#( asher 001. )

[silascody]

closed for: @heyits-asher

Wandering around the botanical gardens with a drink in hand and the sun at his neck isn't the worst way to spend an afternoon, Silas has decided. It certainly beat getting wood dust in his lungs from sawing. He's more aware than he usually would be of his surroundings because he's on mild Jordan-alert, not quite sure if she loved him or hated him this week and felt inclined to let him know either way should she have the same idea as him.

He does spot a familiar face, though it's a newer one, about as recent as they can be.

"Yo, Ash, right? You were at my birthday with the big guy. I think I was like four tequila shots passed where I should be so my bad if I made fuck all sense."

[maura-cortes]

text thread | 📲 maura x asher

maura: wheres the birthday party at? maura: what glassware do you prefer drinking from?

[leomlarson]

"You're telling me, man," Leo said wistfully as his mind went back to Michigan for a moment. He missed it a lot of the time, and his family and the pure nostalgia of it all would always make it home, but the longer he stayed in California and the less he felt homesick, the more he felt like he always belonged where he was. Life in Michigan felt small in a comforting way, but here it felt more open, like all of the opportunities in the world and everyone Leo would ever love for the rest of his life were concentrated in Aurora Bay and everything within a 50-mile radius.

"At least Arizona's in the same region. Michigan is like...so fucking far away. I do wish I was there for the holidays with my family, but I don't miss the snow." The slight chill in the Southern California air was nothing to Leo, who'd be wearing shorts if he wouldn't get weird looks for it.

Leo took a long, last drag of his cigarette before following Asher's lead and putting it out against the bottom of his shoe, like he'd done with the joint. He thought idly to himself that it might be time to head home, before it got too late that he'd be completely unnerved by the darkness and silence of the bike ride home. He nodded. "Yeah, you know what? I'm gonna delete 'em. Wingman of the year, dude."

He stood with a groan, wiping his hands on his jeans before offering a hand to Asher to dap him up. "I think I'm gonna take off. This might sound like the fakest excuse ever, but my cat needs to be fed. Bob's not gonna be happy with me when I get home. I'll text you, yeah? We'll figure out that speed dating thing."

@heyits-asher

Asher has watched the Star Wars movies. Maybe not as much as those Disney princess movies Carmen and Lydia put him through. Not that he minded much. He does get the reference, and he can already see Gillian trying to chop said rat-tail off the back of his head.

"Sometimes I feel like I landed here from a galaxy far, far away. California's so different from Arizona." Here, Asher's feel more at home than her ever did in Scottsdale. "But like, in the best way." Even if sitting here on a stranger's porch under the stars is similar to laying on top of the roof of his trailer. The difference now is he looks to the stars in fond memory, whereas then? He made wishes for a different world.

Ash leans forward to put the butt of his cigarette out against the porch, groaning with the movement as if it'd been the most effort he exuded that evening. "Everything's 'bout money, when you think about it. I say delete them, because you're not gonna need them. Not once I get a tagline and whole spiel going for you." It's as he leans back in his seat, he grins, toothy and wide, with a fondness.

"The right people like a little bit of idiot, though. The fun kinda little bit of idiot, keeps things interesting, you know? But don't worry, I got you. We'll find you someone."

@leomlarson

[hellishmuse]

001. masie & asher - flashback

The hunter often frequented bars. Most often, she crept along the outskirts, walking with Zander and looking for targets. It wasn't often that she found herself sitting inside of one all by herself. Something had driven her inside that night, though. Maybe it was the exhaustion of a new place, a new city, having to start over with new friends. It all made her feel so very lonely.

And though she was awkward down to her very bones, shy and unable to hold a conversation very well, she desperately craved social interaction. So much so that she decided to grin and bear it, muscle through the pain. So she sat at the bar with a hand raised slightly, trying to get the bartender's attention.

Once she did, she ordered a stella artois, the only beer she knew the name of because it sounded silly, and sat at the bar with her hand wrapped around the base, her eyes looking straight down. Why had she done this again? Did she really need attention that bad? Wasn't it always something that she tried to avoid? Couldn't she have just gone to a movie or taken herself out to dinner? Why had she thought this a good idea at all? She took a sip of her beer, threw a twenty dollar bill on the bar—is that how much beer cost?—and stood up, coming face to face with a man she'd never seen before. She opened her mouth to say something, apologize, anything, but couldn't find the words and ended up staring at him like a complete dumbass.

