askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
"You know, you guys could have been ordered off the field entirely!"

Dave dislikes Roxy immensely right now.

There she is, sitting on the low windowsill of what used to be a hairdresser's shop window, wearing that stupid Venice mask with the feather and swinging her legs. The thing is violently pink and sequined, catches every ray of light that manages to pierce the grime. Dave keeps losing track of her every time she stops talking.

Dave makes sure his tush is extra-cocooned in this here creaky old chair, and tries not to think about the old crusted-dry gunk marking the edges of the hair-washing basin he's propping his head against.

"We could have been ordered to be goddamn useful, too," Karkat replies before Dave can. "Not that I mind being hidden away and doled out penny by penny like the peerless treasure I fucking am, but if we're that precious, the fuck kind of sense does it make only having the two of you as guards?"

"All the sense in the world!" Roxy replies -- huh, she's still in the same spot. The feather wobbles with her nodding, the tip almost two feet over her actual head. "I got Horuss to make sure no one finds y'all..."

"And I've got my good old buddy Eridan to shoot anyone who finds you anyway full of holes!" Jake continues for her. They both turn from the window to grin.

"And if they're not dead when Jakey and Eri are done with them, I've also got Equius to beat them into the ground. Tadah."

Karkat stares at them, and then turns to stare across the dusty floor at Dave to share his total absence of admiration.

"And the brass don't have more people to spare for us," Dave finishes cynically. Read more... )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
second half is still halfway written. this is still a pretty nice chunk of fic, about 14k.


John reached the hangars at a dead run. Marcia was waiting with a pickup truck; he jumped on the open back and she floored the gas. He held onto the roof as she drove through piles of crates and past hurriedly backing off mechanics, riding the bumps and swerves.

"Flight suit!" she snapped, and grabbed a bundle of cloth on the seat beside her to push it through the cab's back window at John. He stuck it under his arm just as she swerved right, almost flinging him off, and then suddenly they were pacing Warhammer's immense, prone shape as it was moved onto rails toward the launch shuttle.

John didn't have time to put his flight suit on. He stuck a corner of it between his teeth, climbed onto the cab's roof; Marcia matched her speed to the flatcar and John jumped to Warhammer's wrist. He was running up the slope of its arm in the next second.

The rails made the whole frame vibrate, but not too badly. John threw himself in a controlled slide along his mech's chest plate, slapped a hand down on the cockpit door lock, and let himself fall backward through the opening, spine first into his seat.

Oof. Read more... )
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yeah ok. u.u

This is intended to be consensual. It's still emotionally taxing.


You can't control your lungs. It's ridiculous, this is just a bit of rope, you could bite or claw through it if you tried hard enough (no you couldn't, he's too good at this.) Read more... )
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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.

Read more... )
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(evening of day thirteen)

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.


"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.

Read more... )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
Okay, now that they’re out anyway: side pairings : Dave<3Terezi, Gamzee<>Karkat and Gamzee<3<Terezi.


You wake up because there's someone staring at you and also you can't breathe.

If the staring you awake thing happens three times in a row you swear you will flip a nun ass over rosary. For now you just force your eyes open into the gloomy room and try to figure out who left an elephant parked over your ribs.

Pat. Pat.

You recognize that (supple, smooth, bare) thigh. Okay, how the fuck did Karkat end up face up and ass across your stomach, his legs have to be dangling over the edge of the bed and considering where the wall is his neck is probably made of origami, this is ridiculous.

He's still breathing all soft and sleepingly, though, so you keep squinting.

Huh, there's a gargoyle perched on your footboard.

Where the fuck is your sword. Sword now. You need your fucking sword oh hey antelope horns and Cthulhu hair.

Wonder who that could be!

Nope, still feels like your need your goddamn sword.

Read more... )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (HS_Karprettyred)
Awake at Night sequel, second part of that old ficlet about John waking up the morning after and also pancakes.

Warning for John-levels of sensitive discussion of issues that cropped up in awake at night.

The stairs are just as easy to take on autopilot on the way up as on the way down. That means he can afford not to think or even look as he climbs, a hand trailing the wall. He knows this house by heart, every single angle and crevice, it's been his since farther than he can remember.

Hosting guests in it was awesome; having to give up part of his claim to it feels weird.

Don't say yes or no straight away, son, take the time to think about it, Dad told him, and he will... eventually. For now he's just going to turn his computer on and find some braincell-killing browser game and rack up a crapton of pixel points.

If it's a joke it's the biggest one Dad's ever played on him, but it's not funny. It's not bad-unfunny either, it's just... not joke material he guesses, and argh, he wasn't thinking about it.

Only as he passes by his dad's corridor he sees a flash of purple, and when he stops Gamzee is there, emerging from that door John himself hadn't dared to cross for the first thirteen years of his life.

His long arms are full of clothes. Huh.

"Yo, motherfucker."

John laughs back because he can't get enough of Gamzee's casual swearing. He wonders who will wear down first, Dad or him. "Yo."

