#thashe

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Coyote Steals Shadow The Hedgehog's Theme From His Self-Titled Game

Man, this gives me pure nostalgia also I totally see this guy jiving to this song due to the fact that it's nu metal/thrash metal and because it's lyrics fit him in my head of someone who is ready to unleash all on any hero who wants to oppose him.

[daddyslittleweeb]

🗑

[pink088]

So I had this idea with thrash meeting the wreckers and being like oh my gosh you guys are so cool and then they're like he's a cool kid so yeah instead of just having a dad2. He now gets 4 older brothers and a dad2 then he introduce them to his family and some other bots and stuff I don't know what I'm talking about I thought of this yesterday hope this makes sense

[stayallnite]

nowplaying Trilha 02 by Destruction out of The Anti-Christ

[stunted-boars]

Tumblr deletes content under a cut when someone deletes, shoutout to the wayback machine! Doing this on my phone this time, as per usual if i-am-the-altman is out there somewhere and wants this taken down my inbox is open!

Edit: ok so on my end this post is completely out of order, I tried editing the post to no avail. Will take another look at this in the morning/on my PC-_-

ThAshe Fluff that took way longer to write then I thought it would

Transcription under the cut! Lmk if anyone catches any mistakes, it is not easy doing this on a phone

Some SFW ThAshe fluff that @wolfcat-hybrid kind of requested. I hope it was worth the wait! It probably isn’t

Spoilers for like every arc of TI. 

Ashe was exhausted. There was no other way to put it. The ache of bone deep weariness had become all too familiar during her time in the Ban village… From learning the language with Iggy, to the occasional sparing session with Horaven (and sometimes the Bat-masked Ban), her personal time had been severely neglected.

It didn’t help that the only bar in town was somehow staffed by Old Inny. She had little inclination to put up with Old Inny’s senility for alcohol.

With the sun beginning to kiss the horizon, Ashe let out a sigh. Where am I going to get a drink in this place?

As if to answer her question, a commotion outside of a house caught her attention. I wonder what’s going on…

As Ashe drew closer to a crowd of Ban that was growing by the second, the indistinct noise grew clearer, and she recognised Thog’s raised voice. Gods know, I’ve heard it often enough.

“I can’t deal with you when you’re like this!” A pause, and then, “Oh yeah, real mature.” Again, silence. “You know what, fuck you too!” Parting aside the crowd, Thog stalked forward, and Ashe caught a flash of pure Menace. I guess that solves the question of who he was arguing with. She stepped forward, and raised a hand, “Hey, Thog. Rough day?”

“Ashe, you don’t know the half of it. That bat-masked jerk has been pissed at me about something all day, and won’t tell me what the fuck I did…” His shoulders slumped as he fell into step beside Ashe.

“Sounds like you need a drink.” Ashe said, gently elbowing him in the side.

“I need several…” They lapsed into a companionable silence that suited the quiet village and their footsteps lead them Thog’s door. “Speaking of drinks, Ashe, I… uh, liberated a nice vintage from Old Inny and I was wondering if you’d like to… share it with me…” Thog looked at the ground and fidgeted nervously.

“That’s really nice of you, Thog, but you’d just be wasting your ‘vintage’… I can’t get drunk, remember?”

“Ashe, there’s more to drinking than just ‘getting drunk’. Sometimes, it’s about sharing a moment with friends, or remembering those we’ve lost.”

“OK, Thog, but I’m warning you, if you do anything embarrassing, I will remember.”

Entering Thog’s temporary dwelling, Ashe was struck by a bolt of nostalgia. “Hey, Thog, do you remember the last time we got drinks together? Back at Meadshire?”

“Ashe, that period of my life was a constant haze of regret and booze. You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

Getting comfortable on the low sofa (It was nice, and fit the room very well. Whichever Ban Thog had kicked out of here clearly had good taste) Ashe spoke again, “Well, it was shortly after the disappearances started, but before things got too bad. The tavern had closed up early, and we scrounged up a barrel that wasn’t all paint thinner. It actually looked like ale. Or at least, the idea of ale.”

“Oh, fuck, I completely forgot about that!” Thog stopped rummaging through a drawer, and turned around, a bottle in his hand, “We were shit-talking everything in Meadshire!”

“Haha, yeah!” Ashe’s face brightened at the memory. It was one of her only non-depressing ones from her time there.

“Huh. Interesting…” Thog was peering quizzically at Ashe, one eye brow raised slightly.

“What is it? Do I have something on my face?” Frantically scrubbing at her cheeks, Ashe could feel herself beginning to blush. It’s not my fault Xin is always in the hot springs!

