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All asks should be directed this way, and will be answered at sunbrokedown.
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Why It’s Okay to Ship Fourteen Year-Old Girls Together.
(An alternate title being Why It’s Okay To Ship Two (Or More) Age-Appropriate People of Any Gender Together In A Queer Relationship, I suppose, but I’m drawing from a specific source here, and it’s easier to stick to something short!)
I’m certain this comes up in a lot of fandoms, but the only one I’m actually exposed to it in is Gunnerkrigg Court’s. Whenever Zimmy and Gamma make an appearance, whenever Kat and Annie’s affections for one another are interpreted as having the potential for romance, the same argument comes up: they’re kids, and therefore it’s wrong to project lesbian fantasies onto them.
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World-building Wednesday — BSGStuck style
I was working on BSGStuck this morning, and then qthorn was pretty great, which has all served to remind me how much I love this giant AU project! (For anyone who doesn’t know about it, you can read stuff here and look at stuff here.) And because I feel like rambling about it at length, I thought it would be fun to do a World-building Wednesday type thing for BSGStuck.
So you can ask any questions here, which will also be answered over on sunbrokedown, once I’m done with today’s exam! Pending any brain-picking I have to do on Skep’s part.
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Full Throttle (Aranea/Meenah)
I will just have to make do with Humanstuck AUs for these guys, until we get more canon!
But there you are, responding to the name nerd, as if the girl on the obnoxiously loud motorcycle can see into your scooter’s storage compartment and get a look at the stack of books inside. You only make eye contact for half a second, because the light’s already turned amber and she’s about to make her escape, but she’s sneering at you from beneath her helmet, visor pulled up.
She gives you the finger, works the throttle, and flies off, as if it’s a race. As if your sky-blue Vespa is ever going to be able to keep up with the beast of a bike she’s riding.
3,801 words. Read more at AO3!
I disabled the ask box on this account, and slapped up links to the one on my personal blog. Anons are chatty, lately, and while I’m happy to reply, I’d like to keep this blog purely for posting fic on.
So all asks will be answered over there, from now on!
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Anonymous asked: Is there anything you look for in a request specifically? Is there anything in particular that you don't feel comfortable writing about (besides bulges)? Is there anything people frequently request that you're just not interested in writing?
Half a sentence in, and I thought you were going to ask me for my opinions on ladies. Sorry, it made me laugh a lot.
Anyway, all I really need is a good framework to build upon. I think the best request I ever received went along the lines of “Homeless Rose/Vriska Humanstuck AU with zombies,” because damn, that person knew what they wanted. If I’m writing requests for people, I want to write something specific that they really want to see — so just a pairing is no good! I can muster those up myself. There are a few things I’m not comfortable with writing, mostly non-sexual squicks (such as cheating and pregnancy, and you will not believe how often I get requests for these things), but I don’t want to say don’t ask for certain things, because requests are just supposed to be fun. If I don’t feel comfortable with a request, I’ll just delete it, and no one loses anything. I don’t need to list a billion stipulations, so there’s no pressure either way.
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Perhaps it would’ve been a good idea to close requests before I passed out last night.
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Control (Terezi/Vriska) (nsfw)
Sorry, looks like all I can write at the moment is Scourgecest whereby Vriska is horribly topped.
The frame of the bed creaks every time you tug the chains against the slats in the headboard, and you jerk your head to the side, huffing through fabric as she pulls your shirt over your head. She doesn’t get far; you try telling her that she should’ve taken it off before cuffing your wrists, but she just presses her fingers to your lips to shut you up, and laughs in delight when you bite down on them.
It is over here. :U
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![yoccu:
there was this big thing about scourge sisters battleship and then tz faking out vriska with a surprise smooch that never happened it was a lot cooler when i said it in the stream ok
the hat is off limits though
I’m sorry, Yoccu. I woke up, saw this, and felt compelled to write a ficbit based on your tags.
Um.
Subterfuge—1,000 words.
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It’s not until Vriska actually starts winning that she becomes fidgety. She didn’t even want to play Battleships in the first place, not after she found out that it involved neither surging seas nor real cannons to fire, anyway, but Terezi just tells her to buck up and use her imagination; being on Earth means that they have to play Earth games, but she’s willing to meet Vriska halfway. They can bring back the Flarp costumes, because Vriska can hardly be expected to do anything involving the high seas without some manner of ridiculous hat.
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“No fair,” Vriska says, chewing on her lower lip. She’s just taken another of Terezi’s ships, and no, imagining that she’s punctured a hole through the side of the hull isn’t nearly satisfying enough. “You can probably smell where my pieces are! I bet you’re being as underhanded as ever and luring me into a trap.”
“Right. Because your warships are no match for all this driftwood I now have.” Terezi furrows her brow, fingertips drumming against the edge of the table. “Besides, you have vision eightfold.”
