#ashe's thread

[cursed-nyxan]

heyy I finally played the new dlc so I may or may not have collected all the new ads. honestly, i'm not sure i found all of them so feel free to add any i may have missed

A date with Death ads here

let's start with those visual novels we've already saw. also sorry for putting two ads in one pic, but tumblr only lets me post 30 images per post

The Divine Speaker

The Sun and the Moon

Dreambound

The last rose

The Inn Between

Heart Agency

and also we have some newly featured visual novels ❤️

Amelie

A week to remember

Banishing You

Blush blush

Cage of Roses

Camera Anima

Canvas Menagerie

Cinderella Phenomenon

Drăculești

Emblems: Sunless Vow

Imperial Grace

Of Sense and Soul

Our Life: Now & Forever

Reanimation Scheme

Save the Villainess

Snow White Ashes

SPEAKEASY: Last Call

start;again

The Elevator Game with Catgirls

Threads of You: Beyond the Bay

[lucabyte]

Stardust.

[voidmarkd]

#voidmarkd; an indie, selective and fandomless portrayal of Atlas Fitzgerald, featuring themes as life in a coven, rebirth through death, marked by the void, necromancy, betrayal and abandonment, the blood and the burden, keeper of forgotten graves, [ . . . ] mutuals only. 21+. low activity. eng/ger. ♱ carrd ♱ memes ♱ open starters

[anxietybumblebee]

Thinking about how Prime Defenders s2 was NOT supposed to end as well as it did... The ending Bizly had the biggest plan for was the one where they didn't work with Mal and Ashe wasn't saved and the demons got out and then s3 was going to be fucking apocalyptic (would have loved that tbf). Ashe was supposed to come back as a ghost and William was meant to help her move on. PD kinda did everything wrong (didn't get the book, didn't gather relics) and maybe they released something worse (Mal) but in the end they did what they set out to do. They saved Ashe.

[caeslxys]

Something I think is extremely interesting thematically when it comes to connecting what Downfall and the ideas it tackled to the overarching narrative of campaign three is that the things Downfall made a point to showcase of Aeor—Cassida, Hallis, the visual of an aeormaton proposing to her partner, the specific and intentional decision to shed light on a far from insignificant amount of the population being civilians or refugees—is that it plays in perfect parallel across from what is happening (and, really, has been happening) to the ruidusborn on Exandria in present.

Bear with me for a moment. Aeor is ultimately a city that was collectively punished for the decisions of its leadership. We could (and, judging by the amount of discourse around this particular topic already, probably will) argue about what the Gods’ motivation for all of this was—whether it be that they could not, in the end, bear to kill their siblings or that they were terrified at the prospect of mortality—for me it is a very healthy dose of both—but for this I am much more interested in the latter. They were scared. That, really, is the driving force behind both this arc and their role in c3 as a whole.

Why I point this out is: It is far more interesting to me, especially as we go back to Bells Hells this week, to dissect the Gods and their decisions not purely on sympathetic motivation alone but as beings in the highest seat of power in the highest social class in Exandria.

So, having established that the Gods (in relation to mortals) are more a higher social class than anything we could compare to our real life understanding of divinity and that Aeor was eviscerated largely because of their fear—what is the difference between those innocents in Aeor caught in the trappings of their autocratic government leadership and a divine war on the ground, and those of the ruidusborn being manipulated both by Ludinus and by the very thing that inspired such visceral fear in the Gods to start with. I would argue very little.

I think of Cassida, doing what she genuinely thought was right and good and would save people, her son, and the object of her worship—and how that did not matter enough to any of them to spare her because of the fear they held at the very concept of mortality. I think of Liliana and Imogen, one of which we know begged for the gods to help her or send her a sign for years on years, and how every single one of their largest struggles could have been avoided had the gods loved them, their supposed children, as much as they feared what they could be. I think of how the thing that did save Imogen, in the end, was a woman who herself existed in direct defiance of the gods will. I think of that young boy, sixteen years old, that Laudna exalted on Ruidus.