“What? Nah, it’s just… That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile in a while. Not to mention how long it’s been since you’ve laughed like that.”

Thinking about it, Ashe realised she had been pretty serious lately. I guess I’ve been so busy trying to figure out what I am, I forgot to be myself… “Well, thanks for pointing that one out Thog. I’ll keep that in mind…”

“It wasn’t a rebuke, Ashe. Unlike some of our friends-” With a cough that sounded suspiciously the name “Inien”, Thog set the bottle and two small glasses on the table “-I can observe without criticising. Besides, you aren’t someone who needs to smile to…” Thog’s voice abruptly cut off.

“Needs to smile to what, Thog?” Ashe crossed her arms, her brow creasing.

“Ugh, I’ll tell you later, can we just start drinking already?” Thog said, as he poured two glasses. Picking them up, he offered one to Ashe.

“Fine, but I consider that a promise. I expect an explanation.”

“And you’ll get one. Don’t sweat it.” Raising his glass, he proclaimed “To absent friends, I guess.” The alcohol swiftly disappeared down his throat.

“To absent friends.” Ashe echoed, following suit.  “Woah, that’s some strong stuff! I think I almost felt something.”

4 drinks…

“Well, I don’t know how Markus keeps his hair so shiny.” Ashe accompanied her statement with a burst of laughter. “I’ve asked, but he just throws a hand-full of glitter into the air and walks away.”

“Is that so… No wonder the bar floor’s always covered with the stuff. I’ll have to have a talk with him sometime…” Thog frowned slightly, “But that’s a worry for later. Pour me another drink, would you?”

7 drinks…

“… and that, Asheling, is why cutlery is so important in Alarani culture.” Thog was not inebriated enough to start slurring his words, but it was a close thing. His shoulders had begun to slump, and his hand shook slightly as he refilled their glasses.

“Interesting. Is that why the bar doesn’t have any?”

“Shut up and drink.”

11 drinks…

“So there I was, elbow deep in a vat of magic potion, Gregor bleeding out on a table-’ Ashe gestured wildly as she recounted the tale of their time under contract in Altreia “-and for all I knew, Markus was being torn to shreds by rabid golems outside.”

“Well, I’m… sorry you had to go through that…” The drinks were clearly catching up to Thog, as he chose his words extremely carefully. “I wish I had done more…”

“Thog, you were responsible for securing us our freedom. You’ve more than made up for it.”

“I guess, but I still feel bad…”

“Would another drink help?”

16 drinks…

The bottle fell to the table, empty. Thog was really out of it, reclining on the couch right next to Ashe. She knew she wasn’t drunk, but Thog’s exhaustion was contagious… I don’t even want to get up. Though she had to admit, there was something comforting about his firmiliar presence beside her. Leaning her head onto his shoulder, she felt herself beginning to drift off to sleep. Right before she slipped away completely, Ashe heard a voice, quiet and far away.

“You aren’t someone who needs to smile to be beautiful, Asheling.” She felt an arm wrap around her shoulder and pull her close. “I hope you know that.”

“Thank you, Thog. For everything.” Ashe mumbled, returning his hug, as she felt her consciousness slip away.

Originally posted August 6th 2016 #Thrilling Intent #I wrote a thing #ThAshe #Alcohol use #Sorry it took so long!

ThAshe Fluff that took way longer to write then I thought it would

Some SFW ThAshe fluff that @wolfcat-hybrid kind of requested. I hope it was worth the wait! It probably isn’t

Spoilers for like every arc of TI. 

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[thescarletnargacuga]

I have an idea! :D A boxer! Au (by @/burrotello) where pomni is tired after a fight, and Caine is with her talking. then it turns somehow in a romantic moment

A/N: Boxer AU! Let's gooooo!

KNOCK OUT

A BOXER AU ONESHOT

AU credit: @burrotello

WARNING: physical violence, blood

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The seconds counted down on the ninth round. Gangle was torn and frayed, her mask cracked. Pomni was bruised and bleeding, one eye refusing to open from the swelling. Both women circled each other looking for an opening, but they couldn't delay, if time ran out the match would be called a draw and neither of them would advance.

Gangle swung a wide haymaker for Pomni's ribs, which was blocked. While Pomni's hands were down, Gangle's other fist came up to strike Pomni in the face.Pomni's head jerked back harshly from the impact and she went down.

Caine circles the outside of the ring to where Pomni fell. "COME ON!! GET UP!! YOU CAN FINISH THIS!!" He shouted over the roaring crowd.

