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monthly word count - january!
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51 224 WORDS.
*rolls and rolls and rolls forever*
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POSTED
-Midnight on the Demon patrol chapters 1 to 8 (davekat urban fantasy AU) (32 194 words) (!!!!!)
-Crash Standing chapter 9 (byrdkat) (5 290 words)
-Battlefield Terra silly noncanon pesterlog sidefic (John&Jade) (568 words)
-Battlefield Terra silly noncanon kisstastic sidefic (John/Karkat) (1 667 words)
-Plant a Flag, Plant a Tree (Dave/Karkat Dom/sub anal xeno porn woo.) (2 959 words) (whoops forgot to put it on journals. doin that straight afterwards!!)
WORKS IN PROGRESS
-Battlefield Terra chapter 7 (1 080 words)
-Miles Vorkosigan: Ivan & Paddy for the Psychic Wolves for Lupercalia challenge (2 816 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol chapter 9 (4 650 words)
Okay so this month it was mostly demon things. XD; NOT SORRY BUARHARHAR. There's still around 14k of other works. Not bad!
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BT chpt 7
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JN: Hi, John.
JH: hey sis! wow, been a while since i saw you online. how's it going? :B
JN: Pretty good, actually. I foresee my visit to the dumps being nigh on over. :B
JH: woohoo! :BBBBB
JN: That is the goofiest smiley yet.
JH: nope, this one is: 8B-b
JN: Dear Lord in Heaven. Indeed. What on Earth is it supposed to represent?
JH: it's me with dave's beach shades on giving you a thumbs up.
JN: Ghastly.
JH: hey, that's so mean! it totally counts as sibling abuse.
JH: it's not ghastly, it's totally sweet!
JN: :B Like that cake I am planning to make for you.
JH: D:
JN: Just... for... you.
JN: Brother dearest.
JH: can i have a steak instead?
JN: That depends on whether you plan on helping me in the kitchen.
JN: I might be tempted away from cake mixes by lemon and meringue tart. What says you?
JH: from scratch? sure, can do.
JH: only, um.
JH: uh.
JN: I'm sure there will be no cultural landmine to be found in teaching Karkat how to handle a lemon, John. At worst someone will squirt a few drops into someone else's eyes. That's hardly a drama bomb.
JH: you say that because we both have glasses to hide behind. :B
JH: but. err.
JH: argh, why is being serious so hard.
JH: /puts on rose headband and scarf, strokes closest cat thoughtfully
JH: miss egbert. please make yourself comfortable on this convenient plush couch.
JH: disregard the manacles.
JN: Isn't the closest cat your alien guest, John? How positively forward of you. ;B
JH: har har har.
JH: whyyyy does everyone keep making pet jokes about me and karkat.
JH: or gay jokes.
JH: or gay pet jokes. it's like this is turning into a trend or something. adopt a stray alien, then do x-rated things to his bumhole!
JN: ...
JN: I sense a lot of repressed frustration in this sudden ramble explosion.
JH: hey, i had the rose headband, you can't thieve it off me!
JH: stop sidetracking me, if you think i can't tell what you're doing, you fiend.
JH: /rose mouthpinch+squint combo
JN: That was a subtle hint to PLEASE STOP HANDLING ME WITH KID GLOVES! Fer chrissake, John.
JH: okay, okay, but there is precedent.
JN: ... Just quit while you're ahead, buster.
JH: i am mister zipperlips.
JN: *sigh*
JN: I feel much calmer about everything.
JN: And I am damn well done with tiptoeing around Karkat, so yes! Bring on the alien! Let us talk, and cook, and break bread, alien and human hand in clawed little hand!
JH: ... :X
JN: I'm not saying I'll be his best friend, John, but I at least wanted to apologize for unwittingly throwing the table at him.
JN: If one day I clock him in the head with solid oak I want it to be damn well deliberate.
JH: this is very reassuring and i am very reassured. i now totally cannot wait to take my alien catboy lover in your clobber radius!!
JN: You are so infuriating. Why do you insist on poking my good mood full of angry holes?
JH: bluh bluh.
JH: i have a responsibility to the both of you to keep you guys in one piece, okay! i'd rather avoid having to put myself in the middle for that, because between the two of you i'll be the one who ends up as a shapeless pile of lego on the floor.
JH: all dismantled out!
JH: i was such a sweet lego house, janey, and now look at me. all the L pieces are gone under the couch.
