asdfhkkjfsjjlhd congratulations!!!! omg im so happy for you
I admit to being pretty happy for me too. Something something love of my life something something.
Congratulations on your wedding 💛💛💛
Thank you! It was a ton of fun, and my partner and I have been grossly adorable since the ceremony. We keep pretending to vomit over how saccharine and cute we are.
CAAAAN YOU FEEEL THE LOOOVE TONIIIIIGHT! :) To you and your partner, I congratulate you both on your wedding, and may your years together be filled with eternal love and happiness
Anonymous asked:
wait you got married???? CONGRATULATIONS!!!
Anonymous asked:
Umm I noticed that you haven't posted your bored drabble yet, is there something preventing you from doing so?
Yep! Got married this weekend, my dude. Things have been a little hectic leading up to and coming down from that.
I’m also concocting how I want to organize my drabbles on AO3. I’m thinking by fandom and then as multi-chapter works, with one fic for each fandom and each chapter being an individual Drabble.
My anxiety requires that I think these things through before executing them.
Thanks for your patience and understanding!
Now that I’ve got last week’s Fan Friday Drabble up, let’s pick this week’s, shall we?
Three’s a Crowd
It was no surprise that Hyde had the attention span and sense of humor of a child.
The surprise was that he hadn’t simply dissipated as he usually did when Lanyon came over to talk business. Occasionally he would watch disdainfully from a mirror or a window…
…but today, he seemed singularly interested in tomfoolery.
Henry tried to keep his eyes on Robert as Hyde backstroked through the air behind Robert’s head. The phantom of the blond man, twisted in the air, doubling back on his route and passing by Robert’s head again.
“Henry, are you listening?” Robert looked behind him curiously. “Are you letting something bubble again while we talk? You remember how poorly that went the last time…”
Hyde sniggered and pantomimed Robert, wagging his finger as if he were a nagging nursemaid.
Henry ducked his head, biting back a laugh.
Robert turned back, his eyebrows furrowing as he caught Henry trying not to laugh. “What in the world is so funny?” he demanded.
Hyde pranced over the Robert’s side, and then stuck out his tongue, waggling his fingers around his head as if he were some sort of deranged moose.
Henry choked on the guffaw that try to claw its way out of his throat and coughed instead, letting his belly shake with laughter even as he hacked. He turned away from the spectacle Hyde was creating. “I’m sorry, Robert, I don’t think I’m feeling well. Is there any way I could persuade you to leave the details we were to discuss with Rachel?”
Robert sniffed, but his eyes were concerned. “Yes, alright. Just see that you’re feeling better by tomorrow, you hear?”
Henry nodded, doing his best to ignore the ridiculous blond phantom playing with Robert’s hair suggestively.
He would need to get better at not reacting to Hyde, even when he was throwing fits.
Still, though. It was rather fun to see Hyde make fun of someone besides himself for a change.
Well! We have a new contender! If they tie, I guess I’ll have to include them all?
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This is so sweet! Thank you!
I’m off to put this is people’s ask boxes!
Lanyon and one of our two main characters is currently winning! If they win, how badly does everyone want me to include all three of them in the Drabble? Tell me in replies to this post or in reblogs!
We’re back for Fan Friday, and we’re going TGS themed to celebrate! Go vote while you can!
Anonymous asked:
So how's those drabbles coming along? Can you post them on your Tumblr or Ao3 like when you're done?
I’ve only been posting drabbles to my tumblr, but I think there are enough of them now that maybe I should consider making a place for them on AO3 as well.
HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEWEST CHAPTER AND ITS COVER FOR THE GLASS SCIENTISTS YET?
I haven’t!! I tend to save it for a few weeks and then binge!
I saw the preview, though, and it looks like Hyde in chains?
I’ll probably catch up tomorrow, but I’m focusing on finishing a commission for someone right now. Then it’ll be back to drabbles and reading my favorite webcomics!
reblog if you want more interaction w your lovely followers
Thank you to everyone who sent in Drabble prompts! I’m thrilled with all of them, and once I get my rear in gear this week, I’ll be excited to respond to them!
(Also, feel free to add more. It’s fun seeing what you all are excited about!)