The ref counted the precious seconds Pomni had to recover. "One! Two! Three!"

Pomni rolled onto her knees and shakily lifted herself up, clinging to the ring ropes for support. She spit blood and saliva out from her gum guard.

"Four! Five! Six!" The ref continued. Pomni needed to show signs that she could keep fighting or he would call her defeated by the end of the ten count.

Caine sweated hearing how close the ref was to calling the match over. "I KNOW YOU CAN DO THIS!! LAST ROUND!! LAST CHANCE!!"

Pomni made eye contact with Caine. She was exhausted, but his encouragement gave her a second wind. She got off the ropes and steadied herself for the final minute left on the clock.

"Seven! Eigh-" The ref stopped counting and backed away, allowing the round to continue. "Box!"

Gangle couldn't hide her frustration that Pomni didn't stay down. Her ribbons whipped wildly across the ring as she aggressively went in for the kill.

Pomni stayed focused, ducking under two swings and taking a jab of opportunity at Gangle's center mass. She quickly sidestepped and swung a hard right hook into Gangle's ribs from behind.

Gangle was desperate, throwing wild swing after wild swing just hoping one would land.

Pomni went low to dodge a swing and saw a window of opportunity. She clenched her right hand and came up with all the power she could muster, upper cutting Gangle hard in the chin.

Gangle's mask nearly shattered, tiny fragments flew in all directions. She collapsed and didn't get up.

The ref checked Gangle. "KNOCK OUT!" The bell rang and the crowd went ballistic.

Caine was jumping up and down like a wild man. "YEAAAAAH! THAT'S MY GIRL!!"

The ref took Pomni's wrist and held it in the air. She was barely standing, but still took in the moment of victory. It was well deserved. The arena announcer came over the speakers. "Lightweight rookie Pomni has cemented her place in the SEMI-FINALS!"

As Pomni's adrenaline slowly faded, she felt too weak to stand. Medics that arrived to take away Gangle also helped Pomni out of the ring. Caine followed them out of the arena, leaving the deafening crowds behind.

Pomni was sat and Caine forced himself to her side, shouldering a medic in his excitement. "Pomni! Pomni! You were fantastic out there! That's the kind of grit and determination that makes a fighter! You have the championship in the bag!"

Pomni spat out her gum guard, along with another mouthful of blood and spit. "Thash grape..." She slurred heavily and coughed. Everything hurt. She could tell just by breathing she had cracked ribs.

The medic Caine pushed aside, pushed back. "Hey, I'm trying to do my job here."

Caine backed off, hands up in surrender. "I'll leave you to it. I'll be back in a bit, Pomni!" He ran off and found Bubble "Sooooo how much money did we make?" He giddily asked his assistant.

"You're gonna love this, boss. That win, along with a win from a certain bet against a certain someone, we just made over $30,000."

Caine's jaw almost hit the floor. "Hot tamales! I knew it, Bubble! She's the one! She's our million dollar fighter!" He grabbed Bubble and shook him. "Oh, I can't wait to wipe the snooty grin off of the Gloink Queen's face! We're coming for her champion, baby! Ha!"

"ThAaAt'sss GRreAat, bOoOosSs." Bubbled words warped with his body from the shaking.

~

The next day, Pomni woke up sore in her hotel room. She was heavily bandaged and it hurt to move, but she found herself feeling hungry. Just as she was sitting herself up to reach for pain meds, someone knocked on her door.

"Room service." Caine's voice came from the other side.

Pomni furrowed her brows in amusement and slowly got to her feet. Once upright, walking wasn't too bad. She answered the door in an oversized T-shirt covering most of her. "Hey..." She said with a sleepy smile.

Caine was holding a tray of food from the hotel cafeteria. "Good morning!"

Pomni winced. "Tone it down, would you? My ears are still ringing."

"Sorry. I brought you breakfast before they stopped serving. You've been asleep all morning."

Pomni didn't even know what time it was, nor did she really care. "Right...well, I won't say no to breakfast in bed." She opened the door wider to let Caine in.

Caine hadn't expected to be invited in, but he wasn't going to refuse. He set the tray on the bed and sat in the chair across from it. "What a show yesterday. Real nail biter. I'm so glad you pulled through."

Pomni sat on the bed next to her tray and munched a piece of toast. "Yeah, I'll be honest. I wasn't sure about this one. Gangle is a beast when you push her hard enough. She nearly took out my eye." She pointed to the bandage covering her left eye. The swelling had gone down significantly, but it was going to need more time to heal completely.

