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My name is Ashley, I'm 25, and I've been writing for a decade. This blog is to serve as a place for me to practice, warm up, and keep writing as I work on my proper manuscripts for future publishing.

My ask box is always open, requests are always open, and I love hearing from you!

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SYLUS: If you agree to stand by my side, my loyalty, my power, and everything else that's mine… It will all be yours.

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — Throne of Eros

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SET 1: SYLUS-1 | XAVIER-1 | ZAYNE-1 | RAFAYEL-1 | CALEB-1

SET 2: SYLUS-2 | XAVIER-2 | ZAYNE-2 | RAFAYEL-2 | CALEB-2

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Unattainable dream

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What kissing Sampo is like

And if you ever wonder what kissing Sampo is like, then you'd probably not be surprised when you find out that its practically electric, because somehow it starts out slow- methodical. Loving, like tender kisses on cheeks that slowly make their way to the corners of your lips until his own are pressed gently against yours, holding there still just long enough to savor the moment, before truly getting to work.

Because that's when the real fun begins, when he moves to fully deepen the kiss. His hand sliding up from where it had been clasped at your upper back, now tangled in the strands of you hair as his other hand comes to rest at the crest of your hip.

He won't go further, and that's perhaps part of the problem. He'll continue to tease you, dangle you over the edge of something even more, while making you so full of want and need with just the way his lips dance against yours alone.

But that tenderness? That loving feelings from the start of when he placed his lips against yours? That doesn't go away, no matter how heady the kiss may become. It stays, lingering behind every move and motion, like a silent truth written permanently against your skin. Like something you know will always remain unchanging. And it only makes the kiss that much more intoxicating, doesn't it?

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Trying to get back into working on my writing etsy... I'll probably offer $5 for 500 word custom little digital letters from f/o's or fave characters on top of some premade ones I have ready, but the true question is from what fandoms for the custom ones?

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I feel like you're one of the very few people who can tell Luke and Kieran apart, and its something that they always try and trip you up on because what do you MEAN boss's random soul mate knows who is who between us? Time to see how difficult we can make it, which means we've created a New Game™️!

[fruit-sy]

By themselves!

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LaDS boys seeing your self harm scars

I wrote two separate fics some time ago involving experiences I have had, one dealing with weight concerns, and another with an abusive ex. Recently, someone commented on the latter fic, stating how much it helped them through a dark time, among other things. It made me want to make another "meaningful" fic that resonates with me, but for now, I'm settling on headcanons.

Please be advised this is heavy on the topic of self harm scars, so proceed with caution <3 and if you're ever struggling, there's always someone out there who cares about you. I know I do.

Caleb

He's known you forever, so their existence is nothing new to him.

Your worry over them, however, will always give him some pause.

He feels quite a bit of guilt, wondering what he could have done differently to help you before you had turned to harming yourself all those times ago.

Deep down, he knows it wasn't anything he could have fixed, and sometimes life is just hard like that- sometimes it feels like nothing can help you aside from a harmful outlet like what you had done to yourself, and not even he was equipped to help you back then.

But he's here now.

He's here, and he's determined to make sure you never feel the way you did ever again.

He'll always reassure you whenever you need it. He'll tell you every tender thing about how you never deserved to ever be in such pain that it caused you to hurt yourself, and how much he'd do for you to make you feel comforted and loved if you ever were to get the urge to do it again.

Because even when your own thoughts are threatening to pull you under, he'll always be there to call you his world. Because he loves you, ever single part of you. The good, the bad, the scarred, and the beautiful.

Even if it's sometimes hard for you to see yourself, he'll be there to remind you.

Always.

Sylus

He never speaks of them, and it rubs you to wrong way at first.

You're anxious- why isn't he bringing them up even when he sees you clad only in your own skin? But that's just it, isn't it? You can't see it through your anxiety, but his reaction is so unbelievably Sylus that no other reaction to seeing your scars would ever make any sense.

