#asher gets asks

[ashersanity]

what do you think about a c!sydney trying to corrupt their angel tf partner...

Hard ass dynamic and it already got me hooked on it, not gonna lie.. I shouldn’t be getting this many ideas with this sort of concept but oh fuck, the possibilities are endless and I can’t help myself.

Reverse time! Corrupted Sydney x Angel PC

cw! dub-con, manipulative behaviour, coaxing

I’m going to have to admit, C!Sydney is an absolute manipulative little shit, without having initially been someone pure and devoted to their religion and followed their principles, they wouldn’t hesitate to be taking advantage of every person that came their way. It’s no different for you either, typical fuck boy/girl that they are, batting their pretty eyelashes your way, expecting the same boring reaction out of you like every old pervert in town.

Except you don’t, completely unaffected by their flirting or teasing, playful caress over your arm and somehow, you don’t even seem to notice it. Just how fucking oblivious can someone be anyway?? The fallen won’t exactly take up kindly to that, so used to have everything go their way, to fall perfectly into order at the curl of their lips, flashing a trained smile. Their first initial thought of you? You’re annoying and irritating to them, an anomaly that’s immune to their charm, the one that easily draws people in, has them carry out favors for Sydney without even asking.

Yet, they also can’t help but be intrigued by you, fascinating little thing that you are, clearly different from the rest of this godforsaken shit hole. Idle annoyance slowly turning into an actual crush, genuine feelings that they didn’t think they were capable of feeling, not with how they played everyone in comparison to their treatment of you. It’s more like.. you’re converting them instead, without even realizing it, smallest of giggles escaping them at your antics and shared chats at the library counter. Seriously, do they actually enjoy your company?? Idiot, the clutch you have on them now.

Enough of that fluffy shit though and moving onto the actual horny crap.

Sydney will do everything in their power to corrupt that sweet innocence that you have, starting off with the smallest of things that work their way up into something extreme. Goes from subtle touches over your frame, blowed breaths in the shell of your ear, whispering about their naughty secrets and you not getting them at first. Slowly turns into more than mere teasing, reaching for your hand and placing it against their crotch, rubbing against the fabric. Smirks when you blush, quickly retreating your hand away though not without actually hesitating first.

Their hard work does indeed pay off in the long run, like any person would, slowly cracking under their relentless flirting. Knows they’ve won as they place a hand on your thigh, expecting a stuttered reply, panic flashing across your face and pulling away except they get nothing, just your legs slowly parting for them, visible blush on your cheeks. Oh, well.. Would you look at that?

Doesn’t hesitate to take advantage, slipping their slender hand with ease between those thighs, slipping beneath your clothes, searching for that sweet spot. The cutest of whimpers that you let out once they do find it, so adorable, gently stroking over your moistened sex, already leaking so much. Increases the pace even more as you start whining, clutching at their moving hand to keep it there, keep stroking you and pleasuring you.

Feels so damn good too, you never felt like it. Not even the times you shyly played with yourself in the shower, only stopping once you heard the familiar footsteps of Robin coming back from school. None of it compares to Sydney’s skillful hands, how they coo soft praises into your ear right before you climax, finishing all over their skin. Only the sound of your heavy breaths can be heard over the buzzing noise of the library, stupid janitor that never fixed the AC, both coming down from your high.

They’ve got you now. That’s right, you’re theirs now, pretty little angel that’ll be begging Sydney to fuck them stupid anywhere, just as you deserve to be. Filthy sinner.

Corrupting someone has never felt so damn good and once they’ve gotten a taste of it, they’re never stopping.

[jollyfang]

I’ve been putting off posting this even though it’s been done and colored for over a week. I’m a shy little guy, what can I say?

So I’m just gonna throw this up and avoid my phone for the foreseeable future like the coward that I am lol

Anyway- I posted my version of Babe a week ago so here is Ash.

Yes, I know I forgot the spikes on his collar. No, I’m not gonna go back and fix it now lol. I’ll make a note of it for the next time I draw him.

Oh and I wanted to say thanks for all the likes on my last art post. They really made my day 😊

[lynzishell]

💌 Post 4 pictures from Pinterest that describe your OC. Send this to 3 other simmers to keep the chain going if you want!

