monthly word count - June
TOTAL: 25 387 WORDS.
FINALLY A CORRECT WORD COUNT. >:O *pats demon patrol, pats BT* good boys.
POSTED
-BATTLEFIELD TERRA CHAPTER EIGHT FUCK YEEEEEEEEEESSSS (2 062 words)
-Battlefield Terra: Dad Egbert during chapter, uh, five? Six? (363 words)
-Crash Standing: Bro POV during the pirates scene (625 words)
-Battlefield Terra: Jack Noir and the Midnight Crew (514 words)
-30th Century sequel ficlet: cats (475 words)
-Crash Standing: prequel ficlet, Byrd POV (161 words)
-Arranged Marriage Knights DaveKat AU: Slick & Crow silliness (855 words)
-Arranged Marriage Knights DaveKat AU: Page of Heart (3 749 words)
-Sunlightverse: Three silly drabbles ( Nep&Eq, Sollux&Terezi, Terezi&Aradia) (513 words) (lost in my tumblr and too small to link separately so i will be reposting them with the teasers)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: Jane, Dad, Grand Highblood (1 063 words)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: Karkat, Jade, Dave (526 words)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: Gamzee, Roxy (1 073 words)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: John, Vriska (1 629 words)
-Covalent 'verse, Vriska and John's first chatlog (536 words)
WIP
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol chapter 23 (11 098 words) (complete, just needs betaing!!!)
-Girl Genius: attempt at an OC jaeger and townie fic that hasn't worked out yet (151 words)
and uh
nothing else??? i posted everything????? wow. okay cool.
... but first, three sunlightverse drabbles.
--
sionnachsskulk said: Sunlightverse prompts! Yay! Meowrails (Equius and Nepeta) on divinity, worship, and needing towels.
They don't even try all that hard to make this temple appealing to cats, Equius cannot help but notice.
Yet right here on the icy marble lap of the crouching Huntress a small four-eyed beast has given birth to six drenched, crawling, furry slugs.
Nepeta is caressing the mother, whispering to her how brave and good and strong she was, and that the bleeding will stop soon, and they will all be strong and gorgeous. Equius picks up the kittens one by one to dry them, so ridiculously small and puny they look lost in his palms, and slides them in the nest of his newest, fluffiest towels that he arranged on Statue Nepeta's lap.
Neither of them pays much overt attention to the people gathering behind them and gaping, though whenever he gets too nervous at being observed and has to still for fear of hurting one of the tiny beasts Nepeta flashes him little looks and secret smiles. The kittens at least will all end up with good homes, if that is what they decide they want when they're of an age to make their own way, and that is good enough.
Anonymous said: Sunlightverse prompt: Aradia and Terezi. They go off to meet some of the natives, and find that one of the villages has taken up sacrificing their people to Aradia. Stop them, or throw the BEST corpse party?
-- apocalypseArisen [AA] started trolling gallowsCalibrator [GC] --
AA: i know it looks pretty bad
GC: 4 F41R UND3RST4T3M3NT!
AA: but they make that fruit juice you like with the fizzy technicolor thing
AA: and to be fair theyre only killing the super old ones who are pretty bored waiting for me already
GC: TH4T WOULD ONLY CH4NG3 TH3 L3NGTH OF TH3 ROP3 TO B3 HON3ST
AA: yeah i figured
AA: so hey
AA: what if we had the party first and THEN you arrest them ??
GC: ...
GC: YOU M4K3 FOR 4 R3PULS1V3LY COMP3LL1NG 4RGUM3NT
AA: haha i know right
AA: so you coming or...??
GC: >:[
GC: ONLY 1F YOU L3T M3 B3 1NCOGN1TO
stheere said: Sollux doesn't really know what to do with his followers. Terezi offers "advice".
TA: no, ii’m pretty 2ure ii have the mo2t u2eless 2et
TA: my people are apparently apiiarii2t2 and mathematiiciians, you tell me what ii’m suppo2ed two do wiith them!
TA: MATHEMATIICIIANS WANT TWO BE LEFT THE FUCK ALONE WIITH THEIIR MATH
TA: ... and ii’m rea2onably 2ure that 2o do apiiarii2sts, only with bee2 iin2tead of number2.
GC: 3NCOUR4G3 TH3M TO D3V3LOP D3L1C1OUS R41NBOW V4R13T13S OF HON3Y
TA: groan.
GC: 4ND RUB 1T 4LL OV3R YOUR NUB1L3 BODY FOR YOUR WORSH1PP3RS TO L1CK OFF
TA: ...
