Ashley
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𝑨 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎.
𝖯𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖪𝖺𝗂.
𝖬𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝟣𝟪 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝟤𝟦 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈.
𝖯𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖪𝖺𝗂.
𝖬𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝟣𝟪 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝟤𝟦 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈.
He watched the stone go, then knelt down and picked up a pebble of his own, before angling it a few different ways and debating how to throw it.
"What do you do if humans come into the sea? You know, to swim and stuff?"
"What do you do if humans come into the sea? You know, to swim and stuff?"
"Again, cold doesn't really bother me, so even in this weather. For me? It's still warmer than my home turf."
《It said as it threw a stone towards the sea. Letting it bounce quite a bit before it disappeared.》
《It said as it threw a stone towards the sea. Letting it bounce quite a bit before it disappeared.》
"Laying on the warm sand must feel amazing," he mused wistfully, then glanced at the sky and blinked as a snowflake landed on his nose, "at least, in the good weather."
January 6, 2026 at 3:17 PM
He watched the stone go, then knelt down and picked up a pebble of his own, before angling it a few different ways and debating how to throw it.
"What do you do if humans come into the sea? You know, to swim and stuff?"
"What do you do if humans come into the sea? You know, to swim and stuff?"
"Laying on the warm sand must feel amazing," he mused wistfully, then glanced at the sky and blinked as a snowflake landed on his nose, "at least, in the good weather."
"I was raised in it. So it's much like you getting accustomed to normal wrathet in your place
But as for your question, yes. I do sometimes lay here in my 100-foot form on the beach."
《It spoke as it sat down against a nearby rock.》
But as for your question, yes. I do sometimes lay here in my 100-foot form on the beach."
《It spoke as it sat down against a nearby rock.》
"I can't imagine living in cold water," Ash responds with a shiver, subtly adjusting his boots in the snow as he feels the frost nipping through his socks. "Do you ever come to land completely?"
January 6, 2026 at 2:33 PM
"Laying on the warm sand must feel amazing," he mused wistfully, then glanced at the sky and blinked as a snowflake landed on his nose, "at least, in the good weather."
"I can't imagine living in cold water," Ash responds with a shiver, subtly adjusting his boots in the snow as he feels the frost nipping through his socks. "Do you ever come to land completely?"
"I often go to the surface to bask in sunlight. For it doesnt really reach to my city."
《A simple awnser but a truthfull one.》
"The cold of winter holds no meaning to me for this reason. The sea gets incredibly cold when no sunlight hits it."
《A simple awnser but a truthfull one.》
"The cold of winter holds no meaning to me for this reason. The sea gets incredibly cold when no sunlight hits it."
"It's nice to meet you, Levi. What, um... brings you to the surface today?"
It was no secret that Ash was a rabbit caught in headlights, he hadn't expected another person to be here, let alone a leviathan.
It was no secret that Ash was a rabbit caught in headlights, he hadn't expected another person to be here, let alone a leviathan.
January 6, 2026 at 11:28 AM
"I can't imagine living in cold water," Ash responds with a shiver, subtly adjusting his boots in the snow as he feels the frost nipping through his socks. "Do you ever come to land completely?"
|| Writing Ash and Ace respectively is so fun, because one is a gentle human who's doomed by the narrative and the other has fully embraced witchcraft, the Lords in Black, or both.
January 5, 2026 at 6:19 PM
|| Writing Ash and Ace respectively is so fun, because one is a gentle human who's doomed by the narrative and the other has fully embraced witchcraft, the Lords in Black, or both.
|| Me, actually. If anyone cares. ♥
January 5, 2026 at 6:03 PM
|| Me, actually. If anyone cares. ♥
|| Dun dun dunnnn! 🤭
// KAI OMGGGG
Ascelin watches him go, flanked by a set of very powerful deities in human form. His eyes reflect the colours, but he's definitely still himself.
"A Thawne in my side," he mutters amusedly. "We'll deal with him when the time comes."
"A Thawne in my side," he mutters amusedly. "We'll deal with him when the time comes."
January 5, 2026 at 2:57 PM
|| Dun dun dunnnn! 🤭
"If we're all red threads, we must've weaved so many wonderful creations just by passing people on the street, let alone connecting with them."
