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[askerian]

Look at me spamming people with random babble. You guys know why? NO ONE IS ONLINE TO SIT ON ME AND MAKE ME WRITE IS WHY.

° One week before the end of the month and I still haven't written any teamwork. One of these days (NOT TODAY) I'mma just gonna make a LJ post and... idk, every time someone comments I have to post them what I wrote since the last comment, or something. Maybe that'll motivate me (or maybe i'll be too busy answering comments to actually write XD)

° On the other hand today I wrote a bit of Lone Wolf and Pilot, the GW thing with bonded telepathic wolves, which is boring as fuck and mostly setup for the INCOMING CLUSTERFUCK bwahaha go killer go, but still, I have two complete scenes before that and maybe I could post them here or something. I remember when I used to spam you guys with all my scenes fresh from my bleeding and battered fingers. Maybe I should get back to that. >__>

° I also worked a lot on an illustration for the fic! I... pretty much traced an official pic of heero and duo and then added wolves in it. *cackles* I'm really not taking it as ~art~, it's more like an edit, but wow my fingers. Also I wish I knew how to make fake screencaps because it'd look really fun if I could copy the anime style, but every time I've tried to learn I was just... yawn lasso tool oh hey a butterfly, and the skill stayed unlearned.

I also started a pic with Heero and Duo and their merlin and crow daemons for that OTHER alternate universe with GW people having speshul soul pets. Self, what are you trying to tell me here... oh right! i should totes be illustrating the Gundams as Dragons verse. Yup, that must be it. Augh, illustration ADD. I think I just want Gboys and ANIMALS. >_>;

° In Homestuck news I'm a bit scared of the popularity of that Big Robots AU to be honest. XD; I was only planning to do their meeting at first, a sort of This One Gundam Episode Where Two Enemies Are Stuck On An Island At Night trope, and then the bunnies wanted to know what next and now, crap, I have to figure out more badass stuff to shove in that plot (AN ACTUAL STRUCTURED PLOT WOULD ALSO BE NICE), but so far I mostly have random telepathic shenanigans and Gamzee being terrifying and also John and Karkay using contrived nanomachines-related excuses to suck face. Which is always fun, I admit, but hmm. And now a ton of people like it, and they're all "i can't wait to see where you're going!!!" and uh okay, self, it's cool, most of your fics are done with that seat of the pants approach to storytelling ANYWAY! *makes self breathe*

° Re: Back to the Garden, so far I have two scenes. One of them is ten FIFTEEN pages of Karkat Is Nosy And A Mother Hen And Pale For Everyone Ever, and the other one is about eight of Gamzee Is So In Pity With Tav And Karkat Awwsocute And Also A Really Creepy Motherfucker. No trace of action or politics or adventures, apart from some silly forest wanderings.

So i'm like "That's a lot of pages! I should post them as a preview!" and then I'm like "that's a lot of pages where NOTHING HAPPENS BUT LOTS OF TALK" and the next scenes are going to be actionny and reveal more plot stuff so I'm thinking if I want the chapter to feel balanced I should just wait to have the complete thing or else chapter 2A will feel REALLY slowboring...?????

but aaaaaaaaaaawannapostsomething. ;^;

° wanna post somethiing

° but nothing is complete why

° because i haven't completed anything is why aaaaa

° aaaAAaAAAAAAAaaaaa

° and in conclusion, aaaaaaaa.

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OKAY FINE. just reposting from the start. also i am so hard to convince. So hard guys.

[askerian]

==> Be the swoony Friendleader Knight of Blood.

"I still say we should have kept that sweet wagon. Tricked it out with steel caps, chrome bumpers, some pimpdaddy-purple velvet pillows on that front bench, my spare stereo..."

Strider's voice is an irritating toneless drawl; it isn't especially loud, but still manages to be like the buzz of an insect in the dark, just right next to your ear as it looks for the best spot to sting you; no matter where you go or how much you swat at it it's still right here, tuning it out is impossible.

It's not like you can turn around and tell the cluster of humans to control the constant flow of word-bile that spews forth from their ever-flapping facegashes, either, not when others are talking as well. You tried to enforce silence for maybe ten minutes at the very start of the walk; it was of course doomed to failure, you don't know what possessed you to hope it wouldn't be.

You speed up a little, to go check on... urgh, who is there to check on that you actually want to talk to, not Eridan or Vriska, that's for sure. Tavros maybe? Bet he'd just grin and bounce on his fleshy toes and take ten minutes to say how, uh, how very happy he, um, is, that, er, they're home and, um, not besieged by imperial drones and a couple battleships and maybe a nest of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks.

Maybe Terezi...?

"The sleepy lioness wonders how much farther the brave hunting party must journey to reach its cozy den."

Flop. Suddenly, a Nepeta handbag. You trip a little, glower down at her from where she's hanging all her weight on your elbow. She's... not that much smaller, but apparently in that third-of-a-perigee you now have on her you had a bit of a growth spurt and -- obviously, being dead at the time -- she didn't, so she stayed a compact bundle of nothing but hard muscles and sinews. Heavier than she looks, and much tinier than she weighs.

Being younger doesn't make her face look any less lined with exhaustion. A prickle of guilt makes you swallow the 'when did you turn into a blood flow-hampering anterior limb accessory' you were about to let out. She's been on point ever since you guys started walking, alone and covering three times as much ground as everyone else, and it'll only be another two hours at most before dawn.

"... The mighty pride leader knows what he's doing, okay?"

Nepeta tilts her head and makes one of her retarded kitty mouth-noises that she thinks are cute. You sigh. You're too tired to find it annoying.

(Not so tired you actually find it cute, you'd have to cull yourself, but enough to feel a little twinge of a pale desire to pat her head and tell her all about how ridiculous she is, in the nicest way possible. You get random shooshpapping twinges around just about everyone you know, though -- and instead of getting territorial over the mere mention Gamzee finds it adorable as all fuck, so you just try to ignore it and only guilt about it the barest minimum.)

"I've been counting those stone markers by the road. We've now seen three roadside shelters at about the same intervals, so if I'm not missing my guess there'll be a fourth soon and then we can stop for the day."

Those shelters are so weird. Not the make itself -- dug right into the embankment so the back wall and half the sides are cool, packed earth and the front is all thick, whitewashed rocks to reflect daylight away, living tree branches bent and tied together to add a layer of shadows over the roof; makes sense against the daylight heat if you have to do without materials of carpenter drone make -- but the fact that they exist at all, and that obviously it's a standardized habit.

You figure it's got to be a human thing, something else they changed, because no troll you've ever heard of would have bothered making things easy for other travelers they don't know from their quadrant-corner's lusus, and if they didn't know where the hell they were going, or couldn't manage to find their own shelter, well, too bad for them and plan better next time you crotchstains whoops too late.