[ravensrevcnge]

Closed for @asholestone | Kara & Asher

Kara was a frequent visitor to Rhythm Realm, in part because she enjoyed perusing the new inventory that she could rarely actually purchase, and in part because she enjoyed the company of a number of the employees. It was an easy way to spend time, really.

But today she wasn't visiting the store to waste away a few hours annoying the owner or shooting the shit with the other employees. No, today she was there for a very specific reason, and she was grateful to find Asher was on shift shortly after the store opened this morning. Just who she was looking for.

"Hey kid," she greeted as she walked in, her eyes trailing over the inventory briefly though it was clear it wasn't quite holding her attention, "how'd you end up with the first shift?"

[hellonexrth]

001. heath & asher - flashback @mccncreatures

His eyes flew open with a gasp that felt wretched from his throat and a hacking cough. How much time had gone by? Uncertainty flooded his veins and a sick, gnawing feeling clenched his chest. Every nerve seemed aflame, awake. What happened to him? The last thing he remembered was Ingrid. Ingrid and pain, and then an all-consuming darkness that felt like peace. Nice and warm before being thrust back into suffering in the dark New Orleans alley.

Heath pushed himself off his side, leaning against the bricks. Everything hurt. And there was a hunger there like he'd never felt before. An ache in his mouth, in his joints, every knuckle. He must have looked just as much a wreck as he felt. "Is someone there?" he asked, throat hoarse and voice cracked as he tried to identify where the sound of footsteps came from.

[reggiefalvey]

"I guess I could owe you one and you can cash it for not cash whenever you want, but it's starting to feel like one of those sign your soul to the devil type deals." He jokes, being reminded again of a similar sentiment he had seen on a quote tweet of his show's billboard that had inferred he had landed the gag through anything but talent and merit.

( 'Insane monkey paw for the annoying half of CYM'. )

"Honestly, at this point, I'm just used to it. Important shit's backed up to the cloud, the rest was meant to be lost to the ether." That's what he told himself, at least. The more pressing loss at that moment was the idea that he might not get the double espresso he ordered, which had him pressing his palms together like he's in prayer as he faces her. "Take some pity on a caffeineless fella with not even an Samsung to his name right now."

@ashfrank

"What if I don't want your money to barter here Falvey? What could you offer me instead?" she said with a smirk. Oh, how Asher was going to enjoy this and milk it for every possible second she could get. Working at the radio station these last six years have been nothing but challenging yet joyous moments. Proving her capabilities to be the music director was no easy feat, but the promotion at the beginning of the year had left her floating on cloud nine.

Reggie was a nice addition to the team and the charisma remained even post his blow-up with his viral moments with his own personal ventures. Asher liked what they brought to the studio and did her best to tune in regularly to his time slot. "How have you not combust nor located your phone yet dude? Are you okay?"

[asholestone]

who: @riaxnunez where: around, nowhere in particular

Asher gripped his tire iron tightly, moving swiftly through the chaos-stricken streets. He desperately needed cover and allies to devise a plan to save their town. How do you halt a full-blown demon invasion? The books he had studied provided no answers—most covered isolated incidents of demon possession, not a horde overrunning an entire town. He considered heading back to his place to review his notes.

Just then, he spotted a familiar figure rushing towards him. It took him a moment to recognize Ria. "Ria! Ria!" he called out as he ran to meet her halfway. He gently took her face in his hands, his eyes scanning her for any signs of injury. "Are you okay?" His tire iron remained firmly in his other hand, though he was reluctant to let go of either it or Ria.

[ofmoonlitmagic]

( continued from x | @fragmcntedsouls )

This wasn't his greatest of days, but the growing annoyance and inner turmoil visible in the hunter was certainly not making it worse. He'd happily pour gasoline right on that fire to keep himself warm. "Is that...holy shit, a conscience?" He prodded a little more, feigning shock for a second before letting it drop, "--oh, no, self-preservation. Sorry, they look alike sometimes."

They were trapped here until the coast was clear, however long that took. Could be worse, there was Christmas present wrapping he might sufficiently avoid by being here instead. "If you didn't do it for me, why do it?" It was more rhetorical than anything because Briggs wasn't sure he cared either way. The hunter could have shot him, could have let him get caught up in the battle even if he wanted his hands clean, but here they both stood. Still, he liked planting torturous little ideas in the heads of his enemies to haunt in the days to come.

