#chokehold cherry python

[smallpapers]

you should sleep with the light on

[1000-year-old-virgin]

Ashnikko - Chokehold Cherry Python

[gh0stly-girlfriend]

live a villain, die a icon

[good-to-drive]

Weedkiller and healing from the overturning of Roe v. Wade

This album is so healing and cathartic and I haven’t been able to stop listening to it on repeat since it came out. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so seen or understood in my entire life, and I just need some room to rant about it lol. Fair warning that this is pretty long.

When the news about Roe v Wade came out I was so angry and upset I couldn't stop shaking. I truly never thought I would live to see this happen. I felt disgusted and afraid and angry and violated, and it felt like no one cared or understood just how horrific and repulsive this is for people with female bodies. Every time I hear about another state restricting abortion rights or refusing to track maternal mortality rates or making birth control harder to access I want to vomit. I know pro-lifers think we're just being dramatic when we say these things, but it's so visceral and horrific to have your bodily autonomy taken away, to feel like you're being crushed by this huge machine that neither knows nor cares that you're a sentient being, not just a vessel. It truly gives me the same feeling that you experience when you watch a movie with body horror and gore. It's not political, it's as intensely personal as anything can be. And although I could find plenty of people expressing sadness at this situation, I couldn't find anything that captured this visceral horror and disgust that is so overwhelming all the fucking time. I felt lost and wrong, like I was less than human in this society and a fool for not knowing my place before. Like the disgust and horror I was feeling made me disgusting because no one else seemed to be feeling it. I think, like most of us with a female body, I felt that I had no right to be horrified that I was being reduced to flesh for men to use, like I should’ve already known that’s all I was.

This album did more than encapsulate and validate that horror. It wrapped it up into a little ball and took aim at it and blasted it into pieces, and left me seething mad and ready to rip the world a new one. World Eater alchemized this horror into a tangible enemy, a machine that kills for pleasure, and WEEDKILLER let me smash that machine to pieces. You Make Me Sick! let me scream to the world that I’m mad, I’m disgusted, I’m dangerous, and I’m allowed to be. Chokehold Cherry Python was like Daisy on steroids, the avenging angel returned darker and more disturbed because the world she inhabits is sicker than we knew. Worms is hysteria and numbness all at once, when the world makes you vomit until you’re dry heaving and only able to laugh at how absurdly cruel this life really is. Cheerleader let me take pride in my femininity without feigning weakness. And Possession of a Weapon made me feel like a dark, wounded goddess, my body grotesquely reduced to pieces in someone else’s chess game, but still in possession of the pussy weapon, the vagina dentata that disgusts and frightens the people who want our bodies to be pliable and abusable.

And then there’s songs like Super Soaker, Moonlight Magic, and Don’t Look At It that express queer female sexuality without shame, because even in an apocalyptic cyberpunk wasteland we’re still only human and our desires deserve to be celebrated. And Want It All, which makes me remember that however fucked up this life is I still want every last piece of it, even the ones that hurt.

The most emotional songs on the album for me were Miss Nectarine and Dying Star. Miss Nectarine is such a delicate and beautiful story about a vulnerable time of life, and so heartbreaking and moving. I think a lot of us relate to the experience of discovering a piece of ourselves that our immediate world is hostile to, and wanting to be strong enough to save ourselves and the ones we love from this reality – wanting to play hero – but being crushed and heartbroken instead. That feeling of powerlessness and heartbreak is especially visceral for me right now, wondering if I or someone I love will be put through forced pregnancy or even killed because of this new political reality I never thought I’d live to see.

