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.

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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... )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (HS_Karprettyred)
Anonymous asked: BT guys shower gangbang fantasy/embarassing wet dream?

(yay for fishing old prompts out of the abyss! weirdass floaty dream ahoy. contain vague dream porn, stealth angst and dreamy creepiness. also probably happens either during the first half of chapter 7 or before chpt7 entirely.)

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He's walking at a fast pace in the weird alien corridors of this weird alien hive (not running, the labs will get him if he runs), turning left and right and left. He's alone, it's weird, he should find John (he should enjoy being alone but being alone here isn't safe, the labs will get him). He doesn't know where John is though, but yes, he knows, John is where John always goes.

Read more... )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
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."

Read more... )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
When the patrol car arrives at the scene Karkat is still licking frosting off his fingers. He radiates smug; getting two cupcakes when he was promised one was apparently enough to distract him from his hatred of cars.

Also enough to comfort his feeling that Dave is a chump. But that's par for the course.Read more... )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
I am officially persuaded that ths fic is voodoo. I can't stop writing it. It's going by SO FAST. The fuck is going on.

Characters/Pairings: John Egbert/Karkat Vantas, Alpha and Beta kids.
Contains: Discussions of potential rape & skeeviness, culture clashes, prisoner of war stuff, creepy bioware, xeno shenanigans.
Summary: Basically I threw Gundam and Evangelion in a blender and poured the resulting coat of gross paint onto Homestuck characters. Wooo. Or, John Egbert Is A Teenage PseudoGundam Pilot Out To Save The World, Karkat Vantas Is An Evil Conquering Alien From Space, They Eventually Make Out.

John woke up the next morning via a kick to the face. )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
I am officially persuaded that ths fic is voodoo. I can't stop writing it. It's going by SO FAST. The fuck is going on.

Characters/Pairings: John Egbert/Karkat Vantas, Alpha and Beta kids.
Contains: Discussions of potential rape & skeeviness, culture clashes, prisoner of war stuff, creepy bioware, xeno shenanigans.
Summary: Basically I threw Gundam and Evangelion in a blender and poured the resulting coat of gross paint onto Homestuck characters. Wooo. Or, John Egbert Is A Teenage PseudoGundam Pilot Out To Save The World, Karkat Vantas Is An Evil Conquering Alien From Space, They Eventually Make Out.

John woke up the next morning via a kick to the face. )

SHIT ADI AND I SAID DURING THE WRITING. )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
As my fics are wont to do, the chapters are getting longer as they go. ~10 000 words, 22 pages in Word. Urk.

Fandom: Homestuck, mecha AU
Summary: John is one of eight mech pilots heroically protecting Earth from an alien invasion. Pretty easy on the moral choices. See evil monster from space, kill evil monster from space.
Only then he actually meets one of them face to face.
Pairing: John Egbert/Karkat Vantas whee.
Warnings: for this chapter, idk. In general, mentions of possible non-con and a generous sprinkling of body horror.

Hit the tag for previous chapters.

It was home; it was *safe*. It took John a shamefully long five seconds to understand what the protesting whirr of electronics by the door meant, and by then the panel had been forced aside and men in tactical assault gear poured into the crack. )

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