#rosesandsmokeweek2024

[quitesoporific]

hello lifesteal thumb bler people

[citrusinicake]

Day 1 : Roses / Smoke

[starbanmk]

roses/smoke

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“He-” The door swung open, and the Reddoons from last night was suddenly in front of Ash, regarding him strangely. He looked from Ash's face, to his black eye (he didn't even seem sorry), to the bouquet of roses in Ash's arms. Red's unusually calloused hands came up to pluck the blunt from his lips as he exhaled a puff of smoke–

He was smoking. Idly, Ash noted the irony of it.

“It's you.” He said simply, raising an eyebrow.

Ash took in a breath, tasting the smoke from Red's cigarette as it dissipated into the atmosphere. “My name is–”

“Ash.” Reddoons narrowed his eyes. “I remember.”

There was an awkward lull of silence. Ashswagg found himself hating how this wasn't coming as easily as it had. He hated how different this Reddoons seemed to be from his own. He hated that he still loved him. He hated the entire multiverse.

“What do you want?” Red finally snapped. “What's with the roses?”

Ashswagg was a god. He wasn't made to be quiet. Still, he whispered. “They're for you.”

“I told you, last night.” Reddoons reiterated, beginning to close the door in Ash's face. “I'm not a rose guy.”

—

[end of part five]

[koibutcalledapollo]

Day One : Roses / Smoke

[connor6sex]

And anyways, your kisses were stupid

[rosesandsmokew]

ashswag and reddoons? in my prompt list?

it's more likely than you think!

link to the ao3 collection

link to @DailySwagdoons on twitter

link to last year's tag

link to last year's masterpost

link to last year's ao3 collection

[zero-pax]

Day 1 of Roses/Smoke week ¤)!!

Background & Fic below!

[xxswagcorexx]

smoke and mirrors to set the world aflame by eventide.

image credits:

Phantom: Stage One continues. by @neilkrug on instagram // soul flame Painting by Elena Sattarova // 'This is my flower, my death.' by @revol4357 on twitter // Scotch & a Cigarette by @NoahVerrier on twitter // Marlboro Pack 5x7 by Craig Stephens // Russian Roulette Infographic by Robb Leef on Dribble

text credits:

smoke and mirrors to set the world aflame by Anonymous/eventide // Crybaby by Caitlyn Siehl // Take Me Tomorrow by Shannon A. Thompson

[helianss]

Day 1 : Roses / Smoke

[introvert-in-hell]

So Roses and Smoke Week Day One...

(Art under the cut, TW for smoking, click for better quality if ya want cause Tumblr kinda nerfed it a bit)

His ass got left at the alter... or something idk i just wanted to draw pretty stained glass

[gayhomominecraftmen]

The final day!!! I’m gonna cry :(

summary: 

5 times a server member shipped swagdoons and one time a member got them together 

alternate title: Red, Ash, Woogie, and Spepticle troll the entire server. 

Alternate, alternate title, author is insane and wrote a 6 chapter fic for the final R&S day. 

Roses and Smoke day 7: free day/self-indulgent

(The prompt was self indulgent so goddammit I am going to be self indulgent!)

[allyycat]

roses and smoke week

day two | promises / betrayal

“Is that a promise?” “Yes.” “I’ll hold you to it.” Like the way I’ll hold you, he thinks, but the words never leave his mouth. Ash shifts his eyes to meet Red’s longing stare, and amethyst softens for just a moment, silver flecks shining like the stars in the night sky.

or, the one where the universes collide.

title from “how you get the girl” by taylor swift

[citrusinicake]

Day 3 : Baristas / Bartenders

modern au where ash is a broke bartender just trying to pay off his student loans while red is the owner of a prolific alcohol company but ash didnt know that cause honestly who looks up alcohol ceos except for like enthusiasts or whatever

in this specific scene, it was a really slow night at the bar when red decided to go in, he saw that the bartender was upset so he decided to buy a bit whiskey for him and the rest of the bottle for ash, as the night goes on ash just keeps complaining to red while red found it endearing and decided that he was gonna visit that specific bar more often from then on

ash's face is red cause hes a lightweight, red's face is pink cause hes not (hes blushing for other reasons)

edit: uploaded the wrong shaded version :v

[starbanmk]

"oh, I'd do so many things for you..."

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“Ashswagg. Ancient God of Smoke.” The mortal bowed his head as he spoke the forgotten God's name. Ash blinked his many, tired eyes, awake for the first time in centuries.

It was a roman. A roman who had done his research. How had he gotten into Ash's temple? His walls, his body, had long since been overgrown, the native bushes of roses curling around his pillars like a lover hanging off their partner’s arm.

Ash refocused on the roman who was watching him carefully.

“You've woken me.” He said plainly, shifting his form to something similar to the mortals. More smoke pooled onto the floor as he did, tickling their feet.

“I am in your service.” The roman said, extending a rose he'd been holding out to the God.

Ashswagg laughed, he could tell it hurt the roman's head. “What do you think you can do for me?”

“Anything.” The roman (Ash supposed he was his roman now) blinked hard, taking a courageous step forward, urging Ash to take his rose. “I’d do so many things for you.”

“You're a roman.” Ash observed. “You have your own gods.”

“My name is Reddoons,” He said, “Only the gods I believe in can dictate my fate.”

