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ashersanity · 3 months

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Been rewatching Beastars lately and I can’t get my head out of the gutter, how Whitney would fit nicely right into the structure itself.

Wolf whitney, to be exact. Don’t tell me it doesn’t suit ‘em, it’s Whitney all over, from the feral need to hunt and own, climb upon the ranks. They’re a carnivore through and through, this carnal need to sink their used fangs into fresh meat, greedily lap up the remaining velvety consistency with their pink tongue. It’s in a wolf’s nature to do so, and fuck, once they set their sights on you — It’s fucking over. You thought regular Whitney was bad? Take a look at their wolf counterpart, much, much worse.

Usually seen in packs, snickering along with their mates only to bare their sharp teeth at the mere hint of your scent drawing nearby, saliva pooling beneath their tongue. Sure, the town has deemed it immoral to feast upon an herbivore, but the blonde doesn’t give a shit, not at all. Once they got you firmly pinned up against the bricked wall, dread forming in the pits of your guts with this fucking.. feral beast towering over you, fluffy tail gently swaying back and forth. Yeah, you’re fucked. You don’t know if when the delinquent refers to you as their prey instead, how they can’t wait to get a good ol’ taste of you, don’t know if they’re actually kidding or not. Truth is, Whitney is not. Motherfucker’s size also expanded and I’m not just talking about their overall height and frame.

Changing in the locker rooms, catch a glimpse of Whitney’s softened knotted cock hanging lazily between their legs, the way it lightly smacks against their thigh. Holy fuck, the sheer girth of it, not even hardened and you wonder how exactly they’re walking with that hefty thing around. How do you fucking get past that either? Simply shoots you a lingering look, grinning to themselves once they’ve caught you staring for a tad bit too long. Escalating to cleanly stripping you free from your clothes, uncaring for the leering gazes that attracts from everyone else. If anything, the bully adores it, swiftly unzipping their trousers open to smack their drooling knotted cock onto your bare tummy, get a good idea of how far it’d reach if they shoved it straight in. The sensation has you dizzy, as Whitney likes it to, teasingly rubbing the length of their veiny shaft along your skin, smearing pearly pre-cum all over the heated surface.

On blood moons? Good luck with that. Quickened puffs of breath escaping from your lips as you try to outrun them in the vast forest, the familiar padded footsteps drawing nearer as a sharp branch grazes your cheek, stumbling over your own feet and landing onto the rough, soiled ground. Fuck, its fuzzy all over, aching fingers having gone numb a long while ago, leaving only the resounding smack of Whitney’s swollen cock fucking into you, bullying your wet, sloppy insides full of their seed till sunrise.

↓ I meant F!Whitney with a cock btw, by @shoknsfw

The lower half.. yeah, only I get to see that.

#digging back up from my grave to post this shit #that’s it #needed to get this one out of my system #wholfney has been on my mind for a long while #poor shoku didn’t want to show wholfney in all her glory #shy girl #time to go back to sleep #goodnight #can’t believe she made art out of this only cuz of my dumbass shit #tw monsterfucking #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #wholfney #character x reader #asher getting.. ideas!#asher writes

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restlittleplum · 1 month

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"You've done an unwise thing, Martise of Asher. You've caught my interest."

9x12" Watercolor painting I did a couple of months ago based on Master of Crows by Grace Draven, one of my all time favorite books.

The amount of planning this piece took still makes me want to cry on occasion, but I'm so happy with how it turned out.

Friendly reminder that I have commissions open! Check out the links below.

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mayashesfly · 2 years

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When Xero first entered Hallownest, he was the only one that had been gifted with the Pale King’s ability to summon Soul Nails with ease. Making the other bugs impressed by his newfound ability. Not only that, but Xero is talented with the way of the nail, having been trained back in his home Colony in battle.

Being revered for his ability to summon Soul Nails and his affinity with battle, he became a one of the Great Five Knights. During this time, only Dryya, Hegemol, Ze’mer and Isma was around. And he was able to do amazing feats in his time as one of the Great Five Knights.

He was an king and outgoing fellow, if not a little loud and bold with his decisions. But even then, in his presence a single group of squabbling bugs can turn into an outstanding team. Rally bugs to work together as one. The units that he commanded on the behalf of the Pale King worked flawlessly together.

However, he also had his own flaws.

When it came to battle tactics, he was not the brightest of bugs. Being used to be noble foot warrior and not a commander in his time. While he was good at getting bugs together and making them listen to his orders, those orders of his are not the best.

It was his greatest weakness.

Or maybe, his true greatest weakness was his bonds with these foot warriors.

