#ashe's thread

[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.

[ash-and-starlight]

Hi, love your art so it’s easy to recognize, someone reposted it on Tiktok, @/irlmikayuu, it has 304.4K likes and 1.3M views. I know you don’t allow reposts so I just wanted to let you know.

bruh.

i just. ok i have decided to not care (i say while pulling my teeth out one by one with a pair of pliers) but really look at those numbers. i KNOW i get a lot of interactions on my posts and i’m super grateful for it! i never. EVER reached 300k likes. ever. idk like i know engagement does not equal worth yadda yadda but why the fuck should i keep bothering taking hours to draw shit when a random tiktoker can repost it and get 30 times more likes than i ever did what the fuck. i’m fine this is fine

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @softdrabbles || Maria and Ash (x)

"I'd certainly say more than ok, but I don't want to start gushing. I think that'd probably be embarrassing for both of us." she laughed, before feeling her cheeks flush at the sweet comment. "Ok, now i know you're messing with me because there's no way." But still, their words definitely made her falter. "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but since it's an open bar... Can I get you a drink instead?"

[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."

[bonefall]

As a big sibling with a lil sib with epilepsy, when they read TBC they Honestly thought if they got struck with lightning reciting the lord's prayer they'd be cured like Shadowsight is from their epilepsy. I had a discussion with them on how that's not how it works, but ge was so upset they took it away from Shadowsight that he hasn't picked the books back up and has stated that 'he hopes Ashfur wins and starts a new religion.,'

I do not even know how to respond to this besides saying that your little sibling is 100% right to be pissed and I now also hope Ashfur wins and starts a new religion.

[acourtofquestions]

Throne of Glass series Hex color codes

for themes & etc. “Pantones”

by me :-) enjoy!

[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]

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[ashton-ryder]

❓️What are your real feeling for Jeremiah?

SEND ❓+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY

He hesitated to answer the question for a long time, confronting and reflecting internally on his own feelings that he's been trying to ignore in the years, only at ease to know his truthful answer will simply be lost to the void if he spoke here, no one needed to know, no one needed a mess he'd create.

"...I love him. In its simplest forms of the term, and its most complicated forms of the term. He was the first person I met here and despite whatever tough exterior he pretends there is, all I saw was kindness and understanding, -or maybe it was just pity I don't know. But then we got closer, helped me through that year of sobriety, always hanging out with the Roses, subconsciously always by his side when we all hung out. I knew it maybe two years back (though JP is convinced he's seen it ever since the beginning, I've always denied everything to him, but I see the way he pushes and nudges), but I've just ignored it, painted the feelings as just the same love I had for Charlie and JP. That was easier to lie to myself that way anyways to avoid any pain. ..I love Jeremiah enough to know he doesn't deserve a mess of this problem if I was to be selfish about my feelings. I don't deserve to be selfish here. Plus, whatever he has.. going on with Sada, it's not my place to be selfish. He doesn't need anything else ruined for him in his life when so much already has. The friendship we have is good -is enough, Charlie and JP both say Jer's better with it, and so am I.

I love him - undoubtedly, unequivocally and unquestionably so. And I love him too much to be a person to ruin our friendship and ruin something in his life again. Until that changes, this is enough." @jeremiah-rose

[withinkandquill-aa]

how do you imagine will and anya's relationship to be in season iii? her and hannibal? did her and hannibal keep in contact while he was locked away in prison? does she blame will for the reason hannibal is incarcerated ( even tho he surrendered himself like the ultimate simp )? // @devilswill

Buckle up, boys! This will be a long one!

Okay, I think to fully answer these questions we have to first consider the way Anya unconsciously attaches to people in general. First of all, she is and has almost always been very co-dependent and anxiously-attached. She’s really sensitive to real and perceived rejections, and terrified of being alone. This, of course, stems from her trauma but also a singular lesson ingrained in her very, very early on: everyone and everything she loves can and will be taken from her by the person who holds the most power. Now some might take this to mean you’re safest if you hold all the power but Anya never held any illusions that she was capable of that. So, instead she employs the trauma response of fawning. Anya attaches herself very deeply to the person who she believes holds the most power in her life and models herself after what she thinks they want. This does two things for her: it ensures her safety, and it ensures that she won’t lose the person she loves because no one can take them away. For her first three years of life, her mother was this person, of course, and then her father killed her mother and he became that person to her, and then the FBI removed her from his home and influence and Hannibal became that person. Her sense of self is based off this person, as well as her sense of morality because she sees morality in terms of what will or won’t get her in trouble with this person, and after 14 with society itself as it is the most powerful entity and she fears the captivity that comes when society rejects you.

