#m; ash

[hellslittleprince]

@n0chanxes | Ash for bubby~

Ash liked to think he was a calm person. A reasonable person. A person who took a lot of shit without snapping or leaving burning corpses in his wake. And yet... Sometimes, just sometimes, people liked to push that button. Just... slam their fists into that button and push and push and push until he was barely clinging onto reasonable thought. Lucifer, it seemed, had not just punched that button, he'd fucking roundhouse kicked it, followed up by a rapid successful of karate chops, finished up with a nice, solid headbutt.

But this wasn't Lucifer. This was whoever Lucifer had sent instead and so Ash was trying, truly, truly trying, not to lose his shit. "You can tell his fucking highness, that I said no. They're not ready. You send these kids in, they're not coming out. There'll be no pieces left to put together. No pieces to pick up. And tell him, next time he doesn't like my answer, to come and speak to me himself, rather than sending one of his lackeys. Much rather spit in his face than yours."

[axoqiii]

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[hellslittleprince]

It wasn't lost on Ash, of course, how vulnerable of a position Kal had willingly put himself in. He could have done precisely that - snapped his neck in barely a second. He could've done many things, including calling on the hounds to take Kal down in an ambush. He could've simply ignored him, walked away and pretended he never saw him. But no. No, he was here, holding him close, giving him comfort that he had a horrible, horrible suspicion Kal had never had before. And oh, how that tore Ash apart.

"Let them," Ash sighed, "If they recognise it, I'll just tell them to mind their own business. Lucifer hates me enough as it is, but he's also not so foolish as to try and kill me. Torture, sure. I've got the scars to prove it, but kill? He'd lose his entire army in a heartbeat."

The next words though, that plea, the desperation in those eyes when Kal pulled back and spoke to him of something that should've shocked him to his core... Well. It pained him to know that it didn't surprise him. In the slightest. Ash had seen things, heard things in Hells dark and humid hallways, smelled things carried on putrid air that told him all he needed to know about Lucifer's particular penchant for experiments. Hell, he was one of them. In his own nauseating way, he was very, very much one of them.

And so that plea... there was no shock on Ash's face, and it wouldn't be a jump for anyone to assume that meant he already knew about it.

In truth, he'd known that something was going on. There were whispers. Talkings in shadows between beings that were so hushed even the hounds themselves might not pick up on the words. But that... didn't make it any easier. And so he gave a nod. Quick, decisive, and without hesitation. Then the head was back on his shoulder and he took a careful breath, bringing a hand back up to card through the strands. Oh, how he wanted to steal every being subject to the King's idiocy and take them all far, far away...

"I'll look. Bo, if that's who you speak of, is... In a very difficult position. Protecting the prince can't be any easy feat, and if Lucifer is asking him to keep such horrid secrets, there's likely an explanation for why he's doing it. I'll see what I can find out, okay?" He swallowed then, mind drifting to another conversation with another being he'd wanted to protect from it all.

"I... have a request of my own, too. If that's alright?" Asking permission was probably not necessary, but ask he did anyway. "A... friend of mine. He's looking for someone. Someone Lucifer is claiming left of his own accord but from what I know of him and what I've heard, I don't think that would be the case. I don't know if he was banished, or if he's even still alive, but... but I know you and your new family have been taking in hounds gone astray so... if... If you hear anything about him, about Wolf, could you.. find a way to get word to me? I won't harm him, or drag him back kicking and screaming, they just... they care. I can tell that they care about him, perhaps love him, and it would be a blessing to be able to tell them that he's safe, at least."

It was funny, wasn't it? How near silence always had different kinds of sounds? Just before his heart stopped, there was near perfect quiet, in spite of the loud, visceral noises of demons shredding his body apart. The silence after he spoke was longer, sounded... heavier; and only because of what he'd said.. and how Ash seemed to be taking it all in. And maybe that was it; Why he'd come here to seek the other out, because he was considering it, and had been maybe one of the few, if only, beings in that fucked up little place that was considering everything.

