I posted 216 times in 2021
203 posts reblogged (94%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 15.6 posts.
I added 43 tags in 2021
- #ivory-paragon - 13 posts
- #thread; tbd - 8 posts
- #thread; dentist date - 5 posts
- #meme - 5 posts
- #just asher things - 4 posts
- #terrible first meeting starters - 2 posts
- #send in 📜 and i’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. - 2 posts
- #send “pain is weakness leaving the body” and i will randomly generate how your muse will find mine - 2 posts
- #how . . . how long have i neglected my asks? - 1 posts
- #who knows - 1 posts
Longest Tag: 98 characters
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
"I got popits. Wanna put them under the toilet seats in the mens room?"
To say that the voice suddenly sounding from the doorway scared him wouldn't have been that far off. It certainly startled him into dropping what he was holding in his hand. That poor bottle of soda skyrocketed its contents into the air, drenching the poor Turk in front of the newest addition to the office.
"If you'll let me change clothes first, sure. Seems like a better start to the day than this."
#4
“Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!”
There was no storm. There was no logical reason for the power in the building to have gone out. But there he stood in pitch-black darkness, staring ahead into the void. The flashlight dangled in one hand, his phone up to his ear in the other.
"Do your job. Search the building. Stop whining."
Just a little 'click' and he was groaning. Grumbling escaped him as he properly held the flashlight, flicking it on. The beam illuminated the long hallway. Somehow, it looked even more dangerous. Just to be safe, his EMR slowly came out of his pocket and rested in his other hand.
Two floors cleared, this was the stupidest game of hide and seek he had ever played. Anyone with enough intelligence over him would have snuck past him. Might even be chilling near the entrance just to taunt him.
Just as he was about to give up, he heard something. A small shuffle. Like someone had been peeking out at him and too quickly moved to hide again. Eyes narrowing, he devised a plan to circle back around, give them a false sense of security. A couple minutes later, flashlight off so he wouldn't be seen, he snuck up on the other.
And when he was right up on them, shined the flashlight in their face.
"Got you, you little punk."
“Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!”
"Shut the fuck up. Maybe if you didn't run off and hide, this wouldn't have been a problem. Come on, let's go."
#3
Forbidden Fruit
There was a dim light bleeding in through slits in the curtain. The only other source of light in the room was the faint glow of a cigarette. In the distance, perhaps in another room, there was an obscure hum of music playing. Were it at any other volume, it might have been considered loud. Obnoxious. What was it that had been said about the kind of music he liked to listen to? It’s not his fault that metal was the only kind that drowned out all the ghosts of his past.
Outside the storm raged on, the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the window. A flash of lightning overwhelmed the lamp and bled through the cracks in the curtain. Ever so briefly, a man was illuminated. Flaming red hair. Black suit. White shirt. Darkness fell upon him again. Another flash of lightning revealed more about him. Bandages across his nose, one on his cheek. Wrapped around his chest, his forearm. No more worse for wear than usual.
A deep inhale brightened the cancer stick betwixt his fingers. An exhale later and a billow of smoke covered his face. A small cough followed suit before a groan escaped. Eyes closed, his mind began to wonder. What had brought him here on a night like this? Painful memories and a need to forget.
Leather creaked as the body began to shift, the free hand reaching for something. A small device was produced and a thump began to navigate through the different apps and screens. Eventually, he found what he was looking for and opened a text message, addressing it to a particular person. But this was where he hesitated. What was he going to say?
[txt]: Do you remember the night when we first met?
There was a moment of hesitation, thumb hovering over send. A sigh escaped him and his phone was placed on his knee. Did he want to send that? Was it even worth it? A small ten minute argument was had with himself. The message was sent and he sat there, waiting. The recipient was probably asleep anyway. Not like he would get a response.
The redhead shifted in his seat, sinking further into it. His eyes slowly fell shut, sleep beginning to take him at last. However, his body jolted awake at the sound of a gunshot. The only reason he didn't draw his own was the vibration on his knee. A response? This late at night? Interesting.
[txt]: Idiot, do you know what time it is?
Eyes darted over to the clock on the wall. In the darkness, he couldn't see. A flash of lightning two minutes later told him it was somewhere around three in the morning. Why he didn't just look at his phone? Probably because he was too busy thinking of other things.
[txt]: I still remember the taste of you on my lips.
It seemed far too risky to be talking like this. So why? The man could just blame it on being drunk. Figured that would be the retort that he got back. But after five minutes he figured he was being ignored. Not a surprise. Not even in the slightest.
