gloves dropped

ashley forsythe. 26. canadian. rogue. minor league hockey player, major piece of shit

[asterkuhns-blog]

her tread came to a slow when she caught wind of the whistle that was followed by ashley calling out for habs; an old habit lingered as her hand came up to cover the smile blooming on her features. in wexford-maryvale, she would have been teased for grinning like a newlywed when she so much as heard her husband speak. though in fairness, aster had reason to be in awe whenever she was called detective forsythe ( she insisted on reclaiming her rank as the best detective in the city ) or came home to him: she had never expected to be married, especially happily in the suburbs with a pet dog. life had slowed her down and taken away what she worked for, but gave her what the wexford women would call a blessed life. “my bad–” she offered ashley a sheepish grin while she drew close, “he decided to fence-jump and find himself a girlfriend instead of the tennis ball.”

[ashagainstzombies]

Ashley was not surprised to see his wife shortly after finding his dog running off. It was entirely like the dog to just run off whenever he felt like it, Aster rarely shortly behind. Ashley would tease her, make a comment about her short legs that always made her roll her eyes with a smile. “Oh really?” Ashley laughed, crouching on the ground as the dog bounded into his arms, licking his face. “Just like his daddy, eh?” He teased with a salacious raise of his brows, a lopsided smirk to match. Getting up, Ashley walked right up to his wife, barely giving her time to react before he was placing a kiss on her lips. Pulling back, he grinned. “And how was your day, Mrs. Forsythe?”

[asterkuhns-blog]

white picket fences, it seemed, struggled to keep things in or out. it sure looked pretty outside the forsythe household though, perched spotless between the sidewalk and the lawn that weathered the paws of a pet dog. speaking of the beloved pet, there he was – abandoning the tennis ball to run down the length of the street when another dog caught his sight. aster sighed out before leaping over the fence herself, “habs!” she called after him as she skimmed past a puddle, “c’mon, habs!”

[ashagainstzombies]

Ashley couldn’t lie, the New Order had been good to him. He had a real life, actual fucking wife and a dog, complete with a nice house and a cushy job. Life was, well, it was fucking good. Despite that he didn’t get to play hockey every day like he used to, it was damn near perfect. He was walking home from work when he heard the unmistakable voice of his wife yelling out for their dog. Instantly he found their dog sniffing around another. Bringing his fingers to his lips, Ashley whistled and caught the attention of their shared canine. “Hey, c’mere, Habs! Get over here!”

[namtan]

[gwendolynmaclaine-archive-blog]

“Too bad for you.” Gwen said in a serious tone as she prepared to stitch the wound. As she finished her joke, she made eye contact for a second and smiled. “All the physical therapists I worked with at the hospital were much prettier than me.”

“When.” It was as much a joke as it was a warning of what was to come. He might be tough, but it wasn’t going to be pleasant. Once they had made it past the initial shock, Gwen engaged him on the hockey comment to distract him from the pain. “You played hockey, huh? You must’ve been pretty good if you still have that many teeth.”

[ashagainstzombies]

“You must come from one of those places where everyone is beautiful, then. Not to knock on Iowa but all my PTs were old, ugly dudes.” Ashley joked back, though there was a lot of truth to his words. “Back home in Canada, too. In fact I think every PT I’ve ever seen had looked like that bald dude from Pawn Stars.” Ashley mused, laughing through short breaths. 

He nodded, teeth gritting slightly as he felt the woman begin to work on his wound. “Ah.” He groaned, inhaling harshly through his nose. The pain was manageable, he had been in pain constantly for twenty years before the apocalypse, but without the constant workouts and getting slammed into boards nearly every day, he almost forget what it felt like. Ashley laughed again at her comment, a shallow nod accompanying a short laugh. “About five of them are veneers, two or three are just cracked in half. I’ve been — ahh — playing since I was six. Been in the Minors since I was nineteen—ow.” Never made it to the NHL, to his own dismay.

[asterkuhns-blog]

the corner of her lip was tucked tight underneath her teeth, an attempt to hold down a grin at his response. “well, babe, i don’t think we’re in fuckin’ leafs territory these days,” she laughed under her breath as her fingers brushed across the spine of a book. “you’ll laugh at me if i tell you,” her hand moved away from the books, “but a book on… flower language.”

