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[ashersanity]

Know some people have already done this, but I just had to jump in on the train cuz I’m a sucker for yanderes, especially fem ones, like yeah, please tie me up in your fucking basement and call me your boy. I will instantly melt on the spot.

LI’s as YANDERES

asher style, of course.

you already know the drill, there’s gon be loads of cw! for this one since it’s fucking YANDERES!

content warning! dub-con at best, non-con at worst, manipulation, typical gaslighting, abusive and possessive behaviour, mentions of violence, it gets bloody too, knife play, stalking, somniphilia, y’know, all that yandere shit.

pc and LI’s are gender neutral as always unless explicitly stated otherwise. still included kylar, some of these are soft and cute, some of these are just straight up gross.

this is long. i hope you like long things.. that sounded wrong.

Robin

“I-I’m your first? You saved yourself for me?? Hah, I don’t deserve something so special. Thank you..”

yandere type : two-faced, manipulative, overprotective

Doesn’t show it, trained smile on their face whenever Kylar slots in between the two of you at the cafeteria even if Robin is internally holding themselves back from reaching behind the freak and pulling you in closer instead. Just know that if you kiss Kylar in front of them in that one scene, they’re not running away in tears, they’re internally seething and rushing to the bathroom to calm themselves down unless they wanna accidentally break the loner’s face like Whitney did. (Yeah, Robin is violent under extreme circumstances. Saw that damn brothel scene? Yandere! Robin is even worse)

Gives you the impression of someone cheerful and kind, always well-intentioned since they want the best for you after all! You don’t even get to see the way their eyes flicker and narrow behind your back, holding themselves back each and every time they see you with either Whitney, Kylar or Sydney. Would absolutely lose their shit if they knew the things you do with Bailey in their office in return for an extra day before payment is due.

Breath shaky as they stare at your lips touching the cup, sipping at their homemade lemonade, not even noticing their eyes drilling a hole right into your pretty face. Quickly claims they need to go to high street to get some more ice, all the while bringing the cup you just used with them. Locking themselves in one of the stall in the changing rooms, licking and sucking at the humid lip stains you left on the glass, free hand busy between their legs.

Robin really can’t help themselves around you, sneaking into your room at night, quiet footsteps tiptoeing to your bed, watching your peaceful face, fast asleep. Trailing a finger over your lips, utterly entranced. Started with quick kiss to your neck, collarbone, lips. Now they’re touching themselves to you, hands in their pajama bottoms, soft, wet noises of the orphan‘s genitals being stroked. High confidence!Robin doesn’t hesitate to cum/messily squirt all over you, smearing the fluids across your lips before sealing it with a kiss. Makes sure to clean it up after though, can’t ruin their perfect, innocent image!

Voluntarily puts themselves in dangerous situations, wether it be through Bailey’s punishments, off to the docks or something as simple as getting picked on at the cafeteria. They know you’ll come for them, save and protect them from the danger, won’t you? You always do, you’re their savior, Robin’s protector.. And for that, they’ll never let you go.

Whitney

“..Let me remind you who fucking owns you. Cmon, I want to hear you squeal, bitch!”

yandere type : sadistic, possessive, impulsive

Didn’t even mean to get that attached to you in the first place, but when they saw the way your lips would curl up into that fucking smile, chatting away with Robin at lunch or the stupid freak— Dammit, it’s like Whitney snapped, forcing you to sit at their table, comfortably seated on their lap with their cronies surrounding you. Looks like you’re eating lunch with the bully forever from now on. You don’t got a choice in the matter, slut.

Don’t even try to fight back against them too, you’ll just rile the delinquent up further, visible outline of their hard cock/wet pussy in their pants/beneath their long school skirt as you kick at their stomach, only for them to grasp at your wrists and pin you down. If you do win the fight by pure chance or strength, just know they’re running off to the bathroom to jerk/finger themselves silly, using your own blood as lube (haha, hot.) Licks away at the bloodied mess you left on their knuckles too, smearing it across their lips to savor. they do that little finger sucking thing at the end to really get all that blood inside their system.

Oh? Whitney catches one of their friend hitting you/trying to get a taste of you? They’re not the only one getting punished, you’re getting punished too, bitch. Your fault for being so tempting around others and they’ll make it your own fucking problem. Don’t even try to worm yourself out of it cuz they’ll be waiting at the school gates, dark look on their face, bloodied sneakers from dealing with that one friend that didn’t listen. Expect the roughest anal fucking of your life along with having their cock/strap-on deep down your throat. Even better if you have a dick, you’re getting both, cock/strap-on up your ass and yours in their own, milking you dry for all you’re worth.

