#Asra yearning

[local-critter]

Asra Alnazar, who has craved your love for so long that now that you're so willing to give it to him, he finds himself feeling so needy. Every act of affection you give him, unprompted, has him swooning because it reminds him he is wanted and he is loved.

Asra, who for the first time in a very long time feels he has a place he can truly belong in; a home with you.

Asra, who has learned to never take a single moment with you for granted but still had to stay away from you for both of your sakes, is floored when you choose to spend time with him and go on trips with him.

Asra, who gets to relearn all the things he loves about you as you come into your own once more, who gets to see you grow and learn and falls for you more and more.

Asra, who's favorite place to be is wherever you are.

Asra, who loves you so much it scares him.

Asra, who wakes up every morning eager to spend a day with you, because he can do that now. Because now there is nothing between you too and he is free to love you when he's had to hold himself back for so long.

Just, Asra Alnazar.

[anime-academia]

Guys, I need a boyfriend

[timaeusterrored]

I need someone to look at me the same way a video game love interest looks at the player

[devilfemdom]

I havent thought about whom I want to write about fuck

Either obey me, the arcana or hazbin hotel for sure

For OM I'd probably largely edit some fics and dont get a lot done so probably not that

For The Arcana I'd like to write about Asra or Noddy and for Hazbin Hotel either Alastor or Lucifer

[summerofvera]

The amount of pain I went through while doing Asra's route is inhumane.

"I dug until my fingers bled. All I could find was charred bone and ash." WHAT, IM SORRY? WHAT.

His route is the definition of yearning and grief, I can go into full detail why that's the only route where we can see him as he truly is and where he's truly happy, but such post would be a yapping session

[saintunhinged]

pre canon - asra drops hints of possible feelings but often disappears on mysterious trips. upon his return to the shop, you, longing for connection, pull him into a hug. it becomes evident that he missed you more than he allows himself to admit.

The air in the cluttered little shop carried the scent of herbs and old parchment as Asra returned from yet another mysterious journey, one of the many that you knew little about.

You had been left in the shop once again, wondering where you stood with the enigmatic magician. In the dimly lit shop, surrounded by mysterious artifacts, you found yourself in familiar yet uncertain territory. The enigmatic magician’s secretive nature left you in a perpetual state of wondering. At times, there were glimpses of intimacy, moments when the barrier between you seemed to dissolve like mist in the morning sun.

Yet, just as quickly as those moments arrived, they were replaced by the chilling echoes of his distant disappearances, leaving you grasping at shadows in search of clarity.

The door creaked open, and Asra stepped into the shop. A brief exchange of glances ensued, and in the depths of his eyes, a flicker of something danced. Sensing the unspoken complexity, you couldn’t help but comment on his return.

“Back already, I see,” you remarked, attempting to cloak the uncertainty that lingered beneath your words.

He smiled, a hint of warmth in his violet eyes. “Yes, the world is vast and full of surprises. But I’m always drawn back to this place.”

You wondered if he meant the shop or something else entirely. The ambiguity of his words left you yearning for clarity. Asra, sensing your inner turmoil, approached with a small, comforting smile.

Uncertainty gripped your thoughts as you hesitantly posed the question, “Is this okay?” Wondering whether your embrace would be welcomed by him, you gently pulled him into a hug. Asra’s presence felt both reassuring and elusive, a balance that mirrored your emotions. You wished for him to understand the your longing and the sincerity behind the simple act of embracing him.

Asra’s arms enveloped you in a warm embrace, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “More than okay.” he confessed, tightening the embrace as if to emphasize the sentiment. It was a rare revelation, a glimpse behind the veiled curtains of his guarded demeanor. The barriers he usually kept so firmly in place seemed to soften, allowing a genuine understanding to bloom between you, revealing a side of him that was usually shrouded in mystery.

For a heartbeat, you both lingered in the embrace, the unspoken tension between you dissipating. Asra, the master of secrets, allowed himself this vulnerable moment, silently confessing that he missed you far more than his elusive persona would ever let on.

His white hair brushed against your face when he pulled away, his affection for you shining in his eyes. “I’ll always come back to you,” he whispered, his words a promise that carried more weight than any spell.

You couldn’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to Asra’s heart than met the eye.

