ashes ...

Blake: the Rusted Knight!

The Rusted Knight looked over it's shoulder as it approached the Jackelope

The Rusted Knight: ...

Yang: Still the Stoic, silent type you were in the book, huh.

After giving Juniper a soft pat, it shakily pulled out something - A Scroll, like the rest of them had - while lifting it's visor to reveal a set of softly glowing blue dots amidst a sea of of shimmering golden dust.

The Scroll jumped to life despite the obvious wear on the ancient device, and spat out choppy, contorted sentences fragmented together from old recordings

Scroll: TEAM- Ruby, I- am- Jaune ...

They all stared confused at the animated armor, in disbelief and shock.

Weiss: I'm sorry, what? You're Jaune?

The scroll sputtered back to life as the shield collapsed and expanded

Scroll: Vomit Boy! Short and sweet- Rolling- off- Tongues- Ladies- LOVE- it.

And for another moment they stared - only this time in complete horror.

They bumrushed the rusted platemail, clinging onto it like children to a stuffed toy. They felt a familiar sensation emanating from it, further cementing the Truth - This, whatever it was, was Jaune.

They held the armor as it shuddered, doing it's best to hold tight to them, the dust that held it together weakening in its overwhelming emotions - it'd be fine, it would pull itself together in the end - it always did. It always had to.

There was always someone to protect.

It just had one more duty before its Dust returned to ... dust.

[chiropteracupola]

He has cast me in shade / Night and morning have I prayed / Even turned their blood in me / Oh, those of little loyalty...

[rowlandson and marcellus, requested by @seaglassandeelgrass]

[lgbtqreads]

Most Anticipated LGBTQ+ Adult Fiction: July-December 2024

Peregrine Seas by R.C. Ballad (July 1st) Prince Peregrine couldn’t be happier to be kidnapped by pirates. Peregrine wasn’t cut out for the restrictive life of a nobleman – he’s hungry for adventure, prone to duelling, and his family refuse to believe he’s any kind of man at all. Despite his royal origins, he has more in common with the outcasts and rebels aboard the Cygnus that anyone onshore. He…

[mwonie]

You think I'm quiet but you can't see what's going on in my mind.

I need answers!!!

My mind is full of this crazy question:

[temilyrights]

alex blake’s profiling skills are so underrated!! she’s so skilled!!

[mystra-midnight]

⋆⁺₊✧ Welcome everyone to my bakery celebration for 500 followers! I’d like to start by saying a massive thank you to @inklore for creating the banner and dividers that will be used throughout this event. If you haven’t seen her blog, I highly recommend you check it out!

I truly never thought I’d get interactions when joining Tumblr, but you guys have helped me carve my own corner in this crazy world. To celebrate, I'm opening the doors to my bakery and inviting you to join me for some tasty treats!

THE RULES.

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CAKES, TARTS, SWEETS.

[Lamington] — describe yourself, and I’ll assign you a fictional boyfriend! Please specify any preferred fandoms!

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[asheternal]

bees parenting

original tweet by MinniiieIII

[ally-writes-many-things]

Master List of Everything

House of Ashes

Chicago PD-Coming Soon

Chicago Med-Coming Soon

Chicago Fire-Coming Soon

Maasverse-Coming Soon

The Empyrean-Coming Soon

Misc-Coming Soon

[fallen-ash19]

if yall wanna make it a competition between the two, by all means, idc. reblog it, share it, DO WHATEVER!!

[marchsage]

GRABBING AND SHAKING YOU. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TODAY IS (LACKTWO'S BIRTHDAY)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

+ extra sketch

[ashton-glover]

The noises in my head, they won't stop.

Ashton had shut the bathroom door just as a migraine struck him like a baseball bat to the head.

Urgh!!! Curling over, he slid down the adjacent wall, clutching at his hair as if it'd help ease the pain. But it never does. With great force, he clenched his jaws together to keep himself from screaming. He didn't want to wake Blake, not when she had work the next morning.