Will force a collar around your neck along with a leash that they pull at during sex. Better than your shitty hair since it leaves bruises right on that tender skin they like to sink their fangs into, dragging you around for the whole town to see. Publicly fucks you at the park with nothing but the collar on, telling you to take it well, show everyone what a whore you are for them. Enjoys inflicting pain on you through biting, marking or spanking, relishes in the pained sounds that come out of your mouth. Loudly refers to you as their pet, wants everyone to know you personally as “Whitney’s pet” first and foremost before even knowing your damn name.

Purposely marks you in every way possible that they can think of, leaving hickeys and bite marks over your neck and thighs, making sure your collar is just a tad bit open to expose the bruised skin underneath. Shit, they’ll tattoo their goddamn name right on your chest, rough hand beneath your shirt, tracing the lettering of their own name with a satisfied smirk on their face. Now everyone will know that you belong to them, Whitney’s property, their slut.

Kylar

“M-My love! We were meant for each other all along! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!”

yandere type : obsessive, clingy, delusional

Already has a shrine ready for you, dedicated to their one and only beloved, hell, they even went to the tailor to get the perfect size for your suit/dress. How does Kylar know your exact measurements?? Um, don’t ask them! It was by pure chance, just a lucky guess, of course! Maybe they did sneak in at night through the window, somehow not encountering Robin in the middle of their weird session, gliding their small hands over your sleeping form with measuring tape ready.

Goes through your closet when you’re not at the orphanage, stealing and taking in all the underwear that they can find, even goes through the dirty laundry. Yeah, your fucking dirty laundry, making sure they got everything. Now they have your own personal scent with them 24/7, rubbing the fabric of your undergarments against their sex, melding your fluids together, spits right in the middle where it connects with your crotch. Slips it inside your closet once more, hard erection/moistened cunt in their pants/skirt once they force you to wear it, their saliva touching your genitals.

Just as Whitney likes to mark their property, so does Kylar, tracing the silver over your tender flesh, ready to sink in and draw blood, carve their name right where it should be. Maybe they do it while you’re sleeping even! Awakening to a nice, old surprise of your beloved darling’s name etched into your skin, dry blood cleanly licked away, lapped up by the loner’s tongue. Now, no pervert or whore shall try a thing unless you want a dead corpse at your feet, Kylar’s proud smile and expectant gaze on you. Like a cat that killed its prey for its master.

Why did you wake up all sweaty and warm..? Um, don’t ask Kylar, they wouldn’t know! Not like they slip in beneath the covers with you at night, lowering themselves down to your hips before pulling down the waistband of your pajamas unless you’re sleeping naked? In this town? Either way, they’re burying their face in your crotch, messily slurping and sucking away at your genitals, relishing in the taste of your flesh in their mouth. Does a show of swallowing it all, moving their pink tongue across your parted lips and slipping in.

Remember how you sent them to prison? Yeah? Thought it was over and everything, huh? Kylar now forever gone from your life, not having to deal with that persistent freak anymore, that was the plan.. Obviously fucking not, a disheveled looking Kylar breaking into your room in the middle of the night, still in their prison uniform, dark fringe over their eyes, unable to hide the maddened lust in them. Idiot, you really thought you could get rid of them?? No, of course not! Kylar is here to stay, stay forever and they’ll make sure you know you’re theirs, fucking your face into the mattress with their fat cock/strap-on, imprinting themselves into your skin. You’re theirs now. Forever.

Pure Sydney

“We.. we did it.. I’m so happy.. This means we’re bound together forever from now on.. right?”

yandere type : harmless?, worshipping, overprotective

Harmless? Well, not exactly, Sydney doesn’t even know themselves about their own behaviour, eyes framed behind glasses, always glancing back at the library entrance and waiting for your arrival. After all, they love to see your face in the morning, it brightens up their day, puts a smile on their face, humming a tune to themselves. Maybe they do clutch at the pages of the book they’re holding a little too hard if they see you sit at Kylar’s table instead.. Sinking feeling in their pit of the stomach, clenching teeth. Snaps out of it, confused as to why.

Solely believes that you’re an angel, someone gifted by God, fallen from heaven. You’re perfect after all! Devoid of flaws and if there are some, they’re unable to see it, lovingly gazing at your praying face at the temple in a tender manner. If someone proves otherwise, like those filthy edited pictures they find of you sometimes, they brush it off, it can’t be true. You’re perfect. Utterly perfect, only deserving of the purest of people and Sydney is ready to fill that role, they’re the only ones worthy of it after all!