If you were to prod him for an answer, he'd simply raise an eyebrow at you

Because what's the main thing you have to be to survive in the N109 zone? What is something he's always valued about you? That he prides himself on?

That would be strength.

And he'll remind you of this- gently, firmly- with his eyebrow still raised. About how much strength is required to fight against yourself and make it out alive on the other side. So what if you're scarred? You're not the only one. And the origins of the scars make no difference to him. Because no matter what, they signify a battle, and a long one at that.

And sweetie, you're still here. You're alive and doing better right in front of him.

That means you won. And he is so proud that you did, that you're continuing to win.

Because that's truly how strong you are.

Xavier

He's definitely seen them before, so his reaction seems quite… anticlimactic, to you.

If it's in person, it probably even comes up one day when you're both snuggled up on the couch together, your pajamas nudged away from covering them when you're too relaxed to care.

When you ask him about it- about what he's thinking- all he can really do is stare at you, before finally breaking the silence with a careful shrug.

He'll ask you, why should he think anything of them aside from feeling a bit sad that you were ever so lost that it felt like your only option, and pride at just how far you have come.

The fact that they're scars, the fact that they're not new wounds but old- how could he feel anything else but happiness? Happiness that you've made it this far, and happiness that he's able to be here for you now.

Because he knows he'd move heaven and earth to help you as long as he knows you, even if that means helping you learn to love yourself, and everything that comes with that.

Zayne

Similar to Sylus, he doesn't see any need to bring them up, so if you find his lack of reaction strange or bothering you, you'll have to bring up the subject with him.

When you ask him his thoughts, he simply stares at you. Not in confusion or anything, but just a calm moment before a faint smile flickers across his lips.

There's a sadness to it.

It's his turn to question you- answering your question with his own about what you think of his own scars?

He won't let you try and claim they are any different as a means to put yourself below him in any capacity, and while he would never argue with you in such a vulnerable moment, he's gently firm about this.

After all, aren't they just a sign of strength? Whether you conceal them or lay them out for people to see in casual wear, there's a power to even just existing when you've been through something as terrifying as what you have, when you're fighting against your own self to survive and thrive in a world that only makes it more difficult.

They don't make you anything less to him. On the contrary, he's so proud of you for continuing to exist, because you're the highlight in his everyday.

You're the love of his life, and nothing you could do would ever change that.

Rafayel

He's absolutely noticed long before you ever think he did.

He's exceedingly perceptive, and whether you've been careful enough to hide them or not, hes definitely seen them before. He's just never deemed it necessary enough to point out because… why would it be?

It's not that he doesn't recognize it's a part of your history, and what makes you who you are.

No, more like… he knows you are so much more than them. Your past, your mistakes, your darkness- whatever you choose to call that chapter of your life. You are so much more than just one chapter in the book of you, that it doesn't strike him as something to focus on, and he'll even tell you as much.

Because he loves you, cutie. You're the moon across his tides, and he'll turn every page of your life until he knows you, but he has a pretty good idea of how this book is turning out.

Because it's about one of the strongest people he has ever had the pleasure of knowing. Someone who has overcome so much hardship and come out the other side as the one he adores the most.

The one who lights his life.

And nothing could ever change that.

[amazinglyashy]

LaDS boys seeing your self harm scars

I wrote two separate fics some time ago involving experiences I have had, one dealing with weight concerns, and another with an abusive ex. Recently, someone commented on the latter fic, stating how much it helped them through a dark time, among other things. It made me want to make another "meaningful" fic that resonates with me, but for now, I'm settling on headcanons.

Please be advised this is heavy on the topic of self harm scars, so proceed with caution <3 and if you're ever struggling, there's always someone out there who cares about you. I know I do.

Caleb

He's known you forever, so their existence is nothing new to him.

Your worry over them, however, will always give him some pause.

He feels quite a bit of guilt, wondering what he could have done differently to help you before you had turned to harming yourself all those times ago.

Deep down, he knows it wasn't anything he could have fixed, and sometimes life is just hard like that- sometimes it feels like nothing can help you aside from a harmful outlet like what you had done to yourself, and not even he was equipped to help you back then.