But then there were.... There was a reply. And a motion. And none of that made sense. Because what Ash had said should've made Kal want to reply. And what Ash did should've at least had Kal pulling back. He was one of the top killers in... just about any realm, and one of the quickest wits to help with that title... But when a soft, odd, never before heard question was posed, and when there was a careful, gentle embrace that pressed his face against the curve of the other's neck, a hand in his hair, the other securing him in place? God that silence couldn't burst his eardrums.

A single breath was how it started. An attempt of a chuckle as tears never quite stopped. And one chuckle slowly built into laughter. Laughter built and grew breathier, frantic even. Hands clutched at the other, and as that smile fell away, then came the tears. It was just like then; Like those countless, horrible nights alone on that foresaken cell floor. Laughing into tears, tears into restless sleep, and all alone...

So it wasn't like then, was it? Not this one, strange time, the time when I monster was lent a shoulder to cry on. And that's.. all this was. Just a pup, put through the grinder a few lifetimes too many, clutching and sobbing. No plans. No plots. No defenses. Ash could've put him down with a quick twist of two hands. But instead, Kal sobbed out lifetimes and anger, of anguish and hatred.

It was no wonder that, after however much time and tears had passed, that Kal felt and let himself more or less slump against the other, tears and body spent. Figuring out this silence was harder...hard enough that Kal didn't bother, and couldn't linger.

"....You'll have to do something... " His voice was quieter than it maybe should've been when words did finally come to him. "You'll go back smelling of me.. Doubt Lucifer knows or bothered to remember my scent.. but if Big Brother catches a whiff, he might skin you alive... I just..." Brows pinched together, Kal needing the strangest one-two counter before he was able to pull a little back, eyes at the floor, cheeks well wet and glistening in the pale light.

"... Just one favour to ask? He's... holding somebody down there, in his fucked up little dungeon... A.. Hybrid, I guess? His only crime was being born and saving that little spawn when Lucifer failed to and I..." His jaw clenched, head shaking, "I don't know... what Lucifer is doing to him.. But I know two things. One? He doesn't have much time left.. if any. And two?" Here hsi jaw clenched a million times, head giving a single shake. "Brother knows about it... If you can... if you're near that area and can pick up Brother's scent it... It may lead you to him? His name is Sol... if you hear anybody asking for him... I can't.. get that deep myself but I...just.." His head shook, and shoulders went limp in... defeat? Desperation, maybe? Whatever it was, it was rare, and a little treat to himself to feel just this once, as a forehead slumped against Ash's shoulder just once more.

"...Please.."

[lokimobius]

LOKI S02E03 “1893”

[mcbride]

when the universe is conspiring to help you find your soulmate, and deal with your mental health issues, it sends you a sexy pilot/therapist:

[thepersonalwords]

When love dies, the heart's ashes do not leave on the wind—they rest on the mantelpiece of the soul, darkening the sunrise we once saw to be beautiful.

Angela M. Hudson

[ghcstpyre]

I think having keanu's massive hands on my body would fix me

[rise-up-from-ashes]

Embwr made her way through the forest. She had just had a close encounter with a few men and quite frankly would have preferred to meet an owl ear in the woods.

So she was running a bit on adrenaline considering she was being chased by those ill mannered pigs.

This was why she ran right into another man on the road.

She grabbed onto his upper arms instinctively as she felt herself start to fall.

@silenced-strings

His eyes widened confused as he turned around as if by instinct reaching for the sword at his waist before he froze as someone grabbed his arm causing him to sigh catching her in one of his arms as he kept the weapon in the other pointed at her.

He didn't know why but doing such made him happy, seeing the shock and fear on her face, even if it wasn't sadly caused by him, was a surprising nice change from where he had been held prisoner moments before.

"And who might you be little one?" He asked with a chuckle.