Comic Prompt: Maya Fey in Prison Uniform Basically it’s a AU with no Nick and Maya in jail, Since Maya is arrested and accused more then any other character in the series, I thought there might have been a bunch of fanart/comics and fics of where she gets found guilty and is in jail clothes, but there wasn’t. It should be an orange jumpsuit, and her hair is let down and she can either be still wearing her clipping and clopping high platform Pokkuri/Koppuri Sandals, or prison slippers. Please?
Sorry friend, but I’m a writer, not an artist. I can put it in a Drabble, but I can’t draw it for you.
Fill my ask box with prompts!
Really busy and need inspiration for my daily drabbles. No bad ideas!
We Apologize for the Delay!
Hey, all! I’ve fallen off the train of posting a drabble every day due to a huge amount of freelance work that just fell into my lap, and my wedding coming up in the next two weeks – but never fear! One of the freelance things I’ve been commissioned to do is another TGS fic that continues off of the timeline of my last big TGS fic, Outside Looking In.
Also, the lack of drabbles has come from a place of exhaustion and not being able to think of anything to write about, so if you want to help make sure I’m getting my drabble up everyday, please feel free to throw prompts at me in my ask box or over a private message! Every little one helps, and I do want to keep doing my drabbles as consistently as I’ve been managing to if I can help it!
Love you all! Thank you for your appreciation and support!
Gravity Falls wins! If you haven’t seen already, there’s a new Drabble up on my blog about two Grunkles coping with the heat. ;)
Stanowar Goes to Greece
Who’s idea had it been to come out here again?
Stupid Past Stan. Thinking only about Grecian mermaids and sunken treasure. With Poindexter around, they might even find the legendary golden fleece!
“It’s...so hoooot,” he complained.
“Now, Stanley.” Ford adjusted their bearing, and locked the rudder in place. “I warned you about that before we set sail. And do you remember what you said?”
“I don’t care what I said.” Stan flopped over the railing of the boat pathetically. “It’s too hot to think.”
Ford sighed affectionately. “It’s not, but I will grant you it is rather warm.” He said nothing for a moment. Stan had learned to read Ford’s silences, and this one was thoughtful. “Perhaps we could take a short break from the search, throw down the anchor somewhere, and have a quick swim.”
Stan slapped the railing and grinned. “Now you’re talking, Sixer!”
Ford smiled quietly, his eyes on the controls instead of his brother. “Just be vigilant about sunscreen. I don’t want to have to stop again in another hour because you’re whining about blisters.”
Stan really did have the best brother in the world.
Whoa... The Gravity Falls fandom is back with a vengeance! Still 10 more hours to vote! Vote vote vote!!! =D
ashenpages Follow Whoa, things really changed. I admit, I definitely expected TGS to take the lead and stay there, but this is a pleasant surprise too! Keep voting! You’ve got 32 hours left! =D#steven universe#TGS#gravity falls#the glass scientists#sailor moon#ash speaks
ashenpages Follow Smile, HenryHenry looked tired. Robert wasn’t sure from what, but the exhaustion was apparent on his face. Most expressly in the lack of Henry’s smile. The bags under his eyes were excusable. The lack of smile was not. Both for personal reasons and because they were currently on their way to hopefully snare another patron into donating to the Society on a regular basis.Without that charming smile of Henry’s, Robert’s toadying would only get them so far.“Henry…”The other man made a soft sound of acknowledgement and met Robert’s eyes.“What do a dog and a tree have in common?”Henry’s face morphed into one of utter confusion. “What?”“They both lose their bark once they’re dead.”Henry blinked once, then snorted, a hand going over his nose and mouth the stifle the laugh.Robert grinned, and readied another joke. “What did the butler say when a guest found a button in their salad?”Henry’s sparkled curiously. He seemed pleased, now that he knew what he was in for. “What?”Lanyon held his lapel and did his best impression of his own butler wiggling his mustache from side to side. “Don’t worry, sir. That’s part of the dress.”Henry laughed more forcefully this time, sliding down in his seat a little.That was better. Henry was smiling like mad now. Alright, one more joke for good measure. “Who is the greatest chicken-killer in Shakespeare?”Henry wiped tears away from the corners of his eyes. “I have no idea, tell me,” he said.“Macbeth, because he did murder most foul.”Henry howled with laughter, and Robert relaxed. There. That was better.
