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eviltransswag · 9 months

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Ashiok Information Post

Nightmare Gender (they/them) and uses their nightmare powers for Evil, such as making most of a plane fall into a slumber, making a god for funsies to scare the other gods, and sending a seriously homoerotic letter to a repressed knight lesbian (Elspeth Tirel)

Non-binary nightmare artist who travels the multiverse causing the most fucked up trauma they can to whoever would be most entertaining. They once created a new god from zero just to spread bad vibes and make everyone in that world who lived in cities to suffer mad anxiety and dread about living somewhere a bunch of other people also live.

Nightmare creature with the coolest outfits

Ashiok does nightmares to people for fun.

Ashiok is a nonbinary planeswalker and powerful magic user who travels the multiverse giving people nightmares and creating monsters from those nightmares. Their head lacks the top half of their face and they have gnarly horns and constant billowing smoke in its place. Ashiok is genderless and mysterious. They revel in being unknowable and incomprehensible to those around them. They dress in flowing silks with all kinds of leather belts and golden ornamentation, and they have six inch claws. Ashiok has so far only been a side villain, but they've accomplished some nasty things in their career. We first met them on Theros, the greek mythology inspired plane. Ashiok manipulated some of the plane's cultures into a small war, made a deal with the god of deception, caused the birth of a new, nightmare-fueled god, Cacophony (didn't last, but pretty impressive), and plotted to curse the entire plane into eternal sleep before being foiled. After all that, Ashiok found the planeswalker Elspeth Tirel in the underworld, and learned about New Phyrexia from her nightmares. (For those not familiar with Magic, Phyrexia is kind of like the Borg, but with necromancy and body horror and religion. They're the game's ultimate antagonists.) As a reward, they gave her nightmares of the divine spear that killed her, which eventually allowed her to fight her way out of the underworld and back to life. So Ashiok goes to New Phyrexia, because giving nightmares to the undreaming, unstoppable machine that the rest of the multiverse has nightmares about sounds like the greatest challenge they'll ever have. They start interfering with the mind of Elesh Norn, Mother of Machines, figurehead and ruler of New Phyrexia, and end up not only forcing her to dream, but to have nightmares about Elspeth Tirel, telling Elesh Norn that this one planeswalker is the only feasible threat to Phyrexia's might. Elesh Norn ends up so obsessed that just the possibility of Elspeth's presence at the final battle throws off her entire war strategy and leads to her downfall while Ashiok cackles from behind the scenes. Now, Ashiok is one of the few planeswalkers who's retained the ability to planeswalk, and the next upcoming set is rumored to feature them as the primary antagonist for the first time.

They travel into other people's dreams in order to observe or give their targets nightmares, including inducing horrifying visions to Elesh Norn, an overarching villain and who is a terrifying entity in her own right. They do this mostly because they can. They are a nonbinary body horror cenobitic....entity. AND they're hot.

Pulling a Bush in 2000 on this bitch

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soap-lady · 5 months

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Being productive? Not when there's fanfic to write

@angelqueen13art @idreamtofmanderleyagain @tenebrare

Well, here you go. It's a little rough but I hope you guys like it.

Hot Dad Shopping

“I don’t understand,” Elliot said as he allowed Kirsty and Tiffany to pull him closer to the assemblage of department stores known as a “Mall”. My wardrobe is perfectly adequate. I don’t need much and your father’s clothes are in good condition-”

“We need a new wardrobe for Tiffany anyway,” Kirsty reminded him as she nodded at her new little sister. “Sure, it’s a private school and she’ll have to wear a uniform but she’ll need clothes for after school and weekends. Cute stuff.”

The blonde girl could get away with wearing the few pieces they’d managed to scrounge for her during the summer but with school about to start she’d need better clothes. It was a posh school and Kirsty didn’t want her made fun of by her classmates.

“It’ll be fun!” Tiffany was looking forward to some cute new clothes for herself, especially those she could pick out on her own. She was equally looking forward to seeing how Elliot would look in new clothes.