[elenagoeslightly]

SO

Asra - Rafayel (GIRL I AM GOING INSANE OVER THIS INSCRUTABLE YEARNING HEART SACRIFICING FUCKING ADORABLE IDIOTS)

Zayne - Nadia????

Sylus - Julian (undying, sassy and dramatic, even if sylus still hasnt reached the level of THEE theater kid Ilya Devorak)

Xavier - Portia (even if girlie is less sleepy)

Lucio is out of question imo bc the guys in lads have more brain than mister oopsie.

Muriel??? idk where to put him

[bahrtofane]

Asras’ love is built upon many truths. On security, trust. Of knowing and believing.

It’s built on peeling oranges and cracking his thumbs into pomegranates for you. Sifting through the seeds, peeling off the last remains to carefully set the fruits of his labor (literally ) into a bowl where they shine like rubies under the sun that has seen all of his days. His hands may be stained, but the look on your face when you get called into the kitchen is worth it, sticky hands and all.

His love is tucking a pumpkin roll under his arm on the way home, making sure to get one still warm, wrapping it in a spare scarf to keep it that way. So they can watch the steam curl into the air when you break it open. Smiling so bad it hurts when you take the first bite, melting into your seat.

It’s when you have to be carried back to bed, tucked in, taken care of after a night where you just don’t stop pushing yourself. And he’s there, always has been, always will be. There to make sure you won’t be left face first on the kitchen table snoring and getting drool all over your notes. That you won’t be left alone.

It’s when he sits to peel an orange for himself, and always leaving slices for you. He’ll always give his share to you. For what is theirs is yours. An orange slice seems cheap compared to the heart he’s given, but they know in every action is his heart.

And you know it too.

It’s in every lingering touch, always desperate to feel your skin on theirs. Warm. Here. Alive. His.

Always linking pinkies, always holding hands, always squishing his face on your shoulder, pawing at your arms, laying his legs across yours, smoothing his hands down your back.

Every second is one to treasure, and one to remember and lull his heart to ease. For his love isn’t only contained within him, it lives inside you. And he yearns to feel it. Under the skin where it crackles when you meet him, blood rushing with the weight of a thousands words left unsaid. They’ve made a vow, determined to unearth each of them, forcing them to be said.

Somtimes it proves too great, and he pulls away, slipping a hand out of yours. But he’s back all too soon. His hands are awfully cold. Hold them again?

It’s sending Faust to bother you, poking her head through your things before she springs out from under blankets and pillows. Surprise !

If there’s one thing that’s a constant. It’s the love you’ve come to always be surround by. Asras’ love.

[iridescent-solstice]

[ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ❗❗ ] 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 🎀 ་༘ ࿐

Life has slowly picked up in pace and before you knew it, there is seldom any free time to spare for your beloved partner. With the masquerade ball getting closer and closer, as much as there is excitement. There's fear as well. Something's wrong . . . You know it is, even your partner knows . . . Because there's something brewing under the surface, you can feel it. Anxiety clawing at you to figure it out before it's too late! But at least for now, let's not focus on that . . .

Instead, focus on the fact that there is much to get done and not enough time to do it. The process of trying to get everything under control . . . is long and tedious. It makes you yearn for the simple moments spent by your lover's side. A get away even. So, what little time you do have together, not working that is, is spent trying to find some semblance of peace. Finding comfort in one another. These moments although small and passing, mean the world to you both, even if you feel like they never last long enough . . . Doomed to fade away when the real battle actually begins . . . But in the end, that’s what makes it so special!

This is a oneshot series focusing on moments of closeness with your chosen character! A calm before the storm typa moment. The series will start releasing sometime next week and has a grand total of 4 episodes. Fluff with comfort.

Featuring: - Asra Alnazar 🔮 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ - Portia Devorak ˖𓍢ִ໋ 🌷͙֒ ࿐໋.˚ - Muriel of the kokhuri 🐣🍂🌻 - Nadia Satrinava 🦉🍃˖⋆࿐໋

So, if i've managed to pique your curiosity, do keep an eye on my blog 👀

[to-the-stars8]

A Conversation with Your Ghost

Asra x Reader AO3

Summary: Asra wakes up to you, and it breaks his heart.

When Asra opened his eyes, he saw you looking down at him, smiling. It had been so long since he had seen you, so he let his eyes drink their fill of your beauty. Like the first time he had met you, Asra could feel his heartbeat quicken as he followed your bright eyes. Even amongst precious silks and furs, there wasn’t enough coin in the world that could buy him the same comfort as your touch did. Leaning over him, you traced his body delicately, fingers feeling like you were tracing him with the petals of a flower. Gods, there weren’t words to describe just how in love with you he still was. 