"If she had, she would have been disqualified. While she can certainly be rough, I don't think she would have jeopardized her position in the semi-finals over your eye. That being said, I'm glad she didn't hurt you any more than that." Caine's eyes roamed over Pomni's body, examining each bruise and bandage. He lingered a bit longer on her bare legs, she was wearing only underwear under her large shirt hanging off her shoulder.

"Ribs took quite a beating. So did my shoulder. I'll be fine, but this recovery is going to suck." She laughed but gripped her side and sucked in air between her teeth. Laughing was a no no until further notice. "Ow..."

Caine shook himself from distraction and dug in his pocket for a small pill bottle. "Here, take two of these. They'll help you rest."

"What is it?" Pomni asked before downing them both with a swig of orange juice.

"Let's just say they're really strong pain killers. You'll feel better in no time."

Pomni learned that when Caine was vague, sometimes it was in her best interest not to ask more questions. She took a bit of egg. "Thank you, by the way."

"Don't mention it. It pays to have friends in the pharmacy." He chuckled.

"Not that. Well, yeah, thank you for that, but I mean thank you for cheering me on when the fight got really hairy. If you weren't there, I don't think I would have finished." She gave him a genuine smile.

Caine's breath was taken from him for a second. Her looking at him like that with her hair disheveled and clothes so relaxed was doing something for him. He blushed and tried to hide it, though very poorly. "Hey, what are managers for? I told you we could go far and look at us now! On our way to the semi-finals for the champion title! And you know what that comes with..." He rubbed his fingers together.

"Money." Pomni rolled her eyes with an amused smirk.

"MONEY!" Caine shouted, hushing himself when Pomni winced again. "Sorry."

"Save the cheering for the arena." Pomni finished her breakfast, pushing the tray away.

"Oh, I don't need to be in the arena to cheer your name." Caine said faster than his head could process.

"What..?" Pomni blushed a little, more caught off guard than embarrassed.

"What? Uh, I'll take that downstairs for you." Caine got up quickly, red as a beet, and grabbed the tray. "I should let you sleep, you need it if you're going to be champion. We have to travel again tomorrow. Media events, training, etcetera. You need to be extra ready for your next opponent. They only get tougher from here." He clumsily backed away from her, struggling to keep the empty cutlery on the tray.

"Okay....bye...see you....uh?" Pomni watched him side-step awkwardly to the door.

"Tomorrow morning. You have the whole day to yourself. Yep. Call the front desk if you need anything. I've got uh...a thing. Bye." He dropped a napkin on his way out the door.

Pomni smiled to herself and relaxed in bed. The pain killers did their job, she felt so much better. She could breath without wanting to scream. She turned on the TV, but all her mind wanted to do was think of what Caine said. How nervous he was afterwards was adorable, and he was rarely cute. Everything he's done for her, even in his own interests, has made them close friends, but was it normal to have a crush on your manager?

~

Caine wanted to smack himself. Why did he say that out loud? She didn't need to hear that. What if she thinks he's creeping on her? He can't jeopardize this!! He wished his heart would stop beating so fast.

[giggly-squiggily]

Heyaaa!! Since candy hearts is open I’d like to request somethingg

Lee Megumi and Ler Gojo with the sentence starter 🧡 Miss You: “When’s the last time you smiled?”

I just need something with these two, they have such a father and son dynamic that I love so much <33

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

Heyo! :D Oo, Gojo and Megumi! I also love their dynamic kjakjjkerjkaerj I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

Miss You: "When's the last time you smiled?"

“Megumi.” Gojo sounded..strangely serious. Megumi looked back at him, not liking the solemn expression he wore. “There’s something I need to know.”

There was a pause. Then…

“When’s the last time you smiled?”

Megumi all but groaned at the question, physically rolling his eyes so hard he leaned back. “Gojo-”

“I’m serious! I haven’t seen it in so long- I-I-” The older man sniffled, putting on an over the top frown with shiny eyes. “I miss my baby!”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying!” Megumi shoved him lightly, breaking Gojo’s character entirely as the older man laughed. “I smile when I feel like it. And I don’t feel like it right now.”

“Hmm, I see. You’ve got troubles, huh? Come on, talk to me.” Gojo opened his arms up invitingly, waggling his brows over his sunglasses. “Or do you want a hug? I give good ones.”

“No thanks, I don’t want to talk or hug.” Megumi backed up when Gojo stepped closer, grinning. “Gojo…”

“Megumi…” He taunted back, taking another daring step as Megumi backed up more. Seconds later, he was chasing him around the practice mats, laughing as Megumi scrambled to stay on his feet. “Come here, Megumi!”