Dying Star as the last track was so unexpected, but so, so necessary. It’s like this album transformed my fear and self recrimination into righteous fury, but at the last moment instead of being consumed by it I was given a chance to want something soft. To want the world to listen to me when I say “ouch”, to mourn the magic in me that was drained away even when I repressed myself and behaved like a lady and very politely asked not to be killed. To feel not just angry but hurt that even when I shrink myself and try to be what I’m supposed to be the world still grinds me under its heel. The anger doesn’t drain away – the anger is legitimate, the anger is allowed – but I’m allowed to be gentle, too. To have longing. To have a broken heart. To dream of something or someone that could soothe this pain. The legislation around female bodies is like a dying star, collapsing in on itself and creating this black hole of howling horror and fear. I have been trapped in its orbit, circling and circling the same pain, and breaking orbit might pull me apart but it’s what I truly want. At least, it is now that Ashnikko has allowed me to feel my rage and my disgust and my power and my helplessness, to own them without shame, and then to look beyond them and search for something more.

Sorry this is such a novel, I’ve just been so emotional about this album ever since it came out. The very first time I heard Ashnikko I just knew that finally someone got it. Finally there was a person out there who wasn’t forcing theirself to play nice or perform femininity in the way that was expected. Who wasn’t ashamed of being exactly who they were, feminine and masculine energies combined, expressing gender and the lack thereof in ways that I had never seen before but that felt intuitively right. And honestly this album took it even further. I am so freaking grateful that Ash released this, listening to it was a journey but it was a journey that healed my heart.

Ashnikko, if you ever read this, thank you so much.

[caffieneaddictt18]

All the Good Girls go to Hell

"With all due respect sir, I think I'm going to keep with my previous answer: No, but thank you for the opportunity. My team needs me here." Even as I decline, for the third time, Price still looks like he's expecting a yes.

"Let me know if that ever changes to a 'yes', Sergeant." He pats my shoulder and turns around, the team flanking him, walking out the doors of the gym.

"It won't, sir." I firmly stand at rest, my squad gathering around me now. Price looks and sees my face, a face of wrought determination, and the recruits building around me.

"We'll see." The Captain waves goodbye as he leaves. His lieutenant eyes me as he leaves. I return it with just as much ferocity as his distaste.

"Sergeant? What was that about?" Geller speaks up from my right.

"Don't worry about it. Hit the showers, all of you. We'll finish sparring tomorrow." I turn around, addressing the entire group, before heading to the mat to grab my personal training gear.

I gather it up in my duffel and head out to my barracks room.

"Hey, lass!" A Scottish voice booms from behind me.

"Sergeant Mactavish." I nod in greeting. "What can I do for you?"

"Laswell says she needs us in briefing room 203 by 1400 hours." I look at my watch, seeing 1:40.

"That's in twenty minutes. I'll be there." I try to shoo him off so I can enter my barracks room and at least get changed back into my regular clothes.

"Okay. But can I stay with you? I don't want to have to run back." Soap requests. He is either not picking up on the clues that I want to be left alone or he doesn't care. Either way, it's frustrating.

"Are you just going to stand outside my door until I come out if I don't let you in?" I inquire, cause if he is just going to wait outside then what is the point of not letting him in.

"Yes, Ma'am." He smiles, seemingly knowing my answer.

I sigh, "Fine. You can come in." I turn around and unlock the door, letting both Soap and I into the room. I drop my duffel on the floor, and go straight to my closet. I look back to see Soap looking around amazed. "What's that look on your face for?"

He straightens up quickly, snapping our eye contact together. "Oh. Nothing."

"Uh huh... I don't have time for this. Shut the door and sit down somewhere." I walk into the bathroom, regular clothes in hand, and shut the door, locking it behind me. I'm not about to have some man in my room and not lock the door. I rush through the freshening up process: new deodorant, quick brush teeth, and putting on my regular clothes of a 3/4 sleeve dark grey shirt tucked into a pair of black standard issue cargo pants.

I come out with ten minutes till 1400, rushing straight to the door. "Soap! Come on! 10 till!" I rush putting on my boots and open the door, unlocking it. Soap comes barreling out, not realizing the time. I rush out and shut the door behind me, locking it, before following his long strides to the briefing room with 2 minutes to spare.