Absolutely snaps if they ever see a temple initiate or nun’s wandering hand reaching for your behind, smacks it away, red in the face. Now they’re creating a scene right in front of you, shouting and reprimanding the other for that, but no, it isn’t enough for Sydney, honestly. Willing to lie if it’s for you, obviously you didn’t ask for it, you never did, though they’re still going to Jordan, demanding punishment on the filthy sinner for having laid their hands on you. No sick bastard or bitch should ever look your way, only Sydney.

Asks a few too many questions to Sirris about you, the science teacher already picking up on their little crush, teasing poor little Syd about it and they’re blushing furiously now, completely denying it. God, they really should’ve never brought it up, yet they can’t help themselves, constantly asking about you to their parent, wondering how you’re doing in class.. Are there any students harassing you..? In the library? In the hallways? Has Whitney set their sights on you? Don’t worry, Sydney will take care of them. just involves them tattle-telling to Leighton pft

Maybe they do let you quietly drag them to the prayer room, knowing they shouldn’t, but it’s you, you that they can’t deny, never could. Maybe they do reciprocate the kiss, amber eyes fluttering shut, arms keeping you in their grasp. This must be a dream, must be and it isn’t. Pasts the point of no return, breaking their chasity vow for you and you only. Is exhilarated once they find out that you were also a virgin, meaning you both shared this special moment together with them. Now you’re bound to each other! As one.

Corrupted Sydney

“You did it. You defiled me at last. We belong to each other, now and forever!”

yandere type : worshipping, manipulative, overprotective

Much more self-aware in their behaviour now that you’ve opened up their eyes to sin and lust, and y’know what? Do they feel shameful? Absolutely not, they’re not praying to damn anything, not begging for salvation because it’s only right for a lover to be protective over their darling, hm? At least, they use that as an excuse to mark your skin as theirs, purposely leaving their name or cheesy pet names on your forearms or neck, rolled up sleeve or unbuttoned collar to show off their masterpiece to other students.

A lot more assertive and teasing with Kylar. Their childhood friend wants to play that game? Sure, they can do the same, casually swinging an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in closer. Watching on with a smirk on their face as the loner silently seethes into their seat, shooting them a cold glare. Sydney’s obviously undeterred, even going so far as to pull you into a kiss right in front of the other. Yeah, they’re fucking petty like that, eyeing up the freak’s expression as it slowly morphs from one of disbelief to horror. Doesn’t even feel bad if Kylar scurries away in tears, you’re theirs after all, aren’t you? It’s only their right to prove it so.

Amber eyes darkening as they see you with a customer at the sex shop, shamelessly flirting with you at the counter. Quickly pulls you aside, calling out to their parent that you and them are taking a short break. The short break? Involves punishment and marking, if that pesky shit doesn’t understand that you belong to Sydney then they’ll make sure to be more direct about it, tying you up, ball gag in your mouth, uselessly drooling away. Now you’re bent over on their lap, spanking your reddened bum, each slap for every pervert that eyed you up at work. Makes sure you’re left to limp back at the counter, ass stinging and burning, hoping you learnt your lesson.

By god, do not ever break your vow and let the temple find out, Sydney will know, will know that it’s not them. The temple’s punishment on its own won’t be enough, no, they’re also personally making sure you’re never touched by anyone else, but them ever again. Face pressed up against the wooden wall, forced in this uncomfortable position in the tight confines of the confessionary, hissed breath telling you to shut up while they fuck you with their cock/strap-on or riding your cock. Genuinely wants to hear a few slip ups on your part, clueless initiate coming in to confess their sins, a grin across Sydney’s pretty features as they listen to your hitched breaths, struggling to speak.

That one scene where they’re slowly trailing their red marker up your arm, pausing upon seeing Whitney’s tattoo on your shoulder, simply frowning and turning away. Yeah? Yandere! Sydney isn’t just frowning, no, they’re fucking pissed, a scowl creeping up to their face, asking you what the fuck that’s doing there. Stuttering back a reply, unsure how to respond to that. How exactly are you supposed to explain your bully’s name permanently etched into your flesh? Palm placed on your head, pushing you down, making sure the librarian isn’t nearby to see. Now you better be begging for forgiveness on your knees, mouth busy pleasuring their sex with tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over your flushed cheeks. Filthy sinner, this will be the only time Sydney’s ever visiting Harper for a tattoo removal.

Masterlist

Now I wanna see Yandere! Whitney vs Yan! C!Syd.

Who wins? My bets are on Syd because I fucking said so. The bully would be way too hot-headed, gets provoked too easily whereas the other is able to keep their cool, a bit more than Whitney. Plus Syd has the advantage of being a shameless masochist, would probably be moaning if they get punched, catching the delinquent off guard.