Part of an organization that had eradication in the name, as a wise woman once said, didn't deserve his sympathies. And he wasn't offering them, nor any ounce of trust. Well, maybe an ounce out of necessity. Devil you know, as the saying goes.

"Learn to appreciate a bad idea," he murmured back, actually starting to enjoy this a little bit. He was confident in his ability to hold the spell as long as was necessary, even under pressure. It was one of his personal favorites. With a tsk-tsk, Briggs tilted his head toward the other man, "someone didn't do his homework. Know thy enemy, baby, that's 101 level shit. But I'll let you cheat off my paper this once, as long as you remember this: we can be everywhere and you'd never know." As proof, he indicated how no one had even looked in their direction. "I really hope this helps you sleep well at night."

Oh, yeah, he was definitely having more than enough fun with this.

[asherbaudelaire]

Closed Starter for @mayarparker Setting: The Morning After *****

This is not his phone.

It's the realization seeping far too slowly through his hungover, mildly dehydrated brain as he sits upright on the sofa where he'd passed out after getting home from yet another eventful night out a few hours ago. Asher blinks the groggy sleep from his eyes, head pounding as he turns the device over in his hand and tries to focus on the details. It's the same model as his phone; similar case, too. But this is not his phone. This is not his phone.

It buzzes again. Asher sits up a little more, pushing the tousled hair from his face as he tries to recall what drunken shenanigans last night might have led to such a predicament. He'd gone to that dive bar a few streets over after work. Not unusual. Shots were 2-for-1 on Thursdays. There was a woman partaking of the same, who had joked she could drink him under the table. That was how it started. Isn't it always? Somehow they had ended up in the bathroom together, and--Oh. His eyes go wide.

Oh...

"Fuck." Asher breathes, wincing as a flush of heat rises to his cheeks. Now he remembers. "Fuckin' Hell..." He feels the telltale churning in his stomach and reaches for the small garbage can he keeps beside the sofa, worried he's about to hurl. He's certain the nausea isn't only from the alcohol; this is not good. What if--were either of them sober enough to consider precautions? He doubts it. Fucking a stranger in a filthy bar bathroom is one thing. It happens. Potentially infecting an innocent woman with lycanthropy is entirely another. He doesn't even know her name. Panic sets in full-force, and Asher doubles over to retch into the garbage bin. There's a moment of clarity in the wake of it. They'd been in such a hurry as they scrambled to grab their things and go; the phones must have gotten mixed up...which means if he has her phone, then she has his.

Asher snatches the woman's phone off the cushion beside him and dials his own number. It rings, and rings, and rings, until finally he hears the receiver pick up the line.

"Hello?? Please don't hang up..."

[lottieramirez]

"You're tellin' me." Lottie had a solid balance of good in bad in her life, but lately it seemed like the bad was more prevalent. Not for her career, but for for herself. A cheating wife who she still loved and the inability to confront her role in the whole thing. Or the fact that she might be developing a problem if she didn't slow down on the drinking. "Didn't think you'd managed to get on my side, unless there's somethin' you've come to confess. Not easy to get me mad." Never was easy to rile Lottie up, even at the worst of times.

She laughed into her glass before taking yet another gulp, humming and nodding. "I could always use a little company," she admitted easily. Lottie was not one for solitude, coming from a big family and always being surrounded by people. The quiet was unsettling. It crept under the skin and made her mind race.

With Asher's question, her chestnut eyes scanned the crowd. In the meantime she finished off her drink and tapped the bar for another. Her head nodded toward one of the many beautiful women, dancing near the stage and laughing. "That one there, with the strawberry blonde hair and the jean shorts, tank top." Lottie nodded. "That's my type, but take your pick of most the women in here and it's bound to be my type." She laughed and patted his shoulder. "What about you, tough guy?"

Asher chuckled at Lottie's teasing remark, appreciating her quick wit and playful demeanor. He raised his hands in a mock surrender, a warm smile on his face.

"Well, darlin', I reckon I can't blame Lady Luck for everythin'. Sometimes she's a fickle lady," he replied, his voice carrying a lighthearted tone. "And here I was, thinkin' I could charm my way into your good graces."

He leaned against the bar, his eyes meeting Lottie's with a twinkle of amusement. "But fear not, sweet pea, I ain't here to steal your heart. Just figured a bit of company could brighten up the night, even if it's only for a short while."

Asher took a sip of his drink, his gaze shifting to the dance floor where people were swaying to the music. He turned back to Lottie, a genuine curiosity shining in his eyes.