Ash narrowed his eyes. “That's silly. Your fate is not something I care to dictate.”

“So be it. I guess I'm on my own, then.” Reddoons shrugged, then nodded to the flower in his hand. “A rose?”

Slowly, Ashswagg stepped forward and took the rose. It's thorn pierced his skin, but he didn’t feel it. He was a god. “Thank you.”

Reddoons grinned. Ash inspected the flower. What an interesting man.

—

[end of part one]

[koibutcalledapollo]

Day Three : Barista / Bartenders

Basically they both work there and bicker all the time. Think divorced couple arguing while perfect drinks are being slid over the counter.

[connor6sex]

Roses and Smoke week ficlet 2

Ash and Red argue after the results of the election. ao3

”Why are you even here? What are you getting out of this?“ The Commissioner asks the new president of Lifesteal. He had been killed a moment after inauguration, and hadn’t seemed that upset. 

”Cause you just revived me? Am I supposed to turn down your gift? Is that what you want, Ash?“

”No. I want you to explain yourself? What do you want?“ The Commissioner demands. Holding the perpetrator by the collar of his dress shirt. His suit jacket hadn’t survived the assassination.

”Calm down, Ash. I’m not against you, what are you even on about?“ There’s a false sense of confusion on Redd’s face that Ash could almost believe if he wasn’t so angry.

”Like hell you aren’t!“ If Ash’s face could be red with anger it would be, instead the outlines of his body stutter and shift. Glitching out.

”Ash, talk to me. What is this about? Do you want to discuss policy? Or is this personal?“

”Policy? You don’t have any fucking policy! You don’t care about this place! You don’t live here anymore, you have no stake in this!“

”I think that’s a little unfair of you to say. When have you ever cared, Mr. Apathy? You, Ash, who prides himself on his distance, who claims to be so far above everyone that no one is important.“

”What do you mean I don’t care? I’ve always cared, /you/ of all people know that. And this world needs care that you can’t give.“

Reddoons laughs at him, and Ash wants to punch him ”And you can? You think that you can save this place?“ he asks him.

”No, but you need to fucking try, Redd!“

”Try?“ Reddoons scoffs. ”Like you have? All /you’ve/ done for this place?“

”Yes.“ Ash pushes Redd away. He wanted to push him down, but Redd’s the steady-footed one of them. ”Yes, like what I’ve done. I killed Wemmbu, I removed his backdoors. I fixed all the damage he brought.“

”Redd what have you done except damage to this world?“ Ash asks him. ”What have you ever done on this world? What gives you the right to harm it?“

”I don’t see how I’ve hurt anything here. My lack of involvement is what made me such a good candidate in the first place. I’m impartial.“ Reddoons has that confident air to him, the one he puts on for negotiations. Full of posturing and lies. Words spoken without belief but full bodied.

”Impartial? You handed the server to someone who wanted to destroy it!“

”What are you insinuating about my running mate? What has he done that other people haven’t?“

”4CVIT is a terrorist! And you’re supporting him!“

”And honestly, I don’t see what issue you have with that. Didn’t you vote for Mapicc? Someone who’s gotten a lot closer to destroying Spawn than 4C ever got.“

”It’s not about Spawn!“ Which is a statement that surprised Ashswag coming out of his mouth. Hasn’t this been about Spawn? Wasn’t protecting Spawn his goal? He told Squiddo it was the only thing he cared about. And that was true when she joined.

But now? Now that Spoke was working with troublemakers like Wemmbu, Ash had to step up for the server. Keep the code clean and stable. As Zam fucked around bringing more interference from the void, Ash had been solely responsible with protecting the world.

And he liked that. Ash doesn’t like the idea of nurturing. That’s what always prevented him from running a world. But owning a world meant protecting it, and that’s what Ash has been doing for Lifesteal. Like a lord offering peasants shelter in his castle walls.

”Then what is this about, Ash? If it’s not Spawn, if it’s not policy? Then what else is left?“ And the keyword there is left. Reddoons left Lifesteal, he was seeking better lands and only came back here when people asked him to.

There wasn’t any of the closeness that they had before. Redd was nearing a stranger compared to the man Ash had known before. Sure they kept in touch, but text and calls can’t compare to having him next to him, in arms reach.

”It’s about you! You don’t have a say here, you haven’t been here!“

”Oh,“ the bastard has the gall to be taken aback, ”Did you miss me, Ash? Is that what this is about?“

”No!“ yes, of course. ”Uh,“ No Ash was right the first time, don’t back pedal. ”Maybe. Maybe I did miss you, Red. Would you even care about that?“ Ash pointedly doesn’t look at Redd as he confesses this. He can’t, tears don’t fall from his glitched eyes but Redd knew him well enough to know if he wanted to cry. Maybe he still does.

”Ash,“ Redd says with all the weight in the world. That single syllable is spoken like a prayer. ”Ash, I missed you too. Did you think I didn’t? I kept inviting you but you never wanted to come. I figured you didn’t care about me as much anymore, so I stopped bothering you.“

”Idiot.“ Ash chokes out, crossing the space between them, pressing his head against Reddoons’, as Redd wraps his arms around him.

”Yeah, I can be pretty dumb. I’m sorry.“ Redd confesses as if that could make anything right. And it does, not by much, but a little more than Ash expected.