“I love my dad,” Kirsty couldn’t stop herself from referring to him in the present tense. “But he had little to no sense of style. He tends to wear the same clothes he bought ten years ago unless I or…his wife bought him something.” Her smile turned a little awkward. “They’re old fashioned and don’t fit you quite right.”

Elliot was taller and leaner than Larry Cotton and so the dead man’s clothes were ill-fitting. Still he hated to complain or spend money on something he already had. “Really, Kirsty. I can see buying Tiffany school clothing but it’s perfectly all right for me to wear your father’s clothing-”

“It really isn’t,” she interrupted with a polite but troubled smile and turned away from him, still leading the charge to an upscale department store that started with an “N”.

Elliot understood. To wear Larry’s clothing must be a constant reminder to his daughter that the man wasn’t here to wear them himself. Plus, to Kirsty’s mind it must be as if he were wearing the man’s skin and she didn’t need a reminder of that. He mumbled “sorry” and Tiffany changed the subject. “So, who are we shopping for first? Me or Elliot?”

He was grateful to her. “Ladies first, naturally. I’m sure I won’t need much anyway.”

Both young women looked at him and gave him a “aw, he’s cute when he’s naive” look and continued into the “Juniors” section.

Tiffany oohed over some dresses but Kirsty brought her over to a circular display of trousers. “Dresses are great and we’ll get to them but it’s good to start with some basics.” Clothes shopping was one of the few things her former stepmother had bothered to teach her and the woman even relaxed a bit the few times they’d gone out together. “You want some separates that you can build into a lot of different outfits. Start with pants, jeans and skirts if you like them and add blouses, tees and sweaters, maybe a jacket or two. Then we can move on to shoes and accessories and um,” she bit her lip, knowing Elliot was listening. “New undergarments. We’ll get you measured for a proper fit.”

“I’ll excuse myself during that part of the trip, if neither of you ladies mind,” he was sure under clothing had changed since his day, Cenobites never bothered to wear any, and he’d rather not watch his underaged ward pick them out. He found himself wondering what men wore these days.

Tiffany nodded and together she and Kirsty picked out a few trousers in neutral shades and a few others in bright colors. Elliot found himself being used as a living clothing rack as they moved on to blouses and other tops and located a sales representative to lead them to a dressing room. To her credit, the woman didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow at the strange little family but unlocked a door for Tiffany. She hung an “in use” sign above the door and gave them all a professional smile (lingering a bit on Elliot) and gave them some privacy.

The next hour was spent approving or rejecting certain outfits. Elliot found it strange to see a young girl in trousers but Kirsty teased him about “wearing the same thing for nearly a century” and he gave up. He was glad to see that their faux arguments made Tiffany giggle and he loved hearing it. The poor child had had little joy in the past year or so and he was glad to see her enjoy herself. Even if it was at his expense.

“Just you wait until it’s your turn,” he told Kirsty. “I will give you the exact amount of grief you’ve given me.”

“Bring it on, Captain”, she taunted and Tiffany laughed again.

The salesperson occasionally brought in suggestions, like a sleeveless dress and a turtleneck to be worn underneath it. She also brought a jumpsuit and a coordinating cardigan, a few knee length pleated skirts, and a belted pea coat. She also brought in some leggings and a big puffy jacket with a hood. After selecting nearly everything Tiffany tried on and liked they moved on to shoes. She would need some flats and loafers for school, sneakers for PE, and some low-heeled dress shoes. Then came belts and purses.

The last item Tiffany would need is the aforementioned undergarments and Elliot wandered over to the men’s department to select his own.

*****

A young man wearing a nametag that read “Arthur” nearly pounced on him as soon as he’d crossed over. “Hello, sir? Are you shopping for yourself or someone else today?”

“Myself,” Elliot was feeling a little flustered at the man’s overly friendly behavior. He hadn’t been to a tailor’s in decades and those were usually private discrete appointments either at home or at the shop, not as part of a crowd. He lowered his voice and said, “I’m looking for…undergarments.”