JN: ... :B The great Scattercalypse.
JN: I promise you I'm calm, and even somewhat positive. That'll only last as long as you stop questioning it at every turn, though!
JH: okay, okay. will take your word on it.
JH: um.
JH: if it helps karkat thinks that was a dick move too. it's not an all aliens are assholes thing. not like that other thing that i
JH: just remembered you might not have read about! haha. maybe later.
JN: Was it in a report?
JH: prolly one of rose's, i told her about it.
JN: About?
JH: urgh.
JN: John, now I'm back to work I *will* come to read it.
JH: okay um. rose agrees with me it's cultural and he wasn't trying to be an ass.
JH: apparently when you get ptsd in alien land they don't really believe the guy can ever get better. :/
JH: they also practice mercy killing. look at that pretty math.
JN: I... see.
JH: it sounds like a really asshole place to live. :/ between that and his pal getting tortured for a reason i don't even get and his monster buddy being turned into a mech and being exiled from his boyfriend because he's not jetset enough or i don't know what!
JH: ...
JH: i'm being compromisy again, aren't i.
JH: gah. sorry.
JN: No, John. That seems like standard human empathy.
JN: The lack of effort devoted to mental care dovetails nicely with the wasteful way they throw so many new fighters at us.
JN: The one conclusion most of the analysis keep coming back to. They have so many bodies at hand that merely weeding out the weak is more cost-effective than putting time and effort into training up the weak or fixing the broken ones.
JH: woo job security. XB
JN: Heh.
JN: Do you know, up until at least 1960 trauma was seen as a weakness of character and not as an actual wound that actually affected mental processes and required actual healing?
JN: Humans used to think like this at some point. It's no surprise aliens might as well.
JN: Though for all we know it might be true for them and I am merely jumping the gun, we have so little data on their brain architecture.
JN: Call it an initial hypothesis based on observation of one available subject.
JH: i will totally call it that. :B
JN: You were right, it does help. Thank you, John.
JH: success!
JH: me and karkat will be down in two minutes. i gotta pry him off dirk's my little pony comic book first.
JN: ... Beg pardon?
JH: i think he's rooting for flutteryasshole and applebutt to hook up. :B
JN: ...
JN: ......
JN: Hehehehe. X'B
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Vorkosigan + psychic wolves : Ivan
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One of the cubs tumbled out, and another; black-furred balls of fuzz. "Will you look at that," Miles mumbled, "such big pups for their age, and already with the characteristic Volktugalov white mask; you're a gorgeous pair, aren't you..."
Ivan wasn't surprised when Benedikt's frown smoothed a little. Like Miles hadn't flattered his House pride for exactly that result. The puppies explored Miles' polished boots, leaving gnawed-up little dents. Ivan grimaced at the thought of how much polishing this was going to take to erase. Miles seemed honestly delighted, though.
"Ah well, if Verusha doesn't mind." Benedikt looked away from the she-wolf, who glanced back his way and then turned, unconcerned, to her food bowl. The young man looked up at him, an eyebrow arched. "Well then, Patril. She won't mind if you say hello."
Ivan was not especially looking to bond, but that was somewhat hard to admit in public, especially at the Military Academy. Not many men ended up bonded in adulthood, maybe one man out of five, maybe even one out of eight, and there was no shame in not being chosen -- but not even wanting to be?
Ivan knew he was lazy and selfish and had no house spirit, no sense of debt toward the pack. And how could he, raised fatherless and closer to a pack not his own than to the cousins who bore his name?
(They hadn't been there much more than what propriety indicated and the Vorkosigans had, and if he felt only a slight bit more like Vorkosigan pack that was his own business. But at any rate he was not going to bond, no way, no how. When he was given liberty he wanted to be dazzling young ladies with his uniform, not cubsitting.)
"They're too young to choose yet," Miles said, voice neutral, eyes teasing, "aren't they?"
"Mnh, I gather, yes. Not for another couple of months."
Alright, fine. Ivan sighed, put the candies safely on the table, and crouched. The black puppies were play-fighting all over Miles' boots, not interested in a random new person.
There was a third one moving behind the planks, not whining, not making any noise, any attempt to join in on the fun. Ivan tilted his head; it tilted its head back at him.
Well, it didn't look too wild. He rested a hand on the plank, let it come up to sniff or not as it willed.
It wasn't russet like its mother or black like its siblings; it was a muddle of grays and browns, markings faded, indistinct, and no white muzzle either.
