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Monthly Word Count -- Dec + Happy New Year gaiz!
TOTAL : 11 281 words
Not very good at all. Actually, almost 6 000 words less than last month. Then again I was distracted by trying to read my way through a 5000+ pages webcomic and all the fic I could read for it on AO3 and the kink meme both, which took up about two solid weeks of nonstop binge. (I am now all caught up and really frustrated that there is now a lack of fic to binge on, btw.) Anyway it took up a lot of time I should have been using to write other things. Also I spent like two weeks of THAT trying to convince myself I wasn't gonna write anything for it and thus avoiding writing anything at all. Oh self. orz
POSTED:
-FF7: Steal: Howdy Neighbor (1 449 words)
-Homestuck: Shameless Dave/Karkat Porn. (3 268 words) orz
-A few silly drabbles for that "fic you never wrote" meme (still planning to give the rest of the prompts a try, some look shiny (especially that girls seph/cloud one ohgod) but i dunno if I'll manage)
--DCKM: ot4 christmas date (91 words)
--NaruSasuSaku pirate AU (307 words)
--Homestuck: Karkat/John & Terezi crack (206 words)
--GW: Girl!Heero at university (323 words)
--FF7: SephZackCloudAeris + kitty (375 words)
--Naruto: LockerRoomTherapy 'verse: first kiss (426 words)
--Homestuck: Everyone Wants Karkat crack (408 words)
WORKS IN PROGRESS:
-Homestuck fantasyish AU (orz) that's probably goint to be like 20 parts long fuck my life (3730 words)
-Homestuck post-scratch hippie commune on Alter-alternia thing that also looks like it'll be hella long, the heck (697 words that i'll probably have to throw away because it doesn't work and also ew infodumps)
-... that's it? oh self what D: no, bad self. bad. (still hoping homestuck'll do a DCMK on me and be like the whirlwind romance that leaves me dazed and satisfied and entirely ready to go back to my steady boyfriends tyvm. that fandom is crack, i swear. in every sense of the word.)
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Homestuck AU thinger
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He jerked awake to approaching laughter and jeers, tromping feet, a whole crowd coming his way up the grassy slope. Time to fight again, was his first thought, and his second was no, I can't, but it wasn't like he had any choice.
He'd been sleeping too much, there were still hours till dawn, but it beat being so hungry eating rotting meat almost seemed a good idea. The jolt of fear that twanged his nerves cleared his mind -- made him nauseous, too, but he ignored that as he pushed himself up on hands and knees.
The enclosure hadn't magically sprouted a weapon for him to wield, and the carcasses of the two beasts he had already been pitted against were too heavy to move and too small to form any real obstacle to hide behind. He flexed his fingers, tested the edge of his claws against his palms. Two of them were broken into uselessness, one torn clean out, and it ached.
"Okay," he muttered under his breath, "what'll it be this time? Another hogbeast? Howlbeasts? A goddamned firebreathing wyvern? Just bring it on."
He didn't know who the fuck he was pretending for. The guards weren't paying attention to his muttering, and a good thing too because he didn't want any more rocks to the ribs. Himself? What a joke, he knew better, he was never going to leave the corral alive. Rainy season meant so long as his pride didn't suddenly come back from the dead all 'hey, drinking from puddles sucks sweaty musclebeast bulge, we're stopping' he wasn't going to die of thirst, but that left hunger, contaminated meat, fresher opponents, and eventually, if he managed to survive all that, the blueblood everyone was waiting for, who'd get around to putting down the disgusting runt of a mutant eventually.
The first trolls popped up over the outside fence, perched on the upper rungs to get the best view on the scene. Karkat pushed himself up on his feet, waited. Not long now.
He wanted to look brave, but his bloodpusher was lodged firmly up his foodchute and he knew the reason he wasn't burrowing his way into a corner and whimpering as if that might make the inner fence break somehow was that his leg was busted and he wasn't going anywhere on it regardless. Maybe -- okay, the beast would probably pounce him straight on, he'd have a second to -- if he let himself topple back (hah, let himself, he'd go down anyway) but if he planned to go down he could get his claws in the beast's throat, maybe kill it or at least control its jaws and claw its belly open with his feet. But what if it was smart enough to circle first and he couldn't follow, what if it had hooves and trampled him, what if, what if.