__________________________________If you’d like a few more Victorian jokes, check them out here and here.#tgs#the glass scientists#tgs lanyon#henry jekyll#victorian humor#I looked up all of these jokes for you#I hope they make you smile!#also no one will ever convince me that Lanyon doesn't LIVE for Jekyll's smile#as he said in last week's page he cares about Henry and his well being rather a lot!#drabble#ash writes#smile henry… See all
ashenpages Follow Pickling PrepIt was an old, sort of familial, really important recipe.And Rachel had forgotten the garlic.Again.She sighed, looking all of the jars of salt pickles she’d prepared. They had everything. The black peppercorns and dill. The dried red peppers they were so fond of in Indian cuisine for a little extra heat. The onion for that sour, even more vegetal aroma. But the garlic was key. Without it, none of these would taste right.Rachel propped her elbows on the counter and sulked. Where was she gonna get garlic at this time of night? Everything was closed. And she couldn’t leave the jars open until tomorrow. People would come in and start messing with them – and she wanted no chances with a jar of pickles that a rogue scientist had tampered with.So what to do?A white, very smelly bulb suddenly hung in her face, and Rachel jolted back away from the table. She looked up to see Hyde grinning at, a bouquet of garlic bulbs in his arms. “Missing something?” he asked, passing the bulb he’d hung in her face to her. Rachel took it with a soft smile, then launched herself at him in a hug.“Thank you, Master Hyde.”
_______________________If you’re interested in the pickle recipe Rachel is using, it’s one that my next door neighbor (who is also kind of my surrogate grandmother) used to make. You can find all of my research and stuff about it here.#tgs#the glass scientists#tgs rachel#tgs hyde#edward hyde#I like to think that Jekyll and Hyde collaborated on this to help Rachel make her pickles#this one is slightly autobiographical too#as I'm pickling today and definitely forgot garlic and had to run to the store#pickling prep#ash writes#drabble… See all
ashenpages reblogged momentsinreading Follow “My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.” –Neil Gaimanashenpages Follow Sometimes I feel like a selfish, useless bitch for using my life to tell stories instead of majoring in mechanical engineering or challenging sexism and brutality in the police force. Then something like this comes along and remember that while I may just be telling stories, I’m also creating comfort for people who need it, and a war cry to rally around in times of need.Stories are really important, but the people who make them sometimes forget that. So keep telling them how much their stories have meant to you. It will give them the strength to keep telling them.feanor-the-dragon Follow Yo! As a dude who did major in mechanical engineering, I can 100% tell you guys that, given enough time and training, literally anyone could do that. Engineering is basically just math. A computer can do that.But, there’s something truly speacial about a storyteller that can’t be taught. If storytelling is your calling, then throw your heart and soul at it and fuck the math.Same with art, by the way. If that’s what makes your soul sing, then live and die for it.Artists, writers, comic makers, compilers of posts that make people smile… never let yourself think that your passion is selfish.ashenpages Thank you for this.#ash speaks#writing#seriously i’m tearing up#thank you
ashenpages Follow Birthday ExcusesThis is a special drabble to celebrate @arythusa‘s birthday! Enjoy!____________________________Robert had been waiting in Jekyll’s office for over an hour trying to surprise the man. Where the devil was he? He wasn’t on a client call, otherwise Robert would have known about it. Perhaps he’d been held up by one of the lodgers?Well, in that case, it couldn’t be helped.Robert sighed and took up his corkscrew. If Jekyll was going to make him wait, he was going to suffer the consequences.Just as he began to push the corkscrew into the bottle of wine he’d bought specifically for this occasion, the door flew open. Jekyll spun around it, and then quickly forced it shut again with his back. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and dropped all of the items piled up in his arms. Beautifully wrapped packages, bundles of flowers, and bouquets of dried fruit fell to the floor.