TA: ......
TA: are you makiing a pa22 at me, becau2e ii 2wear iif you waggle your eyebrow2 my way and pull out one of my medal2 ii wiill fliip a whole me2a wiith my braiin.
GC: 4ND TH3N YOU W1LL S4Y “OK4Y, WHY NOT”?
TA: oh, you know what, why n
TA: you know, ii thiink ii COULD grow two hate you a liittle
GC: H3H3H3H3H3 >:] <3<
GC: JUST K1DD1NG >;]
GC: 4LT3RN4T3LY SO TH4T TH1S ST4YS 4PPROPR14T3LY P3RV3RT3DLY OUTQU4DR4NT YOU COULD 1NV1T3 F3F3R1 TO COM3 4ND H3LP M3 T4ST3-T3ST
GC: MY D1G3ST1ON POUCH 4L4S DO3S NOT M4TCH MY SPL3ND1F3ROUS TONGU3
TA: ........
TA: okay, fiine, 2old liike a gemiinii at a space2hiip conventiion
--
Midnight on the Demon Patrol
--
It's not a bad explosion, as those things get. Blows the shit out of his hinges, and makes the panels shudder and fall out of alignment like a linebacker rammed them, but it's a foot that finishes the job of knocking the door down.
His gun is -- stupidly -- all the way downstairs in the gun safe by the door. It's out of reach the second the first man rushes through -- a huge wall of a man, square and meaty -- and then the second man comes in on his heels and Dave gives it up for lost.
Under him Karkat starts snarling, steps forward to meet the threat, but there's a machine gun in the first man's hands and Dave can see nothing but the confettied mess it would make of his non-shelled face.
"Get out of here!" he yells, and shoves the half-open windowpane out of his way and swings himself out and onto the ancient straight ladder bolted to the outside wall.
Two men on the fire escape's last landing, just under him; he hears glass breaking. One of them looks up, gun up --
Aradia rushes through him with barely a thought; the gun jams, trigger frozen in time. Dave beats Olympic records of ladder-climbing.
"Follow me!" he shouts with the breath he has to spare -- not loud, but he grabs onto Karkat's Name and refuses to let go. Get out get out Karkat has to get out fucking shit oh Jesus Dave just abandoned him -- roof's edge, heaves himself up, scrambles for the corner (almost slips but no time to slip so he freezes the sole of his shoe in place until his momentum has taken him away, a flicker of a spell and then gone.)
He hides behind the slope of his roof and goes for his back pocket and his phone and he left it on the couch.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Latula will be here if he needs her but against physical assaults she's useless. He tries to concentrate on Damara -- Jesus bitching shit they're breaking his windows some more, he can hear fighting in there, what's going on? He has no weapon to save Karkat. He needs a fucking weapon stat.
Damara gives him the equivalent of a busy ringtone. Shit.
He belly crawls around the slope, tugs and yanks onto random tiles trying to pull one out, peeks over the edge.
Visualizing what's going on inside his apartment just from the noise is almost impossible, but he strains. There haven't been more shots yet. The struggling noises start sounding closer, like they're fighting on the mezzanine ladder.
There's a guy left on the fire escape to guard it, a tall, stooping guy with what Dave is suddenly certain will be a gigantic underbite, courtesy of a pistol-whipping in the face some years past. Trace.
It's the Felt.
A heavy thud on the wooden floor, screeching glass, Karkat's inhuman snarls.
Dave grabs onto the dark ruins and lava of his Name and visualizes him coming out through the lower window, and then he drops his brick right on Trace's head.
Karkat bulldozes through what's left of the glass, rattling like a pressure cooker about to explode. The Felt is wobbling, a hand pressed against his bleeding scalp, gun wavering. Dave hisses, "Up!"
The ladder doesn't go all the way down to where Karkat is. Karkat solves that problem by leaping as high as he can and sinking his claws in the brick. Dave yanks another tile out and chucks it at some asshole trying to peek out from the mezzanine.
They don't want to kill Karkat, he tells himself with his heart in his mouth, they didn't shoot him earlier inside, they don't want that.
Karkat lizards his way to the ladder and climbs, and Dave retreats fast so he has the space to climb on the roof.
They came here that time, feels like a century ago, but it was mid-day; now it's nighttime, with only the sodium lamps in the streets underneath to halo the way with faint yellow. He drops over the edge onto the lower, flat cement and gravel roof under there; he's already hearing the ladder rattle behind them.
They have to cross the whole expanse of it before they can jump over to the next roof. He gets ready to dash.
