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DEC. TOTAL: 12 933 words.

eeeeeeh.

POSTED
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol chapter 29 (1 693 words)
-Byrd and the Dads: daemon AU (216 words)
-Landlord ofic: Khulan and Naran (2 020 words)
-Landlord ofic: Khulan and Naran, Daemon AU (1 143 words)
-post-escape Zack and Cloud, daemon AU (137 words)
-Final Fantasy 7: Steal: Daemon AU, Zack and babies' first daemons (523 words)

WIP
-GW - lone wolf and pilot chapter idk 8? 9? (574 words)
-Sorin/Veli, heterodyne AU, daemon AU (6 460 words)
-Landlord ofic: dating or not?? fic (167 words)

hrrrrrfffffffff half of my output is daemon AUs. aaa. flop.

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YEARLY WORD COUNT

jan: 26 159
feb: 27 626
mar: 16 898
apr: 23 320
may: 13 242
jun: 12 612
jul: 12 752
aug: 10 598
sep: 15 911
oct: 17 873
nov: 16 479
dec: 12 933

TOTAL: 206 403

AVERAGE: 17 200

2010: 136 235, average: 11 353/month. ... :X :X :X
2011: 167 675, average: 13 973/month. :X
2012: 332 396, average: 27 700/month. eeeeeeee.
2013: 396 917, average: 33 076/month !!!!!!!!
2014: 315 332, average: 26 276/month ... :X
2015: 206 403, average: 17 200/month.

... Okay, I have lost a hundred thousand words compared to last year. Where did they fucking go.

I went from thinking january's 25k was "acceptable" to april's 23k in three weeks because my grandmother died the last week to... wow, i have seriously lost 10k average since then and never recovered them.

I don't feel that i'm grieving significantly more or that it's related to her death, but just generally my procrastination and attention problem has gotten a lot worse and looking at it here it's a lot more clear than i thought it was. starting in May it was like i'd totally lost the habit of regular writing. upon thinking, 2013 was a really good year writing-wise, not an average year, i had bunnies everywhere because i was in the honeymoon stage with homestuck and got inspired every time i read a new page pretty much, so 2014 was actually pretty alright. but tis year i have fallen back to a pretty bad writing output and i don't like it.

I do like that i came up with the landlord ofic. it's an enjoyable 'verse and i wasn't sure of my ability to sustain my own interest in characters i'd come up with instead of fallen in love elsewhere, as i'm a lot more used to coming up with background OCs to shore up a story written for other people's characters.

Still, grump.
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i was just thinking i should finally share the baby deets XD

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TOTAL: 16 479

a third at least is daemon AU ficlets, i'm sure...

POSTED
daemon AUs:
-Daemon Au: BT Slick and Bro's daemons interacting (238 words)
-MotDP, Terezi and Vriska with Rose and her daemon (471 words)
-a MOtDP one yet where only the demons have daemons? In which case yes please with Karkat and Dave. (247 words)
-More MOtDP where only the demons have daemons. Dave and Karkat get in trouble/are attacked >:D (571 words)
- Daemons with Karkat and Dave, Sunlightverse (228 words)

-Sorin and Veli's daemons interacting when Sorin's upset/sparking/having Emotions (991 words)
-Sorin meeting Klaus for the first time (optional: without Veli as backup) (1 698 words)
-Heterodyne!Sorin´s deamon meeting the guards deamons for the first time. (2 157 words)

other things:
-Flipped Switch - Adiduck's heterodyne!sorin AU (3 364 words)


WIP
-Battlefield Terra (936 words)
-Demon Patrol (1 092 words)
-GW: Lone Wolf and Pilot (2 287 words)
-Landlord ofic: So Not Dating: Cooking For Him (2 188 words)