“Stay awhahay-AH!” Megumi yelped when his foot caught the edge of a mat, tumbling into it with a low groan. For a brief moment, Gojo wondered if he got hurt.

But then Megumi was scrambling to get back up and he decided the kid was fine. In a matter of moments, he had him trapped on his back, digging into his ribs. “Ghoohoohooohojohohoohohohoho!”

“Look at that- smiling like the sun! Oh how I missed it!” Gojo cooed down at him, laughing alongside the teen as Megumi thashed and giggled beneath him. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you laughing so much- it’s been so long!”

“Nohohooh, yoohohohou’re juhuhuuhust ohoohohohld!” Megumi argued, all but squealing in mirth when Megumi attacked his armpits. “Geahhahahah, nohohooohohoho!”

“Old, eh? You’re probably right. Say- I already forgot what your smile looked like.” Gojo winked as he carried on tickling, voice nearly lost beneath Megumi’s cackling fits. “Looks like we’re gonna keep going until I remember for good!”

[potatoeenjoyer]

I look at my fire place ,at how the flame dances and consumes the wood and the litle pices of thash i throw in there and it entertains me for hours ,every time i zone out and when i come back from it half an hour has past,there is beauty in fire and so i think i get the one of the lightless flame ,not their goals but theyr facination for it.

[possible-streetwear]

[cheddar-chez]

my fighter from atlyss!! her name is Thash :3

my mystic character will be posted tomorrow

[highdiskknight]

Tarnished through and through

Thash, Crow and Sasser!

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Surrender an Ask Game: Night Terrors

From this ask game. Thank you @epiclamer for reaching out!

Prompt: Whumpee having night terrors and caretaker is an empath and puts out waves of calmness until whumpee falls asleep peacefully.” From @warmblanketwhump

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Caretaker stirred in bed, sleep threatening to drag them right back under. It almost did, had it not been for the screaming that started in the adjacent bedroom. Caretaker bolted upright in bed. Whumpee.

Caretaker ran to Whumpee’s room, where they found their friend thashing in bed, screaming fearful words that made no sense. Their face was scrunched up in fright, and any efforts Caretaker made to rouse them proved completely unsuccessful.

“Whumpee,” Caretaker tried, “it’s okay. You’re safe, I promise. Wake up, please wake up!”

Whumpee continued to thrash around. Caretaker took a deep breath. If they couldn’t wake Whumpee, they’d have to try something else. Extending a hand, they placed it over Whumpee’s head and summoned their power. Caretaker took deep breaths, calming themselves. They transferred calming energy into Whumpee’s mind.

“You are safe,” Caretaker said quietly, their eyes tinged with a slight glow, “you are safe.”

Whumpee’s thrashing died down and their body relaxed in the bed. Their breathing, which had been quick and erratic up until now, slowed to a deep and even rhythm. Their features relaxed as the last dregs of the night terror faded away.

The next morning, Caretaker waited for Whumpee in the kitchen. Whumpee showed up, a sleepy smile on their face.

“Mornin’,” Whumpee yawned.

“Good morning,” Caretaker said, “how did you sleep?”

Whumpee sat down next to Caretaker, where a plate of breakfast had already been prepared for them.”

“I slept great,” Whumpee said, “I didn’t have a single nightmare or anything.”

Caretaker smiled back.

“That’s great to hear, Whumpee,” they said.

Caretaker sipped their coffee as Whumpee ate their breakfast. Caretaker made a mental note to use their power again as soon as Whumpee fell asleep that night, and the next night, and as long as it took until the night terrors went away for good.

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[theworkshopmann]

The Bombin’ Biker

"Puuuunk music ish... thash real music, mate! Not like... like... .... thash other ♥♥♥♥♥ they play on the radio, ye ken? It'sh... it'sh... *hiccup* Sorry, what were we talkin' about again?" 

Type: Misc/cosmetic

Class: Demoman

Paintable: Yes

Accepted in game: No

This cosmetic set was made by Steam users Thelazersofa and Mr.Pink. Posted on April 27th 2023, you can vote for this right here!

[lulemaji]

Do te thuash qe je kurve po te prishet vibe qe sdo ta pranosh?

Do thoja qe babi jot duhet te te kishte derdhur ne lavaman po thash cme duhet mua

[sup4cid-g-1rl]

pashe nje giveaway qe thoshte tag 5 shoqeve dhe thash me vete: "po ku ti gjej mi moter".

[chaos-the-anon]

Everyone its stronger then a piece of thash ahha

Well trash like you exists, So it really isn't much. However I'll give you a glimpse of how powerful I'll be.

A power for each color!!!