Karkat lands beside him like a sack of potatoes and Dave blinks at him -- he's holding his cell phone in his mouth. "I need fucking pockets!" he snarls as he thumbs through his phone, clicks something, and lobs it at Dave.
Oh. The panic button app. Good demon, best friend. Dave shoves the phone in his pocket and they take off running.
"Dented the fucking casing -- was brand new--"
They're in the middle of the roof when a flash of light arcs overhead and blinds them when it comes crashing down onto the roof. Dave blinks spots out of his eyes and oh. Oh, fuck. One of the spots slowly resolves into three men, a small, blond, smiling one in the middle. The other two have him by the shoulders.
Okay. Something of Light. Probably Heir. That's Clover, alright. He's going to be a pain in the ass. More or less than Machine gun Guy guy, though, Dave can't tell yet.
Dave steps back, slightly to the side. They can't climb back to the apartment from here, even if it wasn't taken over by the enemy. The ground is far enough on this side that he'll break a leg at best. But there's traffic in the street, not a lot but enough to deter them. He hopes.
A quick, squinting glance confirms that the last two assailants are set up on his apartment's slanted roof in prime sniping positions. Fucking -- argh. This isn't fair, it was supposed to be a cuddly domestic evening, it shouldn't be allowed.
"So I notice you guys haven't shot us down yet," he says casually, still stepping slooowly back toward the edge of the roof and trying to decide if there's any way out that isn't a straight-up jump over the edge. Jane or Jade won't let him become a paraplegic, but they can do jack shit if he dies of internal bleeding or head trauma before they get here.
"We care jack shit about you," the guy with the machine gun -- what's his nick again, Dave can't even remember his real name right now -- replies. It's hard to tell in the dark but Dave feels like his eyes are on Karkat.
"So then what--"
"Hey. You. Demon."
Karkat rattles his spines, teeth gritted. Dave tries to remember the schematics of the guy's weapon, all the weapons he got to see, to jam them with the least effort, the smallest moving piece. (The thing with Aradia's magic is it won't stay jammed indefinitely either. He'll have to time it just right.)
"Dead is second best after captured," Machine gun tells Karkat, "so we don't want to kill you that hard. But if you don't come along nicely we'll just shoot him in the head."
And then both Dave and Karkat will die.
FINALLY A CORRECT WORD COUNT. >:O *pats demon patrol, pats BT* good boys.
POSTED
-BATTLEFIELD TERRA CHAPTER EIGHT FUCK YEEEEEEEEEESSSS (2 062 words)
-Battlefield Terra: Dad Egbert during chapter, uh, five? Six? (363 words)
-Crash Standing: Bro POV during the pirates scene (625 words)
-Battlefield Terra: Jack Noir and the Midnight Crew (514 words)
-30th Century sequel ficlet: cats (475 words)
-Crash Standing: prequel ficlet, Byrd POV (161 words)
-Arranged Marriage Knights DaveKat AU: Slick & Crow silliness (855 words)
-Arranged Marriage Knights DaveKat AU: Page of Heart (3 749 words)
-Sunlightverse: Three silly drabbles ( Nep&Eq, Sollux&Terezi, Terezi&Aradia) (513 words) (lost in my tumblr and too small to link separately so i will be reposting them with the teasers)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: Jane, Dad, Grand Highblood (1 063 words)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: Karkat, Jade, Dave (526 words)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: Gamzee, Roxy (1 073 words)
-Sunlightverse: Babies: John, Vriska (1 629 words)
-Covalent 'verse, Vriska and John's first chatlog (536 words)
WIP
-Midnight on the Demon Patrol chapter 23 (11 098 words) (complete, just needs betaing!!!)
-Girl Genius: attempt at an OC jaeger and townie fic that hasn't worked out yet (151 words)
and uh
nothing else??? i posted everything????? wow. okay cool.
... but first, three sunlightverse drabbles.
--
sionnachsskulk said: Sunlightverse prompts! Yay! Meowrails (Equius and Nepeta) on divinity, worship, and needing towels.
They don't even try all that hard to make this temple appealing to cats, Equius cannot help but notice.
Yet right here on the icy marble lap of the crouching Huntress a small four-eyed beast has given birth to six drenched, crawling, furry slugs.
Nepeta is caressing the mother, whispering to her how brave and good and strong she was, and that the bleeding will stop soon, and they will all be strong and gorgeous. Equius picks up the kittens one by one to dry them, so ridiculously small and puny they look lost in his palms, and slides them in the nest of his newest, fluffiest towels that he arranged on Statue Nepeta's lap.