I open the door breathing harder than normal. "Cherry," Laswell's calm voice breaks the silence, "Didn't know if you'd get here in time given your teams PT just ended 20 minutes ago, but I am pleasantly surprised."

"Thank you, Chief." I nod and sit down in an empty chair, taking in who else is here. Laswell, Ghost, Gaz, and now Soap and you. If I squint into a dark corner, I can see an outline that vaguely looks like Price. And my hunch is confirmed as he comes out of said corner.

"Right. We got a mission."

"A group of terrorists is running an underground fighting ring to hide their arms dealings." Laswell beings up the picture of our target. "Ruzar Alessio. He's the person who runs the arms deals. We need to stop his dealings now, before they get bigger."

"Has he made any indication of moving onto bigger arms dealings? Missiles?" I look through the file we were all given, flicking over his record.

"When Hasan was alive, Alessio contacted him. We intercepted the communication and found that Alessio was trying to buy missiles. Unfortuantely for Alessio, Hasan died before any business dealing could go through. We kept him on the radar and now we have intercepted a new communication from him, asking a new person for missiles. We believe that the business dealing will happen here," the projected map zooms in, "in Columbia. For now, there have been no communications for the fighting ring to move from the abandoned warehouse in Sri Lanka. But they will move, probably to some place close to Columbia, or even in Columbia." Laswell finishes her info dump as Price takes over.

"Here's the plan. Two of you are going undercover: one as fighter, other as sponsor. The rest of us will do what we can to get to Alessio before he can go through with the dealing, preferably before he even gets to Columbia." He leans on the table, bracing himself with his hands.

"Okay, but if this is an underground ring, they aren't just going to take up two random strangers. We're gonna need- undercover comes with backstories... right." I shake my head as Laswell looks at me like I grew another head.

"Taken care of."

"So who is going undercover?" The men of the table look at each other before looking at me.

"Whoa! When was this decided?"

Laswell speaks up, seeing my quick reactions. "You have the best PT quals for sparring besides Ghost, and he'll need to be on John's team to get to Alessio."

"I may be going up against men two times my size!"

"I don't remember that being an issue for you, Cherry." Laswell raises an eyebrow, leaning on the table. "Or do you not remember Peru?"

"Of course I fucking remember Peru." I hiss out.

"Good. Then this should be easier." Laswell stands at her full height again, letting Price take over again.

"Soap, you'll be with me and Ghost. Gaz. You'll be undercover as Cherry's sponsor. A promising female fighter entering the ring backed by a rich bloke with ties to the underground."

"Sounds good, sir." Gaz agrees, Soap nodding with him.

"Cherry?" Price singles me out. I can feel everyone's stare, boring into the side of my head like a bullet.

"Sure. Why not?" I toss the open file onto the table, where a picture of Alessio, sitting at a table with a man who is obscured by milling people, sits on top of his record.

Chapter two of this little idea. Seems to be chuggin along. If you like it, feel free to leave a comment. I would love to hear your thoughts on this. Bye Bye for now! Heres the (playlist)

[itzchrissydoesstuff]

Welp, that settles it! This is my favorite song from Weedkiller!! 🔥🔥

*inhale*

IM A TICKING TICKING TICKING TIME BOMB,

LIVE A VILLAIN, DIE AN ICON!!

YOU SHOULD SLEEP WITH THE LIGHT ON

🔥CHOKEHOLD CHERRY PYHTON🔥

[vulpinesaint]

hey. telling you again. ashnikko's debut album weedkiller is really good.

[arachnico]

Chokehold Cherry Python!!

[theshepherdshound]

i tried to give aym and baal an appearence

narinder being a parent to the kits, the lamb having a life before everything

[marcuspierce]

I'm a tickin', tickin', tickin' timebomb Live a villain, die a icon You should sleep with a light on Chokehold cherry python

[moongieart]

chokehold cherry python 🏹🍒

[caffieneaddictt18]

Chokehold Cherry Python

"Gotta be quicker than that!" I call out to the pair of recruits on the sparring mat, circling them.

