PROMPT MEEEEEEE

[formerlyashkatom]

I feel bad about not having OLOH out (soon, I will get to tell you why) (why all the delays I mean not why I feel bad just assume feeling bad is my general response to most things and you’re set for life on that line of enquiry), so let’s do some ficlets! drop some karkat-centric prompts over at ashkaprompt, nsfw or otherwise, and I’ll drag it out of retirement for a bit. as usual, mind the guidelines!

[ashkaprompt]

DoloRed--FBaTNVERSE, either lady being unintentionally sensuous

You know you've got it bad when Rosa sewing has you coming down with the vapours - but she's aggressively competent, which you've always liked in a lady, and she does this thing where she licks and bites the same spot on her lip over and over when she's concentrating, so deep she probably doesn't even know she has that tic.

She notices you when she finishes the long run of seam she's working on, blinks in surprise, and says, "Redglare? You wanted something?"

"You," you say, never more honest in your life; you link hands with her and tug her to you, and start by laving your tongue over the piece of lip she was worrying.

[ashkaprompt]

Psiioniic has to do the grocery or other necessities shopping for Dolorosa, Disciple, and Signless

You're waiting for Psi, your usual shopper since Rosa's too distinctive, and Disciple can't carry as much as the guy with brain powers, to get back, getting hungrier since it would be an act of generosity to describe anything in the nutritionblock as edible, when he slams the door open and points at Disciple, howling, "You!"

Disciple immediately hides behind you, the most breakable person in the room, and you take the time to take in Psi; he's half-covered in mud, there's a stick jutting out of his hair, and yellow crusts over a number of scrapes down the same side that's coated in mud. "I didn't do it!"

"You told someone you had an ashmate last time you did the shopping, and the asshole decided to pick a fight over you!" Psi reaches around you and slaps the latest burner card against Disciple's collarbones, saying, "You get to be the asshole covered in mud next time!"

As he storms off in the direction of the ablutionsblock, Disciple stage-whispers to you, "My ashmate mud-wrestled to keep me," and Psi's howl of outrage can probably be heard across town.

[ashkaprompt]

Suff and Psi or Dis, the aftermath of his first time

Disciple finds you hiding in the ablutionsblock of the latest shitty payhive in a string of shitty payhives, your back pressed against cold tiles, water dripping from your hair; she comes in after getting no reply, when you're nearly dry and still mentally flinching - you've set yourself up for so much pain, this way, and you can't deal, you should have stuck with your coping method from last time.

"It hurts," you say, drawing your knees more tightly to your chest; she steps over the edge of the ablution trap and coaxes you to look at her as you say, "Later, when you'll leave."

"Kar, you idiot," she says, and leans in to ghost her lips over yours; stunned, you let her, fairly sure this only happens in the shitty dramas you've seen way too much of, cooped up in hiding as you are. "You have us now."

[ashkaprompt]

the sufferer/orphaner dualscar; nookworship

Suf's made of contradictions, you've found, as you've slowly teased him apart; he's hardly shy, but he is self-conscious, and if you let him he'll clam up, or put on a performance - you know the temptation, of course, but you've also quickly come to discover that you live for the moment his guard drops and you get a hint of a natural reaction.

Psi shrugs and says getting in an argument usually does it, but even as dumb as you are, you can tell that's fuckin' terrible advice; instead, you take it slow, take the lead where you can, get him accustomed to you touching him - and it pays off, he gets used to you wanting nothing more than the texture of his grubscars under your hands, a bruise at the base of his neck, wanting him undone at your touch, wanting him - 

- and then you manage to get his leggings off without him snapping into Sex Mode; you think it surprises him more than you when he grabs your hair and pulls. He freezes for a moment, then whines at the slow drag of your tongue; you make a pleased sound in the back of your throat, nearly a growl, and redouble your efforts.

[formerlyashkatom]

porn prompts go

thanks to the magic of ‘being awake at 4:30 in the morning’ I got internet and I want something to do that isn’t a Huge Commitment SO. Send me porn prompts. Trolls, for preference. Terrible emotional backgrounds also for preference. If you’re new to the world of ashkaprompt, do read the prompts guide, because I get very cranky when people don’t.