Neither of them pays much overt attention to the people gathering behind them and gaping, though whenever he gets too nervous at being observed and has to still for fear of hurting one of the tiny beasts Nepeta flashes him little looks and secret smiles. The kittens at least will all end up with good homes, if that is what they decide they want when they're of an age to make their own way, and that is good enough.
Anonymous said: Sunlightverse prompt: Aradia and Terezi. They go off to meet some of the natives, and find that one of the villages has taken up sacrificing their people to Aradia. Stop them, or throw the BEST corpse party?
-- apocalypseArisen [AA] started trolling gallowsCalibrator [GC] --
AA: i know it looks pretty bad
GC: 4 F41R UND3RST4T3M3NT!
AA: but they make that fruit juice you like with the fizzy technicolor thing
AA: and to be fair theyre only killing the super old ones who are pretty bored waiting for me already
GC: TH4T WOULD ONLY CH4NG3 TH3 L3NGTH OF TH3 ROP3 TO B3 HON3ST
AA: yeah i figured
AA: so hey
AA: what if we had the party first and THEN you arrest them ??
GC: ...
GC: YOU M4K3 FOR 4 R3PULS1V3LY COMP3LL1NG 4RGUM3NT
AA: haha i know right
AA: so you coming or...??
GC: >:[
GC: ONLY 1F YOU L3T M3 B3 1NCOGN1TO
stheere said: Sollux doesn't really know what to do with his followers. Terezi offers "advice".
TA: no, ii’m pretty 2ure ii have the mo2t u2eless 2et
TA: my people are apparently apiiarii2t2 and mathematiiciians, you tell me what ii’m suppo2ed two do wiith them!
TA: MATHEMATIICIIANS WANT TWO BE LEFT THE FUCK ALONE WIITH THEIIR MATH
TA: ... and ii’m rea2onably 2ure that 2o do apiiarii2sts, only with bee2 iin2tead of number2.
GC: 3NCOUR4G3 TH3M TO D3V3LOP D3L1C1OUS R41NBOW V4R13T13S OF HON3Y
TA: groan.
GC: 4ND RUB 1T 4LL OV3R YOUR NUB1L3 BODY FOR YOUR WORSH1PP3RS TO L1CK OFF
TA: ...
TA: ......
TA: are you makiing a pa22 at me, becau2e ii 2wear iif you waggle your eyebrow2 my way and pull out one of my medal2 ii wiill fliip a whole me2a wiith my braiin.
GC: 4ND TH3N YOU W1LL S4Y “OK4Y, WHY NOT”?
TA: oh, you know what, why n
TA: you know, ii thiink ii COULD grow two hate you a liittle
GC: H3H3H3H3H3 >:] <3<
GC: JUST K1DD1NG >;]
GC: 4LT3RN4T3LY SO TH4T TH1S ST4YS 4PPROPR14T3LY P3RV3RT3DLY OUTQU4DR4NT YOU COULD 1NV1T3 F3F3R1 TO COM3 4ND H3LP M3 T4ST3-T3ST
GC: MY D1G3ST1ON POUCH 4L4S DO3S NOT M4TCH MY SPL3ND1F3ROUS TONGU3
TA: ........
TA: okay, fiine, 2old liike a gemiinii at a space2hiip conventiion
--
Midnight on the Demon Patrol
--
It's not a bad explosion, as those things get. Blows the shit out of his hinges, and makes the panels shudder and fall out of alignment like a linebacker rammed them, but it's a foot that finishes the job of knocking the door down.
His gun is -- stupidly -- all the way downstairs in the gun safe by the door. It's out of reach the second the first man rushes through -- a huge wall of a man, square and meaty -- and then the second man comes in on his heels and Dave gives it up for lost.
Under him Karkat starts snarling, steps forward to meet the threat, but there's a machine gun in the first man's hands and Dave can see nothing but the confettied mess it would make of his non-shelled face.
"Get out of here!" he yells, and shoves the half-open windowpane out of his way and swings himself out and onto the ancient straight ladder bolted to the outside wall.
Two men on the fire escape's last landing, just under him; he hears glass breaking. One of them looks up, gun up --
Aradia rushes through him with barely a thought; the gun jams, trigger frozen in time. Dave beats Olympic records of ladder-climbing.
"Follow me!" he shouts with the breath he has to spare -- not loud, but he grabs onto Karkat's Name and refuses to let go. Get out get out Karkat has to get out fucking shit oh Jesus Dave just abandoned him -- roof's edge, heaves himself up, scrambles for the corner (almost slips but no time to slip so he freezes the sole of his shoe in place until his momentum has taken him away, a flicker of a spell and then gone.)