💖Thank you both so much @pralinesims and @bubblepopsims for sending me this ask!! Just one sec... I'll go grab some pics!

Me: Hey guys! Asher: What the hell?! Me: I was just wondering—Wait, Ash, how are you laying like that? The couch doesn’t have arms, that can’t be comfortable. Asher: None of your business! I swear, you’re worse than Iris! Me: Ouch. Asher: At least she knocks. Incessantly, but still. Me: Right. My bad. Asher: Look, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m having a bit of a rough week. Can I not just have some time alone with my boyfriend? Me: Of course, of course. I just got these asks to share some Pinterest pics, and I’ve already shared the individual ones so I thought, hey, wouldn’t it be cute to share some from your joint board? Atlas: If we say yes, will you leave us alone? Me: Absolutely! Well, for a little while at least. I’ll be hopping in game later and you’re both in the next scene sooo… Asher: Whatever. Just do what you need to do. Me: Thanks!! Atlas: [whispering] Why is she so obsessed with us? Asher: [shrugs] No idea. Atlas: She does have a point though, that doesn’t look comfortable. Do you want to come sit over here? Asher: [smirks] I’ll come sit on— Me: Got ‘em! Ok, thanks guys, I really appreciate it. I’ll see you later!

[codychristiantreasures]

I love Cody's sweaty workout scenes so much. Anything that let's me see his armpits. I need more pit content from him.

Willing it for 2024! I’m so downbad for this man and his workout videos feed my desperate soul.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

the fact that Percy is technically a wanted criminal in the first book is hilarious to me

(Also hi I wish to know your thoughts on Percy)

I KNOW RIGHT?

okay okay i have. alot of thoughts on percy but ill. ill try to keep it brief and avoid spoilers.

he is an unreliable narrator. from his point of view hes just like. some guy. but to everyone else? hes absolutely fucking terrifying. in the first book alone he killed the minotaur AND won in a fight against ares, the war god. he was 12. he sees himself as just a kid, which he is!!!! but hes also not JUST a kid. he never got the chance to be JUST a kid.

[romeo-the-homeo]

Guy, on the phone to the Talbots: "no wings? Yeah sure I'll get that to you"

Guy, on the phone to honey, sobbing into Rosa's knees dramatically: "HONEY I THINK THE DOG DIED."

LMAO NOOOO

[ofmoonlitmagic]

( continued from x | @fragmcntedsouls )

This wasn't his greatest of days, but the growing annoyance and inner turmoil visible in the hunter was certainly not making it worse. He'd happily pour gasoline right on that fire to keep himself warm. "Is that...holy shit, a conscience?" He prodded a little more, feigning shock for a second before letting it drop, "--oh, no, self-preservation. Sorry, they look alike sometimes."

They were trapped here until the coast was clear, however long that took. Could be worse, there was Christmas present wrapping he might sufficiently avoid by being here instead. "If you didn't do it for me, why do it?" It was more rhetorical than anything because Briggs wasn't sure he cared either way. The hunter could have shot him, could have let him get caught up in the battle even if he wanted his hands clean, but here they both stood. Still, he liked planting torturous little ideas in the heads of his enemies to haunt in the days to come.

Part of an organization that had eradication in the name, as a wise woman once said, didn't deserve his sympathies. And he wasn't offering them, nor any ounce of trust. Well, maybe an ounce out of necessity. Devil you know, as the saying goes.

"Learn to appreciate a bad idea," he murmured back, actually starting to enjoy this a little bit. He was confident in his ability to hold the spell as long as was necessary, even under pressure. It was one of his personal favorites. With a tsk-tsk, Briggs tilted his head toward the other man, "someone didn't do his homework. Know thy enemy, baby, that's 101 level shit. But I'll let you cheat off my paper this once, as long as you remember this: we can be everywhere and you'd never know." As proof, he indicated how no one had even looked in their direction. "I really hope this helps you sleep well at night."

Oh, yeah, he was definitely having more than enough fun with this.

[sunshineboy-greer-collins]

incorrect quotes:

Tank: i want a coffee…

Ash: Why?

Tank: i crave something bitter

Ash: … but David’s already here

[asherthehimbo]

Heres a little get to know you game!