[formerlyashkatom]

Let’s do this again! My brain is currently running around and yelling WHEEEEEE instead of doing things it needs to, so it might as well be concentrating very poorly on something fun, instead.

[ashkaprompt]

DualSuffPsi - their first time in your FBaTN AU

The good thing about Dualscar, if it can be said that there is a good thing about Dualscar, is that he's easy to find; with an Important Relationship Question on your mind, all you have to do is go stick your feet in his lake until he surfaces to bitch you out for it - you don't listen, since you've heard it before, and when he's done you give him a be-fanged grin and say, "So I want a threesome."

Dualscar raises an eyebrow. "What, right now?"

You flick a pebble at him. "But, if you haven't realised by now, SF's kind of uptight and if I say 'threesome' in his vicinity he'll run off screaming, so we need a strategy." Too late, you see the smirk oiling its way across Dualscar's face, and sigh. "How long have you been behind me, SF?"

"Your concern is sweet," Suf says, his arms wrapping around your shoulders from behind despite the dryness of his tone, "but I have something to tell you."

"I just meant that you find it easier to-" you start, only for Suf to cut you off.

"I want a threesome," he says, and tugs meaningfully at your shirt. "Also, I'm not that bad at communicating, fuck you."

[ashkaprompt]

Porrim's heard all about the Dolorosa from Aranea's endless erotic friend fiction whoops I mean historical records, but when they meet up post-game, Dol is far more sensual than Porrim had ever imagined.

You expected all the worst parts of you plus a few sweeps - a strict, severe matron of a woman, capable of kindness, certainly, but set firmly in her rut. She's - well, attractive, certainly; it's nice to know that you'll age well, but she's covered neck to ankles and completely unassuming (well, compared to you; you believe in truth in advertising and you have a lot of benefits to advertise), and it's rather verifiable you're no inexperienced pupa, but she is making you feel like one and you have no idea how; this is a game that you don't know the rules to and you think - you hope - she's delighting in it.

She lifts a cup of tea to her lips, and you audibly gulp despite yourself; the slow, pleased curl of a smile she gives you in return makes you sweat.

[ashkaprompt]

Troll!Dirk is a helmsman, Equius is his captain, and all the crew are worried about how quickly they vacillate from flushed to pitch and back. (The two of them have no concerns (they'll admit to) about it, of course.) How do they satisfy each other's kinks?

It's perfectly logical when you lay it all out: you both work high-stress jobs, see each other at all hours, and have to deal with the hierarchy of command, and as Zahhak's administrative assistant kindly put it, you're both very particular, so of course that volcano is eventually gonna blow. Hell, you've even managed to pin it down to a ten-night cycle, although your techs don't seem all that reassured by the spreadsheet you show them when one of them cautiously asks if 'the Captain's' moods are something that falls under your jurisdiction.

They do get a lot better at clearing out of the helmsblock every tenth night, though, which makes things a lot less awkward when you finally get into Zahhak's calendar and set up recurring appointments for Explosive Hatefucking like you wanted to do in the first place.

[ashkaprompt]

SuffPsii for old times' sake. NSFW, their first time.

You knew Psi had been around the block often enough to wear a groove in the path, and Disciple and Dolorosa left to convince someone to hand them food, and one thing led to another, aaaand...

...well, you hadn't entirely planned for a - for a practical demonstration of what you were curious about. But as soon as Psi told you to close your eyes, a great yawning chasm had opened up in you, and from what you've gathered Psi's hardly one to turn down an advance - when you started scrabbling at the fastenings of his helmsuit, you think he might have said 'Hey!'; alas, it was kind of hard to tell, given the circumstances, and he certainly didn't hesitate in helping you out once he caught up with the idea.

The problem, of course, is that you enjoyed it a little too much, and now that chasm of need seems to be here to stay, and the fact that the sleepy smile he gives you when you hesitantly trace a finger down his ribs isn't yours is going to kill you breath by breath for the rest of your life.