"Old-pelted, hm," Miles commented. Ivan tried not to roll his eyes at the jargon, he knew Miles was trying to drop as many reminders that he was Pack-born into the conversation as was feasible without being blatant.
Or any more blatant than he already was.
Not that the Vorkosigan pack was very big at all, counting six wolves total; and without a breeding female it was never going to get any bigger. Armsman Esterhazy's sister was almost white with age now; their only hope was for Miles to bring home a sister.
Ivan was pretty sure all the cubs so far were male. Maybe the sleeping russet one back there, but the wild-wolf colored one was currently licking its parts so Ivan could be fairly certain of his thesis.
Boy, it would be kind of nice if he were bendy enough to do that.
... And on that note it was time to abscond back to the dorms before Miles decided to smuggle the pair of blacks into his shirt.
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Midnight on the Demon Patrol chpt 9 (psst not actually real urls, don't bother clicking)
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Day two of his leave. Dave is making a list.
1. anything with sugar in it (confirmed)
2. having his hair/skull petted (confirmed)
3. beating up people (might be more mental than physical but)
4. lounging in sunbeams (joint: photographic evidence)
5. a good breeze (should have opened the windows to clear the air before today meh whatevs)
It's a list of all the physical things Karkat enjoys. Kinda sparse. Dave is now noting down hypotheses, things to try out if he gets a chance.
6. chin scratches ??
7. making out ????? (fuckin' hope)
He's sitting on the wide window ledge of the main room, downstairs. Karkat is once again on the mezzanine, propped up on that windowsill, watching the sky, nubwings twitching and tilting with the faintest touch of breeze.
8. flying ? (shit good luck w/ that one)
8. stretching ?
9. wing membranes petted ? (light touch theyre hella thin)
10. sex ha ha i kid fffff
Yesterday was day vegetate by the TV and be a lazy asshole re: feeding. (Dave managed to wring two mildly unsatisfying orgasms out of his Rose-traumatized dick via previously used cuddlebuddy self-job method; didn't have the mental fortitude to attempt to make Karkat enjoy the process at the time. At least the guy looked more bored than traumatized.)
Karkat catches him looking his way and frowns, but decides to ignore him, taking a few seconds to flick a bit of lint of a pillow feather off his shoulder or something.
Dave's best camera is on his lap. (It's been ever since he woke to find his morning wood surrounded by a cage of claws; Karkat had apparently captured it when Dave kept poking it at him. Gorgeous contrast -- shiny-smooth, slate-colored chitin and anthracite needle points over veined, flushed skin, and a good thing he's really visual even as guys go because as a handjob it was mildly awkward and terrifying as hell.) He takes breaks from his list to document shit.
Like now. Yep, documenting that.
#fuckyeahpetdemon demon batting at sunbeam from top of stairs http://flickr.com/photo...
... And that.
#fuckyeahpetdemon demon on the floor after falling off stairs http://flickr.com/photo...
#fuckyeahpetdemon grace incarnate
"You okay, dude?" he asks (after he took the time to type and send the file. Never said he wasn't an asshole.)
"Fuck you."
He looks more embarrassed than in pain, but there's a dent in the wooden floor. Dave thumbs out of his list, puts the phone down; he lets his camera hang from his neck and gets up. "No, seriously, dude. It hurt anywhere?"
"I just tripped, for fuck's sake, I'm fine. Go away."
Dave crouches next to him and pokes him in the cheek until Karkat looks at him, making grumpy noises. "Cause if you have bruises, a hot shower could help. D'you, hm, like hot showers?" he asks, subtle and natural as a master of information gathering. He is so ninja. Karkat gives him a 'you are such a dead ninja, wow' look.
"... That thing... in the sun. It was dust, right?" Karkat asks with the frown of someone figuring things out for himself. Unpleasant things.
"Yep."
"And we only see it when it's direct sunlight, but it's everywhere."
"Yep."
"Suddenly I don't want to breathe."
"Whoops, vetoed. If you stop breathing I'mma get hella bothered. Not the good kind of bothered."
Karkat rolls his eyes at him.
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51 224 WORDS.
*rolls and rolls and rolls forever*
:D
POSTED
-Midnight on the Demon patrol chapters 1 to 8 (davekat urban fantasy AU) (32 194 words) (!!!!!)
