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Monthly Word Count - February
TOTAL: 39 695 words. :DDDDD
The demon fic continues to take over pretty much everything. Welp. :X Then again it also provides most of those crazy wordcounts, sooooo. Maybe once it's complete i'll STILL manage to keep writing like a fiend.
POSTED
-Crash Standing chapter 10 (davesprite/karkat) (7 094 words)
-Buckle-Up-Babe Boots - Karkat & Horuss silliness for the Kink Meme (jade/karkat) (665 words)
-Sunlightverse - three pesterlogs (Dirk&Nepeta, Jane&Feferi, Dave&Signless) (2 953 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol - 9/? (2 960 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol - 10/? (6 448 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol - 11/? (7 296 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol - 12/? (7 381 words)
WORKS IN PROGRESS
-Back to the Garden (Nepeta and Jade) (196 words) (which i'll probably delete. :x but at least i poked at it???)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol - 13 (4 702 words)
(wow, i completed almost everything i wrote this month. o_o)
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Back to the Garden (prolly not keeping it)
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"Hey, Nepeta?"
She slices a long cut along some kind of little deer thing's belly with one of Dave's broken-off blades, and answers without looking at you, biting her lip in concentration. "Mrr?"
The entrails spill on the ground. On the other side of the fire, Terezi makes an interested clicky noise.
"I killed some kind of weird beast earlier when I went out to pee, could you tell me if it's edible? I don't know if just one deer will be enough..."
"Also it'd be nice to have extra for later," Terezi says. "I didn't know you'd killed anything! Karkat made it sound like the forest was empty at sundown."
You grimace. "I just didn't tell him, he'd have freaked out. It's some kind of really ugly, sort of brain-shaped slime mold, but I figure just because it's ugly doesn't mean it's inedible."
In the middle of yanking guts out with her hands, Nepeta looks up. "Are you sure that's not a human beast? I don't remember anything like that."
"Pretty sure! I thought the taxonomy would be really fascinating to figure out, actually, I couldn't figure out if it was an insect or what."
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Demonfic chapter 13
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Kankri's summoning is a lot less dramatic than Karkat's. Makes sense: Kankri is right here, and Karkat was ensconced somewhere in the farthest reaches of the demon realm. Kankri's summoning benefits from his own advice on the phase of the moon (waning, thanks ever so much for making everyone get up at three fucking AM, a time Dave had never seen from that end of the night) and other such ceremonial fiddly details; Karkat's was done pretty much blind.
Kankri wanted to come, and Karkat didn't.
They scream just as loud as each other.
(Mostly because Dave doesn't know how they'd physically be any louder.)
"Whoa," Roxy says from her end of the pentacle. She waves smoke or mystical mist or whatever it is away from her face where the wind blows it, eyebrows arched. Dave can't see Rose or Jade, though on his other side Dirk is letting Meulin go, wisps of silky fur fading from his skin. He thinks the lashing tufted tail actually does disperse some of the smoke trailing around Dirk's legs before it disappears itself. Mages are weird.
Karkat is seated like a gargoyle behind him, silent and still, like he's been ever since Dave forbade him to interfere. He's frowning, intense stare seeming to cut right through the smoke; he doesn't seem especially furious right now; maybe he gave up on that or maybe he's waiting for a chance to slip past Dave's orders and kill his Blood counterpart, who knows with how loudly he was opposed to the summoning.
"Huh," goes Dirk in an almost impressed way. Dave turns away from his demon.
The first impression Dave has of Kankri, Seer of Blood, is wings.
Mostly because, as they flail around clumsily to balance, one of them misses his face by about three inches.
The demon can't leave the circle yet; Dave reminds himself he wouldn't have been physically able to touch him, but the hook-tipped finger looked... pretty hook-y. Dave drags his eyes away from the lopsided flapping, just in time to see an armored, very Karkat-looking demon list on his side with the deceptive slowness of a capsizing sailboat, a whole body length from head to toes in dragon tail rising like a wave from the floor to attempt to balance and only unbalancing him more.
Flop.
Dave pinches his lips. Well, he can't fall any farther down now.
"This is extremely unpleasant," says the demon in a vaguely bewildered voice.
Wow. "It's Karkat The Less Nubbly!" Roxy exclaims.
Dave goes "Nooo kidding," all slow and measured for emphasis, because... yeah. That.
Kankri's horns aren't big or sharp -- there's at least that -- but they're twice the size of Karkat's. He's slightly bigger, but the same smoke-gray, the same humanoid torso, the same armor seen from the back with the (longer) spines on each backbone segments... the same mess of tousled black hair. Dave almost doesn't think he needs to see his face.
He looks at Karkat over his shoulder. Dave's demon has moved into an unconcerned cat loaf pose, curled up like he's about to sleep and not to pounce, but his head is high and his eyes glow like embers about to blaze anew.