The times he allowed himself to talk and know these warriors.

So when the Battle of the Black Wyrm arrived, he grieved all that he lost.

The weak and the strong. The smart and the dull.

All those who was under his command that he learned to care for, dying at his foolish hands that did not know how to save them from their untimely death because of his weakness.

If only the person who was leading them were smarter. Better. More competent than he.

Maybe they wouldn’t have died.

The battle was only saved when a humble beetle rolled in, taking the command and leading the remaining bugs to victory with his exceptional tactics. Throwing the enemies by surprise with his magnificent laughter.

When the battle finally ended, with the Black Wyrm dead. That was when Xero accepted he was not befit of his title as one of the Great Knights.

Willingly shedding his title and telling his King that he was ill suited for his and his people’s needs, he recommended the humble beetle to be a Great Knight. And with Hegemol’s backing, his wish was granted.

Even though he was now a simple bug, with no title of his own he could proudly say. He still stayed in the force, helping those in need in his humble shadow. Awaiting for the time he could truly pay for all those who lost their lives because of him. And move on happily, knowing that they as well are happy in their next life.

But Then The Light Came.

#may asher rambles #may asher writes #hollow knight #xero #hk xero #hollow knight xero #I really loved the headcanon that Xero used to be one of the Great Five Knights #and later got 'replaced' by Ogrim #it's just such a great headcanon to play with!!#it also makes me wonder if PK and Xero were close before he got killed #the angst #it didn't get mention in the post but even after retiring from the Great Knights #Xero still visits the graves of all the comrades he lost from the battle #he even gifts them flowers and talk to them sometimes #I love Xero so much

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all-my-friends-were-glorious · 2 years

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[ Closed Starter For @southxparkxafterxdark || Asher ]

[ Firkle ]

It was hard not to feel the pull towards Asher’s room when he heard the first odd sound. A sob? Understandable, surely, but he knew that Ash wasn’t typically the type to be so loud about it. Something was extra wrong.

And he held no doubts that it had to do with his and Aster’s separation. He had been in contact with Georgi to keep an eye on Aster, and he wasn’t doing much better, apparently. He’d have to see what he could do.

But first, his baby needed him.

It was odd, having gone from one crying Asher to the next, but he couldn’t exactly say anything, now, could he?

Without knocking, Firkle opened the door silently, toeing into the room as he always did, without sound. It didn’t mean he didn’t bring his presence with him, however.

“Coelum? What--” He was cut off immediately by a blade flying past his head; a few strands of hair collected on his shoulder, cut from the veritable mop he’d been growing. Firkle had been busy with other things, much like Michael had, and grooming had become less of an important. He probably needed the haircut regardless.

After a moment, he registered a sting in his cheek, and he blinked, furrowing his brow as he brought his fingers to the weeping wound. Small as it was, Firkle’s anemia was no joke, especially after having the twins. Being pregnant a second time so soon was probably only making it worse.

“Fair...”

#We Put Him Down In A Shallow Grave (Firkle Smith)#My Blood Is Radioactive My Heart Is Nuclear (Firkle and Asher - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#cw depression #cw knife #cw blade #cw violence #cw parent child violence #cw blood #cw chronic illness #cw transmasc pregnancy #cw pregnancy

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joysofescapism · 4 months

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Book Review: Grave Mistakes by Ivy Asher & Raven Kennedy

It’s never a good combo to be broke and desperate. You do stupid things. Like accidentally sign your soul over to Hell.

When I interviewed for a new security job, I didn’t bat an eye that it was for a literal graveyard shift...headstones and all. I mean, at the hourly rate they were offering, who cares? I got this.

Turns out, I’m not guarding a graveyard like I thought. It seems I’ve just walked my broke ass into protecting a Gate to Hell. Yeah…I don’t got this.

Now I’m stuck in a terrifying new reality: a group of hot demons who act like I can solve all their problems, and a battle between good, evil, and balance.

This will seriously teach me to read the fine print on Help Wanted ads. Good thing this job comes with a scythe. Maybe I can use it to stop them from dragging my ass into Hell.

Read my full review below.

Delta was the main reason why I love this book. She was funny and there were so many times when I would drop my phone to roll and laugh. I did not find her monologues annoying, I find her thought process interesting. Despite her quirkiness, she was not obnoxious when having to deal with certain situations, and I loved that.

Now, the heroes, Rafferty, Jerif, Echo, and Crux were interesting at first. I hoped that they were more complex but they were not. It was obvious that Delta was the main focus of this book.

I do not mind the Chosen One trope if it is executed well. There was enough mystery and hints to assume that Delta was an ultra-powerful being and I have no complaints with that as well.