-Crash Standing chapter 9 (byrdkat) (5 290 words)
-Battlefield Terra silly noncanon pesterlog sidefic (John&Jade) (568 words)
-Battlefield Terra silly noncanon kisstastic sidefic (John/Karkat) (1 667 words)
-Plant a Flag, Plant a Tree (Dave/Karkat Dom/sub anal xeno porn woo.) (2 959 words) (whoops forgot to put it on journals. doin that straight afterwards!!)
WORKS IN PROGRESS
-Battlefield Terra chapter 7 (1 080 words)
-Miles Vorkosigan: Ivan & Paddy for the Psychic Wolves for Lupercalia challenge (2 816 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol chapter 9 (4 650 words)
Okay so this month it was mostly demon things. XD; NOT SORRY BUARHARHAR. There's still around 14k of other works. Not bad!
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BT chpt 7
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JN: Hi, John.
JH: hey sis! wow, been a while since i saw you online. how's it going? :B
JN: Pretty good, actually. I foresee my visit to the dumps being nigh on over. :B
JH: woohoo! :BBBBB
JN: That is the goofiest smiley yet.
JH: nope, this one is: 8B-b
JN: Dear Lord in Heaven. Indeed. What on Earth is it supposed to represent?
JH: it's me with dave's beach shades on giving you a thumbs up.
JN: Ghastly.
JH: hey, that's so mean! it totally counts as sibling abuse.
JH: it's not ghastly, it's totally sweet!
JN: :B Like that cake I am planning to make for you.
JH: D:
JN: Just... for... you.
JN: Brother dearest.
JH: can i have a steak instead?
JN: That depends on whether you plan on helping me in the kitchen.
JN: I might be tempted away from cake mixes by lemon and meringue tart. What says you?
JH: from scratch? sure, can do.
JH: only, um.
JH: uh.
JN: I'm sure there will be no cultural landmine to be found in teaching Karkat how to handle a lemon, John. At worst someone will squirt a few drops into someone else's eyes. That's hardly a drama bomb.
JH: you say that because we both have glasses to hide behind. :B
JH: but. err.
JH: argh, why is being serious so hard.
JH: /puts on rose headband and scarf, strokes closest cat thoughtfully
JH: miss egbert. please make yourself comfortable on this convenient plush couch.
JH: disregard the manacles.
JN: Isn't the closest cat your alien guest, John? How positively forward of you. ;B
JH: har har har.
JH: whyyyy does everyone keep making pet jokes about me and karkat.
JH: or gay jokes.
JH: or gay pet jokes. it's like this is turning into a trend or something. adopt a stray alien, then do x-rated things to his bumhole!
JN: ...
JN: I sense a lot of repressed frustration in this sudden ramble explosion.
JH: hey, i had the rose headband, you can't thieve it off me!
JH: stop sidetracking me, if you think i can't tell what you're doing, you fiend.
JH: /rose mouthpinch+squint combo
JN: That was a subtle hint to PLEASE STOP HANDLING ME WITH KID GLOVES! Fer chrissake, John.
JH: okay, okay, but there is precedent.
JN: ... Just quit while you're ahead, buster.
JH: i am mister zipperlips.
JN: *sigh*
JN: I feel much calmer about everything.
JN: And I am damn well done with tiptoeing around Karkat, so yes! Bring on the alien! Let us talk, and cook, and break bread, alien and human hand in clawed little hand!
JH: ... :X
JN: I'm not saying I'll be his best friend, John, but I at least wanted to apologize for unwittingly throwing the table at him.
JN: If one day I clock him in the head with solid oak I want it to be damn well deliberate.
JH: this is very reassuring and i am very reassured. i now totally cannot wait to take my alien catboy lover in your clobber radius!!
JN: You are so infuriating. Why do you insist on poking my good mood full of angry holes?
JH: bluh bluh.
JH: i have a responsibility to the both of you to keep you guys in one piece, okay! i'd rather avoid having to put myself in the middle for that, because between the two of you i'll be the one who ends up as a shapeless pile of lego on the floor.
JH: all dismantled out!
JH: i was such a sweet lego house, janey, and now look at me. all the L pieces are gone under the couch.
JN: ... :B The great Scattercalypse.
JN: I promise you I'm calm, and even somewhat positive. That'll only last as long as you stop questioning it at every turn, though!
JH: okay, okay. will take your word on it.
JH: um.
JH: if it helps karkat thinks that was a dick move too. it's not an all aliens are assholes thing. not like that other thing that i
JH: just remembered you might not have read about! haha. maybe later.