The man’s eyes lit up and he looked Elliot over. “So! What kind? Boxers? Briefs? Maybe some boxer briefs?” The young man’s grin turned sly. “Bikinis?”

“Er…boxers I think,” Elliot decided. “Perhaps some boxer briefs as well, please.”

The salesperson looked slightly disappointed but still smiled. “Of course, sir. Just step into the dressing room and I’ll measure you for size.”

“Yes, thank you,” Elliot smiled politely and followed the younger man.

After some careful (and exact) measuring, especially in his inseam, the salesperson determined that Elliot was a “medium” and brought him several different styles that would “flatter that lean, swimmer’s body you have”. He also brought over some undershirts and socks. Elliot paid for everything with the credit card Kirsty had given him. She told him cash was impractical and carrying around large bills was ill-advised.

The salesperson rang up all his purchases and slipped his business card into one of the bags in case Elliot ever needed some style consulting. He’d just taken his bags when Kirsty and Tiffany came over with a few rolling suitcases.

“This place doesn’t have silly things like shopping carts so we bought something to take everything home in.” She handed him a large case that nearly came up to his hip. “We got one for you too.”

The salesperson gave Tiffany a polite smile, his eyes roaming over Kirsty just as they had over Elliot. “Aw, family shopping day?”

“In a way,” Kirsty answered before Elliot could think of something. She pointed between Tiffany and Elliot. “They’re cousins. I’m just their friend turned landlord.”

“Ah,” the other man nodded in understanding. “I should have guessed they were related. They have the same beautiful blue eyes.”

“Blue eyes do run in my family,” Elliot agreed. It wasn’t a lie, just misdirection.

“And now my dear platonic friend Elliot,” Kirsty told the salesperson with a wink, “needs a new wardrobe. Any suggestions?”

She had clearly made the man’s Christmas. “Tons!” She couldn’t tell if the man was more excited for his possible commission, or the fact that Elliot was currently single. “Why don’t you go back to the dressing room, sir? The ladies and I will bring you some pieces you’re sure to love!”

“C’mon, cousin,” Tiffany smiled at him. “Let us pick out some outfits for you. It’ll be fun!”

He grumbled under his breath about torture but complied.

His three personal shoppers threw clothing over the top of the dressing room door at him; trousers in every color they could find, denim trousers called “jeans”, lightweight khaki pants called chinos, turtlenecks, jumpers, button downs in every color, an olive jacket with large buttons down the front, a navy jacket with a zip up the front and a leather black jacket with a faux fur collar that reminded him of the kind of jackets pilots used to wear.

The young man also fitted him with three different suits; one gray, one black, and another in navy. They then moved on to shoes; casual shoes, trainers, and dress shoes. He also allowed Kirsty to talk him into buying a watch. She’d bought all of them mobile phones so the watch was just for effect and he liked it all the same. The salesperson also recommended belts and ties, even a wallet or two..

Somehow the clothes he’d had on when he came in disappeared so he exited the dressing room in a navy button down with the first two buttons undone and a pair of khaki chinos. He also decided to match the outfit with some casual loafers. He adjusted the cuffs of the shirt sleeves, feeling a bit out of his element. “So, how do I look?”

“Hot!” Tiffany blurted out before she could stop herself. “You look like a hot dad.”

Kirsty nodded. “A really young, hot dad. Like, unbelievably young to have a teenager type of dad.”

The salesperson agreed. “Oh yes, it’s totally you. And very on-trend. Think of John Legend or Ryan Reynolds. They both have the Hot Dad look down pat.” He sighed. “You’ll turn heads and break hearts. Trust me.”

Elliot thought he was much too old and too experienced to be able to blush but the idea of drawing attention to himself as plain old Elliot Spencer, the man he hadn’t been in decades was a bit of an adjustment. A flattering one.

The salesperson wrapped up his purchases and accepted payment. His smile was very eager and not altogether professional. “Anything else I can help you with today, Mister…” he glanced at the name on the card. “…Spencer?”