At least once I'm done I can eat, he told himself, and tried to remember the taste of warm meat, freshly killed. I can eat my fill and I can be warm, it'll be good, just have to get through the unpleasant part first, come on you whimpering coward, food and warmth for another night, what else can you want from life.
Only when they unlocked the gate and shoved his opponent in, it wasn't a beast he saw.
Two legs and two arms, struggling to remove the rope around his neck, male and dark-haired and at first Karkat thought troll and he was torn between hate (they'd all rejected him, fuck them, he rejected them right back) and desperate pity, because this could be nothing but an unlucky petty thief or another mutant just like him.
--
Homestuck Hippie Commune
--
Things could be worse.
You could be dead. (Been there, done that.)
Your friends could be dead. (Been there, never doing again.)
(You could have dropped the ball, failed your friends.)
You didn't. You followed the plan to the letter. You're here. You're all here. You all cheated as fuck for that, but when the game's rigged it's the only way to get out with at least some of your initial stakes. The house always wins in the end so when you get a hand that's good enough, you've got to know it's the right time to quit. No dicking around with "no, let me bet again, next time it'll be jackpot for sure."
(Took you all a few tries to accept that.)
It's all timey-wimey bullshit from there on and you want to think about it as much as you want to think about a root canal, done by a troll dentist with dubious credentials in a Trollcago back alley.
The human session was borked from the start. So what you did was, basically, the equivalent of starting a new game while keeping all the sweet loot and terrain maps from precedent sessions. (That and knowing exactly where you needed to go next, of course. Danged dungeons full of Dead Daves.)
Means the trolls could go back and win their session.
Meant your own session would have never happened, though. The four of you are like glitched items, fallen through coding cracks. So you sit against an ancient, immense tree that didn't exist yesterday and you watch John and Jade flail around in glee as they poke at every weird insect or tentacle plant they find in between tacklehugging the shit out of any and all troll who'll stand still long enough, bouncing like they ought to be floating on the sheer concentrated power of their relief, and you carefully don't look at Lalonde, so the both of you can ignore what you both know.
You guys all crash-landed in a thunderstorm of world-shaking (world-remaking) proportions and even then right through the darkest thunderclouds you could feel the sun beating so hard it was like a goddamn sauna under the palm leaves, all in invisible rays of death and skin cancer so everything looked gloomy and purplish and felt like the inside of a microwave. You recognize none of the flora. (Not that you're a specialist -- city boy here, thanks, asphalt forever -- but more worrying, Jade doesn't, and Nepeta does.)
It's Alternia.
--
Wordcount for the year:
jan: 16 160 words
feb: 15 807 words
march: 13 440 words
apr: 15 417 words
may: 14 094 words
june: 10 245 words = D:
jul: 8 762 words = DDDDDDDDDDD:
aug: 12 567 words
sept: 15 721 words
oct: 17 583 words = !!!!!!!!!! :D-b
nov: 16 598 words = :DD
dec: 11 281 words
total: 167 675, average: 13 973/month.
Okay so 14k is what I should be aiming for on a normal month. The months over that are... idek, serendipity, but the months lower than that are usually just me being distracted. ~___~; In the other hand when I force myself too much I catch an attack of the AAAAA NOTMYJOB DUNWANNA CANTMAKEME worthy of any six year old and then zero writing happens, which is enormously frustrating. This is hard to juggle.
Mergh. Anyway.
Happy new year to you guys!
