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Monthly Word Count - July
Holy fuck.
35 852 WORDS. I... I feel faint.
POSTED
-Homestuck: awake at night (Oneshot, Karkat<>Gamzee, Dad Egbert) (4 041 words)
-Battlefield Terra Prequel -- The One Where Bro And Noir Hatefuck. (4 356 words)
-Battlefield Terra chapter 5 (5 435 words)
-Sunlight, part 1 of sunlightverse (6 165 words)
-Remember the Spring, part 2 of sunlightverse (3 228 words)
-Copycats!!, part 3 of sunlightverse (1 247 words)
I also posted a bit of Lone Wolf and Pilot chapter 2 to encourage myself to write more, but it was written a while ago.
WORKS IN PROGRESS
-A dub/noncon karkat gangbang porn thing w/ culture clash and language barrier yes I know I have a thing (7 583 words)
-Alternate "Awake at night" where Dadbert turns out not to be such an upstanding man (yup, porn thing) (632 words)
-Adorable John/Jade/Karkat romantic comedy (444 words)
-Back to the Garden potential scene where Karkat And Jade Kiss Everyone. I Mean Everyone. (363 words)
-GUNDAM WING: Lone Wolf and Pilot (1 644 words)
-TEAMWORK HOLY WOW!!! Sakura POV (... only 465 words but still!)
And uh
-a totally gratuitious and not that smart Heero & Duo pesterlog. .__. (249 words)
(i want to write pesterlogs for all my fandoms now aaahhh i want to figure out their screennames and the way they type and EVERYTHING. aaaaahhh. please do not let me meme!)
GW: Most pointless Pesterlog Award goes to...!
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-- jollyReaper [JR] took a potshot at nullOnliest [NO] --
JR: hey buddy hows it hangin!!
JR: noooot very swingingly cause spandex is pretty cuddly yeah i can guess but *thats an expression*
JR: not that i spend a lotta time thinking about ur junk in particular its just that trainwreck u call a wardrobe
JR: yoho i can see u typing jsyk
JR: i can do that allll day
JR: ur waiting for me 2 go away but i never will
JR: like ever
JR: only one thing can banish me......!!
JR: its...
JR: ... iiiits...
JR: ur sposed 2 *ask* but nvm
JR: im gonna tell u for free!!
JR: u haveta...
NO: Entertain you.
NO: Very cost-inefficient solution.
-- nullOnliest [NO] has blocked jollyReaper [JR] ! --
-- jollyReaper [JR] has hacked his way back in! --
JR: what the hell was that XD XD XD what the fuck were u tryin 2 do man it lasted like five minutes!!
NO: It kept you occupied five minutes.
NO: All I needed.
-- nullOnliest [NO] has banned jollyReaper [JR] from the server! --
JR: woohoo ten minutes this time!! !!
-- nullOnliest [NO] has detonated jollyReaper [JR]'s computer! --
JR: aaaaand BACK FROM THE DEAD!!
JR: if u thought i was using my main laptop on u......
NO: Yes, I thought so. Didn't you?
JR: ...... oh fuck u u hooked me w/ a bot.
JR: im gonna teach it 2 swear
JR: or cry
JR: or both
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Teamwork - Sakura
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(Smoke bombs? She kept trying to herd him in her growing net of razor wires but he kept slicing through them with irritating ease. A shadow clone to help her would just about ruin her chakra supply for the next matches, if she managed the jutsu at all. Naruto made them look so easy, she didn't get it.)
(Or she could...)
She pulled out a kunai, reverse-hold, and threw herself at him again. On the first pass she managed to slice through some hanging cloth, fluttering from his waist.
On the second he touched her, fingers trailing so light they only ruffled the duvet on her arm, didn't even really touch her skin directly.
She kept going anyway, bracing for the attack but pretending she wasn't, punch, kick, and nothing was going on, nothing hurt, no genjutsu was --
He jumped to the side and something jarred her arm and her heel skidded on bare stone. She fell on her thigh, rolled, but he'd already regained the distance lost. He was smirking.
Sakura came to a stop, crouching and watching him, eyes narrowed. Something invisible had shoved her. Something physical; it wasn't a genjutsu, she would have been able to tell, nothing had blurred; her body was the one who'd moved. Something had moved her, and he was using the time she took to think to bring out those scrolls she hadn't left him any time to ooooh puppeteer!
This deserved a slap to her own forehead -- the adrenaline high had gotten to her brain, it wasn't possible otherwise -- but she'd do that later; right now two wooden monstrosities were pouncing at her and aw, damn it. How to fight a puppeteer, how to fight a puppeteer, she'd seen Kankuro-san train in Suna, what had she figured out? -- yes, alright, apart from "don't leave him time to bring out his puppets," very useful, that one.
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Gundam Wing - Lone Wolf and Pilot
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"How old is Killer?"
"Urr. Lemme math it up. Eleven? Yeah. Almost twelve. Wow, he's even older than Glen." And not even half as well-socialized. Duo repressed a wince, thinking about it. No doubt Kushrenada had bonded during his last years of flight officer training, seventeen or so...
"... How old are you?"
Aw, damn it. Time for another bright bullshitting grin. "Legal in Europe! What else matters?"