Rose clears her throat, and Dave snaps to attention again. Kankri wanted to come, but there is still that last chance for a trick. He yanks Damara to him -- he'll need at least that much if he wants a chance to kill Kankri before it kills his demon-less sister. Beside him Dirk's hair ripples in Eridan's choppy waves, his skin goes bruise-purplish and drowned gray, Rufioh's delicate butterfly wings fan out behind Roxy. Jade is too taxed from using Feferi to help create Kankri's body to be of much use, but the three of them will hopefully be enough.
Kankri sits up, back stiff, chin up, and coils his tail around his gathered limbs. He has to make several attempts at folding his wings before they will go over each other properly and not rake the ground. Rose waits politely.
"I am glad no lasting damage seems to have been wrought," she says. Kankri inclines his head.
"As far as my limited experience will -- oh, sound doesn't resonate through my skull at all the same way it does yours." He sounds all chagrined. Rose is smiling like she wants to appear sympathetic but is actually trying not to laugh.
"Figures," Dave mutters, "I get the homicidal little shit who tries to gore me the second it can stand upright, and she gets the snooty tea-drinker."
Wow is it hard to keep appropriately watchful, and as a Seer Kankri might have planned for exactly that. Argh.
But when Rose leans in and offers her cut wrist, Kankri laps, delicately. (The tip of his tail is shivering.)
"Tell me your Name."
"I shall, insofar as you agree to review our terms and conditions and, if a reasonable being might find issue, renegotiate any and all of your terms and conditions before any and all use thereof."
Karkat lets out a loud, rattling growl. "For fuck's sake! Are you trying to delay having to come out and face me?"
Kankri turns to look at Karkat over his shoulder, and unsurprisingly enough his face is ... Dave wants to say identical, but their expressions are different enough to change a lot.
They're both much too pretty for their own good, at the very least. Also, red eyes, only Kankri's are heavy-lidded with false boredom.
"Please do not display any more comprehension issues than you possess in truth, that is disingenuous to the extreme."
"Wow," Dave says, "nice backhand there." Karkat is stiff with offense; he takes a few steps closer to the circle, wings spread in threat. Tiny, adorable, not even arm's length wings. Tiny stubby bobtail.
Kankri flicks the whip end of his ridiculously long tail once, deliberately, and curls it back around himself. Dave pats his demon's closest horn.
"There, there, bigger just means more areas to target."
Especially since for a third of its length Kankri's tail is only armored on top. The underside is the same velvety-soft as Karkat's.
"Did he just condition giving his name on the ability to negotiate all of his terms of binding?" Dirk is asking Rose, sounding borderline impressed.
Rose nods, smiling. Shit, they're going to be here hours.
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They are.
One hour, forty-seven minutes, Damara tells him when pressed. Not hours more than one. You whine. Annoyance. Let me go.
We agreed you'd stay as long as I might need you. If you leave early, I'm not paying you.
She sneers at him inside his head, but she stays. Dave stretches his legs one after the other along one of the sides of the circle, ass on the floor, careful not to breach it. He wishes he could check his feeds -- even in the middle of the night there'd have to be someone awake -- but this close to an active circle that just ain't happening.
Karkat is once again cat-loafing it, though this time he has oozed as close to the circle as he could without touching anything. When Dave leans back on his hands, his elbow touches Karkat's shoulder.
"Funny you're not trying to interrupt, I thought you'd be yelling at him to hurry up way before this."
Karkat snorts, without looking at him. "Why would I interfere with his negotiations? There'll be time to fight later."
Dave grumbles. He was hoping for some support there. Fff.
And here they go again with Kankri trying to get Rose to keep being "chaste in deed, if not in thought" and Rose basically being all Rosingly "HAHAHAno." He'll have to ask if Kankri gave her his price in the end, because if she doesn't intend to keep -- urgh, things he did not need to think about his twin sister, number 157789 -- "seeking for herself or offering others no sexual pleasure of her own will, alone or assisted" then he's not sure how she'll feed him. Kankri won't be interested in Karkat's diet, that's for sure, and sexual frustration is, while apparently more of a constant low-level thing, far less potent than an actual orgasm.
So Rose must have Kankri's price. But he still wants her celibate. Yeah, good luck with that one. Dave's brain shies away from visualizing (twin sister!) but he tries to imagine being forbidden to spank the monkey -- whether he comes or not -- for months on end, and... "Wow, they'd have found me dead of demon with my dick in hand about three weeks in, tops."
"Do I even want to know. Hint, the answer is no. The answer is always no. Unless it's hell fucking no, I will go take a luxurious bath in a tub of oil first and carelessly toss a dozen lit matches if you push it, and also no."
