LEAD HUNTER

𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺

[acesleuth]

       𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑼𝑻𝑯  —  a  slow  activity,  semi  divergent  &  semi  selective,  rp  blog  for  the  character  𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑳  aka  𝑳𝑨  𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑯𝑨.  with  plenty  of   nods  to  lovecraft-type  horror,  and  various  crime  novel  genres.  this  blog  is  100%  unaffiliated  with  any  of  the  fandoms  you  may  see  here.  mun  is  also  very  OC  friendly.  with  a handful of different  verses  set  in:   one  piece,  gachiakuta,  castlevania,  devil  may  cry  &  more.  please  make  sure  you  read  my  rules  before  you  interact !!

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[acesleuth]

ok. i haven't been here in a bit but uh.

having p much all my hcs confirmed as canon feels nice. :)

[acesleuth]

i think outside of a couple of threads i have. i am going to just drop everything with ashveil ( unless asked otherwise ) in terms of writing. and stick him on low priority. ive not felt v good about him or any of the ideas i have for him honestly, or where he sits. he's a mess. i will still reply to some things here and there, but my priority rn is mostly on my original character & my multi since it's where i've felt most comfortable.

so ash is also being put on a semi hiatus. i'll write here when i have muse, and send stuff to people when ive got an idea for one. and maybe do a follower clean up. because im not really comfortable with how high the number is vs past engagement.

[acesleuth]

randomly showing up here to send asks to ppl without prompting ... yes.

[killdivine]

   a    slow    ,    highly selective    ,     art   &   writing    blog   ,   for    𝐖𝐔𝐘𝐀.  a    genderfluid,    shapeshifting    crow    spirit,    inspired    by,    and    based    out    of    old    chinese    myths   and   folktales.  though    wuya    does    have    multiple    different    verses set in ; honkai star rail, jujutsu kaisen, gachiakuta, witch hat atelier, and more.  ( promo edit by tidestre. art by me. )

exploring    themes    of...     familial    betrayal    ,    predetermined    destinies    &    the    lengths    one    will    go    to    defy    them    ,    fluidity    in    form    and    gender    ,    finding    a    home    away    from    home    ,    loneliness    despite    not    being    alone    ,    and    the    consequences    of    unchecked    rage.

[acesleuth]

uh... wtf is this ????

[acesleuth]

@frenzie asked: his mobile phone rests loosely in his hand and against his left ear. a brisk walking tempo takes him down a paved road, as he waits for ashveil to pick up. ❛ i hope i didn't call at an unfortunate time. ❜ the first thing he says upon hearing the other. lunch breaks are precious in such a high demand work enviroment. for both of them. ❛ i was hoping to treat you to lunch, before work sweeps us away again. ❜ with the end of his offer, luocha stops right outside a, by now, familiar door. ❛ if so, you need only come outside. i am at the door. ❜

          He's  surprised-  for  a  multitude  of  reasons.  Today  was  arguable  not  a  good  day  for  him.  They  were  fortunately  far  enough  apart  he  could  manage  work  just  fine.  And  even  on  his  bad  days  he  does  his  best  to  busy  his  mind.

Just  before  the  call,  he  could  feel  the  looming  pull  of  his  patron.  It's  influence  boring  a  hole  deeper  into  him.  Connections,  leads,  evidence-  all  of  it  swirled  in  his  mind,  alongside  the  multitude  of  eyes  and  teeth  there.  A  mess  and  tangle  of  imagery,  words,  and  theories.  Along  with  it,  a  fever...  sweat  dots  his  brow,  causes  his  hair  to  stick  to  the  back  of  his  neck,  feels  uncomfortable  beneath  his  clothes.  Why'd  he  bother  putting  on  all  these  layers?  He  wasn't  going  anywhere,  wouldn't  leave.  He  couldn't  when  he  was  like  this,  when  there  was  a  very  real  risk  of  his  shadow  peeling  free.  Even  a  momentary  lapse  in  control  could  spell  disaster  if  he  isn't  contained  ...

