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mayashesfly · 19 days

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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

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ashersanity · 4 months

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DoL hardcore should be a mod at this point QUICK START BRAINSTORMING IDEAS.

tutorial npc is obviously gonna be replaced with bailey? Cuz it makes more sense? cuz well no tutorial is needed just a note on PC’s bed by a previous victim

“sorry to cut this short but this town is full of lunatics I always feel like I am being watched every time I talk to you I felt like something was off so i started to hide things in your wardrobe paper spray and a Bat, if bailey finds out you have theses he/she will surely take them away so hide them under your bed nobody checks underneath the bed - ???”

That’s all I can think tbh

Honestly, don’t think the game should start that way in my personal opinion. The idea of there being a previous victim before PC would mean this is a normal, everyday thing that happens to everyone regardless of who they are. Vrel has stated a few times before that PC is in fact special, unique. There’s a reason why they have certain traits that no one else possesses in this town like oh, I don’t know.. the ability to transform into a fucking divine being? Angel and demon? Animals too? Not to mention the crazy amount of skills they pick up on as they execute it with perfected movements, better than anyone else in the game. That’s abnormal, obviously so.

Better idea in mind, PC stands out among the others in town, there’s just something that inherently differentiates them from others, catches the unwanted attention of certain.. people, people that you do not wish to attract into your life. It’s inevitable though, isn’t it?

Make your childhood friend head over heels for you, slipping beneath your covers at night as they press themselves further into you, erratic breaths against the nape of your neck. Make the school delinquent pause momentarily in their tracks once they get a glimpse of your figure, making your way to your next class in the hallways, unaware of their eyes on you. The school freak (who’s already one anyway) hidden behind one of the corners, watching your every move and memorizing your schedule down to a T. The avid church goer, gaze transfixed on your praying form with your eyes gently shut, gentle hands clasped together. Having to snap themselves out of it before going back to what they were doing, trying to get that image out of their head.

Even better, don’t specify which mod this is. Make it seem as though this is just the regular version of the game, only to be met with Robin blocking your path, sanity barely discernable in their eyes. “You can’t just go! Bailey’s going to take you away from me! You have to stay!”

No matter where you go, no matter what you do, they’ll always find you, they’ll always like you and they will make sure they’ll have you.

#for my pcs this would just be a stroll in the park #they’re already canonically yanderes so it’d be like meeting their own kind #don’t think anyone compares to how fucked up they are #esme would be ecstatic about it #asher not so much..#johan has dealt with plenty of freaks before this won’t stray him #dol #degrees of lewdity #yan dol #yandere dol #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #asher rambles #asher getting.. ideas!#asher gets asks

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lynzishell · 2 months

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Transcript + Bonus under the cut:

Phoenix: Your sister decided not to come? Asher: No, I, uh, asked her not to in the end. Phoenix: How come?

Asher: It’s complicated. I’d rather not get into it tonight. Phoenix: Sure. Everything okay? Asher: Eh, getting there. Phoenix: Well, if there’s anything we can do, just let us know. Asher: I will. Thanks.

Megan: How is the wedding planning going? Dawn: [laughs] It’s a lot harder now that Aspen is here. But I finally got the invitations out, so we’re making progress. Megan: Can I help with anything? What do you have left to do?

Dawn: Um, well, I still need to figure out flowers and cake. And I still need a dress. I haven’t even started looking yet. Megan: We should start there then. I’d love to take you dress shopping; we can make a day of it. Dawn: Really? Megan: Of course! Do you have a particular style in mind already? Dawn: Oh, I don’t know. Something simple.

A little autonomous slow dancing after dinner... whether they want to or not, apparently.

These two are definitely related.