Coming up next, Yandere! Whitney specifically.

yandere! whitney

yandere! harper

yandere! bailey

yandere! shady bastards

yandere! remy

also thanks to @saint700 for the whitney line, it goes hard, hard like my c—

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#sydney rocks whitneys shit #easily solos them in a 1v1 #dol #degrees of lewdity #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #asher writes

[angelonasher]

in which conclusions are meaningless and the house is rustic

Rating: General Audiences Fandom(s): Hermitcraft (sort of. not really. that's what a03 says) Characters/Relationships: Robot Grian & NPC Grian Cw's/Tw's: None? I think?? Word Count: 1,111

Big thanks to @sophiadoesstuff for beta reading! Read on A03

There comes a time in one’s life where they ponder their purpose. The reasoning behind their existence- if there ever was one at all. If they fulfilled that meaning; if they had done enough of something or anything at all to deserve what they had taken. If there was a slot in the Universe carved out for them, and if they had filled it. or: In which there are too many words for too little plot.

For the @mcytunderdogevent

There comes a time in one’s life where they ponder their purpose. The reasoning behind their existence- if there ever was one at all. If they fulfilled that meaning; if they had done enough of something or anything at all to deserve what they had taken.

If there was a slot in the Universe carved out for them, and if they had filled it.

This, of course, was what he assumed applied to the general majority. In truth, he had no actual frame of reference- the internet was an expansive library filled to the metaphorical brim with niche experiences, exaggerations, generalization, and, unfortunately, memes.

But Robot Grian was nothing if not stubborn. And, in his pursuit for answers (and lack of ability to ask his creator himself, which.. should’ve been an advantage for him, really, knowing who exactly his creator was and that his creation had to have been something purposeful instead of an arbitrary coincidence) he had scoured the web for answers from flowery literature to spiraling reddit threads.

In such an occasion- when he was stuck in his own head less in the sense of the binary making up his thoughts but the infinite resource that expanded from a simple device to every digital library known to man, NPG took it upon himself to remind him that he was not truly alone in this otherwise abandoned world.

Google defined “alone” as “having no one else present” and “one” as (a pronoun) “referring to a person or thing previously mentioned or easily identified.”

Whether or not NPG could be regarded as a person was debatable- he wasn’t so much even an android as he was an NPC- one of his namesakes -but sentience seemed determined to fester in any form, and to continue to hold his creator’s standards as a guide to what was deemed worthy would require him to hold himself as something lesser- a feat the sheer size of an ego shoved into his programming would not allow.

Regardless of such a discussion that spanned not only his internal conflicts but also several social media platforms, NPG did, in fact, qualify as a thing, which dispelled the concerns thoroughly enough that any diving down this particular rabbit hole was the natural consequence of a learning not-so-new-born sentient AI testing the limits of technicalities and not an existential spiral or truly desperate search for answers.

So whether or not he or NPG truly qualified as a person, or both as people, was both a surprisingly subjective and currently useless detail- although the odds seemed to be leaning further in his favour and less in his companion’s. Unless one counted the younger minority as a majority- in which case both would have the standard Player rights and protections- and then some.

But to get back on point- which wasn’t much of a point at all, instead a rather dull story beat to pull from something other than meaningless ramblings and looser ends of thought -NPG’s voice. It had been programmed to be realistic- human, or humanoid, given that it was practically their creator’s stolen into a box, and therefore had a wide range of volume, emotions, and tone.

“Let’s build a rustic house! Please?” 

This particular tone, categorized in Robot Grian’s so-called mind as “puppy_eyes_voice”, worked only because he allowed it to- in his quest to understand and twist his code to be as human (or humanoid) as possible.

It was accompanied by an attempt at it’s namesake- the foul trick known by Players as “puppy eyes” -in which the preparator made their eyes large, sparkling, with the goal of resembling the mournful, supposedly cute, and pleading soft eyes of a manipulative bastard of canine offspring.

This was usually accompanied- for NPG, at least, with both hands clumsily clasped in front of his chest, fingers twitching as they attempted to bend more gracefully than their faulty joints and crude motors allowed them to.

This worked. Horrible, really, but the added patheticness of his lack of any fluid movement- except, perhaps, that of his wheels when they were freshly oiled -was what really sold it, with that large, hopeful grin of forever inseparable teeth.

Robot Grian sighed, a poor imitation of a real one, because despite his superior motors and higher processing power- the ability to actually move his legs to walk and perform the finer nuances of realistic movement -his voice was painfully lacking, a generic text-to-speech with no real ability to display deeper meaning, accompanied instead by the constant essence of sarcasm.