But he's here now.

He's here, and he's determined to make sure you never feel the way you did ever again.

He'll always reassure you whenever you need it. He'll tell you every tender thing about how you never deserved to ever be in such pain that it caused you to hurt yourself, and how much he'd do for you to make you feel comforted and loved if you ever were to get the urge to do it again.

Because even when your own thoughts are threatening to pull you under, he'll always be there to call you his world. Because he loves you, ever single part of you. The good, the bad, the scarred, and the beautiful.

Even if it's sometimes hard for you to see yourself, he'll be there to remind you.

Always.

Sylus

He never speaks of them, and it rubs you to wrong way at first.

You're anxious- why isn't he bringing them up even when he sees you clad only in your own skin? But that's just it, isn't it? You can't see it through your anxiety, but his reaction is so unbelievably Sylus that no other reaction to seeing your scars would ever make any sense.

If you were to prod him for an answer, he'd simply raise an eyebrow at you

Because what's the main thing you have to be to survive in the N109 zone? What is something he's always valued about you? That he prides himself on?

That would be strength.

And he'll remind you of this- gently, firmly- with his eyebrow still raised. About how much strength is required to fight against yourself and make it out alive on the other side. So what if you're scarred? You're not the only one. And the origins of the scars make no difference to him. Because no matter what, they signify a battle, and a long one at that.

And sweetie, you're still here. You're alive and doing better right in front of him.

That means you won. And he is so proud that you did, that you're continuing to win.

Because that's truly how strong you are.

Xavier

He's definitely seen them before, so his reaction seems quite… anticlimactic, to you.

If it's in person, it probably even comes up one day when you're both snuggled up on the couch together, your pajamas nudged away from covering them when you're too relaxed to care.

When you ask him about it- about what he's thinking- all he can really do is stare at you, before finally breaking the silence with a careful shrug.

He'll ask you, why should he think anything of them aside from feeling a bit sad that you were ever so lost that it felt like your only option, and pride at just how far you have come.

The fact that they're scars, the fact that they're not new wounds but old- how could he feel anything else but happiness? Happiness that you've made it this far, and happiness that he's able to be here for you now.

Because he knows he'd move heaven and earth to help you as long as he knows you, even if that means helping you learn to love yourself, and everything that comes with that.

Zayne

Similar to Sylus, he doesn't see any need to bring them up, so if you find his lack of reaction strange or bothering you, you'll have to bring up the subject with him.

When you ask him his thoughts, he simply stares at you. Not in confusion or anything, but just a calm moment before a faint smile flickers across his lips.

There's a sadness to it.

It's his turn to question you- answering your question with his own about what you think of his own scars?

He won't let you try and claim they are any different as a means to put yourself below him in any capacity, and while he would never argue with you in such a vulnerable moment, he's gently firm about this.

After all, aren't they just a sign of strength? Whether you conceal them or lay them out for people to see in casual wear, there's a power to even just existing when you've been through something as terrifying as what you have, when you're fighting against your own self to survive and thrive in a world that only makes it more difficult.

They don't make you anything less to him. On the contrary, he's so proud of you for continuing to exist, because you're the highlight in his everyday.

You're the love of his life, and nothing you could do would ever change that.

Rafayel

He's absolutely noticed long before you ever think he did.

He's exceedingly perceptive, and whether you've been careful enough to hide them or not, hes definitely seen them before. He's just never deemed it necessary enough to point out because… why would it be?

It's not that he doesn't recognize it's a part of your history, and what makes you who you are.

No, more like… he knows you are so much more than them. Your past, your mistakes, your darkness- whatever you choose to call that chapter of your life. You are so much more than just one chapter in the book of you, that it doesn't strike him as something to focus on, and he'll even tell you as much.

Because he loves you, cutie. You're the moon across his tides, and he'll turn every page of your life until he knows you, but he has a pretty good idea of how this book is turning out.

