askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
"Wakey, wakey, Lord Lazybones the Sleeps-A-Lot!"

Dave comes to already knowing he doesn't want to move. He has it confirmed when he bats his eyes open and his cheekbone twinges, and then again when he tries to lift a hand to push John off him. The jerk is looming over him and grinning with far too many teeth for this hour of the -- oh hey, it's noon.

Dave lets his arm flop down on the mattress. Yeah, abort this shit, all his muscles went so crazy tense yesterday to keep from being strangled and smothered, he's sore even in the places he didn't get hit. He is going right back to sleep.

"G'off, Egbutt," he grumbles, "this princess don't need kissed."

John chuckles and leans closer in. "What pretty eyes you have, your majesty."

Wh -- fuck, where are his shades. He forces his protesting arm to feel around for the nightstand, finds it, doesn't find his shades...

... Ooooh, hell. He slumps back, tries to merge with the bed, eyes scrunching closed. He was home yesterday, he wasn't wearing them.

Thank fuck for that, because wearing them at night on that roof might have gotten him killed for real.

"Davey-poo~"

Dave cracks an eye open to glare. John and his giant teeth are about two inches from his face.

It's pretty hard to miss the way his expression goes from teasing to a mild, baffled quirk of the brow.

"Dave? Look at me, buddy?"

Aw, fuck. Read more... )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
For a too-long moment you're struck completely dumb. You kneel there like a tool with a cat on your shoulder and a cat on your head as gunshots keep cracking on the deck above.

Running steps, several, heavy, and you can't really tell but you can tell anyway, they're not any of yours.

Steps on the stairs. You throw yourself back into the laundry room, your hand up to keep Gcat from falling. He slips anyway to become your new kitty hat, his paws on your shades knocking them askew and those are automatic guns outside so you captchalogue them, hat-cat and ear-warmer-cat both. (You tag them FELINE OVERLORDS for sylladex indexing purposes.) You just, nowhere fuckin' else to put them and ooooh fuck, where are you supposed to hide in here, the light's still on. You slap it off but the corridor still has little lights on so you can't come out, and then you hear them, one person, two.

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askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
Day 14.
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You wake up, roll over, and there is some more bed to roll onto, nary a hard floor rising to smack your face after a tiny half-wriggle. A long, gorgeous stretch of (vaguely starchy) cool, empty sheets stretch under your hand, your heels.

You make a starfish. Just because you can.

You are a very smug starfish. You don't even care you're a lopsided one.

Also your brain is half-awake and stupid from going to bed at three AM but fuck that. You spend another ten minutes staring at the ceiling, a dopey and uncool smile spreading on your face without your permission and who cares, nobody will see.

Your stomach is starting to whimper about being empty, though, and your bladder is throwing a bitchfit about being too full. With a sigh, you get up, wobble to the cramped sink-shower-toilet Rubik's Cube closet that pretends to be a bathroom. Can't turn around without smacking your elbow on shit; feels just like home.Read more... )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
Captain Egbert and Arne Revere, the City Attorney, are already here, and so is Rose; Dave leans in to shake hands and drags a chair out for himself, and then John bursts in last.

"Very good," Captain Egbert says. "Close the door, Detective."

It always amuses Dave that half the time Egbert Senior's detectives are "son" but his actual son never, lest someone accuse him of favoritism. Then again it's already pretty iffy that he has his son under his direct command, it's only because John's a summoner and they only have one division for them that it's even allowed.

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askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
PREPARE TO BE SPAMMED. i suck and didn't update the fic here, but i've kept on writing it and it's going pretty fast so far, so now i have about six parts to post. .____.

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Inside the precinct there's a lot of sudden silence and staring when Dave comes down the stairs with Karkat in tow. The demon likes moving better on all fours, back legs folding and twitch-unfolding like a grasshopper's, and its claws clink loud on floor tiles.

