May 11, 2021
DO YOU EVEN THINK! AKU DEFINITION LITERALLY MEANS EVIL. THINK, ASHI, THINK
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DO YOU EVEN THINK! AKU DEFINITION LITERALLY MEANS EVIL. THINK, ASHI, THINK
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The only type of love Ashi has ever really known up to this point is 'worship love'. She may still need more time to adjust.
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HEY HOWDY HEY GET READY FOR THE NAST-AY!
I wrote this [very long] piece for Jashi week back in early May and it’s only taken me this long to share it here. Warning: contains almost exclusively sexual content. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Kudos and comments are very much loved and appreciated!
Special thank you to @samuraidaddy for hearing me yell about this piece for over six months and helping me revise and edit. And BIG thank you to @bishopdoesart for the wonderfully smutty commissioned companion pieces (only available on Ao3)!
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Links: Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31490057 FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13882039/1/Altar
Hello everyone!
2021 proves to be a difficult year for most...wherever you are, in these trying times, know that you are not alone. This year also marks the 5th year of #JashiWeek. However due to time constraints in the mods’ busy schedules, we won’t be able to make it a full week; so we thought it best to shorten this year to only 3 days. Short, simple, and sweet.
So for May 6 - 8th, we hope you can join us in celebrating our favorite pair. 💖
Prompts:
May 6th - Battle Through Time (in celebration of the jashiriffic game released last year.) May 7th - Across Time (“Even across time, I will find my way back to you.” ahhhh, what we do for love.) May 8th - Free Time (Do. Whatever. You. Want. From AUs to manips, WIPs to previews...whatever strikes your fancy, put ‘em here!)
*Feel free to interpret the prompts as you see fit!
Rules:
*All entries and fan-content must be focused on the Jack/Ashi pairing, and should be tagged #jashiweek. (So we can find them!)
*Mature and/or sensitive content should be appropriately tagged with warnings. No exceptions.
*Entries do NOT need to be completed on the exact date of each prompt, they can be posted late. It is also not required of anyone to finish all the prompts of the week. You can also combine prompts.
*All fan-content is welcomed (fanart, fanfiction, playlists, gifsets, etc.), but plagiarizing and/or reposting the works of others is prohibited. They must also not have been posted prior.
*Be kind and have fun! Don’t be a jerk. :)
JashiWeek Day 4 Black 💀
Looking back at previous fanart I did of these two, I remembered a corpse bride Ashi 👰 and a zombie Samurai Jack. Here they are reunited ❤️
FYI I like bearded Jack 😉
Jashi Week 2020 - Day 1: 20s
Dutifully, Ashi awoke when the first rays of dawn penetrated her closed eyes, ignoring her body’s cries to remain in the calm embrace of sleep. She sat up and stretched, pausing as her gaze moved to the window, her eyes wide with fright as she saw the falling snow and the white landscape beneath it, the first snow of winter.
A spear lunging from nowhere, catching them off guard.
A simple dodge, resulting in the death of another.
A soaring dagger pinning the third to a tree, indifferently removed from the corpse as if the loss meant nothing.
A fall as the fourth was thrown off the cliff with the same concern one gave an annoying insect buzzing around their head.
A suicidal run as the fifth hastily approached a trap.
A desperate attempt to preserve her own life as she fought an unbeatable foe.
Ashi fell back into bed, pressing her shaking body against the warmth of her sleeping husband. Instinctively, Jack wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he continued to doze. The vivid memories began to fade, and she regained control of her traitorous mind, allowing herself to relax.
Over 20 years since that day, but still the trauma remained no matter how she tried to fight it, to override the associations with happier instances of Jack romancing her or her children eager to play in such a stark white world. They always found the snow fascinating and beautiful, untainted by the stain of blood or the harsh realization that all the training, the abuse, the neglect, the torment that was their lives was for nothing, and worse, that their noble cause was all deception and lies. Ashi continually prayed that her dear sisters found peace in the afterlife, the same peace she found with what was once her mortal enemy.
She pulled back from her savior’s embrace, smiling as her fingers ever so carefully brushed the wayward strands from his contented face. “Rest, rest, now you may rest. Hero, you will be triumphant. I will promote the good that is you, Samurai. I will defend you. As long as there is breath in my body, I will lift you up. Long live the glory of Samurai Jack. Long live the glory of Emperor Shinjiro.”
Jack lazily smiled, and to Ashi’s surprise, spoke. “You are very wise, and very confused. You are the true hero, not me.”
“Wh—what? No, you don’t know what you’re saying. You wield the great sword. You killed Aku and ended his evil reign.”
“That I did,” he agreed as he sat up, amused by her confounded expression. “But it is because of you that we are here.” He extended his arm, motioning to the walls that made up the sleeping area of the Emperor’s quarters in the ancient castle of the Land of the Rising Sun. “You are the one who opened a time portal to send us back to the past when none existed. You gave me the chance to fulfill my promise to defend my homeland and protect my people, and for that, I can never thank you enough.”
She blushed and lowered her eyes, humbled by her hero’s declaration. Jack smiled and lowered his head, eager to steal a kiss from her, but the door flew open and a rush of feet ran across the floor. “Mama, Mama, it’s snowing!” Their five year old daughter jumped into her parents’ bed, eagerly pointing at the window. “I wanna build a snowman!”
“Alright, Ami, let’s build a snowman, but you have to eat breakfast first.”
She cheered and left the room as quickly as she entered, much to her father’s amusement. “Will you be alright out there?” Jack asked with a hint of worry, taking his wife’s hand in his.
“Yes,” Ashi confirmed with a nod, feeling confident. “She’ll keep me distracted, the children always do.”
Jashi Week - Day 3 - 髪 Hair
Ashi is confronted with the eternal conundrum: how does all that hair fit into that tiny top knot????
Jashi Week Day 2: White.
(With and without light effect.)
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Jashiweek 2019 4: Rain