Wangai threw a meaningful look at the other woman, though Duo had no idea what it meant; it seemed to be a little charged anyway because after a few seconds of staring at each other Dagher gave a low throaty laugh and flicked her hand as if to say 'it's dropped, it's dropped already.'
And then she asked what was so visible she thought was a safer question. "So where did you and Killer meet, then?" Duo couldn't help laughing at that one. Oh hell.
"God. My old man used to tell me never to ever let anyone know, or they'd have their brothers eat me alive." Okay, disclaimer disclaimed, and now a harmless wincing look... "Uh. Alright. Here goes. One of my friends wanted to make himself a name as a burglar, broke into the local base and stole him right off his mom's bed."
Horrified silence. Pretty much what he'd expected. That'd be pretty much child kidnapping for a pack.
"... So... how many pieces she chewed him up into?" Benziane asked. Smoke's ears were up in alert and he was staring at Duo like he was wondering what the fuck; it was a remarkably human look. Maybe because he was old, they'd been bonded a while. "Because I have to say, stealing a she-wolf's nursing cub, that counts as wolf-assisted suicide, legally speaking. I'm not kidding."
"No pieces, but we had to hide in the sewers for like over two weeks before she gave up." He'd been planning to wince, look ashamed, only Wangai and Makisig looked so horrified he just couldn't help it. He let his slums drawl swamp his voice, eyes hooded, grin cheerful. "And then he was like, 'the fuck do we do with that? Oh well, it's meat.'"
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Homestuck - Garden
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==> Karkat: Make out with everyone.
==> Everyone.
You kind of sort of like everyone right now. You're pretty sure it's the beer talking.
It's dark enough to blind past the glow of the campfire; the amethyst and rainbow-drinker moons have both fucked off into the night about a hour ago. You're in the middle of dark, creepy woods full of huge and/or venomous but always hungry animals, and half of your potential escape routes end up over a truly outrageous drop to jagged tusks of rock and the hungry sea, and you don't even mind.
You officially have a home. Even if you still all have to share, it's solid, it's not sun-cloak cloth tented between branches, it has walls that Equius would have to work at a bit hard to knock down and floor space enough to spread out, and even a bathtub. It's a real hive, and it's yours.
Granted you have to go get your water at the river yourself, so far, and using pails for it makes you feel utterly depraved, especially when it sloshes out on your legs and Dave starts blathering on about sleazy water bukkake.
... Okay, not even a nice beer buzz can make you actively like Dave.
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Homestuck - johnjadekat romcom
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Mortal terror, mind-numbing boredom, and utter rage at the stupidity of the universe were pretty much universal constant for Karkat Vantas; the only truly exciting time in Karkat's life had been when he turned seven sweeps, because that was the day he got the globes to wrap himself up in inadequately sun-blocking rags, leave his hive for the first time in sweeps, and sneak his way to the Human embassy to request asylum, and even the hope and awe at his own daring actions had been choked through with pants-pissing panic -- especially when one of the guards' dire howlbeast lusus woke early and chased him through the last street.
Nowadays it was mostly boredom and rage. Though the rage had that forced, rehearsed feel to it which he pretended didn't come from being used as a smokescreen for the boredom.
(And the loneliness. Karkat did not think about the loneliness. He'd been alone ever since his lusus died. He was solitary, that was all. All the most badass heroes were solitary. There was a difference.)
But anyway. Terror, boredom and rage. He'd managed to stay irritated at Sollux who was his only friend but never wanted to hang out outside of class, and at the History of Earthian Space Age TA who'd lost part of his latest paper, and at the people in the subway just for breathing his air and looking askance at his lack of scary serrated troll rack, but the streets were emptying at this late hour and there was nothing much to be angry at; it was just depressing, walking down shitty streets toward his shitty tiny apartment which cost him way too much for what it was but he'd been too late to get a room on campus and fuck his life.
Boredom it was. (Loneliness.)
Until a lusus-white howlbeast burst out of a side street and threw itself at him.
Karkat had never run so fast in ... however many sweeps it had been since his last encounter with a howlbeast, holy shit, and this time there was no embassy!
(HI BEC. XD)
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Karkat gangbang! (it's a whoops in heat thing. XD; JohnDirkDaveJake/Karkat pretty much, because I'm evil, but of course the first five to seven pages turned out to be setup and not porn. XD)
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The wind didn't whistle through the canyons so much as sing, a chorus of husky, sharp-edged, endless notes.
No other noise, now that his little ship had powered down. He stood by the hatch and looked around the mesa. Bare rock as far as the eye could see, streaked with iron-rust under a blood-teal sky. Canyons and spires of stone and precariously balanced boulders, a few of them gently swinging in the wind, threatening to fall but never quite getting that far. He squinted as a cold, sharp gust danced around his ship, ruffled his hair, threw his bangs in his face.
The world looked so empty. He'd read the data, knew what "outside the oceans, no flora or fauna apart from some lichen" meant, but he hadn't know what it would look or feel like. After crowded troop transports or the close quarters of a city-ship's low-caste corridors all that space was dizzying.
"What the fuck," he growled under his breath, gave himself a shake, "I was living on-planet only last sweep, I'm not developing agoraphobia now."
