#asiphon

[sanguionus]

     “... ridiculous, I don’t look like this.”

[dhampirslays]

@asiphon​ sent                   😏 for the serotonin 

                     send  😏 for my muse to walk in to your muse whilst they masturbate

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPerhaps this entire ordeal could have been avoid had she just knocked on the door before barging in like a ginger tornado; worse case scenario, Josie would have just yelled behind the door that she was busy, or had she received no answer at all, she would have just went looking for her elsewhere. However, none of that happened ― and so, when the slayer pushed the door open with the grim-moire she had stolen from the nasty demon she had slayed earlier on that night, all too eager to show the brunette witch, Jo still in place as the image before her slowly set in; Josie, naked on the bed, with her one hand gently caressing her fair skin whilst the other traveled down to places that the slayer willed herself to look away before she got the chance to see. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It wasn’t that Jo didn’t find her attractive; the exact opposite, actually, the slayer thought that the siphon was. . . amazing, to say the very least. And seeing that very person, doing something that might as well be taken straight out of her ( alleged ) fantasies had her MALFUNCTIONING.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAzure hues grew double their size whilst her gaping mouth opened and closed in an attempt to find the words to explain herself, but none would dare come out. Willing the book to the side of her head, as if to grand the witch some privacy, the redhead finally turned her back on her and cleared her throat, just as her cheeks started to tint a bright red colour which was soon to spread to her ears. Jesus, how could she talk her way out of this one ? ❛ I ―  ❜ She started, clearing her throat as if she could swallow down the nervousness as well as the hoarse in her voice. ❛ Brought ― brought you a magic spell book. ❜ A wave of the book at that.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Fuck.

[fightforbetter]

❝ Josie, Josie, Josie, look at me! ❞  

Palms clasped on her jaw, Hayley forces the girl to look at her, tries to catch her gaze. Her heart is thumping  —  pattering, thundering, boom boom in her chest and in her ears and in her throat. She hadn’t seen it, hadn’t even heard the gunshot. But there’s blood, so much blood, too much blood. Oh God, what if —

It’s only with incredible restraint that she resists shaking Josie’s shoulders to get a reaction. That’d make her worse, she has to remind herself. Has to take a deep breath. This is far from the first murder she’s had to face, let alone merely attempted, but it’s  —

Hope’s face flashes before her eyes. 

No, she’d never be able to explain this to her daughter. She’d never want to witness Hope try to survive this loss. She’d never want to do it herself either. Josie’s too important to them. 

starter for @asiphon​

[founderscouncil]

@asiphon​​ asked for [ LINGER ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

          She holds her breath, trembling in a way that has become all too familiar to Penelope over the last several months. Josie’s lips are warm and alive against her skin, and it’s as though something in Penelope breaks as she reaches out to grasp Josie’s wrist before she can pull away completely. “Jojo,” she breathes out, and if there are tears sparkling along her eyelashes, she truly doesn’t have it in herself to give a fuck. “Am I dead?” She has to be because what other explanation is there for her dead (ex?) girlfriend standing in front of her looking very much alive?

[cursedbcrn]

@asiphon​ / for the birthday girl

Eleven.

She remembers how that day felt, standing at the window and watching as a giant bouncy castle was inflated and caterers wheeled in an enormous cake decorated with Josie and Lizzie’s names. She had been trying so hard to be good, had been practicing her meditation, had been dutifully attending her therapy sessions with Miss Tig. She also remembers Caroline and Alaric arguing in hushed tones behind her, one insisting that she be allowed to attend the party that literally everyone else in the school had been invited to, and the other not wanting to ruin his daughters’ birthday party. 

There had only been a feeling of dread as Caroline took her hand, despite Alaric’s grumbling behind them, and Hope still remembers the hush that fell over the crowd as the three of them appeared at the edge of the party. Lizzie’s face quickly morphed into an ugly scowl, and Josie? Josie looked like Hope had simultaneously fulfilled and shattered her dreams in a single instant, and that, more than anything else, made her gut twist. 

The rest was a blur of screams and magic, shouts of disgust and the scent of burnt rubber, and Hope was being led away by Alaric, hand clamped tightly around her upper arm as he pulled the tribrid into his office to lecture her. Even if Caroline had stepped in after a solid ten minutes, and Alaric had apologized by getting her ice cream and letting her roam around a local art exhibit, it was not enough to wipe away the feeling in her chest when she thought about Josie’s face when she saw Hope. 

Sixteen. 

She didn’t plan on going to this party, even if the twins had learned their lesson about purposely not inviting Hope. It was understood between them that she wasn’t welcome there, and over the years, she grew to see it as the blessing it was. She didn’t have to spend an entire night kowtowing and pretending she liked Lizzie Saltzman. No amount of bad party music and finger foods would make up for that. 