... haha! i was right, 6k. welp. which were hammered out in like four days, and meanwhile all my WIPs are at a crawl. uuuuuuuuuurgh.
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TOTAL: 17 873

not bad! :D getting better. *pats self*

POSTED
-three-sentence meme replies (reposted in this post) (1 835 words total)
-DCMK: Swingersverse: Heist Prevention (kid/ran) (674 words)
-Homestuck: covalent 'verse: Mituna&Meulin, Jane&Feferi (1 600 words)

WIP
-Demon Patrol chapter... uh, 28? (1 011 words)
-ofic: landlord: Restaurant Date (6 195 words) (complete but cannot be posted until i finish the mafia one aaaaa)
-ofic: landlord: Meeting the Parents (4 197 words) (saaaame)
-ofic: landlord: Cooking For Him (1 525 words)
-Gundam Wing: lone wolf and pilot chapter idek 9 (836 words)

3 sentence ficlets )
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TOTAL: 15 911

POSTED:
-landlord ofic - daemon AU - vasili comes home (1 222 words)
-landlord ofic - daemon AU - walburga & wheelchair (1 764 words)
-landlord ofic - daemon AU - born-of-mud golems don't have daemons (2 768 words)
-demon patrol chapter 28 (1 429 words)

WIP:
-landlord ofic - mikhail meets sevan's parents (4 277 words)
-battlefield terra (1 106 words)
-demon patrol 29 (621 words)
-landlord ofic - mafia (1 989 words)
-DCMK - kid/ran het porn for swingersverse(735 words)
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
TOTAL: 10 598 words.

mnehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

was on vacation for three weeks and family everywhere oh god get away from me aaaaaa. and i still managed to laboriously rstart work on long standing WIPs, so! *forgives self*

POSTED
-Girl Genius: Sorin/Klaus for a kiss meme (1 736 words)

WIP
-ofic: landlord: the mafia fic. (3 285 words)
-Gundam Wing: wolfbrothers (3 333 words)
-BATTLEFIELD TERRA (1 291 words) fucking finished that blocked scene RAAA. ... now onto the... next ... scene... zzzzz.
-demon patrol chapter 28 (896 words)
-kankri/latula/mituna (57 words) (is it complete? the ending feels really shitty to me. urgh. imma sit on it a bit longer to decide.)
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TOTAL: 12 752 words.

=__=

on the upside i've gotten demonfic restarted... i guess...

also tons of tiny daemon AUs, but those were fun to come up with at least.

POSTED
-daemon AU: awake at night, dad & karkat & gamzee (478 words)
-daemon AU: demon patrol: the coffee shop scene (542 words)
-daemon AU: married knights davekat: Hal and Seb (764 words)
-daemon AU: jaeger x townie otp in the tree silliness (157 words)
-daemon AU: 30th century night, dave re: rose (176 words)
-daemon AU: battlefield terra chapter 8 (236 words)
-daemon AU: demon patrol: chapter 26 (434 words)
-daemon AU: lord of these future lands (landlord ofic) (1 230 words)
-daemon AU: visitation rights (landlord ofic) (575 words)

WIP
-BT chapter 9 (115 words) (orz)
-landlord ofic: dating or not??? (361 words =_ =)
-Demon Patrol chapter 28 (6 838 words!!)
-Demon Patrol, discarded scene (846 words)

I also posted chapter 27 of Demon Patrol but it's been written for a while so it's not in the word count.
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
TOTAL: 12 612

ORZ

POSTED:
-landlord ofic: Workplace in the Romance (8 246 words) (some of which was actually deleted scenes as i rewrote this thing like a motherfucker; will be posting them in this post just because)
-landlord ofic: Luce POV thing (1 564 words)

WIP:
-Covalent 'verse: Meenah, Damara, Kankri (2 802 words) (might actually be complete but also needs to be reread and fixed for continuity and descriptions.)

... i did plot a LOT for demon patrol, so while nothing is writen yet the thing is unblocked and might start to flow again any time soon, so all was not in vain!

