#If All I Am Is Distraction For You Then I Can't Complain (Asher x Aster - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

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[ Closed Starter For @southxparkxafterxdark || Asher ]

[ Ris ]

Sitting on one of the stone walls surrounding the cemetery, Ris’ arms were tense lines as his hands held onto the concrete ledge. Both legs kicked, one and then the other, thudding his boots against the wall. Ryder was tending to Aster once more, and he had decided to leave them to their own devices, even if that meant he was bored. 

His head fell back on his neck as he looked at the sky with a long-suffering sigh. Stirring up some trouble was certainly an option, but he wasn’t ready to get on the bad side of the vampire council anymore than he already was. That would come later, and with Ryder’s backup.

Unfortunately, despite skulking around the church, he couldn’t seem to catch Varjo. He was slippery, like some kind of viscous oil, and it was starting to drive Ris up a goddamn wall. Maybe that was why he was sitting on one.

A growl emanated from his chest, rumbling down to the concrete, when he heard bootsteps and perked up. Something to do, maybe? Perhaps something to... Chase? His eyes glowed, turning to slits as he leaned forward a little bit.

Wait... He recognized that scent. Sea air? The teen walking by him reeked of the beach, and he wrinkled his nose a little.

“Going somewhere?” He asked, throwing himself from the wall and landing with a crunch of snow, sauntering over to Asher with his head tilted, “You belong with the sea monster, don’t you? You smell like him... And look like you could be related.”

Without thinking, he reached out and brushed some of Asher’s hair from his face, not for a second considering that that may be unwelcome. If nothing else, he was used to people not enjoying his touch save for Ryder. Even Aster wasn’t exactly overjoyed by his touch. Tilting his head to the other side, he took a moment to scrutinize the other’s face, taking in the features he saw as similar, as well as different. 

Aster’s attraction wasn’t hard to understand, for sure. And if they were soulmates as he and Ryder were? He felt compelled to do something about their separation. 

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never left

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[ @southxparkxafterxdark || Continued From Here || Asher ]

[ Aster ]

Honestly, even ten minutes ago, he’d felt fine. 

Aster didn’t think he’d eaten anything off, or done anything to get his stomach messed up... But here he was, suddenly having to hold onto Ash to keep himself from losing it. Clamping his eyes shut, he pushed into Ash’s arms, trying to think about what the best course of action here would be.

It was probably a five minute walk to the bathroom... And roughly a fifteen minute walk home, if he didn’t have to keep stopping to empty his stomach. 

Looking into his twin’s eyes with an apologetic smile, he gently tapped his lips. Whatever it was inside him was already crawling up his throat, and no amount of swallowing could bring it back down. 

Were Aster a normal teenage boy, he probably would have asked himself why the literal crawling sensation up his throat wasn’t the biggest cause for alarm. The thing that seemed to be worrying him the most was just where it was going to go. Suddenly reaching up, he jerked him in and opened his mouth, a small, but thick bulb with feelers poking out of his mouth.

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[ @southxparkxafterxdark || Continued From Here || Michael, Asher ]

[ Nathan, Mimsy, Firkle, Aster ]

“Da-- Ash?” 

Aster, at least, had mostly been spared the splash damage. He didn’t feel any of it on him, at least, and when he was moved, he pursed his lips. Yeah, someone up on the roller coaster’s loading dock must have had a weak stomach after the ride.

They already had a problem chewing their hot dogs apparently.

“N'gha-ghaa fhtagn... Ash? ...Dad, are you, uh--”

Then, he saw it. 

The look of absolute disgust on Firkle’s face as he shook out his hands, flinging more vomit at anyone who might have been missed. Despite Michael covering him fairly quickly, he still had to pick a hot dog out of the collar of his shirt. Ash looked back up, seeking out the face that looked the most appalled, only to lock eyes with the brunet clinging to the red railing.

Firkle was seconds away was becoming something inhuman, clearly, from the way he was hunched beneath his lover’s coat. His hands were clenched tightly together, almost enough to get him bleeding. Not a creature in Hell or a denizen of R’lyeh or anything in between would be able to save the man that not only got Firkle with their vomit, but then also made him bleed.

“Mimsyyyy--” Nathan finally pushed off of the railing, pulling his sunglasses down over his eyes. Taking Mimsy’s hand, he pulled at him, trying to lead him away from the outward facing stairs. They had had to take the ramp in the back up, anyway.

Mimsy followed dutifully, though he seemed worried about the people Nathan had vomited on.

“Dad, do you want us to... Go handle it?” Aster asked, taking Ash’s hand in his.

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Aster: Fight me!