"We're moving as fast as we can!"

"Then the enemy will be faster than you! And you will die." I approach the two sparring. "Take a water break and come back."

"Yes, ma'am." They both nod and run to their water bottles, chugging it like it's the one thing keeping them alive.

"Let's practice footwork until they come back." I tell the rest of the squad.

"Ma'am? We've already done that." A man says, standing away from the forming line to start footwork exercises.

"Okay? And you can do it again. If you are anything like those two, you'll need it." I turn to face the recruits running the course.

"Ma'am, with all due respect, I am much faster than those two." The same recruit protests. I turn my head to look at him.

"Do you want to put that to the test?" Venom collecting in my mouth as I hold back from completely spewing it.

"Hell yeah." He lines up to run the course.

"Oh no," I grab his arm, "We're sparring."

His eyes get big at that. "But- Ma'am-"

"I thought you said that you were 'much faster than those two'. Prove it. Spar with me," I check his name tag, "Jackson." My eyes hold his, a challenge.

He bristles before straightening up. "Fine. Let's spar."

"Recruits!" I start walking back to the mat, taking off my jacket, "Jackson here has volunteered to do a demonstration on why footwork is important! Especially in hand-to-hand combat, should you ever find yourself in such a situation." I throw my jacket onto a bench, and square myself for sparring. "Jackson? Would you like to start us off?"

He stands on the mat, rolling his shoulders. "Sure. Why not?" He throws an obvious punch, his stance giving him away. I easily sidestep the hit and get under him, hitting his ribs, moving away just as fast as I moved in, circling the man.

"To make this a fair fight, I am allowing you to get punches in. Whether they hit or not is up to you." I tell Jackson, stopping in front of him.

He looks at me with determination in his eyes, swinging his legs out, trying to trip me. Unfortunately, it doesn't quite reach and leaves him open. I put my foot as a stopper against his leg. "Never do that again. It left you wide open. Try again."

His venom starts to gather in his eyes... interesting.

He gets up and gets back into his stance, following my movements. He takes a deep breath, and takes a punch with his non-dominant hand, straight for my face. What? Next thing I know, while I am dodging his non-dominant hand, his dominant follows closely behind it, hitting my cheek.

Well fuck...

I'm on the floor, looking up at him. He looks cocky now. Too soon.

I dart around his feet, throwing him off balance and then launch myself at him, wrapping around him like a python, my legs tight against him. I wrap my arms around his throat in a chokehold and throw us, so he lands on his stomach, taking the brunt of us hitting the bouncy, carpeted flooring. Obviously, I don't want to kill him, so I make sure to move my hands to his back once I notice us going down, so he won't die when we land.

I grab his flapped-out arms and twist them behind his back. "Tap out, Jackson." He quickly starts yapping, "Uncle, uncle, uncle!" tapping me. I get off him, letting go of him.

"And that is why footwork is important! Footwork is not just for being quick but helping develop muscles in your legs you didn't even know were there. That move? The launching move? Dubbed 'The Python' buy your senior squad mates." I stand with Jackson gathering himself a few feet in front of me.

I squat down so I am at eye level with Jackson. "Now, when I say to run the footwork drills, just do it. They do help." I get up, holding his gaze. "Run the drills three times, and Lee, please take Jackson here to the medbay. He's gonna want to get checked out."

"Yes, ma'am." Lee, a male recruit, comes over and supports Jackson, guiding him to the medbay.

I watch the rest of the squad finish filing in line for the drills, and just so happen to see the 141. Fucking assholes...

"Start! Three times!" I bark the directions at my recruits, and head over to the men standing there.

"Hello, gentlemen. Can I help you?" I stand at rest.

"Why do you train your recruits so hard?" The man with the mohawk, callsign Soap, asks, looking concerned for my recruits.

"Recruit Jackson has been arrogant through all of training. Unfortunately, he chose to run his mouth in my court, so to speak." I move my body, so I can see my recruits doing their second round of drills. "Keep it up!"