[bluespiritshonour]

Why is it always Robin has to prove himself to Batman? Be it any Robin. And no, I'm not talking about characters, because Bruce—Bruce is like “Everyone must prove themselves to me but I'm not answerable to anyone” that motherfucker. Very IC.

I'm talking about stories, about narratives—why does every Robin-centric narrative has a “prove themselves to Batman” arc—but Bruce's arc never involves proving himself to anyone?

Why, after the events of the Tower of Babel, Bruce didn't have to work to gain the Justice League's approval? Why didn't he have to work to redeem himself, dammit!

Yes. He had to reveal his identity. But then, it wasn't his idea. It was Clark's. It's fundamentally different from Dick unmasking in front of the Titans: Dick feels in his bones that it isn't fair that he's the only one masked and the Titans are up for mutiny, so he made an executive decision.

It didn't even occur to Bruce to do it. Dammit, the fucker wasn't even trying to get back into Justice League. Clark had to persuade him. And no, I don't mean he should have gone and begged them to let him in. He doesn't need them.

But let's be honest: none of the Leaguers need the League. But humanity does. That's why they put their differences aside and band together.

Bruce is selfless when it comes to sacrificing his family a la Batman : Ego. Oh!—it's Bruce's children that are dying in Batman's mission. Isn't he so noble?—the picture of tragedy? The greiving father? The man who can't even have a steady romantic relationship because Batman wouldn't let him? So selfless—until he isn't. Until the JL—in other words, a planet full of people—need him to swallow his pride. Then, he isn't selfless anymore.

He's selfless when he's a father sending his children to war for the greater good—but he's not selfless when it's time to swallow his pride, to take the risk of trusting someone even after being traumatised and betrayed—for the greater good. (And honestly his trust issues seem narcissistic when surrounded by people like Dick, Alfred and freaking Commissioner Gordon!)

You know who does it? Dick Grayson. That's who. The “trust no one” maxim has been drilled into him by Bruce, but even then he chooses to trust. Not because he's stupid, but because it's a requirement. He totally expects to be stabbed in the back; he isn't naïve. But he'd rather be betrayed than have someone be barred from help because they seemed suspicious. It's canon in Titans. He says it in words, look it up. To Brother Blood, I guess.

Bruce didn't have to work to get on the League's good side. He just had to reveal his ID to regain trust and that, too, was Clark's idea.

And that's not an attempt at redemption, because if it was, then why did Clark have to do it too? Clark didn't do anything to deserve it. But Bruce forces him to and Clark agrees: for the greater good that the League trusting each other would ensure.

Clark Kent, who chooses to forego a mask so that people trust him. Literally, it comes down to that. Who has to built his whole civilian life around the fact that he shows his bare fucking face to the whole world.

And honestly, if I were to throw genre convention aside and read the text the hard way, Bruce doesn't seem really all that bothered with keeping his ID a secret. He's nothing compared to Clark. I mean. Come on, look at the number of people who know Bruce's ID and the number that know Clark's and tell me. Fucking tell me who's more serious about that stuff.

Bruce's entire existence hinges on other characters’ kindness, in and out of universe. In-universe there's this massive brigade of people who know his ID and keep it a secret. Out of universe, writers who show him to be the best even though Clark, Diana, Dick are all more worthy than him.

This is what you get when you let little incels run creative industries.

What did Bruce ever have to do to redeem himself to anyone? Literally anyone? Bruce would let Gotham burn if it meant he keeps his colossal pride intact. But oh, send his children to die: woe is him, this greiving father, so tragique—would absolutely do that.

He isn't even a hero. You know the impact of Batman: Ego and BtAS pales when put next to his very selfish acts when it comes to himself.

Because always—ALWAYS—the uwu factor in Bruce's stories aren't personal.

Not like it's in Clark's who has to face xenophobia because he's an alien. He's natural existence—his powers that are a part of him existing—being called a threat. He still helps.

