Life and Times of Teh Asuka

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.

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Color and animation by ashdenej on a sketch done by Andrew Hussie (yes really XD)

And then Jesse reblogged mentioning he wanted to see that AU.

I would never have seen this glorious thing without him, so. I was like okay that should be a simple little drabble and the pic is hilarious and it’s really fun spending three hours hashing out who's who for background that'll never even show up in the story anyway.

Seven thousand words later...! :X

Oneshot, complete, Dave?Karkat?John, woo quadrant confusion.

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Karkat blamed it all on Missus Jane.

He had a lot of time to review it in his mind, and while most of his attention was taken up by rage and mortal terror the rest of his brain could still follow a chain of causality to the source, thank you very much. The logic was flawless.

Jane English worked at the bakery. Jane made amazing bread, amazing cakes, and amazing food in general. So amazing that the nearby saloon had given up trying to compete, and gone into business with the bakery -- which resulted in the saloon owner's younger son, David Burt Strider, doing deliveries.

To, among other places, Karkat's ranch. (Well, Missus Peixes' ranch, at which he worked. But.)

"Faster, damn you, faster, we'll lose him in the canyons!"

So Karkat could already blame meeting that lusus-haired, stone-faced varmint in the first place on Missus Jane. And meeting him ... again, and again, and again, for the daily deliveries, because somehow it had become his job to receive them and his coworkers refused to let him foist it off on them, not even if he offered to trade for stable mucking seriously what in tarnation.

Hell. On. Earth.

"Faster, huh? Got me an idea that'll help with that. Jump off and run!"

"Fuck you sideways with a rusty spur."

"Not on my poor innocent horse, Vantas, for shame."

Jane English, née Crocker, was also the young and lovely wife of one Jake English, grandson of sheriff English. That only mattered insofar as linking him to the existence of Jade Harley, Sheriff English's other grandchild. (Small-town bingo; every single human was somehow linked to someone else in some strange nonsensical way. Karkat couldn't blame Jane for Jade. Jade was okay, and not only because she'd put some steel in Tavros' spine by some arcane means none of the trolls understood but which made them all quite envious of the results of having a human for a palemate.)

(Then again, for a human, Jade Harley made a pretty good troll.)

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"Oh shit oh shit oh shit not over the trunk Strider do not go over the trunk I will fall I will take you with me --"

Jane English, née Crocker, also happened to be related somehow by ways Karkat did not give half a fuck about to a preacher man in want of a parish.

Who had a son.

Who had a son who had by ways of Jade Harley gotten introduced to Dave Strider, who had then decided to introduce him to Karkat.

Well, actually, "don't flatter yourself, nubbly, any troll would do. Can you believe in those so-called Civilized Territories they don't really believe you good fellows exist."( Read more... )

meltmallow asked, so here's the first bit.

The fic still has no title. >_>;;; AHA! Continuing with my trend of using materia names, this fic is now "Enemy Skill". (nothing else really fit. sadness.) To push the cuteness even farther, every chapter will be named after one enemy skill. (... my first reaction was OH SHIT I CAN ONLY HAVE 24 CHAPTERS. Oh, self. Thankfully, charcoalcat suggested "If you run out of chapter names and still have story to go, you could always snag the attack names of some of the summons. It would be cheating, yes, but it is technically the use of someone elses skills..." Good idea. XD)

SETTINGS: FF7 world, but instead of sealing Jenova inside her, the Cetran woman melded them at the genetic level (what this accomplishes will be explained later.) 2000 years later...

CONTAINS: eventual Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, psychic bonding, slavery of sorts.
(of course me being who I am there might be strange bisexual polyamorous shenanigans at some point, because a pack ought to be bigger than three people and somehow! not everyone in that universe is male. I have no idea, but I can't rule it out either. It's just... pack boooond. ngh. *_*)

I admit this fic was inspired by Vathara's Ruby. Hopefully I managed to do my own thing with it... XD But if you like the theme, you should read hers, because prrrrt.

First draft, you know the drill, if anything is really unclear or the action is weird or I misused a word or anything like that, feel free to mention it, I'll fix it. But if you don't feel like keeping track of that shit, it's fine too. ♥

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