... *flops*

cut-out snippets from ofic )
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TOTAL: 13 242

cutting myself some slack, this has not been a good month in general. at least there was BT!

POSTED
-Landlord ofic: Visitation Rights (the one with prison guy) (1 528 words)

IN PROGRESS
-Battlefield Terra (6 128 words)
-Landlord ofic: luce thing (2 624 words)
-Landlord ofic: sevan and mike have the talk (or try to) (2 962 words)

mneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhh. >:/

on the upside i've been having thoughts about demonfic, so hey, who know, might figure out wtf happens next sometime next month. no promises but maybe.
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"Who's dead?" Vasili barks when Mikhail walks in, before he even sits. There's a glass between them with talking holes in it -- he's violent and they don't know who the fuck Mikhail is. He could perhaps crack it but his hand would splinter all the way to the wrist. Fucking plastisteel.

That old sonovabitch Mikhail arches a fucking eyebrow at him, and then the guard in chief goes, "Deustche, bitte," because he can't even trust Vasili with fucking words.

Like it's words he was in solitary for.


on AO3 (locked)

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Thu, May. 7th, 2015 01:35
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
jesus fucking dick.

you ever read an author who’s pretty awesome, but for one GLARING FAULT -- and you only notice it the first time because it’s egregious, but then you reread your old favorite and the scent of that same thing is hanging in the air? and then you read new fic and surely they have learned another way to plothook since the last horriblest example of nooooo not that idiot ball plot plz...

... and the fic is awesome!

for seven out of ten chapters!

bam.

i love vathata’s plots and the way she does crossovers and merges universes, and her love of little details and meta and research is so geekily fun but like

every single fic

there is a darling, and they have fun and badass stuff happens and the fic is fun, and then there is someone who gets handled the idiot-jerk ball and gets their characterization flattened down to the worst aspects and loses their ability to use any self assessment and break all their hypocrisy alarms that should be BLARING, and CALLOUSLY BETRAY the darling, so that the darling can be BETRAYED AND HURT and give them a lesson but ultimately grandly forgive them. after they have crawled some and been Very Sorry.

why does she always do this.
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TOTAL: 23 320 words.

that's based on three weeks, so quantity-wise it's not bad. better than previously, even. quality-wise it's not bad either, i just wish i could have worked more on homestuck stuff and other fanfics on top of all the ofic.

my grandmother died on monday so i'm not going to hold myself to any standards for not writing in the last week.

POSTED:
-Covalent 'verse (177 words) (IT WAS ONLY MISSING THAT MUCH *FOR LIKE A YEAR* AAAA)
-Landlord ofic n°1, Lord of These Future Lands (15 715 words)
-Landlord ofic n°2, Work Songs (6 045 words)
-a few sequelish snippets from various fics (847 words, reposted from tumblr in this here post)

IN PROGRESS:
-landlord ofic n°3 (536 words)

ficlets )
askerian: Serious Karkat in a red long-sleeved shirt (Default)
(which is btw complete)

"Here we are! Castle Bauer," Mikhail said, gesturing up to the red brick facade. The apartment building was stuck like a redheaded stepchild between two burlier, more menacing siblings, all narrow and vaguely sad-looking. That impression could probably be blamed on the pollution grime and the rusted grilles on the lowest windows, mind. "Home sweet home, kind of."

Head craned up to take in the building, Timur let out a little puff of breath that was almost a laugh -- a chagrined, unsure one.

"It's a dump for now, but that's fine. Come on."

He walked up the three front steps, paused when Timur didn't follow. Suitcase still at his feet, the other golem would have been choking his own hat if he'd still had any, long-fingered hands clenching spasmodically over his stomach. So tall he was about eye level with Mikhail on the steps, even with his stooped shoulders, the long-sleeved shirt swallowing his frame... He'd grown again during the ten years they hadn't seen each other, Mikhail was pretty sure, and was even surer that the only reason Timur didn't wear gloves to cover the bamboo segments at his knuckles was him being unable to find any that would be long enough.