Not like Diana who comes to the Man's World and decides to stay behind despite it being, well, a Man's World. That would never really respect her as much as it respects a man, any man, even though she's a literal Goddess. Coming and staying in Man's World for her means loneliness. Being immortal and watching every friend she ever made become a memory. But she chose to do it. Because at the end of the day, it's not about her. It's about helping people.

But for Bruce, in true male-is-default fashion, it's about losing people. People he loves.

His parents' death, Jason's death and so on and so forth. I'm not saying losing someone is not painful. I'm just saying it's always about his manpain.

Making the victim's pain his.

[hellslittleprince]

"What, a bounty hunter can't track down a tiny, albeit deadly hellhound pup?" Ash tutted, shaking his head. Granted, it was his job to protect them and he'd managed to lose one of the more rowdy of the bunch, but that was a teeny, tiny detail, "I asked for your help because I need discretion. Lucifer finds out, we're both toast. That being said, I assume you're expecting some kind of payment?"

open to: supernatural & humans who know character: Inha, he/they, demon hybrid, warlock & bounty hunter

"I admit, I did not take you for somebody who would ask for magical aid with your problems. A little specific, this one, I'd not call it my specialty either but I guess, I still could help you out." There was a hint in his voice that there was likely a catch to it.

[evnne]

ASH ISLAND / PARANOID @ HIPHOPPLAYA FESTIVAL 2023

[hellslittleprince]

New muses~

Ash, demon & hellhound minder, hongjoong

Ash has no idea how he came to be a demon. He knows the mechanics, how it all works, but he remembers nothing from before. All he knows is that somewhere along the line, Lucifer decided he was the best fit for a specific job - caring for the hellhound pups while they were still too young to look after themselves. Generally nice guy, unless you piss him off. Then you might find yourself without limbs.

Luther, Fairy, Bramble's older brother, Song Kang

Luther had always been the more put-together of he and his baby brother, but even then, he had built a bit of a reputation as being odd. Generally nice to those who earned his trust, those that didn't were often met with cold treatment, eyes filled with something not quite right, and a determination and drive that his brother just didn't qutie have.

Anyone want a starter? Let me know who from!

[frostedpuffs]

here are the little illustrations i made for my collaboration with @miabrown007 for the @adrinettezine 💗 the zine is gorgeous, please consider checking it out, as well as reading mia's fic, "blinding lights", which these illustrations are paired with!

[fortheloveofkonig]

Hello, hope you are having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request Ghost x Male reader: reader is having trouble sleeping due to maybe PTSD so he starts over working around base and working more but forgetting to take care of themself. Reader pass out from exhaustion?

Summary: Your nightmares have been plaguing you again recently and in an attempt to make them stop, you busy yourself with other work rather than rest. Ghost seems to take a notice to this.

Note: I honestly had to stare at this a few times because I know I can do this because...well, relatable but it's scary to write for the first time in a new fandom. Thanks for requesting though! I hope you enjoy it ^^

Content: Mentions of nightmares, implied PTSD, not proofread, this is so short? I'm so sorry! Fluff!?

Word Count: 836

Ghost x Sleepless M!Reader

Nightmares are not unheard of for you. They've happened for a long time at this point and each time they show up again, they never get easier to deal with. How were you supposed to deal with them? It's not like with any of the mechanisms you use to rid of them ever help you, as shown by tonight's restless night of moving around because of an overwhelming background fear of the moment you close your eyes for too long.

After a while of your tossing and turning, you sat up with a huff and ran your hand over your face. Another sleepless night, so you figured you may as well just get up and do something. You made your way to the armory to clean up some of the weapons.

It started as small errands like that until you decided to take on extra paperwork as well as looking over training. It took a few days for anyone to notice that your duties seemed to have multiplied as well as the bags under your eyes.

Ghost was the first to notice. He's dealt with many of sleepless nights himself so recognizing someone else who seemed to be avoiding every possibility at a chance to catch some shut-eye was not very hard to do. He didn't know if he should say something, it wasn't really his place to speak up about your sleeping habits but he also had a deep care for you.