[ashkaprompt]

Dolorosa brings babby signgrub over to Redglare and Bro's for a playdate with baby dave. She has heard of the legendary human instinctive understanding of babies and wants to see it in action.

GA: I Really Do Appreciate You And Dirk Letting Me Step Out For A Bit GC: Y34H 1T'S NO PROBL3M DOLLF4C3! L1K3 YOU S4W, HUM4NS 4R3 N4TUR4LS 4T TH1S. GA: What Are They Doing Now? GC: STR1F3 PR4CT1C3! 1 TH1NK HUM4NS H4V3 3XT3ND3D STR1F3 TR41N1NG 1NST34D OF TH3 TR14LS. S33MS 1N3FF1C13NT BUT 4S 1 4M NOT H1S HONOUR4BL3 TYR4NNY 1 W1LL R3FR41N FROM JUDG1NG. GC: OH H3Y H3 JUST FLUNG TH3M OFF TH3 ROOF. GC: W3LL, TH3Y H4V3 TO L34RN 4BOUT L3V3R4G3 SOM3T1M3! GC: 4ND TH3Y'R3 B4CK! 1 GU3SS TH3Y L34RN3D 4BOUT L3V3R4G3. GC: YOUR GRUB H4S V3RY H34LTHY LUNGS. GA: Would You Look At That My Appointment Just Got Cancelled

[ashkaprompt]

dolorosa and signless (feat bby kankri) oh-god-how-do-I-stop-babby-cry??????au

CG: ROSA! CG: ROSA!!!! GA: Goodness You Haven't Used Multiple Exclamation Marks In Sweeps GA: What Could Possibly Be The Emergency CG: ROSA THIS GRUB WILL NOT SHUT UP I TRIED FEEDING IT I TRIED PATTING IT I GAVE IT A BATH I GAVE IT A FRIEND I TOOK AWAY THE FRIEND IN CASE THE FRIEND WAS AN ENEMY I GOT PSI TO FLY IT AROUND I RESCUED IT FROM PSI I PUT IN A PILE IN CASE IT WANTED TO SLEEP AND IT'S STILL CRYING AND I DON'T APPRECIATE YOU LAUGHING AT MY HILARIOUS INEPTITUDE WITH GRUBS JUST SO YOU KNOW PLEASE HELP CG: PLEASE! GA: Stick Your Finger In Its Mouth CG: I AM DESPERATE ENOUGH TO TRY THIS. CG: OW! ROSA! GA: Yes I Heard Your Scream From Here GA: But It Worked Didn't It CG: DO YOU WANT ME TO APOLOGISE FOR SOMETHING I DID AS A GRUB? I'LL APOLOGISE!

[ashkaprompt]

Eridan/Karkat, pale confessions

CA: wwell CA: wwhat do you think already CA: he wwas incredibly out a line obvviously but wwhat next CG: YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUN? CG: WATCHING YOU BE AN EMBARRASSING DISASTER IS FUN. CG: AND BY FUN I MEAN 'PLEASE, EMPRESS, LET MY UNWORTHY LOWBLOODED HAND COVER HIS MOUTH SO THE REST OF US CAN STOP CRINGING IN SECOND-HAND AWKWARDNESS VIBES.' CG: I FEEL I SHOULD NOTE THAT I AM WINCING AND COVERING THIS WINDOW BECAUSE LOOKING AT IT MAKES ME PHYSICALLY ILL. CA: kar until i figure out howw to get fef flushed i cant entertain any pale proposals on account a i dont wwant any misunderstandins to come betwween us CA: i knoww that someone like me an someone like you are wwell fated in a pacifyin kind a wway but i wwas just comin to you for advvice like CG: OH, FUCK OFF.

[ashkaprompt]

Pale Dolorosa/Dualscar, grooming work as a prompt? Preference for playing with hair?

It takes a long time for the two of you to edge into something approaching comfort - not that you blame Dol, with all a' the Spin-processing she has to do, and being perfectly honest you have some processing to do there yourself; Spin was a large part of your life, and your friend even when she wasn't your quadrantmate - but your point is that you've got a comfortable routine now, that you see Dol most nights when you're at a loose end, and sitting on the couch with her while Red's out chasing crime is nice, and of course your crapsack of a brain wants to fuck it up with flittery feelings and the need to label everything.

