kjata: homestuck (we are the goon squad)
14/8/2017 wordcount: 1,574

1.3k was on Kylux RBB and 224 put on a Stony Trumps Hate fill. Would've pressed to force work on my fandom5k continuation, but had to take benadryl to keep my eyeballs in their sockets and that basically killed me for the day. Still managed to get the work done before it knocked me on my ass, though, so hurrah for being up really fucking early because of drama going on outside, I guess?

The fandom5k words is supposed to be my carrot-and-stick. If I get at least a small chunk done on each of my commitment areas-- which right now is the Kylux RBB and the first of my STH fills-- then I will allow myself to put as much work as I can on a project that has no expectations or anxiety attached to it. *pets that story* Yes, yessssss. So good to me, yesss.


From a narrative standpoint, Telltale's The Walking Dead is a lazyass story full of contrived devices that entirely rely on ~~zombies to bring on the drama. I'm not going to give a shit about your characters if the only personal point you give before they die is that they're scared, and then after they're gone you reveal that oh, one of the survivors ~liked~ them. Big whoop, that's been done to death before in everything from soap operas to war dramas you fuckheads.

I'll finish the game because I give a shit about my perfect game score on Steam, but that's the only reason. It's gonna be like pulling teeth, and though my hatred of the comic has died down over the years, it's certainly being rekindled now.


Zuul was making noises last night that he needed to go to the bathroom, so I walked him on a leash out into the pitch so he'd have a chance to not fuck up my kitchen floor. Of course what he really wanted to do was chase desert frogs that are popping up due to all the rain.

Took him back inside after twenty minutes of dicking around, and Tidbit lost her shit. I think she thought I'd taken him away forever or something, because for the rest of the night she placed herself bodily between myself and him at all angles, and if I tried to touch him she'd get up and knock my hand away. HE'S HER DOGGO, NO TOUCHY.

This shit isn't funny, except how it totally is :3
kjata: (flaming a coolly bell)
11/6/2017 wordcount: 2,041

all of that on my Kylux reverse bang, because life has been an absolute shitshow since wednesday and I only calmed down enough today to get back to it. and tomorrow will be monday, so i'll be back to freaking the fuck out as soon as the sun's up, most likely.

at least the hockey was good. i was so fucking certain they were going to go into overtime but NOPE, two goals at the end there, like just one wasn't good enough to win, they had to emphasize it. now i can go back to pretending hockey doesn't exist until the next playoffs start, ahahah /bad fan
kjata: (vidi in ampulla pendere)
24/5/2017 wordcount: 259

...eh. I've done worse. Done better, too, but deffo done a lot worse.


[community profile] treatyoselfcomm exchange is now open for sign-ups. It's designed so that you're writing for yourself, but with a deadline and an assigned cheerleader to get you to finish it. No penalty for dropping out apparently, but I like the concept so I signed up.

This is turning into another Summer of Kylux for me. There will be some Steve/Tony mixed in, but all my deadlines outside of the STH auction are Kylux-related now.

(except for the Not Prime Time fic, but shhhh, not allowed to talk about that one.)
kjata: hellboy (apollo bows to the superior throne;)
No words today cos bleargh, puke, etc etc etc.

deadlines for the rest of the summer so far. )


HOW TO PROCRASTINATE, by grue, age 28

10 cast about something to do on reddit/dw/twitter
20 look up table flipping emoji
30 find table flipping emoji. see: (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
40 look up table fixing emoji.
50 find table fixing emoji. see: ┬─┬ノ(ಠ_ಠノ)
60 queue a million HOGs on Steam for binge-play in June.
70 check stony trumps hate tumblr; "like" all auction posts made live since last loading (three hrs ago)
80 open scrivener of any on-going projects with hardened resolve.
90 close scrivener of any on-going projects in abject defeat.
100 GOTO 10
kjata: (now when the purple morn had chas’d away)
The last few days has been fighting through the urge to vomit and mostly failing. What I'm bemused by at the moment is that when I'm so depressed it's like sitting at the bottom of a well in the dead of night with no ladder in sight, I hardly have any migraines at all-- but right now I'm middling in my mood and I might get three or four days a month if I'm lucky where my head doesn't feel like if I look at something the wrong way my eyes will pop out of my skull and brain will leak from my nostrils.

