Life and Times of Teh Asuka

TOTAL: 31 358 words.

Less than I was trying for, but how dare my brother get married there in the middle. >__> The lack of big chaptered multipart update is annoying ( a lot of this total is ficlets) but I am still quite satisfied at the total. Good job, self.

POSTED:
-30-th Century Night sequel - four weeks in, Dave POV (3 329 words)
-two 30-th Century Night daemon AU ficlets (1 421 words)
-Crash Standing Daemon AU ficlet (509 words)
-Three Battlefield Terra daemon AU ficlets (5 246 words)
-FF7 Daemon AU: Breon settles (833 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol, Rose prequel, Scourge Summoner (961 words)
-A Troll Not Named Fuckass - DaveJade & Karkat, pet Karkat AU fluff (7959 words)

WORKS IN PROGRESS:
-Three complete pesterlogs for Covalent'verse (2 905 words) (not posting them outside tumblr yet cause i want to write a few more and post them all as a complete narrative.)
-Covalent'verse - chatlog snippets, some spoiler and some to be deleted (418 words)
-Battlefield Terra, main fic (1 119 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol, chapter 16 (3 759 words) (a lot of it porny)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol snippet that went nowhere (71 words)
-Jade/Dave/Karkat/John/Terezi fluff-porn (2 455 words)
-Attempt at a sequel to Gotta Go Fast Beat'er 2000!! (96 words) (orz)
-Attempt at a daemon AU to Midnight on the Demon Patrol (170 words)
-Attempt at a daemon AU to the karkat gangbang fic (116 words)

( teasers thataway )

FF7 Daemon ficlets archive.

Tifa is 13. 800 words long.

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Breon doesn't settle especially early -- two of Tifa's agemates have settled already, a butterfly and a prairie dog -- or especially late -- three more are waiting their turn, Johnny and Lily and Cloud. Nothing important is happening -- it's not the anniversary of their mother's death, they haven't gotten into a fight, no one has dropped any actual wisdom on them, nothing.

They just go up to the pastures with the draft chocobos, Breon plodding along as a fourth chocobo himself, and they sit there in the sun and the brisk breeze coming from the shadowed Mount Nibel.

Breon flips eagle, as well, dips and sways in the wind, until he gets bored and lands on her knee. Tifa watches the chocobos patiently scratch roots out of the earth, watches the sheep come down from the higher slopes a bit. They feel safer surrounded by the bigger, protective birds.

The thing is, people don't chat about what they want their own daemon to be -- might jinx it -- but they do about what they think it'll reasonably be, even if they try not to be too hopeful, too unrealistic. They talk a ton about what they believe other people's will be.

Tifa apparently would be just perfect with a sweet, soft-furred, lop-eared bunny like her mother's. Or a small dog, or some kind of songbird -- this one she thinks is a bit weird, she's not really artistic or whimsical at all.( Read more... )

FUCKING FINALLY.

That is all.


( okay no there is more. )

(might reopen this and then it'll be open on lj/dw as well. atm a bit busy tho.)

Mostly Homestuck but some Gundam Wing as well. Also contains daemon ficlet, demon summoner AU AU, and BT!Karkat/General Harley.

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thingsareswinging asked: Karkat/Meenah, Scheherazade!stuck
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“For the love of little land sharks, I don’t even need the book anymore for that fucking story, I am not reading that fucking story once a fucking gain, I am so sick and tired of that fucking story I will erupt in a geyser of inner organs and vomit and turn myself inside out like a glove and die and why can’t we read a nice original romance for once or even some existential shit, I’ve got one with rowboats and three goldfish—”

She smirks and sprawls bare-belly up across his lap like the most dangerous, sexiest bookrest ever, and she snaps her fingers.

He wasn’t lying, for the next hour he doesn’t have to look at the book even once.
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( about twenty more snippets )

TOTAL: 38 953
:DDDDDDDDD not bad ohohoho.

