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monthly word count -september
TOTAL: 17 634.
... ://////////// self no. this time you have no excuse. bad self.
okay it's not TOO horrible but SERIOUSLY SELF NOW.
POSTED:
-Three Sentences AU Ficlets most of them are homestuck, one is GW/Homestuck and one is pacific Rim/Homestuck (DAVEKAT IN GIANT TELEPATHIC ROBOOOTS) (2 190 words)
-Ficlets for johnkat day, a ton of them not johnkat : contains 3K OF BATTLEFIELD TERRA PORN (what if john walked in that bathroom at the end of chpt 7), arranged marriage davekat, daveterezikat househusbands silliness, and shorter ficlets johndavespritekat, and a couple davekats one of them 30th Centuryverse, ALL PORN. (6 402 words)
-MIDNIGHT ON THE DEMON PATROL CHAPTER SEVENTEEN FUCK YES FINALLY. (7 055 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS:
-midnight on the demon patrol chapter 18 (1 987 words)
So tired. He just woke up. What the shit. "Karkat -- they feed you?"
"Yeah," Karkat replies, looking down at him with a weird look on his face. "I got delightful hospital meals, smuggled chocolates, and transfusion packs, which are disgusting and not a ton of help seeing how they're the farthest from fresh off the donor, but I'll live a little while longer. If you could tell your genetic relation to clear out we could get a start on fixing that looming starvation problem though."
Dave stares. Dave pinches his lips. Dave tilts his shades down so he can glower over the rim of them.
"Did you just. No."
"Hint that I should clear out so you guys can have hospital bed sex?" Bro drawls, hands in his pockets and not going anywhere.
"I didn't hint, asswad, that was a suggestion I wrongly assumed you had enough basic intelligence to understand clearly."
Dave goes sprfhl in his hand, or something equivalent. He's pretty sure Bro can tell it was trying to be a laugh. Welp. "I, uh." Oh, fuck it. He lets himself smile. He's got the loopy from six days' sleep! excuse. "Don't think my Excalibur is up for being pulled out of the rock today. Like... nope. Sorry, man."
"That's too bad," Bro says over Karkat's affronted glare, "would have been hilarious to see what else you break trying to play trampoline on a twin bed with wheels."
"I'm sure the wheels are locked," Dave replies, which is a really subpar comeback and he perhaps shouldn't have tried. "... But yeah okay it's still a super bad idea, sorry Karkat, not happening, king you another day."
"Like you need to move to get a blowjob," he grumbles. Dave closes his eyes really tight behind his shades.
Bro makes a sound that almost sounds like a laugh but surely cannot be. "Protip, kid... Don't talk about sex with someone around someone's parental units. Weird human taboo."
Karkat stares at him. "You talk about sex with him."
"No, we talk around sex, because we're douchebags. We joke about sex. We give each other a hard time. Realistic visuals of actual happenstances not desired."
Grumpy pout. Karkat crosses his arms. (He's oddly cautious toward the end of the movement, like it tugs on the root of his wing perhaps.) "Your taboos are stupid and you're stupid for having them, but fine. Get out so we can talk about them, then."
... ://////////// self no. this time you have no excuse. bad self.
okay it's not TOO horrible but SERIOUSLY SELF NOW.
POSTED:
-Three Sentences AU Ficlets most of them are homestuck, one is GW/Homestuck and one is pacific Rim/Homestuck (DAVEKAT IN GIANT TELEPATHIC ROBOOOTS) (2 190 words)
-Ficlets for johnkat day, a ton of them not johnkat : contains 3K OF BATTLEFIELD TERRA PORN (what if john walked in that bathroom at the end of chpt 7), arranged marriage davekat, daveterezikat househusbands silliness, and shorter ficlets johndavespritekat, and a couple davekats one of them 30th Centuryverse, ALL PORN. (6 402 words)
-MIDNIGHT ON THE DEMON PATROL CHAPTER SEVENTEEN FUCK YES FINALLY. (7 055 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS:
-midnight on the demon patrol chapter 18 (1 987 words)
So tired. He just woke up. What the shit. "Karkat -- they feed you?"
"Yeah," Karkat replies, looking down at him with a weird look on his face. "I got delightful hospital meals, smuggled chocolates, and transfusion packs, which are disgusting and not a ton of help seeing how they're the farthest from fresh off the donor, but I'll live a little while longer. If you could tell your genetic relation to clear out we could get a start on fixing that looming starvation problem though."
Dave stares. Dave pinches his lips. Dave tilts his shades down so he can glower over the rim of them.
"Did you just. No."
"Hint that I should clear out so you guys can have hospital bed sex?" Bro drawls, hands in his pockets and not going anywhere.
"I didn't hint, asswad, that was a suggestion I wrongly assumed you had enough basic intelligence to understand clearly."
Dave goes sprfhl in his hand, or something equivalent. He's pretty sure Bro can tell it was trying to be a laugh. Welp. "I, uh." Oh, fuck it. He lets himself smile. He's got the loopy from six days' sleep! excuse. "Don't think my Excalibur is up for being pulled out of the rock today. Like... nope. Sorry, man."
"That's too bad," Bro says over Karkat's affronted glare, "would have been hilarious to see what else you break trying to play trampoline on a twin bed with wheels."
"I'm sure the wheels are locked," Dave replies, which is a really subpar comeback and he perhaps shouldn't have tried. "... But yeah okay it's still a super bad idea, sorry Karkat, not happening, king you another day."
"Like you need to move to get a blowjob," he grumbles. Dave closes his eyes really tight behind his shades.
Bro makes a sound that almost sounds like a laugh but surely cannot be. "Protip, kid... Don't talk about sex with someone around someone's parental units. Weird human taboo."
Karkat stares at him. "You talk about sex with him."
"No, we talk around sex, because we're douchebags. We joke about sex. We give each other a hard time. Realistic visuals of actual happenstances not desired."
Grumpy pout. Karkat crosses his arms. (He's oddly cautious toward the end of the movement, like it tugs on the root of his wing perhaps.) "Your taboos are stupid and you're stupid for having them, but fine. Get out so we can talk about them, then."