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redactedattackeded · 8 months

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babe and asher being two adhd bitches who bounce off of each other’s vocal stims until they mash all of the current ones together to make one vocal stim hellchild that they repeat everywhere

#they said it once during a pack meeting and david had to take a pause and sigh #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asher #redacted headcanons #asher talbot #redacted babe #redacted shaw pack #redacted asher and babe #redacted asher x babe #asher x babe

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lostinanothersmemories · 1 year

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modern david and angel fights are just angel shaking their butt at david and him saying its flat and them weeping about their loveless marriage while draped across him as he plays his best attempt at being a statue

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #he knows it made it to the group chat when asher sniffles and calls him heartless the next pack meeting

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harrisonarchive · 11 months

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Photo 1 (from the arrival back in London) by Watford/Mirrorpix via Getty Images; photo 2 cross-posted at This Lovin' Time.

“First social call was to Peter Tork’s house. When we arrived Peter was wearing a string of beads and very little else, since it was far too hot to be anywhere but a swimming pool that day. Dave Crosby (Byrds) was there, too, and we had a good get-together. […] I suppose the highlight of L.A. this time for us was the session we had at Peter Tork’s place. Peter Asher joined us there — he played bass, Peter Tork was on piano, George and Dave Crosby on guitars and Ringo drumming.” - Mal Evans, The Beatles Monthly, August 1968

“Ringo Starr and George Harrison dropped by the Studio City home, Tork recalled. ‘We went swimming for a while in the pool.‘“ - The News Journal, July 16, 1989

“Just relaxed, just played what you could play. […] I played with Ringo Starr, Ringo, and George once, played with those guys. Same thing: bam, everything settles down, everything’s in order, everything is taken care of, and play what you can play.” - Peter Tork, Musicgroups, 2007

“Steve [Stills] was there [too], and he was embarrassed; he shook hands with George and kind of turned his back on him, the way shy guys will do. [...] We all jammed, Stephen and George and Ringo, and I was on keyboards, and I don’t remember who played bass. It was fabulous to hear Ringo play. My God, what a drummer. God, he was good. He was so solid, and the authority was astounding. I learned so much just by playing with him for five minutes; it was a wonderful experience.” Q: “It’s a bummer it didn’t get recorded.”  PT: “It is too bad, nobody thought to record it. The best we had at the time was cassettes, but even so, that would have been a wonderful jam.” - Peter Tork, Rolling Stone, 2007; published 2019 (x)

(In connection with today's post: July 1967, post 1, July 1967, post 2, and January 1968.)

#George Harrison #Riongo Starr #Peter Tork #Mal Evans #Stephen Stills #Peter Asher #Pattie Boyd #Maureen Starkey #et al #1968 #1960s #quote #David Crosby #George and Ringo #The Beatles #The Monkees #quotes about George #(GH and PT hanging out and jamming lifts my soul; my two favorites meeting up just makes me really happy <3)#fits queue like a glove

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dominimoonbeam · 6 months

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Life Raft

A while back I went on a tangent about how I tend to ride rowboats instead of fanships... and it led to a rare pair in a life raft. <3

Asher/Damien

Life Raft

The lifeboat rocked. The storm was deafening, the rain and wind so cold that his skin burned.

Asher was on his knees at one end of the sturdy lifeboat, the waves rolling them up and down, his eyes fixed on the blinking lights of the ship half-submerged. They had been on it what felt like only minutes ago. It was a two day cruise, no big deal. In fact, it had been a cushy job to chaperone some empowered teambuilding getaway. Cushy. He could laugh if his adrenaline wasn’t still so high, his eyes scanning the decks and the water for anyone else—or for one of those other lifeboats they’d helped lower into the sea.

Milo had a hand fisted in the back of his shirt while he shouted over the storm to others. Part of the lifeboat was covered. Stealth was telling them to get inside.

A flare of light went off inside the ship. Not a light winking out but a burst, like a ball of fire. An explosion?

The waves rolled so high that for a second he lost sight of the ship. They were drifting farther away, pushed by the swells.

Another burst, this one blowing out windows just under the first deck.

Asher could have sworn he saw a silhouette in that firelight.

“Shit,” he exhaled. He turned back for a second, grabbing one of the inflatable rafts and looping the strap over his neck.

He caught sight of Milo’s face, of that panic and disbelief, his friend already reaching for him again, grabbing hold of his arm as if he could physically hold him back. He might try, Asher realized. He smiled back at him because he loved him for that, and then quickly dove off the lifeboat and back into the sea. He shifted, not because his wolf could swim that much faster, but because it didn’t feel the cold as sharply. There was another flare of light out there in the water between himself and the sinking ship.