The  ringing  of  his  phone  is  sharp,  and  sudden.  Startles  him  enough  that  it  pulls  his  thoughts  straight,  a  thin  line  he  can  grasp  more  clearly.  It  rings  a  couple  more  times  before  he  answers:  "  No,  no  ...  you're  fine.  "  his  voice  comes  out  a  bit  more  rough  than  he  wanted  it  to.  "  I  was  just  finishing  up  some  paperwork.  "

Lunch?  ...  Lunch  ...  he's  quiet  for  a  moment  too  long.  Which  gives  Luocha  room  to  continue  speaking.  And  he  was  outside.

"  I  mean  ...  you  may  as  well  come  in.  "  he  says,  leaning  back  in  his  chair.  Ash  was  pretty  sure  he'd  forgotten  to  lock  the  door  to  his  office.  An  office  that  doubles  as  a  home  of  some  sort  at  this  point.  "  If  you  don't  mind.  "

unprompted

[familywhitesilk]

The song of catastrophe morphs men into beasts

[acesleuth]

okay so i've gotten all my current threads noted, and all my unprompted asks in my drafts and saved ... i feel. a little a lot more in control of the blog again pheww

[acesleuth]

also ... i caught up with jjk. so ... yeah. jjk ashveil will happen. eventually

[acesleuth]

yk i think ashveil would definitely enjoy super flavorful food, but it's also kind of overwhelming for him sometimes. like. too much of a good thing yk. he needs to acclimate to it again. but at his best, he actually really likes super savory and super spicy foods. he also used to try a lot of new things too; something that never really left even in his current state. always looking out for new additions to menus, excited whenever it's something new AND on a deal of somekind too.

[acesleuth]

okay just to clear this up,,,

ashveil smells subtly like palo santo, pine, ,,, laundry detergent. and idk. yk what it smells like when it's cold outside ??? idk how to describe that. he smells cold.

[cha3blu]

about: rappa and mister n

[viteoublies]

 “ well, i guess. ” 

she comments on the fact that it gets the job done, sorta. eyes linger around the room, before she takes a reluctant breathe in as not to make herself seem too suspicious. she wonders if he's a little nose blind from staying here too long.

 “ of course not, but most people don't even believe those things exist so what's the big deal? ” she asks while she leans forward, an elbow to a knee, and a chin to the palm of her hand so that she can rest leaning forward.

actually all people, aside from like a collection she could count on her fingers and two toes, didn't even know those items, those bones, those dead aeons exist. nor would they believe it if anything came to pass.

 “ so anyway, do you believe me ? ” 

[acesleuth]

          "  Of  course  I  believe  you.  "  he's  quick  to  say.  Ashveil  was  much,  much  older  than  he  appeared  to  be.  10  Amber  eras...  already  gone  by.  He's  seen  and  done  more  than  anyone  would  believe.  "  I  guess  I'm  just  surprised  is  all-  that  you  came  all  the  way  here,  to  me.  As  far  as  anyone's  concerned,  I  specialize  in  missing  person  cases,  and  criminal  profiling.  Not  finding  Aeons-  dead  or  alive.  "

The  cost  however  ...  money  wouldn't  even  begin  to  cover  it.  The  risk  involved  in  anything  related  to  aeons  was  high.  Then  there's  the  added  risk  of  putting  himself  back  out  in  the  public  eye.  These  games  have  already  made  a  mess  of  things;  the  title  La  Mancha  has  been  plastered  everywhere.  "  You'll  give  me  more  info  right?  I  mean,  providing  you  direction  wont  cost  much.  But  I've  got  my  reasons  for  keeping  my  work  fairly  low  key.  "

[acesleuth]

ASHVEIL DOES NOT SMELL BAD- HE ISNT STINNNKY

[killdevil]

THE FOOD HE PULLS OUT OF A CONTAINER IS STILL STEAMING HOT. thank the spirit that it is, it took quite a while for him to get to ashveil after making everything. the traffic, walking, the trip alone took more than he wanted it to. but to keep a low profile was something he prized above most things, but those damn furbos. such annoying creatures, atticus will never understand how the guy puts up with their antics. just watching them was headache - inducing. " no, i just brought it over to eat it all in front of ya. " atticus comments, a roll of his eyes all while he's setting more food down. " of course it's for you. ya hardly fuckin' eat, ash. "

when ashveil reminds him of the pathetic state of his culinary possessions. atticus also pulls out a couple of forks, spoons, and knives, disposable sure. but they were something than nothing, though, thankfully a few choices were finger foods. " ya don't have to remind me about yer sorry ass state of silverware. some of the food is easy to eat with. so you'll be fine for the most part, but the rice and then some need a utensil. so go ahead, eat. "