He hides behind the slope of his roof and goes for his back pocket and his phone and he left it on the couch.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Latula will be here if he needs her but against physical assaults she's useless. He tries to concentrate on Damara -- Jesus bitching shit they're breaking his windows some more, he can hear fighting in there, what's going on? He has no weapon to save Karkat. He needs a fucking weapon stat.
Damara gives him the equivalent of a busy ringtone. Shit.
He belly crawls around the slope, tugs and yanks onto random tiles trying to pull one out, peeks over the edge.
Visualizing what's going on inside his apartment just from the noise is almost impossible, but he strains. There haven't been more shots yet. The struggling noises start sounding closer, like they're fighting on the mezzanine ladder.
There's a guy left on the fire escape to guard it, a tall, stooping guy with what Dave is suddenly certain will be a gigantic underbite, courtesy of a pistol-whipping in the face some years past. Trace.
It's the Felt.
A heavy thud on the wooden floor, screeching glass, Karkat's inhuman snarls.
Dave grabs onto the dark ruins and lava of his Name and visualizes him coming out through the lower window, and then he drops his brick right on Trace's head.
Karkat bulldozes through what's left of the glass, rattling like a pressure cooker about to explode. The Felt is wobbling, a hand pressed against his bleeding scalp, gun wavering. Dave hisses, "Up!"
The ladder doesn't go all the way down to where Karkat is. Karkat solves that problem by leaping as high as he can and sinking his claws in the brick. Dave yanks another tile out and chucks it at some asshole trying to peek out from the mezzanine.
They don't want to kill Karkat, he tells himself with his heart in his mouth, they didn't shoot him earlier inside, they don't want that.
Karkat lizards his way to the ladder and climbs, and Dave retreats fast so he has the space to climb on the roof.
They came here that time, feels like a century ago, but it was mid-day; now it's nighttime, with only the sodium lamps in the streets underneath to halo the way with faint yellow. He drops over the edge onto the lower, flat cement and gravel roof under there; he's already hearing the ladder rattle behind them.
They have to cross the whole expanse of it before they can jump over to the next roof. He gets ready to dash.
Karkat lands beside him like a sack of potatoes and Dave blinks at him -- he's holding his cell phone in his mouth. "I need fucking pockets!" he snarls as he thumbs through his phone, clicks something, and lobs it at Dave.
Oh. The panic button app. Good demon, best friend. Dave shoves the phone in his pocket and they take off running.
"Dented the fucking casing -- was brand new--"
They're in the middle of the roof when a flash of light arcs overhead and blinds them when it comes crashing down onto the roof. Dave blinks spots out of his eyes and oh. Oh, fuck. One of the spots slowly resolves into three men, a small, blond, smiling one in the middle. The other two have him by the shoulders.
Okay. Something of Light. Probably Heir. That's Clover, alright. He's going to be a pain in the ass. More or less than Machine gun Guy guy, though, Dave can't tell yet.
Dave steps back, slightly to the side. They can't climb back to the apartment from here, even if it wasn't taken over by the enemy. The ground is far enough on this side that he'll break a leg at best. But there's traffic in the street, not a lot but enough to deter them. He hopes.
A quick, squinting glance confirms that the last two assailants are set up on his apartment's slanted roof in prime sniping positions. Fucking -- argh. This isn't fair, it was supposed to be a cuddly domestic evening, it shouldn't be allowed.
"So I notice you guys haven't shot us down yet," he says casually, still stepping slooowly back toward the edge of the roof and trying to decide if there's any way out that isn't a straight-up jump over the edge. Jane or Jade won't let him become a paraplegic, but they can do jack shit if he dies of internal bleeding or head trauma before they get here.
"We care jack shit about you," the guy with the machine gun -- what's his nick again, Dave can't even remember his real name right now -- replies. It's hard to tell in the dark but Dave feels like his eyes are on Karkat.
"So then what--"
"Hey. You. Demon."
Karkat rattles his spines, teeth gritted. Dave tries to remember the schematics of the guy's weapon, all the weapons he got to see, to jam them with the least effort, the smallest moving piece. (The thing with Aradia's magic is it won't stay jammed indefinitely either. He'll have to time it just right.)
"Dead is second best after captured," Machine gun tells Karkat, "so we don't want to kill you that hard. But if you don't come along nicely we'll just shoot him in the head."
And then both Dave and Karkat will die.