Because it's about one of the strongest people he has ever had the pleasure of knowing. Someone who has overcome so much hardship and come out the other side as the one he adores the most.

The one who lights his life.

And nothing could ever change that.

[amazinglyashy]

Round1 is having a Gintama collab so prepare for some arcade date headcanons very soon, because bf is taking me on an arcade date as I type this 🥰

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Love bites - Vampire Sylus headcanons

This event is what brought me back into LaDS and I didn't even need to be convinced, I saw Sylus and I came RUNNING as fast as I possibly could. I've sold my soul to this event, so here's some headcanons I have. These are NOT involving any of the lore/this is more of a generalized "Sylus is a vampire and reader is human, huzzah!" vibe.

He has an obsession with biting you at this point.

Not even for blood or to feed, no. He has just become practically addicted to the way you squirm when he hovers his mouth dangerously close to the side of your neck, his teeth grazing against the flesh as you can feel his warm breath.

He can hear the way you breath hitches in anticipation of the tearing of his teeth, but it never comes. He never feeds without asking, but you bet he's nipping down at your neck just enough to make you shudder. Just enough to make you wish he was going just a bit further.

And he does, sometimes…

Sylus has amassed a ridiculously large collection of trinkets and treasures over his many, many years among the living dead, and he never saw a point to it before except to say that he had something.

Now, he presents you with something new frequently.

Sometimes it's beautifully suited to your tastes, as if he had it created for your very existence, years before the two of you ever even met.

Other times it's the complete opposite of anything you'd ever choose, but the smirk playing at his lips and the way his smile creases just enough to show a glint of fang tells you that was the point. To pull your leg and keep you on your toes.

Because of course he knows what you like, how else would he present something so starkly opposing your tastes if not?

He'll always give you something better right after his little prank, however. After having you shove at his shoulder with a pout, a small rumble of laughter reverberating through his chest.

No matter how refined he seems, he's always been one for a little bit of mischief.

[amazinglyashy]

hello i am back from the dead

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Love bites - Vampire Sylus headcanons

This event is what brought me back into LaDS and I didn't even need to be convinced, I saw Sylus and I came RUNNING as fast as I possibly could. I've sold my soul to this event, so here's some headcanons I have. These are NOT involving any of the lore/this is more of a generalized "Sylus is a vampire and reader is human, huzzah!" vibe.

He has an obsession with biting you at this point.

Not even for blood or to feed, no. He has just become practically addicted to the way you squirm when he hovers his mouth dangerously close to the side of your neck, his teeth grazing against the flesh as you can feel his warm breath.

He can hear the way you breath hitches in anticipation of the tearing of his teeth, but it never comes. He never feeds without asking, but you bet he's nipping down at your neck just enough to make you shudder. Just enough to make you wish he was going just a bit further.

And he does, sometimes…

Sylus has amassed a ridiculously large collection of trinkets and treasures over his many, many years among the living dead, and he never saw a point to it before except to say that he had something.

Now, he presents you with something new frequently.

Sometimes it's beautifully suited to your tastes, as if he had it created for your very existence, years before the two of you ever even met.

Other times it's the complete opposite of anything you'd ever choose, but the smirk playing at his lips and the way his smile creases just enough to show a glint of fang tells you that was the point. To pull your leg and keep you on your toes.

Because of course he knows what you like, how else would he present something so starkly opposing your tastes if not?

He'll always give you something better right after his little prank, however. After having you shove at his shoulder with a pout, a small rumble of laughter reverberating through his chest.

No matter how refined he seems, he's always been one for a little bit of mischief.

[amazinglyashy]

Gonna update my masterlist today, whew. Wish me luck!

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Getting down and dirty with: Sylus

What would the boys be like in bed? Well...-

NS//FW AHOY! Be warned, this one's spicy!

Worship/Oral/Rough sex/Marking

The way he touches your body is borderline unholy, yet makes you feel like a goddess under his fingertips.