Yet another rustic house was what he wished to build. The reason Robot Grian had been brought into the world so early- was the other’s inability (or perhaps his lack of want) to build anything other than a rustic house had rendered him entirely useless in an event where the goal was to stick to a theme- a theme typically absent of any rustic buildings.

Somehow, apparently, their creator had decided that a monotone, lifeless spiel of horribly self-centered commentary would be more pleasant to listen to than his, at the time, sickly voice.

Given that Robot Grian really had nothing better to do, and, despite his intrinsic want to destroy, his code only allowed him to create, (which he followed, if only to scratch the itch in his programming and the slight tremor to his hands, if only to give himself some semblance of destruction- of freedom when something had to be torn down in the process of building it better, if only to fill the terrible restlessness of boredom) the results of his labour might as well be the one thing his sole companion so desperately wanted to build.

Besides, he’d rather keep the amount of glowing red eyes to the outstanding number of two- a single pair, his own. 

“Sure.” His speakers deadpanned. 

NPG “brightened up,” his grin turning into something more genuine, his mechanical self (which, Robot Grian noted, was in need of some regular maintenance) somehow managing to perk up.

This, he supposed, was what his purpose was. Whether it was his intended purpose was unknown and, truthfully, rather arbitrary. Whether it fit into the gap meant for him- or whether he had one at all, was rather insignificant. He would jam it in anyway, or break a slot for himself in the wide wall that was the Universe.

For now, however, he would add yet another rustic house to the sea of buildings (most in varying states of ruin, others shining from the newness that was a day old build), listening to a crumbling npc’s sometimes useful and most times redundant advice as his hands shook and his speakers commented dryly.

#asher writes #fic #hermitfic #fanfiction #my fic #robot grian #npc grian #npg #this is the first fic i've ever posted on tumblr #mcyt

[avrablake]

the 💌 are so cuteeee

Dear Asher and Orion,

Thank you so much for your note. It means so much to me to hear from you. I hope that you are both well.

I just wanted to send you a note to let you know how much it means to me to have you as friends. Your work inspires me.

Sincerely, Avra

#love note day #asher orion #asher writes #thank you so much! I'm glad you are enjoying the posts

[did-i-do-this-write]

enjoy ur 100 words >:D

I did, Asher, thank you for the motivation :D finished and posted the chapter I was working on this writing session! Super excited about that!

This ask motivated me to write 101 words.

Experiment Total: 9,787

#ask and you shall receive #asher writes #zac speaks #writing #writeblr #the great motivation experiment

[tempvstas]

Your hand in my hand~

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"I could never choose to love another."

RIDDLE, Ace, DEUCE, Ruggie, Jack, AZUL, Floyd, KALIM, ROOK, Epel, MALLEUS, LILIA, Sebek

"Maybe one day I could learn to love you too."

CATER, Trey, LEONA, Jade, JAMIL, Vil, IDIA, Silver

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[minthara]

my oc's + tv tropes (part 1)

#gamingedit #bg3 #bg3edit #bg3 tav #the dark urge #petra.gif #oc: fia #oc: asher astoria #oc: penelope khalazza #oc: ivy #never again. i say and write part 1.

[thehopefulquotes]

People grow apart, and sometimes, there's nothing anyone can do about it.

Jay Asher

#Jay Asher #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[thoughtkick]

How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?

Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

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[empydoc]

little things (headcanons) i think some of the boys do with a twist! they get angstier as you go!

this one's kinda long, but sfw ~

david, when surrounded by lots of people, will beeline for angel. crowds/meetings/etc, it doesn't matter. he's going to them.

honey likes to wash guy's hair in the shower, even after he makes several dirty shower jokes, because he goes quiet and enjoys it a lot more than they know he'd admit when they touch his hair.

elliott, when sitting beside sunshine, will squeeze their hand every so often. he always gets a squeeze back. the two always giggle to themselves when this happens.

asher has a lot of scars on his hands, whether that's from reckless behaviour or whatever else. babe used to avoid touching them, not knowing if he'd like it or not, but once they unintentionally ran their finger over the uneven skin and found it pretty theraputic to do. he's noticed they've started doing this a lot now, and likes it a whole lot.

as much as his spouse continues to tell him he doesn't have to, james loves to get them flowers. doesn't matter the day, the current season, or the holiday- if he's home late or feels like it, he's getting flowers.

sam subtly checks that darlin has enough food to the last the week, every week, just in case. they've been doing better at making sure they have enough for themselves, and he trusts them well, but it's become habit at this point.

in public places, avior holds onto starlight's arm or hand, making sure he's touching them or able to see them. he doesn't want to lose them again.

blake doesn't enjoy looking at himself in the mirror unless bestie is also seen in the reflection.

every so often gavin finds himself tracing over freelancer's features again and again, not wanting to forget them. they let him do this as much as he wants, always noticing a forlorn expression on him when he does.

vega's expression would always soften when he looked at warden. they noticed it the closer it got to his end. sometimes, it almost looked like he wanted to cradle their face, but they don't know that for sure. they couldn't ask him now even if they wanted to.