"Should have known better than to send that. Fuck, what are you thinking, Reno?"
That's just it that. He wasn't thinking. Instinct had kicked in at this point. His fingers were moving mechanically on their own. Maybe he should just take a shower. Get clean, get himself into bed. A good night's rest should put him back on track.
His phone was on the coffee table. The Turk had finally managed to stand up, stretch. His bones, joints, popped and ached. Maybe, just maybe, he should stop getting into street fights in Wall Market when he was feeling destructive. There had to be a better way of dealing with his frustrations.
[txt]: Is this why you aren't sleeping? You're reminiscing?
That. That wasn't the response he expected. Stunned, his brain scrambled around in an attempt to figure out what to say. His voice stammered as if he could be heard. What, what was he supposed to say?
[txt]: You've never known the feelings you brought out in me. You opened up my cage and set my spirit free.
Stop. These were personal thoughts. Private feelings. Things to be kept secret, never to see the light of day. If anyone were to learn of these things, they could be used against him. So why . . .
[txt]: Are you suggesting that I put you back into it? Perhaps some time locked in a cage will set you right.
Heh. Of course, they would say that. Why wouldn't they say that? That had to be the most appropriate thing said or done all night.
[txt]: I just wish I could go back to the place and time.
Relive that night over and over again. Do some things differently. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be spending the night alone if he had changed even a slight thing. But it hadn't been anything to do with that night. It had been events that had transpired afterward. Those were the things that he wished he could change the most.
As if that idiot didn't know. Ugh. Reno would have preferred a verbal conversation now. The ability to speak without thinking would have been great. Damn the consequences at that point. This whole text conversation made him have to analyze every little thing he wanted to say and it was digging at him the entire time.
[txt]: Watch the way you move under the neon lights.
Not the riskiest thing he had ever sent. But it was pretty high up there. Wouldn't have doubted the recipient wasn't the only one reading these. What must they be talking about? What were the chances they were even alone right now?
[txt]: Is that right? Is that all?
If he didn't get a pink slip in the morning for this alone, he would be surprised. Thumbs idled just above the screen. What was he supposed to do now?
[txt]: I still think of you when I'm alone at night.
Take that however one willed it. Here he was, sitting in the dark of his apartment during a thunderstorm, smoking. No alcohol. Just some quiet time alone with his thoughts. If he'd been drunk, maybe he would have gone right to sleep and bypassed all of this. Then no one would have to know of his one weakness.
A response arrived, but not how he figured it would come. A name and picture flashed on his screen, a loud gunshot ringing through his living room. His eyes merely stared at the vibrating device until it stopped. "One Missed Call" flashed on the screen. A couple of seconds later, a text message popped up.
[txt]: Answer your phone. I won't call again if you ignore it.
A few seconds later, it rang again. He answered it before the gunshot even had time to cock.
"If I make a dinner reservation for tonight around 8pm, do you think you can show up in one piece?"
"S-sure. Where we going, Boss?"
"Just meet me in my office. That's all you have to do."
"Alright, yeah. Yeah, I can do that."
"Now get some sleep, Reno. I won't forgive you if you fall asleep on me during our meal."
There was an audible click from the call hanging up. There was a small smile creeping along his lips as he shook his head.
"Heh. Of course, Boss. Whatever you want. Your wish is my command."
Leaving his phone to charge on his nightstand, the Turk decided a shower before bed wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Guess who, it's me. Ya boy. Back with another short inspired by a song I've been listening to. Forbidden Fruit by Hallway Swimmers. It felt really good to be writing something again.
#2
What's up everyone? Asher here.
You might have noticed the overwhelming lack of activity from me over the last few months. Been quietly dealing with medical problems and family stuff.
I've mostly just been trying to feel better in my own little ways. Quite honestly though, I miss being here and writing with and talking to everyone. I'm not quite out of the woods just yet, but I will be soon.
Just wanted to let everyone know that I am okay. I plan on getting back to things and the like soon.
Hope you all have good days and nights and all that good stuff. You're always welcome to talk to me here or on discord.
#1
Hey Bitches, I Lived
So ya boy ended up having to get emergency surgery. Turns out my gallbladder was a lot worse off than previously thought and it needed to come out now.
So I’ve been recovering the last couple days. I’d say that I’m mostly recovered. Just some minor lingering pain. Other than that, I’m pretty good.
So hopefully now that I’m now no longer potentially actually dying, I can get to everyone/everything again.
So hit me up with asks or threads or tag me in shit. Or let me know and I'll tag you in shit. Just whatever works. I'm eager to kick start my recovery.