[ashagainstzombies]

“This is all Leafs territory.” Ashley replied, hands gesturing vaguely towards the space around them. He personally preferred to call them, the zombies, Leafs, that started as a joke with Andy. He kept using it, though other terms for the undead had come into his parlance, to keep his former teammates’ memory alive. His brows creased together, nose scrunching slightly. “Now, please, tell me... what the fuck is flower language?”

[asterkuhns-blog]

💔: Our muses break up

💔 : Our muses break up // @ashagainstzombies​

it made her indelicate: the thought of being in love. she was afraid to love. aster was a woman that liked those things that were concrete, things that she could point to and know what they were; like the ocean, the ground, and her body. that was perhaps why she had struggled with god, and why she had struggled with love. it was intangible; she couldn’t touch it, she couldn’t hold onto it and make sure that it never changed or faded over the course of time.

indelicate was how aster had been behaving. her heart felt too big for her body when ashley pressed her close and upwards to leave sloppy pecks at her forehead – his quips about her height left pink flourishing along her cheeks rather than loud protests. though, her efforts to suppress those toothy grins and giggles into the sleeves of his shirts were in vain; their brightness could be seen, like it was some cutesy scene from a romantic comedy. for him, aster didn’t mind being sally, allie, rose, or whoever-the-hell – and she didn’t know what to do about that.

“ashley… say it,” her lips were perked into a strained smile in her attempt to coerce him into saying the words she was desperate to hear: i’ll see you tomorrow. there was a gloom draped over them when she had hugged his arm; their foray into cheyenne had been quieter. her intuition let her know that something was amiss; perhaps it was her fear of being abandoned, but she was assured that there was no tomorrow. no next week. no next month. “please – please, ashley, just… say it back, i’m begging you–”

 when aster saw his figure grow smaller in its distance, she felt delicate.

[suspendedingaffas]

when the world ends, what will you leave behind online?

[atwoods]

[gwendolynmaclaine-archive-blog]

“Yes, I do.” Gwen placed her hand on his shoulder and gently applied pressure until he sat down. Dark brown eyes were focused intently on the cut. Under normal circumstances she avoided talking–touching, but when someone was wounded she was able to be a different person. A better person. 

“I’m not a doctor.” She mumbled quietly. It wasn’t horrible–certainly not deep enough that he was in danger of bleeding to death. However, it would require stitches. One of the things she kept on her was a kit for stitching wounds. Most of the other things she needed for nursing, she kept hidden under the floorboards in the house Callum had helped her find. The only things she kept on her were the things that were necessary for the type of things she would encounter “in the field”–primarily wounds. “I’m going to stitch it up. I have lidocaine, but if you think you can handle it without being numbed let me know. It’s not exactly a renewable resource anymore.”

[ashagainstzombies]

Ashley allowed the woman to sit him down, watching her intently as she accessed the wound. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the stranger (though who could blame him anymore?), he just hated doctor visits, he dreaded it so much growing up  that his mom used to have to bribe him with promises of McDonalds for Ashley to even get in the car. This was reminding exactly of those times and unless this woman had something hidden in her bag, Ashley doubted he was going to get any Mickey D’s out of this. He winced lightly again, nodding. “Well you’re certainly prettier than any physical therapist I’ve ever had.” Ashley joked, more of just to be a dick than to actually hit on her. Not that he was lying either. He didn’t know what lidocaine was, though he guessed since it sounded similar to novocaine that it was to numb stuff, but his ego wouldn’t allow him to admit weakness. “I’ve taken pucks to the face, I think I can handle it.” Ashley sighed, his efforts to be sarcastic halfhearted, sounding sad instead of narcissistic. “Just tell me when.”

[havexsomefaith-blog]

Faith tilts her head to the side, as she hears a voice and the blonde says back with confusion clear in her voice, as she moves to rest her hands in her jacket pocket. ❝ Suppose that depends on who’s asking, just kidding but I can honestly say that I’m someone without a hunger for flesh but I have no idea what a ‘Leafs fan’ is. It sounds like a band or something. ❞

[ashagainstzombies]

“Well I suppose since you’re talking to me that means you’re not a zombie, though that doesn’t rule out a hunger for flesh.” Ashley countered, speaking loudly so his voice would carry up the stairs. At the stranger’s question, his brows furrowed and he made an offended expression. “Seriously? You don’t know the Toronto Maple Leafs? Maybe I should be glad, since I hate them, but you’re not a fan of hockey I take it?” Ashley walked up a few steps in attempt to get closer to the stranger. He wanted to at least see who he was talking to. “You know, puck, stick, skates, net? He shoots, he scores? It’s what I do... or used to do at least.”