Oh well, that's life. Doing a bit better today, but I spent the entirety of yesterday sleeping off and on, so that probably had something to do with it.


Deleted my everywoman sign-up and told the mods of Stony Trumps Hate to put up two winnable slots on each of my offers. With my head pinging like this, and the June 23rd deadline for everywoman that is apparently in place, I figure I'll have an easier time writing Steve/Tony for charity than freaking over doing justice for a recipient in an exchange. Anyone who bids on my offers in the auction will know what they're getting into beforehand, there's less pressure there.

(Bidding starts on the 21st, btw, and there are a shitload of excellent writers and artists offering their services in exchange for striking a blow against the shit Trump is perpetuating in the world right now, so if you're into Steve/Tony maybe have a look?)


Drinking flat Monster to try for some energy and focus so I can write today. Have a Not Prime Time fic, the Love Trumps Hate fic, and three addtnl chapters of my pinch hit to work on. All those scrivener files are open on the toolbar, staring at me. Mocking meeeeeee. Shit god damn.
kjata: muppets (only time will tell if i'll allow)
12/5/2017 wordcount: 725

My pinch hit goes live tonight, so I'm biting my nails a full twelve hours beforehand ofc. Three more chapters are outlined to tag on after they're fully written, and I guess that is when I'll bother posting the link here. So not immediately after my name is attached to the work-- which is the 20th?-- but some indefinite point in the future when the story is done beyond a clumsy one-shot wrap-up.

And there's going to be a separate story follow-up to that, also, because I can't leave well enough alone. Oh well, I wanted to write original work for MYWYN this year, and though it's a bit late to start I might as well steady on. Though hopefully this story won't take 80k to tell in total. That would be a bit overkill even for me.


Mother is in ER. This is planned, her nephrologist told her if the antibiotics don't make her feel SUPER GREAT BETTER by today then she was to go to the ER where they will find her a bed and hook her up to an IV with a custom-made drug to attack the infection. But still- she's in the ER, and ugh.

At least this is a different hospital than her usual, because the Doctor moved offices and switched where he has privileges, and so far no one has accused her of faking. Which the last ER doctor did after she had been brought in via ambulance during a stroke.

JFC, the medical community in this country. You get some gems, but most of them are assholes looking to victimise the easy marks :/
kjata: supernatural (stone crumbles. wood rots.)
Have no wordcount to report right now, though I am Working On It, but the on-going projects taking up my brainpower is a MCU one-off that I'm writing on a lark and also my Fandom Trumps Hate Kylux fic. And and and an immediate follow-up to the pinch hit that isn't even public yet, ahahahahahaha sob.

(An example of how I brain: saw a headline that said "One Laser is Enough" and my offended response was "how dare you! you can never have too many lasers!" So now in the aforementioned follow-up story there's a waterlogged cyborg ranting about lasers after the MC accuses it of overkill. As you do.)


The last three days have been a total haze, I don't know what happened. It was hot out and the locusts were being assholes in the tree outside my window? I was passed out and thought I was laying on a metal bar but turns out I was causing a huge bruise on my thigh because I was sleeping on my phone? The Gnomish Overlords demanded tribute, and when I had nothing to give they struck me down into the Abyss?


Alan Wake will be 90% off from the 13th through the 15th, at which time it will cease to be sold, period. They have to renew the music licenses, and since Bowie and Depeche Mode are on the soundtrack, that'll.. probably not happen. So if you want the game, better buy it now!
kjata: mcr ((cos) this ain't a room full of suicide)
5/5 to 8/5/2017 wordcount: 2,057
9/5/2017 wordcount: 4,582

Edited, posted to archive, done \o/

There's my NPT fic to get started on, but I'm gonna take a guilt-free day and rest my brain first.


Changed the brightness level on Bioshock so I can see wtf is going on, and whoom, the anxiety is gone and I can play it now. Currently on the Medical Pavilion level, have already saved/rescued one little sister and trying to find the second. I'm playing on easy and finding Medkits everywhere so there's no stress rn.

(Even on easy I'm sure the medkits are not as plentiful later in the game, but I figure I'll be better at the fight mechanics by then and it won't be a travesty.)