The sensible part of you knows that Dol doesn't need that shit right now, and neither do you, but it's a little hard to ignore when she falls asleep halfway through an episode In Which a Schoolfeeding Overseer Revitalises A Lost Extra-Curricular Activity Club Centered Around Singing In Order To Further His Research On Caste Dynamics, Instead Becoming Gradually Involved to the Point of Impropriety, Causing His Long-Time Rival To Step In And Run The Social Experiments Herself, Causing an Eventual Breakdown in Schoolfeeding Procedures That Results In Complete Anarchy and the Need for Extreme Culling Measures, and her head lands on your shoulder.

You freeze in terror for the next hour until you realise that she's woken up again and hasn't moved away, at which point you discover the true meaning of freezing in terror - but then Dol makes a disgruntled noise and shifts until she's curled up along the couch with her head in your lap and your heart tries to implode and explode at the same time, because maybe you haven't been talking about things - maybe you've been talking around things - but she wouldn't do this if she didn't trust you, and maybe you don't need words; after a long time of swearing at yourself in your head, you manage to pick up your hand and carefully run your fingers through her hair, and if she's mad she can tell you to fuck off, but instead she relaxes bonelessly into the couch - so you do it again, and again, and each time it hits you again how much of yourself you owe to this woman, and you couldn't imagine things turning out any more perfectly.

[ashkaprompt]

Psii/Equius: Being a helmsman is boring as heck, and flustering the technician with the cute butt is something to do.

TA: zk ii got a new one CT: D--> Really, Helmsman, I do not understand your insistence on communicating with me CT: D--> Especially through improper channels CT: D--> There is a maintenance form TA: cn 2topped reactiing before you were hatched and the admiin of thii2 bucket ii2 boriing TA: anyway TA: what diid the helm2man 2ay two the techniiciian? CT: D--> At this point it is more correct to ask what the Helmsman did not say CT: D--> Especially during the period when he is supposed to be offline for neural readjustment TA: oh 2nap -- CT: D--> Nepeta has insisted I ask CT: D--> What did the Helmsman say to the technician TA: ii need a 2erviice iif you know what ii mean CT: D--> CT: D--> I do not understand how this f001ishness consists of humor TA: your face wa2 pretty fuckiing funny

[ashkaprompt]

Dolofang- shipwrecked or during a storm

"Well," Mindfang says, and stretches without a care in the world, "that was a stroke of luck."

You have three immediately threatening gashes, your favourite shawl has been ripped to shreds, you can feel the beginning of shock tremors settling in, the slave bracelet around your wrist chafes, and the sandbar unfortunate enough to cross Marquise Spinneret Mindfang is strewn with bodies and wreckage enough to make you sick - and Mindfang herself is untouched, of course, a stroke of luck indeed, one night soon you are going to risk the punishment and claw her eyes out to at least give her a reason for her blind worship of herself.

"Come on, then," she says, and strolls into the dense thicket that seems to comprise most of the island that the lucky sandbar is attached to; you limp along in her footsteps because you have no other choice and spend every agonising moment of it stewing your bitterness into hate, which is no different than any other night, shipwreck or not.

[ashkaprompt]

Redglare, first prosecution adrenaline rush

You have spent long sweeps studying your chosen profession, split between being buried in books and shadowing someone through the streets, and right here and right now it all feels worth it; the montage is coming to a culmination, and something greater than you is speaking through you, your lips shaping words and forming arguments flawlessly as part of your brain hyperventilates in the background.

"The true guilty party," you conclude, your hands steady as you summarise the case, "is still unknown, and I move to adjourn."

Silence falls, because you have just suggested leaving His Honourable Tyranny hungry and that is a very daring move for a Neophyte given the possibility of being devoured - but then everything unfurls, and your client is plucked from the stands to be eaten in two bites; everything snaps, and suddenly your hands are shaking, but you grip your cane tighter, nod once, and walk out in the longest dignified stride you can manage - because there is someone else to find, and this case will be resolved to your satisfaction.