JN: Was it in a report?
JH: prolly one of rose's, i told her about it.
JN: About?
JH: urgh.
JN: John, now I'm back to work I *will* come to read it.
JH: okay um. rose agrees with me it's cultural and he wasn't trying to be an ass.
JH: apparently when you get ptsd in alien land they don't really believe the guy can ever get better. :/
JH: they also practice mercy killing. look at that pretty math.
JN: I... see.
JH: it sounds like a really asshole place to live. :/ between that and his pal getting tortured for a reason i don't even get and his monster buddy being turned into a mech and being exiled from his boyfriend because he's not jetset enough or i don't know what!
JH: ...
JH: i'm being compromisy again, aren't i.
JH: gah. sorry.
JN: No, John. That seems like standard human empathy.
JN: The lack of effort devoted to mental care dovetails nicely with the wasteful way they throw so many new fighters at us.
JN: The one conclusion most of the analysis keep coming back to. They have so many bodies at hand that merely weeding out the weak is more cost-effective than putting time and effort into training up the weak or fixing the broken ones.
JH: woo job security. XB
JN: Heh.
JN: Do you know, up until at least 1960 trauma was seen as a weakness of character and not as an actual wound that actually affected mental processes and required actual healing?
JN: Humans used to think like this at some point. It's no surprise aliens might as well.
JN: Though for all we know it might be true for them and I am merely jumping the gun, we have so little data on their brain architecture.
JN: Call it an initial hypothesis based on observation of one available subject.
JH: i will totally call it that. :B
JN: You were right, it does help. Thank you, John.
JH: success!
JH: me and karkat will be down in two minutes. i gotta pry him off dirk's my little pony comic book first.
JN: ... Beg pardon?
JH: i think he's rooting for flutteryasshole and applebutt to hook up. :B
JN: ...
JN: ......
JN: Hehehehe. X'B
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Vorkosigan + psychic wolves : Ivan
--
One of the cubs tumbled out, and another; black-furred balls of fuzz. "Will you look at that," Miles mumbled, "such big pups for their age, and already with the characteristic Volktugalov white mask; you're a gorgeous pair, aren't you..."
Ivan wasn't surprised when Benedikt's frown smoothed a little. Like Miles hadn't flattered his House pride for exactly that result. The puppies explored Miles' polished boots, leaving gnawed-up little dents. Ivan grimaced at the thought of how much polishing this was going to take to erase. Miles seemed honestly delighted, though.
"Ah well, if Verusha doesn't mind." Benedikt looked away from the she-wolf, who glanced back his way and then turned, unconcerned, to her food bowl. The young man looked up at him, an eyebrow arched. "Well then, Patril. She won't mind if you say hello."
Ivan was not especially looking to bond, but that was somewhat hard to admit in public, especially at the Military Academy. Not many men ended up bonded in adulthood, maybe one man out of five, maybe even one out of eight, and there was no shame in not being chosen -- but not even wanting to be?
Ivan knew he was lazy and selfish and had no house spirit, no sense of debt toward the pack. And how could he, raised fatherless and closer to a pack not his own than to the cousins who bore his name?
(They hadn't been there much more than what propriety indicated and the Vorkosigans had, and if he felt only a slight bit more like Vorkosigan pack that was his own business. But at any rate he was not going to bond, no way, no how. When he was given liberty he wanted to be dazzling young ladies with his uniform, not cubsitting.)
"They're too young to choose yet," Miles said, voice neutral, eyes teasing, "aren't they?"
"Mnh, I gather, yes. Not for another couple of months."
Alright, fine. Ivan sighed, put the candies safely on the table, and crouched. The black puppies were play-fighting all over Miles' boots, not interested in a random new person.
There was a third one moving behind the planks, not whining, not making any noise, any attempt to join in on the fun. Ivan tilted his head; it tilted its head back at him.
Well, it didn't look too wild. He rested a hand on the plank, let it come up to sniff or not as it willed.
It wasn't russet like its mother or black like its siblings; it was a muddle of grays and browns, markings faded, indistinct, and no white muzzle either.
"Old-pelted, hm," Miles commented. Ivan tried not to roll his eyes at the jargon, he knew Miles was trying to drop as many reminders that he was Pack-born into the conversation as was feasible without being blatant.
Or any more blatant than he already was.
