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It's been a year already? :O
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.
Re: Poor Tavros (p2/2)
d'aw, they're gonna end up with the whole troll army into their pack, way it's going. XDD
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(Anonymous) 2013-07-27 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)[whines] I want them to have equal numbers of humans and trolls, though, and I can't find more humans!
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(Anonymous) 2013-07-27 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)Bleh. My story, my rules. Yay, genderflips! Squarewave, Hal, enjoy your complementary cleavage-to-come.
Previously unknown Lalonde/Striders (by age): Sawtooth, Lil Hal, Squarewave, Lil Seb.
Parents: out of the picture. Grew up running wild in the twisted pack Bro and Ms. Lalonde were born into - until social services found out. None of them have partners, they're all neglected, so they were supposed to go to foster homes. That, however, would mean being split up (or so they've been told by other pack members).
Troll title: In Which A Boy of Fourteen, A Girl Of Twelve, A Girl of Seven, And A Girl Of Five, Being Unfairly Neglected, Come To The Attention Of The Authorities, Are Misled As To The Consequences Of This, And Embark On A Grand Trek To Introduce Themselves To Their Blood-Relations (Who Are Lamentably Uninformed As To Their Existence), Whose Pack Is Currently On The Front Lines Of The Latest Troll-Human War. Featuring Various Amusing Gender-Related Misunderstandings, Grand Escapes From Well-Intentioned Meddling, Terrifying Brushes With Natural Dangers (Including But Not Limited To Large Predators, Sudden Floods, And Unforeseen Injuries) And Unnatural Dangers (Including But Not Limited To Foraging Trolls, Weapons Testing, And At Least One Minefield), An Unexpected Complication As They Do Not Know Their Relations' Names Or Identifying Features, And A Happy Ending As They Are Accepted Into Their Blood-Relations' Pack And Become The Symbolic Representation Of Said Pack's Worthiness To Be Considered A Power In Its Own Right.
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(Anonymous) 2013-07-27 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)I may at some point add at least one ficlet about the kids.
...Ye Gods, I've really taken over the comment section on here, haven't I?
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haha it's fine, i don't mind XD
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(Anonymous) 2013-07-27 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2013-07-31 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)==> Be Hal
Your name is Hal. You chose it for yourself, you fought for it till you were red in tooth and claw (technically fingernails, but who's asking?), and it is yours.
You don't have a surname. There are whispers, rumours, hinted-but-not-spoken in the pack about your uncle and aunt (you think that's how they're related to you); one called Lalonde, one called Strider, who cares which is which or why they chose those names.
Lalonde sounds all soft and prissy-refined, which is not your style. You think you might like Strider, though.
You said that once and got laughed at by one of the unpartnered, told Strider is male but you don't know if that's true or if the wolf even knows anything about your unspoken-of relatives. Except for what everyone knows, the things that mark them as your relatives just as much as their smell would: pale hair, strange eyes, and refusal to listen when the pack told them how to rewrite their personalities so they'd fit in better.
You never listened. Sawtooth, who's two years older than you and a boy and acts like it makes him oh-so-superior, never listened either. Squarewave, running around in a backwards baseball cap and baggy jeans and laughing so loudly whenever outsiders think she's a boy, never listened. Even lil' Seb, cute and deadly and you are so proud to be related to this little murderbot that you might shed a happy tear or two, doesn't listen when he's told that how he is is wrong and he has to change it.
Maybe if you had, if all of you had, you wouldn't be here, staring at each other with no idea of what to do. Maybe if you hadn't let that officious man with the clip-on laminated badge know that you've never been to school - if Sawtooth hadn't told the lady with her hair up that he's considering whose bed he should go to to get the best standing in the pack - if Seb hadn't been strifing with Squarewave when the police came to the latest disturbance -
Doesn't matter. You're all getting taken from the pack - something something unfit guardians, yawn not being taught yawn potential, blah blah dangerous situation blah - and you have nowhere else to go.
Except you do.
You might.
