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Monthly word count - March
Okay, I give, I'm not going to write today and besides it's one AM so it technically doesn't count as the last day of March anymore.
TOTAL: 22 611 words.
Holy wow.
So little of it is teamwork I am crazy ashamed. .___. It's all Battlefield Terra, feels like.
BUT ANYWAY.
POSTED:
-Teamwork - POV switch meme, Sakura during the fight VS Itachi and Kisame (518 words)
-Homestuck: Battlefield Terra, chapters 1&2 (14 370 words)
IN PROGRESS:
-Teamwork 3 (135 words) .__.;;;
-Homestuck: Battlefield Terra chapter 3 (4 513 words)
-GW: Lone Wolf and Pilot (808 words, 300 of which I ended up trashing)
-Homestuck: Back fo the Garden (2 279 words)
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teamwork 3
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"Haruno-san," her enemy greeted her.
She nodded back -- no reason not to be polite right back -- as she scanned him. Taller than she was, gangly; he'd have more reach to start with, and then there was how he wore the same kind of face paint as Kankuro, though the patterns were different. A puppeteer, then. This was going to be seriously tricky.
"I don't think you ever really noticed me," he said, a hand brushing his pocket almost casually. "I drew guard rotation a couple of times while you were making use of the training fields, back in Suna."
A little smile.
Oh, he was good. Damn. I know how you fight, and you don't know how I do.
So she did something she usually didn't do; she threw herself into attacking first.
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Battlefield Terra
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It was home; it was safe. It took John a shamefully long five seconds to understand what the protesting whirr of electronics by the door meant, and by then the panel had been forced aside and men in tactical assault gear poured into the crack.
John rolled up on a knee from his seat on the carpet, book in hand, mouth open for an outraged yell. Harry Potter saved his life, by taking the dart that had been meant for his chest right in the binding. "What the heck?!"
Noir shrugged at him, even as he directed men to surround the couch and its silly little fort with economical flicks of his fingers. "Don't bitch, that was just a sleeping drug."
John spluttered. "Just a -- oh, fuck you!"
"Be easier on everyone if you just admitted you're out of your fucking depth and let the alien go back into proper custody, but you won't do that without a goddamn yelling match. Tedious, let's bypass that. Sanders."
John flung the heavy volume in his hand. It hit the man taking aim at him in the head, hard enough to fling him off his feet. John didn't even watch to make sure he was down, because at this velocity, yes, he was, and he better be grateful his protective helmet meant he would only be a little concussed.
"I think maybe you've forgotten where you are," John said in the sudden silence, in what he felt was a remarkably calm and pleasant tone. "I don't think I'm out of my depth. I think maybe you are."
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Lone Wolf and Pilot
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He'd chosen the farthest unoccupied bunk, tucked all the way in the far corner -- they were on the first floor so the window would work as an emergency exit, and Duo could probably even use it as an emergency entry point, though getting Killer in through there would require more work than strictly necessary for a building they weren't supposed to infiltrate. He wasn't sure it'd be distance enough.
"Over there is the rec room, a couple of smaller offices in case you need to work without distractions -- you have your own laptop?"
"Mmh."
"Some of the men share the lower bunks with their brothers. Cramped, but..."
Duo snorted. "We used to share cardboard boxes. It'll do fine."
Wufei shifted his weight a little, a flicker of embarrassment that Duo guessed at more than he truly read in his stone face.
"So where's your bunk?"
"Maxwell, I'm an officer." Faint smirk. "I rate a single."
Duo grimaced at him. "I'm not calling you sir, that'd be way too fucking weird."
Wufei shrugged.
"Okay, good! I know where to sleep and where to find food and all those fun curfew hours and other regulations." He parked his butt on a convenient rung and crossed his arms, stared at Wufei who still stood at the foot of the bed like he had nothing better to do with his day than hang out. "Awesome. Totally something I couldn't have figured out from a couple flyers, too. Now tell me about that other shoe you're waiting to drop on me, yeah?"
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Garden
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Of course when Jadesis goes skipping off to that big bad door your palebro sighs and drags himself up, too, on account of he couldn't live with himself if she got herself crisped and he wasn't right there to get all up and crisped with, trying to get her back inside this rad shelter in time. Aw man. You were enjoying the cuddles. He's such a toasty-warm little motherfucker, and you're fine being stone-in-the-shade-cool your own self but it feels so, so nice to have your hands all up on someone who isn't. Like, right up the back of their shirt, making them squeak and wriggle and be so warm all over you.