"You uh, got your talk on with Hatdad all clear and proper, then?"

Hatdad. Funny nickname, only there's a touch of something that's almost nervousness in Gamzee's usually beyond-zero chill that makes John feel weird. He takes a step back in preparation for spectacular absconding.

"Yeah, I, uh. Gotta think about stuff, so talk to you laGamzee why are you holding underpants."

The troll blinks at him, then blinks down to his armful. "Whoa, hi there, Karkat's tiny pants."

John closes his mouth.Read more... )
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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.


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.


... 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... )
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Still Davesprite/Karkat, still post-game, still dealing with too many Striders in one small apartment, still a sequel to awake at night & assorted ficlets.

Chapter 1: Day eight

Chapter 2: day nine

-- ectoBiologist [EB] started pestering truncatedGrip [TG] --

EB: hey, pigeon face. :D
TG: hey miss beaver
EB: how's the life of cleaning lady treating you, buddy?
TG: fuck you very much my feather duster is the best in three states i will fight you
TG: whoa there stallion
TG: are you trying to take my rp virginity can we keep to one scenario
TG: like am i carmencita the cleaning lady your wife hired or am i one of those french can can dancers or what

EB: you're a maid that i'm paying a little extra to clean in costume. hubba hubba.
TG: okay i can work with that
TG: who wouldnt want to polish the family jewels while in a thong and ostrich feathers for a little over minimum wages honestly

EB: i wonder!
EB: anyway dad just called from the road and i was supposed to tell you guys they'll be there in one hour barring accidents or traffic clusterfucks and whatnot.
EB: better hope you're ready for inspection!

TG: i am always ready for inspection senor she says while bending over like she bought her spine on clearance at ikea
TG: was that a cracking noise you might wonder no just threw my back a little but that way im already bent over for you senor

EB: that's hot. :X
EB: /he says while presenting her with the *eyebrow waggle* family heirloom sword.

TG: dude you suck at rping carmencitas head is like down to her knees its totes unrealistic that guys dong would be that long
TG: unless youre playing a strider i guess
TG: i have all the canon details at hand to smooth the way of your epic literary rp john you only have to ask

EB: ... are we going to gay chicken ourselves into cybering a full scene again.
EB: i wouldn't care but i'm kind of sitting right beside my dad's even more coddling clone.
Read more... )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (HS_Karprettyred)
Sequel/Prequel meme, duosthefangirl asked :
Timestamp meme: Prospit Sandwiches With Alternian Fillings, either Karkat's feelings jam with Gamzee after he logs out of the memo or Karkat talking to John and Jade the next day.

The Karkat/Jade/John talk is ideally chapter two, so I went with the missing Karkat♦Gamzee convo.

Warning for Gamzee's horrific eye-bleeding typing quirk. XD (I used a thingy to do the alternate caps for me, btw, so i have no idea if it's exactly right but hey, it's two years after current canon and he's already changed it around some, so he might as well keep going. :p That's my excuse and i'm sticking to it.)

TC: OkAy bRo, NoW TeLl mE AlL AbOuT WhAt hElLaCiOuS BoThErAtIoNs tHoSe tOoThY FuCkErS HaVe uNlEaShEd oN YoU. )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (HS_Karprettyred)
1) I was doing a timestamp meme on tumblr and it was supposed to be quick snippets and welp two oneshots, 2.5k total. OKAY THEN WHY NOT.

2) I'm going on vacation! I will have a laptop but probably no connection. We might be here two weeks, I don't know yet, depends on when the parents will get bored and want to come home. But anyway! Fics.

Sequel to Awake at Night, the Dad + Gamzee&Karkat story, morning after:
John has always been proud of his ability to sleep through just about any noise there exists, but scent is another thing entirely. )


And a Battlefield Terra thing, Karkat one month before BT.
They didn't tell anyone during training that a frontier warship's living quarters were a permanent orgiastic free for all. )
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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. )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
GG: >:/ oh yes because "btw do you have a gf" totally means "hey do you wanna be the yummy filling in a twin sandwich" in normal people land. dont be a buttface, john!! >:X

Sequel to Adventures in Collaborative Storytelling, that silly chat John/Jade(/Karkat) thing. Karkat is actually in this one!!! :O
Contains silliness, chat format, and sort-of-incesty bits. John/Jade/Karkat flirtiness, awkwardness, and some Karkat<>Gamzee. (gamzee's typing quirk has evolved for even more annoyance somehow! :O)

by the way it's totally part 1 of the sequel. yeah. um. yeah. .___.

askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
I was getting so tired of sitting on this. Of course as always it's a HUGE chapter already, and not even half of what I wanted to happen in it has happened yet, so that makes things unbalanced and the pacing awkward. It's mostly socializing and character dynamics; the next scene ought to be Plotty Planning and the last Kicking Ass & Taking Names, so it would kinda climb up and up re: tension, but they're proving hard to write. Jade isn't talking to me. ;___;

My paleTP is showing. Karkat♦Gamzee Forever! Also contains some Gamzee♥Tavros and Rose???Eridan. :3

Hit the tag for chapter one, I'm too lazy to link. And this is the WIP version so if you find anything that needs editing I'll be glad to hear it!