"So, if I don't have what you're lookin' for tonight, mind sharin' what does catch your fancy? Perhaps we can find some common ground amidst the sea of possibilities," he said, a friendly and inclusive tone in his voice.

[ofwrxth]

+ AXEL & ASHER / TOWN HALL / JAN. 1

The moment the radio sounds in the comms room, telling her to get to Town Hall, Kat expects the worst. She thinks of their pack, of Hunter, Elliot, Ryan, Wolf, and the others who'd gone to fight and she wills them to be okay. Kat runs, skidding across frosty ground until she bursts open the doors of Town Hall. Her hair settles around her like a cloud as she scans the room for signs of the injured. She skirts around streams of new wolves until she spots the Crosses' familiar figures. Only then does she breathe a sigh of relief before her eyes fall on the two dark-haired wolves with them.

It feels like the room tips on its axis and her heart stutters to a stop. Her mind races and whirs, and she doesn't even recognize the sound that escapes her as she jets across the floor. A sob leaves her as she collides with her two brothers. She may not understand how they're there, but she can't bring herself to question it as she gasps. "Oh my God." It's all she can say, again, and again, and again. I thought you were dead. @waterfallswords & @dxrkenedheights

[thad-spaulding]

LOCATION: Asher’s Apartment WHO: @asherbaudelaire

“Goodness,” Thaddeus murmured to himself, stepping inside the apartment building trying to wring out the water soaking his clothes near the front doors.  How was it that he forgot an umbrella when leaving his work today?  He saw the dark clouds, but his mind wasn’t fully on his head apparently.  The man made his way to his sister’s floor, water dripping down from his clothes and his loose curls on top of his head.

On occasion, Thaddeus would show up unannounced at his sister’s apartment.  Mostly to catch up on her life, even though they lived in the same city it at times felt like they were world’s away.  And as big brother, he found it his duty to close that gap between them when he had the time.  After he knocked, he waited a few minutes but no answer.  Perhaps next time he should text to confirm her whereabouts, but it was always nice to surprise her.  Hopefully the trip wouldn’t be completely in vain, he actually needed to ask her neighbor something and he didn’t have Asher’s in his contacts.  Something that needed to change given he was Ophelia’s neighbor and if something were ever to happen, it would just be a good idea.

Thaddeus eased next door and knocked a couple of times, hoping Asher might be behind the door as water continued to drip down to the floor.

[dxrkenedheights]

with: prim thompson and asher anderson @wilddwcrds

where: june 21st garcia house party

★・・・・・・★

Did instability run in his family? Asher only had to look around for his answer, from Aaron and Alfie fighting over a blond to Abel wanting to watch people's misery and never intervene. To the bruise barely healing across his nose, to to the anger he heard in his mother and father's voices, to the anger he carried with him daily. The answers were right there and even though he longed to contain it all, it proved too difficult time and time again. Even more difficult when he saw Pri as soon as she arrived. He spent the rest of the night looking to her but never approaching until liquid courage did all of the work for him. "Who was that?" Asher asked, a demanding tone similar to his father's despite hating it when Hunter spoke to him like it. He lazily gestured to the random face that had been talking to her, Pri laughing a little too much for it to be just a friend. "So what's where we're at, huh? You're just gonna wave it around in my face any chance you get?"

[silascodyarch]

"Sure there's no catch with that?" Silas inquires as he picks up the ping-pong paddle, giving it a spin before catching it again and then showing off a very exaggerated swing of it in Asher's direction.

"Cause I beat your ass every time."

status: open

location: lucky strike

tagging: @philly-starters​

“Best out of three?” Asher asked, wiggling his brows at his next opponent as the previous skulked away from the ping-pong table after losing miserably. “We can make even make it interesting. Loser pays the winners tab.”

[manybcdthings]

macks mma gym

hunter and asher @dxrkenedheights

"Again." Hunter demanded, raising his padded hands again for his son to hit. It had been the best part of an hour, Hunter dodging the punches that Asher threw and side stepping to tap him on the shoulder or back to signal he would be injured or dead. A silent way of saying this wasn't good enough, despite Hunter never once wanting to say that sort of thing out loud. He had no idea he was saying it at all. "You know what I'm gonna say so why are you making me say it?" he then bit harshly, just as he delivered another tap to Asher's arm. "There's gotta be someone you fucking hate, kid. There a girl you like that got eyes for someone else? Pretend I'm him."