Will himself is something of an exception to Anya. All her life, there has been one person to please. She has interacted with a few people here and there over the years, made some brief and fleeting friendships that never got too uncomfortably deep. Will is the first one who does actually get to know her on a deeper level because he is the first one to care enough to push into the darker parts of herself, the parts she normally keeps hidden because society won’t understand and if society can’t understand then it will undoubtedly reject her. But he’s still not Hannibal. Will hasn’t known her as intimately or as long and still chosen to stay the way Hannibal has. There’s a part of her that won’t completely trust Will because of that and she won’t for a long, long time.

So, yeah, when Hannibal is incarcerated, Anya is pissed. At the FBI for physically “taking” him from her, at Hannibal for turning himself in and essentially choosing Will over her, and especially at Will because she sees him at the center of it all. The FBI would not even be looking at Hannibal if Will hadn’t pointed so many fingers. Hannibal wouldn’t have given himself up if Will wasn’t there to make him feel he should. And to make it all worse, she won’t expect it because Will is not the one who holds the power. The FBI did, but that was figured out already. Hannibal should have been “safe.”

At the same time, though, she’ll be desperate. She cannot be alone.

And yeah, Anya totally visits Hannibal in prison. After all, her moral compass is also his. She was raised on killing, she has no objection to it. Cannibalism isn’t even that much of a stretch to her, all things considering. If you kill it, eat it. Like a pig, or a cow, or a chicken. It makes sense to her at a surface level and she doesn’t want to dive deeper than that. But his choice to give himself up for Will instead of run for her feels like rejection and that is terrifying. He will feel more distant not just physically but also emotionally and for the first time in a very long time, she’ll be scared of him leaving her entirely, maybe even taking Will with him somehow and leaving her with nothing once again. Anya will worry each time she goes to visit that he won’t want to see her anymore and she’ll worry each time she leaves that it will be the last for one reason or another. And this will play apart in pushing her back towards Will again. She has to have someone, anyone at this point, and she’ll be grasping and scrambling to hold onto both of them for as long as she can.

Of course, she not very conscious of these motivations. Anya just sees her attachments to them as love, and it is. She loves them more than anything else in the world. But her love will always be damaged from those fourteen years of trauma and if no one forces her to see it, she never will. Anya won’t want to dive that deep into herself and she won’t stumble upon the revelation because it is also partially hidden by her struggle with impulsivity and the actions that don’t seem to be driven by any motivation or thought process at all.

[rosiesdiner]

@elisabetholivier

just making it an individual post so I don't lose it! :)

open / rosie’s diner

“i, i'm— early, am i early?” she didn’t check a clock before coming down to rosie’s. rather, she’d simply found herself at the entrance to it, peering in as though it was a new land— not the same place she’d frequented all these months. “i just, well was hoping for some tea bags, if we have some.”

"Hey," Rosie's voice lilted at the customer resident who walked in. the door was unlocked, which meant the diner was open. it usually was. Elisabeth was sweet to ask. People didn't these days -- it wasn't rude by any means, more of an adjustment to their predicament. Since the holidays however, Rosie had been closing more than she used to. She felt bad that Charlie (@pxtitxrosxitxrosx) took extra shifts to keep the diner open when Rosie was too tired from sadness to greet everyone brightly and As it was, with supplies lower than they had originally been, there was less to serve.

"We do have tea. I can't give out much though, sorry. Right now the ration is a cup a day here or take a bag with you. There's more available when they come back from rations. Ash (@ashton-ryder) knows tea, more so coffee, is always a must. He found condensed milk and powdered milk last time and I'm really hoping those keep popping up."

Elisabeth wasn't meeting Rosie at the best of times. She was chipper and optimistic before the apocalypse and tried her best to continue as such as the first few months continued. As the losses built up with passing time, the fiercest punch in December, the spark snuffed out within her chest. She was trying to relight it. She hoped her usual routine of work brought back stability.

[dahliayoung]

CLOSED STARTER for @ashvvilliams WHERE: ash's apartment

Ash's SOS had sent a chill through Dahlia when she'd read it. While their friendship was exactly the kind where you could send up a red flare with no questions asked, it wasn't usually Ash sending up the signals. They were the rock, the steady presence that always seemed to have it together, so for them to reach out like this something was seriously wrong. Dahlia didn't waste a second, grabbing her keys and racing to her friend's apartment as quickly as humanly possible. As soon as she arrived, she used her spare key to let herself inside, her voice echoing through the quiet space. "Ash? I'm here! What's going on?" Her mind raced with the possibilities none of them good as she quickly scanned the apartment for any sign of her friend.