You bet Tavros would be real warm, too. Or your most excellent Time-sister. Or the humans, they run hot like any rustblood ever, only your palebro runs hotter. You wonder if Strider would make a sound if you ghosted your hand up his spine and sank your claws in, left slices all down his back for warm little rivulets of glorious, repulsing red to run down and gild your arm like profane tear tracks on some martyr's face.
"--can do it, okay!"
"No, I can -- I don't need--"
You're on your feet and stepping over all manners of legs and piles on your way to the door, like some obstacle course where the murderpits are made of people. You vaguely consider flopping down onto Solbro, since he up and went to the trouble of making up a clever trap with his pointy knees, only then Karkat starts flailing at Jade-sis and she's all thwapping at his hands like they're naughty barkbeasts all up and getting into her food block trying to lick up her pie, and that shit ain't good for barkbeasts. The thwaps are not good for your palebro's hands either.
"Hey there," you say, and reach right between them with a hand so you can flip up the bar that waits, right there on the door being all 'sorry my fleshbrother, you're not going out today' at you. You know it's the bar's job and you respect that, but you're not letting a bar boss you around either. Your palebro wants out, he gets out is all.
Jade and Karkat make faces at you. You scratch your head and shrug.
"Tell me again how heavy that bar was?" she asks your palebro.
"Too heavy for your scrawny little human arms, and that's still a thing that's true," Karkat replies, face all pouty and scrunched up.
"Oh yeah," you confirm absently, and move it up and down against the wall a couple times to test your grip. "You too, bro. All nice and thick like this, would make a right loud splash dropping on someone's thinkpan." Hmm. "... Balance's all wrong, though."
You don't have your full understanding on about why Karkat's hand is all of a sudden all up and papping at your face, but it's nice, so you lean in and purr a bit.
"... Um, guys. Not that you're not cute and all, but can I open the door now?"
Jade is all up and waiting with her little foot tap-tapping and hands on her fine hips, but when Karkat pushes you off all flustered she just goes and grins, and then she pulls out some miracle shades out of her sylladex and plops them on her nose.
Her teeth are wide and cutting and so, so white like this.
"Ready to go, Captain Vantas! Open the hatch!"
"Figures you'd have this ass-backward understanding of how chains of command work," Karkat mutters, though you can tell he kind of likes it, that being a captain business. He goes "Cover your eyes everybody!" and now you're pretty sure everyone who wasn't awake yet is awake, blinking their eyes open right when they oughta get their listen on. You laugh, but you help Karkat open the door, only you guess it went and became a hatch instead but you're not sure of the difference but seriously it's all cool with you.
People yelp and dive headfirst in piles when the light gets in; you're hidden behind the door but you squint anyway, your ganderbulbs feel all tight and unhappy. Jade tosses her hair like she's a musclebeast and that's her totally fly mane, and she strolls out like it ain't no thing. You wait for her to burn.
TOTAL: 22 611 words.
Holy wow.
So little of it is teamwork I am crazy ashamed. .___. It's all Battlefield Terra, feels like.
BUT ANYWAY.
POSTED:
-Teamwork - POV switch meme, Sakura during the fight VS Itachi and Kisame (518 words)
-Homestuck: Battlefield Terra, chapters 1&2 (14 370 words)
IN PROGRESS:
-Teamwork 3 (135 words) .__.;;;
-Homestuck: Battlefield Terra chapter 3 (4 513 words)
-GW: Lone Wolf and Pilot (808 words, 300 of which I ended up trashing)
-Homestuck: Back fo the Garden (2 279 words)
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teamwork 3
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"Haruno-san," her enemy greeted her.
She nodded back -- no reason not to be polite right back -- as she scanned him. Taller than she was, gangly; he'd have more reach to start with, and then there was how he wore the same kind of face paint as Kankuro, though the patterns were different. A puppeteer, then. This was going to be seriously tricky.
"I don't think you ever really noticed me," he said, a hand brushing his pocket almost casually. "I drew guard rotation a couple of times while you were making use of the training fields, back in Suna."
A little smile.
Oh, he was good. Damn. I know how you fight, and you don't know how I do.
So she did something she usually didn't do; she threw herself into attacking first.
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Battlefield Terra
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It was home; it was safe. It took John a shamefully long five seconds to understand what the protesting whirr of electronics by the door meant, and by then the panel had been forced aside and men in tactical assault gear poured into the crack.