January 4, 2026 at 11:35 PM
"If we're all red threads, we must've weaved so many wonderful creations just by passing people on the street, let alone connecting with them."
|| Stalking you all on my TADC account because I crave interactions and you're my friends so it's the price you pay. 🥰
January 4, 2026 at 11:17 PM
|| Stalking you all on my TADC account because I crave interactions and you're my friends so it's the price you pay. 🥰
"An audience with Lestat himself, who wouldn't be?" Ashley responds with a smile. "Your concert was fantastic, I don't think a hundred encores would've been enough to satiate the audience after that performance."
When Lestat walks out after the concern, his guest is there, as promised.
“Quite the eager one,” he teases.
“Quite the eager one,” he teases.
He'll be there.
Not asking annoying questions.
He promises.
Not asking annoying questions.
He promises.
January 4, 2026 at 11:12 PM
"An audience with Lestat himself, who wouldn't be?" Ashley responds with a smile. "Your concert was fantastic, I don't think a hundred encores would've been enough to satiate the audience after that performance."
"Thanks," Ash murmurs gratefully. He looks down at himself and makes a mental note of all the slices, intending to clean and wrap them once he's free. "I'm so lucky to know you guys. All of you."
❝ That's lovely, Ashley. ❞
Rose smiles, nodding as the other speaks. Medicine finally finishes cleaning the wounds and wraps a fresh bandage around them. Then, he gently places a roll in Ash's hand
❛ Take these. The Agency doesn't pay me enough to care about them. ❜
Rose smiles, nodding as the other speaks. Medicine finally finishes cleaning the wounds and wraps a fresh bandage around them. Then, he gently places a roll in Ash's hand
❛ Take these. The Agency doesn't pay me enough to care about them. ❜
"Whenever I see The Flash running around, it makes me wonder what my metahuman name would be. I like the idea of Aelius, it means sun or sunshine."
He doesn't realise how ironic that is, considering that in another universe, there's a metahuman version of him with the power to create fire.
He doesn't realise how ironic that is, considering that in another universe, there's a metahuman version of him with the power to create fire.
January 4, 2026 at 7:14 PM
"Thanks," Ash murmurs gratefully. He looks down at himself and makes a mental note of all the slices, intending to clean and wrap them once he's free. "I'm so lucky to know you guys. All of you."
|| Didn't think that last line could hit harder than it did originally, but oh look, I'm weak again-
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He never could resist the urge to play with his food. Golden sigils jingled softly, as he pointed up to his ear. "God, mostly." His grin wide with hideous mirth, unmoving from his spot on the wall yet seeming just as close regardless of the hasty retreat.
"Says you've been a 𝘯𝘢𝘢𝘢-𝘴𝘵𝘺 boy." 🎶
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He never could resist the urge to play with his food. Golden sigils jingled softly, as he pointed up to his ear. "God, mostly." His grin wide with hideous mirth, unmoving from his spot on the wall yet seeming just as close regardless of the hasty retreat.
"Says you've been a 𝘯𝘢𝘢𝘢-𝘴𝘵𝘺 boy." 🎶
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January 4, 2026 at 5:46 PM
|| Didn't think that last line could hit harder than it did originally, but oh look, I'm weak again-
"Whenever I see The Flash running around, it makes me wonder what my metahuman name would be. I like the idea of Aelius, it means sun or sunshine."
He doesn't realise how ironic that is, considering that in another universe, there's a metahuman version of him with the power to create fire.
He doesn't realise how ironic that is, considering that in another universe, there's a metahuman version of him with the power to create fire.
❝ Rose. I like Rhodonite. But Rose Oscuro is a dumb name. ❞
He chuckles weakly.
❝ I can't tell you my real name, though. It's a secret. ❞
Medicine laughs, a wheezy laugh.
❛ Yeah, the perks of being an agent. No one knows who you really are. ❜
He chuckles weakly.
❝ I can't tell you my real name, though. It's a secret. ❞
Medicine laughs, a wheezy laugh.
❛ Yeah, the perks of being an agent. No one knows who you really are. ❜
"Rose or Rhodonite?" Ash asks softly, wincing at the contact but refraining from pulling away. "I think they're both lovely. I'd probably go with something regarding the colour black, like Raven or Blake."
January 4, 2026 at 4:01 PM
"Whenever I see The Flash running around, it makes me wonder what my metahuman name would be. I like the idea of Aelius, it means sun or sunshine."
He doesn't realise how ironic that is, considering that in another universe, there's a metahuman version of him with the power to create fire.