I have a backlog of comments and entries to get to, whoops.
kjata: star wars (mechanized brothels in the)
Star Wars Ep VII: TFA
Poe Dameron/Finn
7k words; T for Teen
Written for the 2017 May The 4th Exchange

There's no pain when Finn wakes up from taking a lightsaber to the back, just a woozy swoop and dip from all the meds in his IV and his first time seeing a Wookie doctor. He's fully cognisant for all of ten minutes before they put him under again, and when they let him wake up this time the entire Resistance has moved house from D'Qar to D'Way.

"You've got to be kidding me," he croaks at some pilot standing there, a short, light-skinned woman wearing long braids who looks like she wants to be anywhere else.

"It was Poe's joke, don't piss on the messenger," she says, then wrinkles her nose in reconsideration. "Or throw your bed pan at me."


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hark! The only time I will (probably) ever write Stormpilot!
kjata: (vidi in ampulla pendere)
1/5/2017 wordcount: 1,388
2/5/2017 wordcount: 2,718

The scrivener for the pinch hit is still open, so unless I start going in circles again I'll probably write more before I sack out.


I only stayed drunk that one night. Found out I really cannot focus while buzzed, and writing is more important than self-medicating through grief, so here I sit. Writing instead of drinking. Booooooo.


Tried Bioshock again last night. Got to where the female splicer hidden in the darkness says "I will wrap you in a sheet..." when I noped out again. Holy crap why does this game freak me out so much???
kjata: panic! at the disco (it's always worried me)
I signed up for Stony Trumps Hate, and you should too!

I have much more confidence about my ability to blitz through deadlines now than I did years ago, so am trying to sign up for more exchanges, auctions, etc, that won't take over my life or take time away from my personal projects. Tried to sign up for a Pinch Hit last night but boooo, I got there too late ):


electrogastrogram now has four kudos on ao3! That's more feedback than when I had it up for sale! AHAHAHAHHAHA no seriously this is funny. I am so not made to do this self-publishing bit, since I fail so hard at promoting myself. Perhaps I should look into seeing about sending books to agents again? But exhaustion says no.

We'll see who wins this round, exhaustion. The war ain't over yet! *seethes*


My day is basically formatting the rest of hooversuck, finally getting the latest issue of Poe Dameron to read because I hear there is MEAT PASTE (cough cough thank you Lynda cough), and if I have the energy for it, poking at that mostly-done Kylux fic I have open to see if I can get it post-ready. It's been too long, Kylux fandom. I am ready to come back home.
kjata: marion cotillard (like two X’s like punched-in eyes)
Meme from [personal profile] used_songs:
List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether). See if there are any patterns. Then, tag your favorite authors.


10 WIPs )

10 already posted fics )


And for a lol bonus cos I'm too lazy to figure out where this would fit in the order of things, the first line of superannuated:
George Cuvier's suit is ruined in the middle of a supermarket.

OMG SO RIVETING.



Uh, so patterns. All except two of the quoted pieces mention the Main Character in the first line, either by name or by direct gender reference (He/She). Most of them are short statements, but that's common with present tense so whatever. Only two begin with dialogue, the rest are character/scenic observations.

I'm too tired to put much more thought into it, but I'm sure this summary of my current comfort zone re: openings will lead so something invaluable in the future.


Not tagging anyone specifically, if the meme interests you then you should totally go for it.
kjata: (hero’s valor acts and birth inspire)
26/4/2017 wordcount: 1,472

IT'S POSTED. My May the 4th fic has been posted, and idk when the reveals are but when my name is attached to it I'll be posting a link here. AHAHAHAHA I'M DONE! DONE!!!!!

My project for the rest of the month is to finish formatting hooversuck so that'll be all posted and done with on ao3 before MYWYN starts. I'll also be poking at various WIPs I've been sitting on to see where I can form a (reasonable) expectation of finishing, but eh, not setting the bar for that terribly high.


Humble Book Bundle: Berkley Breathed Collection. All of Bloom County for $15? Sign! Me! Up!!!

If you haven't read his stuff before, he's one of those cartoonists who used to go after Trump waaaay back in the 80s. And he came out of retirement as soon as Trump got the GOP nomination, so that's uh. One single good thing that came out of that clusterfuck. I guess. Erm...

I haven't read any of his Outland or OPUS strips, so I'm looking forward to getting that downloaded. But yaaaaay, Bloom County!
kjata: pathologic: the marble nest (set before my fellow-mortals a man)
Original Fiction
Gaspar Sra/Lewis Tooley (OMC/OMC)
19k words; E for Explicit
A weird fiction erotic romcom with a side-order of body horror that I wrote almost 3 years ago.