You know about your whispered-about relative's children, and they've got a pack. (Weird, so weird, to think of belonging to a pack that isn't twisted in on itself.) You can go to them, they'll take you in (you think, you hope - family matters, right?) and you'll all get to stay together.
You look at your (maybe-because-no-one-in-the-pack-bothers-to-keep-track-of-things-like-this)siblings, and you ask yourself for a moment if you want to stay with them, and then you try and picture not knowing how they are and fuck that noise, you aren't letting them go that easily.
So all you have to do is get to their pack.
Just one problem.
They're on the frontline in the war.
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(Anonymous) 2013-07-31 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)Hal's expecting a real power-struggle with him over who leads them, but he's perfectly willing to let her lead just as long as he gets to act superior while he's following.
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(Anonymous) 2013-07-31 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)...She said, lying through her teeth.
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(Anonymous) 2013-10-11 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)==> Situation: Four human children wielding various blades are facing a psyonic troll with red-blue shades and doubled horns. The troll has just informed them that they aren't going to get any bounty for killing him because he's part of the local human/troll-wolfpack.
==> Hal: Burst into tears.
Fuck you. ...Or whoever came up with that. You do not do stereotypical overreactions to simple relief.
The heavy breathing is because you've been running. It is not sobbing. Not at all.
If Sawtooth is stupid enough to give you that handkerchief he has somehow pulled out of thin air, he's getting it back as a suppository.
==> Sollux: Be clueless about what to do with a crying child.
That's for wastes of breath like Eridan. You are a highly intelligent computerrorist, who knows exactly how he should respond to any situation at any given time.
Your high intelligence is telling you that the four incredibly dirty grubs facing you are Striders and Lalondes. Pale hair, weapons, no self-preservation, already giving you a headache. Striders. Two female. Lalondes.
You know exactly what to do.
"Hey! Guys! Dave hasn't been paying his support!"
(By the way? The human thing about Ancestors paying for the upkeep of their Descendents is totally weird. They are never allowed to call quadranting weird again. (You make a note to tell Roxy this as soon as possible.))
Aaand that's your duty to the pack fulfilled. You turn your attention back to the palmtop you've been messing around with. Dirk and Equius worked together to make the hardware; you might as well put some thought into the software you're writing for it.
==> Roxy: Go see what Sollux is talking about.
Hmm. Could be fun. Then again, hanging around here to tease Dave about it could be fun, too.
But it'll be easier to tease him if you know what's going on, so you wander off in the right direction. Tequila's gone ahead of you. PUPS! Our pups!
You have baby cousins!
"Woooohoooooooo!"
==> John: Welcome your new packmembers!
You'd love to, if you knew about them. Politics. Bluh. Especially when they mean you, Karkat, Feferi, Terezi, Jane, and Dirk, won't know about any of this fun stuff until later!
Meeting beureaucrats to argue over where your pack's territory should be has never been so sucky.
Oh well, you'll get back just in time to join in the party Nepeta and Jade arrange to celebrate your pack's new kids.
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(Anonymous) 2013-08-15 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)==> Be Seb
Sawtooth is limping.
He's not the only one who's hurt, but - Sawtooth is limping. Sawtooth doesn't get injured. Sawtooth doesn't have weaknesses. Squarewave, Squarewave gets injured all the time because she doesn't say what she should or act like they want, and Hal has all of you as weaknesses (it's nice, knowing that, like - like having a cuddleable thought, only no one can see it and take it away from you). Sawtooth is the stone-cold fighter who always knows just what to say to drive everyone off. Sawtooth doesn't get injured. He gets other people injured. Sawtooth doesn't have weaknesses. He takes advantage of other people's weaknesses.
Sawtooth is limping, and it's your fault.
You're useful. You're useful because you're small enough to get into places that none of the others can. You got sent into this one to get some more supplies, but you weren't expecting guns and tracking dogs. You were careless.
You were meant to call for Sawtooth if you got into trouble, but this was your fault. Your fault, your problem. That's what Sawtooth would have said. So you ran a bit further than you were meant to and yelled for Hal - only Hal wasn't there, she was further away than you'd thought, and you only got the dogs' attention and they were running up and then Sawtooth was there, being supercool ninja and he got you both out of there but one of the dogs got him because he was too busy rescuing you to protect himself.