POSTED:
-Three-Sentence-AU-Ficlets meme (2 328 words) (mostly HS but some GW in there too.)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol chapter 15 (5 532 words) (not edited yet, will post on lj later today)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol chapter 14 (8 063 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol chapter 13 (3 171 words)
-Covalent - Rose (3 663 words)
-Covalent - Dave (4 760 words)
-Covalent - John (5 009 words)

WORK IN PROGRESS:
-Terezi/Dave/Karkat/Jade/John oneshot silliness (4 319 words)
-Covalent - Jade (197 words) (failed/abandoned tidbits)
-Covalent - abandoned johnkat chat (137 words)
-Battlefield Terra (1 773 words)

( teasers thataway )

Warning for sexual harassment.

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Troll wifi sucks, is what Dave decides after twenty very calm, very rational minutes spent sitting on his ass in slimy heart-patterned boxers fiddling with his iShades, then his iPhone, and his suddenly not floating anymore turntop.

(It still works, it just won't stay up, and it's heavy on his knees.)

He'd use the desktop but his house has no power either. The lights won't turn on. His blinds aren't the best, though; outside there's billboards and shit, so he can see fine.

Maybe a little too fine.

He ain't complaining.

"Okay," he says to the walls -- good walls, best listeners, they didn't even mind when he was flipping his sh -- no, he was calm from the start, yes, he was. Anyway the walls are cool, they don't judge. "I need to go and fix this shit, if it can be fixed, and if I can't I need to find someone who can. Yep. That's the plan."

Interacting with strangers isn't something he looks forward to, but who knows what happened to Jade or John, the naive bastards, they know even less about trolls than he does and they're sure to land themselves in deep shit. Someone needs to come to the rescue.

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This chapter contains sex. Also some ponderings about dub/noncon.

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At least Karkat has gone back to resting his chin on Dave's knee, in the week between their blow-up and Kankri's summoning. At least there's that.

There's a strange cautiousness to it now, though. Karkat will come sprawl on the couch against him, and nap on the futon, but there's -- he keeps watching Dave.

Dave tries not to notice. He often fails.

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Kankri's summoning is a lot less dramatic than Karkat's. Makes sense: Kankri is right here, and Karkat was ensconced somewhere in the farthest reaches of the demon realm. Kankri's summoning benefits from his own advice on the phase of the moon (waning, thanks ever so much for making everyone get up at three fucking AM, a time Dave had never seen from that end of the night) and other such ceremonial fiddly details; Karkat's was done pretty much blind.

Kankri wants to come; Karkat didn't.

They scream just as loud as each other.

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(evening of day thirteen)
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You don't even need Bro's fingers flicking behind his hip as a signal; you can hear steps over your head, going straight for the staircase. The trolls went to look for bedrooms and of fucking course now it's the worst possible time they're coming back. You're rolling off the couch like a panther dropping off its branch onto some tasty prey in a second, and then you're flashstepping across the ridiculously luxurious whisky tasting lounge or whatever rich people call their living rooms, faster than you've managed since you became a sprite, fast enough to be invisible.

Bonk.

"What was that noise?" the lady cop -- there's a lady cop and a dudebro cop -- inquires. You rub at your smarting shoulder and scramble up on your feet in the safety of the curling staircase. Fuck braking, that's what stumps are for. Ow.

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POLICE DETECTIVE CONSORTING WITH DEMONS IN THE FLESH!


"Jade wasn't kidding about the headline, wow," Dave says as he drops the newspaper on the passenger's seat. "PR is going to bitch forever about it."

"I don't see why," grunts the lump under the bed sheet in the passenger's side foot well. "The only thing wrong about it is that they imply I'd ever share you."

Dave snorts. That'd almost sound romantic, if you amputated the whole 'life support/food source' context first. The light turns green; he starts the car again, and Karkat makes a displeased clicking noise; after a few seconds, the newspaper disappears under the sheet. Paper rustles.

"Believe me, they're still going to shit bricks. What's the article say? Read it to me, bud."

Dave knows Karkat is annoyed about it, because he says "Yes, Master," snidely before he does. "If I had told the readership a week ago that the police of this city would summon and bind a corporeal demon, I doubt any of you would have believed me. Yet, here I am, claiming that the Detective-Summoner David L. Strider has done just that. You weren't even alone and the Seer and the Witch did most of the job, what the fuck."

"Wow, how about you switch your voice a little when you read and when you editorialize, so I can tell 'em apart. It's weird as hell otherwise."

"Denied. You told me to read it to you, you didn't tell me not to add shit in."

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