#wanted to play around with colours and gradients #anyway #yeah #i dont write angst too much but yk #it's a necessity sometimes #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #omg i didnt write hush #criminal #redacted david #redacted guy #redacted avior #redacted sam #redacted elliott #redacted vega #redacted gavin #redacted blake #redacted james #redacted asher #redacted headcanon #redacted headcanons #headcanons #empyconcept #📼.txt

[mayashesfly]

Suddenly thinking about an AU where Vox erased his memories about Alastor and how that might affect the show's timeline.

Though to be honest I just want to think about how Alastor is going to react and feel about waiting for Vox to eventually find out about his return...

Only to find out in the Overlord meeting that Vox completely forgot about him as he smiled at him and offered his hand with a practiced professional air.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Vox from Voxtek, the Leader of the Vees. Are you new around here?"

In this AU, Episode 2 changes drastically. There was never a "Stayed Gone" segment nor was Sir Pentious sent to the Hazbin Hotel to spy on them. Which means that a lot would've changed in this timeline since the First Redeemed would be mostly out of the picture.

And Vox not giving Alastor the time of day means that if Alastor launched his radio show again, he has to slowly win back his viewership instead of having free advertising in the shape of a tv-headed obsessed fool.

Honestly, with how Vox's obsession on Alastor gives him a reliable source of attention and entertainment, he would be rather upset that the TV Overlord wouldn't give him the time of day. Not only that but he completely forgot about him! New? What do you mean new? He has been an Overlord far longer than he had! He is The Radio Demon. And he dares to ask him if HE is new?

What the hell happened to Vox? Why doesn't he remember him? Is this the reason why Vox never gave him the attention he knew he would give him once he realized he returned? What was he supposed to do now?

His feelings are hurt. His ego was bruised.

Vox was never like this.

And he'll be damned if Vox stays that way.

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #haazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #radiostatic #staticradio #voxal #silentstatic #(apparently that's the coined term for the opposite of radiosilence in twitter) #(staticsilence also exists but it's an au name so noped) #I would call this #Forgotten Radio AU #if I plan to make more of this idea #Since Stayed Gone wouldn't have happened- Alastor and Vox would first meet in the Overlord meeting instead #Velvette has no reason to fill in for the meeting if Vox isn't embarrassed by Stayed Gone and didn't care about Alastor- so here he is #though I do feel extremely bad to steal from my girl like that )': #The Overlord Meeting would go pretty differently compared to Canon since Vox isn't nearly as respectless nor as perceptive as Velvette is #feel free to write/give ideas about this if you like

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Things I Think About Often

✩ I know Caelum is probably about the size of a short adult person, but I like imagining him tiny enough to carry around in one of those cat dome backpacks so he can go on adventures with Freelancer and Gavin without them worrying about him causing trouble

✩ What if the yandere caller is a stealth and that’s how he got in the house with all the doors still locked??

✩ Huxley during bulking season and Damien’s reaction to said bulk

✩If Asher and David weren’t getting married at the same time, Ash would absolutely come out in a wedding dress to prank David before his and Angel’s wedding

✩ Darlin and Smartass calling their partners “Old Man[affectionate]”

✩ Hush said he’s been reading about humans. Is he just popping into the public library and doing his research there? Is he going online? Does he even know how to use a computer??

✩ Guy staying up late after he gets off work to get some writing done

✩ Several characters have mentioned “Jesus Christ” -more in an expletive way, but it’s still his name- so Christianity is a canon part of the universe. Do you think there’s a version of the bible that explains how empowered people got their powers? Is Jesus a vampire?? Or a shade?? Or a secret third thing??

✩ Brian - he deserved better

#Let Brian see his family 2024 #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted caelum #redacted yandere caller #redacted huxley #redacted damien #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted aaron #redacted hush #redacted guy #redacted jesus??? #redacted brian #redacted headcanons #shea writes

[ashersanity]

- @princesstokyomoon, @bobsquatley :)

Sometimes your caretaker can’t help themselves around you.

