#ash's writing

[silverhallow]

holy shit... 240 of my works were scraped AI....

Thank you @ao3scrapesearch for sharing the tool for me to check.

So... based on that, I am sadly putting ALL my works on registered users only. if anyone where reads my AO3 works without an account and doesn't want one, please contact me and i'll try and send you the work privately

[ghostdoodlen]

It's been driving me crazy the fact that there's so little Marcus Davenport fics in the Lab Rats fandom?? Anything I find is just smut in general with every character, and that's nice but I want EMOTIONS AND FEELINGSS. I want my heart ripped out and to be sobbing. I want to find Marcus, rebuild him, and give him all the love he should've had in the first place.

So I wrote this beginning in hopes of finally giving him a parental figure. Let's hope I stick to it.

Treasure

You are the partner of Davenport Industries with your own establishing company. Anything to exist, you could supply. Might have been the crow in you, but collecting stuff was satisfying and knowing it was being out to use was a joy.

However, running a billionaire company wasn't the only thing you do. Creating and building was a fun hobby you got to enjoy. It was nice to come back to your roots now and then like now, as you continued to dumpster dive in a large junkyard.

Yes, you were rich and yes that meant you didn't have to reduce yourself into having your arms deep in old metal parts and fried circuit boards were beneath you, but having all of this go to waste just left an ugly itch in your head that you couldn't let go.

So here you were, sorting through trash to find your next passion project. This is what being an eccentric billionaire truly meant.

It didn't take you long to find… whatever you're looking for. Actually, you weren't sure what you were looking at.

Staring at the fingertips clutching a clip with a small label written, “DESTROY LATER”.

Something like this was probably here and tagged like this for a reason.

You should've got rid of it, forget about it and kept digging, but you couldn't.

Delicately placing it in the breast of your pocket coat, you treading for the exit with all your goodies. Maybe they (whoever they are) were wrong to throw this away and something to love instead?

Afterall, one man's trash is another treasure.

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If I continue, this will be a story about you, the reader, finding Marcus building him back up and finally giving him the family he deserves

The boy has been through so much as the fact that his pain is played off as a joke stings.

He's been betrayed, taken for granted, used, and abandoned. I didn't really like him as a kid but now as an adult, I just sympathize with him so much even if he wasn't a good person, he's still a child who didn't even get to grow up. Wasn't even told he was gonna live very long either and I just wanna give him a happy ending.

[enchantedlandcoffee]

I Can Give You All My Heart - A Coach Tommo Dialogue Snippet

"Daddy?" Megsie asked as Harry tucked her in. "Yes, duckling?" "You know, show and tell?" "Yes?" "Could I take Papa?" "... You want to take your Papa with you for Show and Tell?" "Yeah! Miss Liyah told us to bring in something exciting and Papa's exciting, and he could meet my friends and show us football and-" "That sounds wonderful, Megs. Do you want to ask him tomorrow?" "Can you ask him now, Daddy? Show and tell is tomorrow and I don't want him to miss it." "Um...of course, ducky, I'll go and call him now, yeah?" "Okay," Megsie smiled, snuggling into her bed. "I love you, Daddy." "I love you too, chicken. Now go to sleep. I'll- go call your Papa."

[pancakewithamace]

♻️ 🛠 ❤️

♻️: A scrapped idea for your current WIP

For my Hollow Knight & Hello from the Hallowoods crossover WIP "Episode 25903: Light", I'd wanted to do a small scene from the perspective of a Spiny Husk, because it has such like bone chilling dream dialogue in the base game. but it didn't fit with the other ideas i had for the oneshot, so i took it out :(

🛠: Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Also for Episode 25903: Light, I'm struggling with making the omniscient perspective of Nikignik compelling. i don't want to just retell the game's story, so i've tried taking a lot of creative liberties, but it just doesnt feel interesting yet. Hrhurhuhrguhh.

❤️: Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

YAY TY 🥰

[ashenartistry]

TF2 Secret Santa 2019!

