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Monthly word count - December
TOTAL: 34 316
not bad considering i kept being distracted by holidays stuff. the bulk of it is oneshots and ficlets but i did manage to update three multiparts, (haha four even, counting the ashen coffee shop one?? and crash standing TWICE :D) so i'm satisfied.
POSTED:
-Covalent: Telescopium (Outsider POV 2) (1 306 words)
-Demon Patrol: chapter 19 (2 418 words)
-Crash Standing chapter 12 (5 872 words)
-Blue (For Certain Values of Blue) Romance (Romance Not Included): Chapter 2 (Dave/Terez/Gamzee ashen) (2 135 words)
-RarePair meme: (Bro/Sollux pitch) (370 words)
-RarePair meme: (Bro&Karkat pale) (1 255 words)
-RarePair meme: The Ole Switcheroo (Jade/Davesprite porn) (1466 words)
-RarePair meme: The Sacred Pimp Hand of Justice (Karkat/Rose/Eridan ashen pesterlog) (1 768 words)
-RarePair meme: At The Window (Karkat/Kankri hatesex porn) (2 337 words)
-RarePair meme: I For One Welcome Our New Silvered Overlord(Jade/Karkat/Sollux ashen) (717 words)
-RarePair meme: Wherein Rose and Eridan Debate Over Deeply Vital and Relevant Things Such As Harry's Quadrants On A Pile (Eridan&Rose Pitch/Pale) (728 words)
-Gundam Wing: Wolfbrothers: Relena&Mary AU (534 words)
-Kiss meme: FF7: tifa/aeris in the woods (369 words)
-Kiss meme: Five First Kisses (Jade/Karkat, quadrant exploration) (825 words)
-Kiss meme: Dirk/Kankri (426 words)
-Kiss meme: Wrangling Bulls and Spiders (equius/vriska/tavros ashen) (1 047 words)
-Naruto/Homestuck crossover: Blonds Have More Fun(Naruto/Dave party kiss) (848 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS:
-Crash Standing chapter (6 550 words) (complete but unbetaed & unposted)
-Kiss Meme: John/Jade/Karkat slavery thing that i'm not continuing (453 words)
-Battlefield Terra: chapter 8 (1 071 words)
-Demon Patrol: chapter 20 (968 words)
-Mituna/Latula/Kankri beach fic (210 words)
-kiss meme: Meenah/Kankri/Karkat (336 words)
-naruto: Teamwork: wedding, chapter 2 (317 words) .___.;;;;
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Crash Standing chapter 13 (complete but unbetaed & unposted)
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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 shots keep cracking on the deck above your head.
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 and he slips anyway to become your new kitty hat and those are automatic guns outside so you captchalogue them, hat and ear-warmer both. (You tag them FELINE OVERLORDS.) 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.
They stand at the bottom of the stairs for a minute or maybe a century (it's unclear to you at the moment) and then you hear one of them move away. In the direction of, shit, the engine room. They probably want to shut down the ship to make it easier to capture.
You perch on a dryer, silent as possible. Someone walks down the corridor, pauses at the door, swings a flashlight perfunctorily as you attempt to become one with the wall, then leans back and turns to keep going. Okay, so, plan -- let them do their thing, and report to their buddies that they have it under control, and then take them out one by one and unfuck --
A crackle of green lightning blinds the hell out of you, and then a cat yowl deafens you, and the contents of your sylladex burst forth. A can of apple juice ricochets off the doorjamb to bean the pirate in the temple.
Jesus motorboating dick nipples.
The cats are way out of the bag. Also, yowling. Also your shit is everywhere on the floor. You recaptchalogue Mutie (FOUR-EYED FREAKACUTIE) (Gcat can fucking fend for himself) and jump off the machine in the detritus of your life. Your foot slips on a Game Bro you kept for ironically sentimental reasons and you end up doing the splits. The pirate's gun waves toward where your head was a second ago like it's confused.
Your katana is out in the corridor.