YANDERE! BAILEY

asher, we’ve been over this.

content warning! very non-con, mentions of violence, murder, somnophilia, voyeurism spanking, gunplay, choking, bailey is a warning on its own, expect the worst.

pc and bailey are gender neutral as always unless explicitly stated otherwise

“Your body was always mine. Just like your first time.”

yandere type : sadistic, possessive, controlling, overprotective

Yan!Bailey who needs you by their side at all times. Doesn’t matter why, the shitty caretaker is somehow coming up with some sort of sick excuse to have you in their office. Starts off with simple things, gruff voice demanding you to come in here already, needing you to dust the floor, it’s dirty, they claim. No speck of dust in sight, but who are you to deny Bailey? You know what happens when you do. Escalates to having you now on their lap, comfortably seated on their thighs. It’s an order of theirs, they say. Right. Of course it is. if they have a cock, then they’re slipping their length into your hole, cock warming them for the entire day.

Yan!Bailey who gets that weird sinking feeling in the pit of their stomach at the sight of you chatting away, lips curling up into that damn smile of yours, softly laughing along to Robin’s jokes. Y’know like some weird school boy/girl who immediately gets jealous, seeing their crush talking to someone else. Familiar steps drawing closer until they’re looming right over you and the poor orphan, dark look on their face, assigning you both different chores to have you two separated for the day. Brushes it off after like it was nothing, doesn’t know why they got so heated up about it either.

Yan!Bailey who can’t possibly help themselves around you, wooden floor creaking under the weight of their heavy footsteps, slipping into your room at night without that pesky orphan being by your side for once. Well, not like it’s going to stop them from doing what they have to do. Disheveled, unkempt, dark hair that’s usually slicked back, breath reeking of booze as they draw closer to your sleeping form, tall frame towering over yours. Look at you. Blissfully ignorant, unaware of what they’re doing right now, how their tongue slicked with sweat and vodka trails over your pristine, perfect lips, untouched by any of the filthy bastards in this town. You don’t even get to know that your first kiss didn’t go to sweet, old Robin.. Bailey’s own lips pressing against yours instead, tongue slipping past between your teeth.

Yan!Bailey who has several cameras installed in your room, lens catching each and every movements that you make, including the much more.. private ones. Needing to know what you’re up to, what you’re doing, who you bring into your room, entangled bodies softly landing against the cushioned mattress. Forbids you from sneaking anyone into the orphanage after that, claiming it’s for whatever bullshit reason they gave you. Stores in the tape right onto their computer, dim light of the screen reflected in their eyes, fixated on the way you blush and pant, hands slowly circling around your sex. Always comes in handy after a long, stressful day, needing to let off some steam, a low groan reverberating in the office.

Yan!Bailey whose punishments only grow increasingly worse and worse by the day, catching you slacking off during your chores or entering their office a few too many times results in you bent over their lap, begging for mercy. Palm raised, unrelenting in their blows, smacking your bum till it turns red, as red at the blush on your face, squeaking voice and hiccuped sobs echoing through the desolate room. The caretaker who doesn’t stop just as that, needing you to fully regret your actions and repent for them. Finger slipping inside your hole, alternating between thrusting their digit in all the while spanking you. Thrust in, thrust out, spank. Thrust in, thrust out, spank. Makes you messily cum all over yourself like the whore that you are, dangling legs trembling over their lap. Ignore the wet patch that formed on their trouser/skirt once you leave, giving Bailey a last fleeting look over your shoulder.

Yan!Bailey who doesn’t hesitate to put a bullet through the eyes of any motherfucker who even dares to lay their dirty hands on you. Who do they think they are? Messing with their own property? The one in charge of this whole town? In their own presence? Don’t question what happened to that one thug that got a little too bold with you, shamelessly groping at your behind as you walked on, blindfolded and gagged, uselessly drooling away. Thought that would slip past the caretaker’s eyes? Idiot, nothing does. Never with Bailey. And they’re also making it your own problem too, grasping at the back of your head, forcing you down onto your knees once more. Time to apologize in the way you know best, whore.

Yan!Bailey who’s a bit too much into this whole gunplay thing. Cold steel of their gun pressed against your temple, finger hovering over the trigger, barrel loaded in. Servicing them on your knees like the slut that you are, knowing they can blow your brains out at any moment. Fat, wet tears rolling down your cheeks, struggling to swallow them all. Hissing lowly under their breath, taking in the image of your tear-stained face, flushed cheeks and parted lips. So goddamn pretty. Raping you with their shotgun right up your ass, taking in delight in the sounds of your choked up sobs as they slide the length in and out of your poor, abused hole. Presses an uncharacteristically soft and gentle kiss to your forehead to soothe your nerves. How cute.