Not that the Vorkosigan pack was very big at all, counting six wolves total; and without a breeding female it was never going to get any bigger. Armsman Esterhazy's sister was almost white with age now; their only hope was for Miles to bring home a sister.
Ivan was pretty sure all the cubs so far were male. Maybe the sleeping russet one back there, but the wild-wolf colored one was currently licking its parts so Ivan could be fairly certain of his thesis.
Boy, it would be kind of nice if he were bendy enough to do that.
... And on that note it was time to abscond back to the dorms before Miles decided to smuggle the pair of blacks into his shirt.
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Midnight on the Demon Patrol chpt 9 (psst not actually real urls, don't bother clicking)
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Day two of his leave. Dave is making a list.
1. anything with sugar in it (confirmed)
2. having his hair/skull petted (confirmed)
3. beating up people (might be more mental than physical but)
4. lounging in sunbeams (joint: photographic evidence)
5. a good breeze (should have opened the windows to clear the air before today meh whatevs)
It's a list of all the physical things Karkat enjoys. Kinda sparse. Dave is now noting down hypotheses, things to try out if he gets a chance.
6. chin scratches ??
7. making out ????? (fuckin' hope)
He's sitting on the wide window ledge of the main room, downstairs. Karkat is once again on the mezzanine, propped up on that windowsill, watching the sky, nubwings twitching and tilting with the faintest touch of breeze.
8. stretching ?
9. wing membranes petted ? (light touch theyre hella thin)
Yesterday was day vegetate by the TV and be a lazy asshole re: feeding. (Dave managed to wring two mildly unsatisfying orgasms out of his Rose-traumatized dick via previously used cuddlebuddy self-job method; didn't have the mental fortitude to attempt to make Karkat enjoy the process at the time. At least the guy looked more bored than traumatized.)
Karkat catches him looking his way and frowns, but decides to ignore him, taking a few seconds to flick a bit of lint of a pillow feather off his shoulder or something.
Dave's best camera is on his lap. (It's been ever since he woke to find his morning wood surrounded by a cage of claws; Karkat had apparently captured it when Dave kept poking it at him. Gorgeous contrast -- shiny-smooth, slate-colored chitin and anthracite needle points over veined, flushed skin, and a good thing he's really visual even as guys go because as a handjob it was mildly awkward and terrifying as hell.) He takes breaks from his list to document shit.
Like now. Yep, documenting that.
#fuckyeahpetdemon demon batting at sunbeam from top of stairs http://flickr.com/photo...
... And that.
#fuckyeahpetdemon demon on the floor after falling off stairs http://flickr.com/photo...
#fuckyeahpetdemon grace incarnate
"You okay, dude?" he asks (after he took the time to type and send the file. Never said he wasn't an asshole.)
"Fuck you."
He looks more embarrassed than in pain, but there's a dent in the wooden floor. Dave thumbs out of his list, puts the phone down; he lets his camera hang from his neck and gets up. "No, seriously, dude. It hurt anywhere?"
"I just tripped, for fuck's sake, I'm fine. Go away."
Dave crouches next to him and pokes him in the cheek until Karkat looks at him, making grumpy noises. "Cause if you have bruises, a hot shower could help. D'you, hm, like hot showers?" he asks, subtle and natural as a master of information gathering. He is so ninja. Karkat gives him a 'you are such a dead ninja, wow' look.
"... That thing... in the sun. It was dust, right?" Karkat asks with the frown of someone figuring things out for himself. Unpleasant things.
"Yep."
"And we only see it when it's direct sunlight, but it's everywhere."
"Yep."
"Suddenly I don't want to breathe."
"Whoops, vetoed. If you stop breathing I'mma get hella bothered. Not the good kind of bothered."
Karkat rolls his eyes at him.
no subject
I'm sure there will be no cultural landmine to be found in teaching Karkat how to handle a lemon
UM. If Jane only knew what "a lemon" meant in fandom-culture XDDD.