Struggling to stand up, Ashton relied only on touch and memory to find what he was looking for; with his migraine, opening his eyes would be opening himself up to a fresh new dose of blinding pain. Thankfully, his fingers found it at last — a seemingly ordinary pouch lodged at the very back of his bathroom cabinet beneath the sink. Zipping it open, he was quick to find — and swallow — a pill from inside.

Slumping back against the cool bathtub, he prayed he wouldn't have to wait for long.

The searing pain eventually ceased, and Ashton could breathe soundly again. Opening his eyes, he squinted at the fluorescent lights above him. And as if on cue, a soft knock was heard.

"Baby? You in there?" It was Blake. He must've woken her up. Shit.

"Yeah," he replied gruffly, trying to sound as normal as possible. "Just taking a piss. I'll be there soon."

"Oh, okay," she replied, though she didn't sound so convinced. "I'll see you there..." Thankfully, she didn't argue with him. He simply heard her little feet shuffle back to his bedroom and that was that.

Stowing his pouch back in its hiding place, Ashton pushed himself up to his feet only to be met by his own ghastly reflection. Though normally pale, he looked as white as a ghost this time. And as troubling as that may be, his looks were the last of his worries.

Truthfully, Ashton didn't want to go back to bed. Or more precisely, he didn't want to go back to sleep. Because no matter what, nothing has ever been able to silence the maddening noise inside his head. And for the first time in his life, he was afraid. Afraid that if Blake were to ever find out the source of this incessant noise, she'd leave him. And he simply couldn't have that.

[gxretoons]

Tears of the Lynx.

[savebatsfromscratch]

Hockey Watching - Palletshipping Week 1 (Roommates)

Summary:

Gary and Ash watch a hockey game together. (Au notes in final note in ao3 version, I put them at the top in this one.)

Notes:

Prompt: Roommates Note: The first thing I went to was watching a Hockey game together. …for some reason. I kinda made up my own Pokemon world teams, but feel free to imagine your favorite team I guess. (Though if it’s not the Sabers I don’t want you here. /light hearted) Also, for the record, they’re kind of American coded in this one. Whoops. I apologize for this look into my mind. Cws: Surprise kiss, sort of nonsensical writing Words: 1,791

End Notes:

…dude this is such a mess. (<- did not even try to edit it.)   Here’s a fun secret, I headcannon Blake (from Pokemon Adventures) as a Hockey player, and I made his number his dexholder number! :D I also headcannon Jun (from Pokemon Diamond and Pearl Adventure) as a Hockey player, and I made his number “3” because he has three total pokemon lol. I also put Hareta (from the same series) on his team and made him number “1” because that’s the number of my favorite Sabers goalie. :3 I also Headcannon Barry and Jun as triplets (the third being Pearl from Pokemon Adventures.) I also had to make up a last name for both Jun and Blake. For Jun I gave him “Aemilius,” because I went the roman route and it “was originally derived from the Latin word aemulus, which referred to equal or rival.” (iGENEA) And I gave Blake Rasmussen because it starts with an “r” sound and so does his Japanese name AND Rasmussen would look SICK on a Hockey jersey.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54803911

Prompts from here: @/shigerussato

Fic under the cut!

Gary plopped down on the couch in front of the already flickering TV, one hand clutched around a large can of some gross thing that Delia had bought them, and the other clinging desperately to an overfilled bowl of chicken wings. Already on the couch, Ash laughed and turned up the volume on the TV with the remote that he had apparently located. (Last time Gary had checked in, the two of them had been pretty sure that that thing was gone for good.)

“Is the game on yet?” He asked, setting the huge cup down on the coffee table (and releasing a short prayer that it wouldn’t spill) as he looked up at the current rush of ads across the television screen, “Who’s winning?”

Ash giggled and got halfway through a, “Not yet Oak,” before stopping and realizing that something was still missing from their Hockey watching spree. “Um, you did get us napkins, right?”

