It's been a year already? :O

[askerian]

Come write Psychic Wolves for Lupercalia - A Multi-Fandom Mini-Fest, February Thirteenth through Fifteenth!

Bluh. Why do none of my fandoms fit with telepathic wolves. I tried to come up with something for Stargate Atlantis but the only thing I managed to visualize was episode one with added wolfsister who is actually not quite John Sheppard's but used to be the sister of that guy he tried to rescue who died on him instead. And she changes NOTHING, which means this is not a good fic idea, and I don't want any longer, more divergent fic because, uh, because maybe it's a sign that I should update the Gundam Wing one I started last year faster instead. .__.;

But if someone wanted to write SGA/SG1 with wolves I would be so happy. SO. HAPPY. The happiest.

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Trying to feed you a plotbunny

[(Anonymous)]

==> Be Karkat Vantas.
You are Karkat Vantas. This means that you are a troll who can only escape culling so long as no one realises that your blood is in fact not rust but instead a mutant shade of bright red that just-so-happens to match the colour of your enemies, the humans.

(Personally, you don't have much problem with humans - they stay out of your way, you stay out of theirs, amazing! there is no problem, truly a shocking arrangement - but It Has Been Decided that they shouldn't be allowed to settle this country in peace, and who are you to speak against the considered military strategy of whichever bunch of wastechutelickers-who-will-never-come-within-a-hundred-clicks-of-the-land-you're-fighting-over decided on this, anyway?) (Besides being one of the people who's actually involved in said fighting.)

You are also, you have come to realise, the most insanely thinksponge-damaged fucktard to ever allow your insecurities and desperation to drive you to extremes in the entire history of trolldom. You will become the new benchmark of panshatteringly stupid futility for the rest of eternity, thanks to this moronic suicide display that you are laughably calling a plan.

==> Karkat: Think about the plan.
It's a bit late for that now, isn't it? You should have thought about it before carrying it out, but whoops! too late now, fuck you gentlebulges and ladynooks.

==> Karkat: Describe the plan.
Certainly. Would you prefer the descriptions to start with the insanity of the idea, the stupidity of thinking that you could carry it out, the worthlessness of losing your life in the attempt to do just that, the pointlessness of trying to when even a successful attempt will earn you precisely no respect or safety, or some other aspect?

==> Karkat: What is the plan?
For a moment of sheerest panic, you believe that you have forgotten it. Then you remember that, surprise! there wasn't enough to forget.

The plan is, in its entirety: Get hold of one of the wigglers of the terrifying howlbeasts the humans team up with to hunt and fight (and possibly indulge in the most bizarre moiralliegances you have ever had the misfortune of laying ganderbulbs on, you can't really tell on that point but it looks horrifyingly likely). Having done so, escape with said wiggler, and bring it back for the docterrorists to experiment on.