"It's bound, seriously, guys, relax," he throws out there, and makes his way between partitioned desks, hands in his pockets. Karkat lets out a vibrating, crickety crackle-growl that manages both to be quiet and to carry to the ends of the room in a particularly hair-raising way.

"Maybe you could tell it not to freak out the officers," Jane whispers in his ear.

She's kidding, right? It's hilarious. "Nah, they need to steel their nerves." Out there there's loose Class Ones and Twos, bunches of criminals and lowlifes using the distraction of a demon apocalypse in progress to do their criminal thing, and criminals just plain going "hey why not" and using demons as anti-personnel weapons. There's a Don who reportedly has a Class Three at his beck and call, and it only charges a weekly street kid dinner to stay on retainer. "They'll thank us tomorrow."

Jane sighs. "I guess. At least Karkat is a vertebrate and doesn't make you feel like your eyes are about to pop like balloons trying to figure out its geometry."

Dave nods his commiseration. "Fucking six-dimensional demons, huh."

"Fucking human black hole brains," Karkat growls from down there. Dave snorts and holds the door to Captain Egbert's office open for it. It makes sure to walk close enough to rake its shoulder and wing spines nice and deep along the wood. Little brat.
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askerian: (HS_davekat_kismesexy)
>__>; So yeah I have a kiss meme going on. If you guys want to give me more prompts go ahead right here in the comments, you know the drill, give me two or three characters, one or two words of prompt (settings and moods work best, poetic and metaphysical least), and i make no promises there'll be an end result but we never know. I wrote 8000 words yesterday in under seven hours, shit was bananas.

For reference, this is the (incomplete but) Sunlightverse shipping grid, but you don't have to only prompt pairings that are already on that, I'm also fine with one night stands, cursed mistletoes and oops i slipped and fell on your mouth.

Some of those ficlets are considered canon, some of them not, and some I will have to decide later. Dirk/Equius, Nepeta/Eridan and Psii/Condie are canon for sure.

Anonymous asked you:
Dadbert and the children. kissing booboos (or dad/GH lol how would that make any sense GH does not scrape his knees)


(alas the GH one would have been hilarious. Couldn't figure it out though.)
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'Did I... ever do that?' his/not-his father asks, voice gentle and oddly rough, and leans in over his scraped elbow. )

azzandra asked you:
Dirk/Equius, 100d public kissyface.

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They are redesigning a water pump.  )

vehrec asked you:
Psi/Condy, awkward black romance failure.

'I don't belong to you,' he says, 'not anymore, I won't, ever.' )

Adi:
eridan<3<nepeta: hunter or the hunted?

There's white sugar and black-kittied tea kettles everyfuckingwhere in this blighted place. Eridan lands, scowling already, and sure enough he gets sugar in his shoes in the very next second. )

theunvanquishedzims asked you:
Summoner<>Tavros<3<Dave, slam battle.

'I'm, uh, perhaps in the process of, you know, rethinking this' )


Anonymous asked you:
For the kiss meme - maybe Condesce kisses Karkat to sort out her red feels? It beats listening to Kurloz whine again about not getting any. (Karkat: oh god empress is kissing, why is everyone kissing me, halp)

'Come here, buoy.' )
askerian: (HS_davekat_kismesexy)
... And Also One Of The Moirails' Bulge, At Length.

Contains: Pale GH/Condie, PaleFlush Handmaid/Darkleer/Dad, horrible fish puns, the Grand Highblood's bulge.

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-- tumblingCraniums [TC] started trolling codComplex [CC] --

TC: I AM SO MOTHERFUCKING SICK AND HELLS OF TIRED OF THAT FREAK-ASSED BLIGHTBLOOD NOT JUMPING ON MY FUCKING BULGE ALREADY.
TC: so tired and sick
TC: THE SHEER NERVE OF THAT SHINEBLOOD UPSTART DANGLING ME ON HIS BARBED STRING

CC: A][a][a][a][a.
CC: Don't tell me you still ][aven't gotten anyw][ere wit][ t][at ][uman.

