#onebigerrcr

i like to be called. ashtyn / ash

my favorite color is. pink

gender. nonbinary / gender neutral / they them

one thing you should know about me. i work with the homeless

one thing you should know about my muse. he loves candy and sweets .

first language: english

second language: dumbass

HIGHLIGHT:

age range. under 13  |  14–17  |  18–22  | 23–25  |  26–29 |  30+  |  70+

am i okay with NSFW?  yes  |  no  |  sometimes  |  but not for this muse

my favorite/most common thing to RP is.   angst  |  fluff |  smut | crack | action | horror | aus | other

oc friendly?  yes  |  no  |  depends

RP blog   does  |  doesn’t   contain OOC posts.

Ask my muse anything you’d like to know about them.| Always Accepting

“Tv… Sometimes watching D and D…”

Send 🐺 to witness my muse transforming into a werewolf!

The two Scoops Ahoy employees had just clocked out from a Friday night shift, and just as any Friday night at a local mall, the day had been crazy. It wasn’t unusual for Steve to be exhausted on the walk home, even during the time he would spend walking with Robin didn’t help the situation much. This time, something was wrong.

Steve had stopped in his tracks as a sharp pain struck his skull. He had raised a hand to it in attempts to ease the pain, but the more time that went by, the worse this pain became. Steve leaned over, grabbing his knees as he did what he could to endure the pain. “The hell...” 

As time would pass, the pain would begin to spread. First down his neck, then to his chest, and all the way down through each limb. Steve’s heart raced as he dropped to his knees, the pain driving him mad enough to grip his own hair, nearly ripping it out. That’s when it started. The faint sounds of bones cracking and the patches of brown fur that had slowly started growing from his skin.

Steve mumbled, eyes barely blinking awake when he heard Robin speaking to him. He was exhausted, but something was keeping him from getting to a deep, peaceful sleep. “I guess not.” He huffed, adjusting his position slightly in attempt to find something more comfortable. 

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie. 1/5

“Shit.” Steve muttered under his breath, now realizing the predicament he was in. It was the middle of his work shift, almost the time to go on a quick break, and he realized his wallet was no where on his person. 

“Hey, uh... Robin, can you do me a favor?” 

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