I think it’s completely fair to judge Aeor’s overall society as deeply corrupt—it was!—but its leadership and police force are not a reflection of every one of its citizens. Similarly, it is fair to judge the Ruby Vanguard as corrupt—it is!—but its multiple heads of leadership and even the god-eater further are not a reflection of every one of its members.

Notably, and what I think the Hells will latch onto, this did not matter to the Gods. It did not matter that Cassida was trying to help. She was still too much of a risk. Will it matter, what Imogen does? Will it matter, if that young boy is in the blast radius when they decide to take no further chances?

I’ve seen a lot of people say that the Hells will side with the gods and I don’t think I agree. Especially as Imogen has been scolded and villainized over and over for daring to try and save her mother—who herself has been seen by some as an irredeemable evil in spite of her drive being the exact same—her family—but when it’s the Gods it’s justified? When it’s the Gods, it’s sympathetic? Too sympathetic to criticize further than “they’re family”?

I obviously do not think the Gods should die or be eaten or what have you, and I certainly don’t agree with Ludinus (though I find him much more compelling than just a variation of hubris wizard), but when talking about the Gods in Aeor and in present it isn’t really at all about their motivation or their family. It can’t be. Too many people, including our active protagonists, lives have been effected for it to be as cut and dry as “they’re family”. These are your children. They are your family, too.

[diam1nd]

what if @irnmade and i made rogue and gambit hm?

[darkmasterkattsvault]

@supercoloursupervision sent:

The TARDIS landed outside Ash’s house and a new Doctor stepped out somewhat nervously. He’d chosen his birthday, of all days, to show up. But he took a deep breath and went to knock on the door.

Ash had been hard at work, trying to fix something wrong with their computer when they heard that old familiar sound. They never quite knew when their partner might show, nor which lifetime the Doctor would be on, but it never failed to make them happy when the other showed up. Making their way to the door, they pulled it open, smile crossing into confused territory when a new face was on the other side. "Seem nervous, love." Their voice was soft as they stepped aside to let their partner in. They were always careful when it came to new faces, because new faces came with new personality traits, likes and dislikes, and that meant new boundaries. But that was okay, Ash would adjust, as they always did.

[autisticgenderworm]

some things i have said over text about Edward:

SCREAMING CRYING SHITTING BRICKS WHY THE FUCK IS HE SO PRETTY ☹️☹️ i need to grind him into a pulp and eat him for breakfast ☹️☹️ i need to roll him into a ball and keep him in my pocket ☹️☹️ i need to inhale his very essence ☹️☹️ i need to live as a friendly little mouse on his shoulder ☹️☹️ i need to plant him in the ground and watch him turn into a tree ☹️☹️ i need to tattoo him onto my eyeballs so he’s all i ever see ☹️☹️hnggghHHGNNHGNHH

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THE SCRIMBLO

THE SQUNGIS

THE BLORBO

THE MIPIY

THE BUNGIE

THE SQEAKUS

I’m reading fanfiction and looking at fanart and watching Brotherhood but it’s not enough I nEED TO DEVOUR HIM WHOLE ☹️☹️ I NEED TO INJECT HIM INTO MY BLOOD

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SHAMBALLA MY BELOVED OMG HE'S SO PRETTY IN SHAMBALLA MY LITTLE TWINKIE HNGHHHH ☹️

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Swooning and sobbing and tHROWING UP AND SHITTING BRICKS AND SHAKING LIKE A DOORKNOB???????? ☹️

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I was also imagining Ed eating with me because I am so in love oMG ☹️

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ougH STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS FUCKER 😶

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He’s so fucking wonderful. What the fuck. ☹️🥺 Is it the hormones????? Period emotions????? OUGH BUT I JUST LOVE HIM

[i then sent a picture of The Boi]

I saw this one and lost my breath. Just “😳 okayyyyy 😏”