Your katana, the one that used to be you. You haven't used it since, you can't.
You're not carrying anything else.
The pirate reaches down for it and you dive like an eagle and snatch it up. You do a roll, which is a bad plan because the wall's too close but not as bad as doing a belly flop and offering your back, because you land on your shoulders with your ass and feet propped up on the wall and that means during the half-second he's blinking and wondering what the fuck you can shove off the wall, rear up on your shoulders, and kick up under his jaw.
If you could breathe this would be the perfect time to go Shoryuuken. (no wait, it's Chun Li who kicks -- never mind.)
You roll back on your feet with your shitty katana in hand -- fits so well -- and he might be shaking his head like his brain got rattled but he brings the gun up to you so you swing.
It gets lodged a little way into the side of the barrel and you shove up, twist to get it out of his hand. You expect your katana to break any second now.
The second dude is charging at the two of you. You let the first dude's bigger weight shove you back, and then you twirl and let him keep running himself into the laundry room, tripping on your shit as he goes.
The other dude is almost on you, and man, he's huge.
You captchalogue a washing machine, decaptchalogue it immediately. It hits him in the chest with a noise you don't want to think about and he's down with barely a grunt, the machine perched at an angle on top of him and you don't have time to check if the edge is crushing his trachea or what because the other guy is shooting at you jesusfuck get out of the doorway.
Someone's yelling down the staircase. Someone not yours. Reinforcements are imminent.
This is a very real gun, which can kill you very real dead. There's no more extra lives, no more going back in time and making it unhappen.
This is a very real pirate threatening your very real family.
What would Bro do what would Bro do --
He bursts out into the corridor and shit you dodged on the other side from the staircase and the engine room, there's nothing but locked doors at the end of this corridor, there's nothing here but narrow walls and the two of you.
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Kiss Meme: John/Jade/Karkat slavery thing that i'm not continuing
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The only request he's made to Grandpa about the troll -- a joking one, too -- was "a cute one!" Because wow but being surrounded by Grandpa's staff (all between forty-five year old and too ancient to count that high) and his cute and similarly aged but blood-related cousin, well, it gets old. Especially for someone who only last year still lived in a city.
He knows trolls might look more or less male or female to humans but they're really all both! This one still looks way too much like a dude to him. Bluh.
"Come on," Jade whispers, and then ruins the discretion by braying out a laugh and elbowing him in the ribs so hard he jerks. "He's totally cute! Look at that stub nose."
John huffs and lets his chin fall back on his hands. He's sitting on a rocky ledge over the busy pier, legs dangling, elbows on his knees. The unloading is all the fun they'll be getting all week.
"Ooh, his horns are so tiny. How old do you think he is? Maybe they're not grown in."
John grunts again. The troll has seen them, John's sure, but he's being kept busy; head low, he unloads crates. He looks depressing, back hunched, he's a real live alien and the closest John has ever been to and he's trying to melt with the scenery. It's not like this is a bad assignment, c'mon, a real live tropical island and the work isn't going to be all that hard, they were managing it on their own before.
"... No, seriously, how old do you think he is?" Jade asks again, but not the same way, not casual. Kind of... concerned? John arches his eyebrows at her, and then looks at the troll again. He's hurrying back to the ship so John sees a lot of wide-ish shoulders and boy hips.
(The hips don't roll the same way a human's would, male or female. Trolls all move a little off; he thought it was only a propaganda thing but in real life it turns out they really do. So cool.)
"He does look not old," John allows, dubious. Like, maybe about their age? It's weird to think of him as an ex-intergalactic soldier. "But aliens, who even knows?"
"I guess," Jade allows. Grandpa is done talking to the ship's captain; he takes a little plastic box from her hand, they shake, and then she turns away to leave.
Coming back with the very last box, the troll dodges way out of her way, and hunches even worse. He doesn't look at Grandpa, only kinda turns roughly in his direction once he's done putting the last box in the trailer.
