#asiphon

@asiphon​ sent                   😏 for the serotonin 

                     send  😏 for my muse to walk in to your muse whilst they masturbate

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPerhaps this entire ordeal could have been avoid had she just knocked on the door before barging in like a ginger tornado; worse case scenario, Josie would have just yelled behind the door that she was busy, or had she received no answer at all, she would have just went looking for her elsewhere. However, none of that happened ― and so, when the slayer pushed the door open with the grim-moire she had stolen from the nasty demon she had slayed earlier on that night, all too eager to show the brunette witch, Jo still in place as the image before her slowly set in; Josie, naked on the bed, with her one hand gently caressing her fair skin whilst the other traveled down to places that the slayer willed herself to look away before she got the chance to see. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It wasn’t that Jo didn’t find her attractive; the exact opposite, actually, the slayer thought that the siphon was. . . amazing, to say the very least. And seeing that very person, doing something that might as well be taken straight out of her ( alleged ) fantasies had her MALFUNCTIONING.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAzure hues grew double their size whilst her gaping mouth opened and closed in an attempt to find the words to explain herself, but none would dare come out. Willing the book to the side of her head, as if to grand the witch some privacy, the redhead finally turned her back on her and cleared her throat, just as her cheeks started to tint a bright red colour which was soon to spread to her ears. Jesus, how could she talk her way out of this one ? ❛ I ―  ❜ She started, clearing her throat as if she could swallow down the nervousness as well as the hoarse in her voice. ❛ Brought ― brought you a magic spell book. ❜ A wave of the book at that.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Fuck.

❝ Josie, Josie, Josie, look at me! ❞  

Palms clasped on her jaw, Hayley forces the girl to look at her, tries to catch her gaze. Her heart is thumping  —  pattering, thundering, boom boom in her chest and in her ears and in her throat. She hadn’t seen it, hadn’t even heard the gunshot. But there’s blood, so much blood, too much blood. Oh God, what if —

It’s only with incredible restraint that she resists shaking Josie’s shoulders to get a reaction. That’d make her worse, she has to remind herself. Has to take a deep breath. This is far from the first murder she’s had to face, let alone merely attempted, but it’s  —

Hope’s face flashes before her eyes. 

No, she’d never be able to explain this to her daughter. She’d never want to witness Hope try to survive this loss. She’d never want to do it herself either. Josie’s too important to them. 

Eleven.

She remembers how that day felt, standing at the window and watching as a giant bouncy castle was inflated and caterers wheeled in an enormous cake decorated with Josie and Lizzie’s names. She had been trying so hard to be good, had been practicing her meditation, had been dutifully attending her therapy sessions with Miss Tig. She also remembers Caroline and Alaric arguing in hushed tones behind her, one insisting that she be allowed to attend the party that literally everyone else in the school had been invited to, and the other not wanting to ruin his daughters’ birthday party. 

There had only been a feeling of dread as Caroline took her hand, despite Alaric’s grumbling behind them, and Hope still remembers the hush that fell over the crowd as the three of them appeared at the edge of the party. Lizzie’s face quickly morphed into an ugly scowl, and Josie? Josie looked like Hope had simultaneously fulfilled and shattered her dreams in a single instant, and that, more than anything else, made her gut twist. 

The rest was a blur of screams and magic, shouts of disgust and the scent of burnt rubber, and Hope was being led away by Alaric, hand clamped tightly around her upper arm as he pulled the tribrid into his office to lecture her. Even if Caroline had stepped in after a solid ten minutes, and Alaric had apologized by getting her ice cream and letting her roam around a local art exhibit, it was not enough to wipe away the feeling in her chest when she thought about Josie’s face when she saw Hope. 

positivity time // @asiphon

that one guy who's making a musical about the odysseus on tiktok voice: unmatched, witty and king of the best graphics that i've seen!

honestly though, i do so adore writing with you. whether it's on josie, on hope. on codie, on your multi or on discord. it doesn't matter which muse you pick up - whether i know of them or not, whether they're a canon or an oc - i know they'll be in good hands.

thank you for being my friend and for allowing me the space to grow and learn. i am hugging you right now immediately, or high fiving you right now immediately. whichever you prefer.

ANONYMOUSLY OR NOT, TELL ME SOMETHING YOU LIKE ABOUT MY MUSE/BLOG

I’m always so truly blown away anytime someone has anything nice to say about my writing or portrayal of Hope, I have this need to ask “are you sure you’re talking to the right Ace”. I’m only as good as I am because I have amazing partners like you and Ace, you know. You both push me to be better and talking with you and swapping headcanons back and forth, it helps me grow as a writer. I can’t sit here and say my success is truly all my own, not with two amazing people like you guys in my life. being with you two really does make me better (and worse sometimes, my sleep schedule has suffered lol). You are so amazing and talented and I just strive to be worthy of being your partner. I don’t know what I would do without you and Ace, truly, I would not be as comfortable and happy as I am right now.