It wasn't until you were the one that approached him that he was pushed to say something.

"Hey LT.!" Your voice was upbeat, too upbeat, as if you were trying to feign that you were well rested and energized.

Ghost lifts his head up from the papers he was reading, only responding with a soft hum as acknowledgement. He figured he knew where you were about to take this.

"I know that you are usually looking over the training and I was wondering-"

"No." He cuts you off.

"What?" You stood back in shock and cross your arms, "What do you mean 'No.'? You didn't even hear what I was going to say."

He lets out a sigh, "I know what you were going to say and I said no. You need to stop taking on everyone's work load."

A huff comes from your mouth as you start to retort but Ghost puts up his hand, which halts any words from coming out of your mouth.

"Rest is what you need to do."

You let out another annoyed huff and turn to leave the room, "but why would he ever listen to me" is the last thing you heard him say as you left for the gym.

You actually spent a good bit of time doing your routine. Stretching, jumping jacks, weights, sit-ups, pull-ups, all of that jazz. Now it was time for the beloved push-ups.

1...

2...

3...

It took an hour for someone to find you but Ghost was the one who walked into the gym to find you snoozing on the floor in his usual spot, to which he just lets out an annoyed sigh but had a disguised smug smirk underneath his mask.

"I told ya, should've went and slept." He says while making his way over towards you.

He assesses the situation figuring that it would probably just be best to pick you up and take you to your bed, rather than waking you up with the chance of you fighting rest again. He bends to pick you up and once you are in his arms, you mumble something indeterminable and grab what you can of his shirt into your hand to which he lets out a soft silent chuckle, but his chest moves silent so that's what sleep deprived you believed it was.

It took only a moment for Ghost to arrive at your bed and he started to softly put you on the bed. Much to his dismay, you didn't let go of him. In fact, your grip just got tighter.

When he reached his arm up to remove your hand, now basically fully bent over the bed just so he doesn't wake you by ripping your hand away, you opened your mouth to quietly mutter, "Stay.."

It took a moment for him to process what you just said but when he realized that your grip was not getting looser anytime soon, he let in and pushed you over some.

"Fine, but only until you are asleep and you can't let anyone know I gave in this easily." He mumbled under his breath and stiffly got onto the bed next to you.

You hummed in acknowledgment before scooting closer to him and laying your head on his chest. After a little while he seemed to lose the tense feeling in his body and relaxed as he watched you fall asleep on him. He didn't see himself being able to move anytime before you woke up from this slumber so he just got himself comfortable.

"Goodnight sleepyhead."

[situationsoured]

People keep saying Katniss is like the reincarnation of Sejanus, or even Lucy Gray, which I just don’t think is true. If there’s a character in the movie that reminded me of Katniss it was Reaper from District 11. Both had an advantage in the game from their trades (Katniss was a hunter and Reaper was a lumberjack, I think). Despite this, both chose to ally themselves with young girls (Rue and Dill respectively) over the older, stronger tributes. And they both have to watch this girl die. I saw way more of Katniss in Reaper tearing down the Panem flag to cover his fellow tributes after finding Dill dead than in Sejanus sprinkling breadcrumbs over Marcus.

What this movie made me sure of is that there must have been so many tributes like Reaper and Katniss. While we see some tributes driven to do awful things to survive, we also see so much love and mercy – in Reaper immediately telling Dill to stick with him in the arena, in that little girl taking Lucy’s hand, in Lamina mercy killing Marcus’ and cutting his body down.

I also don’t think Snow felt especially haunted by Lucy Gray in Peeta. While I think the two are a lot more alike than Sejanus and Katniss, Snow has seen dozens of games since the 10th. While Lucy was the first of her kind, I’m sure there have been so many tributes like Lucy, who try to use charm and personality to win over the audience as opposed to relying on physical strength. The games were literally reshaped to give tributes like her a better chance. We hear over and over during the first book how likability is the key to surviving in the arena.