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Battlefield Terra: chapter 8
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"Control, this is Warhammer, do you copy?"
"Copy, Warhammer."
"Need evac ready for Excalibur, Echidna and Masamune. Masamune will be combative. Get ready for emergency shutdown and pilot extrication."
He braked briefly, skidded up to Echidna's limp form, locked Warhammer's arms under her armpits, blasted off again.
JH: rox, shove masamune at excal and go back, jade's plasma pack is almost empty.
She was close enough now, he could see that on her feed; Dirk would have a hell of a time maneuvering with only the back-mounted thrusters, John would snatch him back before he went too far.
RX: hacked his magnets on, HA!
Masamune's revolving frame brushed Excalibur's. Clang. John grinned briefly in his helmet.
Alright. The support teams would be useless in the middle of combat but they wouldn't be far either, he'd be done with evac soon and then he'd--
"JOHN!"
Plasma fire bloomed on his right side rear view, a purple so white at the center it hurt to look at, before the cameras adjusted for the glare.
It was arrowing straight for him.
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Demon Patrol: chapter 20
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Dave deliberately left the drapes open, but Karkat is stubborn, and also Dave's comforter is thick enough to block a lot of light; when Dave starts hearing movement up there it's about eleven in the morning.
"If you're gonna hurl, use the trash can to your left," he calls up to the mezzanine, lazily scrolling down a news article on his laptop.
No answer. Movement ceases. Hm, maybe he wasn't fully awake yet.
Only that does sound a lot like mice, or maybe like Karkat's claws skittering lightly along the wooden floor as he feels around blind.
"Water bottle to your right," he adds, eyes on his screen. Oh hey, this article looks funny. Click, into another tab it goes.
Still no answer. Hmm. Maybe he's fallen back asleep and the odd quality to the silence is all in Dave's head.
It legit me-certified ain't, Latula says, and grins with his mouth. He gives her a quiet chuckle.
Oh well, if Karkat wants to wallow a bit longer, that's fine. Dave just thought he might want a snack before they have to be at Jane's.
Maybe he forgot.
Dave is about to remind him when one of his tabs gets his attention.
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
#FML. MY FIRST EVER HANGOVER. SUCH A GLORIOUS, ALL IMPORTANT MILESTONE.
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
I BET HE'S LAUGHING IT UP DOWNSTAIRS. FUCK.
A few offers of sympathy already. Heh, looks like he's got... what, how many followers already? Holy fuck that's about as many as Dave has, and Dave's had his account for several years now. Wow. Should he be jealous.
Nah. Karkat's just that cool.
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
@banginwonder17 NO, IT WAS MY OWN FAULT. I DRANK TWO BEERS AND THEN THE SODA TASTED OFF BUT I DOWNED IT ANYWAYS.
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
@banginwonder17 I'M ALL FOR BLAMING THE DOUCHELORD WHENEVER I CAN BUT I WAS THE ONE FILCHING DRINKS, SO.
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
ONCE AGAIN THE TRUE ROOT OF MY TORMENT IS MY OWN FUCKING SELF. MY WORST MISTAKE WAS ALWAYS BEING ME. #hungover
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
@giga_Fiesta_5437 YOU KIDDING ME I MADE A FOOL OF MYSELF TO SEVERAL PPL + SAID THE STUPIDEST SHIT TO HIM, CAN DO THAT W/OUT DRINKABLE HELP ALREADY #neveragain
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
@LoLaLaLa NO, I AM NOT TELLING YOU WHAT I SAID. NO, NOT EVEN BY EMAIL OR IM. THE STUPID WILL DIE WITH ME.
Ooookay. Ten bucks say he'll tell her eventually.
Well, okay, he might not, but. Just in case.
Dave Strider @turntechGodhead
@cruorGuardian yo bro hows it shakin upstairs and should i like unfollow you for a bit or ??
"Argh!"