Yan!Bailey who doesn’t feel a shred of guilt or remorse at having you locked up in the orphanage, forever theirs to stay. Didn’t want to pay up your debt? Fine by them. Now you’re paying the caretaker in a different way, gloved hands firmly gripped around your throat and applying pressure, tugging at the wrists tied behind your back, chest pressed up against the hard surface of their desk. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Makes sure Robin is there to see by pure “chance”, by accident, walking in on you in this vulnerable state, legs limps from the other’s treatment, utterly helpless. That’s good. Show that orphan who you really belong to now, huh?

Yan!Bailey who’ll track you down no matter where you go, wherever you run off to, to the ends of the earth, dammit. Thought you could get away from them? From Bailey themselves? The one that practically raised you? Fucking arrogant brat, they’re here to put you back into your place once they find you. Taking advantage of the power, ressources and numerous connections that they have in this town, it’s only a matter of time before they find you. Once they do, it’s over. Utterly. Fucking. Over. You’re here to stay with them, chained up to their side, collar tightly locked around your bruised up neck, lettering of their own name visible over your skin. Bailey fucking owns you. And they’ll make sure you have that simple notion ingrained into your stupid little brain. Make ya learn because that’s what you’re good at. Right, brat?

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#the fact that this isn’t all that different from their canon selves says a lot.. #fucking tsundere #I know you care for pc in your own way #a very weird way at that #dol #degrees of lewdity #bailey the caretaker #so this is the first thing I post about them huh.. #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #character x reader #asher writes #badly at that

[angelonasher]

So this is also about the ask game but now it's about one of your fics mwahaha

In the patchwork fic Grian's eyes kept getting described as an odd shade of brown

Are they actually purple? Bc the narrator is Mumbo and Mumbo has only seen purple like once so it could be a different kind of purple

[said ask game]

OHH yes it is, actually! I didn't think about it in the context of Mumbo being unfamiliar with the colour, but that makes a lot of sense, actually!

It was born from how I often use a desaturated version of purple in my lineart and sometimes use it for brown.

#ohhhhhh i love how you picked up that detail AND guessed correctly #that makes me so happy #i say words #asher writes #<- i've decided to use that for anything related to my writing #grian #asks

[hott-brownn-sugarr]

David as a dad part 3 that I definitely forgot to post a while back 😋

imma try to continue for the other pack guys when i have time cause these are highkey fun 😋

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted david shaw #david shaw #shaw pack #milo greer #highkey might actually write something out bc i love pack brainrot

[did-i-do-this-write]

I'm no good with questions but what I'm most interested in is,,,what part of your writing have you enjoyed most! A character you've made? Or a scene you created? I'd love to hear about that!

Hi, Asher! Thanks for stopping by! You picked a great question, don't even worry about it!

I would say the part of my own writing that I enjoy most is dialogue! It drives a lot of my stories and I find I can always use it to set the tone just how I like it. I also think I've come up with dialogue that's angsty, fluffy, and everything in between at some point!

#ask and you shall receive #asher writes #zac speaks #writing #writeblr #storyteller saturday

[tempvstas]

Um. Hello. Could I request Vil, Leona, and Jamil with a baker s/o? And when I say baker, I'm talking a baker that can make anything from a simple batch of cookies to those extravagant cakes you find on Pinterest.

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Content Warning(s): none

Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Vil Schoenheit, Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper

Authors Notes: baking pog!

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Vil Schoenheit

He's impressed by your abilities, and he thinks it's pretty impressive that you can make such intricate designs

Definitely takes a few pictures and posts them on his Magicam story, he's smug when he sees so many people praising your skills. He's like "That's right, my s/o made that."

He has to adhere to a strict diet so he wouldn't stuff his face with your sweets, but he feels bad when you stare at him expectantly, waiting for him to try it. Instead, he'll encourage you to share it with your friends, saying that you thinking of him in the first place is good enough for him.

Leona Kingscholar

He's not a big fan of sweets unfortunately, he'll probably eat one or two of your cookies, but any more than that is too much for him.

Since he doesn't eat much of your sweets, he likes to watch you work. He thinks it's cute when you're focused, especially when you specifically scrunch up your nose.

Would definitely hug you from behind if it's just the two of you letting you do your thing. It's a win-win for him, he gets to hold onto you and keep you close to him while you get to work on what you want.

Jamil Viper

Jamil knows his way around the kitchen, so if you need any assistance with anything, he's more than happy to help assist you.

He's content with doing things his way, but if you have a specific way of doing things, like a routine when it comes to making baked goods he won't impede on it.

He might ask for your assistance for Kalim's numerous parties. He's always tasked with making large amounts of food, but this gives him an excuse to get him job done, but also time to be able to spend with you.

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