#asher-isontime

[healedserpent]

The party’s main focus was relaxing and having fun, but another temporarily-displaced aspect was a flower’s blooming. More specifically, Amourisia’s blooming. The plant was impressive to see as it unfurled its petals and displayed its nectar for all to see. But one whiff and Julian wasn’t sure what hit him--but, under the guise of herbs and alcohol--he found himself attracted to Asher. 

The man without the flower’s doing was attractive enough, but the flower was what spurred him into action. Julian strode over, a slight bounce in his gait and cup at hand, the blue gaze of the doctor honed in on Asher. He waved to the man and took a sip from his drink, contemplating how to go about his...infatuations. 

“Asher, how’re you tonight?” he delivered in a warm hum and widened his smile. He looked over the man’s outfit and leaned against the nearby counter, arms resting against the wood grain while lace shined under warm lights. He cocked his head aside, “You look amazing. Do you plan on wearing your outfit in the future, one way or another?”

@asher-isontime​

[hqgodspeed]

Asher slowly puts the bear totem necklace around his neck, and closes his eyes. He'd heard Agathys' description of the spirit that lay inside of the totem, and cautiously yet eagerly ATTUNES to the necklace.

you place the bear totem necklace around your neck and instantly feel a strange energy at work. it starts from your heart as it beats stronger and louder, the pulse beating in your head like a drum. a rush of adrenaline shoots down your arms, heating your hands and pulling at the tips of your fingers. you concentrate, but it’s difficult, as an indescribable rage fills you to the core. you look down and see red wisps of light, like painless fire, cover your arms like a pair of gauntlets. from the tips of your fingers, you see claws.

you grow fearful of this emotion that quickly consumes you and try repressing them. like waking from sleep paralysis, you’re able to make the claws disappear, but the necklace still feels hot on your collarbones.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌.

[hqgodspeed]

what starts off as too formal of a prayer quickly turns into a casual conversation, words from the heart compared to words he’s read from a book. asher reaches out to his father, opening up that divine line to the god of time, keeper of the cosmos. 

“i need you.”

the words fall from asher’s lips and he can feel it, the shift in time is almost instant. it’s frozen, the clock stuck at midnight for much longer than expected. 

he feels it come on slowly, like ice freezing water, a feeling in his blood. everything begins to tighten, everything begins to go stiff. legs, arms, fingertips. his throat begins to constrict and before he’s out of breath he screams. an agonizing, anguished bellow that falls upon deaf ears. 

his vision goes white as he falls onto his back and, in sporadic bursts, he begins to see something.

a coiled serpent with three heads. human, bull, and lion—almost like a chimera—each with purple tinted eyes, wisps of black smoke fall from each of the mouths like fresh blood. then, each head turns. one by one, eyes locked as if staring into asher’s soul. 

that feeling of every muscle in his body seizing up is enough to almost make asher panic and when he’s about to scream once more, a horrific feeling bursts through his skull, as if someone’s taking an ice pick to his temple. 

it’s the sound of nails on a chalkboard, a discordant voice that tears through the fabric of time, the essence of asher’s self, and echoes throughout his thoughts.it says nothing, only a harrowing wail that slams asher back into the present. 

frantic eyes look to the clock and he realizes an hour has almost passed. the sound of that wail lingers, as if he hears it with every beat of his heart, with every hitched breath in his lungs. 

@asher-isontime

[dcmesticity]

"I feel like I am emotionally, legally, and amicably obligated to wish you a happy birthday. So Happy Birdthday! I think i might be late. Oop."

“thank you?” 

[rheevivedking]

Wait... they're fake?

“asher, gosh, shut, up!!!! plastic surgery is totally natural!”

[phillipbrx]

@asher-isontime​

Phillip was sitting on the floor in the middle of his living room, right next to his coffee table. There were a few ingredients in front of him, including seaweeds in a bowl, different types of roots, and a dark blue kettle, a mug, and much more... He lifted his head up to look at the entrance when his friend walked into his cabin like it was his own: ‘‘Hey, Ash! Glad you’re here, bro. I need to test something, and you look like you will suit the role of my own personal guinea pig perfectly.’‘ A wide smile spread across his face as he looked at the other male, fingers drumming gently against the edge of the table. A low budget survival bro; if you please.