Asher, standing behind him and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

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Twelve Days Of Headcanons Day Four - Aster

Happiness

Aster feels happiness fleetingly, and never knows when he’s going to have it. Being with his family or friends helps, but being with Asher always makes it easiest to be happy. His future is very finite and it scares him.

Challenge

Aster takes to challenges in two ways; He either rises to it or falters and fails. He dislikes putting effort towards things that he doesn’t care about, and it often leaves people frustrated with him. If he’s stuck with having to do something that he doesn’t want to or he feels is too hard/too much effort, he won’t do it unless pushed.

Art

Aster plays the violin, piano, and clarinet. He can’t keep rhythm with his hands well enough to play the drums, but he doesn’t mind so much. As far as the art his parents do goes, he doesn’t fully participate, though he works very much with clay and carvings. 

He sometimes wakes up in the basement of Michael or Firkle’s houses, pouring his own blood into stone carvings or bas-reliefs he carved out of clay. When he does this, he typically needs Asher’s help, as he did get Firkle’s anemia.

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Twelve Days Of Headcanons Day One - Aster

Food

Aster hates broccoli stalks. He will not eat them, and if they are in his food, he will eat the tops off and pick the rest out. Blatantly. He will eat fish and other seafood, save for octopuses, but prefers to eat human. In fact, he prefers to eat Asher, and will always share flesh with him. 

Season

Aster is always excited for fall, because that’s when most of the good horror things come out. Movies, games, any of that. He also likes the weather best during fall.

Day

Any days that he can convince his family to go to Denver Sea Park or the beach are his favorites. Otherwise, he loves the days when he wakes up to his brother and they get to just hang out. Quiet days are his favorite days.

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Aster With Asher Headcanons

Aster has been in love with Ash since the moment he saw him for the first time. They were inseparable, and he refused to be without him if he could help it. This included being in the same classes in school, and he would throw a fit if they were not put in the same one. He complained to his parents until something was done.

He is intensely flirtatious when he’s in a good mood, and Ash usually gets to deal with the aftermath. Aster will work himself up, too, until he can’t think about anything other than his brother.

It is an instant turn-on for Ash to remind him that they are brothers. He will use Big Brother/Brother as a replacement for Daddy quite often. If Ash calls him Brother in any capacity, he better be ready for what is coming.

A lot of the time, he feels like he lets Ash down, because even when he’s meant to care for him, he always drops the ball somehow. However, he does manage to come through if Ash really needs him, or someone is trying to come between them.

For the most part, Ast is fairly chipper and always ready to be involved in whatever Ash is doing. Sometimes, though, he will interrupt Ash in his work and sit on him while he does whatever he is doing.

That said, he always has his favorite chair with him and will almost never sit on actual furniture unless he has to. The best seat in the house is Ash’s lap.

One thing that he does to mitigate how useless he feels in their relationship if give Ash presents. Sometimes this entails things that he retrieved from other dimensions and planets, and other times it’s simply something he saw while he was out that he thought Ash might like. If he shoplifts or buys him a gift, he always asks Ash to get or do something for him so he doesn’t see what he’s doing.

Asher is and has always been and always will be Aster’s safe place. Wherever he is, Aster will feel safe.

Aster prefers not to sleep without Asher, because even if Ash doesn’t go with him into his dreams, he feels better.

If it’s within his power and Ash asks it of him, he will do it to the best of his ability.

Sometimes, Ast will lay awake and watch Ash sleep, petting him and kissing him softly so as not to wake him up. When it is time to wake him up, he climbs on top of him and kisses him until he’s awake. Every single time. That is, as long as he wakes up first.

Aster is not a great cook, because he doesn’t remember what step he was on and what he’s already done. Either his food is bland, missing an ingredient, or the flavor is way too strong. Ash is good about not making him feel bad about it, even if he does feel bad when he tastes it and something’s off.

The twins can feel each other through their bond, and know when something is wrong. Ash can find Aster no matter where he is when he is distressed or hurting.

Aster trusts Ash with his being entirely, more than he trusts himself. He knows Asher is always looking out for him and can be reckless and thoughtless when doing things if only because he knows Ash won’t let anything bad happen to him.

In every language he knows, he will call Ash ‘My good Boy’. He likes to pet him and remind him that he’s doing a good job. He has nothing but love in his heart for his brother.

Aster is intensely pissed off by the insinuation that he’s just an incestuous slut. He is only interested in Asher. He believes, much like their parents, that they are soulmates. They were literally made for one another.

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Asher: I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back.

Aster: Why are you telling me this? I don't care.

Aster, right after Asher leaves the room: I miss him already...

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🛑 Asher to Aster

Send  🛑 to stop my muse from doing something dangerous.  