“How did they even find out?” Jekyll muttered. “I didn’t say anything.” Robert cleared his throat. Jekyll looked up, saw him, and jumped. “Robert! What are you doing here?”Robert raised the bottle. “An excuse to get drunk? Sociably? While celebrating the birth of my very best friend in the world? Hello?” He popped the cork out of the bottle, and poured two glasses. Then he marched up to Jekyll and thrust one into his hand. “Even you can’t dislike your birthday with such a good vintage in your hand.”Jekyll raised the glass and inhaled. His eyebrows rose as he took it in. “Robert, this is...”“Very old, and very expensive, and it would be very rude of you not to drink it with me.” Robert set his glass aside and stooped down and gathered some of the fruit and flowers from the floor. He slipped the flowers into a graduated glass that he hoped contained water and not some strange clear acid, the placed them and the fruit on Jekyll’s desk. He gestured to the paperwork that remained on the desk. “Now be a dear and do away with that. You must help me turn your desk into a place of revelry for the evening, as I insist you take the night off to take care of an old friend who needs an evening of good company in order to continue on.”Jekyll laugh was a baffled and joy filled sound. “Of all of the ways people have tried to wish me a happy birthday today, Robert, I have to admit that this is the least jarring.”“Yes, well, that will tend to be the case when one lets slip to Rachel that it’s her distinguished boss’s day of birth.” Robert sipped his wine and then grinned roguishly at Jekyll, who sat down across from him.“You did what?!”Robert reached forward a took a raisin from the pile of fruit on the desk. “You know me, I detest effort. And isn’t this lovely after all that energetic celebration?” Robert clinked his glass to a scowling Jekyll’s, and watched as the other man fought to keep his sour expression in place.“Yes, alright.” Jekyll took a sip of his wine. “But I’m only forgiving you because this is such a fine vintage.”“As well you should.” Robert relaxed back into his seat, settling in. It was a rare gift to have Jekyll all to himself for more than a moment these days. But, on the day of his friend’s birth, it was even sweeter. “Happy birthday, Henry.”#tgs#the glass scientists#henry jekyll#tgs lanyon#happy birthday sabrina!#drabble#ash writes#sabrina cotugno#birthday excuses
ashenpages Follow Serious QuestionHow many of you would be interested in reading my original work? I’ve got some fun stuff, like Fangirl to Content Creator, Tango Soulmates but Only One Remembers, and Morally Gray WLW Superheroes.That’s just the tip of the iceberg, really...#Ash speaks#ocs#original fiction
ashenpages Follow Just Like You Taught MeDick Grayson was a sensible man. A good, patient, often flippant, but very rational, super forgiving, and justice loving man. That’s why, when he got Bruce’s invitation to come to the Wayne Industries charity ball, he nearly blew a gasket, and immediately high tailed it over to Gotham to give his adoptive father a piece of his god damn mind.“Bruce!” he yelled, kicking in the front door. “What the hell is this?!” He waved the invitation around to illustrate his point.Bruce materialized at the top of the stairs, like he was still using the bat tricks even without the suit on. “Dick, you’ll have to explain a little more. If it’s the guest list or the dress code, we’ve been over why we have to – ”Dick vaulted the hand rail and slammed the invite against the solid muscle of Bruce’s chest. “Dammit, it’s not the dress code that’s the problem – and you know it!”Bruce blinked – once, slow, innocent – the same way he’d been blinking Dick’s entire life when he Dick had something surprising. “I’m sure I don’t. Why don’t you explain?”Dick sighed, pushing his bangs out of his face and putting his hand against his forehead. “Do you even read the things people put on these invites? Do you even keep track of how much money you have?”“Of course I do?”“Then why is a billionaire having a charity ball?!”Bruce blinked again, and it made Dick want to hit him.“You have so much money. You wanna do some real good? End world hunger. Make green energy affordable. Bribe politicians to be on the side of justice. Give us all more nights off out of the spandex, will ya? Just... Just stop pretending to fix the infrastructure. Look somewhere besides Gotham.”“There will always be greedy men out there, Dick.”“Then take away their reason to be greedy! Make it easy for them to get everything they want without robbing other people blind!” Dick threw up his hands in exasperation, and turned away. He couldn’t look at Bruce right now. “You’re richer than GOD!”