He doesn't realise how ironic that is, considering that in another universe, there's a metahuman version of him with the power to create fire.
"Rose or Rhodonite?" Ash asks softly, wincing at the contact but refraining from pulling away. "I think they're both lovely. I'd probably go with something regarding the colour black, like Raven or Blake."
Medicine slips on a pair of gloves, pulling out a wet cloth to dab at the wounds.
❛ Picked it myself, ❜ he states with a crooked grin. ❛ We usually do. ❜
He teasingly gestures to Rose.
❛ Look at Rose. ❜
Rose flushes red, glancing away with a soft huff.
❝ ... I panicked picking mine. ❞
❛ Picked it myself, ❜ he states with a crooked grin. ❛ We usually do. ❜
He teasingly gestures to Rose.
❛ Look at Rose. ❜
Rose flushes red, glancing away with a soft huff.
❝ ... I panicked picking mine. ❞
"I... don't know," Ash murmurs quietly, glancing down at the bruises littering his body.
He hates being touched by Damien, but surely someone who doesn't want to hurt him should be fine?
"Medicine is a good name for a healer," he adds conversationally, trying to calm his nerves.
He hates being touched by Damien, but surely someone who doesn't want to hurt him should be fine?
"Medicine is a good name for a healer," he adds conversationally, trying to calm his nerves.
January 4, 2026 at 2:47 PM
"Rose or Rhodonite?" Ash asks softly, wincing at the contact but refraining from pulling away. "I think they're both lovely. I'd probably go with something regarding the colour black, like Raven or Blake."
"I... don't know," Ash murmurs quietly, glancing down at the bruises littering his body.
He hates being touched by Damien, but surely someone who doesn't want to hurt him should be fine?
"Medicine is a good name for a healer," he adds conversationally, trying to calm his nerves.
He hates being touched by Damien, but surely someone who doesn't want to hurt him should be fine?
"Medicine is a good name for a healer," he adds conversationally, trying to calm his nerves.
❛ Hey. You okay being touched? My name's Medicine. I'm gonna take care of you. ❜
His smile is gentle as he speaks. He pulls out a first aid kit, pushing up his glasses.
His smile is gentle as he speaks. He pulls out a first aid kit, pushing up his glasses.
January 4, 2026 at 2:08 PM
"I... don't know," Ash murmurs quietly, glancing down at the bruises littering his body.
He hates being touched by Damien, but surely someone who doesn't want to hurt him should be fine?
"Medicine is a good name for a healer," he adds conversationally, trying to calm his nerves.
He hates being touched by Damien, but surely someone who doesn't want to hurt him should be fine?
"Medicine is a good name for a healer," he adds conversationally, trying to calm his nerves.
"So what if it was."
Damien's eyes darken, glinting with amusement.
"Even if you lock me up and throw away the key, it's not going to bring him back. Only I know where he is, and if he's alive or dead, and I'm not planning to divulge any details."
Damien's eyes darken, glinting with amusement.
"Even if you lock me up and throw away the key, it's not going to bring him back. Only I know where he is, and if he's alive or dead, and I'm not planning to divulge any details."
SLAM!
The sound of Barry’s palms hitting the table.
“DAMNIT MAN!” He yells, eyes fierce. “I KNOW you did this! YOU killed him, didn’t you?! Or — Or made him disappear! It was YOU!”
The sound of Barry’s palms hitting the table.
“DAMNIT MAN!” He yells, eyes fierce. “I KNOW you did this! YOU killed him, didn’t you?! Or — Or made him disappear! It was YOU!”
"Maybe I picked it up in passing," Raphael says with a shrug. "It's not mine. Looks like a size smaller than I wear."
January 4, 2026 at 1:41 PM
"So what if it was."
Damien's eyes darken, glinting with amusement.
"Even if you lock me up and throw away the key, it's not going to bring him back. Only I know where he is, and if he's alive or dead, and I'm not planning to divulge any details."
Damien's eyes darken, glinting with amusement.
"Even if you lock me up and throw away the key, it's not going to bring him back. Only I know where he is, and if he's alive or dead, and I'm not planning to divulge any details."
Between the stained bandages, gauged out holes can be seen on Ash's neck, blood welling in them and trickling down once the wounds are freed.
"I don't know how they work," Ash admits sheepishly. "It could've been either, I'm sorry. I thought... he said that..."