There is not much plot in this, and it was more character-driven which I always enjoy anyway, so there was that.

This book ended with a cliffhanger and an intense scene. I was devouring it like I was starved and my heart was pounding. I could say that this book ended where it should be. It was perfect.

I gave this book a 4.75 out of 5 stars.

Though I gave high scores on some areas such as Characters, Ambience, Writing Style, Intrigue, and Enjoyment, the remaining parts such as Plot and Logic were given lower scores.

This was one of the closest to a 5-star I could give if only the plot were more intriguing and the heroes had a little more personality.

I also read the next book but, I did not like it just as much as this one. So I decided to separate the two since I really really loved this book.

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#book review #hellgate guardians series #grave mistakes #author: ivy asher #author: raven kennedy #reverse harem #whychoose #paranormal romance #theme: demons #rating: 4.75/5 stars #spice level: 3/5 #harem size: small (3-4)

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rockyoushow · 2 years

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Quebec City’s UPON YOUR GRAVE Announce Blistering New EP “Gold & Decay” And Single “Supremacy”

L-R – Yan Pelletier (Bass), Sim Diamond (Lead Guitar), Jordan Jolicoeur (Vocals), Sebastien Gagne (Drums), Alex Bussieres (Rhythm Guitar)Photo Credit: Etienne Dionne (Mute Drummer) Upon Your Grave is a death metal band from Quebec City, Canada that spin wicked tales set to harsh, fast, and infectious music. They have joined forces with heavyweight producer Christian Donaldson from Cryptopsy to…

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#Asher #Canada #Upon Your Grave

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fdelopera · 4 days

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Never Again is NOW

This evening marks the beginning of Yom HaShoah. This Jewish holiday and Holocaust Remembrance Day marks the anniversary of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising.

Yom HaShoah is different than International Holocaust Remembrance Day. On International Holocaust Remembrance Day, we mourn the 6 million Jews, as well as the Romani and all the others who were systematically slaughtered by the Nazis during World War II.

Yom HaShoah is the day for Jews mourn our dead and to remember the Jews who heroically fought back against the Nazis in the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. We mourn the 6 million Jews who were murdered the LAST time the entire world was infected by the mind-virus of Jew-hate.

In the midst of this current global tidal wave of Jew-hate, we Jews say NEVER AGAIN. Never again is NOW.

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And a reminder to non-Jews who might try to steal this phrase:

Never Again is a Jewish phrase. Period. It doesn’t belong to non-Jews.

Never Again refers to the Shoah, and to the THOUSANDS of years of violent Jew-hatred we have endured before then.

Never Again states that we Jews will NEVER AGAIN be slaughtered by the millions.

If you are a goy, and you use this phrase for any other purpose, you are engaging in cultural appropriation.

You are appropriating Jewish trauma and pain that IS NOT YOURS.

Unless you are willing to shoulder the burden of 3500+ years of Jewish history, you do NOT get to use this phrase.

If you steal Never Again for any other context, all you are doing is broadcasting that you are a Jew-hating bigot who engages in Holocaust Inversion.

And you can take your antisemitic bigotry and go fuck off into the sun.

Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, borei p’ri hagafen.

Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’ratza vanu, v’shabbat kod’sho b’ahava uv’ratzon hinchilanu, zikaron l’ma’aseh b’reishit. Ki hu yom t’chila l’mikra-ay kodesh, zaycher l’tziat mitzrayim. Ki vanu vacharta v’otanu kidashta mikol ha’amim. V’shabbat kod-shi-cha b’ahava uv’ratzon hinchal tanu. Baruch ata Adonai, mi’kadesh ha Shabbat.

(Blessed are you, Lord our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, who creates the fruit of the vine.

Blessed are you, Lord our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, how has sanctified us with his commandments and favored us, and given us in love and favor his holy Shabbat as an inheritance, as a remembrance of the act of creation. For this day is the beginning of all holy days, a remembrance of the Exodus from Egypt. For you have chosen us and you have blessed us from among all the nations. And you have bequeathed us your holy Shabbat in love and favor. Blessed are you, Lord, who sanctifies Shabbat.)

Feel this, to all those races, colors, and creeds, every man bleeds

For the countless victims and all the families of the murdered, tortured, enslaved

Raped, robbed and persecuted — Never Again

To the men, women, and children who died in their struggle to live

Never to be forgotten, Reuven Ben Menachem, yo…

My own blood dragged through the mud

Perished in my heart, still cherished and loved

Stripped of our pride, everything we lived for

Families cried, there's nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide

Tossed to the side, access denied

6 million died, for what?