Tagged by: @foxilsdenn

Name(s): Asher/ Ash

pronouns: He/They

star sign: Scorpio

#of siblings and any fun facts abt them(if you have any): 1 older sister who I do not talk to, she's a athlete.

# of pets: (4 cats, 1 dog)

Fandoms: SKZ, ATEEZ, Some musicals, Omniscient readers viewpoint, Percy Jackson, some other i can't think of rn

Favourite colour(s): Black, grey and red

favourite song: don't have one, but recently "The water is fine" and "O superman" has been on repeat in my playlist

Hobbies: reading, writing, gaming, analyzing media, sleeping

favourite holiday: N/A

Partner(s)?: Rai-jk im Aro leaning :)

anything extra?: I love talking to people about story ideas and analyzing media forms with them :)

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tags: @imaboymeow @justforyuno @emotional-support-alcoholic @alextheoriginalspawn @brrrkdslek @adoringsan

[thefirstknife]

So I found something on accident today as I was gushing about Asher Mir.

In the book Awoken of the Reef: Gensym Scribe Asher tells Ikora:

“…No one can stop it! I am beginning to believe there is no sense in even trying!"

Then in the Scribetrace Shell, the final line reads as such:

“No one can stop it. There is no sense in even trying.”

This can’t just be a coincidence right?

In the first, he’s speaking of his condition and in the second… well he still kind of speaking of his condition but this time it’s the condition of being absorbed into the Vex Network to some degree.

My wheels have been spinning all day and I don’t know what it means, if anything.

Oh that's a really cool detail.

Scribetrace Shell is most certainly referencing it directly, because the line prior has him thinking about how he said it once before:

It is as I said all along, the signal thought bitterly as it unspooled into the datastream. No one can stop it.

There is no sense in even trying.

So not a coincidence!

On one hand, it's about his condition, but on the other it might be about the Vex in general. The Vex can't be stopped, convergence can't be stopped. At first, Asher might've been talking about his condition and it not being reversible, but now that he's part of the Vex Network? With a greater insight into the Vex and fully integrated, he may have come to the conclusion that the reason his condition is unstoppable is because the Vex themselves are unstoppable.

And they definitely do have some merit in that regard, given their automatic victory of the game and becoming the Final Shape before the Gardener changed the rules. Now they're no longer winners automatically and have to compete with others, but that doesn't mean they're out of the race entirely. I do feel that they'll be the main final threat at the end. They've been suspiciously absent or sidelined for a while now, with very curious appearances. Especially recently with Sol Divisive directly helping the Witness. They're doing things in the background and that concerns me more than anything.

This line might be Asher's personal realisation and his final warning to us that the Vex are out there, they are coming, they can't be stopped and see you all in The Final Shape.

Ok, maybe not that dramatic, but the Vex did get a renewed interest and spotlight with Lightfall so I'm definitely looking at everything about them as hints about their importance going forward, at least for now.

[ashersanity]

Heyy saw you were a Remy enthusiast from your last post….any yandere headcannons for Remy where you become his house spouse and not his cow? Would like to include horse riding and he sees that as practice for riding him in bed but its ok if youre not comfy with it

The worst fucking spouse known to mankind.

Scratch that, Bailey would probably be worse.

Unrelated but since you asked so nicely, how could I not oblige, polite anon? Kissing you on the cheek just for that and the sick idea. (Platonically)

still going at it, asher?

YANDERE! REMY

content warning! dub-con, mentions of violence, murder, blood, marking, baby trapping, manipulative and possessive behaviour, you know the drill already.

remy and pc are gender neutral as always unless explicitly stated otherwise. mentions of wren.

“Thought I’d let you get away? No, dear. Now it’s time to make it up to me.”

yandere type : obsessive, possessive, overprotective

Yan!Remy who had set their sights on you the second they saw you, pretty little thing that you are, just meant to be owned and pampered, under their care at the farm. Young and dumb that you were, greeting you over with a trained smile on their face, others at the riding lesson gaping from what they were seeing. Remy smiling? That never happened, but the farmer didn’t want to give the wrong impression after all, coax you in possibly, already envisioning their future with you with a wedding band around your finger. Their cute spouse that’d devote themselves to them. Just as things should be, right?