So, this year I joined the TF2 Secret Santa and wrote up a little something for @kittykallikat! Kalli, I hope that you enjoy this drabble! Truth be told, I enjoyed writing this so much I might write more in the near future! I hope that you enjoy your gift! Have a wonderful Christmas!

Under The Mistletoe

Read Here On A03!

In the wake of a battle and moments before the turn from Christmas Eve to Christmas, they stand together under a sprig of mistletoe.

Teufort was usually a lively place. No, in fact, it was often considered a volatile and explosive place, but lively was a less frightening way of describing it. When the gunfire and the shouts of fighting died down on December 24th, the teams of RED and BLU returned to their respective bases with the thrum of adrenaline coursing through their veins and the sting of the cold on their cheeks. 

Well, most of the teams. 

“You really are most insistent when it comes to festivities, aren’t you?” The Spy clad in blue whispered, his eyes glued to the little sprig of mistletoe hanging overhead, nailed to the doorway. 

“Mm, m’a traditionalist, me.” The Engineer flashed him a grin, his eyes sparking with amusement at the fond exasperation crossing his lover’s face. “We can’t have a lot of stuff here, but a bit of mistletoe never hurt anyone.” He reached a hand over to brush against the lapel of the other man’s suit jacket, picking at some unseen flint from the battle before. The clock was ticking ever closer to midnight and with the passing seconds his heart thrummed with anticipation. “Too much, darlin’?”

There was a beat of quiet as the Spy’s hands trailed down his partner’s sides, resting against his waist as he looked around the room. There were little lights littered about glowing hues of amber and gold, clearly crafted by the Texan’s own hands. This was… pleasant. It reminded him of quiet celebrations on the tail-end of jobs far away from these battlefields, huddled away in hotels or travelling back home with nothing to commemorate the seasons celebrations bar a small candle he lit each year. 

“Hey, talk to me… is this a bit much? I know it’s different to what we usually-.”

“It’s… fine. It’s all fine.” The Frenchman murmured at last, his thumbs rubbing slow circles against the ruffled material of the Engineer’s overalls. “I’m a little surprised, that’s all, cher. It has been years since I celebrated Christmas, let alone actually with someone-.” 

The admission wasn’t all that surprising, not to Dell. His lover was a man of illusion and espionage, there wasn’t usually time or chance to celebrate something like a holiday; or to have the luxury of a partner. It simply wasn’t safe in usual circumstances. 

“- but it is… charming. Perhaps even endearing.” The usually stern face of the older man had softened in the glow from the lights, the tightness around his lips fading enough to allow a smile. A private smile, one that Dell had only seen aimed his way in those precious pockets of time where the world outside their door didn’t exist. Misty eyes peered up at the mistletoe as he thought for a few seconds, his hand trailing a path around the back of the Engineer so he could guide him closer. “Well, in the spirit of Christmas,” he teased, voice dropping to no louder than a whisper. 

As the clock struck midnight, he brushed their smiling lips together, eyelids drooping and finally closing. The kiss was slow, sweet, with gentle touches brushing against broad shoulders, firm chests, until their fingers finally tangled together. They couldn’t pull back from each other for more than a few seconds at a time, dropping one kiss after another to each other’s lips until their lungs ached from lack of breath. 

“Merry Christmas, Spy.” Came the whisper from the RED Engineer.

“Merry Christmas, mon amour.” Replied the BLU Spy.

[embers--and--ashes]

Burning, burning, falling, A shooting star soaring above, Wished on, to make everything better When it can't do anything at all, Flying, flying, dying, Everything seems to be fine but it's not, A shooting star isn't just up there happily flying along, It's burning, falling, dying, And it's so far away nothing can be done, Nothing can be seen, It's to late, To late for the dreams and wishes, To late for the embers of hope, Already faded away, To late Far to late, Already burned out by the time you see it, Gone to the wind of time, Faded away.

[silverhallow]

If I was to re-write any of my previous stories, to fit more with the Sophie Baek narrative, what story would people want?

[silverhallow]

I think I need to find a way to make the Macron scene between Benedict, Gregory and Hyacinth into a modern AU and part of Benophie week

it would be adorable...

but i've no idea how to do it...