The demon fic continues to take over pretty much everything. Welp. :X Then again it also provides most of those crazy wordcounts, sooooo. Maybe once it's complete i'll STILL manage to keep writing like a fiend.
POSTED
-Crash Standing chapter 10 (davesprite/karkat) (7 094 words)
-Buckle-Up-Babe Boots - Karkat & Horuss silliness for the Kink Meme (jade/karkat) (665 words)
-Sunlightverse - three pesterlogs (Dirk&Nepeta, Jane&Feferi, Dave&Signless) (2 953 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol - 9/? (2 960 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol - 10/? (6 448 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol - 11/? (7 296 words)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol - 12/? (7 381 words)
WORKS IN PROGRESS
-Back to the Garden (Nepeta and Jade) (196 words) (which i'll probably delete. :x but at least i poked at it???)
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol - 13 (4 702 words)
(wow, i completed almost everything i wrote this month. o_o)
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Back to the Garden (prolly not keeping it)
--
"Hey, Nepeta?"
She slices a long cut along some kind of little deer thing's belly with one of Dave's broken-off blades, and answers without looking at you, biting her lip in concentration. "Mrr?"
The entrails spill on the ground. On the other side of the fire, Terezi makes an interested clicky noise.
"I killed some kind of weird beast earlier when I went out to pee, could you tell me if it's edible? I don't know if just one deer will be enough..."
"Also it'd be nice to have extra for later," Terezi says. "I didn't know you'd killed anything! Karkat made it sound like the forest was empty at sundown."
You grimace. "I just didn't tell him, he'd have freaked out. It's some kind of really ugly, sort of brain-shaped slime mold, but I figure just because it's ugly doesn't mean it's inedible."
In the middle of yanking guts out with her hands, Nepeta looks up. "Are you sure that's not a human beast? I don't remember anything like that."
"Pretty sure! I thought the taxonomy would be really fascinating to figure out, actually, I couldn't figure out if it was an insect or what."
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Demonfic chapter 13
--
Kankri's summoning is a lot less dramatic than Karkat's. Makes sense: Kankri is right here, and Karkat was ensconced somewhere in the farthest reaches of the demon realm. Kankri's summoning benefits from his own advice on the phase of the moon (waning, thanks ever so much for making everyone get up at three fucking AM, a time Dave had never seen from that end of the night) and other such ceremonial fiddly details; Karkat's was done pretty much blind.
Kankri wanted to come, and Karkat didn't.
They scream just as loud as each other.
(Mostly because Dave doesn't know how they'd physically be any louder.)
"Whoa," Roxy says from her end of the pentacle. She waves smoke or mystical mist or whatever it is away from her face where the wind blows it, eyebrows arched. Dave can't see Rose or Jade, though on his other side Dirk is letting Meulin go, wisps of silky fur fading from his skin. He thinks the lashing tufted tail actually does disperse some of the smoke trailing around Dirk's legs before it disappears itself. Mages are weird.
Karkat is seated like a gargoyle behind him, silent and still, like he's been ever since Dave forbade him to interfere. He's frowning, intense stare seeming to cut right through the smoke; he doesn't seem especially furious right now; maybe he gave up on that or maybe he's waiting for a chance to slip past Dave's orders and kill his Blood counterpart, who knows with how loudly he was opposed to the summoning.
"Huh," goes Dirk in an almost impressed way. Dave turns away from his demon.
The first impression Dave has of Kankri, Seer of Blood, is wings.
Mostly because, as they flail around clumsily to balance, one of them misses his face by about three inches.
The demon can't leave the circle yet; Dave reminds himself he wouldn't have been physically able to touch him, but the hook-tipped finger looked... pretty hook-y. Dave drags his eyes away from the lopsided flapping, just in time to see an armored, very Karkat-looking demon list on his side with the deceptive slowness of a capsizing sailboat, a whole body length from head to toes in dragon tail rising like a wave from the floor to attempt to balance and only unbalancing him more.
Flop.
Dave pinches his lips. Well, he can't fall any farther down now.
"This is extremely unpleasant," says the demon in a vaguely bewildered voice.
Wow. "It's Karkat The Less Nubbly!" Roxy exclaims.
Dave goes "Nooo kidding," all slow and measured for emphasis, because... yeah. That.
Kankri's horns aren't big or sharp -- there's at least that -- but they're twice the size of Karkat's. He's slightly bigger, but the same smoke-gray, the same humanoid torso, the same armor seen from the back with the (longer) spines on each backbone segments... the same mess of tousled black hair. Dave almost doesn't think he needs to see his face.
He looks at Karkat over his shoulder. Dave's demon has moved into an unconcerned cat loaf pose, curled up like he's about to sleep and not to pounce, but his head is high and his eyes glow like embers about to blaze anew.