Milo shouted for him to come back and Asher knew if he looked, he’d probably see his friend torn between following him and the instinct to stay with his mate. He would definitely apologize if he survived.

The water rolled him under and for long seconds he wasn’t sure he’d be able to find the surface again, wasn’t sure he was even kicking in the right direction, but he made it.

Another burst of light, smaller but closer.

Asher swam hard, the next flare almost right in his face. It wasn’t really a flare, it was a fire elemental igniting sparks in a desperate call for help. He jerked in surprise at the wolf swimming up to him and then relief almost made him pass out, his head going under.

Asher shifted back to human, the raft still bobbing against his back. He grabbed the guy and pulled him up to the surface again. He spat water and grabbed hold of Asher’s shoulders. He was clearly exhausted. Which made sense, since not only had he gotten out of the ship, but he’d been burning up magic trying to get help…literally.

They clung to each other when the sea rolled them under, the life raft tugging them back toward the surface even while it was still uninflated. Coughing for air, Asher pulled the thick yellow plastic off his back, hanging onto the strap with one hand and the fire elemental with the other.

The ship had gone completely dark, taking with it all the light from the ocean around them. Darkness swelled, pushing and dragging them, like it was trying to pull them apart.

The fire, for his part, had his arms around Asher, clearly not planning to get lost again. They both groped at the raft, until one of them managed to find the right chord and pull. It burst, so big and so fast that it pushed them under. For a sick second, Asher was afraid he’d let go of one of them—either the man or the raft. But he didn’t, and soon he was pushing the elemental over the thick plastic side and out of the ocean.

He was so tired that for a few seconds he just hung onto the side, mustering the energy to lift himself up and over too. He was shaking from the cold, his muscles seeming to squeeze his bones. And then arms were reaching down, grabbing hold of him and hauling him up. He exhaled hard when he hit the firm bottom of the raft. It spun and bounced in the storm and there wasn’t anything left to do but curl up and hope it didn’t flip.

Asher didn’t realize he had a hand fisted in the stranger’s shirt until the guy squeezed his wrist once, not pulling it away but just some sort of acknowledgement. It was too dark to see each other and too loud to hear. That hand didn’t let go of his wrist, hanging onto him too.

Asher couldn’t remember having fallen asleep. He couldn’t imagine how he could have fallen asleep, but suddenly the storm was quiet, the sky still thickly clouded but the gray blue light of day pressing through. His fingers ached when he unfisted them from the other guy’s shirt. He was cold. Colder than he could remember being in a long time. Maybe ever.

The stranger was asleep beside him, curled up with his face in one arm and his hand around Asher’s wrist. That was the only part of him that didn’t feel cold. He was familiar. Asher had seen him on the ship, one of the group they’d been keeping an eye on. In fact, he remembered him rolling his eyes during the conference meet and greet, muttering about how this whole thing was a waste of time and funds.

Asher sat up to get a look around.

The other guy jolted awake when he almost lost his grip on Asher’s wrist, eyes flinging open and hand grabbing at his arm anew. They stared at each other and Asher waited for him to remember everything. The fire swallowed and nodded, letting go.

They both sat up and took survey of the ocean in all directions, dark clouds and not-quite still waters. The wind made the wet cold worse. No signs of the ship, or the lifeboats.

“D-Do you know if… Did they get off the ship okay?” the stranger asked, voice cracking not from cold but from the threat of emotion.

Asher turned and sat down, back to one of those thick inflated edges. “Yeah. We got four lifeboats in the water on our side and I know a few went in on the other. I think we got most everyone…” Although clearly he couldn’t be sure. They hadn’t gotten this guy. He hadn’t been on deck. “Why weren’t you on deck?”

The stranger sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face and sitting across from him. “I was getting on a lifeboat when someone… They didn’t want me to get on.”

Asher stared at him. “What?” What he was saying didn’t make sense. It didn’t matter if someone else didn’t want to share a lifeboat with this guy. It was a fucking lifeboat.

