#asly

[frogandthetadpoles]

a smile like yours is officially out on shelves today!!

[yris-latteyi]

Sad that I can't just sit down and write down ALL of my oc lore, so I drew some Rhys & Asly hurt/comfort iggg

I love them okay,,,,don't talk to me I'm crying

[reybriel-arts]

Un dibujito para mí capitán todo hermoso xd

Nombre: Devon

Apellido: sentinel

Edad: 32

Estatura: 1.64

Rango: capital de el grupo especial force-6 de la academia guerreros

Conducta y personalidad: suele ser agresivo de vez en cuando, la mayoría de tiempo es pasifico sin ocacionar ningún problema, pero no intentes rentarlo a una pelea.. en muy serio en su trabajo, ave es se nota decaído pero silencioso..

Historia de su linaje: sentinel:

En los libros de historia estos eran un pueblo indigena "libre" y con una habilidad de combate e inteligencia sumamente sorprendente que está raza otorgaba. Años después fueron esclavizados y tomados como peones por una región comandada por un rey muy poderoso en sus tiempos.. gracias a sus habilidades notables fueron utilizados como guardianes y guerreros protectores del imperio comandado por el rey y le fueron otorgado su apellido o pronombre como sentinelas. (Sentinel)

En la actualidad es difícil conseguir alguien que venga del linaje sentinel ya que estos al pasar de los años se fueron desapareciendo.. en que tenga la sangre de los sentinel llevan una marca en su cuello como un lunar o mancha que fue heredada por sus ancestros

La cual distinguía a alguien de dicha sangre.

(personaje de Asly: futura guerrera)

[of-stars-and-moon]

i’m like days late but... could you write our fantastic ship name in urdu? ❤️

Don't worry about it these are really fun! And have I mentioned that our shipname means "Real" in Urdu? I think I have already ajfhdjd

[sapphoslibrary]

39

@ashes-and-ashes-dust-and-dust @of-stars-and-moon

sorry this is a mess

Dear Remus

I’m worried about you. All of my owls to you have been sent straight back to me, the letters untouched and the owls hurt. I hope you’re okay.

You need to take a break from these missions. I know you think you owe Dumbledore, but he’s killing you, love. I don’t know what I’d do if you were killed on one of these goddamn missions. Please, please be okay.

Come home. I miss you.

Love, Sirius

“It’s fucking pointless, James. I’ve tried at least seventy times, what makes you think he’s gonna answer now?” Sirius fumed, on the brink of tears as all of the possibilities as to why Remus hasn’t answered went through his head.

James got on his knees on the floor beside Sirius’s chair, crossing his arms on the table and resting his head on top. “Pads. I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to have hope. No news is good news, remember? If something went wrong, we’d be the first to know. Stop thinking of all the negatives,” James tried to reassure, even though he didn’t even quite believe his own words. It had been almost four months since Remus had left, and no one had heard from him.

Groaning, Sirius crumpled the parchment in his hand, throwing it at the door and hiding his face in his hands. “Dumbledore is fucking using him. He knows he’ll do whatever he says, so he makes him go on the most dangerous missions alone. I just… I don’t know.” James reached over, wrapping an arm around Sirius’s shoulders comfortingly.

“I’ll talk to Dumbledore about it later, I promise. For now, just think about how happy Remus will be to see you and Snuffles when he gets back. You don’t have to always be thinking about the negative, you know.” James picked up Snuffles as he ran up to him, hearing his name.

“I think Snuffles agrees, Pads,” James joked as the dog licked his face. Sirius snorted as Snuffles squirmed his way out of James’s arms, jumping into Sirius’s lap and curling up.

“He thought you were me, that’s all,” Sirius teased. As he ran his hand over the tiny dog’s sleek fur, the pop signaling Apparation sounded from the back room where the one spot with no wards was. Sirius took the dog into his arms, ignoring the harmless growling, and stood, almost knocking the chair over behind him.

After making sure he had his wand in his pocket, Sirius rushed to the back room.

Standing in the corner, dirty and bruised but alive was Remus, looking at Sirius like he was seeing a ghost. Sirius stared back, his eyes wide, before he finally acted. He ran towards Remus’ throwing himself at him in a tight hug. “Fuck, fuck, Remus.”

“Sirius,” Remus breathed in response, wrapping his arms around Sirius, feeling his tears soak through his heavy jacket. “I’m so, so sorry Pads. I didn’t know it was going to be so long, and they were watching my mail.” Remus didn’t talk about how every time he got a letter from Sirius he got beaten up, and usually called many awful names. Most of the bruises came from the letters.

“You need to take a fucking break, Re. We’ll take a vacation, just us, we can go to a beach where there’s no magic or war. We can rent a house on the beach, where no one can find us. Please, Re, take a break.” Sirius pleaded, his voice cracking and breaking as he held onto Remus for dear life.

Remus nodded and smiled, rocking Sirius side to side. “I’d love to.”

[frogandthetadpoles]

I think they’re in loooooveeee 👀🌸 Pre-Order ASLY Here

[yris-latteyi]

Brushing hair can be a hard task

Father - child bonding <3