“Oh man, I already agreed to your dumb no-powers rule!” Vriska says, far too defensive for somebody who’s actually telling the truth. They keep bickering on, both of them avoiding the next move, and Terezi tells her that no, she isn’t going to stop breathing through her nose just to make Vriska feel more comfortable, thank you very much. Her senses don’t even work like that.
Hell, she could crawl up on the table, if she wanted too, peer over at Vriska’s grid, and still be none the wiser. As soon as she says as much, she decides that it’s a brilliant idea, and Vriska’s leaning back in her chair, silently shaking her head. There’s no goddamn way that Terezi is just demonstrating how pointless it is for Vriska to hide her battleships from her; this is another one of her tactics.
Because, fuck, Terezi’s got both knees against the edge of the table, and she’s rocking forward on them, getting far too close for this to be anything but subterfuge. Vriska steels herself, because she’s not going to flail out of her chair like a wiggler, and if Terezi’s thinks that an inappropriately timed kiss is going to stop her from winning this game, she’s got another thing coming. Vriska will meet her in kind, and with her fingers digging into the edge of the table, she sees her own reflection appear in Terezi’s glasses and then blur as she gets too close.
Terezi places a hand atop Vriska’s hat, balancing herself, and Vriska instinctively reaches up to cover it, Terezi’s breath warm on her lips, and then—
Nothing.
Terezi’s back in her seat with a thud by the time Vriska’s mouthing a silent huh, and when she thinks to blink the confusion out of her system, Terezi’s already made the next move. Her fingertips are still digging in at the table, and whoever decided that they should wear their Flarp costumes was a goddamn moron. The Marquise’s jacket is thick and heavy, buttons up far too close to the throat, and the gloves aren’t doing much to help with the overheating situation, either.
A few rounds in, when things turn in Terezi’s favour, she says, “Is there something wrong, Spidertroll?”
“Fuck off, Pyrope,” Vriska snaps back, flicking a few battleship pieces clean off the table.
Terezi takes a deep, obnoxious breath through her nose, all of her teeth on display as she claims yet another ship. “I think there’s something wrong!” she says cheerfully.
Twenty minutes later, and Terezi’s the victor. Vriska tries consoling herself with the knowledge that of course Terezi cheated, because she’s totally the cheater out of the two of them, and sits with her elbows propped up on the tabletop, chin rested against both fists. Terezi gives her an unseeing look, and Vriska sneers, knocking all the pieces to the floor in a flash.
“Don’t be such a sore loser,” Terezi says, makes her way around the table, and takes hold of Vriska by the collar. “Now we have to tidy this all up.”
Vriska tries to get out a what the fuck, but Terezi’s already tugging her down to the floor. The pieces are everywhere, and knowing Vriska’s shitty luck, she’s probably going to step on half a dozen of them, even if she does her best to pick them all up. Less painful than eight-sided dice, though.
Grumbling much of nothing under her breath, she reaches out, scoops up the closest piece she can, but Terezi apparently has very different ideas of what constitutes tidying up. Vriska’s on her back in half a second, Terezi’s in her lap quicker still, and Vriska grabs her hips, not sure if she should throw Terezi off or not.
“The hell are you doing?” she asks, trying not to flinch as Terezi leans closer. She’s not going to make a fool of herself for a second time.
“Enjoying the spoils of war,” she announces, but before Vriska can tell her to take her victory and fuck off with it, Terezi’s got her mouth pressed down against hers. Vriska still can’t work out whether she should react favourably or not, because Terezi needs to learn that she can’t act like she’s going to kiss her and not go through with it, and then kiss her whenever the hell it pleases her; but then Terezi’s hands are on her shoulders, and Vriska doesn’t have much choice but to slip her arms around her waist.
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Half an hour and two missing Flarp costumes later, Vriska’s hair is more of a tangle than ever, and they are, surprisingly, unable to find most of the game pieces.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3sxdbg4cZ1qdcy3io1_1280.jpg)
there was this big thing about scourge sisters battleship and then tz faking out vriska with a surprise smooch that never happened it was a lot cooler when i said it in the stream ok
the hat is off limits though
I’m sorry, Yoccu. I woke up, saw this, and felt compelled to write a ficbit based on your tags.
Um.
Subterfuge—1,000 words.
*
It’s not until Vriska actually starts winning that she becomes fidgety. She didn’t even want to play Battleships in the first place, not after she found out that it involved neither surging seas nor real cannons to fire, anyway, but Terezi just tells her to buck up and use her imagination; being on Earth means that they have to play Earth games, but she’s willing to meet Vriska halfway. They can bring back the Flarp costumes, because Vriska can hardly be expected to do anything involving the high seas without some manner of ridiculous hat.
Source: yoccu
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