John rolled up on a knee from his seat on the carpet, book in hand, mouth open for an outraged yell. Harry Potter saved his life, by taking the dart that had been meant for his chest right in the binding. "What the heck?!"
Noir shrugged at him, even as he directed men to surround the couch and its silly little fort with economical flicks of his fingers. "Don't bitch, that was just a sleeping drug."
John spluttered. "Just a -- oh, fuck you!"
"Be easier on everyone if you just admitted you're out of your fucking depth and let the alien go back into proper custody, but you won't do that without a goddamn yelling match. Tedious, let's bypass that. Sanders."
John flung the heavy volume in his hand. It hit the man taking aim at him in the head, hard enough to fling him off his feet. John didn't even watch to make sure he was down, because at this velocity, yes, he was, and he better be grateful his protective helmet meant he would only be a little concussed.
"I think maybe you've forgotten where you are," John said in the sudden silence, in what he felt was a remarkably calm and pleasant tone. "I don't think I'm out of my depth. I think maybe you are."
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Lone Wolf and Pilot
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He'd chosen the farthest unoccupied bunk, tucked all the way in the far corner -- they were on the first floor so the window would work as an emergency exit, and Duo could probably even use it as an emergency entry point, though getting Killer in through there would require more work than strictly necessary for a building they weren't supposed to infiltrate. He wasn't sure it'd be distance enough.
"Over there is the rec room, a couple of smaller offices in case you need to work without distractions -- you have your own laptop?"
"Mmh."
"Some of the men share the lower bunks with their brothers. Cramped, but..."
Duo snorted. "We used to share cardboard boxes. It'll do fine."
Wufei shifted his weight a little, a flicker of embarrassment that Duo guessed at more than he truly read in his stone face.
"So where's your bunk?"
"Maxwell, I'm an officer." Faint smirk. "I rate a single."
Duo grimaced at him. "I'm not calling you sir, that'd be way too fucking weird."
Wufei shrugged.
"Okay, good! I know where to sleep and where to find food and all those fun curfew hours and other regulations." He parked his butt on a convenient rung and crossed his arms, stared at Wufei who still stood at the foot of the bed like he had nothing better to do with his day than hang out. "Awesome. Totally something I couldn't have figured out from a couple flyers, too. Now tell me about that other shoe you're waiting to drop on me, yeah?"
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Garden
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Of course when Jadesis goes skipping off to that big bad door your palebro sighs and drags himself up, too, on account of he couldn't live with himself if she got herself crisped and he wasn't right there to get all up and crisped with, trying to get her back inside this rad shelter in time. Aw man. You were enjoying the cuddles. He's such a toasty-warm little motherfucker, and you're fine being stone-in-the-shade-cool your own self but it feels so, so nice to have your hands all up on someone who isn't. Like, right up the back of their shirt, making them squeak and wriggle and be so warm all over you.
You bet Tavros would be real warm, too. Or your most excellent Time-sister. Or the humans, they run hot like any rustblood ever, only your palebro runs hotter. You wonder if Strider would make a sound if you ghosted your hand up his spine and sank your claws in, left slices all down his back for warm little rivulets of glorious, repulsing red to run down and gild your arm like profane tear tracks on some martyr's face.
"--can do it, okay!"
"No, I can -- I don't need--"
You're on your feet and stepping over all manners of legs and piles on your way to the door, like some obstacle course where the murderpits are made of people. You vaguely consider flopping down onto Solbro, since he up and went to the trouble of making up a clever trap with his pointy knees, only then Karkat starts flailing at Jade-sis and she's all thwapping at his hands like they're naughty barkbeasts all up and getting into her food block trying to lick up her pie, and that shit ain't good for barkbeasts. The thwaps are not good for your palebro's hands either.
"Hey there," you say, and reach right between them with a hand so you can flip up the bar that waits, right there on the door being all 'sorry my fleshbrother, you're not going out today' at you. You know it's the bar's job and you respect that, but you're not letting a bar boss you around either. Your palebro wants out, he gets out is all.
Jade and Karkat make faces at you. You scratch your head and shrug.
"Tell me again how heavy that bar was?" she asks your palebro.
"Too heavy for your scrawny little human arms, and that's still a thing that's true," Karkat replies, face all pouty and scrunched up.
"Oh yeah," you confirm absently, and move it up and down against the wall a couple times to test your grip. "You too, bro. All nice and thick like this, would make a right loud splash dropping on someone's thinkpan." Hmm. "... Balance's all wrong, though."