The fire looked away, out at the sea, his hands curling into fists and giving away his efforts to look like he didn’t care. “They were worried I’d get freaked out and… I don’t know… set the boat on fire or something… I went to find another and the boat tipped and I fell down some stairs. When I came to most of the lights were out and I couldn’t find anyone else.”

Asher exhaled hard. “Shit… So you could have died because some asshole was being a bigot?”

The fire huffed a thin laugh and nodded.

“Did you break anything when you fell?” Asher leaned forward, dragging his eyes over the other guy. He looked okay. No limbs twisted the wrong way. “Can you breathe okay?” He wasn’t wheezing so that was good.

The guy stared at him like he didn’t understand at first and then huffed again. “Yeah. No, I’m okay. And you? If you helped get those boats out, what were you doing in the water?”

Asher blinked at him.

The stranger blinked back and then his eyes widened. “You jumped in when you saw my lights…” It wasn’t really a question, so Asher didn’t answer.

He held his hand out. “I’m Asher.”

The guy still looked dazed by surprise but reached out automatically to shake his hand. Asher tried not to sigh at that press of heat into his palm. “Damien… I… You could have drowned.”

Asher shrugged. “You would have done the same.”

Damien sighed. “Thank you. I would have drowned…”

Asher shook his head, not wanting the guy to freak out. “You’re a good swimmer. You might have made it to another lifeboat… at least then you’d have more company and shelter…”

Damien looked right back at him, no joke or doubt in his eyes. “You saved me. Don’t downplay it.”

Asher would have blushed if he wasn’t chilled through. He smiled nervously and shrugged, looking around at the sea again and sighing. “Now we just need someone to save the both of us…”

Damien snorted and started investigating their little raft, finding a pocket with minimal supplies, including a half canopy for the raft. They set it up, creating rain cover even though it had stopped raining and shade even though they had yet to see the sun. At least it was something to do.

The raft bounced and bobbed. They oscillated between conversation and dazed rest for hours.

Asher shivered, curling up on the bottom and closing his eyes.

“Are you getting seasick?” Damian asked.

“No,” Asher promised. He wasn’t seasick. He was just cold. So cold. Cold in his bones and it felt like the day was getting colder with every hour that passed. He couldn’t imagine another night.

He wanted to shift. His core ached for it, his wolf rumbling in his chest to be let out. The wolf was always warmer. He needed that. But if he wasn’t sure the raft could handle it. He’d be too big. He might tip it or damage it.

He didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep again until his own shaking woke him with a start when he’d been a split second from shifting. Shit. No. Nonono. He forced himself to sit up and open his eyes. That wasn’t okay. If he shifted in his sleep and destroyed the raft… He clenched his teeth and eyed the side, seriously considering jumping out. He could shift then. He could bit onto one of those straps and try to stay with the raft.

“What is it?” Damien asked, worry in his voice. He sounded exhausted too. He scooted closer. “Are you… fuck are you cold?” Damien’s voice rose with shock, and was that anger? Why was he angry?

Asher clawed some of his hair back from his face, still looking at the water off the edge of the raft. He could tread. He could stay with the raft. He was so tired but he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep in the water right? That would keep him awake until someone found them or the fucking sun came back…

Damien’s hand touched his arm and they both sucked in a sharp breath, the fire jerking his touch back and looking at his palm like he’d been burned. Asher’s whole body ached to push into that touch, making his eyes roll shut and a low, pained groan rattle his chest.

“You should have said something!” Damien snapped, scooting even closer, one thigh brushing Asher’s. Even through his clothes he was warm. He softened a little, worry in his tired eyes. “I should have asked…” He shook his head, holding his arms out. “I can warm you up. If…If you don’t mind contact. I can’t project far without risking damaging the raft…”

Asher whined at the sight of those open arms, wanting the contact and the promise of warmth. “Will…Will I cool you down?” He shook his head, arms still wrapped around himself and squeezing. “It’s better if one of us stays warm, dude. I’m thinking if I get back in the water I can shift and that—”

“Back in the water?” the fire shouted.

