"Sometimes I remember that time that I sang as if we were in a musical, and Richie did not, and I died inside."
Posts by Ashley
"Can't believe someone would dig up a grave. They'd better not do that with Ronnie or I'm... well... I don't know what I'd do."
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Thank you, I really appreciate that. (β qβ ο½₯β Οβ ο½₯β qβ )β οΎβ β‘
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No, it's okay. I can accept crack roleplays being non-progressive, it's just that I like to build stories when I'm being serious. ππ
Β» at his cheek.
"The term you're looking for isn't witch," he purrs smoothly, the feline rhythm intoning every word, "it's mage."
He tucks a hand to his chest and bows lightly, a smile on his lips.
"Ascelin Charbonnier Guillaume at your service."
"I don't need to be claimed."
The voice is Ashley's, but the words are not. The cat stretches lazily, then strolls behind a tree. What emerges is a young man, who looks almost identical to Lestat's current company, save for his glowing purple irises and slightly longer hair pulled into a braid Β»
"Both?" he suggests timidly. "I've personally never spent time with either. Musicians aren't readily available to talk, and vampires, as you said, aren't generally believed. Even if I found one before you, I'd have been in no hurry to risk becoming their next meal."
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I'm on hiatus until further notice. Killjoy is the exception to this, his character deeply matters to mine and I won't lose what they have.
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Time to put Ashley on ocsn, I guess-
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Why don't you have Natty engage with Anti? π
You'd never be too intimidating for him, he's a demon with Vampire Diaries rules. π€
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I'm clinging to two people here, sometimes one person, four is my maximum engagement, and honestly, writing with you is such a highlight.
I could delete all my accounts and it'd probably take people days to notice. Hoping that folks remember I exist is my default setting.
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I'm not into DC or Marvel either, I write with Hallion because she's my friend. I end up looking up most stuff. π€
She got me into a verse and then left it and now I'm not bothering to commit to anything else in case that happens again. π§
Is Natty an OC? π
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Man do I know that feeling.
Hallion is a fantastic writer, so is Caspian, I bet Flash and Thawne would get on with Natty, and so would Rose. πββοΈ
Ash is open for interactions too, though he's been reset, so it'd be a fresh slate with him. π
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Are people not engaging with you? π₯Ί
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Short responses kill my muse, it's not a dig at anyone, it's a fact. I need to build it up again, I'll be back when I have. π€
"He hasn't eaten in two hundred years," Ash muses, "I'd be that hungry too. But you do indeed look fabulous. I'm just trying to think of things we can do together. The world is amazing and you've only experienced the bad so far."
"Okay..."
He'll agree to anything if it gets him out of the restraints, he feels very vulnerable right now.
"There's probably a switch somewhere that enables ghost colours," he adds with a giggle. "Maybe we could get you a whole new outfit."
He leaves the rest of the nuggets to Boo, pulling a carton drink from his pocket.
"Not that you don't look very dapper in your current one."
He looks equally as confused. If Raphael didn't send him - and thinking about it, why would he? - then why does this random man have him chained up?
"I don't understand what you want from me," he states meekly.
"I don't wanna," Ash whines playfully, sinking his teeth into another nugget. "I'm gonna rewrite the logic and become a rainbow ghost."
He flattens himself against the wall, eyes wide and heart pounding.
"Do I owe you money? Did my boss send you?"
He audibly mews in fear, tugging so fiercely at the chains that he actually hurts his wrist. Reluctantly, he falls still again.
"Wh-Who are you? What do you want?"
"You had quite the aesthetic," Ash responds fondly. "If being a ghost makes you white, I'm going to struggle in the afterlife. I love wearing black."
"Oh, don't eat you," Ash stated worriedly, digging into his bag and producing a box of chicken nuggets. He'd bought them earlier that day, they were cold but still good. He broke open the lid and picked up a bite of golden-battered chicken. "Here," he said, holding it to the stranger's lips.
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With a soft groan, Ashley stirrs awake, panic setting in as he feels heavy chains around his wrists.
"What theβ"
"Family photo?" Ash guesses, pacing himself with the food as not to overdo it. He hasn't eaten properly in quite some time.
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They're both adorable. ^β’^
He bites into another nugget, chewing absentmindedly, then eyes Johnathan. It's none of his business, so he doesn't ask, but his curiosity's piqued.
He grins, eating the remainder of the nugget himself. The batter is crunchy and flavourful, the chicken cooked to perfection.
"Good? You're such a clever cat."