Wherein twelve trolls and four humans, having bonded in uncommon fashions and gained a significant amount of martial prowess through great hardships, decide to build their hives and live together in hard-won peace, henceforth proceeding to accidentally become the de facto Lord Protectors of the area and eventually changing the fabric of Society as we know it. Contains several instances of interspecies relationships, quadrant flipping, and scandalously out-quadrant concupiscent and conciliatory affairs, as well as several battle scenes containing numerous instances of minor-character culling and incredible badassitude.

It's not like you can turn around and tell the cluster of humans to control the constant flow of word-bile that spews forth from their ever-flapping facegashes, either, not when others are talking as well. You tried to enforce silence for maybe ten minutes at the very start of the walk; it was of course doomed to failure, you don't know what possessed you to hope it wouldn't be. )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
It's not like I have enough fics to write already, after all. :D

As always!
-You take a fic or ficlet or multipart I've written, and choose whether you want a prequel or a sequel, and/or which character you want to concentrate on (not necessary but always appreciated) and/or a timeframe (i might tell you nothing interesting happens at that point, alas) and/or some aspect of the plot you were curious about idk etc.
-They shall be snippets or ficlets or otherwise roughly comment-sized, which means there's an even chance I'll come out of this post with yet another sprawling, all-devouring 'verse on my hands.
-I make no promise to actually write your prompt. I'll give it a fair try, is all I can offer.
-You can post up to five prompts. I might write one, I might write all five, I might write none.

Not as always!
This time on top of prequels and sequels you're also free to choose a scene and ask for a different POV on it in the same timeframe, or ask what Other Character was doing at the time. (I reserve the right to reject the prompt if the answer is "nothing that interesting.")

Eligible fics:
Just about any of them, teamworkverse, restoreverse, my ofics, even Garou. Random drabbles, fics that already have a sequel, weird crossovers, blahblahblah.

Yes, that means Crossed Wires too.

My ffnet page
My homepage
The archive for all those ficlet that already have a sequel or three. (note, if the ficlet isn't in there that doesn't mean it's not eligible. I'll add it later, no prob.)

-Locker Room Therapy (got a few in progress already!)
-Tripletsverse (Naruto/Naruko/Kyuubi) in general (you can ask about a specific fic in the series but you can't just say "tripletsverse! Dude, it spans months and I haven't yet decided some things, I don't think it'll ever officially have an end.)
-Detective Conan/Magic Kaito fics, sorry Jo. .__.
-Duo in Firefly. I have no clue on earth what to do with that one, sorry.
You can try for Heero in SGA but the prompt will have to be awesome, because the inspiration for this one doesn't fly high. Sorry.

Fics so far! :D
NaruSasu... IN SPACE!!, Sasuke meets some more clone-y in-laws (three comments! This is off to a good start. >__>)
Psychic wolves: Heero & Mary prequel
Jet/Zuko sequel from that Jet/Zuko/Katara thing
Byakuya POV from Ichigo Has Two Girlfriends : Brother In Law Edition
Amateur Palemates Smuttin It Up!! now featuring kinky!auspistice!Karkat. Gamzee POV.

Waterbender!Heero, training. (GW/AtLA fusionthing)
Sasuke/Juugo sequel to the Team Hebi Does Sasuke fic

Teamwork: Itachi stabbing Sasuke from Sakura POV
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
Part one here.

This one's less actionny.

Karkat wasn't kidding about the sun and how it can kill you. There's a metric fuckton layers of leaves between you and the sky, and apparently the only thing it does is make things like a well-lit sauna. Standing in direct sunlight would probably microwave you alive in under fifteen minutes.

5 800 words )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
On AO3
On the Kink Meme
Original prompt.

This was for a prompt that, translated from Homestuckese into plain english, is basically "asexual BFFs 'porn' plz!" only the actual prompt was more like "okay the trolls are stuck on a meteor for a year or three so they don't have internet so they don't have PORN so they start kinda watching each other." Since this is about the BFF relationship (moirallegiance AKA pale quadrant AKA the one where your buddy keeps you from losing your shit) and not either lovesex or hatesex, it's not actually porny or naughty or all that kinky. For human values of such. Okay where was I going with that.

-I hate writing Sol's lisp, let's pretend he still lacks a few teeth and only uses it when stressed out and not paying attention. Yes. Let's.
-Some kind of Veil limbo where all trolls are alive (again?) yet Gamzee and Karkat are already together somehow. Don't think about it too hard.
-for supposedly genfic, this has a bit of a voyeur/exhib vibe going on. Just saying.

~3 000 words.

Of course he'd caught the little glances. Sneaky or not, they'd been going on for perigees now; he would have had to be blind, and also to be hit on the head with something heavy and not skull-friendly. )


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