He thought they’d all had quite enough fun at his expense. “For myself, no,” he clapped an all too friendly hand on Kirsty’s shoulder. “But my dear Miss Cotton has yet to have bought anything for herself, sans the luggage of course. Can you direct us to some lovely clothing for her?”

Kirsty glared at him but he pretended not to see. Her altruism was commendable but he wouldn’t allow her to neglect herself. Nor would he miss the opportunity to tease her as well.

The young man sighed. “Women’s clothing isn’t my area and my coworkers can be a little…territorial.” He seemed disappointed he couldn’t pick out clothes for Kirsty as well. Then he brightened. “Amy is working today and she’s a sweetheart. I trained her myself so you know she’s good. Follow me.”

*****

They made their way over to the women’s department and their salesperson introduced them to a young redhead, the aforementioned Amy. After he’d walked back to his own department she gave Kirsty a look of dismay. “Oh, sweetie. Who hurt you?”

“Lost most of my clothes in a house fire,” she told the saleswoman bluntly. Elliot blinked at her response but Tiffany just nodded in agreement. He mentally shrugged. It was better and easier than the truth.

The saleswoman looked horrified. “I’m so sorry! Well, I’m glad you’re alright. Let’s put together a replacement wardrobe. What would you like to start with?”

Kirsty shot Elliot a mocking glance. If he thought she’d take his teasing without a fight he clearly didn’t know her. “Lingerie.”

His eyebrows rose as he briefly imagined her…in things…they’d passed rows of women’s underclothing, skimpier than he remembered and he told himself he was being judgemental. “Yes, well. In the meantime Tiffany and I will pick out some outer clothing for you to try, if that’s all right.”

“Oh, great idea. That’ll save time.” Amy answered for Kirsty and took out her measuring tape. Let’s just go in the dressing room and I’ll get your size.”

Tiffany and Elliot went to the sales floor to pick clothes for Kirsty. He initially grabbed a paisley blouse as a joke but Tiffany grabbed it out of his hands and put it back on the rack. “She didn’t pick anything ugly for you. Don’t pick ugly shit for her,” she admonished and he felt ashamed for being petty.

Once she saw his understanding she gave him a grin and a conspiratorial wink. “Let’s pick pretty things but let’s pick a lot.” *****

And a lot they did pick out. First a camel colored trench coat for the upcoming chillier weather, then some button up blouses in colors they knew Kirsty liked. Tiffany found some pretty patterned skirts and maxi skirts she thought would look nice with solid tops and Elliot added them to their pile. Next were a few cardigans and turtlenecks that could be layered, plus some tailored trousers. Tiffany threw in a blazer and some denim jeans and a jacket or two. Neither of them knew what size shoe Kirsty wore but they did find some socks, belts and bags they thought she’d like.

Amy popped out of the dressing room, took their selections, and added a casual dress and some t-shirts and camisoles as well. Elliot also thought she’d look nice in a boatneck shirt with horizontal stripes, like some of the French girls he’d met in the past. Last came some sweaters and they decided Kirsty could pick her own shoes.

Kirsty finally came out of the dressing room wearing something Tiffany and Elliot had selected for her; a plain t-shirt with wide-legged trousers and an aviator jacket similar to the one she picked out for Elliot. Her clothes were also mysteriously gone. She looked at both of them. “Well?”

“It suits you,” Elliot managed after a few tries.

Tiffany did a few slow circles around Kirsty and rubbed her face. “Not Hot Dad style but I think the Cool Big Sis look is perfect for you.”

Everyone agreed and after Kirsty had picked out some sneakers, loafers, and dress heels for herself Amy had rung her up and they put all her purchases in the rolling suitcases. Kirsty sighed and looked at her friends.

“Shopping’s done. Who wants lunch and ice cream?”

Tiffany raised hers and Elliot’s hands while Kirsty told Elliot all about the joys of Haagen-Dazs.

#Pinsty #kirsty cotton #hellraiser #domestic fluff #Tiffany is their daughter/little sister #Captain Elliot Spencer is human catnip

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