Yo, a man shot dead in his back

Helpless women and children under constant attack

For no reason 'til the next season and we still bleeding

Yo it's freezing and men burn in Hell, some for squeezing

No hope for a remedy, nothing to believe

Moving targets who walk with the star on their sleeve

Forever marked with a number tattooed to your body

Late night, eyes closed, clutched to my shotty

Having visions, flashes of death camps and prisons

No provisions, deceived by the Devil's decisions

Forced into a slave, death before dishonor

For those men who were brave, shot and sent to their grave

Can't awaken, it's too late, everything's been taken

I'm shaken, family, history in the making

Never again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again shall we sit and take orders

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d then burned of our bones

Never again, never again, shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again leave our sons and daughters

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

(Never again) Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d and everything we own (Never again)

Some fled through the rumors of wars

But most left for dead, few escaped to the shores

With just one loaf of bread, banished

Called in for questioning and vanished, never to be seen again

I can't express the pain, that was felt in the train

To Auschwitz, tears poured down like rain

Naked, face to face with the master race

Hatred, blood, and David, my heart belongs to God and stays sacred

Rabbis and priests, disabled individuals

The poor, the scholars — all labeled common criminals

Mass extermination, total annihilation

Shipped into the ghetto and prepared for liquidation

Tortured and starved, innocent experiments

Stripped down and carved up or gassed to death

The last hour, I smelled the flowers

Flashbacks of family then sent to the showers

Powerless, undressed, women with babies clumped tight to their chest — crying

Who would've guessed — dying

Another life lost, count the cost

Another body gas-burned and tossed in the Holocaust

Never again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again leave our sons and daughters

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d and everything we own

Never again, never again, shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again shall we sit and take orders

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

(Never again) Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d then burned of our bones (Never again)

Never Again. Never Again.

From the USA to Afghanistan

From Israel to Pakistan

From Iraq to Iran

To Russia, Poland, and France

From China over to Japan

Worldwide

Never Again

Shema Yisrael Adonai eloheinu Adonai ehad

(“Hear O Yisrael, the Lord is our G-d, the Lord is One.” The Shema is the most important prayer in Judaism. It is the declaration of our faith in one G-d. Jews say the Shema prayer every day, in the morning and evening. And we also say the Shema before we die.)

FIRE!

*GUNSHOT*

#jumblr #jewish history #yom hashoah #warsaw ghetto uprising #never again #never forget #never again is now #NOTE: I report and block antisemites. If any antisemites comment on this post you will be reported and blocked. You have been warned.#Youtube

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jacks347 · 20 days

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I feel like hurting people so let's talk about Redacted characters fatal flaws.

David - Obligation

I was originally going to say David's flaw was loyalty but I thought that was too surface level so I dug a little deeper and found something a bit more important. David carries a heavy weight of obligation on his shoulders. He runs the pack and the security company because it's what his dad would've wanted, he works to keep the pack going because people depend on him, he only met Angel cause Caelum made him. Everything in his life is because of feels obligated to keep said things going. He didn't want to be in this situation, he doesn't want to have to work as hard as he does but he knows he has to in order to maintain everything his father left him. David takes on so much because he thinks he has to and that kind of weight will crush him eventually. He's pulling himself in so many directions, something has to give. To put it in his own words, one of these times when he throws himself at the wall it won't be the thing that breaks.

Asher - Optimism

Asher, you sweet sweet bean, your joy will be the thing that destroys you. Asher has the Polites problem (see, I know Greek characters) in where his optimism is the thing that drives the group into a far more dangerous situation. Asher's hopeful belief that they could get through the Inversion almost got him killed. He is the sunshine character, he's the one that everyone expects to be happy, he holds the morale of the pack on his shoulders and that kind of pressure would be enough to make anyone crack. How long will it be until the happy-go-lucky attitude snaps under the weight?

Milo - Dedication

It's easy to say Milo is loyal to a fault. It's hard to say he has a gravely misplaced sense of dedication. Milo feels he has something to prove, he always has. Prove to himself and the rest of the pack that he's useful, he has a place, he has a purpose in this pack. Milo has dedicated his life to proving his worth and that dedication to a harmful cause will be the thing that kills him. Hell, it already almost did. If another event like the Inversion happens, he might not make it out.