You don't get why he rescued you. You're here because you're useful. If you got yourself into trouble you couldn't get yourself out of, doesn't that just mean you aren't useful enough to be worth keeping?
Maybe he's worried that Hal won't let him throw you out of the pack for her. She's worried that he's gonna try for packleader, which is kind of dumb of her because everyone knows that you never try for packleader when scout or enforcer is so much more fun, but if he didn't bring you back maybe she'd be mad about it.
You'd be planning your lies about how the trouble you caused isn't so bad, but you can't because there's proof that it was laid out in toothmarks on Sawtooth's skin.
Sawtooth is limping, and it's your fault, and you're gonna be thrown out of the pack when Hal hears.
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(Anonymous) 2013-08-15 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)==>Be Sawtooth
Strid'n through forest
Leg's damn sore
But Seb-bot's silence hurts way more
Fuck, that was crappy. Trying to make raps about your situation normally gives you some distance from it. Ain't working this time. Maaaybe 'cause your tiny not-a-pack's tinier murderbot mascot (Halgal may not have much skill in rapping, but you like her style when it comes to nicknames) showed for all the world to see that he believes you won't rescue him even if you've been told to.
Maybe the way he's waiting for you to toss him away and leave him for the guys you're running from to find has something to do with it, too.
You don't get it. Sure, you've got yourself a cast-iron rep - in your old pack, you damn well needed it, even teenybot knows that. But where the hell does that rep say you're gonna let a six-year-old get himself killed?
The bit that really feels like Seb-bot shoved something sharp in your gut, though, is how he was yelling for Hal. Halgal maybe pats him on the head roughlike, but she's just as quick to pinch or punch to get attention on her.
'Cept, thinking about it, you've never seen her punch him. Pinches when he's getting too sure of himself, sure, teenybot's got a permanent black spot on his upper arm, but she gets all claws-in with him like she's a cat.
You've never punched him. Never pinched him, neither. Strict hands-off policy, that's you; so what if it means no headpats? Ain't not being hurt worth not being hugged?
Way Seb-bot's acting like you'd throw him out for a half-dime, seems he thinks the answer's no.
What the hell are you meant to do about that?
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i like the bit of insight into sawtooth's character re: rapping u.u
ahh the group dynamics. :333
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(Anonymous) 2013-08-15 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)The group dynamics are fucked-up. None of them know how to do healthy interactions, so Hal is 'disciplining' Seb and Squarewave every time they do something she thinks is dangerous and bristling warily at Sawtooth. She's also hugging the younger kids and making it clear that she cares about them, though, so it's better than what they had in the twisted pack - which, it has to be remembered, is their only real point of reference.
Seb is now panicking that he's going to get thrown out for not being good enough because that's how the twisted pack worked. Sawtooth is basically thinking, 'Well I know that I care about them and wouldn't leave any of them behind, how can the little kid not see past my perfect poker face and hear the words I refuse to get near to saying? How come he can't tell that I would totally hug all of them if that wouldn't intrude on my preferred personal space of two metres minimum?'
Hal will sort this out - kind of. Sawtooth's punishment for scaring Seb (by not making it obvious that he would back him up) will be to be sat on, literally, by Squarewave for the next four evenings. By the third, Seb will be cautiously creeping over and poking at Sawtooth's foot, and Sawtooth will be glaring huffily in the general direction of the sky and not complaining. Then, when the punishment's over, Seb will sit on Sawtooth's lap to eat that evening.
Hal, of course, will miraculously have a camera (or equivalent) to hand. I'm sure you'll be shocked to learn that it's broken by the next morning, and Seb has a proud bounce in his step all day.
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(Anonymous) 2013-08-16 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)Extra note for the sake of it: it might not come across well in the fic, but when Seb was thinking that Hal having them as weaknesses was a cuddleable thought, he meant that it's his private security blanket/soft toy. It's not tangible, but that just means no one else can steal it or ruin it.