His voice came out weird, swallowed like a stone by a pond that didn't have the decency of letting it make a splash first. The wind kept singing its eerie song.
Argh. Okay. Choices were, go explore the canyons, where the wind might be hindered some, maybe find himself a cave to spend the next few days, or go back inside the ship to wait it out.
With his luck he'd get incoherent enough to disregard that he wasn't in a state to pilot and needy enough to forget why going back was a really bad idea, even if -- and it was a big if -- he could do it without smearing himself on the nearest asteroid. With a sigh, he pulled a backpack out of the hatch and sealed himself out of its safe, non-windy warmth.
Alright. Now... water. The nearest river wasn't too far, maybe a hour away. He pulled out his tactical map-reader, checked it a last time, tightened the pack's straps, and started for the edge of the mesa.
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Down there in the canyons he felt deaf, though he could still hear the wind far overhead, muted. The clatter of loose stones under his feet was unnaturally loud by contrast. Caves abounded, but none that felt quite stable enough. Some lichen in the shadowed corners, that he didn't touch in case they happened to be poisonous or acidic somehow, striated bands of different rocks which he would have loved if he gave half a shit about geology... "I'm a soldier, what do I care."
The only response to his startlingly loud whisper was more wind, tinny and high-pitched.
He kicked a rock for no reason, jumped over the hand-wide stream to get to the other bank, such as it was. "That silence is going to drive me bugfuck crazy."
If he didn't go crazy first for other reasons. Talking to himself seemed like the lesser evil of the three.
"It feels like a horror movie. In Which A Stupid Lowblood Decides To Explore An Eerie Place Instead Of Following His Bloodpusher And Getting The Fuck Out, And Gets His Ass Slaughtered In A Gruesome And Improbable Way -- shit, that could be any out of three hundred titles."
He splashed through a puddle, clambered his way over a fallen spire of rock. The canyon twisted sharply next, but also seemed to widen some. Maybe he'd find that river.
"I bet there's undiscovered native fauna. It was hibernating but the presence of above-room-temperature flesh woke them from their slumber and now they're converging on my trail. Oh, or a couple or subjugglators stalked me out here to spice up their caliginous courtship with mutant sport. Or--"
The only reason he dodged in time was that, thinking of subjugglators, he'd had the old, old thought that prey in horromance never seemed to look up.
Two black shapes, falling on him. He threw himself back, dodged under the bright swipe of a blade and overbalanced, rolled downslope; it would have hurt more but his backpack was full of clean clothes and pillows (he'd been planning on a pile, nice and soft and comforting, he'd been planning on not coming back gross and stinking like self-pailing.) He landed on gloved hands and padded knees and it smarted anyway.
Shadow people throwing themselves down the slope after him, loose stones scattering under their heels, night-black bodies and blades that seemed to flicker between silver-bright and invisible, and no faces to be seen.
He'd never run so fast in his life, not even on flat ground. He leapt over boulders and raced on gravel and rebounded his way up narrowing canyon walls, he was a fucking shadowsassin. He couldn't stop, tripped and cut his elbow right through the flightsuit and what did he care, he was moving into a roll and back up, couldn't stop, justkeepmoving, keepmoving, gogogo. Canyons everywhere. He veered right into one, and left into the next, and all the caves looked shallow and there were footsteps out of synch with his own right past the corner, he couldn't hide, couldn't --
It was like getting broadsided by a communal transportation vehicle. All the air went out of him on impact, and for a second he didn't even know what the hell was going on, save that he couldn't tell where up and down were anymore.
Impact. The backpack took some of it. He tried to roll on the side. Couldn't. Weight on him. He kicked blindly, tried to fight-squirm his way out of the straps, free his arms. Black shape straddling him, smooth matte black for a face -- visor, it was a visor, they were --
The shadow man's fist came down.
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And the dubcon ending to awake at night D: (idk if i'll continue it and this is pretty much all I have from it.)
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There were a few seconds where nothing happened in which Karkat honestly thought, 'he doesn't have a clue why we're here'.
Dad Egbert just blinked slowly down at him, mild and blank-faced, unreadable, and Karkat's stomach sank even farther, with a different kind of shame. Here he was -- here Gamzee was -- coiled small and unchallenging as possible, terrified that they had waited too long to come settle their debt, and it would be just like the rest of his life if John's Ancestor-lusus was just as clueless, just as daft as his descendent.
The man's flannel-clad arm was still draped around his bare shoulders, friendly -- platonic, maybe even a little pale. Karkat had expected grabbing, he'd expected to be pushed down on his back, grabbed by the horns and shoved -- no, not shoved, the man was careful with his strength, but firmly guided -- down between the human's legs, he'd even expected being ejected summarily from the sleeping platform as the adult (oh god please no) went for Gamzee instead.
Instead there was that halfassed hug, that waiting. He couldn't stop trembling.
"You boys didn't want to make me wait any longer, hm," he mused, a little like he was surprised. (Pleased? Maybe a little pleased?) His other hand (so big) rose and found Gamzee's head and gave a pat, settled there between his horns.