“Is something wrong, my love,” You said. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “I sense that you’re stressed.”

Asra sucked in a breath as your voice rang in his ears. He turned his head away, trying to ignore the ache in his chest, eyes staring into the flames of the fireplace across the room. After a moment, he looked back at you. “I am fine. You do not need to worry about me.”

You ‘tsked’, a sound Asra knew you made when not satisfied. “I believe we both know that is a lie. Now, if you tell me,” You paused, pressing a ghost of a kiss on his bare shoulder. “There will be a reward.”

He chuckled, hands turning into fists as he remembered your rewards and how it would get him to spill every secret he had. For once, Asra did not fall for it. “I promise you, it is no lie. I am most okay when you are here.”

He looked into your eyes and saw them soften at the affection he gave. There was nothing he would not do for you. You laid your hand against Asra’s chest, and he swore he could feel the warmth through his body. 

“You need a break, I can tell you have been working too hard,” You said cheerfully. Still, your voice was soft. “Maybe, we could take a trip to that one place you took me for my birthday…Theー Damn it all, I forget the name of it. The one where the stars shined the brightest.”

Asra could not recall the name of the place either but remembered the night well. The stars never seemed so bright than when he looked into your eyes. Gods, he thought, what were those damned stars worth if they could not be seen through your eyes? 

“Yes,” He said. “We should. Tomorrow, perhaps?”

You grinned. “Yes! We will go in the morning. I have some things to finish up here in the meantime.” Looking down at him again, you patted his chest. “For now, get some sleep, my love. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.”

Asra did as you said, sparing his heart from the sight of you. It was for a moment before he yearned to see you again, but, just like that, he was alone. The room was dark, no fire had ever been lit and it was deathly quiet. Sitting up, Asra sobbed into his hands as he cursed himself for letting you go. He could not bear this quietness, nor the conversations with your ghost. 

[local-critter]

Asra Alnazar, who wakes up some nights with the sight of his bloody, ash-covered hands seared into his brain.

Asra, who in his darkest moments worries that you are just a dream, a figment of imagination brought on by his grief.

Asra, whose worst fear is you dying and whose second worst fear is you forgetting again, because he knows he wouldn't survive either; losing you is the worst fate he could ever fathom.

Asra, who panics whenever you get sick and insists on being by your side the whole time, terrified it's fatal no matter how minor the illness; you got sick once when he wasn't around and you never recovered, never got the chance to recover. He refuses to risk it again.

Asra, who is terrified of putting down roots but longs for it all the same; he doesn't want to have a home that can get ripped away from him again, but he yearns for a place to fully call his own.

Asra, who has spent so long wandering that sometimes he worries he won't ever be able to settle down.

Asra, who finds himself picking up a fear of fire after your death, which worsens upon your resurrection. He whisks you away whenever Vesuvia gets too hot, the heat too stifling, unable to bear the thoughts of the crematorium that you burned in, unable to stomach any reminders of the time either of you spent on the Lazareth.

Wow it really is Asra Hours rn lmao

[teeth-farie]

More Asra thoughts because I love the way you write and understand his character <3

I can't help but think he may have "borrowed" a few clothes from the apprentice (like a scarf or sweater, not really announcing they were indeed borrowing it) and taken them with him when he makes long travels... Specially after the resurrection, their yearning and love is too much they just need something to carry that smells/feels like their love </3

And maybe he couldn't help but touch himself while holding it, because the craving was too overwhelming? And maybe he felt guilty afterwards :( ....but would probably end up doing it again on his next travel

YES!!! He loves to “borrow” things of yours, be it jewelry that you roll your eyes about taking, or a scarf of yours that he has hidden away for lonely nights. It’s his deepest secret, an item he guiltily snatched early into knowing you, when he was dumbly in love (not that he isn’t anymore).

He takes it with him on his travels, holding it up to his mouth and nose at night, palm pressed against himself. The smell is faint now, preserved with a small string of magic, but it’s always been enough to send him over, clutching the fabric tight.