Gary looked around himself, and though he saw Ash’s fingerless glove clad hand already covered in Buffalo sauce, hovering unsurely about the rest of the chicken wings, he saw no napkins. “Oh dang it,” He let out an exasperated cry and smacked a hand to his forehead, “I forgot them in the other room, here, I’ll get them-,”

He went to stand, but all of a sudden the announcer sprang to life before them.

“Welcome to today’s game of Hockey,” he was saying, voice strong and accented like an old radio star, and speaking just as fast, “We’ve got a very interesting match up today,”

The second announcer interrupted, sounding just as excited as the first, “Thankfully for the Snowpoint Legends, it seems that number 3, Jun Aemilius, is back on the ice, after his injury on Wednesday we were getting worried that he might not be able to make it to the next game, but it seems the medics came through!”

“And based on today’s lineup for the Icirrus Truths, the Legends may have really needed the return. I mean, ever since number 16, Blake Rasmussen, was traded into the team from the Castelia Ideals, the Truths have been rising in power across the league,”

“However, the new goalie for the Legends, number 1, Hareta Rowan, might be able to match Rasmussen’s intensity,”

“Do you know who they’re talking about?” Gary whispered to Ash, who seemed to have given up on napkins and was instead licking his fingers clean. (Seeing this, he quickly flushed red and looked back to the screen, pretending to be looking for clues there, though he hoped Ash would not guess the true reason for his newfound focus. …though it wouldn’t have been a problem if he had known.)

“Number three for the Legends is triplets with one of my rivals from when I was in Sinnoh,” Ash commented, watching as the camera tracked after a very attractive blond offensive player as if it was a totally normal comment to make to his current rival.

Gary suddenly reached for a can on the table, suddenly realizing that his throat felt dry. 

“None of that,” Ash waved his hands back and forth, flinging a speck or two of leftover sauce into Gary’s face, “I still love you the most,” he looked down at the cans, “Plus, those are non-alcoholic,”

Gary put his head in his hands, laughing. Had Ash assumed he had been trying to get drunk? “I’m just thirsty Ash,” he said, “and you reminded me of what your mom bought us,”

Ash made a face, studying the cans critically, “I wouldn’t suggest trying those, they’re probably flavored, like, pumpkin pie or crayons or something,”

Gary studied the can in the brightness of the ice from the screen. “The first one,” he told Ash, making a face, “Pumpkin pie seltzer, are you kidding me? Where does she even get them?”

“The Viridian Pokemart I think,” Ash said, snuggling a bit closer to Gary under the guise of checking out the ingredients of the strange drink.

“Why would she go all the way to Viridian to get-,” Gary cut himself off as the game suddenly kicked into action on the screen in front of them. Ash too sat up, suddenly on the edge of his seat as the puck rushed from player to player, currently held by the Truths. Gary glanced over at Ash’s face, noticing that he didn’t look super happy about that fact. 

“Soo…” Gary tried, now his turn to scoot closer, “Are we rooting for the Legends?”

“Would you want to root for a team from Unova?”

“Fair point,”

The two sat together, watching as the action moved from player to player, occasional crashes and shrieks coming up from the players as they crashed together and into various metal walls. Gary found himself leaning forward and hissing in anticipation as the puck shot towards the goal on their side, but joined Ash in whooping when the (apparently not-so-rookie) goalie expertly blocked the shot, catching it under his glove and sending up cheers among the crowd on his side of the stadium.

Ash grabbed Gary’s arm and shook him, as if Gary had watched more than a couple of games before to understand quite what that meant for his team. “Did you see that?!” He asked, sounding almost as excited as he always had before their battles, “That was so cool!”

The fact that Gary didn’t quite understand the game did not stop him from sharing Ash’s excitement. (Though he suspected that was more due to the fact that his rival was all but climbing into his lap in nervous joy about the game.)

“Yeah,” Gary said, watching somewhat in awe as the players sped from side to side in the advertisement lined rink.