Mikhail had started rolling his sleeves back up in the last week. It was better for the jobs he was working.

6k, safe for work.
Work Songs on AO3 (locked)
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Fresh-faced university student Sevan picks up rugged, funny Mikhail. Okay, is picked up. Same result – a nice evening for all. No consequences, right?

Only Sevan is a mage, and Mikhail is... well.


Urban fantasy, male/male sex, low on action. Contains age difference, eventual power imbalance, caretaker fatigue, suicidal thoughts.

Chapter 1 of 2 on AO3.

(This is likely to be part 1 of a series, as not all plot threads will be tied off in this one. The fic is locked to people with an AO3 account.)
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TOTAL: ... 16 898.
... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

POSTED:
-sorin & veli tree-sex-related silliness (851 words)

WIP:
-demon patrol chapter idk the next one (2 505 words)
-ofic: post-magical meteor apocalypse cult escape (11 308 words)
-battlefield terra chapter 9 (762 words)
-ofic: magical building manager (1 472 words)

jesus i don't know why things have been so shit writing-wise recently but this month is the absolute worst in like four or five years. so sulky. *grumps off into the night, grumping*
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by solids i mean pureed stuff.

by pureed stuff i mean beetroot.

violently red, juicy, stain-happy beetroot.

he's also a very active baby. i'm sure y'all who know babies see where this is going.

he took exception to the beetroot container and bitchslapped it off the table. the container hit the ground and bounced. the beetroot bounced higher.

We found splatters on the floor. we found splatters on the (white) walls. we found splatters over the phone stand, past the phone stand, and all over the cuddly blanket for the couch. we found some on the radiator by the TV. we did not find any ON the tv!

there was some *behind* the tv.

and when everything was cleaned up and all the more solid, already dried bits of beet were picked up and the fuchsia pink stains were sort of sponged off and all the stained spots on the wall were marked for repainting, someone looked up and found out there were splatters on the ceiling too.

yeah, i don't think we're gonna forget the first time the baby ate beets anytime soon. XD
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TOTAL: 27 626

i was aiming for 28k words since the month is 28 days long and i ALMOST got there, and that's mostly because Crash Standing decided not to sprawl out, so i'm pretty happy and considering it attained. ^^

also yeeee starting to post stuff agaiiin!!

the only thing i'm hrrmgh about is the almost total lack of BT, because i was feeling all WRITE ALL THE THINGS and therefore really wanted to have a month where i wrote EVERY SINGLE THING. that, alas, did not happen. NEXT TIME, BT. >:O

POSTED
-Gundam Wing: Lone Wolf and Pilot chapter 8 (6 326 words)
-Demon Patrol chapter 26 (9 930 words)
-Crash Standing chapter 18 (NO words! all written out before feb.)
-Crash Standing chapter 19 (135 words) (technically posted march 1st but finished on the 28th so.)

IN PROGRESS
-battlefield terra chapter 9 (233 words orz was hoping for more. my one disappointment!)
-Demon Patrol chapter 27 (4 613 words)
-Crash Standing chapter 20 (6 020 words)
-that goddamn mituna/latuna/kankri beach fic (369 words)
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"You know, you guys could have been ordered off the field entirely!"

Dave dislikes Roxy immensely right now.

There she is, sitting on the low windowsill of what used to be a hairdresser's shop window, wearing that stupid Venice mask with the feather and swinging her legs. The thing is violently pink and sequined, catches every ray of light that manages to pierce the grime. Dave keeps losing track of her every time she stops talking.

Dave makes sure his tush is extra-cocooned in this here creaky old chair, and tries not to think about the old crusted-dry gunk marking the edges of the hair-washing basin he's propping his head against.

"We could have been ordered to be goddamn useful, too," Karkat replies before Dave can. "Not that I mind being hidden away and doled out penny by penny like the peerless treasure I fucking am, but if we're that precious, the fuck kind of sense does it make only having the two of you as guards?"