Not very good at all. Actually, almost 6 000 words less than last month. Then again I was distracted by trying to read my way through a 5000+ pages webcomic and all the fic I could read for it on AO3 and the kink meme both, which took up about two solid weeks of nonstop binge. (I am now all caught up and really frustrated that there is now a lack of fic to binge on, btw.) Anyway it took up a lot of time I should have been using to write other things. Also I spent like two weeks of THAT trying to convince myself I wasn't gonna write anything for it and thus avoiding writing anything at all. Oh self. orz
POSTED:
-FF7: Steal: Howdy Neighbor (1 449 words)
-Homestuck: Shameless Dave/Karkat Porn. (3 268 words) orz
-A few silly drabbles for that "fic you never wrote" meme (still planning to give the rest of the prompts a try, some look shiny (especially that girls seph/cloud one ohgod) but i dunno if I'll manage)
--DCKM: ot4 christmas date (91 words)
--NaruSasuSaku pirate AU (307 words)
--Homestuck: Karkat/John & Terezi crack (206 words)
--GW: Girl!Heero at university (323 words)
--FF7: SephZackCloudAeris + kitty (375 words)
--Naruto: LockerRoomTherapy 'verse: first kiss (426 words)
--Homestuck: Everyone Wants Karkat crack (408 words)
WORKS IN PROGRESS:
-Homestuck fantasyish AU (orz) that's probably goint to be like 20 parts long fuck my life (3730 words)
-Homestuck post-scratch hippie commune on Alter-alternia thing that also looks like it'll be hella long, the heck (697 words that i'll probably have to throw away because it doesn't work and also ew infodumps)
-... that's it? oh self what D: no, bad self. bad. (still hoping homestuck'll do a DCMK on me and be like the whirlwind romance that leaves me dazed and satisfied and entirely ready to go back to my steady boyfriends tyvm. that fandom is crack, i swear. in every sense of the word.)
--
Homestuck AU thinger
--
He jerked awake to approaching laughter and jeers, tromping feet, a whole crowd coming his way up the grassy slope. Time to fight again, was his first thought, and his second was no, I can't, but it wasn't like he had any choice.
He'd been sleeping too much, there were still hours till dawn, but it beat being so hungry eating rotting meat almost seemed a good idea. The jolt of fear that twanged his nerves cleared his mind -- made him nauseous, too, but he ignored that as he pushed himself up on hands and knees.
The enclosure hadn't magically sprouted a weapon for him to wield, and the carcasses of the two beasts he had already been pitted against were too heavy to move and too small to form any real obstacle to hide behind. He flexed his fingers, tested the edge of his claws against his palms. Two of them were broken into uselessness, one torn clean out, and it ached.
"Okay," he muttered under his breath, "what'll it be this time? Another hogbeast? Howlbeasts? A goddamned firebreathing wyvern? Just bring it on."
He didn't know who the fuck he was pretending for. The guards weren't paying attention to his muttering, and a good thing too because he didn't want any more rocks to the ribs. Himself? What a joke, he knew better, he was never going to leave the corral alive. Rainy season meant so long as his pride didn't suddenly come back from the dead all 'hey, drinking from puddles sucks sweaty musclebeast bulge, we're stopping' he wasn't going to die of thirst, but that left hunger, contaminated meat, fresher opponents, and eventually, if he managed to survive all that, the blueblood everyone was waiting for, who'd get around to putting down the disgusting runt of a mutant eventually.
The first trolls popped up over the outside fence, perched on the upper rungs to get the best view on the scene. Karkat pushed himself up on his feet, waited. Not long now.
He wanted to look brave, but his bloodpusher was lodged firmly up his foodchute and he knew the reason he wasn't burrowing his way into a corner and whimpering as if that might make the inner fence break somehow was that his leg was busted and he wasn't going anywhere on it regardless. Maybe -- okay, the beast would probably pounce him straight on, he'd have a second to -- if he let himself topple back (hah, let himself, he'd go down anyway) but if he planned to go down he could get his claws in the beast's throat, maybe kill it or at least control its jaws and claw its belly open with his feet. But what if it was smart enough to circle first and he couldn't follow, what if it had hooves and trampled him, what if, what if.
At least once I'm done I can eat, he told himself, and tried to remember the taste of warm meat, freshly killed. I can eat my fill and I can be warm, it'll be good, just have to get through the unpleasant part first, come on you whimpering coward, food and warmth for another night, what else can you want from life.
Only when they unlocked the gate and shoved his opponent in, it wasn't a beast he saw.
Two legs and two arms, struggling to remove the rope around his neck, male and dark-haired and at first Karkat thought troll and he was torn between hate (they'd all rejected him, fuck them, he rejected them right back) and desperate pity, because this could be nothing but an unlucky petty thief or another mutant just like him.
--
Homestuck Hippie Commune
--
Things could be worse.