They continued to watch like that, whooping as number three on their team managed a goal and hissing as 16, Blake, on the other side finally managed one of his own. At one point, their hands met in the chicken wing bowl, and of course Ash couldn’t help but joke that it was the most affectionate they’d been since getting back to Pallet together. (Gary shoved him off his shoulder and laughed it off, but the entire next period passed before he was done blushing about it.)

Advertisements passed as Gary left to refill the snacks, and he found himself grinning with the draw to watch the game as he saw it starting up again.

“You have to admit that this is just as interesting as watching a Pokemon battle,” Ash said, between bites of chicken wing, looking expectantly up at Gary.

“And nowhere near as irritating,” Gary added, breaking off in the middle of his sentence to take a large sip of pumpkin pie seltzer. (Which was honestly even more interesting than Delia had advertised it as being.) “I’m not there picking through every mistake they make,”

They both cringed as, number three, the forward on the team they had decided to root for just barely missed an easy shot.

“For the most part anyway,” Gary corrected

“For the most part anyway,” Ash laughed, agreeing with him.

They looked forward, and the game went back into that comfortable blur as the announcers led the cheers (or boos) as players entered and left the ice. (Though Gary found himself realizing that the two rivals were getting oddly close again as the final period began to wrap up. Even if the “close together” in question was more like, “just about falling off the couch with how focused they were on the flashing screen,”)

They cheered as their goalie blocked yet another would-have-been goal, and then cheered even louder as their team managed to actually complete a goal of their own. They were back in the lead by one, and with only a couple of seconds remaining on the clock, and a major player of the Truths out for misconduct earlier in the match, it was looking good.

“Comeon comeon,” Ash muttered, his fingers digging into Gary’s shoulders as he leaned even further forward, “Just hold the goal for one more-,”

“No!” They both shrieked, watching as their goalie, the one named like his region’s professor, was knocked to the ground by an opposing player, allowing the puck to sail cleanly into the net behind him.

Making the game tied, and sending it into overtime as Ash jolted to his feet, taking two large steps forward and echoing the announcer as he yelped. “How was that not an illegal move!”

Gary stood and walked to meet him, but found his eyes similarly glued to the screen as the teams reset for the tie breaking move. In his still lacking understanding of the game, he couldn’t quite tell what was happening, but the energy in the crowd (and in Ash), was enough to tell him that, whatever it was, it was seriously interesting.

He squinted at the glowing ice, and then found himself jumping up and down as he spotted number three dragging the puck forward and towards the opposing goal. He was moving like lightning, skirting around nearly every other player as he raced for the win.

Ash and Gary watched in slow motion as 16, Blake, from the other team fought to catch up with Jun, and cheered as he crashed into a defenseman from his own team, clearly still at least a little shaken up from his apparent injury on Wednesday as the two skidded across the ice together, their balance lost.

It happened so fast that Gary almost missed it, but the puck banged against the net and the stadium exploded. Even with the TV on low volume, Gary truly felt like he was among the screaming fans as Ash jumped up and down beside him. Clapping his hands together and shivering in excitement. To Gary, the sight was almost funny, but as he opened his mouth to say something about it, he found himself the one taken aback as Ash jumped up and kissed him.

They hung that way for a moment, Gary feeling like he was floating in sudden joy as Ash’s arms wrapped briefly around his shoulders, only to be dragged back away again as his friend suddenly pulled back, face bright red.

“Oh I-,” he tried to explain himself, “I didn’t mean to-,”

Gary’s face was definitely bright red, but he didn’t care. “Well,” he said, grabbing Ash’s hands and leaning forward, “Do it again and I might think about coming back for the next game,” 

He smirked as Ash stuttered out a sudden, “I love you,” right before Gary pulled them back into a kiss as the cheers of the crowd echoed through the dark room. 

(Even if their mouths tasted like buffalo chicken wings and pumpkin pie seltzer.)