"All the sense in the world!" Roxy replies -- huh, she's still in the same spot. The feather wobbles with her nodding, the tip almost two feet over her actual head. "I got Horuss to make sure no one finds y'all..."

"And I've got my good old buddy Eridan to shoot anyone who finds you anyway full of holes!" Jake continues for her. They both turn from the window to grin.

"And if they're not dead when Jakey and Eri are done with them, I've also got Equius to beat them into the ground. Tadah."

Karkat stares at them, and then turns to stare across the dusty floor at Dave to share his total absence of admiration.

"And the brass don't have more people to spare for us," Dave finishes cynically. Read more... )
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Post-EW, fusion with the Iskryne series, written for the Psychic Wolves for Lupercalia mini-challenge. Duo-centric, eventual Duo/Heero. Psychic packbonding, consent issues.

Duo doesn’t want to join the Preventers, thankyouverymuch. Preserving the peace is all well and good but he likes answering to no one but himself, and like hell he wants to buddy up to people he and Killer used to stand against, back during the war.

Only the Preventers have a pack, and his brother-wolf doesn’t, never has, deserves to, and maybe a junkyard dog isn’t all a warrior wolf should be.

--

Duo swore Heero would have kept him awake less if he'd been tossing and turning.

Mary had retired to her little wolf cave on the ground floor of the Yuy bunk bed a while ago, and was dead asleep as far as Duo could tell. Meanwhile, her person was lying absolutely still one level up, stretched out on his back, a hand tucked under his pillow for the hidden gun. Staring at the ceiling.

Okay, not really, his eyes were closed. Might as well have been staring, though. Duo didn't know if it was because almost everyone else was asleep and therefore quiet, but...

The awareness of too many breaths in the room he felt was a little too sharp to be his. He'd been here for almost four weeks now, after all, and it wasn't like he'd never slept in dorms before, doing his training on cramped, overcrowded Sweeper ship after Sweeper ship. Half the time he had his choice of hammock or Killer's flank to sleep on, and the hammocks vibrated every time someone opened a door or walked by...

Sigh.

Read more... )
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In Which A Secret Mutantblood Unknowingly Picks Up A Member Of The Nobility In A Bar Of Ill-Repute, After Which They Proceed To Have Sex, Fall Asleep, Then Have Sex Again While The Mutant Desperately Tries To Hide His Blood Color And Not Laugh At The Blueblood's Deplorable Jokes. Contains References To Ashen Pornography, A Somewhat Pitiable Inability To Handle The Gloriousness Of War, And Mentions Of Conciliatory Perversions Unsuitable For Trolls Aged Eight Or Under.

((btw I’m going with indigo-Equius, purple-Gamzee, violet-Eridan.))

--

"Dude," someone mutters against his neck. "Dude, your communicator is beeping."

Karkat blinks away the afterimage of his dreams -- some boring cliché horsebeastshit about wading through a mess of alien larvae during a mission. It's dark in the recuperacoon, but a faint greenish glow comes from outside.

The slime isn't great, but better than they get in the barracks; it would be easy to sink back into its embrace...

He doesn't care about the dream (terrified pupae, gore squelching under the tread of his combat boots) and he does vaguely want to find out if the other troll pressed against his side would let him sink into his arms again (maybe his nook, even, shit, that part of yesterday was good.) Hey, the guy didn't steal Karkat's wallet or cull him during the day, Karkat likes his odds.

"Dude," the man mumbles, eyes entirely closed, and disappears under the surface with a quiet glop. His horns emerge from the orange up, two windswept, rolling curves that Karkat is almost (vaguely, entirely) sure he had his hands on at some point...

Karkat grabs the edge with both hands and fits his feet in the holds and executes a smooth-as-hell roll through the round opening.

(He lands on his heels and stumbles back, but the wall of the recuperacoon breaks his fall before he can get very far.)

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