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Like, LOOK AT HIMMM 😭💗 FUCKING GORGEOUS PIECE OF SHIT I FUCKING LOVE HIM ☹️

[relicsongmel]

Hey remember those evil Malamar from the XY anime that had a “grand design” to take over the world or something and got two whole episodes about it before Ash and co. beat them and they ran away but warned they would be back? And then they never showed up again? And this was never elaborated upon? What the fuck was that about huh

[ashton-ryder]

// int. atrium to apt #306 - day. 8th april. @thedevilworksharder

The moment Sada and Jeremiah and their gang left, tensions seemed to ease off in the atrium, if anything at least alleviating the immediate threats of death. Devan had immediately kept his eyes on the entire group here and specifically on Ashton more so than the rest. He was basically out on supervised bail and even he knew the imminent end for himself. Sada wouldn't pass of the opportunity, well, she even picked out a cell for him already.

Ashton continued help in the area, the reality starting to set in as he completely numbed himself earlier from the shock of who's dead. Mr Wexley, Lane.. Ashton numbed himself with the shock again, not wanting to break down from it all. They worked in silence until everyone was instructed to head back to their apartments for a lockdown. Ashton just wasn't sure if he'd be allowed to go to his. Sada's words might have sounded like mercy but none of the actions speaks it as so. They were pretty much the last ones left, Ashton rigidly standing there as if waiting for a begrudging order. He met Devan's gaze, cold and unemotional to steel himself from whatever they have planned. "..do I at least get to go back to my apartment before you lock me away?" Ash asked the other without much hope, as much as he wanted to make full use of the additional time Jer squeezed in for him. Loose ends to tie, things to settle, things to hide before the regime took over and he no longer owned anything as his.

[reddawnmultimuse]

. continued from this | @musesofchaos--Uchiha Itachi

It had only taken seconds for the door to be answered, but for Ame, each second extended into infinity. He was...nervous. Yes, nervous. What it was Uchiha Itachi? Was if it was not? He did not know, for once he did know.

As the door was opened, Ame flinched and stared at the man on the other side who stared back as if looking into a mirror. It was Uchiha Itachi. And yet, he looked different from the photographs Ame had seen of him in his textbooks. But, it was him, not a doubt.

As Itachi inquired Ame if he could help him, all of sudden, the boy's mind went blank. He had written down and memorized everything he wished to say to Itachi but for once, he could remember none of it.

"I..." Ame uttered after a moment of silence, clearing his threat. "I apologize for disturbing you. You are Uchiha Itachi, yes? I am Katsu Amaterasu--though, I go by Ame." He paused, trying to remember so desperately what he wrote but nothing came to him. So, he decided to improvise and get to the point--and get to the point he did.

"And I believe you are my father?"

[prismagpie]

WHERE: maiden alley cinema WHEN: 21st august WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: fully capped, no longer accepting replies!

If there was one thing that Ash Yoon didn't like (and this should come with the understanding that there were in fact a great many things that he didn't like and he was frequently glad to tell people so but also that this was something he particulated hated), it was the feeling of being watched. Growing up, nothing had been drilled into him by his father with more vigilance than the idea that he needed to avoid suveillance at all cost and now there was this thing in his apartment, just staring at him. Maybe he needed to stop personifying it. Not important. What matters was that he'd returned to the apartment complex with full intentions of marching into his apartment and falling face first into his couch. However, before he could even get to the elevator, he'd overheard chitchat in the hallway about a certain clap-operated surveillance system failing, complete with rumours that a few residents had been locked in their apartments. His response to this news had been a simple, internal, 'fuck this, I'm not dealing with this' and a quick heel turn back out the door.

"Y'know what? Fuck Clappy," said Ash, speaking aloud for all to hear, as he dropped to a low squat in the middle of the cinema's lobby and tore open a box of Milk Duds. Don't ask when or how he got those. (The trick to swiping stuff was to pretend you always had it.) Some might call this an outburst but he was more than happy to have his feelings be known. "I hope Clappy dies."

