ASHWEB

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The creation of ASHWEB is inspired by the oldweb and neocities/nekoweb websites. Although ASHWEB is made on CARRD, one day, once I've learned enough about HTML and CSS, it might get transferred over to neocities!

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Welcome to my kinlist! "To kin" someone means to identify partly or fully with a character, whether in this lifetime or in past lifetimes. The characters below are fictional characters I partly/fully identify with :D

Published August 25, 2025THIS LETTER IS CLASSIFIED AND IS RESERVED FOR THE EYES OF CAPTAIN SELEEN NYMPHODORIASeptember 8, 2025Dear Captain Nymphodoria,I trust this letter finds you in good health and steady command. This is Captain Aida Slaine writing from behalf of the western Jupiter District in Alortis Port. I am reaching out to provide you with an update regarding your recent order of safety equipment.As you will recall, one week ago, you ordered us to ship safety equipment to your district, namely the eastern Neptune District in Lipid Port. The original schedule projected that the shipment would arrive by December of 2025. Unfortunately, there had been a major security breach in our district involving the TAKO CLAN. This has caused major setbacks in our operations, including our logistics. We foresee that the shipment will be delayed for at least a couple of months more. Once our systems are stabilized and operations resume, I will personally ensure that you are informed of the updated shipping schedule without delay. In the meantime, your payment has been securely credited to our records, and your request remains active within our system. I deeply regret the inconvenience this situation may cause for your district and appreciate your patience and understanding during this unexpected disruption. Should you require assistance, or if there are particular safety concerns that must be addressed urgently, please do not hesitate to contact me directly. However, it would greatly delight me if you contacted me regardless of whether or not you needed something. Seleen, I long for you–everyday I do. Have you grown tired of me, Seleen? I understand. Gone are the days where we would pick up seashells by the seashore, aren’t they? Your dreams of becoming a captain have been fulfilled, and so have mine, but you send me away to a completely different district where I don't see even a sliver of your form. Why is this, my dear Seleen? Whatever happened to becoming captains, side by side, you and I? Every waking moment I dream of a life that could have been. To command with you, instead of being six-hundred miles away from you! And yet, I cannot find it within myself to silence these words. My heart compels me to write them, Seleen. My heart yearns for you. You were never just a fellow officer to me–never just a friend–is that what you thought of me this whole time, Seleen? A friend? How about the kiss we shared on graduation day, our hand-holding endeavour on the ship to the Pluto District? And what of the promise that we would get married? I don’t understand you. I don’t think I ever did to be honest. You never. . . expressed what you wanted. And that made me feel selfish. Seleen, did you ever even love me? I always made the effort to get close to you, but now that I think about it, you never made the same efforts. My heart aches. Part of me hopes that you order from us to... let me know you’re still there, waiting for me. Part of me hopes that you will send me a letter with no more but two words: “come home.” But please, Seleen. I am suffering. Stop ordering your supplies from us if you have no intention of seeing me again. The Pluto District will gladly deliver your district safety supplies.That being said, on the matter of official business, I will continue to oversee your order until it is resolved. Despite current complications, I assure you that our district remains committed to fulfilling your needs, and I will update you the moment circumstances allow shipment to resume. Thank you again for your patience, and I remain at your service should you require further assistance.With respect and commitment,
Captain Aida Slaine
Western Jupiter District, Alortis Port