"No sir," Karkat said, and Gamzee repeated a half-second later, nosir, sheepish and high-strung and it was always a bad idea to let Gamzee get too twitchy, he flipped from excitation into destructiveness too easily. But, pressed against the adult's flank, held in place, Karkat didn't dare reach across and pap his moirail's face; it felt presumptuous somehow. He hadn't been told he could move yet.
His nerves were going to break so spectacularly they'd find shrapnel halfway across the stupid planet if the adult didn't indicate soon which way he wanted them to --
A hand patted the back of his head, fitted there against the curve of his skull. Gamzee let out a tiny startled chrrt as the base of his horn was scritched.
Was it a prelude to hair-pulling, to some other kind of rough treatment? Eyes closed tight, he butted his cheek against the man's shoulder, rubbed a bit. No hands, claws were a threat even when not meant that way, and he wasn't sure how else to signal that he'd... he'd be... receptive?
That he wouldn't fight, anyway. That he appreciated the lack of pain so far, oh god what was he waiting for, Karkat was going to explode in frustration and gross curses and demands to know his intentions in a minute --
"... You're good boys. I am glad to hear that."
Oh thank fuck, approval, he wasn't angry, didn't feel slighted. (If he meant it.)
Another thoughtful hum. The hand left Karkat's head and a lamp at the side of the bed clicked on. Gamzee and Karkat both winced.
"Ah, my apologies," the adult said around a chuckle. "Humans have pretty poor night vision, I'm afraid, and I would much appreciate getting to see what we are working with."
The most unnerving about that man, Karkat had felt from the start, was the way he seemed to speak wholly in understated words and allusion and flat-out silences, only if you were no good at guessing games they were pretty much indistinguishable from no actual communication. There was no way to know, but to act on what you thought he meant, and risk his displeasure if you were wrong. He'd been quick to correct household rules mistakes, calm and apparently without lasting resentment, but who knew if he didn't keep track and there wasn't going to be a tab to pay.
35 852 WORDS. I... I feel faint.
POSTED
-Homestuck: awake at night (Oneshot, Karkat<>Gamzee, Dad Egbert) (4 041 words)
-Battlefield Terra Prequel -- The One Where Bro And Noir Hatefuck. (4 356 words)
-Battlefield Terra chapter 5 (5 435 words)
-Sunlight, part 1 of sunlightverse (6 165 words)
-Remember the Spring, part 2 of sunlightverse (3 228 words)
-Copycats!!, part 3 of sunlightverse (1 247 words)
I also posted a bit of Lone Wolf and Pilot chapter 2 to encourage myself to write more, but it was written a while ago.
WORKS IN PROGRESS
-A dub/noncon karkat gangbang porn thing w/ culture clash and language barrier yes I know I have a thing (7 583 words)
-Alternate "Awake at night" where Dadbert turns out not to be such an upstanding man (yup, porn thing) (632 words)
-Adorable John/Jade/Karkat romantic comedy (444 words)
-Back to the Garden potential scene where Karkat And Jade Kiss Everyone. I Mean Everyone. (363 words)
-GUNDAM WING: Lone Wolf and Pilot (1 644 words)
-TEAMWORK HOLY WOW!!! Sakura POV (... only 465 words but still!)
And uh
-a totally gratuitious and not that smart Heero & Duo pesterlog. .__. (249 words)
(i want to write pesterlogs for all my fandoms now aaahhh i want to figure out their screennames and the way they type and EVERYTHING. aaaaahhh. please do not let me meme!)
GW: Most pointless Pesterlog Award goes to...!
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-- jollyReaper [JR] took a potshot at nullOnliest [NO] --
JR: hey buddy hows it hangin!!
JR: noooot very swingingly cause spandex is pretty cuddly yeah i can guess but *thats an expression*
JR: not that i spend a lotta time thinking about ur junk in particular its just that trainwreck u call a wardrobe
JR: yoho i can see u typing jsyk
JR: i can do that allll day
JR: ur waiting for me 2 go away but i never will
JR: like ever
JR: only one thing can banish me......!!
JR: its...
JR: ... iiiits...
JR: ur sposed 2 *ask* but nvm
JR: im gonna tell u for free!!
JR: u haveta...
NO: Entertain you.
NO: Very cost-inefficient solution.
-- nullOnliest [NO] has blocked jollyReaper [JR] ! --
-- jollyReaper [JR] has hacked his way back in! --
JR: what the hell was that XD XD XD what the fuck were u tryin 2 do man it lasted like five minutes!!
NO: It kept you occupied five minutes.
NO: All I needed.
-- nullOnliest [NO] has banned jollyReaper [JR] from the server! --
JR: woohoo ten minutes this time!! !!
-- nullOnliest [NO] has detonated jollyReaper [JR]'s computer! --
JR: aaaaand BACK FROM THE DEAD!!
JR: if u thought i was using my main laptop on u......
NO: Yes, I thought so. Didn't you?
JR: ...... oh fuck u u hooked me w/ a bot.
JR: im gonna teach it 2 swear
JR: or cry
JR: or both
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Teamwork - Sakura
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(Smoke bombs? She kept trying to herd him in her growing net of razor wires but he kept slicing through them with irritating ease. A shadow clone to help her would just about ruin her chakra supply for the next matches, if she managed the jutsu at all. Naruto made them look so easy, she didn't get it.)
