Hey there, I’m Ashlynn, please call me Ash. I’m 31 years old. I work as a CNA at a center for developmentally disable.
I love writing, it’s been something that I love to do since I was young. My muses & blogs mean so much to me as well as all of my rp partners.
I do have a discord so ask for it if you’d like it.
RULES
No God-moding (pretty much a given)
I DO NOT accept any hate towards me or my fellow rpers
I’m always open for plotting and planing out threads so just drop me an ask if you want to rp
This blog will most likely have NSFW pics, gifsets and threads. they will be tagged
if i post something that triggers you please, feel free to ask me tag
i have trouble replying to messages and what not, because I’m easily distracted. I’m not ignoring you I promise
i am multi verse & multi ship please respect that
following ; I follow who I can see myself and muses interacting with. I’m not 100 mutuals only but I can be selective with who I follow. If you follow me and then unfollow and follow again you’ll earn a soft block and if you continue to do it I will hard block. That gives me anxiety please respect my choice not to follow back thank you
i can at times be selective but it doesn’t mean i’m ignoring our threads I just write what I have the most muse for
Please note that this blog will have dark themes, such as violence and horror at times. I try to tag anything I feel is triggering. Again please feel free to ask me to tag anything you feel needs to be tagged
❛ i can’t do this without you . ❜
❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together . ❜
❛ please don’t leave me alone . ❜
❛ i don’t want to know . ❜
❛ just go . get out of here , go . ❜
❛ i can’t even trust myself , anymore . ❜
❛ there’s nothing left for me here . ❜
❛ i still need you . ❜
❛ i only wanted to help . ❜
❛ why are you doing this ? ❜
❛ tell me it’s not true . please . ❜
❛ i have to do this alone . ❜
❛ how did you get this scar ? ❜
❛ you don’t have to tell me . ❜
❛ don’t yell at me . ❜
❛ i never meant to hurt you . ❜
❛ things are getting bad again . ❜
❛ you should go . ❜
❛ you’ve said enough . ❜
❛ how dare you ? ❜
❛ why are you still here ? ❜
❛ you deserve better . ❜
❛ i don’t want to talk about it . ❜
❛ how can i fix this ? ❜
❛ why do you hate me ? ❜
❛ i just want to feel something . ❜
❛ don’t lie to me . ❜
❛ did you ever care about me ? ❜
❛ i don’t regret any of it . not a single thing . ❜
❛ how could you say that ? ❜
❛ i never asked for this . ❜
❛ this isn’t you . ❜
❛ i need to go . i can’t be here . ❜
❛ what’s that supposed to mean ? ❜
❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this . ❜
❛ thank you for being gentle with me . ❜
❛ how can i possibly trust you ? after all you’ve done ? ❜
❛ don’t run away from this . ❜
❛ you don’t understand . ❜
❛ please , i can’t do this right now . ❜
❛ can you forgive me ? ❜
❝Thanks. I like to call it . . . jock meets suppressed anger.❞ Michael joked, having told stories about his high school days. ❝Sure thing. I get it. I don't mind helpin'. I should warn you though, Sleepy Hollow is a bit of a unique town to say the least.❞
Wren nodded. “Sounds my like cousin Richard. Though he was a theater kid not a jock but there was some repressed anger there.” She said softly. “Just don’t go dying on me like he did okay?” She said half teasing.
“I like your family. They’re really nice. Your sisters are cool.” She smiled. “Remind of my friend Meredith and Fillipa.” She mused. “Oh this town is magnificent. The vibes? It’s like dark academia meets Halloween. I love it.”
The last time had seen Conor this close was during the raid on Gaston's prison, he had checked in on him a few times since from a distance like he had done to all his family over the years. He didn't want to serve as a reminder of the worst time of Conor's life; the kid was free now. "Sorry about that.. I try to keep moving nowadays.."
He looked at him. "The entrance exam have a bunch of hockey questions or something?" He chuckled halfheartedly. "You're welcome, you were always a smart kid." Gil said honestly. "A cat? Never seen that before. Seen a mummy now though. Seen the Queen of England now, from hundreds of years ago - friends with my nephews apparently.."
"I don't know anyone else." He admits. I saw you every single day for twelve years. Now I barely see you. It's just...different." He shrugged. "You have brother. You told me about them. You have family left...alive and you don't want to see them? To be with them? I would kill for one more day with my mom." He frowned.
"No, but you made sure I wasn't stupid so I guess that helped in my case." He shrugged. "Yeah, she follows me sometimes. Guess she wants to help my. Like emotional support or whatever?" He said softly. "She was there for my first full moon. Which sucked. I didn't have the drugs that Gaston would give me. She kinda helped though."
Maley gave him a narrowed look. She might've forgiven him, but she sure didn't forget. Another added on her list of PTSD. Just because she'd moved on, doesn't mean that it's erased from her memory. She slowed blinked before letting out a soft sigh. This time, not flinching as he appeared to now be resting on her shoulder.
❝Of course I'm scared. Not of turning into you, Salem. You shouldn't compare yourselves to the scum of Brom Bones. Ever. I mean it. You were never the monster you think you were.❞ She paused not moving her head as she looks down. ❝We are good. But, we quickly forget the curse of our doppelgängers. I don't want us to continue the cliche and end up like . . . her.❞ Mercy.
Salem frowned. “Sometimes I forget I wasn’t always bad.” He admits. “Abomination…” he muttered under his chest. He was hoping that in death those words scarred across his chest wiping disappear but they didn’t. “Gage’s mom made me feel as bad as him.” He admits.
Her. He knew who Maley was talking about. His arms moved to hug her from behind. He breathed in. Taking her scent in. He missed her more than anyone. “She hurt us both you know?” He admitted. “She used me. I thought she cared but she did. She used looking like you to get to me.”
“We’re good. We can be good. You can be good. I just think you need to tap into your potential more. His hands moved to hers. “Do you feel that?” He asked softly. “My essence? You can use it.”