Sam - Independence

Sam is an interesting case because his need to be independent won't kill him physically as much as it will mentally. He has worked so hard to make sure other people's actions don't define him that he instinctively isolates himself. He keeps everyone at arm's length so that if and when they do something that hurts the people around them, he won't be caught in the blast radius. But that changes when he meets Darlin, someone who also keeps people at arm's length and doesn't let anyone get close. There's an argument to be made in how Sam seems himself in Darlin and that's why he felt so inclined to help them (beyond just hating Quinn) but not the point I'm making. Sam runs from problems before they can affect him and when the pack dies, he'll be stuck in a problem he can't run from. Sam may not die after the pack is gone but he will fade into the background. Sam will be lost in time, clinging to memories of a time that he let people in as those too eventually fade into the aether of history.

Vincent - Naivety

I heavily considered giving Vincent independence as his fatal flaw too cause it very well could be but we don't do doubles in this house and there is a far more deadly flaw in him and that's his naivety. Vincent is blind to his situation, he doesn't understand most of it because he's been shielded from it. He lacks understanding of what it really means to be a vampire, let alone one in such a well known house. And it's in that where we see his mistake with Lovely. Vincent turned Lovely without fully understanding his own place and therefore doesn't understand the responsibilities he's putting onto Lovely by bringing them into it. It's the blind leading the blind. This lack of real understanding I think will be what tears him apart.

Porter - Peace

Now, this one is hard to explain. How is peace a fatal flaw? Rather simply, actually. You find peace in a situation that you choose not to change. Porter is William's guard dog because he doesn't feel like he deserves to be anything more. He does as asked because he thinks it's all he good for. He had made his peace with the fact that he believes he's not worth anything more than the blood he can spill. Which is wrong and flawed. And it's in that peace in the situation he doesn't believe he deserves to change that will get him killed. If he doesn't convince himself he's worth more than this, it'll be the thing that does him in.

Gavin - Humanity

Gavin's sense of humanity may not necessarily kill him but it will cause an untold amount of pain. Gavin has distanced himself so far from the world of demons in order to choose his own path and be who he is that he's forgotten this world isn't his. Elegy owes him nothing and it'll give him as much. It's the immortal lover problem, he will survive long after Freelancer and the others are gone and it will break him. I've mentioned before that Gavin and Porter are two sides of the same character but what's interesting is how their stories seem to be going in opposite directions until they eventually switch places. When Gavin loses the people that give him a sense of humanity, he will fall to what he believes he has to be in order to survive while Porter is learning that he can be more than what's expected of him and will hold that sense of pride I believe long after Treasure is gone.

Escaped, you're next. Prepare.

#honestly this was a lot of fun #twas a good thought experiment #because it forces you to look at the entirety of a character's story #look at the big picture #more to come #pinky promise #asmr roleplay #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted vincent #redacted porter #redacted gavin #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted damn crew

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franklyimissparis · 2 months

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nothing but love and respect for jane asher. something about the juxtaposition of publicly ending your engagement on live television but then also refusing the speak on him ever again and taking that relationship to the GRAVE is so insanely iconic.

#their relationship is so fascinating tbh i could write a thesis abt them #jane asher #paul mccartney #the beatles #paul and jane

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xoxoskai · 4 months

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Things that got overshadowed in RKverse.

Alternatively, things Rina Kent characters still haven't gotten over completely.

I was thinking about Rina glossing over the very traumatic experience that Cole went through at the end of Ruthless Empire, and it got me thinking. So, I wrote a little something to show that yes, love conquers all, but sometimes you still struggle with battles where you've been defeated too many times.

I won't exactly say these were things that were overshadowed as much as these things being experiences one doesn't simply get over in a couple of months. Experiences as traumatic as the ones some of these characters have faced might take years- if not, decades, to get over and I just wanted to bring them to light a little bit.

Silver can't look at dolls.

Ronan probably used to hide in his closet, trembling and shivering, and hated physical contact for a long, long time.

Cole sells his family's mansion and buys the rights to his mother's books so he can unpublish them.

The marks on Kim's wrists still give her phantom pains sometimes.

Jonathan and Aurora always make sure Alicia's grave has her favorite flowers.

Somedays, Teal feels so dirty that she spends hours in the bath trying to scrub herself clean of the demons of her past.

It takes Cole a long time to be able to enter a pool again and whenever he has a nightmare of his mother trying to kill Silver, he drains the pool out and leaves it dry for months.

At some point, Asher and Reina take their sons bungee jumping but after Asher nearly loses his mind when Gareth and Killian are getting geared up, the family decides to go home and indulge in other fun activities.

Sebastian develops claustrophobia after he loses Naomi for seven years.

Gwyneth makes it a point to hug both her parents as much as she can. She needs reassurance that it won't be the last time she gets the chance to hug them.