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Mituna/Latula/Kankri beach fic (ONE DAY I WILL FIGURE OUT WHERE IT WANTS TO GO)
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Um, but maybe I was pushing you to go way too fast for your comfort levels. Sorry."
He stares at her, wordless for once. He doesn't know what to do with that -- with that...
"I just, you know. Just got this ping." She waves a hand vaguely, almost dislodges Mituna. Kankri supposes he is to infer she means her Game-given powers. "Like, that it'd be the right thing."
"For my mind," Kankri says slowly, because Mind is what she deals in and he's. He's not entirely sure why, how this would help.
He follows as she slowly guides the two of them back to a more reasonable depth, knee-high in the surf. Her brow is furrowed and it makes him feel a pang of -- things he has no business feeling, and also things that might well fall into emotional manipulation and he refuses to feel guilty!
"Did you think you would overcome eons of traumatic memories in a single evening? And then I would be free of the risk of drowning? Because I have to admit, that does seem rather optimistic of you."
"Jeeze, Krikkerz, I ain't a Seer, I don't know when. I just know how, and like, not even very. It'll take the time it takes!"
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kiss meme: Meenah/Kankri/Karkat (i wanna scrape it and try again it sucks, too infodumpy)
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The merged Alternian and Beforus societies are a royal mess to rule, with two empresses at their heads. (Alternia is an empire and Beforus has protectorates, but they spread out just as far as each other, so they get to bring in alien societies on top, too.)
Feferi has a better idea of how violent an Alternian can get and how to go along the grain and enough patience and interest in peaceful governance for a dozen Beforuses, and Meenah has enough of a playfully dangerous grip onto the Alternian Armada without the uncaring cruelty of the Condesce. It should work. It sort of does.
One way Meenah and Feferi don't kill each other out of hand is that Karkat is Feferi and Eridan's auspistice, and also Meenah's flushmate, and that Kankri has somehow become -- well. Feferi's advisor, he says, to bring her well-meaning leanings out of the oppressive and cruel yoke of her upbringing on Alternia, but Karkat and everyone with eyes will say moirail.
And also Meenah's kismesis.
His coldly disappointed sermons drive her crazy.
They drive Karkat crazy too, a little, but he's happy enough being asked to give a hand, like, well, right now.
"C'mon, yee, shouty-cutie, just like that," Meenah purrs as she looms over the two of them. Karkat secures his hold on Kankri's shoulders, but really, he's stronger than Kankri is and Kankri will not lower himself to fight him anyway, at least until the pants come off.
Karkat thinks he still thinks she won't go so far as to actually defile the Dual Throne. Yeah, good luck with that.
She pours her body down on Kankri, pushes Karkat against the arm of the throne under their combined weights, and Karkat gets to watch her attack his mouth, his jaw. For a second he thinks Kankri will refuse her, duck his head, and instead he lifts his chin in defiance.
She almost pokes Karkat in the eye with her horns with she bites Kankri's neck. "Whoops, sorry Karfish."
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naruto: Teamwork: wedding, chapter 2 snippet .___.;;;;
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The rehearsal was held in their current home's dojo, since that was the only space wide enough they could use so easily. Naruto was sure Sasuke would have dashed in and out of the house proper to get Sai's invite and closed the door in his face, and was not sure he would have stopped him, but.
But.
Goddamn it, Ino.
"Hey! You're Sai, aren't you? I've heard a lot about you! I'm Ino, Sakura's best friend."
The way she eyed him up and down, the way her scent shifted especially, Naruto could have barfed. It was a "I did not hear you were hot." Nooo, Ino, why such horrible taste. Okay he did look kinda pretty on account of being the same type as Sasuke, and his body was, well, he didn't take S-ranks by mistake, but the cadaverous shade of his skin ruined it all, and also that humongous birth defect where his mouth sometimes opened and words came out of it.
Sai smiled back, of course. "Oh, really? I didn't hear anything about you."