(Or she could...)
She pulled out a kunai, reverse-hold, and threw herself at him again. On the first pass she managed to slice through some hanging cloth, fluttering from his waist.
On the second he touched her, fingers trailing so light they only ruffled the duvet on her arm, didn't even really touch her skin directly.
She kept going anyway, bracing for the attack but pretending she wasn't, punch, kick, and nothing was going on, nothing hurt, no genjutsu was --
He jumped to the side and something jarred her arm and her heel skidded on bare stone. She fell on her thigh, rolled, but he'd already regained the distance lost. He was smirking.
Sakura came to a stop, crouching and watching him, eyes narrowed. Something invisible had shoved her. Something physical; it wasn't a genjutsu, she would have been able to tell, nothing had blurred; her body was the one who'd moved. Something had moved her, and he was using the time she took to think to bring out those scrolls she hadn't left him any time to ooooh puppeteer!
This deserved a slap to her own forehead -- the adrenaline high had gotten to her brain, it wasn't possible otherwise -- but she'd do that later; right now two wooden monstrosities were pouncing at her and aw, damn it. How to fight a puppeteer, how to fight a puppeteer, she'd seen Kankuro-san train in Suna, what had she figured out? -- yes, alright, apart from "don't leave him time to bring out his puppets," very useful, that one.
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Gundam Wing - Lone Wolf and Pilot
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"How old is Killer?"
"Urr. Lemme math it up. Eleven? Yeah. Almost twelve. Wow, he's even older than Glen." And not even half as well-socialized. Duo repressed a wince, thinking about it. No doubt Kushrenada had bonded during his last years of flight officer training, seventeen or so...
"... How old are you?"
Aw, damn it. Time for another bright bullshitting grin. "Legal in Europe! What else matters?"
Wangai threw a meaningful look at the other woman, though Duo had no idea what it meant; it seemed to be a little charged anyway because after a few seconds of staring at each other Dagher gave a low throaty laugh and flicked her hand as if to say 'it's dropped, it's dropped already.'
And then she asked what was so visible she thought was a safer question. "So where did you and Killer meet, then?" Duo couldn't help laughing at that one. Oh hell.
"God. My old man used to tell me never to ever let anyone know, or they'd have their brothers eat me alive." Okay, disclaimer disclaimed, and now a harmless wincing look... "Uh. Alright. Here goes. One of my friends wanted to make himself a name as a burglar, broke into the local base and stole him right off his mom's bed."
Horrified silence. Pretty much what he'd expected. That'd be pretty much child kidnapping for a pack.
"... So... how many pieces she chewed him up into?" Benziane asked. Smoke's ears were up in alert and he was staring at Duo like he was wondering what the fuck; it was a remarkably human look. Maybe because he was old, they'd been bonded a while. "Because I have to say, stealing a she-wolf's nursing cub, that counts as wolf-assisted suicide, legally speaking. I'm not kidding."
"No pieces, but we had to hide in the sewers for like over two weeks before she gave up." He'd been planning to wince, look ashamed, only Wangai and Makisig looked so horrified he just couldn't help it. He let his slums drawl swamp his voice, eyes hooded, grin cheerful. "And then he was like, 'the fuck do we do with that? Oh well, it's meat.'"
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Homestuck - Garden
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==> Karkat: Make out with everyone.
==> Everyone.
You kind of sort of like everyone right now. You're pretty sure it's the beer talking.
It's dark enough to blind past the glow of the campfire; the amethyst and rainbow-drinker moons have both fucked off into the night about a hour ago. You're in the middle of dark, creepy woods full of huge and/or venomous but always hungry animals, and half of your potential escape routes end up over a truly outrageous drop to jagged tusks of rock and the hungry sea, and you don't even mind.
You officially have a home. Even if you still all have to share, it's solid, it's not sun-cloak cloth tented between branches, it has walls that Equius would have to work at a bit hard to knock down and floor space enough to spread out, and even a bathtub. It's a real hive, and it's yours.
Granted you have to go get your water at the river yourself, so far, and using pails for it makes you feel utterly depraved, especially when it sloshes out on your legs and Dave starts blathering on about sleazy water bukkake.
... Okay, not even a nice beer buzz can make you actively like Dave.
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Homestuck - johnjadekat romcom
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Mortal terror, mind-numbing boredom, and utter rage at the stupidity of the universe were pretty much universal constant for Karkat Vantas; the only truly exciting time in Karkat's life had been when he turned seven sweeps, because that was the day he got the globes to wrap himself up in inadequately sun-blocking rags, leave his hive for the first time in sweeps, and sneak his way to the Human embassy to request asylum, and even the hope and awe at his own daring actions had been choked through with pants-pissing panic -- especially when one of the guards' dire howlbeast lusus woke early and chased him through the last street.
Nowadays it was mostly boredom and rage. Though the rage had that forced, rehearsed feel to it which he pretended didn't come from being used as a smokescreen for the boredom.
(And the loneliness. Karkat did not think about the loneliness. He'd been alone ever since his lusus died. He was solitary, that was all. All the most badass heroes were solitary. There was a difference.)