Published August 25, 2025I will hold you close to me, Pertinax. I’ll keep you warm. What is my favourite thing about you, you ask? Oh Pertinax, it’s your eyes. The faint glimmer in your eyes is what I love about you the most. Will you show it to me one last time? I remember when I first laid my eyes on you. I thought I was looking at heaven itself. I remember how the sunlight reached your face so gracefully, how can such features exist in a mere man? Oh, what am I saying? You aren’t the slightest bit “mere” Pertinax, you are far from it! The exact opposite. I could find you in a crowd so easily, dear Pertinax, for your beauty exists the laws of physics–I can feel your beauty as if it were temperature, a gust of wind–it exceeds the human’s normal senses! Am I rambling too much, Pertinax? Please forgive me, I need to let out everything I have kept in my heart. Do you remember that one day, you hung out with a certain colleague of ours? Well, do you remember that when you came to see me that day, I was angry at you? It was because on that day, it had already been a year since we shared our first kiss. Did you forget? Did you not know? Well, it doesn’t matter now. Now that I think of it, it was such a petty reason to–I’m sorry? It isn’t a petty reason? Is it just fine that I was upset over that? Oh well, then maybe I should’ve expressed my disappointment to you. I know if I did, you would spoil me a tonne. Haha, isn’t that correct? I can’t control myself around you, Pertinax. You give me butterflies. Do you remember in our early days, whenever I would bring you bread, you would take the bread without touching my hands? Oh I remember how I longed for your touch back then. I would hold the bread differently every time I gave it to you. I was hoping that I would eventually find a way to feel your touch. And do you remember when I would greet you, “Good morning, Sir Pertinax,” and you wouldn’t even bat an eyelid? It’s always been me who has loved you first, Pertinax. And I tried, time and time again to lure your attention. Oh, how grateful I am for my past self. I remember the day you finally talked to me, I know I looked composed, but I must have been blushing and squealing silently under my mask. I remember exactly what you said. “Morning, Aurelianus.” My whole life I had always thought that my name sounded oh so horrible. It was only after I heard it straight out of your lips when I finally loved my name. Only after I heard it from your mouth did I love my name. Will you say my name one more time, Pertinax? Just before you go? Just once more is all I ask... What am I saying, I’ve gone crazy. Pertinax, what will I do without you, Pertinax? Oh please tell me. Please stay for longer, let me see the glimmer in your eyes one last time. I just want to see it. The same glimmer I saw when you first looked at me in the eyes. Pertinax, if I could live again, I would do anything to change this situation. I would go so far as to offer my head if it meant you could keep yours. The glimmer in your eyes is too beautiful to be lost.

Published August 21, 2025it had been a quiet morning at the docks. the sun was late to rise, as if it too had grown tired of the river. but the fisherman went out anyway, as he always did—grumbling about nets and rope and how his boat creaked more than his knees.when he came back, though, his boat was different. heavy, dragging, the nets straining with something they were not meant to hold. he pulled and pulled until his arms went weak, and at last it rolled onto the deck—a shape. not a fish, not a man. yet it sang.oh, how it sang!the fisherman swore the song was a hymn, or a prayer, or maybe only a hum—but he couldn’t tell, because it wormed straight into his teeth, into the bones of his skull. “quiet!” he begged the thing, though he was alone. he threw a tarp over it, and still the song seeped through the cloth, the boards, the water.by the time he reached the shore, the whole town had heard it.“did you hear that?” one boy asked, tugging at his mother’s skirt. “a flute?”“no flute,” the blacksmith muttered, ears ringing.by nightfall, the tavern was in chaos. the fisherman, pale and shaking, slammed his mug on the table. “it sang,” he spat, “i tell you it sang! even now, it sings! you can’t hear it?”and some of them could. one woman gasped into her drink, “i did hear it, last night. a lullaby, soft as the tide. i swear i did.”“a lullaby? pah!” the butcher’s wife hissed. “that was no lullaby—it was weeping. don’t you hear the sorrow in it?”but another voice piped up, quiet and fearful: “i thought it was laughing…”the room grew still at that.laughter. from the nets. from the river. from the thing.the fisherman buried his face in his hands. “you don’t understand,” he groaned, “i can’t sleep. the song—it’s in me. even when i cover my ears. even when i close my mouth. even when i dream. i’ll go mad, i swear i will.”“then show us!” cried a man from the crowd. “show us what you caught!”a murmur rippled through the tavern, but the fisherman only shook his head. “i burned it,” he said, “i dragged it to the shore, poured oil on it, lit it aflame. the smoke went black as sin.”a pause. then, “and did the singing stop?”the fisherman did not answer.instead, he rose, his mug clattering to the floor. “close your windows,” he whispered. “bolt your doors. the river remembers. it has a voice now.”and as he stumbled out into the night, the town sat in silence. until—oh, until—the youngest boy, the one with ears sharp as foxes, began to hum.the same song.

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