Asra shames himself about it after, putting it back in its little box, yet going back to it every time he misses you

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[nabesthetics]

One of the funniest things about the Dragoat ship is that Alastor looked at Asra, who's been silently Yearning for years and who he kinda sorta had some budding but too awkward feelings for;

looked at Julian, absolutely missing the fact that the doctor's been lowkey eyeing him ever since Alastor threw him onto the floor in self-defense;

looked at Nadia, who's been trying to pamper him ever since his arrival at the Palace; Portia, who's been nothing but sweet and doing her best to help him adapt to the new environment;

then finally looked at a goatman-shaped ghost that's loud, brash, impatient, withholds information for his benefit, but is also desperate for human (heh) interaction and obviously needs help.

And the genius really pointed at the last option and said "this one. I want to kiss this one".

[theintrovertbean]

you might've just nailed down why I cannot for the life of me feel involved into Nadia's romance. The way she talks about her family and sometimes treats MC is baffling and almost upsetting to me at times. I don't dislike her mind you, I think she's a great character, but when she starts complaining about the audacity of her family worrying about her running off as a small child… I end up liking her in other routes more than her own. Doesn't happen with any other LI. feels bad man

I see your point. She does have a unique and quite unjustified way of talking about her family that I just couldn't understand at first. I expected her siblings to be horrible people, but then Nasmira showed up, and she was possibly one of the nicest characters in the entire game. Made me look at Nadi and think, "Girl, what the hell is your problem? There's no way you are serious."

But, well, Nadia is royalty, the youngest person in her family, and she is definitely spoiled. I think those three things together ensured that baby Nadia had very little contact with children of her age. Most people in her family are much older than her, and she never really got to witness how kids are being treated outside of Prakran palaces. My point is that everyone else got treated like an adult while Nadia was babied. Only Nadia. I think she felt excluded and outlandish, like she didn't belong, not even in her family, which is not nice. Every child wants to be normal, and Nadia was the only person getting the baby treatment. She was already feeling very lonely, but that made her think she was completely alone in the world. We do know that Nadia has always yearned for companionship, and this is something that made her dream feel even farther away.

She really needs someone to bring a 9-year-old child to her and ask her if it's really okay for that tiny little thing to wander off alone in a forest. I bet that hesitantly, but Nadia would say no 😂 That is why dating an MC with younger siblings would do her good. She would finally understand the struggles of being an older sibling.

As for MC. Again, Nadia is a princess from a great nation, and whether we like it or not, even if she treats them like an equal, in theory, the canon MC is always going to be beneath her (not a bad thing if someone is into that wink wonk.) Initially, this shows in Nadia's attitude too, but I think she learns that titles aside, she and MC are both just people and nothing else in the world matters. She also realizes that despite their different titles and finances, she could learn so much from MC about being a person. That's it, just a person. Sure, countesses and princesses are people too, but their lives are so much different from a commoner's.

Nadia lives in an untouchable world where even the slightest bit of physical affection seems like the biggest crime. Would the maids dare to put a reassuring hand on the Countess' shoulder or, gayness forbid, give her a hug? Hell no, because they are fucking terrified of her and the consequences of forgetting their place. Would Nadia actually like someone to put a hand on her shoulder or give her a hug? Hell yes, but she, too, is bound to these kinds of rules and probably wouldn't even think about letting a staff member embrace her.

I'm not sure if it's still in the game, but I remember MC thinking something like they always accidentally touch with Asra because the shop is so small. MC notices that Nadia can't have it and that it makes her feel alone, but she also deserves to have physical affection in her life (this was right before their first kiss.) And this is what MC taught Nadia: that these shitty rules can get fucked, and it is okay to let (nice) people in.

I don't think she ever really looked down on MC (she pitied them at most), but she is pretty much used to bossing people around. I can understand that this was unusual for her and needed some time to adjust. Treating people like her equals is another lesson she had to learn, but I think she did succeed with that. We're gonna ignore the reversed ending because Nadia is undoubtedly superior to MC in that one.

However, in the upright ending, we have a cute, sweet, loving person looking at us like we are the most precious thing in the world, and she would do anything for us. Upright Nadia gives zero fucks about titles, riches, upbringings, or anything because she does not need any of those to love MC. At the same time, she can be herself. She no longer has to hide behind the Princess/Countess mask, she can let her walls down, just be Nadia, and love MC like there's no tomorrow.