Kyle obsessively keeps track of his children after Mia's kidnapping. He has cameras installed everywhere near the twins' apartment and Nikolai's penthouse after they move to Brighton. He knows it's unhealthy, but he does it for his peace of mind.

Knox has days when he's away from Anatasia that he functions on autopilot to repress his demons.

Daniel still can't eat food on selective occasions. He prefers munching on peach flavored lollipops instead.

The first time Lia is teaching Annika different ballet stances, she has a breakdown and curls up on the floor and cries. Yan has to take Annika away and Adrian holds Lia and rocks her back and forth for a while.

It takes Sasha a while to not flinch at loud sounds/noises that are like a prelude to bombs blasting.

Anton has a hard time looking in the mirror because he stole someone's identity and hasn't made peace with it.

Jayden wakes up in cold sweat, scared that his father will finally catch up to him at some point. Once he's of an acceptable age, Daniel sits him down and tells him why his father will never show his face around them again.

It takes Astrid some time to get her driver's license. She mostly prefers to have someone else drive her around.

Xander has recurring dreams about waking up in a puddle of Kim's blood for years on end.

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Thank you for reading! It hurt my heart to write this, but it was still exhilarating in a way to shine some light on the not-so glamourous parts of some of our beloved characters.

#legacy of gods #royaleliteseries #rina kent #cole nash #silver queens #teal van doren #ronan astor #xander knight #kimberly reed

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bipanicoverthegravessiblings · 13 days

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So um....this is the first time I'm using the "ask usher" thing, (you should feel honored😤 lol). A little while back I found this fanart on reddit of gender bent versions tcoaal characters and was wondering if you could make HCs of this version of the Graves siblings since I like to imagine they have key differences to the canon versions. (You don't have to of course no pressure)

Oh! Of course- though, I ask that next time you share art with me you credit the original artist.

Reverse image searching, I found the post and the art was posted by Firm_Ad1835, once again- please don’t repost people’s art without permission ^^

I’ll gladly discuss headcanons though

Asher sees himself as Andrea’s “savior”, protecting her from the detestable pigs of the world

Mr Graves was neglectful like canon Mrs Graves, though more in the sense that it wasn’t his job to worry. He’s the father after all, and heaven forbid fathers show emotional availability and nurture their children

Hence why Andrea got shackled with Asher, she needs to learn to be responsible or some bullshit excuse

Andrea is a lot more….openly manipulative than Andrew. She knows she’s a pretty, quiet woman and uses that to her advantage. Probably tried that a lot of the time with the Wardens before Asher scared them off

Julian, like Julia, is a sweet boy who genuinely liked Andrea- even if Asher scared him and harassed him to hell and back.

#the coffin of andy and leyley #genderbent au

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pi224guy · 29 days

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fools!david

imagine fools!david audio is like an hour of rainsounds titled

"Audio RP | Lonely Alpha visits late bestfriends grave" or something like that

it's just Asher realistically scream sobbing over dead David and wondering why he didn't confess his feelings b4 it was too late. Oh, you wanted sub-David? Kinky shit? Too bad.

You get Asher & David AU angst.

They are soulmates, platonic or not. They were meant to be there in each other's lives.

They were meant to eventually be pushed away by death. Whether it's Gabe's death, Ashers, or Davids, death is the way that this goes, death is what changes the course of their lives.

They can never be happy. NEVER. I HC they dated as teens for a little. Transmasc Asher. They dated when Asher identified as a girl. They broke up bc David said he had identified as straight even though he didn't know how to be there for Asher and it was ripping him apart They can't be together. No matter the universe. They will always have that fault about their friendship. Always that fallout, always a reason to not let themselves be as they truly should. IF IM NOT HAPPY, NOBODY IS oh yeah, happy fools!verse re-entry w/ milo btw

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #david and asher are my roman empire #im actually crying (help)#i love them #adhd asher #autistic david #death is the one thing that will ever do them part.

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all-my-friends-were-glorious · 2 years

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[ Closed Starter For @southxparkxafterxdark || Asher + Michael + Ky ]

[ Aster + Firkle ]

Firkle had stuffed his nose in his grimoire for the better part of an hour, now, and he still had yet to find anything that even pointed him in the direction of an answer. All he knew for a fact was that Ash’s concern did sound rather valid. Ash knew Aster better than Aster did any day of the week, and for him to come to his mom with a concern like this?

Mom, Dad, somethings wrong with Aster. He's puking up food.

He could still hear it in his head, and it was really starting to wear on him. He’d gotten up to see what he could find, knowing that Michael was going to call Ky to have a look... But he was coming up short and it was bothering him.

Then again, he’d gone from Cthulhu’s most faithful servant to locking him out of his beach house, so he expected that there would be resistance.

