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askerian ([personal profile] askerian) wrote2015-11-01 10:26 pm

monthly word count -- november

TOTAL: 17 873

not bad! :D getting better. *pats self*

POSTED
-three-sentence meme replies (reposted in this post) (1 835 words total)
-DCMK: Swingersverse: Heist Prevention (kid/ran) (674 words)
-Homestuck: covalent 'verse: Mituna&Meulin, Jane&Feferi (1 600 words)

WIP
-Demon Patrol chapter... uh, 28? (1 011 words)
-ofic: landlord: Restaurant Date (6 195 words) (complete but cannot be posted until i finish the mafia one aaaaa)
-ofic: landlord: Meeting the Parents (4 197 words) (saaaame)
-ofic: landlord: Cooking For Him (1 525 words)
-Gundam Wing: lone wolf and pilot chapter idek 9 (836 words)


Anonymous asked: for the three sentences ficlets prompt could you do motdp verse Rose/Kankri cuddles?


“Far from me to accuse you of anything, but I can’t help but wonder whose bright idea it was to make you with such inconvenient jutting-out areas.”

“They’re called breasts, Kankri,” Rose replies with a snort, and tugs his stiff arms tighter around her waist and blade-less back, until she feels properly caged in.

Kankri’s nerves will never properly settle down if he doesn’t hug her right, after all, and if that includes every single one of his hard, shelled limbs (arms and tail and wings and his unyielding lap) wrapping around her like a cocoon, eh, she’s prepared to enjoy it until the tension quivers it way out of him.


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Anonymous asked: For a three sentence prompt: Battlefield Terra pre-canon, Snowman/Bro, professional Domme


“So,” Bro asked in a casual murmur as the rest of the visiting politicos stampeded ahead, “putting yourself through college or just full of bossy urges now better scratched by wrestling your constituents?”

“Don’t make me put out my cigarette on you, boy,” the diplomat introduced as Schneeman murmured back without looking, “I’d have to light one up first and I’ve been trying to quit.”

Laughing under his breath, Bro shot back a “Yes, Mistress” full of sass, and was oddly bereft to remember that it was no longer her job to slap him back into his place.



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thefivearts asked: for the ficlet thing how about the first time the cal sibs woke up Covalent Bonds verse


Wet-huddled-warmth – an egg? – another body against hers, burrowed in, entangled at the top of the skulls in a way she doesn’t get –

An explosion of movement breaks the comfortable stillness – clawed hands come up to seize her neck and she rears back so hard, so panicked she falls right through the wall, right through the clingy wetness, and then she’s standing bare (and gray!) in the middle of a familiar-unfamiliar room as her brother – stranger-looking, horned – bursts out of the top of the recuperacoon.

“Cover that hideous body and then stand still so i can kill you right!” he screams as he gives chase, squelching and skidding over the floors, and she escapes laughing up and through the walls until she finds freedom and the roof.

(she won’t figure out how to bring her clothes with her when she goes intangible for another couple of days.)


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edenfalling asked: For the GW wolfbrothers verse, what if Hilde had a wolf?


She’s wearing the enemy uniform all proud and strutting with its brand-new stiff stank and Killer – hidden in a crate, his own smell killed with chemicals – would dismiss her as “to be killed later, being sneaky now,” only shaking with eagerness against her leg and straining to break Duo’s cover there’s a cub that still smells of milk.

His scent name when he yells it at Duo without even knowing Killer is also there is best, forbidden chocolate!, and hers is taurus oil and strawberry shortcake. Duo doesn’t need much nudging before he agrees to steal them both.



“Congrats on putting us both out of a job,” Hilde says with a half-smirk from her hospital bed, and Duo rubs at the back of his neck and chuckles guiltily, half-meaning it; “Now what are you planning to do?”

Killer and Grimnir are curled together on the floor, and they look up in unison, a big gray head and a still-fuzzy brown one, minds full of confusion at their humans’ sudden uncertainty, at this uneasy hint of ‘separate-ways?’.

“I don’t know,” Duo says, and starts smiling, “but I guess I was the one who dragged everyone around last time, so you should probably get a turn deciding.”



Duo couldn’t miss Heero trying to stealth his way out of their tangle, close as they are, but he can’t stand having to acknowledge the pack bond, too open, baring things he can’t bear to look at, so they both pretend he hasn’t woken up.

Hilde doesn’t get, or refuses to get, the memo, calling out with a wave of why are you leaving – safe warm nice here (oh god my genitals are falling off how are you even standing up.)

Heero stays silent a long time before he says, with words, his mind muffled (but not enough), “You’re lovers.” (I’m just a heat hookup.)

It hurts and Duo doesn’t know what to say, but Hilde’s hand finds his and squeezes, and she says with a sigh, “Listen, Duo’s had a really bad crush on you pretty much since the war, and it’s kind of hard for me not to develop one as well when i keep feeling everything that goes through his heart, you know?”

… Okay, now Duo is really not ‘waking up.’ 

Only then Heero sits back down, careful to leave five inches between Duo’s flank and his knee, perched like a bird about to fly off (can’t be true/what does it even mean/oh I want/thought people didn’t/(uncomfortable but it’s so warm here)), and Duo has two hands and one of them is free.

Surrounded by Duo and Hilde’s wolves, Mary hasn’t even bothered waking up.



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primtheamazing asked: demon patrol highscool au i believe in you


“Well, you sure showed Dirk and your mom,” Dave says from the ground when his heart has slowed down enough that the beat in his ears doesn’t make him deaf any longer.