@southxparkxafterxdark || Asher

[ Aster ]

"Oh, come on, Ash~ Where’s your sense of adventure?”

Aster grinned at him, thumbing at the fence he’d pulled his brother to. It was chain link, with barbed wire wrapped around the top, but this particular corner had a hole in it. If anyone would have asked, Aster might have taken the blame for it, even if he simply told Ash he’d found it.

It wasn’t a lie, not really. He had found the fence cut and part of it dug up. Had he made the hole worse, however?

Yep.

“I just want to see what’s in here. It feels...” He shrugged slightly, then made an attempt to convey his words with his hands. It probably made no sense, “Like I need to see.”

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A Very Descriptive & Detailed Profile Of Your Muse - Aster

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to answer some of the facts, add some other of your own. When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same.

NAME: Aster Ahlai Rogers

AGE: 15

SPECIES: Human-ish

GENDER: Cis Male

ORIENTATION: Demisexual

INTERESTS: Causing trouble, Asher, His Studies, Music, Cephalopods, Murder

PROFESSION: Student/Vessel for Cthulhu

BODY TYPE: Thin but well-muscled in his legs

EYES: Dark Brown

HAIR: Naturally Black, mostly straight but curls at the ends

SKIN: Pale, tans easily, has some freckles

HEIGHT: 5���6

COMPANIONS: Asher, Velika, Disigi, Alden, Umbra

ANTAGONISTS: Valentino, Marishka, Lyndon

SMELLS: Ocean Air, Rain, Copper

FRUITS: Pomegranate, Canned Peaches, Blueberries, Pineapple 

DRINKS: Salt Water, Dragonfruit Juice, Cherry Flavored Water

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? Red Wine

SMOKES? Some

DRUGS? Sometimes

DRIVERS LICENSE? Learner’s Permit

RANDOM HEADCANON:

Aster has taken and failed his driving test four times. He can do the written one just fine but he struggles to keep his focus when driving. It has been advised that he not drive, but he does just fine if Asher is with him.

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Twelve Days Of Headcanons Day Twelve - Aster

Good

Aster has a good sense of smell and can see colors that most humans can’t. He has a habit of wearing a lot of black because sometimes he gets overwhelmed by the colors.

Bad

While he can see more colors than the average person, he is incredibly near-sighted and can only see about eight feet ahead of him. His eyesight is very poor and he tends to rely on Asher to help him. He dislikes wearing his glasses and his contacts irritate his eyes.

Ugly

Aster has insanely bad anger issues just like his father. He tends to lash out when he loses control and has killed people on accident. While he mostly sees Asher as the one that should be enacting the violence, he finds that Ash mostly just helps him with cleanup. 

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Twelve Days Of Headcanons Day Eleven - Aster

Want

Aster just wants to have his own life. His dream is to get an apartment near the ocean somewhere with Asher and live out their days as chaos begins to reign supreme. 

Hate

Aster doesn’t really hate so much as feels apathy towards most people, but when it comes to Valentino, he really hates that guy.

Need

All Aster needs in this world is Asher. Everything else could fall away, but if he has his brother, then he has everything.

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Twelve Days Of Headcanons Day Ten - Aster

Past

One day, Aster and Asher came in from playing outside, stood behind their father as he cooked, and started chanting “We need bone insurance!” Firkle never did figure out if it was a threat or not, but he did enjoy the boys’ excitement for insuring their dad and his bones. 

Present

Aster’s present is also sort of his past. He and Asher traveled back in time to before they were born. Aster insists he knew what he was doing, but he did not.

Future

Unaware of his fate, Aster is to grow to a full twenty-five and then give his body up entirely to Cthulhu. Only Firkle is aware of this fact, and it is written in R’lyehian in his grimoire. Aster’s consciousness will trade places entirely, and the son that they raised, and the brother that Asher adores, will be gone for an eternity of suffering in slumber.

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Twelve Days Of Headcanons Day Seven - Aster

Mind

So often, Aster doesn’t feel like he’s in control of his own brain and body. He doesn’t believe he belongs to himself, even if Cthulhu allows him to be himself. Particularly around artefacts that tie to Him, Aster loses himself and becomes something of a zombie, requiring the object. 

Emotions

Aster is slow to realize what he is feeling. He doesn’t always know what it is, he can’t always pinpoint it, but the emotions are always either too much or too little. He feels best in Asher’s presence and prefers to be with him if he can be. Asher makes everything better.

Comfort

Disigi and Asher bring him the most comfort. If Asher isn’t there, he will try and have Disigi with him. He used to find comfort in his mother, and has started to in his father and Nalkyra. He is shy around Stan.

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