"I don't know how they work," Ash admits sheepishly. "It could've been either, I'm sorry. I thought... he said that..."
❛ ... This isn't a shock collar. ❜
Watts pulls a pair of cutters from her bag, very carefully snipping the collar. She gingerly unwraps it from Ashley's neck.
❛ Just a spike collar. ❜
Rose quickly moves over to Ashley, a deep frown on his face as he sees the marks from the collar.
❝ Oh dear... ❞
Watts pulls a pair of cutters from her bag, very carefully snipping the collar. She gingerly unwraps it from Ashley's neck.
❛ Just a spike collar. ❜
Rose quickly moves over to Ashley, a deep frown on his face as he sees the marks from the collar.
❝ Oh dear... ❞
Ash lifts his head obediently, wincing slightly as it tugs at the wound across his throat. Seems like the shock collar is something rather different, there are visible steel spikes dug into the poor boy's skin on the inside of the strap.
January 4, 2026 at 1:37 PM
Between the stained bandages, gauged out holes can be seen on Ash's neck, blood welling in them and trickling down once the wounds are freed.
"I don't know how they work," Ash admits sheepishly. "It could've been either, I'm sorry. I thought... he said that..."
"I don't know how they work," Ash admits sheepishly. "It could've been either, I'm sorry. I thought... he said that..."
"Maybe I picked it up in passing," Raphael says with a shrug. "It's not mine. Looks like a size smaller than I wear."
Barry tries not to betray himself with a frown at Raphael’s non-reaction.
“… Your prints were also on that belt.”
“… Your prints were also on that belt.”
"No, I don't believe so."
Raphael suppresses any visible reaction as he sees his belt, the buckle tinted red. He genuinely hasn't seen the lighter before, that must be Ash's.
Raphael suppresses any visible reaction as he sees his belt, the buckle tinted red. He genuinely hasn't seen the lighter before, that must be Ash's.
January 4, 2026 at 1:08 PM
"Maybe I picked it up in passing," Raphael says with a shrug. "It's not mine. Looks like a size smaller than I wear."
Ash lifts his head obediently, wincing slightly as it tugs at the wound across his throat. Seems like the shock collar is something rather different, there are visible steel spikes dug into the poor boy's skin on the inside of the strap.
Rose looks up, his eyes sparkling.
❝ Mason! Took you long enough! ❞
He stands, running over to hug his handler. He glances at the woman.
❝ Oh! You must be new! Agent... ❞
❛ Watts, ❜ the woman states flatly. She moves over to Ash, crouching down.
❛ Chin up. Let me see your collar. ❜
❝ Mason! Took you long enough! ❞
He stands, running over to hug his handler. He glances at the woman.
❝ Oh! You must be new! Agent... ❞
❛ Watts, ❜ the woman states flatly. She moves over to Ash, crouching down.
❛ Chin up. Let me see your collar. ❜
"Dames'll be giving him the runaround," Ashley replies tiredly, then perks up as the door opens.
He retreats behind Rose when Damien appears, but something about the man's expression makes him falter.
The usual confidence and arrogance is missing.
"Fill your boots," Damien mutters icily.
He retreats behind Rose when Damien appears, but something about the man's expression makes him falter.
The usual confidence and arrogance is missing.
"Fill your boots," Damien mutters icily.
January 4, 2026 at 12:58 PM
Ash lifts his head obediently, wincing slightly as it tugs at the wound across his throat. Seems like the shock collar is something rather different, there are visible steel spikes dug into the poor boy's skin on the inside of the strap.
"No, I don't believe so."
Raphael suppresses any visible reaction as he sees his belt, the buckle tinted red. He genuinely hasn't seen the lighter before, that must be Ash's.
Raphael suppresses any visible reaction as he sees his belt, the buckle tinted red. He genuinely hasn't seen the lighter before, that must be Ash's.
Barry reaches under the table and slides over a few photos.
“Have you seen these objects before?”
// bro you can totally make up what Barry’s showing him 💀
“Have you seen these objects before?”
// bro you can totally make up what Barry’s showing him 💀
"He was kicking, shouting, throwing things; I put him in there to cool off. In hindsight, I might've been a bit hasty, but I was stressed. He was behaving like an animal."
So much incriminating evidence. He never thought they'd find the warehouse, let alone check it.
So much incriminating evidence. He never thought they'd find the warehouse, let alone check it.
January 3, 2026 at 11:57 PM
"No, I don't believe so."