But Hope stared down at the talisman she had requested from her Aunt Rebekah, the metal heavy in her palm. Her heart was beating like a drum, and Hope let out a slow breath as she slipped the talisman into the envelope, along with the note she’d written for Josie. It was short and sweet and Hope had to resist the urge to rip it up and burn all evidence of it. 

She didn’t, obviously, but there was still a sick feeling in her chest as she opened the door to her room and peered outside. Making herself invisible was easy, and with the coast clear, it was almost anticlimactic the way she left the note behind Josie’s pillow without a single thing going wrong. Hope wasn’t used to that. 

Later, when she sees the talisman hanging around Josie’s neck, Hope doesn’t give a damn that her dress is covered in zombie remains. The relief that rockets through her is staggering, and for the first time in years, she doesn’t totally hate March 15. 

Seventeen.

She wants to rip that damn microphone from the air and strangle the Necromancer with its cable, but all Hope can do is focus on Josie. The crowd around them fades as she pleads with the siphon to come back to them. It is instinctual, how willingly she gets on her knees and begs, all for Josie. 

Hope can’t disguise the way her heart leaps in her chest when she sees her emerge, just for a second. The way she says Hope’s name that has the tribrid reaching out for her. 

“Jo, is that you?”

She flickers away again, and Hope crumbles inside when dark lips and obsidian eyes taunt her. Even later, when they are tucked away in the fairytale landscape of Josie’s consciousness, Hope still feels the sting of those words because she knows there is a part of Josie that feels that way, or wishes she could. 

The last thing she remembers thinking before she was turned to stone was that she forgot to get a gift for Josie that year.

Eighteen.

The day only barely registers for Hope, already well into the afternoon by the time she remembers the significance of the date. She spent the morning gorging herself on a sorority house, and she only remembered because there happened to be a set of identical twins on her list of victims. 

Maybe she should give them a call. 

An annoying little flare prickles at the back of her head as a voice sounding suspiciously like her own reminds her that Lizzie is dead, and she won’t be celebrating another birthday. It’s guilt, shouting at her from the depths of her memories and Hope has to take a deep breath to push it back. 

Crimson mixes with gold in her eyes as her nostrils flare. Fuck. Shit. Damn. Fuck all of this. 

Fishing out a piece of paper, she messily scrawls three words on it before it disappears in a flash. Finally, it feels like some of the weight on her chest lifts, and Hope grumbles as she reaches for a drink. 

In Josie’s pocket, however many miles away, a singed piece of paper appears, with Hope’s undeniable handwriting. 

Happy birthday, Josie. 

[dvarapala]

sparkle 🥺

positivity time // @asiphon

that one guy who's making a musical about the odysseus on tiktok voice: unmatched, witty and king of the best graphics that i've seen!

honestly though, i do so adore writing with you. whether it's on josie, on hope. on codie, on your multi or on discord. it doesn't matter which muse you pick up - whether i know of them or not, whether they're a canon or an oc - i know they'll be in good hands.

thank you for being my friend and for allowing me the space to grow and learn. i am hugging you right now immediately, or high fiving you right now immediately. whichever you prefer.

good luck with your courses, i know you'll rock it & ilysm! <3

[tricursed-a]

but in all seriousness, the way you write hope constantly blows me away. your headcanons are always so beautifully thought out and bring a depth to the character beyond what we're allowed to see in either show ( listen i know you're not legacies canon but i said what i said ), the way you write invokes such imagery that i can absolutely picture it all perfectly with deep, visceral emotion

ANONYMOUSLY OR NOT, TELL ME SOMETHING YOU LIKE ABOUT MY MUSE/BLOG

I’m always so truly blown away anytime someone has anything nice to say about my writing or portrayal of Hope, I have this need to ask “are you sure you’re talking to the right Ace”. I’m only as good as I am because I have amazing partners like you and Ace, you know. You both push me to be better and talking with you and swapping headcanons back and forth, it helps me grow as a writer. I can’t sit here and say my success is truly all my own, not with two amazing people like you guys in my life. being with you two really does make me better (and worse sometimes, my sleep schedule has suffered lol). You are so amazing and talented and I just strive to be worthy of being your partner. I don’t know what I would do without you and Ace, truly, I would not be as comfortable and happy as I am right now.

this just turned into complimenting and gushing over @cursedbcrn & @asiphon, oops. 

[cursedbcrn-a]

@asiphon / no humanity hope s.c. 

             It was almost an exact re-enaction of the way Alaric had confronted her the first time, before she had nearly disemboweled him as a message. One that Josie hadn’t seemed to understand, or maybe this was exactly why she’d done it. “You really can’t resist a sad sob story, can you,” Hope’s voice rang out over the quad. “You shouldn’t be here, but that’s exactly why you are. Proving that you’re not scared of darkness anymore, right Jo?”