Ultimately, neither Katniss nor Peeta are unique as tributes. Peeta isn’t even unique as a victor – while he was an underdog, I’m sure there have been at least a couple other victors like Peeta and Lucy Gray who managed to get by. I do not, however, think there had ever been a victor like Katniss. That’s what’s different between her and Reaper, and why Katniss successfully inspired a revolution while Reaper, who rebelled against the games in almost the same way, did not. Reaper died as an act of defiance against the Capitol, while Katniss lived. They both ultimately refused to play the game, but Katniss proved that resisting the Capitol was not a death wish. And that is what scares Snow. That's why he needs her to frame it as an act of love for Peeta. Not because she reminds him of a dead revolutionary, or even of a dead friend (although idk if I would even call them friends tbh).

(I feel I have to add, the capitol was clearly threatened by what Reaper did, or Gaul wouldn’t have interrupted him with that announcement. Also, we don’t see how 11 reacts to Dill’s death like we do with Rue, it could have also resulted in riots. But Reaper died where Katniss did not. There’s that line Snow had in the first movie about needing to control how much hope they give the districts, and clearly Katniss surviving pushed them across the threshold)

But Katniss and Reaper were not rebels or revolutionaries going into the arena. Yes, they hated the Capitol, but what tribute wouldn’t? Their priority was survival and helping Rue and Dill survive. It was the deaths of their friends that sparked their rebellion. Sejanus, on the other hand, had little to no concern for survival. He was consumed with his hate for the games and the Capitol (he was choking on it).

If I had to make a parallel between Sejanus and someone in the original trilogy, it would be Cinna. They both live in the Capitol, on a path of upward social trajectory, and despite that neither of them are willing to live with what the Capitol is doing, and it kills them. Snow even causes both their deaths.  

I also had to consider that Katniss reminded Snow of himself. Both of them start out their respective books with very little consideration with the big picture. Their focus is on improving the lives of themselves and their families. I think that is how Snow knows where to put the pressure to keep Katniss in line. (Coin does not understand this, and it’s why she struggles manipulating Katniss into doing what she wants). But unlike Snow, Katniss doesn’t feel ownership over her loved ones, and her idea of ‘doing anything for them’ means sacrificing herself, not the lives of others.

I don’t think Snow was haunted. I think that requires feeling guilt or regret. After Lucy Gray ran away, Snow got married. And had children. And grandchildren. He hosted more games and killed more district kids. He might have cried after what he did to Sejanus, but he then immediately took the money that would have been Sejanus’ and used to do things that would have had him doing barrel rolls in his grave.

Snow at the end of the Hunger Games trilogy does not strike me as a man who is haunted by his choices. Like he told Lucy Gray, he came to believe humanity is innately evil. When you think that, you can do as many horrible things as you want to, because there will never be an innocent victim. You’re just doing to other people what they would do to you - if they were as smart and cunning and powerful as you are.

[omnicom]

Pokeshipping Week 2024

Day 7: Time Capsule

And here's the final theme! It's a bit more mellow than the last couple themes, but I like it nonetheless on account of how it feels like it ties things up nicely with a bunch of memorable paraphernalia. (That's a sentence and a half there, Hakui. ಠ▃ಠ )

The time capsule itself is based off the old TM case, but it's pretty loose. The shape and details don't exist in the official art (which was slim pickings from when I looked). I really just wanted to make sure it looked like it belonged in the world and be something that people would think, "oh neat!" when they see it. So, if you thought that, then yay! Mission accomplished!

Anyway, if you want to believe this takes places months or even years after the previous theme, then go right ahead. 👍 I honestly didn't think too hard about the time frame of when this thing would be looked into as depicted above. So, I'm open to headcanons! Have at it, folks!

And once again, here's to another year of celebrating Pokeshipping! Thank you to everyone who's commented, reblogged, liked, and whatever else interactions there are! Loved the engagement and here's hoping to seeing y'all again in the future! Cya ✌

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