Yan! Remy who knows they got you right they want you as you laugh at their jokes and antics, lips curled up into an uncharacteristically soft smile, there to match your own. Normally cold demeanour though they’re willing to keep up the facade if it means having you in their grasp, in arms reach. Goes as most marriages do, weeks or maybe months of courting, chatting away and getting to know each other. Next thing you know, the farmer is proposing, expensive ring in their gloved hand that they offer to you. Poor you really, not knowing what you’re getting yourself into as you gladly accept with a flush on your face. Oh, aren’t you in for something..

Yan! Remy who drops the facade the second you get all settled in their ranch, carpeted floors adorned by old furniture passed down from the farmer’s family, bedroom already made for you. How odd, they had everything done over before you even had to ask, knowing your particular taste for certain things, how you cuddle in your sleep, placing a bunch of cushioned pillows around the bed. How you can’t stand the scent of smoke, carefully replacing their gas stove with an electric one. You don’t.. exactly remember telling Remy any of those things, but the memory could’ve slipped from your mind, starting to second guess things. Must’ve been your imagination then.

Yan! Remy who isolates you from everyone else in your life, not feeling a shred of remorse or guilt from it. Oh, your mom wants to pay a visit? Too bad, looks like the weather isn’t suitable for such things today, not giving you a chance to even glance out the window to be really sure if they’re telling the truth. Why did your long time friend suddenly stop coming? The farmer wouldn’t possibly know, handful of notes placed on the table, your so-called ‘friend’ eyeing the stack of cash nervously, knowing what this means. Sometimes, they couldn’t be bothered with the entire money thing, simply turn your pesky surroundings into cattle, not like they’ll ever come to you again if their dumb, foggy cow mind barely remembers you.

Yan! Remy who turns you into their little obedient housewife regardless of gender, dutifully waiting for their return everyday, clasped hands folded in your lap. Since you don’t have anyone else to look forward to anymore, what’s the point in letting you outside either? Not like they don’t provide everything else for you, whatever you need is at home, no matter how much you think there is something lacking in your burnt out marriage. Loves coming back from a long, exhausting day of working at the fields, glistening sweat over their forehead with their usually slicked back, brown hair tumbling over their face, utterly exhausted. Finds you in the bedroom, looking bored as always, pressing an affectionate kiss to your shoulder. Quickly turns into greedily sucking at your neck, your soft whimpers working their way up into whines with your arm looped around their frame. Nothing better than having a tight hole or cock to sink into/onto after working so hard.

Yan! Remy who’s only allowing you outside for their personal horse riding lessons, instructing you to hold onto them tightly as they lead you on the animal. Maybe they do give you permission from time to time to actually ride one yourself with their eyes constantly watching your every move, of course. Makes sure to guide your movements, their gaze fixated on the way your figure bounces on the horse like.. like you’re actually riding something. Doesn’t want you to accidentally injure yourself so the farmer is keeping you in place, gloved hands placed on your hips. The same ones that bounce you on their cock/strap-on, throughly enjoying your fucked dumb face as you ride them, squeaking mattress creaking under your combined weights.

Yan! Remy who completely loses their shit if they ever catch their right-hand assistant hitting on you, soft brown eyes checking you out, a wicked grin on Wren’s face, shamelessly flirting with their boss’s spouse right in front of the farmer. By all means, you can only hope that Remy doesn’t kill the bastard right then and there, never having really formally introduced the two of you due to the possible result that might’ve brought on. Obviously, they were right, the smuggler unable to keep their dirty hands to themselves when it comes to anything belonging to Remy. Expect the roughest fucking of your life once you get back to the barn, roughly tugging at your wrist and throwing you onto the bed. You’re lucky if your little friend that you like to play blackjack with even comes back to have another game. Don’t expect Wren to though.