You could be dead. (Been there, done that.)
Your friends could be dead. (Been there, never doing again.)
(You could have dropped the ball, failed your friends.)
You didn't. You followed the plan to the letter. You're here. You're all here. You all cheated as fuck for that, but when the game's rigged it's the only way to get out with at least some of your initial stakes. The house always wins in the end so when you get a hand that's good enough, you've got to know it's the right time to quit. No dicking around with "no, let me bet again, next time it'll be jackpot for sure."
(Took you all a few tries to accept that.)
It's all timey-wimey bullshit from there on and you want to think about it as much as you want to think about a root canal, done by a troll dentist with dubious credentials in a Trollcago back alley.
The human session was borked from the start. So what you did was, basically, the equivalent of starting a new game while keeping all the sweet loot and terrain maps from precedent sessions. (That and knowing exactly where you needed to go next, of course. Danged dungeons full of Dead Daves.)
Means the trolls could go back and win their session.
Meant your own session would have never happened, though. The four of you are like glitched items, fallen through coding cracks. So you sit against an ancient, immense tree that didn't exist yesterday and you watch John and Jade flail around in glee as they poke at every weird insect or tentacle plant they find in between tacklehugging the shit out of any and all troll who'll stand still long enough, bouncing like they ought to be floating on the sheer concentrated power of their relief, and you carefully don't look at Lalonde, so the both of you can ignore what you both know.
You guys all crash-landed in a thunderstorm of world-shaking (world-remaking) proportions and even then right through the darkest thunderclouds you could feel the sun beating so hard it was like a goddamn sauna under the palm leaves, all in invisible rays of death and skin cancer so everything looked gloomy and purplish and felt like the inside of a microwave. You recognize none of the flora. (Not that you're a specialist -- city boy here, thanks, asphalt forever -- but more worrying, Jade doesn't, and Nepeta does.)
It's Alternia.
--
Wordcount for the year:
jan: 16 160 words
feb: 15 807 words
march: 13 440 words
apr: 15 417 words
may: 14 094 words
june: 10 245 words = D:
jul: 8 762 words = DDDDDDDDDDD:
aug: 12 567 words
sept: 15 721 words
oct: 17 583 words = !!!!!!!!!! :D-b
nov: 16 598 words = :DD
dec: 11 281 words
total: 167 675, average: 13 973/month.
Okay so 14k is what I should be aiming for on a normal month. The months over that are... idek, serendipity, but the months lower than that are usually just me being distracted. ~___~; In the other hand when I force myself too much I catch an attack of the AAAAA NOTMYJOB DUNWANNA CANTMAKEME worthy of any six year old and then zero writing happens, which is enormously frustrating. This is hard to juggle.
Mergh. Anyway.
Happy new year to you guys!
Re: A belated response
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Good luck!
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Have a hat!In recognition of your awesome, have a hat
^this
Also, "12 inches" Innuendo, anyone? XD
Re: ^this
But my, doesn't Kurama have pretty eyelashes?
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Congratulations on your excellent word count.
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Okay this is really awesome.
hey there
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Re: hey there
also, I just stumbled on a GW fic that does an FANTASTIC job with the boys post-war PTSD, depression, paranoia, oh man there's a whole pile of accurately conveyed mental and mood disorders, and you can tell how they're different from normal personality traits, it's amazing. And there's also a very, very well done character who is Duo's psychologist, and he doesn't suck and does pretty much everything like really good psychologist should. You could even just read the first chapter for an accurate representation of a clinical case study.
Okay, enough gushing, here's the fic if your interested in looking at it;
http://raygunworks.net/singles3/broken_warriors/1.html
good luck! =)
A belated response
That said, WANT IT SO BAD. AUs! FANTASY AUs! I am chewing on this, I kid you not. I'm not even all the way through the official archives yet, I'm trying to go slow to savor it, but this makes me chomp at the self-imposed bit because there's no telling when you'll post the whole thing and I am STARVING for more awesome Homestuck.
Re: A belated response
and nooo AUs are naughty cheating ;^; (she says, plotting this one twelve chapters in)
Re: A belated response
Re: A belated response
Re: A belated response
Thank you for humoring me. :3