Asher groaned at the slight pulse of heat through his thigh.

“That’s insane. And you’re not going to cool me down. Trust me. Nothing cools me down.”

Asher smirked at those smug words. He liked this guy. He shivered. If he was sure… If it wouldn’t hurt him… He nodded, leaning toward those arms.

Damien hugged him to him, gently at first, like neither of them had ever hugged anyone before. Asher sighed hard, pushing into his chest at the heat there. It was amazing. It was like being wrapped in a snuggly furnace. He pushed his face into Damien’s neck. The fire sucked in a sharp breath and Asher jerked back, muttering a near delirious apology for whatever he’d done.

“It’s okay,” Damien ground out, pulling him back in and this time repositioning him, practically lifting Asher into his lap. “You’re just cold and it’s sort of a shock…”

Damien’s skin ached at first contact with the icy chill of Asher’s.

He should have realized the other guy would get cold out here. He just hadn’t registered the cold himself. He hadn’t thought about it and he hadn’t wanted to press Asher when he seemed to be feeling sick. Seasick was normal, right? But he hadn’t heaved or anything. But it wasn’t like either of them were feeling well. It had been almost a full day, they were losing daylight and there had been no signs of any rescue or the other boats. They’d had no food or water.

Damien pulled Asher into his lap, hugging him as tightly as he dared and trying to gently pour heat into him without it being too much.

Asher stopped shaking soon, his face still ducked into Damien’s neck.

Damien rubbed his back until he fell asleep and then continued.

He couldn’t believe this guy had been thinking about jumping out of the raft. But then he remembered the way Asher had jerked away minutes ago, his core shuddering. For a split-second Damien had thought the man was about to shift, but then he hadn’t. Now he suspected he almost had and it had been enough to scare him into thinking he needed to get out of the boat. Jesus. He’d been so cold he’d been ready to go to that extreme just to keep from…what? Risking the raft? That fear hit home. Hadn’t Damien been constantly moving on the raft just to make sure he wasn’t melting anything?

Asher sighed against his collar. He had finally unraveled his arms from his own chest, gently curling them around Damien’s sides. “Thank you.”

Damien almost laughed at hearing this guy thank him. He had literally jumped into the stormy ocean to try to save him. And he had. Damien had woken up alone in a sinking ship, practically blowing his way out in burst of fire only to end up along in the black waters. He’d been so alone, sending up bursts of light like his own frantic flares, wondering if anyone would see them, if anyone would come, each ball of fire making his core quieter and quieter.

When he’d sent up that last one, he’d thought he was lost. He was going to pass out and sink below the surface. No one would find him. And then the shifter had shown up and literally dragged him back up. Asher had been determined to get him into that raft and he’d done it.

Damien had closed his eyes, hugging the other man in the little shelter of their raft.

When he woke, it was night, but it wasn’t as dark as it had been the night before. The clouds had cleared and the wind had stopped, the stars bright and shining down on them. They were almost laying down, propped against one edge of the boat. Asher was still in his arms, their legs tangled together. Damien could tell the other man was awake too. “Too warm?”

Asher huffed a laugh against his collar. “No. But if you want some space…”

“No,” Damien said just as certainly.

They stayed like that for a while, watching the stars.

“So… At the risk of making this awkward as hell,” Asher started.

Damien raised an eyebrow even though the other guy couldn’t see it. Oh god. Was he going to tell him he was married or something? That their snuggle session for survival was towing a line?

Asher was still smiling when he said, “Any chance you’ll let me take you out when we get back to land?”

Damien’s mind rebooted.

“I mean you saved my life. We should definitely share a meal.”

Damien groaned at even the vague thought of food.

Asher nodded like he realized it too. “I’m so hungry.”

“It’s only been a day,” Damien reminded them both.

“You have no idea how much a shifter eats…” Asher countered.

From a biological standpoint, Damien could not argue that. He had no idea if Asher was joking or if shifters metabolism demanded more. It could. Before he could think of what to say, Asher was sitting up out of his arms.