TC: WON'T FUCKING TELL YOU THEN
TC: will keep my diamond shut in
TC: GETTING ITS DUST AND CRACKS ON LIKE SOME BITCH SLAMMED IT INTO THE GROUND AND GROUND HER PRETTY HEEL ALL UP ON IT FOR GOOD MEASURE.

CC: Fairly accurate!
CC: O][ w][ale! I need somefin to laug][ at and you'll keep w][ining if I don't let you carp on. ][arpoon away.
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askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (HS_Karprettyred)
Awake at Night sequel, second part of that old ficlet about John waking up the morning after and also pancakes.

Warning for John-levels of sensitive discussion of issues that cropped up in awake at night.
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The stairs are just as easy to take on autopilot on the way up as on the way down. That means he can afford not to think or even look as he climbs, a hand trailing the wall. He knows this house by heart, every single angle and crevice, it's been his since farther than he can remember.

Hosting guests in it was awesome; having to give up part of his claim to it feels weird.

Don't say yes or no straight away, son, take the time to think about it, Dad told him, and he will... eventually. For now he's just going to turn his computer on and find some braincell-killing browser game and rack up a crapton of pixel points.

If it's a joke it's the biggest one Dad's ever played on him, but it's not funny. It's not bad-unfunny either, it's just... not joke material he guesses, and argh, he wasn't thinking about it.

Only as he passes by his dad's corridor he sees a flash of purple, and when he stops Gamzee is there, emerging from that door John himself hadn't dared to cross for the first thirteen years of his life.

His long arms are full of clothes. Huh.

"Yo, motherfucker."

John laughs back because he can't get enough of Gamzee's casual swearing. He wonders who will wear down first, Dad or him. "Yo."

"You uh, got your talk on with Hatdad all clear and proper, then?"

Hatdad. Funny nickname, only there's a touch of something that's almost nervousness in Gamzee's usually beyond-zero chill that makes John feel weird. He takes a step back in preparation for spectacular absconding.

"Yeah, I, uh. Gotta think about stuff, so talk to you laGamzee why are you holding underpants."

The troll blinks at him, then blinks down to his armful. "Whoa, hi there, Karkat's tiny pants."

John closes his mouth.Read more... )
askerian: (HS_davekat_kismesexy)
Chapter 3: day ten

You wake to a thumping noise, Dave going ow.

You don't want to be awake, you're warm and nice and cuddlysafe, but this sounds just too suspicious. Your eyes crack open.

Bro's face is about ten inches away from your own.

"--Ghhk."

He stares. You stare back. You hate how you don't sleep in your shades, even though sleeping in shades is stupid and a great way to get them broken and anyway iShades need to recharge too. He can see your naked face, which is even more embarrassing than if you were actually naked.

Well, fuck. Looks like he's not going to take no for an answer today.

He tilts his head a little. You cringe, brace yourself.

"Cute."

... The fuck?

You blink. Your hand twitches to grab the covers and pull them up, on pure reflex, and oh hey you're stuck. You look down.

You seem to have sprouted a growth in the form of a troll.Read more... )
askerian: (HS_davekat_kismesexy)
:D for Siadea: "awake at night" about a year later, with Gamzee? (Alternately, Karkat or Gamzee explaining human parenthood to worried troll friends.)

I went with the alternate.

Man, I should cut down on my pesterlog habit, huh.

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-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] has opened memo on board Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts --

CG: I HAVE A NUMBER OF QUICK ANNOUNCEMENTS TO MAKE BEFORE I GO CRASH IN MY PILE AND SLEEP THE GLORIOUS SLEEP OF THE UNDISTURBED. IF ANY OF YOU ASSHOLES ARE STILL AWAKE, SHUT UP.
CG: ITEM 0.
CG: HUMANS ARE THE BEST.
CG: I AM PROUD I CONTRIBUTED TO YOUR CREATION, HUMANS.
CG: ITEM 1.