Hands grazing across your delicate flesh, fingers tracing the edges of the places you're most sensitive, like he knows just what will make you panting beneath his touch before he even enters you- like you're one of the books adorning the shelves in his private library, with every page of you worn and frayed from how much he frequents the words of you.

He loves lingering longer on his favorite pages.

On his favorite spots.

And don't worry, just because his hands are busy, doesn't mean his mouth is any freer.

If you think you're having difficulty keeping up with Sylus's hands and they way they're worshipping every painstaking inch of your body, you're in for an even bigger surprise trying to keep up with the way he's kissing you.

His mouth is intertwined with yours, his tongue dancing deeply within your mouth, distracting you from every movement his leg makes as it inches it's way in-between your own legs.

And when that kiss finally breaks apart- when he finally pulls his lips from your own, they're nowhere near finished. They're making their way down from your mouth, to your cheeks, until he's near-suckling down the side of your neck. Leaving marks across your collarbone that you can barely feel in the euphoria, letting no one in particular know that you are his, his, his.

Oh, by the time he finally breaches inside of you, you're ready to cum already from just the internal pressure. Your body is too sensitive, no matter how much stamina you normally have, he's eaten it all for dinner, and now he's looking for his sweetest dessert.

And the shockwaves you get coursing through you from how hard he pounds into you, relentlessly, are nothing compared to what you feel when he smirks down at you.

Not to mention just how big he is.

When you first saw him, you would have sworn you'd have trouble fitting him- but the prep he had given you had been delicious, and you had been loose and slick enough that the pleasure quickly took over anything painful.

"That's it, sweetie. You know I know your body like nothing else. Show me just what I do to you."

You'd have trouble counting all of the stars you see on a given night spent at Sylus's, and you don't even need to go outside to do so.

Hell, you're not even sure you'll be able to get up and walk to the window. Not after everything he's done to you.

[leisomnium]

its been a hot minute since ive drawn him

[amazinglyashy]

Getting down and dirty with: Sylus

What would the boys be like in bed? Well...-

NS//FW AHOY! Be warned, this one's spicy!

Worship/Oral/Rough sex/Marking

The way he touches your body is borderline unholy, yet makes you feel like a goddess under his fingertips.

Hands grazing across your delicate flesh, fingers tracing the edges of the places you're most sensitive, like he knows just what will make you panting beneath his touch before he even enters you- like you're one of the books adorning the shelves in his private library, with every page of you worn and frayed from how much he frequents the words of you.

He loves lingering longer on his favorite pages.

On his favorite spots.

And don't worry, just because his hands are busy, doesn't mean his mouth is any freer.

If you think you're having difficulty keeping up with Sylus's hands and they way they're worshipping every painstaking inch of your body, you're in for an even bigger surprise trying to keep up with the way he's kissing you.

His mouth is intertwined with yours, his tongue dancing deeply within your mouth, distracting you from every movement his leg makes as it inches it's way in-between your own legs.

And when that kiss finally breaks apart- when he finally pulls his lips from your own, they're nowhere near finished. They're making their way down from your mouth, to your cheeks, until he's near-suckling down the side of your neck. Leaving marks across your collarbone that you can barely feel in the euphoria, letting no one in particular know that you are his, his, his.

Oh, by the time he finally breaches inside of you, you're ready to cum already from just the internal pressure. Your body is too sensitive, no matter how much stamina you normally have, he's eaten it all for dinner, and now he's looking for his sweetest dessert.

And the shockwaves you get coursing through you from how hard he pounds into you, relentlessly, are nothing compared to what you feel when he smirks down at you.

Not to mention just how big he is.

When you first saw him, you would have sworn you'd have trouble fitting him- but the prep he had given you had been delicious, and you had been loose and slick enough that the pleasure quickly took over anything painful.

"That's it, sweetie. You know I know your body like nothing else. Show me just what I do to you."

You'd have trouble counting all of the stars you see on a given night spent at Sylus's, and you don't even need to go outside to do so.

Hell, you're not even sure you'll be able to get up and walk to the window. Not after everything he's done to you.