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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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[askerian]

If you had water powers you'd turn the tube-shaped water ejector on them right here and now. You don't, that'd be too useful, so you scan the group for your wayward woolbeasts. Last you checked they were -- aha.

You drift to the side of the group and pretend to check your shoes for pebbles, so people won't stop and ask what you're doing (if they can be assed to pay attention to anyone but the partners they're chatting up, that is) and then when almost everyone has passed you, you ghost back up.

Your targets are clustered. This is only slightly less suspicious than those times when Egbert sneaks you side glances while going hee hee hee like a panshaken yet oddly happy goat. Eridan's been sore about being dumped out of Vriska's black quadrant ever since it happened, in other words forfuckingever ago. Granted the time was probably shorter for him but even back before Kanaya cut him off his whiny mourning was edging into tedious.

(Alright, no, back in the day you liked advising him, to the point where kid-you, being a stupid little fuck as most past Karkats are wont to be, was vaguely entertaining thoughts of dragging him in the diamond quadrant it he ever managed to flip flushed with Feferi, only Eridan just never really listened to you or advised you back.)

They're not sniping right now, not even really looking at each other. They're whispering, close, but watching someone else, throwing little guarded glances. You might have been counting down the minutes until one of the two of them felt safe enough to abscond and-or otherwise fuck the whole group over, but if there's something worse than another attempt to rekindle that particular clusterfuck of a kismesissitude, it's probably the two of them in cahoots.

You sneak. You're not surprised that Eridan doesn't notice -- he has good, sharp senses but he's overconfident about them -- but that Vriska doesn't means she really must be invested in the conversation.

"... cull evveryone!" Eridan whispers. Okay yes no what the almighty fuck you need to know what they're talking about right now.

"Okay, I miiiiiiiight see your point. She's kind of... But -- Karkat! Hi. What are you doing here."

Fuck.

The flat, suspicious glare Vriska directs your way only widens your toothy grin. You wanted to listen in longer, but oh well, there are other ways! You step up between them, an arm around each neck. It almost looks friendly. If you're blind. Or socially mutilated and incapable of reading a threat.

"So! Who are we planning to cull today?" you ask brightly. You swear your fangs would sparkle if there was just a touch more moonlight.

Eridan gives you a look full of wounded innocence at the sheer, black unfairness of your question (hi Feferi, hi Kanaya) while Vriska stiffens and goes "If we were going to cull someone, we wouldn't tell you! How stupid do you think we are!"

Funny how normal grins make your cheeks ache in short order, but when you're thinking about how happy you'd be to eat someone's face off it just feels like the most natural configuration for your facial muscles to take. Some days you're afraid Gamzee influenced you just as much as you've influenced him. Right now you bet he'd just tell you "whatever makes you happiest, best bro!" and you are nothing if not a considerate moirail who listens faithfully to the advice of his paler half.

Eridan is the weaker link, so you go full cannons on him. "Okay! Don't tell me. Maybe you'll tell Feferi."

He sneaks Feferi's back a look, all long swinging hair and swingier hips, and he shrinks.

"What was that?" You lean your hearing plate toward him. "Glub glub yes please sir, oh boy would I love to? Well, no reason to wait!" And you start to pull him so he'll walk faster.

You're expecting it when he digs in his heels, but when Vriska does the same on your other side, and digs a really sharp elbows under your ribs on top, you're a little more surprised. The glare she spears you with is soul-withering.