Yan! Remy who’s dead set on either making you carry their offspring or the other way around, carry yours. Doesn’t matter if you can’t be impregnated or they can’t impregnate you, regardless they’re figuring a way out with this. Sharing the same genitals? Don’t care, doesn’t matter, the farmer’s mind is long gone, a mile away in their own sick delusion, thinking how adorable you’d look with your tummy full of their cum or stuffed with their fat strap-on deep inside your aching hole. Regardless, Remy’s rutting into you like a hung bull when it’s mating season or making you rut into them, willing legs spread wide open. If you two manage a baby? Great, absolutely fucking great, all the more reason for you to stay with them since you wouldn’t wanna leave your poor kid with divorced parents, huh?

Yan! Remy who’s now achieved the ideal life with you, or so they think in their head. Heat of their skin pressed against yours as you’re deep into your slumber, unaware of those green eyes on you, intently watching your sleeping form. Chest steadily rising up and down with every breath taken, tracing a slim finger over the shirt of your pajamas, arm looped around your waist, gripping possessively. This is it, this is what Remy wanted all along, to have their beautiful spouse laying next to them in bed, intimately close together as if they didn’t shut you off from the world. That’s what a farmer does though, keeps their cherished prize to themselves, locked away. Locked away from prying eyes and nosy bastards, theirs alone. That’s right.. You’re theirs now. Remy’s perfect little spouse.

Masterlist

To - @mellowwillowy, for being a Remy fucker.

Yandere! Bailey part 2 might be coming next, don’t know.

[END OF POST]

[theamalgaverse]

Not leaving you in the dust, some summer related sketches for a little break for myself!

[lynzishell]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

TYSM for sending me this ask @elderwisp and @igotsnothing 💖 I almost used this as an excuse to do two sims.... but it takes me so long to answer these things that I didn't want to risk it sitting in my inbox for too long lol!

But let's dive in, shall we? I chose my beloved...

✨Asher Goode✨

🩶Asher is a dog lover, and is very attached to his border collie, Jasper. He rescued Jasper as a six-month-old puppy when he was fifteen. The dog lives at his parents’ house because Asher doesn’t want him to be cooped up in an apartment. (He’s the main reason Asher visits his family so much.) If he does bring Jasper home to the city, it’s only for one night, and usually means he’s having a tough time and needs a little extra comfort.

🩶He is a very talented artist. One of his favorite hobbies is writing and illustrating comics. He’s been doing this since he was a kid, and it’s his creative outlet outside of work.  He completed his first story when he was fifteen. It was inspired by Jasper and is still in his old bedroom at his parents’ house. (I hope one day to share it, but I need to share it as a comic and I don’t know how to go about doing that yet, so I’m holding onto it for now.)

🩶He gets his creativity from his father, who is a musician. His dad had always hoped that his kids would share his love of music. While Asher appreciates a wide variety of genres, he’s not interested in playing any instruments. In fact, he hates the piano because it reminds him of how miserable lessons were as a kid. He’d much rather put on his headphones and draw. However, he does love dancing and going to concerts.

🩶He's not much into fitness or sports, but he does love to run on the beach with his dog. He’s also a very strong swimmer. Not because he enjoys swimming… quite the opposite really. When he was nine years old, he nearly drowned in the ocean when he was swept away by the undertow. He was saved by this mother, but he’s hated the water ever since. Rather than avoid it, though, he asked his parents to sign him up for swimming lessons. He’s not the type to avoid what scares him, he’d rather take control in any way he can.

🩶Asher is madly in love with Atlas... yes yes, we know this… but did you know that Asher’s love language is physical touch? He is very affectionate. The type to always greet you with a hug, put a hand on you while talking, lean against you while standing, drape his legs over you while sitting on the sofa, and snuggle you in bed (and he’s almost always the big spoon).  A lot of the time, he does this without thinking, so people who don’t like others in their personal space tend to not like being around him. But, for Atlas, the casual closeness and affection always put him at ease around Asher, even long before they started dating. (I could really dive into all that, but this isn’t about Atlas right now, so perhaps I’ll save it for another time 😉).

[codychristiantreasures]

Pictures of Cody that arouse you on sight?

Um every one of them? 😝

My top ones are:

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

@lostlosersclub im going to kill you.

[shokujin-art]

Ashlyr best otp ever?? More likely than you think - green anon

HHHHhh I'm glad you think that — ! Ashlyr became my daily happy pills and ideas keep spawning in my heads thanks to @ashersanity