indecently undignified

rating: m -- e

word count: 2500

fandom: steampocalypse (a post-apocalyptic fantasy steampunk 'verse)

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lithi keeps thinking that people will stop surprising him. that he's seen what they have to offer, and he can keep going with a working theory. but people are worse than particles, even particles now that magic has fucked the whole game. people keep doing something new. like aaren, attaching herself to lithi for absolutely no reason that he can see. she's not the first to follow him into the woods, no.

there was bren, soft hearted and timid, thrown in when lithi accidentally saved him from a cult kidnapping they'd both got caught in. sully, caught out in an airship crash, the only other survivor. xeo, almost more oversexed than lithi and sick with it, withering away at his side. he'd been those people's last chance, the only one around, a coincidence.

reyhe, who tracked him down after he got her pregnant (how many more, how many poor bastards can claim lithi's blood? lithi tries not to think about it; it makes him feel all cold and nauseous inside). years of his life, people who stuck around for one reason or another, and he's caught unprepared for each new one, even though he'd think by now it would be routine.

usually, they last as long as it takes for lithi to scare them away, either on purpose or accidentally. he hurts them one (or many) times too many, and they're gone.
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rating: t -- m for descriptions of gore

word count: 800

fandom: steampocalypse: a post-apocalyptic steampunk fantasy 'verse



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nobody actually likes trading with cults. they're hard to find, hard to talk to, hard to understand if you're not also a cultist. and they have a tendency to not actually have whatever trade tender they've promised. getting paid is sometimes thrice the hassle of the shipping.

so it's not like eris actually liked anybody here. but something sends a chill up her spine when they knock on the hidden door to the cave these guys camp out in and complete silence continues to reign.

there are no monsters about.

the cult usually lets them run wild, way too close to their home base if you ask eris. it shouldn't be this quiet. someone should have let them in, immediately, because it should be fucking dangerous to linger out here.
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rating: T

word count: 2700

fandom: homestuck, post-game feferi-is-empress alternia (entirely original character focused)

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==> be the subjugglator troll again

you didn’t actually volunteer to be here for this long to bother labrynth, no matter how hilarious he is. no, your best hatefriend aneris recently got transferred to this ship and promoted and you haven’t gotten to see her in person since you met her, pretty much. she’d still been in training, then, and now she’s already a captain of a warship while you’re, uh. still under review for leading a squad. that’s okay, though. aneris is much more of a leader than you are, anyway; she actually has interests and ambitions other than poking things with sticks. (big. heavy. iron. sticks. the better to beat some heads in if you have to!) really you just ran into labrynth first by chance.

when he finally scrapes you off, you wander off to find aneris. this proves harder than one might think, probably because the rapprochement carries easily thirty thousand trolls, and its admiral insists on a much greater deal of integration than most. so you can’t, for instance, just go find the warmblood living quarters. why do they gotta make a girl’s life so hard?

you give up after an hour of wandering down corridors and making people nervous.

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rating: T for violence/gore

word count: 2000

fandom: homestuck post-game feferi-is-empress alternia (entirely original character focused)

originally posted sometime mid 2017

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your name is aaeren sindra, and you and yours have a job to do and fast to do it. you've been given your pick of ships on the rapprochement (the fuck kind of name is that, anyway. the empire's going so strange outside the ranks of the subjugglators and the history they continue to teach untouched by propaganda from her complacency's gentler reign). it's not what you would prefer, but your ship's disabled for the minute and this is what you have until the rapprochement gets you back with your own. and there's things to do as don't wait for what you'd like.

"that one," you say, pointing lazily at one of the warships in the upper deck with the iron bar held loosely in your fingers. you can't say what drew your eye to that one, in particular, except that there's something familiar about it among the rest of these sterile spacefighting vessels. "tell whoever you need to, i need it crewed and ready to take us down to that planet sharpish," you say, and the big tealblood sort of squeaks in dismay in a way that cheers you right up.

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rating: t

word count: 2600

fandom: star wars (post rotj, rebels-inspired, entirely oc-centric)

summary: flare is not okay

originally posted 3/21/16

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flare doesn’t like this moon. there’s something strange about it in the force, something that glows warmly, something– there’s something she has to find.

no

that’s not her job anymore, she doesn’t have to find anything if she doesn’t want to. doesn’t have to track down this disturbance to the (likely very powerful) force-sensitive to hand over to her masters. she doesn’t have masters any more.

so she stays in her cabin and takes sweet'n'sour apart for the. how many times is it now? it doesn’t matter. she’s making him better. she might have pulled him out of an imperial refuse pile and he might still be rusty and battered and patched together but he has quickly become the only one she can trust. when sweet'n'sour talks to the other droids on the ship, flare knows they’re telling the truth. they always lie to her. people are easier. people she can just reach into their heads and see.

except. yes. she has to be more careful about that. that’s the reason they have to be on this moon, because they need more people. because flare wasn’t careful and they– are all so weak, so fragile, most of them have no shields to speak of, she doesn’t have to press so hard. yes.

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rating: t

word count: 1600

fandom: star wars (post rotj, rebels-inspired, all oc-centric)

summary: life for the crew of the imperial raider-class warship oblivion is about to get very interesting.

originally posted 3/20/16

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the inquisitor marches back onto the ship from the base at ord mantell, not quite acknowledging vyrr’s salute. they stand at the top of the still-open boarding ramp, circling around in slow, tight motions, as though surrounded in combat, perhaps, and then finally reach up and drag their helmet slowly off.

vyrr almost chokes on her surprise. in the two months since the raider corvette oblivion had been assigned to serve the inquisitor, vyrr has never seen them sans any part of their gleaming, chitinous black armor with its emblazoned white imperial cogs. she’d sort of thought that perhaps inquisitors were sort of like the gen dai, that the armor was somehow necessary as part of their form or something. it’s not like vyrr has ever met any other inquisitors– if, indeed, there are any others. that information has always been a bit fuzzy, probably purposefully.

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rating: g

word count: 1100

fandom: oc-centric girl genius

summary: don’t let munch fool you with the annoying asshole routine, he is actually the best big brother. set some time into the gg timeskip.

originally posted 11/16/15

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vaska’s friends and squadmates have pretty much accepted thomas’s continuing presence in their midst, she thinks. which is good, because the last thing thomas wants is to end up in continued close proximity with her mother, who has been, as far as thomas knows, playing assistant quartermaster to the civilian contingent ever since she tracked thomas down and got “stuck” here too.

it’s also nice because vaska is warm as hell and it’s getting cold lately, which makes the caverns seem damp and draftier than before.

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rating: t
word count: 2400
fandom: girl genius (still pretty oc-centric)

summary: don’t go drinking with bored jӓgers. just don’t. inspired greatly by this page in the comic.
(i’m sorry about the accents in this one, i wrote most of it off-the-cuff at various late-night times and also was attempting to layer drunkenness on top of the already confounding jӓger accent and it was just a disaster please forgive me)

originally posted 10/23/15

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it’s not like it’s uncommon for off-duty jӓgers to start... diverting themselves early in the day. but ognian’s squad is part of the platoon left on castle-minding duty while just about everyone else is having fun ransacking somewhere in ukraine with the master. which is just unfair, really: the castle can protect the town! it doesn’t need thirty-odd jӓgermonsters to help it do that!

oh, sure, some of the neighboring lords have been getting uppity, and it wouldn’t do to leave the town visibly unmanned, but that’s beside the point.

the point is…

the point is that oggie’s squad has been drinking since yesterday afternoon, all right.

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