Exiting the basement, he caught Michael coming out of the kitchen, blinking a couple times as he closed the book in his hand.

“Is Ky here, yet? It doesn’t look like I have anything to offer.”

Aster had been pretty well glued to Ash on the couch ever since their parents got involved in the actual food coming up instead of random stuff. He was no stranger to being sick, not by a longshot, but he had pretty well never thrown up actual food.

If he was eating parts of Ash, he never felt this bad, but he supposed there was a first time for anything. Curled up between them, he absently rubbed at his stomach.

“I really didn’t think I ate that much.” He muttered, finally drawing his brown eyes up to his brother’s. They were paler, now, than they had once been, and still glowed on occasion in the dark, “You said all I ate was you, right?”

#We Put Him Down In A Shallow Grave (Firkle Smith)#Mr Sandman Bring Me A Dream (Aster Rogers)#They're Creepy And They're Spooky (Firkle And Michael And Aster And Asher)#If All I Am Is Distraction For You Then I Can’t Complain (Asher x Aster - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)#cw incest #cw twincest #cw witchcraft #cw vomit #cw food #cw cannibalism

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Seeing the murals above the Veil enclosure

These murals are loaded with meaning. My feeling's been that they represent the Veil in many ways. For one, we have the duality of Light and Dark, not opposites, not the same, but a dyad, essential to each other, joined by the thinnest of lines. We see this in the middle mural where people hold the pillars up, separating above from below, Heaven from Hell.

Cousin Asher, you would find the concept of vacuum welding upsetting—press two sheets of metal together in void, and their atoms cannot tell which sheet they belong to. They cross freely. The two become one.

We see this again in Avalon, a side that looks like Egregore and a side that looks like the Tree of Silver Wings. A pillar sits behind. A sun hangs above. It is impossibly white.

It makes me think of the blight in the Nokris fight in Arrivals and in the battleground this season. It looks like a sun. It looks like it's been Taken.

Turn the Veil vertically like in the Ishtar Facility and what do you get?

A chalice holding the souls of all who have gone before. It rests in an unfamiliar place, a place it does not call home.

An hourglass of Light|Dark, ticking away time, life, death, until nothing.

Only two others have transcended their design. The first, an hourglass counting down with infinite patience. The second, a forgotten blade sharpened anew. And now, the Dredgen. Visit us again. We wish for you to understand what we understand. For now, it is my purpose to speak to you and you alone… but only if you remain worthy.

A pillar holding all the universe within itself, but also keeping it woven together, held aloft by those who struggle in the realm between life and death, god and man, here and beyond.

What happens if that pillar crumbles?

There's been a lot of invocation of Unveiling, the Garden, and implications that there's a bigger picture we're missing lately. We heard from the Veil's artist that it is represents "the mind and memory of the universe."

Truth to Power talks of black hole super computers and the idea of the data of all life being archived, of how

YOU MUST CAST ALL THE LIFE YOU CHERISH INTO A BLACK HOLE.

We've seen "black box" archives for destroyed civilizations discussed all over.

WHO|WHAT|WHERE IS OXA|TAOX

U. "Black holes are the densest possible computers in the physical universe. They are also the most secure, since they can be made to retain their information until they evaporate in the deep cosmic future. The Hive operate small singularity computers, such as the World's Grave, and the Vex sometimes pack enough energy and information into a small area of spacetime to collapse it into kugelblitz black hole like the one you can see outside. But a true stellar-mass or galactic-mass black hole computer is inconceivably more powerful.

"If Savathûn plans to predicate her existence on the concealment of her secrets, as Oryx predicated his upon the sword logic, it would be logical for her to safeguard her deepest secrets and her throne world in a supermassive black hole computer. To defeat her would require a journey below the event horizon and the exposure of her most jealously guarded truths." GOTO R.

Z. You leap from the Tower and escape Quria's simulation.

What is that purple and pink kaleidescopic energy in the dark, egregore goblet of the Veil? When Ghost links to the Veil, that energy seems to be what rockets to the Traveler and pierces it, allowing the Witness to part the curtains of reality and enter somewhere above and beyond us.

And then Nezarec, Master of the Void is freed. Wardcliffe Coil's lore refers to the Void as the basement of the universe. Inanna/Ishtar is thought of by Savathun in reference to the Veil and Neomuna, which Osiris hears as well. He then speaks of myths of the underworld. Katabasis. Hades. Hell. Perdition. The inferno. The Abyss.

O: [sips tea] Though my senses were darkened, that much was clear through the murk of her throne world. There was a secret she kept veiled, even to the last.

