#c;asha

[rvlerofmyheavt]

📝 asha & cthulhu lemme see that illegibility bench

The other note would have been. 

Don't trust hastur h''s punk ass binch ahf' l' gotha ah'mgehye nilgh'ri Y' mgepuaaahll.  Hes mgvulgtnahor, Y' ai fucking mgvulgtnahor 

which translates to 

Don't trust hastur he's a punk ass binch who wants to destroy everything I built. Hes evil, I say fucking evil. 

But that meme pad hates me and wont let me oad it unless its’ v tiny

@melodieuxm, @moldedmemories

[rvlerofmyheavt]

Closed for @tcthcsea

Cthulhu muttered to himself as he walked into the bar. He wasn’t doing this for his brother. He especially didn’t care for that sorry excuse of a sibling. But rather he was doing it for someone who could potentially be in his family. He spotted Asha in a corner, there was a small wave. The monster sighed. 

“What’s new?” He asked the pirate. 

[rvlerofmyheavt]

📝 asha & hans

No explanation needed

[rvlerofmyheavt]

🥂 – a drunk kiss || HANS & ASHA, GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY DON'T WANT.

Hans hiccuped as he looked at Asha. He leaned in. “Why don’t we ever do something fun.” Asha raised an eyebrow. “We’re both sexy stags and stagettes,” Hans replied. The werewolf smirked. “Just one kiss. It wouldn’t hurt.” Asha rolled her eyes and smirked. Hans and Asha pulled each other in. 

It was drunk, sloppy, and even out of place. It was a one-time thing. Hans leaned in and slipped his hands to her hips. Maybe it was meant to happen. Maybe they should be together maybe he could-

There was someone clearing their throat. Hans didn’t know who it was. Asha still went by his side. There was a small laugh. 

“These are my mates Simon And Aster .” Hans frowned at that. In his drunken stupor, he thought he was finally going to be with her. Hans waved with a tight smile. The two mates raised their everybrows at him. “We should go.” one of them said. Asha wrapped her arms around both their shoulders. “You two should carry me.” Hans was about to volunteer when one of them did. 

Eventually, Hans was left alone, drunk and wanting more. 

@melodieuxm

[rvlerofmyheavt]

◉ Face-Lands-In-Cleavage cliche || trip & asha (you know i had to)

“Asha, wait up don’t you want to continue med-” The monk tripped on his own shoe buckle. 

Everything happened so fast. Yet so slow. His face landed on top of her cleavage. And his face didn’t move fast enough. Trip was stunned by his own actions. Why wasn’t he moving? Why is he letting his face stay there. He was a man of Buddha. 

He looked at Asha’s face. There was an unreadable expression. The monk felt his own heart race. His face was near her breasts and there’s no indication on her  part what to do. If he didn’t know any better, Asha might be enjoying it. 

Trip felt himself move away but he placed his hands instead of his face. He tried to say the words. 

“I-I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I didn’t mean to touch your sacred area.” Trip didn’t want to say tits. He really didn’t want to sound immature. 

Asha only raised her eyebrow. 

“Then why are you still touching it?” Asha said pointing out his hands on her chest.For some reason, Tripp attempted to smirk. “Maybe I lied.” 

[rvlerofmyheavt]

❝ You’re not the center of the universe, you know. ❞ || hans & asha because i have to

 “I don’t think I’m the center of the universe.” He scoffed. Hans turned up his nose. “I just pay attention to my specific needs.” He pointed out. “How cares about Corona, or Dunbrouch, or Spooky Ghost town.” He pointed at himself. “I am Hans Weesttgaard.And my needs are your titties and your as-” 

Slap

Hans rubbed his cheek, reeling from the slap.”Owwwwwww.” He whined as Asha was still glaring. “Fine I’ll donate to charity!” 

@tcthcsea