Damien was disappointed to lose the comforting pressure of him against his chest, but he didn’t try to stop him. He did keep an eye on him though, afraid he might tip out of the raft when he crawled to one edge to look out at the dark. “What?”

Asher was grinning when he said, “You see it right?”

“See what? You’re not hallucinating already, are you?”

Asher laughed but pointed. “No. Right there.”

Damien hurried over to his side and squinted. Nothing. “No. There’s no—”

“Can you do that thing again? The flare thing?”

Damien glanced between the shifter beside him and the darkness out there. Could Asher really see something that Damien couldn’t? He shrugged. Sure. He could do another flare. “How big do you want it?”

Asher grinned.

Damien sputtered.

Asher looked out again, like he really could see something. “A few bursts if you can? To get their attention?”

Damien focused his energy and ignited the bursts high above them. The air cracked and heat rippled out. He did it a few times and they both waited. Just when Damien was about to gently suggest Asher was mistaken, they both heard the foghorn in the distance.

Asher beamed and sat back, looking up at Damien. “So, what do we want to eat? I’m thinking delivery because I don’t know about you, but I want a hotel room with a bathtub.”

Damien bit his lip to try to keep himself from mirroring that big smile. His stomach growled. “Water first.”

Asher groaned and threw his head back. “Seriously?”

Damien could see the faint lights of the ship heading toward them now. He threw up another flare.

#life raft rare pair #asher/damien #redactedverse #redacted asmr #<3 #dominimoonbeam #meet cute in peril #only one blanket but the blanket is damien

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noteverystarisasun · 5 months

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!!! Jin and AW Interaction !!!

Me drawing interactions instead of working on Page 9 Though I do have good news, I finished the lineart for it,,,

Anyways,

Jin belongs to @littlethingsrae [ And They have seen it already :) ]

And hey, Lore Drop,,

AND AW SMILING FOR ONCE!!

ALSO Most of the posts are gonna be made by me, Speaks/ASW, SleepyPink just has access, so do assume that all of these posts are made by me! Unless said otherwise,,

#nesias #asher wilson #oc;yangwu jin #oc;asher wilson #Jin meets AW #GOES WRONG (REAL NOT FAKE)#lmk oc #lego monkie kid oc #lego monkie kid #not every star is a sun #noteverystarisasun #Alwe Wilson #asher wilson 'aw'#nesias: asher wilson #AW Interactions

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soup-scope · 1 year

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ok just relistened to cataclysm cause i hate myself apparently and J HAVE A HEADCANON THAT DARLIN MIGHT STILL BE ALIVE

so. the imperium au has a tendency to reflect the canon universe. like with starlight and avior in the meridian, everything with the sovereigns, and all that junk

so. in the imperium, alexis and quinn are a “thing” (they’ve been fucking for like 40 years but haven’t labeled it yikes) and alexis has a specific HATRED for wolf shifters

now in the canon universe, darlin and quinn had a ‘dalliance.’ now what if, imperium darlin and quinn had their little ‘dalliance’ but alexis found out. and because she ESPECIALLY hates wolves, wants to hurt darlin as much as humanely possible)as humanely as vampires are)

so they torture darlins unempowered friend to draw them out.

asher specifically states that by the time any of the other pack members showed up, darlin was already dead. and soon after david died in asher’s arms.

my theory is. that either quinn or alexis (kinda thinking quinn maybe) TURNED darlin so that they “appeared” dead. we don’t know too much about newly turned vamps, but we know that they are KNOCKED TF OUT when they first turn. (see lovely during inversion. they were OUT for awhile after they were turned) and also (i can’t remember if it was vincent or sam who says this) but during inversion one of the vamp boys said that shades don’t go after vampires because they’re “technically dead” or smth along those lines.

so maybe, the pack assumes darlin is dead when in reality they are just freshly turned and are coming off as dead. with the death of david (their alpha and asher’s mates) they don’t fully recognize the change in darlins core. they bury the bodies and go on their merry way. (not very merry but ya know what i mean) (also not to mention darlin is specifically mentioned as ‘that other pack member’ by literally everyone. i know it’s to keep stuff ambiguous cause they’re a listener character so they don’t have a canon name or like a canon nickname from the pack. but it’s just so. depersonalized. they’re just an ‘other’ while the only thing that matters is that david died)

long story short i’m in denial and i so badly want imp!sam and imp!darlin to interact

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mayashesfly · 2 months

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Currently thinking about this comic-turned-writing about Makoto and the Previous CEO I made, and I want to share some thoughts I have when I made this.