Naruto rolled his eyes and followed Sasuke to the dojo's side entrance. Ino and Sai fell into step behind him. Urgh.
not bad considering i kept being distracted by holidays stuff. the bulk of it is oneshots and ficlets but i did manage to update three multiparts, (haha four even, counting the ashen coffee shop one?? and crash standing TWICE :D) so i'm satisfied.
POSTED:
-Covalent: Telescopium (Outsider POV 2) (1 306 words)
-Demon Patrol: chapter 19 (2 418 words)
-Crash Standing chapter 12 (5 872 words)
-Blue (For Certain Values of Blue) Romance (Romance Not Included): Chapter 2 (Dave/Terez/Gamzee ashen) (2 135 words)
-RarePair meme: (Bro/Sollux pitch) (370 words)
-RarePair meme: (Bro&Karkat pale) (1 255 words)
-RarePair meme: The Ole Switcheroo (Jade/Davesprite porn) (1466 words)
-RarePair meme: The Sacred Pimp Hand of Justice (Karkat/Rose/Eridan ashen pesterlog) (1 768 words)
-RarePair meme: At The Window (Karkat/Kankri hatesex porn) (2 337 words)
-RarePair meme: I For One Welcome Our New Silvered Overlord(Jade/Karkat/Sollux ashen) (717 words)
-RarePair meme: Wherein Rose and Eridan Debate Over Deeply Vital and Relevant Things Such As Harry's Quadrants On A Pile (Eridan&Rose Pitch/Pale) (728 words)
-Gundam Wing: Wolfbrothers: Relena&Mary AU (534 words)
-Kiss meme: FF7: tifa/aeris in the woods (369 words)
-Kiss meme: Five First Kisses (Jade/Karkat, quadrant exploration) (825 words)
-Kiss meme: Dirk/Kankri (426 words)
-Kiss meme: Wrangling Bulls and Spiders (equius/vriska/tavros ashen) (1 047 words)
-Naruto/Homestuck crossover: Blonds Have More Fun(Naruto/Dave party kiss) (848 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS:
-Crash Standing chapter (6 550 words) (complete but unbetaed & unposted)
-Kiss Meme: John/Jade/Karkat slavery thing that i'm not continuing (453 words)
-Battlefield Terra: chapter 8 (1 071 words)
-Demon Patrol: chapter 20 (968 words)
-Mituna/Latula/Kankri beach fic (210 words)
-kiss meme: Meenah/Kankri/Karkat (336 words)
-naruto: Teamwork: wedding, chapter 2 (317 words) .___.;;;;
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Crash Standing chapter 13 (complete but unbetaed & unposted)
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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 shots keep cracking on the deck above your head.
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 and he slips anyway to become your new kitty hat and those are automatic guns outside so you captchalogue them, hat and ear-warmer both. (You tag them FELINE OVERLORDS.) 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.
They stand at the bottom of the stairs for a minute or maybe a century (it's unclear to you at the moment) and then you hear one of them move away. In the direction of, shit, the engine room. They probably want to shut down the ship to make it easier to capture.
You perch on a dryer, silent as possible. Someone walks down the corridor, pauses at the door, swings a flashlight perfunctorily as you attempt to become one with the wall, then leans back and turns to keep going. Okay, so, plan -- let them do their thing, and report to their buddies that they have it under control, and then take them out one by one and unfuck --
A crackle of green lightning blinds the hell out of you, and then a cat yowl deafens you, and the contents of your sylladex burst forth. A can of apple juice ricochets off the doorjamb to bean the pirate in the temple.
Jesus motorboating dick nipples.
The cats are way out of the bag. Also, yowling. Also your shit is everywhere on the floor. You recaptchalogue Mutie (FOUR-EYED FREAKACUTIE) (Gcat can fucking fend for himself) and jump off the machine in the detritus of your life. Your foot slips on a Game Bro you kept for ironically sentimental reasons and you end up doing the splits. The pirate's gun waves toward where your head was a second ago like it's confused.
Your katana is out in the corridor.
Your katana, the one that used to be you. You haven't used it since, you can't.
