"Everyone on the island is either stupid, annoying, or both, so I came here. Send me asks. Or don't, I don't really care either way."
[disclaimer: Anything Asa says is not a reflection on my, Crow's, beliefs. Asa is an asshole little boy from the 50s and I am not! Felt like putting a little disclaimer bc he gets kinda mean and I don't want anyone thinking it's because that's how I feel 😭]
Hiii, this is Crow, welcome to the Asa Ask blog!
Updated tags:
#asa's asks - the regular asks
#asa updates - updates on lore/ state of the blog, things like that
#asa art - art of Asa's I'll post on here. I'm trying to contain his content to this blog here, lol. I'll also post any fanart of y'all ocs here it features him too.
#asa lore - misc lore posts unrelated to asks
#asa replies - replies to posts and such
#hehehehe asa fanart - asa fanart
also, like Norman, he'll be branching off from the archives. This isn't to say he's not connected to the character archives, just that his base lore isn't related to them. It's kinda like schrodinger's cat. He's in a superposition of being his own thing and connected to the archival characters. I want to have the freedom to play with his characterization and lore without having to run it past someone else/ conflicting with someone's lore. I hope you understand!
Link to Asa's info:
A compilation of information on my lord of the flies oc, Asa Damon.
Side note:
-🦉 is asa
-🐦⬛ is me, Crow/feathery-bastard
Intertwined lore with @heavens-harold, @lunar-lop, @dear-miss-marley, @general-britannica, @the-damon-parliment
(I'm gonna copy and paste this in all my blogs)So I'm sure you might've noticed that I've turned off the asks for my lotf oc blogs. I've sort of left the lotf fandom as a whole and I don't really want my notifications to clog up for projects I'm not really interested in anymore. I'm not sure if I'm going to answer my unfinished asks but I'll try.
Worry not if you want to see more of my ocs! I currently have a new ask blog @/the-fools-deck for a new au where they're 20 something on a new island. Or, if you're more interested in when they're kids, stay tuned for an upcoming island project I'm working on with my friends Fish (@/doctorbonk), Blake (@/shaky-b0n3s) , Nara (@/just-an-artist-that-exists) and Lucas (@/batsonmyboxers) called High Place!
[A boy with amber eyes approaches ampha by the water. He tosses his long hair, a semi permanent frown on his lip. She's the boy before, often sitting with boat or treating someone.]
[He plays with a strand of his hair, his gaze resting on the collar of her shirt]
Hello, you're... Ampha, yes? I've heard about you from Boat. I hear you're good at foraging. Would you like to... erm...
[His voice goes quieter, pink dusting his cheeks]
Would you like to help me look for plants? My med kit is running low on various items.
-🦉( @bubos-apothecary)
Ampha gives the shorter boy a big smile, rocking back and forth on her feet, a motion she did often as a way to even her excitement out and prevent scaring people away with her energy. Her parents got onto her a lot for it, never being able to sit still enough for them or teachers.
"Ah! Asa right? Yes I've heard about you from Boat as well! He's so sweet isn't he? And he has admirable hair. Has anyone told you that your eyes are quite nice to look at? Like sunsets.."
Ampha smiles for a moment before remembering the reason for this conversation.
"Oh- yes! I'd love to help! I have quite a good eye you know."
She points to her eye before bringing it back infront of her, grasping onto her other one. She's been told standing that way makes you look more polite, she liked being thought of as polite.
"Don't be shy! I don't bite don't worry. I think helping people is fun. And nice. And it gives me something to do! Sorry I'm rambling- I'll help!"
[Asa blushes a darker shade of red, his long hair hiding his eyes]
Ah, uh sunsets? I've never heard that before, thank you.
[He glances up to her eye. Good manners would be to compliment her back]
I uh, I think your spots are quite nice. What is it called again? Vitiligo? I knew a few men with that. It um, sorta makes you looks like a young deer, if you don't mind me saying.
[He clears his throat, regaining his usual ego]
Anyhow, we ought to get moving before light goes out. I've got patients to treat and I'd rather not have to use that blo- that stupid fire as my only light source.
[He cleared his throat. Swearing in front of a lady, what sort of a heathen was he?]
hi guys norman ( @ask-norman-alexander-lotf ) and asa ( @bubos-apothecary ) are currently getting married please invite all and every single person you know INCLUDING all lotf town members (dead or alive) OR even other fandoms (dead or alive). thank you so much
Hello asa. Are you a fan of medical study? What's your favorite biology fact you might've learned?
Hello stranger. I do quite enjoy medicine; I really want to be a doctor if I grow up!
My favorite medical fact is that during World War 2, doctors noticed that corpses exposed to gases like mustard gas had shrunken lymph nodes. This lead them to testing if it could help cure cancer and thats how chemotherapy came to be! I think it's interesting how something good came out of something so destructive.
hullo, uhm, do you mind if I rest here? The other hunters are being really noisy and not doing anything helpful.
[his face-paint was smudged and he tottered a little]
I... suppose you may, however you are.
[The owlish boy's eyes narrow as he stares at him]
Y'know you remind me a lot of that odd little boy who insists he's a cat. Well your face paint reminds me anyhow. What are you supposed to be? A cat? Some sort of uhh tiger perhaps?
“ All are equal, but some are more equal than others. “
[ the sound echoes throughout the forest. a sound full of screaming, a sound full of clapping. a hanging belief, one that stabs right through Asa’s heart. some are more equal than others. you are not one ]
— 🌠 anon (aka. “Animal Farm” references upon ye)
cw bullying, revenge fantasies
[Nothing good comes from denying what you are.]
[Asa Damon was not the type of boy others liked, that much was obvious. He was weak, boring, and down right annoying at times. He'd accepted this fact a long time ago.]
[Yet that never stopped the stabbing ache in his heart when he saw others joking with their friends, playing without a care in the world. How he wanted so badly to be like that!]
[He remembers the way his ribs ached and blood dribbled down his nose. He remembers the way concrete felt as it tore up his soft skin. He knows the way antiseptic burns and bandages cling to torn flesh.]
[He'd show them. He'd show them all that he wasn't weak. He'd make them respect him- fear him. He's make them cry and bleed and beg for forgiveness, just as he had.]