In the comic form of this writing I had in my head, Makoto stays at the left side of the comic while the Previous CEO stays at the ride side.

Clearly, there isn't a lot of words in its writing form. Since I originally envisioned this as a comic, I didn't want to clutter the main words I want to convey with it by adding needless lines.

I like to think that the Previous CEO was the first one to see who Makoto truly is behind that mask. However, it's left up to interpretation whether or not the Previous CEO recognized his face.

What is more important after is

Makoto closing his eyes near the Previous CEO while he can fully see that Makoto had his guard down is supposed to signify that Makoto trusts him.

It also serves as a contrast to whenever Makoto had his eyes closed during his confrontation with Yuma- that he was in turmoil. Before he opened his eyes to Yuma and saw Yuma for who he truly is.

In one case, he was at peace closing his eyes and deluding himself that everything is right when the CEO was at his side. But on another, he could no longer close his eyes peacefully and delude himself that everything was right until he was able to confront the truth and stare directly at his mirror- his original.

We know that apparently, Makoto and the Previous CEO used to drink together, so I wanted to give focus on that by signifying how it made them become close to one another and eventually joining together.

(I like to think that the CEO, knowing full well that Makoto is cautious, purposefully slushed himself so he would feel more safer at divulging information about himself because, well, the CEO is drunk ain't he? It's not like he would remember. It's weird I know, but nothing says trusting yourself to someone near you than getting slushed to the face)

Also, hee hoo, pact mentioned :D

Even if the two of them agreed, the two of them have different reasons to why they agreed. For the Previous CEO, what's more important for him is Amaterasu Corporation, putting Makoto in charge would help with that. While for Makoto, what's more important to him is Kanai Ward which his position as the new CEO of Amaterasu Corporation would help with.

"For Kanai ward" being repeated three times in this drabble while "For Amaterasu Corporation" only being said once is supposed to signify how Makoto has lived for three years while the Previous CEO was only there for one year in his life.

His echoing words "For Kanai Ward" no longer having a response and partner compared to than before.

In this scene, no longer does Makoto sit at the left side of the room, but rather at the right side of the room now.

The left side of the room is left vacant. Empty, Without another person there to talk to.

Empty, Without another glass to pour wine into.

CEO. Makoto Kagutsuchi.

The three words that describe him. Now.

Yet a period divides Makoto Kagutsuchi from the CEO.

He is Makoto Kagusutchi, the CEO of Amaterasu Corporation now.

Yet why does a period divide him?

#may asher rambles #rain code #rain code spoilers #makoto kagutsuchi #the previous ceo #something something how Makoto sat at the left side of the screen while he talked to Yuma during their first meeting acting like himself #something something how Makoto gazed at Kanai Ward at the right side of the screen while he talked about Amaterasu Corporation to Yuma #my apologies if this is a mess #My brain is still so full of thoughts about them #oh previous ceo the thought of your relationship with makoto however delusion they may be captivates me

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14cookiesinajar · 1 year

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Asher Mir is going to be so rightfully salty when we do catch up with him though, lol. Imagine spending over a year signaling down one of the few people you trust to get things done, in 147 languages plus Morse code no less, only to be completely ignored... Could not be me.

#If it was just him being in the background The Guardian has plausible deniability about noticing #Even the Morse code can be excused #That audio about Assistant repeating over and over Guardian you no longer have any excuse #My friend dislikes Osiris and I can't wait for him to meet Asher haha .. ha #Destiny 2 spoilers #Lightfall spoilers #Asher Mir

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belovedbow · 1 year

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milo and sweetheart buy a house, david and angel get engaged.

asher and babe adopt a pet? get a good night's sleep?

#what other big life events #meet asher's parents???

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