Life and Times of Teh Asuka

TOTAL: 25 387 WORDS.

FINALLY A CORRECT WORD COUNT. >:O *pats demon patrol, pats BT* good boys.

POSTED
-BATTLEFIELD TERRA CHAPTER EIGHT FUCK YEEEEEEEEEESSSS (2 062 words)
-Battlefield Terra: Dad Egbert during chapter, uh, five? Six? (363 words)
-Crash Standing: Bro POV during the pirates scene (625 words)
-Battlefield Terra: Jack Noir and the Midnight Crew (514 words)
-30th Century sequel ficlet: cats (475 words)
-Crash Standing: prequel ficlet, Byrd POV (161 words)
-Arranged Marriage Knights DaveKat AU: Slick & Crow silliness (855 words)
-Arranged Marriage Knights DaveKat AU: Page of Heart (3 749 words)
-Sunlightverse: Three silly drabbles ( Nep&Eq, Sollux&Terezi, Terezi&Aradia) (513 words) (lost in my tumblr and too small to link separately so i will be reposting them with the teasers)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: Jane, Dad, Grand Highblood (1 063 words)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: Karkat, Jade, Dave (526 words)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: Gamzee, Roxy (1 073 words)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: John, Vriska (1 629 words)
-Covalent 'verse, Vriska and John's first chatlog (536 words)


WIP
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol chapter 23 (11 098 words) (complete, just needs betaing!!!)
-Girl Genius: attempt at an OC jaeger and townie fic that hasn't worked out yet (151 words)

and uh

nothing else??? i posted everything????? wow. okay cool.

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Two sequels to By The Letter (of the law)

Anonymous said: Dorky Knights, a couple (two??) months later, trying to make out during some free time but their mounts won't leave them alone. Bad Crow.

The good thing about being a knight lawfully wedded to another knight is that he’s always got a partner. Especially because of the political angle to being a Dersite and a Prospitian, or a troll and a human — they get lots of peacekeeping assignments, not to the level of leading war parties but sort of pre-diplomacy. Diplomacy with teeth. Flattening the ground for the real diplomacy parties — and sometimes it turns out the problem can be resolved with a good talking-to, no need to bring in his hell-sister and turn everyone inside out.

Metaphorically speaking. Most of the time. But anyway.

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Anonymous said: By the Letter (of the law), five years later

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They don't really bother with court much. Karkat didn't enjoy Prospit's court already; Derse's makes him twice as happy that he's got disputes to slap down, speeches of friendship and country-wide news to deliver, and town-to-town enmities to mediate and scratch his ashen itch on. Even if he hated his current life he would hate it less than Derse's court.

The Empresses requested their presence, though, and he's good at hating things he's got to deal with anyways.

Case in point. "Dave I swear to all that is holy if you molest my gloves again I will slap you in the face with them."

"Huh."

"In a really not sexy way."

"Aw."

Karkat clears his throat and looks away from Dave's pouting lips. "You made us late enough with the boots, let's go already." He can still feel Dave's warm hands 'helping you tuck your pants in those stupid boots properly' all over his thighs.

He tucks Dave's arm in his and hauls him out of the door.

"Do you even like that kind of pain?" he grumbles -- quietly so the servants won't catch that they're discussing their sex life in public corridors once again.

"Face-slapping? Eh." Dave purses his lips. Karkat tears his eyes away. "I'd totally tolerate it if it made your clothes fall back off. They're so pretty, they'd probably make you look twice as good naked."

Karkat rolls his eyes, and vows to work twice as hard not to let on that the stupidly fancy court clothes Dave's brother sent them to wear are stiff and scratchy and ridiculously attention-grabbing, and make him miss his traveling leathers already. The lengths one will go to in order to please their matesprit, seriously.( Read more... )

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on the upside, BT! CHAPTER IS ALMOST COMPLETE FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS >:E

POSTED:
-Girl Genius: On The Matter of Heirs (Agatha/Gil/Tarvek) (1 873 words)
-Gundam Wing: Lone Wolf and Pilot chapter 7 (2 221 words)
-Demon Patrol chapter 22 (1 939 words)

WIP:
-BATTLEFIELD TERRA CHAPTER EIGHT FUCK YEEEEAH (7 650 words)
-Gundam Wing: Lone Wolf and Pilot chapter 8 (1 624 words)
-Latula/Mituna/Kankri beach fic (852 words)

Still no teaser for BT mwahahaha but have this little bit of random silliness:

*BT!Dirk seeing Equius for the first time*

TT: Holy crappaloosa. Even his muscles have muscles.
TG: yeah huh hes like a human boulder
TG: only more like an alien boulder instead i guess
TG: shit son i bet he weighs more than you and me combined and its all flesh pistons dedicated to punching power thatd almost be mildly terrifying if either of us ever got terrified
TT: Shit, yes. Daunting.
TT: I have got to figure out if he’s single.
TG: DIRK NO
TT: Dirk yes.
TT: I’m totally fanning myself right now. Hubba hubba.
TG: who told you to give me visuals of you trying to climb mount blue alien doom fucks sake bro
TG: i hope you die of a perforated colon you complete asswaffle
TT: Worth it.