You're not carrying anything else.
The pirate reaches down for it and you dive like an eagle and snatch it up. You do a roll, which is a bad plan because the wall's too close but not as bad as doing a belly flop and offering your back, because you land on your shoulders with your ass and feet propped up on the wall and that means during the half-second he's blinking and wondering what the fuck you can shove off the wall, rear up on your shoulders, and kick up under his jaw.
If you could breathe this would be the perfect time to go Shoryuuken. (no wait, it's Chun Li who kicks -- never mind.)
You roll back on your feet with your shitty katana in hand -- fits so well -- and he might be shaking his head like his brain got rattled but he brings the gun up to you so you swing.
It gets lodged a little way into the side of the barrel and you shove up, twist to get it out of his hand. You expect your katana to break any second now.
The second dude is charging at the two of you. You let the first dude's bigger weight shove you back, and then you twirl and let him keep running himself into the laundry room, tripping on your shit as he goes.
The other dude is almost on you, and man, he's huge.
You captchalogue a washing machine, decaptchalogue it immediately. It hits him in the chest with a noise you don't want to think about and he's down with barely a grunt, the machine perched at an angle on top of him and you don't have time to check if the edge is crushing his trachea or what because the other guy is shooting at you jesusfuck get out of the doorway.
Someone's yelling down the staircase. Someone not yours. Reinforcements are imminent.
This is a very real gun, which can kill you very real dead. There's no more extra lives, no more going back in time and making it unhappen.
This is a very real pirate threatening your very real family.
What would Bro do what would Bro do --
He bursts out into the corridor and shit you dodged on the other side from the staircase and the engine room, there's nothing but locked doors at the end of this corridor, there's nothing here but narrow walls and the two of you.
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Kiss Meme: John/Jade/Karkat slavery thing that i'm not continuing
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The only request he's made to Grandpa about the troll -- a joking one, too -- was "a cute one!" Because wow but being surrounded by Grandpa's staff (all between forty-five year old and too ancient to count that high) and his cute and similarly aged but blood-related cousin, well, it gets old. Especially for someone who only last year still lived in a city.
He knows trolls might look more or less male or female to humans but they're really all both! This one still looks way too much like a dude to him. Bluh.
"Come on," Jade whispers, and then ruins the discretion by braying out a laugh and elbowing him in the ribs so hard he jerks. "He's totally cute! Look at that stub nose."
John huffs and lets his chin fall back on his hands. He's sitting on a rocky ledge over the busy pier, legs dangling, elbows on his knees. The unloading is all the fun they'll be getting all week.
"Ooh, his horns are so tiny. How old do you think he is? Maybe they're not grown in."
John grunts again. The troll has seen them, John's sure, but he's being kept busy; head low, he unloads crates. He looks depressing, back hunched, he's a real live alien and the closest John has ever been to and he's trying to melt with the scenery. It's not like this is a bad assignment, c'mon, a real live tropical island and the work isn't going to be all that hard, they were managing it on their own before.
"... No, seriously, how old do you think he is?" Jade asks again, but not the same way, not casual. Kind of... concerned? John arches his eyebrows at her, and then looks at the troll again. He's hurrying back to the ship so John sees a lot of wide-ish shoulders and boy hips.
(The hips don't roll the same way a human's would, male or female. Trolls all move a little off; he thought it was only a propaganda thing but in real life it turns out they really do. So cool.)
"He does look not old," John allows, dubious. Like, maybe about their age? It's weird to think of him as an ex-intergalactic soldier. "But aliens, who even knows?"
"I guess," Jade allows. Grandpa is done talking to the ship's captain; he takes a little plastic box from her hand, they shake, and then she turns away to leave.
Coming back with the very last box, the troll dodges way out of her way, and hunches even worse. He doesn't look at Grandpa, only kinda turns roughly in his direction once he's done putting the last box in the trailer.
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Battlefield Terra: chapter 8
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"Control, this is Warhammer, do you copy?"