O: [sighs] I do not fully understand what I saw, and for a Human to understand a Hive mind... How many legends of katabasis do we have, Ikora?

I: We currently have dozens of stories about descending to the realms of the dead, though research has indicated many more must have existed, lost in the layers of Human history we will never lay eyes on. Mathematically, there were likely hundreds.

I: [pauses] Inanna and Dumuzid and Geshtinanna, Orpheus and Eurydice, Izanagi and Izanami, to name a few. Gods and goddesses, mortal and immortal lovers, always seeking to descend and return with the lost.

O: And neither the lost nor those who searched for them were ever returned the same.

I:...Is that how you think of yourself?

O: [scoffs] Do I sound that dire? All Guardians, all Lightbearers have done as much. But others, well... I wonder, do our former enemies have similar stories...

I: What exactly are you getting at?

O: Frequently, the underworld—or those realms beyond mortal existence—possess wisdom the living do not. What then, is knowledge from a dead Hive god vested in deception.... [long pause]

I: So. Neptune, and secrets.

O:...Inanna...

I: What is it?

O:...A thought. An echo of one. The return from the underworld, and Inanna cast off her veil... It makes sense. I did not understand, when I first felt clutching whispers. Carrying wisdom away from Kur when she strode into the sunlight again.

Ishtar entered the underworld and faced seven gates. At each gate she was stripped of clothing until she entered into that place naked and alone.

If you do not open the gate for me to come in, I shall smash the door and shatter the bolt, I shall smash the doorpost and overturn the doors, I shall raise up the dead and they shall eat the living: And the dead shall outnumber the living!

She is killed. After three days in death, she is rescued by two beings sent by one of the gods

From Wikipedia:

After Ishtar descends to the underworld, all sexual activity ceases on earth. The god Papsukkal, the Akkadian counterpart to Ninshubur, reports the situation to Ea, the god of wisdom and culture. Ea creates an androgynous being called Asu-shu-namir and sends them to Ereshkigal, telling them to invoke "the name of the great gods" against her and to ask for the bag containing the waters of life. Ereshkigal becomes enraged when she hears Asu-shu-namir's demand, but she is forced to give them the water of life. Asu-shu-namir sprinkles Ishtar with this water, reviving her. Then, Ishtar passes back through the seven gates, receiving one article of clothing back at each gate, and exiting the final gate fully clothed.

Eliksni servitors contain a record of their people, archives of those who have entered into death before the living. They are built in the image of the Traveler, a great machine with an unknown purpose, but which has exhibited a drive to protect and preserve life, all life, whether we understand its actions as such or not. It has shown, time and time again, a willingness to throw itself in front of the blade, for us. Its neutronium shell is heavy, dense beyond imagining. It's movements do not come without great effort and intent.

I believe the Witness has, in linking Ghost to the Veil, created a union of two types of records of civilization. One, the record of death, the other, the record of life. The Witness has entered into the Void, the afterlife, underworld, basement, and end of the universe, in order to face the greater gods. Or maybe, to unleash them...

Things I saw inside A wild river and a broken dam (or maybe it's just the sea crashing through a narrow gap I can't be sure). Waves slam through the gap and where they hit the stone they throw up pillars of spray that pierce the mist and crash down in thunder. There's a giant in the cataract, trying to wade against the current, and I can tell it wants to reach the lever and pull the lever which will seal off the flow or maybe give it the sword, but the torrent throws it back so it just keeps its head down and tries to push on. I can't see the face but it breathes out white smoke. I feel for it hard. A world painted around the interior like a stranger Earth everted and glued inside itself but I don't believe this one it's too much like a metaphor. A switchboard or a train station, empty, dead (waiting). The tunnels branch off into infinity. I stare down one for a long time and see a pale worm move in hungry coils around itself. I think this one is the most likely although I might have brought the worm. An egg but I'm not sure if the broth inside is warm still, or if it's gone to rot, or if the warmth comes from the struggles of the tiny winged zygote or the bleed from the wound or the thoughts of something thinking very hard. A star I think. We count on stars as steady friends because they always rise and always shine but a star's a delicate truce: an explosion caught by its own mass so that it can't erupt and can't collapse. Thus I imagine the state of the machine might be. But one force or another has gone awry and now it rests here, snuffed and broken, waiting for the two rival forms of ruin to be set in balance again.

Ghost Fragment: Mysteries 2 — Ingress via dreams alone

#destiny lore #the veil #the witness #the traveler #the void #follow the daito rabbit #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny #destinythegame #destiny2 #d2 #call me the grandmaster of semiosis

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