“...healthcare and a place to sleep won’t erase super villains, Dick.”Dick whirled on Bruce. “You know, you say that, but have you tried it? You spend all this money on cute toys for Batman, but you’re not willing to try just buying off the problem?” Dick crossed his arms and raised his chin stubbornly. “Sounds like you’re limiting your approach to me.”Bruce was silent, quietly holding eye contact with Dick. It was moments like this that made Dick nervous. There were only two ways silences with Bruce ended. One was with an admission that Dick was right. That one had happened so infrequently that he could count the number of times it had happened on one had. The other... Well, the other way silences ended was a lot less satisfying. The lectures were part of why Dick had quit the Robin gig. He readied himself to have to sit through another, though. Blah blah, funds needed to support Batman and data collection and blah blah blah.None of that mattered when the man standing in front of him literally had the economic power to change the world single handed.“I think we’ve had a misunderstanding,” Bruce said. Oh god, here it came. “Perhaps you’d like to read the back of the invitation now.” Dick froze up as Bruce handed him back the card. There was something on the back?Dick flipped the card over and investigated. The Wayne Industries Charity Ball will be unlike those of past years, as the goal is to feed as many people in the city in need of a warm meal and night off as possible. No invitation is required to attend, but it is hoped that all recipients of invitations will spread the word. The evening will also serve as a crowd sourcing event, where civilians will tell Wayne Industries how they can use their financial influence to make a happier, healthier, more supportive world for us all.Now it was Dick’s turn to blink. “You...you already knew.”“I’m not in the habit of turning my back on ways to make a difference, Dick.” He clapped Dick on the shoulder. “After all, why do you think I took in you?”Dick felt himself tearing up. This was big. It meant so much. He turned his face and hid his tears from the man who’d raised him. “...Thanks, Bruce.”#Nightwing#Dick Grayson#batman#bruce wayne#billionaires have too much money#even if they are fighting for justice in Gotham city#this is late but life happens#plus only one of you voted in the poll!#I guess I'll have to do a TGS one next week to get you all to participate!#Fan Fridays#drabble#ash writes#just like you taught me… See all
ashenpages Follow Wrong Time, Wrong PlaceEdward was in a mood. His first night out in months, and it had to rain. It’s not like he wasn’t used to rain, what with living in Britain, but mother nature could have the good sense to rain on his other half’s parade instead of his. Especially when it had been so unfairly sunny for Jekyll’s client-winning outing earlier.The rain kept falling. Edward watched it from indoors, sipping from his cup of too-bitter beer. Wasn’t there anything interesting to do on a night like this?His eyes caught on a girl that was definitely too young to be in the bar. How had she gotten past the bouncer? She cried out weekly as someone bumped into her, looking for all the world like a lost little lamb. Hardly the case, though, Edward thought, watching the little girls hand dip into the pocket of the person who had run into her. He smiled to himself and immediately put up his cup again to hide it. She was a thin little urchin, and if she had turned to pick pocketing in places she wasn’t supposed to be in order to care for herself, it was hardly his responsibility to stop her. Besides, it served men that ran into little girls without a second thought right to have their wallets lifted in the service of feeding the hungry.The little girl wandered his way. Just as she was about to pass him, she pretended to trip and fell into him with another soft cry. “I do beg your pardon, sir,” she said, as she held him and raised herself back up.Edward gave her a conspiratorial smirk, and plucked his wallet out of her hand under the table. “Well done, but be a bit more watchful for people who are watching you. He kept his voice soft, only speaking loud enough for her ears.She gasped and tried to bolt, but Edward caught her arm and steadied her. “No, don’t run. If you run, everyone you’ve already stolen from will panic, and then they’ll notice their wallets are missing. Commotions are your enemy. Being small, and unmemorable are your biggest strengths.”The fear in the little girl’s eyes faded as Edward spoke. “What are you, some kinda thief?” she asked, looking both disbelieving and awed.Edward leered. “Now, that would be giving myself away, wouldn’t it?” he said, releasing her. Then he took a shilling from his wallet and pressed it into her hand. “But that’s yours if you can do a better job of being unnoticed getting the wallet off of that arsehole over there in the corner.” Edward gestured with his chin, and the little girl’s eyes flickered over her mark. She gave Edward a soft, mischievous smile, and slipped the shilling into her pocket. “Perhaps there’s another in it for me if I improve?”Edward grinned and pushed her gently towards her mark. “Let’s see what you can do.”Looked like the night wasn’t going to be such a waste after all.