"In your court, huh?" Skull mask, callsign Ghost, inquires. Clearly looking for more information.

"Yes, sir." I don't give him any.

"Care to elaborate?" Ghost sounds irritated. This is no longer an inquiry but an order.

"A while back, I started doing this launching move. My squad mates dubbed the move 'Python' as I already had my callsign." I explain the bare minimum.

"Ah. So that's what you did to him." Price's voice rumbles from his chest.

"Yes, sir. I am afraid that I went overboard, but nothing was broken when he left, sir."

"No worries, Sergeant. I'm not here about that." Price holds a hand up, stopping me from further explaining.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you here for, sir?" I look at him seriously, breaking my field of vision away from my recruits. Him and his team are getting on my nerves...

"What I've been asking for a while now...

Are you ready to join the 141?... Cherry."

Yippee! I have an idea! Just a small one, but it's gotten me to write this so far... leave a comment if you liked it! Bye bye for now!

[thecutestgrotto]

Hi! I hope you're doing okay! I was hoping you could do a theme for the color red (more specifically currant red) or something based off the general vibe of "Chokehold Cherry Python" by Ashnikko.

Please and thank you in advance!! ❤️

Hey!! So I went with a variety of patterns to give you some options, I think this is the right shade of red? I saw a few different shades claiming to be currant red and I was like 🧐 one of you is an imposter lol. Anyway, hope you like them! (I love me some ashnikko too!) 🩵🌸

Currant Red

[dilemmaart]

chokehold cherry python~

Prologue of sorts to Not a Companion. 🖤

Lyrics come from here:

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

(https://www.tumblr.com/stygiansun-totaleclipse/782633319030554624/horses-head-by-josh-pyke-is-super-mc-and?source=share) hey... U wouldn't mind dropping that Playlist right into our grubby little hands.. Right >:3

I’ve been meaning to make one to post for funsies but this ask gave me the push to actually do it! so here you go >:3 💜

And bc the brain rot is real…um 😰 there’s a lot. Anyway I organized it under the cut👇

MC:

All I Think About Now by Pixies

Familia (ft. Bantu) by Nicki Minaj and Anuel AA, from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

The Dead Come Talking by Roe Kapara

Goodbye by Ramsey, from the series Arcane League of Legends 

Wrecked by Imagine Dragons

You’re Not Welcome by Naethan Apollo

Kieran:

Help I’m Alive by Metric

All Comes Crashing by Metric

rats in my walls by ratbag 

Transcendence by Lindsey Stirling

A Tear in Space (Airlock) by Glass Animals

Big Girls Don’t Cry (Personal) by Fergie

Viva la Vida by Coldplay

Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos

With God On Our Side by K’naan

Alone on a Hill by Silversun Pickups

If I Were You by Nothing But Thieves

Nihm:

The Cave by Mumford and Sons

FEAST by bludnymph

Where is My Mind? by Pixies

Here Comes Your Man by Pixies

Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap

Runaway by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

It’s Alright by Mother Mother

Kill of the Night by Gin Wingmore

exit girl by ratbag

Sleep Will Darken it by R. Missing

Creature Comfort by Arcade Fire

Special Different by Lambrini Girls (with Alektis)

Boys Will be Bugs by cavetown (with Alektis)

Lilith/Lucien:

I’m Only Joking by KONGOS

Wasteland by Royal & the Serpent, from the series Arcane League of Legends

Tales of Dominica by Lil Nas X

Hysteric by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men

Jenny by Studio Killers

Shove It ft. Spank Rock by Santigold (ft Aurynn, pov they tell you to fuck off)

Identity by grandson

Worms by Ashnikko

Thrust by Ashnikko

Halloweenie by Ashnikko

Red by MOTHICA (also Nihm)

Clandestine by Vana

BEG! by Vana

DISGUSTING! by Vana

Fire Meet Gasoline by Sia

ALIVE by Sia

BLEED BUT NEVER DIE by Ecca Vandal

Alibi ft. Pabllo Vittar and Yseult by Sevdaliza

LIGHTS OUT by bludnymph

Hit and Run by Lolo

Samira:

