Life and Times of Teh Asuka

For a too-long moment you're struck completely dumb. You kneel there like a tool with a cat on your shoulder and a cat on your head as gunshots keep cracking on the deck above.

Running steps, several, heavy, and you can't really tell but you can tell anyway, they're not any of yours.

Steps on the stairs. You throw yourself back into the laundry room, your hand up to keep Gcat from falling. He slips anyway to become your new kitty hat, his paws on your shades knocking them askew and those are automatic guns outside so you captchalogue them, hat-cat and ear-warmer-cat both. (You tag them FELINE OVERLORDS for sylladex indexing purposes.) You just, nowhere fuckin' else to put them and ooooh fuck, where are you supposed to hide in here, the light's still on. You slap it off but the corridor still has little lights on so you can't come out, and then you hear them, one person, two.

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Day 14.
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You wake up, roll over, and there is some more bed to roll onto, nary a hard floor rising to smack your face after a tiny half-wriggle. A long, gorgeous stretch of (vaguely starchy) cool, empty sheets stretch under your hand, your heels.

You make a starfish. Just because you can.

You are a very smug starfish. You don't even care you're a lopsided one.

Also your brain is half-awake and stupid from going to bed at three AM but fuck that. You spend another ten minutes staring at the ceiling, a dopey and uncool smile spreading on your face without your permission and who cares, nobody will see.

Your stomach is starting to whimper about being empty, though, and your bladder is throwing a bitchfit about being too full. With a sigh, you get up, wobble to the cramped sink-shower-toilet Rubik's Cube closet that pretends to be a bathroom. Can't turn around without smacking your elbow on shit; feels just like home.( Read more... )

PREPARE TO BE SPAMMED. i suck and didn't update the fic here, but i've kept on writing it and it's going pretty fast so far, so now i have about six parts to post. .____.

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Inside the precinct there's a lot of sudden silence and staring when Dave comes down the stairs with Karkat in tow. The demon likes moving better on all fours, back legs folding and twitch-unfolding like a grasshopper's, and its claws clink loud on floor tiles.

"It's bound, seriously, guys, relax," he throws out there, and makes his way between partitioned desks, hands in his pockets. Karkat lets out a vibrating, crickety crackle-growl that manages both to be quiet and to carry to the ends of the room in a particularly hair-raising way.

"Maybe you could tell it not to freak out the officers," Jane whispers in his ear.

She's kidding, right? It's hilarious. "Nah, they need to steel their nerves." Out there there's loose Class Ones and Twos, bunches of criminals and lowlifes using the distraction of a demon apocalypse in progress to do their criminal thing, and criminals just plain going "hey why not" and using demons as anti-personnel weapons. There's a Don who reportedly has a Class Three at his beck and call, and it only charges a weekly street kid dinner to stay on retainer. "They'll thank us tomorrow."

Jane sighs. "I guess. At least Karkat is a vertebrate and doesn't make you feel like your eyes are about to pop like balloons trying to figure out its geometry."

Dave nods his commiseration. "Fucking six-dimensional demons, huh."

"Fucking human black hole brains," Karkat growls from down there. Dave snorts and holds the door to Captain Egbert's office open for it. It makes sure to walk close enough to rake its shoulder and wing spines nice and deep along the wood. Little brat.
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... And Also One Of The Moirails' Bulge, At Length.

Contains: Pale GH/Condie, PaleFlush Handmaid/Darkleer/Dad, horrible fish puns, the Grand Highblood's bulge.

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-- tumblingCraniums [TC] started trolling codComplex [CC] --

TC: I AM SO MOTHERFUCKING SICK AND HELLS OF TIRED OF THAT FREAK-ASSED BLIGHTBLOOD NOT JUMPING ON MY FUCKING BULGE ALREADY.
TC: so tired and sick
TC: THE SHEER NERVE OF THAT SHINEBLOOD UPSTART DANGLING ME ON HIS BARBED STRING
CC: A][a][a][a][a.
CC: Don't tell me you still ][aven't gotten anyw][ere wit][ t][at ][uman.
TC: WON'T FUCKING TELL YOU THEN
TC: will keep my diamond shut in
TC: GETTING ITS DUST AND CRACKS ON LIKE SOME BITCH SLAMMED IT INTO THE GROUND AND GROUND HER PRETTY HEEL ALL UP ON IT FOR GOOD MEASURE.
CC: Fairly accurate!
CC: O][ w][ale! I need somefin to laug][ at and you'll keep w][ining if I don't let you carp on. ][arpoon away. ( Read more... )

Chapter 3: day ten

You wake to a thumping noise, Dave going ow.

You don't want to be awake, you're warm and nice and cuddlysafe, but this sounds just too suspicious. Your eyes crack open.

Bro's face is about ten inches away from your own.

"--Ghhk."

He stares. You stare back. You hate how you don't sleep in your shades, even though sleeping in shades is stupid and a great way to get them broken and anyway iShades need to recharge too. He can see your naked face, which is even more embarrassing than if you were actually naked.

Well, fuck. Looks like he's not going to take no for an answer today.

He tilts his head a little. You cringe, brace yourself.

"Cute."

... The fuck?

You blink. Your hand twitches to grab the covers and pull them up, on pure reflex, and oh hey you're stuck. You look down.

You seem to have sprouted a growth in the form of a troll.( Read more... )

Sunlightverse is this post-game collection of oneshots where every player is revived (yes the Ancestors too) and merged with their pre/post scratch iteration. Since they forced the game to see them as a single party it also reclassified everyone as being of the same species, so we have everyone a troll/human hybrid (with a pinch of cherub thrown in. XD)

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So. I said this was my feelgood fluffverse.

Which means that sometimes there needs to be a touch of sad feels to spice things up. :3 I can’t fix it if it ain’t broke enough! :D

2k words.

( He wonders how old they live to, those strange thin-skinned new beings to which he now belongs, how the sweeps of his own life translate. )

11k words. Adi/book_people is the best beta there is. I will fight you on this. è.é

There are certain expectations in troll society about taking in a freeloader with no place to go, as Dad Egbert finds out when he offers to host two of his son's stranded friends post-game.

Hurt/comfort. Deals with culture clashes, potential noncon & ephebophilia. Nothing's described in lovingly graphic detail but it's a bit clearer than "you'd have to be telepathic to understand what this refers to." Also contains graphic declarations of moirallegiance and horrendous pale sap, as well as the regular kind. (this is a diamond ship, not a heart one! the title bar didn’t want me to make one in there. sad.)

( Original prompt (bit of a spoiler. If you need to know for sure about the noncon situation, it's under here. if not, proceed to the next cut.) )

( He's taken them in and is feeding them on his hard-won money and hiding them from the police, the military, and he's given them a whole block of his hive to themselves. His favorite block, even. And they have nothing to repay him with. )