"Copy, Warhammer."
"Need evac ready for Excalibur, Echidna and Masamune. Masamune will be combative. Get ready for emergency shutdown and pilot extrication."
He braked briefly, skidded up to Echidna's limp form, locked Warhammer's arms under her armpits, blasted off again.
JH: rox, shove masamune at excal and go back, jade's plasma pack is almost empty.
She was close enough now, he could see that on her feed; Dirk would have a hell of a time maneuvering with only the back-mounted thrusters, John would snatch him back before he went too far.
RX: hacked his magnets on, HA!
Masamune's revolving frame brushed Excalibur's. Clang. John grinned briefly in his helmet.
Alright. The support teams would be useless in the middle of combat but they wouldn't be far either, he'd be done with evac soon and then he'd--
"JOHN!"
Plasma fire bloomed on his right side rear view, a purple so white at the center it hurt to look at, before the cameras adjusted for the glare.
It was arrowing straight for him.
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Demon Patrol: chapter 20
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Dave deliberately left the drapes open, but Karkat is stubborn, and also Dave's comforter is thick enough to block a lot of light; when Dave starts hearing movement up there it's about eleven in the morning.
"If you're gonna hurl, use the trash can to your left," he calls up to the mezzanine, lazily scrolling down a news article on his laptop.
No answer. Movement ceases. Hm, maybe he wasn't fully awake yet.
Only that does sound a lot like mice, or maybe like Karkat's claws skittering lightly along the wooden floor as he feels around blind.
"Water bottle to your right," he adds, eyes on his screen. Oh hey, this article looks funny. Click, into another tab it goes.
Still no answer. Hmm. Maybe he's fallen back asleep and the odd quality to the silence is all in Dave's head.
It legit me-certified ain't, Latula says, and grins with his mouth. He gives her a quiet chuckle.
Oh well, if Karkat wants to wallow a bit longer, that's fine. Dave just thought he might want a snack before they have to be at Jane's.
Maybe he forgot.
Dave is about to remind him when one of his tabs gets his attention.
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
#FML. MY FIRST EVER HANGOVER. SUCH A GLORIOUS, ALL IMPORTANT MILESTONE.
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
I BET HE'S LAUGHING IT UP DOWNSTAIRS. FUCK.
A few offers of sympathy already. Heh, looks like he's got... what, how many followers already? Holy fuck that's about as many as Dave has, and Dave's had his account for several years now. Wow. Should he be jealous.
Nah. Karkat's just that cool.
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
@banginwonder17 NO, IT WAS MY OWN FAULT. I DRANK TWO BEERS AND THEN THE SODA TASTED OFF BUT I DOWNED IT ANYWAYS.
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
@banginwonder17 I'M ALL FOR BLAMING THE DOUCHELORD WHENEVER I CAN BUT I WAS THE ONE FILCHING DRINKS, SO.
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
ONCE AGAIN THE TRUE ROOT OF MY TORMENT IS MY OWN FUCKING SELF. MY WORST MISTAKE WAS ALWAYS BEING ME. #hungover
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
@giga_Fiesta_5437 YOU KIDDING ME I MADE A FOOL OF MYSELF TO SEVERAL PPL + SAID THE STUPIDEST SHIT TO HIM, CAN DO THAT W/OUT DRINKABLE HELP ALREADY #neveragain
Karkat Vantas @cruorGuardian
@LoLaLaLa NO, I AM NOT TELLING YOU WHAT I SAID. NO, NOT EVEN BY EMAIL OR IM. THE STUPID WILL DIE WITH ME.
Ooookay. Ten bucks say he'll tell her eventually.
Well, okay, he might not, but. Just in case.
Dave Strider @turntechGodhead
@cruorGuardian yo bro hows it shakin upstairs and should i like unfollow you for a bit or ??
"Argh!"