“Like you didn’t give half of this pint of blood,” Rose replies, panting, as she forces her head up to nod toward the complex pattern still glistening on the ground.

In the circle two knife-studded, ridiculously powerful demons of the rarest type are still bitching each other out like one of them ate the last ice cream.



“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t eat you right now, you presumptuous sack of pus and stupidity.”

“Well,” Dave says, heart in his throat and hands in his pockets, “I still need you in case your buddy decides to eat Rose or, like, my classmates or the janitor, and I gotta kick his ass off them, so like, I dunno for you but that’s a pretty good reason for me.”

His demon (the nubbly, snarling one) stares at him with all four eyes for about a century full of incredulous spite before he pinches the bridge of his nose in an incredibly human gesture and sits right there on the ground in a great defeated huff.



The second Dave comes home, Bro’s creepy puppet appears in his face – which isn’t uncommon, because Bro’s an asshole, but then it straddles his shoulder and stays.

“Something you wanna tell me, Davey?” Bro asks after a few seconds of watching the stare-down.

“Uh, no?” Dave says suavely, sweating fat drops and already revising his plan – ain’t no way he’s gonna get the food Karkat needs from home with Lil Cal cackling breathlessly into his ear.



The thing is that Dave, for all his coolkid talk, is not actually all that popular with most of his peers – not hated, but… not loved, either, he’s a bit weird. Stepping in the middle of that bullying scene is the most terrifying thing he’s done ever, and not even for the thing where they might turn on him and beat him up, but for the risk of becoming a pariah in turn.

But 1) Karkat counts on him not to starve, and 2) if he doesn’t defuse it properly and gets punched in the face he’s pretty sure Karkat will jump off the roof into the crowded courtyard to protect him, and that scares him possibly even more than never being talked to again.



“I admit that the next time I summon corporeal Class Fours on a dare I should probably make sure I have a plan for what to do with them afterwards,” Rose admits, seated against the air conditioning unit. Kankri gives a disdainful little sniff and eyes the scratchy gravel on the school roof and the total lack of shelter pointedly. “On the other hand I always wanted to learn and then forget German.”



“Omigosh you guys are keeping a puppy in the school?! – Come on, you’ve been smuggling way too much meat for a kitten and also they don’t eat vegetables, so when can I see it?”

“How about never,” Dave says with a defeated groan, already knowing she’ll follow them if they don’t bring her along, and knowing he might as well ask John to come with, even if John still has no clue.



“You, uh, you sure it was enough?” Dave asks without looking up, nursing his split lip.

“We’ve had that talk before, Dave, I’m not engaging in breeding-related acts with someone who doesn’t even seem to have started his adult molt,” Karkat retorts, and nudges Dave’s chin up to flick his tongue tongue at the blood pearling where Stan the Boulder applied an elbow earlier.

“I’m telling you, I’m just too good at shaving, my lumberjack beard will be growing back any day now,” Dave banters back, toes curled and trying very hard not to smile.



So the thing with bringing Dave’s older brother in, is that Dirk might have a driver’s license and a big truck he can borrow but he’s also hella judgey about how much better he’d do it all.

Also it’s barely ten minutes after they leave the school’s protective wards when six police cars rush up and box them in.

Dave spends the next five hours wrapped bodily around his demon to make sure no one shoots.



“We didn’t summon them behind the bleachers, we summoned them behind the cafeteria.”

“Okay, way less cliche,” Bro drawls back, and ignores Karkat’s sullen glower over Dave’s shoulder, “but still, enjoy your hundred years of community service either way and I’m told I should tell you that your next school will not allow your demon on the premises.”

Eh, he’ll see Karkat all weekend long, now he’s exiled from the town; the main thing that bothers Dave about landing in a new school where he’ll have a rep as a crazy badass summoner is he’s going to miss John and Jade something awful, but it’s by far the worst.



“Come and swim with me,” Karkat tells him – Rose’s mom gave him and Kankri the full run of the house and grounds, save for the labs.

Dave doesn’t swim much but if it’s to spend time with Karkat he’s prepared to worse exertions.
Karkat mock-sinks him twice, and kisses him once, and says, “Good job letting the Earth carry your fat ass round the sun for the sixteenth time in a row, I guess,” with his eyes all soft behind the put-upon annoyance, and Dave grins and thinks, oh, I am so fucked.


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Anonymous asked: For the ficlet thing could we get Motdp daemon au with karkat playing with bowie?


So Karkat is flat on his back – which with the spinal blades and the root of his wings Dave understood to be pretty uncomfortable – and he has his feet up, kicking lazily, and Bowie hops from one murdertoe to the next and flits between his grasping hands and lets herself be launched up just so she can drift back down.

It’s pretty hard for Dave to concentrate on his job when a few feet off to the side, in the open space between the coffee table and the front door, his soul and his demon are flirting.
They say they’re not but Dave doesn’t know what else to call it.


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Anonymous asked: motdp daemon au; roleswap and daemons?


Dave’s long, giant anaconda tail is coiled several times around Kulira, and Karkat twitches. The orange scales on it are, he thinks, supposed to be more like bird leg scales than snake scales but the effect still disturbs him, his hare in the middle of two square meters of snake.

It doesn’t help that she’s been snickering for the last hour about the two ridiculous foot-long flight feathers Dave has tangled in his hair to look like rabbit ears, either; Karkat still feels short of breath, watching it, still too much like… it’s atavistic fear, it’s got to be.