[acourtofquestions]

Throne of Glass series Hex color codes

for themes & etc. “Pantones”

by me :-) enjoy!

[hope-zhang]

//int. rosie's diner - morning. 26th april. @beauclary

Hope and Dante had already come to a mutual understanding before they arrived at the building that they had people they needed to see before regrouping to understand what the fuck was going on in this building, Santi telling them of who was still there, still alive. And all of a sudden, Hope knew this was where she should be.

The last two days of isolation hasn't been too bad, considering how long she locked herself in that greenhouse, this was paradise; clean water, something to eat, a bed to lie in, a roof over their heads, walls to keep them safe. She spent it acclimatizing back to certain creature comforts they haven't had in months. Even her plants were happy, there was a visible shift in their mood being able to be static for once, maybe even actually sink their roots somewhere. But most importantly she had been brimming with excitement.

Once the initial interviews and tests were done, her smile was brimming once she was left alone in quarantine, rummaging for a separate container for a very specific plant she has saved for a very specific person. Sure, it once might’ve been just symbolism to mourn and she might’ve just named it Beau to get her through the roughest patches of loneliness, and she might've talked to it at night alone to not go insane. But now it felt like it was all worth it for even trying to save a small cutting of the red buckeye from the botanic garden and lugging it around this whole time.

The moment she was let out, similar to Dante, she had an immediate goal - annoy the shit out of her college bestie. With an small army of seedlings and plants in her arms, she was off looking for that football dork of a man, a betrayal of their degree as she'd like to joke. The moment she spotted him in the diner for morning rations, she carefully placed down her plant babies on a booth table, and landed the sneaky assault, full on tackling into Beau from behind with all her might, voice giggling with a dramatic mocking swoon like of one of those annoying fans he had, "oh my god, is that football star, the Beau Clary??? I've been dying to meet you, can you sign my arm?"

Her small framed tackle obviously had zero strength to actually throw off the bulkier taller man, but her arms held on and squeezed tight around his torso before letting him go and stepping back so that he could face her wide grin. She wasn't much of a crier but her gaze had been watery to see him again now that she could look up and actually see his face. She did a little hop and jump to be able to throw her arms over his shoulders, murmuring into the hug, "missed you beau-y, you big doofus, literally thought you died flinging footballs at these chompers."

[the-thieves-gambit]

Things had been going good for some time now. She owed so much to Blue for taking her in when everything seemed to be caving in. When she felt like her only way out was to surrender herself over to those who would just torture her to understand her. These days that notion seemed to stupid. It wasn't easy at first, the constant battles of trying to not burn down everything around her seemed impossible. But now, now she couldn't even remember why she couldn't control it in the first place.

Being able to control it let her be able to find a job and contribute some way to the home that Blue had invited her in to. Let her make her own when she had no where else to turn to. So when things were slow at the book store, she requested to take off early, stopping by the store to grab groceries to make something. She wasn't a cook, but she was going to try her best as a small token of gratitude.

Smiling as she entered the kitchen, she called out. "Hey, I'm home early I was thinking abou-" Her words disappeared as she froze in the doorway at the sight that was before her. Hands dropped the bags they were holding with an audible loud crash as things spilled out. Her hands were hearing up from the sudden surprise and if she didn't control this she'd burn this room down. Tears welled in her eyes as she forced herself to breath.

She wanted to hold him but didn't know if it would hurt him. She wanted to ask him what had happened. When had this happened? He didn't look like this when she left for work that morning. She wanted to do and say so many things but all that came from her mouth as she lowered them down slowly and placed them on her abdomen under her shirt to control the small flames that came from the surprise, was a meek, small barely audible, "Blue?" Unable to reconcile the vision before her with the man she knew.

xx @never-surrender

[brokehorrorfan]

Terror Threads has released an Evil Dead 2 T-shirt designed by Toto6 ($30) and a long-sleeve shirt designed by Sam Coyne ($40). They'll ship the week of April 22.