-- twinArmageddons [TA] has joined the memo! --
-- gardenGnostic [GG] has joined the memo! --

CG: EMBARRASSING BUT ALSO A HUGE RELIEF! PLUS SOMETHING THE TROLLS AMONGST US NEED TO KNOW.
TA: gz ha2 been experiimentiing wiith reiinventiing 2opor for hiis piie2 and ii2 u2iing your biig flappiing facega2h a2 a hazardou2 wa2te dii2po2al.
CG: WHAT? NO
CG: ALSO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING UP AT THIS HOUR, GO TO SLEEP.
GG: umm karkat were on the next quarter slice of the planet from you, its ten in the morning here :/
CG: I WAS COUNTING ON BEING ABLE TO JUST TYPE IT UP AND LEAVE.
CG: ... OH, RIGHT. UM.
CG: OKAY, WHATEVER. I CAN ROLL WITH IT.
TA: alriight you're not kk, piie or not he never let2 anythiing go.
TA: ii'd 2ay congrat2 on hackiing hiim but hii2 computer 2ecuriity ii2 ju2t about the mo2t 2hameful mora22 of counterproductiive 2criipt kiiddiie mea2ure2, 2o...
CG: I WOULD TELL YOU TO GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH THE WIDE EDGE OF A SILICOMB BUT ACTUALLY I'M JUST LAUGHING MY ASS OFF AT YOUR PITIFUL ATTEMPTS AT PROVOCATION.
CG: IN THE PARLANCE OF THE LOCALS: D'AWW, CAPTOR, D'AWWWW.
TA: the 2opor piie theory 2uddenly look2 plau2iible 2omehow.
click for more!! )
askerian: (HS_davekat_kismesexy)
Sunlightverse is this post-game collection of oneshots where every player is revived (yes the Ancestors too) and merged with their pre/post scratch iteration. Since they forced the game to see them as a single party it also reclassified everyone as being of the same species, so we have everyone a troll/human hybrid (with a pinch of cherub thrown in. XD)

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So. I said this was my feelgood fluffverse.

Which means that sometimes there needs to be a touch of sad feels to spice things up. :3 I can’t fix it if it ain’t broke enough! :D

2k words.

He wonders how old they live to, those strange thin-skinned new beings to which he now belongs, how the sweeps of his own life translate. )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (HS_Karprettyred)
1) I was doing a timestamp meme on tumblr and it was supposed to be quick snippets and welp two oneshots, 2.5k total. OKAY THEN WHY NOT.

2) I'm going on vacation! I will have a laptop but probably no connection. We might be here two weeks, I don't know yet, depends on when the parents will get bored and want to come home. But anyway! Fics.


Sequel to Awake at Night, the Dad + Gamzee&Karkat story, morning after:
John has always been proud of his ability to sleep through just about any noise there exists, but scent is another thing entirely. )

+++++++

And a Battlefield Terra thing, Karkat one month before BT.
They didn't tell anyone during training that a frontier warship's living quarters were a permanent orgiastic free for all. )
askerian: (HS_davekat_kismesexy)
11k words. Adi/book_people is the best beta there is. I will fight you on this. è.é

There are certain expectations in troll society about taking in a freeloader with no place to go, as Dad Egbert finds out when he offers to host two of his son's stranded friends post-game.

Hurt/comfort. Deals with culture clashes, potential noncon & ephebophilia. Nothing's described in lovingly graphic detail but it's a bit clearer than "you'd have to be telepathic to understand what this refers to." Also contains graphic declarations of moirallegiance and horrendous pale sap, as well as the regular kind. (this is a diamond ship, not a heart one! the title bar didn’t want me to make one in there. sad.)

Original prompt (bit of a spoiler. If you need to know for sure about the noncon situation, it's under here. if not, proceed to the next cut.) )

He's taken them in and is feeding them on his hard-won money and hiding them from the police, the military, and he's given them a whole block of his hive to themselves. His favorite block, even. And they have nothing to repay him with. )

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