But anyway. Terror, boredom and rage. He'd managed to stay irritated at Sollux who was his only friend but never wanted to hang out outside of class, and at the History of Earthian Space Age TA who'd lost part of his latest paper, and at the people in the subway just for breathing his air and looking askance at his lack of scary serrated troll rack, but the streets were emptying at this late hour and there was nothing much to be angry at; it was just depressing, walking down shitty streets toward his shitty tiny apartment which cost him way too much for what it was but he'd been too late to get a room on campus and fuck his life.
Boredom it was. (Loneliness.)
Until a lusus-white howlbeast burst out of a side street and threw itself at him.
Karkat had never run so fast in ... however many sweeps it had been since his last encounter with a howlbeast, holy shit, and this time there was no embassy!
(HI BEC. XD)
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Karkat gangbang! (it's a whoops in heat thing. XD; JohnDirkDaveJake/Karkat pretty much, because I'm evil, but of course the first five to seven pages turned out to be setup and not porn. XD)
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The wind didn't whistle through the canyons so much as sing, a chorus of husky, sharp-edged, endless notes.
No other noise, now that his little ship had powered down. He stood by the hatch and looked around the mesa. Bare rock as far as the eye could see, streaked with iron-rust under a blood-teal sky. Canyons and spires of stone and precariously balanced boulders, a few of them gently swinging in the wind, threatening to fall but never quite getting that far. He squinted as a cold, sharp gust danced around his ship, ruffled his hair, threw his bangs in his face.
The world looked so empty. He'd read the data, knew what "outside the oceans, no flora or fauna apart from some lichen" meant, but he hadn't know what it would look or feel like. After crowded troop transports or the close quarters of a city-ship's low-caste corridors all that space was dizzying.
"What the fuck," he growled under his breath, gave himself a shake, "I was living on-planet only last sweep, I'm not developing agoraphobia now."
His voice came out weird, swallowed like a stone by a pond that didn't have the decency of letting it make a splash first. The wind kept singing its eerie song.
Argh. Okay. Choices were, go explore the canyons, where the wind might be hindered some, maybe find himself a cave to spend the next few days, or go back inside the ship to wait it out.
With his luck he'd get incoherent enough to disregard that he wasn't in a state to pilot and needy enough to forget why going back was a really bad idea, even if -- and it was a big if -- he could do it without smearing himself on the nearest asteroid. With a sigh, he pulled a backpack out of the hatch and sealed himself out of its safe, non-windy warmth.
Alright. Now... water. The nearest river wasn't too far, maybe a hour away. He pulled out his tactical map-reader, checked it a last time, tightened the pack's straps, and started for the edge of the mesa.
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Down there in the canyons he felt deaf, though he could still hear the wind far overhead, muted. The clatter of loose stones under his feet was unnaturally loud by contrast. Caves abounded, but none that felt quite stable enough. Some lichen in the shadowed corners, that he didn't touch in case they happened to be poisonous or acidic somehow, striated bands of different rocks which he would have loved if he gave half a shit about geology... "I'm a soldier, what do I care."
The only response to his startlingly loud whisper was more wind, tinny and high-pitched.
He kicked a rock for no reason, jumped over the hand-wide stream to get to the other bank, such as it was. "That silence is going to drive me bugfuck crazy."
If he didn't go crazy first for other reasons. Talking to himself seemed like the lesser evil of the three.
"It feels like a horror movie. In Which A Stupid Lowblood Decides To Explore An Eerie Place Instead Of Following His Bloodpusher And Getting The Fuck Out, And Gets His Ass Slaughtered In A Gruesome And Improbable Way -- shit, that could be any out of three hundred titles."
He splashed through a puddle, clambered his way over a fallen spire of rock. The canyon twisted sharply next, but also seemed to widen some. Maybe he'd find that river.
"I bet there's undiscovered native fauna. It was hibernating but the presence of above-room-temperature flesh woke them from their slumber and now they're converging on my trail. Oh, or a couple or subjugglators stalked me out here to spice up their caliginous courtship with mutant sport. Or--"
The only reason he dodged in time was that, thinking of subjugglators, he'd had the old, old thought that prey in horromance never seemed to look up.
Two black shapes, falling on him. He threw himself back, dodged under the bright swipe of a blade and overbalanced, rolled downslope; it would have hurt more but his backpack was full of clean clothes and pillows (he'd been planning on a pile, nice and soft and comforting, he'd been planning on not coming back gross and stinking like self-pailing.) He landed on gloved hands and padded knees and it smarted anyway.
Shadow people throwing themselves down the slope after him, loose stones scattering under their heels, night-black bodies and blades that seemed to flicker between silver-bright and invisible, and no faces to be seen.
He'd never run so fast in his life, not even on flat ground. He leapt over boulders and raced on gravel and rebounded his way up narrowing canyon walls, he was a fucking shadowsassin. He couldn't stop, tripped and cut his elbow right through the flightsuit and what did he care, he was moving into a roll and back up, couldn't stop, justkeepmoving, keepmoving, gogogo. Canyons everywhere. He veered right into one, and left into the next, and all the caves looked shallow and there were footsteps out of synch with his own right past the corner, he couldn't hide, couldn't --
It was like getting broadsided by a communal transportation vehicle. All the air went out of him on impact, and for a second he didn't even know what the hell was going on, save that he couldn't tell where up and down were anymore.