Raphael suppresses any visible reaction as he sees his belt, the buckle tinted red. He genuinely hasn't seen the lighter before, that must be Ash's.
Raphael suppresses any visible reaction as he sees his belt, the buckle tinted red. He genuinely hasn't seen the lighter before, that must be Ash's.
|| You know I'm like this, don't give me openings if you don't want me to take them 😂
// KAI 💀💀💀💀
|| "Why yes, I believe that's Ashley's vibrato—"
January 3, 2026 at 11:55 PM
|| You know I'm like this, don't give me openings if you don't want me to take them 😂
|| "Why yes, I believe that's Ashley's vibrato—"
Barry reaches under the table and slides over a few photos.
“Have you seen these objects before?”
// bro you can totally make up what Barry’s showing him 💀
“Have you seen these objects before?”
// bro you can totally make up what Barry’s showing him 💀
"He was kicking, shouting, throwing things; I put him in there to cool off. In hindsight, I might've been a bit hasty, but I was stressed. He was behaving like an animal."
So much incriminating evidence. He never thought they'd find the warehouse, let alone check it.
So much incriminating evidence. He never thought they'd find the warehouse, let alone check it.
January 3, 2026 at 11:46 PM
|| "Why yes, I believe that's Ashley's vibrato—"
"He was kicking, shouting, throwing things; I put him in there to cool off. In hindsight, I might've been a bit hasty, but I was stressed. He was behaving like an animal."
So much incriminating evidence. He never thought they'd find the warehouse, let alone check it.
So much incriminating evidence. He never thought they'd find the warehouse, let alone check it.
Barry glares even further.
“Not that blood. The blood in the storage closet.”
“Not that blood. The blood in the storage closet.”
"He cut his knees on the glass, we had a rococo mirror in storage and he must've thrown a stone at it or something because it was in pieces. The police saw the pieces, right?"
Raphael shakes his head gently, as if disbelieving the whole situation.
Raphael shakes his head gently, as if disbelieving the whole situation.
January 3, 2026 at 11:39 PM
"He was kicking, shouting, throwing things; I put him in there to cool off. In hindsight, I might've been a bit hasty, but I was stressed. He was behaving like an animal."
So much incriminating evidence. He never thought they'd find the warehouse, let alone check it.
So much incriminating evidence. He never thought they'd find the warehouse, let alone check it.
"He cut his knees on the glass, we had a rococo mirror in storage and he must've thrown a stone at it or something because it was in pieces. The police saw the pieces, right?"
Raphael shakes his head gently, as if disbelieving the whole situation.
Raphael shakes his head gently, as if disbelieving the whole situation.
“Then why did the police find traces of blood?”
Barry glares. He’s not usually on interrogation duty. It doesn’t come naturally.
Barry glares. He’s not usually on interrogation duty. It doesn’t come naturally.
"He was tearing up other people's things! I don't condone physical restraint, but sometimes it's necessary."
Raphael shakes his head gently.
"It wasn't hard, just a scare tactic if anything."
Raphael shakes his head gently.
"It wasn't hard, just a scare tactic if anything."
January 3, 2026 at 11:29 PM
"He cut his knees on the glass, we had a rococo mirror in storage and he must've thrown a stone at it or something because it was in pieces. The police saw the pieces, right?"
Raphael shakes his head gently, as if disbelieving the whole situation.
Raphael shakes his head gently, as if disbelieving the whole situation.
"He was tearing up other people's things! I don't condone physical restraint, but sometimes it's necessary."
Raphael shakes his head gently.
"It wasn't hard, just a scare tactic if anything."
Raphael shakes his head gently.
"It wasn't hard, just a scare tactic if anything."
Barry fixes him with another hard stare.
“Do you always pin down your staff to give them a talking to?”
“Do you always pin down your staff to give them a talking to?”
"Oh, THAT?" Raph asks innocently. "We work with a lot of furniture companies, they need somewhere to store their wares, and nobody was handing out papers for that particular place. I found one of my staff vandalising the property, so I pinned him down and gave him a stern talking to."
January 3, 2026 at 8:46 PM
"He was tearing up other people's things! I don't condone physical restraint, but sometimes it's necessary."
Raphael shakes his head gently.
"It wasn't hard, just a scare tactic if anything."
Raphael shakes his head gently.
"It wasn't hard, just a scare tactic if anything."