[asterkuhns-blog]

the voice is familiar – somewhat of an odd sensation, familiarity was difficult to achieve in a society that was vicious. aster kept poking through the old bookshelf in hopes of finding a replacement for some text on flower language, “you and your leafs – god, man, you need to let it go.”

[ashagainstzombies]

Ashley smiled when he heard a voice speaking back to him, the familiar small blonde coming into his vision as he walked up the stairs. “Hey, I grew up in fuckin’ Leafs territory, I literally cannot let it go. They’re not my Leafs either, gross.” He shrugged, walking closer to her. “What are you lookin’ for?”

[ashagainstzombies]

“Helloooo, anyone up there?” Ashley called while walking up the stairs after hearing a noise above on the top floor. “Preferably someone without a hunger for flesh or is at the very least not a Leafs fan?” He was joking. Sort of.

[gwendolynmaclaine-archive-blog]

“I could look at it for you.” Gwen cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes to focus on the injury. “If you want, I mean. I used to be a nurse. I guess I still am.”

[ashagainstzombies]

“Shit, I mean... if you think it is really that bad.” Ashley shrugged, holding out the cut on his arm closer to the woman so she could examine it better. “You think it’s infected, doc?” Ash asked, wincing in pain.

[lady-imperial]

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[natalie-banks]

“Okay, it feels really weird having my thumbs at the side though.” The redhead complained before throwing a pathetic attempt of a punch at the bag which barely even swung. “Wow, that bag is harder than it looks.”

[ashagainstzombies]

“I know but you’ll get use to it, I promise. Better to feel a bit uncomfortable than to have them broken, right?” Ashley watched as she attempted to hit the bag, trying to keep brief amusement from showing on his features. Laughing at people discouraged them from trying again. He stepped behind the bag, grabbing on to it to hold it in place. “Try again.”

[ashagainstzombies]

ashley forsythe’s character tropes

canadian equals hockey fan | tall, dark, and handsome | the casanova | lovable jock | rated m for manly | mr. fanservice | obfuscating stupid | blood knight

[dxncingwiththezombies]

Baby steps, she’d told herself. The key to moving forward was by walking, even if her steps were minuscule. Even if it looked to be pointless, slow progress. But if she stayed still she’d never get better, and if she looked back, she’d forever be lost. Looking back was far more comfortable, safer, but walking forward meant she had a chance. And she was certain now, certain she wanted to live – otherwise she would already be dead. Baby steps and back to the basics. To the beginning. Piper’s core was made of pink and frilly and sparkles. Of ballet. And that was exactly what she was doing – going back to the basics, however ridiculous it seemed. As soon as the man barged in, she lost her balance and tumbled to the ground, heart caught in her throat. “I…” she looked at the dusty slippers on her feet – something she’d found not too long ago – and then looked back up at the man, feeling embarrassed. “Practicing,” she finally managed to choke out.

[ashagainstzombies]

Ashley was actually not a stranger to ballet. A few teammates tried to convince him that it was good exercise, it stretched the body and made you more limber, and while Ashley wouldn’t deny that, he wouldn’t do it. Too feminine for his taste. The only time he even came close to actually trying it, he immediately declined once he saw what his friends wanted him to wear. Tights? Absolutely not. His teammates soon admitted that they were only joking, trying to make Ashley into a fool if he had actually gone through with it. (Though Ashley still maintains Andy actually did do ballet as legitimate exercise, not just as trick or for a laugh.) His mother was also a huge fan of dragging Ashley and his father to see The Nutcracker every Christmas eve in his adolescence. So, no, ballet was not a foreign concept to Ashley. It was, however, strange to see someone bothering with it now, in the times they lived in. The woman must have been doing it, or else she needed a lesson in sensible apocalypse footwear. Speaking of that apocalypse, the door wouldn’t hold down a small horde for long, so Ashley leaned forward, holding out his hand to help her up. “Practicing for what?”