Impact. The backpack took some of it. He tried to roll on the side. Couldn't. Weight on him. He kicked blindly, tried to fight-squirm his way out of the straps, free his arms. Black shape straddling him, smooth matte black for a face -- visor, it was a visor, they were --
The shadow man's fist came down.
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And the dubcon ending to awake at night D: (idk if i'll continue it and this is pretty much all I have from it.)
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There were a few seconds where nothing happened in which Karkat honestly thought, 'he doesn't have a clue why we're here'.
Dad Egbert just blinked slowly down at him, mild and blank-faced, unreadable, and Karkat's stomach sank even farther, with a different kind of shame. Here he was -- here Gamzee was -- coiled small and unchallenging as possible, terrified that they had waited too long to come settle their debt, and it would be just like the rest of his life if John's Ancestor-lusus was just as clueless, just as daft as his descendent.
The man's flannel-clad arm was still draped around his bare shoulders, friendly -- platonic, maybe even a little pale. Karkat had expected grabbing, he'd expected to be pushed down on his back, grabbed by the horns and shoved -- no, not shoved, the man was careful with his strength, but firmly guided -- down between the human's legs, he'd even expected being ejected summarily from the sleeping platform as the adult (oh god please no) went for Gamzee instead.
Instead there was that halfassed hug, that waiting. He couldn't stop trembling.
"You boys didn't want to make me wait any longer, hm," he mused, a little like he was surprised. (Pleased? Maybe a little pleased?) His other hand (so big) rose and found Gamzee's head and gave a pat, settled there between his horns.
"No sir," Karkat said, and Gamzee repeated a half-second later, nosir, sheepish and high-strung and it was always a bad idea to let Gamzee get too twitchy, he flipped from excitation into destructiveness too easily. But, pressed against the adult's flank, held in place, Karkat didn't dare reach across and pap his moirail's face; it felt presumptuous somehow. He hadn't been told he could move yet.
His nerves were going to break so spectacularly they'd find shrapnel halfway across the stupid planet if the adult didn't indicate soon which way he wanted them to --
A hand patted the back of his head, fitted there against the curve of his skull. Gamzee let out a tiny startled chrrt as the base of his horn was scritched.
Was it a prelude to hair-pulling, to some other kind of rough treatment? Eyes closed tight, he butted his cheek against the man's shoulder, rubbed a bit. No hands, claws were a threat even when not meant that way, and he wasn't sure how else to signal that he'd... he'd be... receptive?
That he wouldn't fight, anyway. That he appreciated the lack of pain so far, oh god what was he waiting for, Karkat was going to explode in frustration and gross curses and demands to know his intentions in a minute --
"... You're good boys. I am glad to hear that."
Oh thank fuck, approval, he wasn't angry, didn't feel slighted. (If he meant it.)
Another thoughtful hum. The hand left Karkat's head and a lamp at the side of the bed clicked on. Gamzee and Karkat both winced.
"Ah, my apologies," the adult said around a chuckle. "Humans have pretty poor night vision, I'm afraid, and I would much appreciate getting to see what we are working with."
The most unnerving about that man, Karkat had felt from the start, was the way he seemed to speak wholly in understated words and allusion and flat-out silences, only if you were no good at guessing games they were pretty much indistinguishable from no actual communication. There was no way to know, but to act on what you thought he meant, and risk his displeasure if you were wrong. He'd been quick to correct household rules mistakes, calm and apparently without lasting resentment, but who knew if he didn't keep track and there wasn't going to be a tab to pay.
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Man, these are some great teasers. I keep flipping between glee and horror (esp. horror on that last one. Eeeeep. How does that make me D: more than the gangbang one oh no wait that's because I am in fact a dirty pervert).
Hope the words keep flowing for you!
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Now I just have to manage a chapter of Teamwork and one of Restore! ... welp.
Yeeeah, I get the same different reactions to both the pornthings. the gangbang one is all between adults? The one with the pseudo-good father using his position to use teenagers and make them believe they're getting a good deal is way more emotionally skeevy. I mean, gangbang = prrrrobably traumatic but at least there was no breach of trust or perverting the social contract. D:
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Adorable John/Jade/Karkat romantic comedy
Argh yes this is great so far.
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Win, so much epic win.
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XD Could have been! (man i need to go back to that fic some day...)
re: quiet thing, you mean for the bad ending with Dad? hm. that one was definitely played up for laughs. Eh, I don't know that i'll ever be in the mood to go back to that one. It's a rather special mindset. >_>;;;;
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-01 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)"in heat" is the oldest porn-trope out there, and yet i keep staring at the dirk/jake/john/dave thing and, considering your magical characterization skills, what comes up is just really interesting. also hot. plus, there's something about karkat that makes him a really interesting orgy participant.