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Mituna/Latula/Kankri beach fic (ONE DAY I WILL FIGURE OUT WHERE IT WANTS TO GO)
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Um, but maybe I was pushing you to go way too fast for your comfort levels. Sorry."
He stares at her, wordless for once. He doesn't know what to do with that -- with that...
"I just, you know. Just got this ping." She waves a hand vaguely, almost dislodges Mituna. Kankri supposes he is to infer she means her Game-given powers. "Like, that it'd be the right thing."
"For my mind," Kankri says slowly, because Mind is what she deals in and he's. He's not entirely sure why, how this would help.
He follows as she slowly guides the two of them back to a more reasonable depth, knee-high in the surf. Her brow is furrowed and it makes him feel a pang of -- things he has no business feeling, and also things that might well fall into emotional manipulation and he refuses to feel guilty!
"Did you think you would overcome eons of traumatic memories in a single evening? And then I would be free of the risk of drowning? Because I have to admit, that does seem rather optimistic of you."
"Jeeze, Krikkerz, I ain't a Seer, I don't know when. I just know how, and like, not even very. It'll take the time it takes!"
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kiss meme: Meenah/Kankri/Karkat (i wanna scrape it and try again it sucks, too infodumpy)
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The merged Alternian and Beforus societies are a royal mess to rule, with two empresses at their heads. (Alternia is an empire and Beforus has protectorates, but they spread out just as far as each other, so they get to bring in alien societies on top, too.)
Feferi has a better idea of how violent an Alternian can get and how to go along the grain and enough patience and interest in peaceful governance for a dozen Beforuses, and Meenah has enough of a playfully dangerous grip onto the Alternian Armada without the uncaring cruelty of the Condesce. It should work. It sort of does.
One way Meenah and Feferi don't kill each other out of hand is that Karkat is Feferi and Eridan's auspistice, and also Meenah's flushmate, and that Kankri has somehow become -- well. Feferi's advisor, he says, to bring her well-meaning leanings out of the oppressive and cruel yoke of her upbringing on Alternia, but Karkat and everyone with eyes will say moirail.
And also Meenah's kismesis.
His coldly disappointed sermons drive her crazy.
They drive Karkat crazy too, a little, but he's happy enough being asked to give a hand, like, well, right now.
"C'mon, yee, shouty-cutie, just like that," Meenah purrs as she looms over the two of them. Karkat secures his hold on Kankri's shoulders, but really, he's stronger than Kankri is and Kankri will not lower himself to fight him anyway, at least until the pants come off.
Karkat thinks he still thinks she won't go so far as to actually defile the Dual Throne. Yeah, good luck with that.
She pours her body down on Kankri, pushes Karkat against the arm of the throne under their combined weights, and Karkat gets to watch her attack his mouth, his jaw. For a second he thinks Kankri will refuse her, duck his head, and instead he lifts his chin in defiance.
She almost pokes Karkat in the eye with her horns with she bites Kankri's neck. "Whoops, sorry Karfish."
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naruto: Teamwork: wedding, chapter 2 snippet .___.;;;;
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The rehearsal was held in their current home's dojo, since that was the only space wide enough they could use so easily. Naruto was sure Sasuke would have dashed in and out of the house proper to get Sai's invite and closed the door in his face, and was not sure he would have stopped him, but.
But.
Goddamn it, Ino.
"Hey! You're Sai, aren't you? I've heard a lot about you! I'm Ino, Sakura's best friend."
The way she eyed him up and down, the way her scent shifted especially, Naruto could have barfed. It was a "I did not hear you were hot." Nooo, Ino, why such horrible taste. Okay he did look kinda pretty on account of being the same type as Sasuke, and his body was, well, he didn't take S-ranks by mistake, but the cadaverous shade of his skin ruined it all, and also that humongous birth defect where his mouth sometimes opened and words came out of it.
Sai smiled back, of course. "Oh, really? I didn't hear anything about you."
Naruto rolled his eyes and followed Sasuke to the dojo's side entrance. Ino and Sai fell into step behind him. Urgh.
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