[acesleuth]

          How?  You  might  ask?  By  ignoring  them...  usually.  The  furbos  could  be  noisy  and  nosy  and...  annoying.  But  they're  easy  to  scare.  Ashveil  watches  him,  as  he  pulls  the  food  out  and  expresses  his  frustration  with  him.No  he  doesn't  eat  well;  he  hasn't  eaten  well  for  a  long  time.  Usually  relying  on  what  little  he's  got  left,  after  he's  put  his  money  to  what  matters  most  to  him.  It  isn't  like  he  can  starve  to  death,  right?  Though  he'd  be  a  fool  to  express  that  sentiment  to  Atticus  of  all  people.  Who  had  just  put  forth  the  effort  to  make  him  food,  and  bring  it  here.

He's  surprisingly  quiet,  up  until  the  food  is  handed  to  him.  It  takes  a  moment  for  his  appetite  to  kick  in-  but  once  it  does,  he  takes  large  bites.  Careful  to  chew,  and  not  choke  on  it.  It's  good...  it's  really  good.  The  flavor  is  almost  too  much  for  someone  who's  only  eaten  bananas  and  fast  food  for  nearly  a  decade.  "  Ahh...  "  he  exhales,  taking  a  moment  to  let  what  he's  eaten  settle  some.  "  You  didn't  need  to  do  all  this  for  me  you  know.  Not  that  I  don't  appreciate  it...  "  he's  smiling,  but  his  expression  feels  unreadable.  A  mix  of  too  many  things  at  once.  "  Just  seems  like  a  lot  of  extra  work  for  one  person,  haha  ...  "

[violevina]

it was the sight of iced coffee held out in offering that made the pointed ends of the witch's ear raise in intrigue, as though the prospect of it being for her excited her in a way that shattered her composure for a second. she stood from where she was surrounded by scattered papers and magic circles left unfinished, making her way over to him and meeting ashveil halfway.

❛ thank you. ❜ she wasted no time in taking a sip of the drink. a few of the birds scattered around the lecture hall had flown closer subtly, as though trying to make their eavesdropping not quite as obvious ... and failing to do so. a smile lingers on the witch's lips, the treat pleasing her. ❛ mm? oh, of course. it'd be quite rude of me to turn you away when you've already brought me such a wonderful bribe. ❜ she teased, turning on her heel with a gesture of her hand to follow her.

kira stepped on one of the papers on the ground where runes were scattered on the surface. the symbols glowed, light consuming the entire paper until it burst in a cloud of lilac that propelled the witch high enough to float above some of her more important work [ again, more piles of times ] she lingered in the air, turning to face ashveil as she sipped again from the cup. ❛ shall we pick up where we left off? ❜

[acesleuth]

Something about her excitement over the drink has him smiling. As though seeing it makes him feel good, better somehow. He had for himself a simple hot coffee, one he holds with both hands now. Watching as she moves about her study with a whimsical sort of ease. Magic was not a commonly practiced art in Lumen, but it's not as if it was entirely unheard of. Kira just excelled at it; an expert among experts in this particular field. It's no wonder he's come to her multiple times now for cases... and now for himself. And his unfortunate circumstances.

" Right. " where were they last time? Oh. Yes, Ashveil had confessed to being much older than he seemed. That he suffered from bouts of unrest thanks to the horror he's been pacted with. Not just any; Yogg-Sothoth. An outer god he admittedly knew very little about, beyond what was necessary to call on them. Though he tries to avoid speaking it's name ... too much of a headache.

Ash takes a sip of his coffee, brow furrowing when he burns his tongue. " I can't actually recall the ritual in full; only what was done to make it possible. And these flare ups have been getting worse... more unpredictable. " gaze drawn down to his cup. " I can usually tell when one might happen but. That's getting more difficult too. "