and then there's the alone at night rewrite. first off, that fic gave me ALL of the parenting feels, which was not even a thing before. seeing Paul's character so drastically altered is fascinating, and I do wonder just how he plans to go about sexing up two aliens. also "watching eachother get pailed by an adult" never left my mind. am very curious about how Karkat'd deal with having his moirail see him enjoy being pailed (if that's where this is leading)
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I like that with the "in heat" thing it's pretty much dubcon from both sides. Karkat didn't want to be triggered hardcore by a bunch of troll-shaped people, but the troll-shaped people didn't really plan on having lots of sex with an alien boy on pain of causing him brain-destroying fever either. D; (cause really I couldn't write any of the human guys as uncaring rapists, that'd just be ooc. >__>; )
The alone at night thing is, well, this Paul is still a very good father who would never hurt his child and is not at all into incest. He just also happens to like them jailbaity. D: The aspect I like the most is that the trolls come out feeling insanely relieved and even somewhat grateful because Paul was so nice to them and even bothered to make them feel good when he could, but that doesn't make it not dubcon at best. They thought their choice was offer sex or have sex taken from and then being given violence and he didn't really disabuse them of that. :/ Okay they didn't actually get to discuss it so he could pretend he thought they honestly wanted it... >__>;
Though they're way confused when he's all "tell me if i hurt you so i can stop" and they're all "why?" and don't really wrap their brains around the "I don't find it sexy" and he has to add that "also it shows a gross lack of skills" before they can accept it. XD;
The pale relationship is definitely confused and awkward for a little bit. XD
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~Stifles her howls of laughter.~ Why do I suddenly feel really bad for Duo's new team members? XD
And omg!Teamwork :o I loved Sakura wanting to smack herself in the forehead when the realization finally sank in. And yeah, that last bit there was great. I love Sakura when she's being all sarcastic.
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Sakura voice is so hard to find again, it's been too long. I'll keep trying though! ra ra raaaaaa
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Hurray, keep trying! ~Waves pompoms.~
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Yay Teamwork! Yay Sakura! You can DO EET!
Garden: eee, YES, they have a home. ^.^ (Also, I am trying to picture Karkat Kissing Everyone, and my brain is breaking a bit on... Equius in particular, for some reason!)
Also REALLY interested in the world-building for the Karkat Gangbang thing. *Doing it Wrong* Why are the humans there? Do the two species even know about each other at this point?
And pesterlogs are fuuun~ All just straight up dialogue without needing to add in those annoying bits of description. XD
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I CAN DO EET GO GO SELF GO.
Ahh I really want to describe their home it is the COOLEST home. ;____; (when i was a kid i would draw strange habitats for days, treehouses and houses in the side of a cliff and snake tunnels in side view, man. This is so much fun.)
ahahaha the worldbuilding. the fic is so far 15 pages and only the last, uh, five have anything sexual happening there. XDDD Humans and trolls know each other and are sort of enemies but at the time there's a detente where no one is attacking and they're consolidating their positions. The trolls aren't moving because it's drone season and while they have enough trolls going through it at different times that they can still defend themselves they can't sustain an attack; the humans don't exactly know WHY but they know it's safeish to go and explore the planets in the no man's land in between the two species to see if there's minerals or oils or anything they might want to work on bringing into Human space. They really weren't expecting to see a troll around. they don't even KNOW trolls go into heat, there have been major pains taken to ensue no potential prisoner was alive by that time of the year, ranging from prisoner suicide to outside attack. XD;;;;
they are so fun nghh nghh tell me i can't write sephiroth trolling cloud on IM aaahhh what would their screennames beeeeee. (Also, Sephiroth Would Totally Uppercase Every. Single. Word.)
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That ratio sounds about right for most of your porn fics, really. XD Which is why I love them, of course. Any bozo could write Tab A into Slot B, but you always think things out so well. ^.^
So wait, if the drones are on the look out for unmated trolls, is that why Karkat ran away to an unpopulated planet? Or do the drones work differently in this universe? And oh yeah, jeez, I could imagine the trolls wouldn't want the humans to know about that.
...I could tell you that... but it sounds like so much fun. XD;; (And Oh Yes He Would!)
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Nah, Karkat went away because if you don't have any concupiscent partners you kind of go into overdrive trying to attract one and then it's unbearable. he was hoping to be alone, it would have been really uncomfortable but he wouldn't have gone into OKAY YOU YES YOU'LL DO COME HERE AND PAIL ME mode the second he saw someone vaguely acceptable. The drones might cull him on principle if he presented them with his genetic material, though Feferi gave him a permit not to offer any so legally he's in the clear and in theory they wouldn't chase him. It's still nerve wracking and he does not feel like testing it out. :/ :/ :/
(nooooo ;_; meanie meaniiie. also i want to do kind of funny outtakes like battlefield terra! karkat and john having Im convos, that'd be so ridiculous. or sunlightverse, idk, everything sounds fun atm. IM convoooos aaahhh.)
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And Feferi's lusus is the god-damned Emissary to the Horrorterrors, there is no way she does not have something fucked up about her. But she's all giggly! and cheerful! and ---EXCIT---ED!!! 38D
I get the feeling that her smiles would be very unsettling.
(also, I approve of pesterlogs most heartily. :3 )
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Also: that C2 NaruSasuSaku comm you have with all the collected Team 7 lovin' - link? Because I've either gone blind or just stupid, but I can't find it anymooore~ D:
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My ffnet profile => my communities. tadah.
http://www.fanfiction.net/community/Team_Seven/17719/
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...right, not blind, just stupid XD Thanks.
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