You don't have your full understanding on about why Karkat's hand is all of a sudden all up and papping at your face, but it's nice, so you lean in and purr a bit.
"... Um, guys. Not that you're not cute and all, but can I open the door now?"
Jade is all up and waiting with her little foot tap-tapping and hands on her fine hips, but when Karkat pushes you off all flustered she just goes and grins, and then she pulls out some miracle shades out of her sylladex and plops them on her nose.
Her teeth are wide and cutting and so, so white like this.
"Ready to go, Captain Vantas! Open the hatch!"
"Figures you'd have this ass-backward understanding of how chains of command work," Karkat mutters, though you can tell he kind of likes it, that being a captain business. He goes "Cover your eyes everybody!" and now you're pretty sure everyone who wasn't awake yet is awake, blinking their eyes open right when they oughta get their listen on. You laugh, but you help Karkat open the door, only you guess it went and became a hatch instead but you're not sure of the difference but seriously it's all cool with you.
People yelp and dive headfirst in piles when the light gets in; you're hidden behind the door but you squint anyway, your ganderbulbs feel all tight and unhappy. Jade tosses her hair like she's a musclebeast and that's her totally fly mane, and she strolls out like it ain't no thing. You wait for her to burn.
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You don't have your full understanding on about why Karkat's hand is all of a sudden all up and papping at your face, but it's nice, so you lean in and purr a bit.
Hehe, I love this. x3 I can just hear Karkat's thoughts. "OH GOD HE'S TESTING A WEAPON MUST CALM *pap pap pap pap*"
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And murdered his whole family. Then planned to have Sasuke enslaved.
I have a fanwank theory that Kishimoto might bring him back to life permanently with the whole Edo Tensei stuff. Makes little sense, but I feel like Kishimoto wants the happy sunshine everything perfect ending.
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Gamzee is the best murderclown. That is all. :-D
I like how uncomfortable Duo is, and how that comes through in little ways like scoping the emergency exits and his blunt assessment that Wufei is hiding bad things instead of just being friendly and helpful. (Which is obvious, of course, since Wufei being friendly and helpful does not compute, but I like how Duo just flat-out asks what the catch is.)
I really like the Battlefield Terra excerpt, with John being all, "why yes, yes I am in fact a genetically engineered killing machine, how silly of you to forget that," despite the shock of Noir and the soldiers breaking in to his safe retreat. Operation Defend Karkat, go go go!
Nice psychological manipulation on the part of Sakura's opponent. I like how she notes and respects that -- it's the sort of thing she would note, analyze, and respect. And now I want to see her smear him into the ground, because she's just that awesome. :-D
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:D re:sakura, I certainly hope she'll come off awesome ... whenever i finally manage to write that scene aaaaa. But yeah. Stupid plot, the pacing is all awkward.
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I've resisted reading Homestuck for years because it seemed so impenetrable, but you cracked me. I'm not even sorry #yolo
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Did you have a good time? ^____^
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Plus, very rarely will I say a work has changed my life, but I suspect that once you start thinking with the quadrant romance system, you don't stop. Maybe I'm just saying that because it's so shiny and new, but honestly it's damn useful. I'm already finding moirallegiences and kismessitude all over human media! (Sherlock Holmes Dr Watson, anyone? Perhaps Harry Potter ♠ Draco Malfoy?)
Furthermore I totally raided AO3 for every John/Karkat fic it holds and it's absolutely your fault I ship them hahaha
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Slotting everything into quadrants is a habit that never goes away, alas.Well, it hasn't yet so far. XD Cloud/Sephiroth are kismeses forever~ And Zack was totes Cloud's moirail. Waugh. ;__; (and of course HP ♠ DM. Duh. Duh.)
BWAHAHA i take the blame gladly. >D It's sad Johnkat has been losing popularity in favor of johndave. *sadfaces* if it'd stayed the fandom otp think of all the awesome we'd still be getting. ;__; i mean we're already getting a LOT ot if, but it's NEVER ENOUGH, which I think anyone from any fandom thinks anyway. XD;;
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my favoritethe definitive example of kismesis, lol. And I'm totally not admitting that your comment made me try to map out FFVII quadrants, no way.Naruto/Sasuke also: flips between flushing and caliginous? Sasuke♠NarutoSakura? I'd say the Teamwork team 7 is almost settled into the ashen quadrant, well plus sexytimes of course.