Rose clears her throat, and Dave snaps to attention again. Kankri wanted to come, but there is still that last chance for a trick. He yanks Damara to him -- he'll need at least that much if he wants a chance to kill Kankri before it kills his demon-less sister. Beside him Dirk's hair ripples in Eridan's choppy waves, his skin goes bruise-purplish and drowned gray, Rufioh's delicate butterfly wings fan out behind Roxy. Jade is too taxed from using Feferi to help create Kankri's body to be of much use, but the three of them will hopefully be enough.
Kankri sits up, back stiff, chin up, and coils his tail around his gathered limbs. He has to make several attempts at folding his wings before they will go over each other properly and not rake the ground. Rose waits politely.
"I am glad no lasting damage seems to have been wrought," she says. Kankri inclines his head.
"As far as my limited experience will -- oh, sound doesn't resonate through my skull at all the same way it does yours." He sounds all chagrined. Rose is smiling like she wants to appear sympathetic but is actually trying not to laugh.
"Figures," Dave mutters, "I get the homicidal little shit who tries to gore me the second it can stand upright, and she gets the snooty tea-drinker."
Wow is it hard to keep appropriately watchful, and as a Seer Kankri might have planned for exactly that. Argh.
But when Rose leans in and offers her cut wrist, Kankri laps, delicately. (The tip of his tail is shivering.)
"Tell me your Name."
"I shall, insofar as you agree to review our terms and conditions and, if a reasonable being might find issue, renegotiate any and all of your terms and conditions before any and all use thereof."
Karkat lets out a loud, rattling growl. "For fuck's sake! Are you trying to delay having to come out and face me?"
Kankri turns to look at Karkat over his shoulder, and unsurprisingly enough his face is ... Dave wants to say identical, but their expressions are different enough to change a lot.
They're both much too pretty for their own good, at the very least. Also, red eyes, only Kankri's are heavy-lidded with false boredom.
"Please do not display any more comprehension issues than you possess in truth, that is disingenuous to the extreme."
"Wow," Dave says, "nice backhand there." Karkat is stiff with offense; he takes a few steps closer to the circle, wings spread in threat. Tiny, adorable, not even arm's length wings. Tiny stubby bobtail.
Kankri flicks the whip end of his ridiculously long tail once, deliberately, and curls it back around himself. Dave pats his demon's closest horn.
"There, there, bigger just means more areas to target."
Especially since for a third of its length Kankri's tail is only armored on top. The underside is the same velvety-soft as Karkat's.
"Did he just condition giving his name on the ability to negotiate all of his terms of binding?" Dirk is asking Rose, sounding borderline impressed.
Rose nods, smiling. Shit, they're going to be here hours.
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They are.
One hour, forty-seven minutes, Damara tells him when pressed. Not hours more than one. You whine. Annoyance. Let me go.
We agreed you'd stay as long as I might need you. If you leave early, I'm not paying you.
She sneers at him inside his head, but she stays. Dave stretches his legs one after the other along one of the sides of the circle, ass on the floor, careful not to breach it. He wishes he could check his feeds -- even in the middle of the night there'd have to be someone awake -- but this close to an active circle that just ain't happening.
Karkat is once again cat-loafing it, though this time he has oozed as close to the circle as he could without touching anything. When Dave leans back on his hands, his elbow touches Karkat's shoulder.
"Funny you're not trying to interrupt, I thought you'd be yelling at him to hurry up way before this."
Karkat snorts, without looking at him. "Why would I interfere with his negotiations? There'll be time to fight later."
Dave grumbles. He was hoping for some support there. Fff.
And here they go again with Kankri trying to get Rose to keep being "chaste in deed, if not in thought" and Rose basically being all Rosingly "HAHAHAno." He'll have to ask if Kankri gave her his price in the end, because if she doesn't intend to keep -- urgh, things he did not need to think about his twin sister, number 157789 -- "seeking for herself or offering others no sexual pleasure of her own will, alone or assisted" then he's not sure how she'll feed him. Kankri won't be interested in Karkat's diet, that's for sure, and sexual frustration is, while apparently more of a constant low-level thing, far less potent than an actual orgasm.
So Rose must have Kankri's price. But he still wants her celibate. Yeah, good luck with that one. Dave's brain shies away from visualizing (twin sister!) but he tries to imagine being forbidden to spank the monkey -- whether he comes or not -- for months on end, and... "Wow, they'd have found me dead of demon with my dick in hand about three weeks in, tops."
"Do I even want to know. Hint, the answer is no. The answer is always no. Unless it's hell fucking no, I will go take a luxurious bath in a tub of oil first and carelessly toss a dozen lit matches if you push it, and also no."
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Just wanted to say I'm really happy for you that you've been able to write so much!!! I'm sorry I haven't read any of your Homestuck stuff I just... can't seem to get into Homestuck. But I love your writing, so maybe someday...
Hope all is well with you otherwise!