Ngh John and Jane are such cuties T___T
The humour/angst scale is perfectly balanced... It tips this way, then it tips that way, and then it tips RIGHT BACK INTO PERFECT BALANCE <3 <3
Ages ago I was skimming the cheerleading post for Lupercalia and sort of screamed silently in fangirlish joy when I saw your conversation with Petra (also where I first discovered you knew the Vorkosigan saga existed =D ). But you seemed very uncertain (obviously, for all the reasons you said. Especially the Vorkosigan fandom being hella intimidating -- YEAH, IT KIND OF IS), so I kind of assumed nothing was going to come of it? EXCEPT NOW IT'S A SORTA-WIP. I AM SO EXCITED~~~
I wonder if the thing about there not being any she-wolves in the Vorkosigan pack atm is forshadowing that Paddy Wulfpatril III is going to female? Okay there is no way to know yet, I have got to stop letting this get away from me @__@
Did Prince Serg (Gregor's psycho dad) have a wolf (because he was the heir and everything)? Would it also have died in the Escobaran invasion? DO LADIES GET BOND-WOLVES IN THIS VERSE??? Because I don't think they would on Barrayar... but then again, CORDELIA.
Holy crap, the first two books would have gone SO DIFFERENTLY they'd had wolves... Would Alys end up bonding with Padma's wolfbro??? Would the wolfbro have been there for Ivan's birth?? WHAT IF IVAN WAS RAISED BY ALYS + WOLVES NO NO I HAVE NO TIME FOR PLOTBUNNIES NOOO D<Dave is being the most considerate, wibbliest, Master, awwww. His coolkid thing is reeeaaaaally not working out for him...
Well, except for how he's uploading photos of Karkat onto the big wide internet without telling him, but he wouldn't be IC if he wasn't at least a LITTLE asshole-ish =DAlso uh, hi, this is Stheere from tumblr! I followed you from Naruto + LJ into Homestuck + tumblr, but I still don't really get how tumblr works and I keep making a fool of myself when I Ask things there, and, um, I forgot where I was going with this... I think I was trying to say HI, I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU FROM FANDOM TO FANDOM FOR LIKE 8 YEARS NOW, SO YOU ARE CLEARLY DOING SOMETHING VERY RIGHT AS A WRITER.
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... bwahahahahaha. >:D
am so glad you like the humour/angst thing. I have an unfortunate addiction to making people laugh only for the OH NO taste to be nicely contrasted. mmm. >:D
The Ivan Gets A Wolf story is complete! It's not very long. It was intended as a prequel to Miles Gets A Wolf, tho, and that one I have not started yet. I don't know how to handle it. Padma Volkpatril the Third is a male though. Alas. Cordelia has a wolf! He's named Adrian, contrary to the convention of naming wolves after your patriarchs and matriarchs. Aral's wolf is Petya because that's a diminutime of Piotr. Cordelia was NOT naming both her wolf and her son Miles, tho, tyvm. >___> I think Vor women who have wolves are somewhat rare because they're not encouraged to develop the spirit that would fit a wolf, and also because if they bond they're not encouraged to be let out in public.
I think Serg didn't have a wolf, which is pretty rare for a reigning monarch. Only one in five to seven Vor have one in the general population, and no wolf wanted him. Gregor thought it was very important that he bond to signify he did have a warrior's/leader's spirit and also once he knew about his dad to prove he wasn't like him, but for the longest time he didn't bond no matter how many cubs were presented to him and he was pretty stealthy emo about it. ;____; He eventually rebonded to a middle aged queen wolf who had belonged to a count who recently died, so he gets the experienced matriarch angle more than the "young, foolish bitch in heat" somewhat bad rep. i mean it's understood that it happens to some people but for the emperor, especially since he didn't bond during his teenage years, people would have taken it as a point of gossip. whereas being chosen by a settled, mature queen means he's mature and yet will care for his people. (also his queen was from someone from the Vordarian family so it was seen as a sign of forgiveness, but really that was an accident. XDD wolves don't care about what happened twenty years ago.)
I think the only reason Alys doesn't have a wolf is that she doesn't hang around cubs much. XD I think in my 'verse her husband didn't have one, i forget what i decided, but it would have been executed with him or even *before* him, so it wouldn't try to defend him. If i had time for a massive divergence, the wolf changing the events somehow would make for a really awesome fic SO PLEASE DO THINK ABOUT WRITING IT :D :D :D :D we could brainstorm even if you don't end up writing anything, how do you see events going? (oh dear lord, Cordelia bonding during THAT book as well, holy shit. ... WHAT IF SHE GOT ALYS' HUSBAND'S WOLF. hahaha or even Vordarian... no he wouldn't forgive that. HMM. :D)
XD Dave is a jerk, but a secretly nice one really.
... :DDDDDDDDDDDDD HI. you sneaky person you. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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UM. If Jane only knew what "a lemon" meant in fandom-culture XDDD.
This was my very first reaction, too! :D