#TGS#the glass scientists#Edward Hyde#the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde#I'm just kind of mad about how many people are desperate for basic necessities right now#this was cathartic#Wrong Time Wrong Place#drabble#Ash writes… See all
ashenpages Follow Six hours left to vote, and Nightwing is winning!#Drabble#fan Friday#ash speaks
ashenpages Follow At the End of the DayHenry dragged himself into his office well after the hour he had meant to begin his evening work. The day has been one thing after another. Everyone from Ms. Lavender to Mr. Bryson had brought some issue to Henry that they needed solving—and it hadn’t slowed down for lunch or tea or even a small respite to shove a crust of bread into his mouth. The mounting irritation had become more and more difficult to stave off—and now here he was, exasperated, hungry, and in no mood to work, with less than the ideal amount of time in which to get everything he had planned for the evening done.It was even a Wednesday, for crying out loud. What sensible rogue scientist had a crisis on a Wednesday? Weren’t those sorts of things reserved for the beginning and the end of the week?A knock at the door sounded, and Henry stifled a groan. What was it now?“Come in,” he chimes, putting on the most charming smile he could manage for whomever was at the door. The door was promptly kicked open, and Rachel entered, beating a tray of food, and a modest French press full of coffee. His forced expression melted away into one of gratitude at the sight of her. “Thank you, Rachel,” he said, already reaching for the food. “You have no idea what a help this is.”“Believe me, Doctor Jay,” Rachel said, patting his shoulder almost patronizingly. “I’ve some idea.”She took her leave, and closed the door, asking nothing from from him. Henry sat back to enjoy his meal. Whatever in the world would he do without Rachel?Starve, probably, a catty blond voice in his head answered.Henry chuckled, and then dig into his meal. It was a good thing he had her, then.#tgs#the glass scientists#henry jekyll#tgs rachel#i had a long day today#it always helps me when people feed me#At the End of the Day#drabble#ash writes
ashenpages Follow Tea in Lanyon’s GardenSummer could be a sweltering time for any Englishman in a necktie, but it was still one of Henry’s favorite times of year. For all of the muggy, sweaty, overly hot evenings, afternoon tea in Robert’s garden was worth them all.Henry sat under the canopy of Robert’s carefully tended trees, a cup of tea in one hand and a saucer in the other. The sweet perfume of flowers was complimented perfectly by the scent of the bitter Ceylon tea. The sun shone down in a smattering of spots through the leaves of Robert’s fine trees — just enough to bring light to the table, but without being hot.Henry smiled and sipped at his tea, enjoying the rare moment of peace. “It’s a pity so many of your flowers are only to be looked at, Robert.” He put his cup back in his saucer and gave his friend a goading look.Robert raised a challenging eyebrow and took a curt sip from his own cup. “Ah, yes, such a pity I’m not growing deadly night shade next to the roses. Whatever was I thinking, I’ll have that changed straight away, my dear alchemist.”Henry laughed and reached for the beautiful sky blue tea pot that sat between them. Robert accepted when Henry lifted to the pot to refill the other man’s cup. Henry felt the action warm his as much as the tea in his gullet.There was nothing quite as perfect in the summer than a stolen moment with a friend in his excellently cared for garden.#tgs#the glass scientists#tgs lanyon#henry jekyll#the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde#I tend to work outside in the summer#I really enjoy it#but some people say it's too hot#I live in Oregon though so I only get like two months of possible sun and heat!#gotta take them while I can!#Tea in Lanyon's Garden#drabble#ash writes
ashenpages Follow We’re doing super heroes this Fan Friday! Get your votes in by Friday! =D#Batman#Deathstroke#batgirl#Barbara Gordon#Nightwing#Dick Grayson#oracle#honestly I just wanna write the bat kids and one of my fav villains/anti-heroes#fan Friday#Drabble#ash speaks