Speed the Collapse by Metric

Snakes by PVRIS & MIYAVI, from the series Arcane League of Legends

In a Spiral by Phantogram

Mister Impossible by Phantogram (with Aurynn)

Attaway by Phantogram

Year of the Snake by Arcade Fire

What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish

Ode To My Family by The Cranberries 

Bluebird by Miranda Lambert

Spinning by GROUPLOVE

Right Back to It by Waxahatchee

WEEDKILLER by Ashnikko

Filthy Rich Nepo Baby by Lambrini Girls

Twenty Seven by Layto

Supermarket by Wetleg

Aurynn:

California Girls by Katy Perry

Super Freaky Girl by Nicki Minaj

Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter

ALIVE AGAIN by Lights

Nothing Left to Say by Imagine Dragons

Little Poor Me by Layto

Sail by AWOLNATION

Ashes of Eden by Breaking Benjamin

I Need a Win by Unlike Pluto

Panic Attacks in Paradise by Ashnikko

Chokehold Cherry Python by Ashnikko

Itchin’ on a Photograph by GROUPLOVE

The Line by Twenty One Pilots, from the series Arcane League of Legends

Telepolartears by R. Missing

Invitation ft. Kodie Shane by Ashnikko

Nihm, Lilith/Lucien, and Aurynn (together):

Keep Some Faith ft. Andrea Storm Kaden by JT Music

Cut the Cord by Shinedown

Paint the Town Blue by Ashnikko, from the series Arcane League of Legends

Let Go by Beau Young Prince, from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

10 x 10 by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

You Make Me Sick by Ashnikko

Cheerleader by Ashnikkko

Worst in Me by Unlike Pluto

Luca/Family:

Welcome to Your Life by GROUPLOVE (Parim and Aurora welcoming their baby sibs to the world :3 ❤️)

Empty Nest by Silversun Pickups (gives me Luca and MC as kids with MCs siblings vibes)

Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Aurora)

Future Starts Slow by The Kills (sibs)

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane (Parim)

Everybody’s Changing by Keane (Parim)

White Wolf:

Big Bad Wolf by In This Moment

Hellhound ft. Jazmin Bean by DeathbyRomy

Wolves at the Door by Bad Seed Rising

Fate:

Anima Nera by lacunacoil

World Eater by Ashnikko

Halloweenie V: The Moss King by Ashnikko

Misc:

Small Bill$ by Regina Spektor (gives me dark theme song vibes)

Anon Submissions:

Horses Head by Josh Pyke (submitted for: MC, Farah, and Nour)

Casual by Chappell Roan (submitted for: AurynnxMC)

Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives (submitted for: Farah and MC)

I Know Those Eyes/This Man is Dead by Thomas Borchert, from The Count of Monte Cristo (submitted for: L?)

We Become We, from Journey to Bethlehem (submitted for: KieranxMC)

Wasted Summers by juju (submitted for: music video, MC and Farah)

Eu Sem Você by Lilian (submitted for: Luca and MC)

[all-mimsy]

A Pathologic 3 Quarantine Fanmix.

(For when you spent your hot girl summer trapped in a time loop fighting the plague.)

KiNG MALA • I Only Smoke To Feel Bad Charli xcx • Sympathy Is A Knife Will Jay • I Need Control UPSAHL • Thriving Ashnikko • Chokehold Cherry Python Lady Gaga • Disease Billie Elish • Therefore I Am Sophie Powers • Better On Mute Lilyisthatyou • RELAX AFTER WORK WITH A DRINK SOFIA ISELLA • Cacao and Cocaine Fionn • I Might Start Smoking Halsey • Ego Rebecca Black • Performer Coyote Kid • Dark Science

... You know, as a child, I never understood sewing machines. How did the needle keep going in and out of the cloth, without ripping out the thread on its way back?