Okay this comment is getting embarrassingly geeky so I'm gonna take my ridiculous(ly complicated) FF7 quadrants map and go reread Restore. Unashamed!
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In complete agreement with Duo. Wufei isn't really the type to show someone around like that when they are perfectly capable of figuring shit out on their own. Looking forward to hearing what the 'other shoe' is XD
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I'll show what the other shoe is as soon as I have it properly defined! um. yeah. XD nah, i have ideas, they just won't gel properly. *kicks Wufei a bit*
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/logic and proper reviews when it isn't 4am.
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B-but-but the wonders of the internet! ;A;
Okay proper review (/coughbabbling) time go!
Oh sakura. ;A;
Presumably she's been mostly training to counteract Sasuke's strategies (though, then again, this is Sakura who thinks about other things) so then maybe not.
Ffflrglrgrlr I want to see what happens! /gnaws/ I also may possibly have just re-read all of teamwork. uAu;;;;;
I love how John doesn't swear - 'heck' but then when it's Jack Noir he DOES! Also I love how your Jack Noir is so much. ewe
And how theyre all - oh, bubbly obnoxious john kid but then BOOM he is also genertically engineered supersoldier! 8D
I don't know enough about the characters (guh, must set aside time to watch that..) to make smart comments about Lone wolf (of course not that my other comments are particularly SMART but hey...relativity) but eeeeeeeee<3~
And I have way, way too many feelings about the whole Gamzee thing. Hence why last time it was the only thing I mentiond 8D;
How just. nngh. and then. argh.
Articulate: fail.
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BED. IN TIME. >:( *she says, while somehow avoiding bursting into flames re: hypocrisy*)
Sakura's been training against both Naruto and Sasuke, since she didn't know which of the two she would draw. :3
XD I might have to edit the swear a bit, i'm not sure it feels 100% John, but hey, I suppose in that situation everyone would be "WTF???" so it can still pass. I'll just keep my eyes open in case anything better pops up.
XD pfff. ♥
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Hm. The bit with Duo seems more like it's leading into something, but alas, there is that cliffhanger...on a snippet. Cruel, that you are. I like that about you. :D
oooh, ooooooh John. I just love how people forget who and what he is ninety percent of the time. Even Jack, who really should know better. Him getting all serious just....totally has the wrong reaction in me. Wanna hug him until his little enhanced eyes pop.
Yeeeees. Gamzee pov is so awesome. I think my favorite line is Urrgh. Too perfect. Creepy violent thoughts edging in on his thoughts and constantly riding the surface of his awareness... If that's what you were intending then you did it. Oh, and blew my mind, but that was just a side effect.
I'm really liking the way he has a kind of almost sensual awareness of of everyone, but without any really deep intent. It's like in a certain sense he sees everyone as beautiful. His description/view of Jade was something else. Like she's this warrior goddess he respects and admires. The way he's baseline not even heart blipping on the monitor expecting her to die is also interesting. Borderline socipath, but interesting. Pretty sure the admiration of violence and fierceness is trollish/highblood stuff, but the way he doesn't feel much of anything thinking about allies dying... Is that because he's not really close to Jade, or because she's human or is Gamzee broken even by troll standards?
/end spraying joy all over you.
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Writing Gamzee is SO FUN (when he lets me juggle his weirdo syntax properly! DX) He likes everyone, but he pretty much only loves a select few, and if he has to kill one of the people he likes he'll be bummed about it for a little while but that's about it. But when someone reaches him they reach him pretty deeply, which is why he'd break the sky in two for Tavros or Karkat. (probably for Dave if anything does develop between them but idk if i want to go that way, it'd be kinda onesided. >___>) (he's okay with Jade and he thinks she's fun, but even after three years she's not one of his people. Partly because she's not a troll, and partly because they never had a reason to get close, she keeps to the other humans and Feferi, and partly because Karkat likes her a bit too much and she seems to like him back but sort of in a PALE way??, which is no no no. XD) Also, yeah, highblood instincts for violence, and he's very present in his body, delights in his senses and what he can do with it (acrobatic stuff mostly, bendy as fuck and really well coordinated and amazing reflexes).
Basically, behind his pleasant haze of aimless friendliness, Gamzee is really an apex predator.
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His thinking of people like TV series kind of devolved into oh god, what if he's in on Nepeta's shipping wall? Gah. Are you still having trouble with pairings or is writing it out helping you sort things?
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