The outer layers of her character get stripped down to reveal the kind of person that she is and she can be. She was very, very far from perfect. She was not necessarily bad at first either, but her past is questionable af. However, inside those layers, there's a woman who has been starving for love and companionship her entire life. Did she cause that starvation to herself? That's very possible. She certainly didn't make it easier for herself and the people around her. But MC must stand with Nadia at her lowest (which is the beginning of her route) to see the best version of herself she can be.

And did Nadia learn from her mistakes? Yes, she did. That is unquestionable. She did waste half of her life, but maybe that was the path she needed to take in order to open her eyes (literally.)

In the end, Nadia is a wonderful person and an amazing lover who has managed to leave the past behind for the better. Upright Nadia is baby. She went through a lot of character growth, and that's very beautiful. In the beginning, she is Countess, but in the end, she is just Nadia.

Good job, Nadi. We are proud of you.

[raandjo]

School Rules: Rock or Flop?

By: Asra Fabilo and Josephine Dickenson

If you are currently a student or returning to the time when you once were, are you satisfied with the school’s rules and regulations? Looking back, do you wish you could change and do something about it? The majority of us students have once had a complaint about the implemented school rules. Sometimes, it really makes us wonder. “Is it that really necessary?”, “Would the current situation of our school be better if these rules are kept on being observed?”. There are thoughts or questions that may have once popped up in our minds once we have a rule or regulation in school that we do not find effective. However, despite having rules that we hate, we tend to overlook how most of the rules are being implemented for the sake of the safety and well-being of the students.

          “No dyed hair colors are allowed”, it can distract other students. “ Usage of electronic devices are not allowed”, student’s will be distracted and might lose interest in the discussion, “Wearing multiple earrings and nail polish are not allowed”, It can influence younger children to do the same. Every so often, these are some of the rules that are always hated due to the fact that these regulations may make individuals feel as though their freedom to choose and decide for themselves is restricted. In addition, these regulations may make individuals feel as though their freedom to choose and decide for themselves is restricted. Particularly adolescents frequently yearn for freedom, which can be regarded as being restricted by stifling regulations. Nonetheless, a rule being implemented in school can either be made a priority for the safety of students or just for the sake of having protection of the institutions’ values, mission, and vision.

          It's crucial to remember that while school rules are required, they should also be just and logical. With the key objectives of safety, order, and effective learning still being met, this can assist in fostering a more supportive and collaborative learning environment. We all know that rules are made for us humans to be protected. We are all aware that discipline is essential in our daily lives and plays an essential role in the way people act. Without self-discipline, our lives can become frantic, which means we are most likely struggling to accomplish our objectives. 

        Imagine a school without rules being implemented: how chaotic would that be? So, why do adolescents require self-control, and why do schools impose regulations on everyone? Several incidents have happened when students believe that these policies are merely implemented to control them. There are times when students are "rebellious" because they are unable to convey their true feelings and desires. Furthermore, students tend to resent rules once it invades their wants or desires at school.

           “This is such a stupid rule. It doesn’t even bother any students like me”, “What is the sense of this rule? It is just so unnecessary”. These are just some of the many comments of students questioning the validity and effectiveness of school rules that they think are unnecessary. However, in reality, not everyone is trustworthy since not everyone has the same level of common sense or awareness of consequences. Thus, rules and regulations are really necessary in such institutions. Living in a cruel and harsh world, it is inevitable that humans might prioritize one’s needs first before anyone else but in spite of that, instead of filling in our wants first, let us try to see why such rules are created in the first place.

          "What are school rules really for?" These are intended to help us maintain standards of behavior within our school grounds. These are implemented for students to follow and help them in dealing with the realities of life. However, it can give "culture shock" to students who have never been exposed to such an environment. However, these kinds of restrictions encourage students to be more responsible while making rapid choices. The modest rules and restrictions provided by the school are actually a significant benefit because students can adapt attitudes that will help them grow even more. It molds the youth into better versions of themselves. Moreover, when kids lack discipline, their academic performance decreases.

To sum it all up, rules and regulations can be highly demanding and even illogical depending on the situation. Rules are nevertheless created to benefit the institution. If some rules are questionable, we shouldn’t hesitate to reach out to the higher-ups in an appropriate manner. We should also make an effort to comprehend their point of view if a plausible justification is given. What about you? Are there any rules in your school that you can recall that you may have once debated as to whether or not they were necessary for the benefit of the institution?