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FINALLY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. this chapter was such a GIGANTIC PAIN to write and I don't get why.

8k long. Contains some public embarrassment, so if that bothers you here's your heads-up.

Person/wolf pairs are Duo (motor about to overload)/Killer (rusting car carcass on hot pavement), Trowa/Coyote, Wufei/Glenfiddich (stag and snow), and Heero (cordite and nitroglycerin and blood)/Mary(summer wind through the city).

Relevant OCs: Wangai/Shark (fish blood and storm at sea) and Rosca/Folha (lathering horse in harness)

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"Can't go -- haring off -- Maxwell -- he says," Duo grunted, "That asshole -- then he goes--"

Bite him, Killer agreed as he attacked an obstacle with vengeful enthusiasm.

"Chang -- fucking -- hate you!"

The wolfless trainees he was passing on the track stared at him. Who cared! Duo sped up some more. He wished Wufei and Glen were in range to hear him rant at them -- or listening, either or, he couldn't tell if they were close or not. Trowa and Coyote were definitely close enough, and radiating smug and nothing else.

"That's your twelfth lap, Maxwell!" Wangai threw as he passed her again. Exasperation and worry flicked through from her (ten laps a day two too many/going too fast angry), almost fainter than Coyote even though he and Trowa were probably all the way across the Preventers compound.

"I don't care!" he yelled back. He should probably tone down the histrionics some, but --

Killer passed Shark with barely a glance. He was running to find summer-wind-in-the-city and who cared about storm at sea and fish blood, she was close close waiting and if they ran really fast they could maybe go find her??

Duo didn't have the heart to explain to him that no matter how fast they ran they still wouldn't get any free time to go find Mary! before noon at best.

It did spend some superfluous adrenaline, though. Duo couldn't help it, it was pavlovian at this point. Whenever Heero appeared in his life, military coups and prison breaks followed, it was just the way it was. He could tell this time was different -- why was Heero coming in person to the Preventers, he was a solo agent down to the bone, the quintessential lone wolf --

Not alone? Got summer-wind-in-the-city.

So I guess they're a two-wolf pack then. Hah.
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zahhaked asked: "Latula/Mituna, first time after MT's accident (doesn't necessarily have to have "successful")"

No on-screen sex but they're still talking and thinking about it in pretty detailed ways. so, let's go with R. 640 words.

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The third time he elbows her in the face is also the hardest. She doesn't manage to laugh it off in time, and his face twists and he flings himself off her so hard he slips over the edge of the bed. He thumps to the ground in a meaty, resonant way that makes her think he landed smack on his chest. She hurries to the end of the mattress, a hand on her face -- yeah, there'll be a hella nice black eye there in another half hour.

"MT? Mituna, honey--"

He contorts on the floor like a cut worm so he can look up at her, and she can feel her bulge retract. He's about to cry, eyes overbright.

"I'm so sorry, I'm a bulge, not even a bulge, bulges are cool as fuckhell, shit, shit--"

If she lets him keep yelling at himself he will be calling himself names and then he'll be depressed for days, and then she won't get laid. She doesn't even think before she rolls over the edge and lands on him.

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ok on one hand i find the most recent plot twist in naruto kind of super silly (reincarnation now really? even in the "no they don't have the same souls those guys' chakra just goes down the ages and clings to people" way... was that NECESSARY??)

on the other hand this week's chapter gave me such a naruto/sasuke ping wow i thought my shipping heart was dead to them

IT WAS JUST RESTING.

nghhhgh babies.

I had to write something for the AO3 series page, figured I might as well post it here too.

Contains worldbuilding and a list of people and wolves and scent names.

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For the Psychic Wolves for Lupercalia challenge.

Miles is quite resigned to staying wolf-less, to having yet another mark of Vor worthiness denied to him. It's okay; he has his career now. Admiral Naismith needs no wolf!

Hello, surprise cub.

10k words. Sequel to Paddy.

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The Imperial gardens were full of wolf cubs.

Miles sidestepped a moving knot of brawling, still plushy-furred teenagers, bit back a short-lived smile as Ivan was hit behind the knees and almost went down.

Ivan's brother was ambling back, gently nosing the cubs away from his wobbling human. Amongst the assembled Vor and the Armsmen lining the walls at least one in five moved alongside their own companion, and Lady Luck willing tonight there would be more. Half of those young hopefuls milling around, forgetting (some of) their dignity to tease the pups would later in the evening be going to the brothers of those she-wolves who had birthed their intended, request permission to court. It was in fact remarkably similar to the dance one danced with women, save that male or female it was the wolf who had the last word, always.

A wet nose pressed into his palm. Miles blinked down at Ivan's Paddy, sneaked his head a pat.

"Cuz?"

It was annoying how randomly perceptive Ivan had gotten since he'd acquired Paddy to notice things for him, Miles thought.

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Ahh, I don't know what I'm gonna write this year. Apart from more of the GW pilots WIP but that's a given. The next chapter is halfway done, damn it, I can do that in three weeks! But I want something new too. I have this Miles Vorkosigan story that I started to plot out, but Miles is such a hard character to write...