"Temporal diffusion," Gaspar repeats, "then they won't quarantine you."

"I could be contagious," Lewis points out. His voice is rough, like he's been screaming recently. He most likely was. Gaspar would totally scream all over the place if he had laid an egg in the shower and didn't know why.


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kjata: (vidi in ampulla pendere)
22/4/2017 wordcount: 1,438
23/4/2017 wordcount: 700

All of that on my May the 4th fic, which is currently at 5.6k. It should be done a few days before deadline. Yes, it should. IT REALLY REALLY SHOULD. (Trying to convince myself as much as you, here.)


Starting to figure out what to write for MYWYN, since CampNaNo was such a miserable failure this month. The biopunk novel is dead in the water so I better try something (anything) else or it'll just be more of the same.
kjata: (call all philosophy empirical)
original self-published novel
m/m, f/f, m/f pairings
70k words, considerable violence and puking so reader beware
book one in eventual series The City

A superhero who uses the moniker IGUANODON is hit with something like sex pollen while shopping at a grocers. His best friend, the villain CARNIVORA, intervenes by hiring the Mad Scientist Mary-Ann to concoct a cure. Something sinister is going on in the underbelly of The City, and every relatively active Super, Villain, Scientific Adjunct, and Vigilante will be affected.

Someone gets concussed regularly, another makes flamingos explode because he doesn't like them, and one of the Scientific Adjunct scrambles her particles every time she sneezes. All normal happenstance in this town.


buy for $2.99 USD on amazon

kjata: (so rudely forc’d)
Attack the Block
Sam/Moses
8k words; M for Mature; Underage
Written for Yuletide 2016

"I didn't do nothing," Moses blurts before he can stop himself. His pulse is pounding in his ears like it does in a fight. He wishes he had a weapon to defend himself with.

Sam slowly drops her bag from how she was holding it like an over-hand bludgeon. When she bought a new purse she got this hard-sided thing that she can use as a weapon if needed. Pest adores it, but Moses thinks it looks like an ammo box on straps.

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kjata: batman (Default)
Dear Yuletide Author,

Haven't written a letter before, so apologise in advance if it's a wee bit clunky.

HALLO, WRITER. I am grue. I like worldbuilding, crackfic, and maybe worldbuilding crackfic. WAFF is not my jam, neither is total grimdark. If you want to write darkish stuff, please let there be hope at the end so I don't get sad D:

Since I know how crappy it is to force writing via prompts, I try to be as hands-off as possible. If you want to write something, write it! So long as it features the characters I like, I am totally jelly.

Onto my three requests, ha!


Request: Futurama, character Bender Rodriguez

Bender is my favourite character, and so long as you match the tone of the show as well as you are able, I am fine with whatever you'd want to write about him. Coda to an episode, character development, Bender getting a limerick add-on installed just for the lulz, whatever you want.


Request: His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman, characters Serafina Pekkala & Lee Scoresby

The relationship between Serafina and Lee was so intriguing and yet so abruptly over that I would love some development. Fix-it fic where she saves him somehow or just a scene from before where they have some communication would be fine. I'll take anything, there is a severe lack of fic for these two and it. is. HORRIBLE.


Request: Hellboy (movies), character Hellboy

I request Hellboy every year, so if you're assigned this one, HI I LIKE HELLBOY AND WILL TAKE WHATEVER FOR HIM. No preference re: shipping, make him date Liz or date John or be a LONESOME DOVE, idgaf. Not fond of OT3s personally but if you really want to write a particular plot with that I'll read it. I like plot over shenanigans when it comes to the Mignolaverse, so even just a hint of something major going on in the background will make me salivate.


Thank you for writing something for me this Yuletide, and I cannot wait to see what is in store! :D :D :D
kjata: (in my beginning is my end)
Star Wars: The Force Awakens
General Hux/Kylo Ren | Ben Organa Solo
16k words; M for Mature; Graphic Depictions of Violence
Part 2 in a series, what good's a brick to a drowning man.

A Tarkin, a Hutt, and a First Order General walk into a cantina on Nor Shaddaa. We are now taking bets on which of the three get out of there alive.


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kjata: (call all philosophy empirical)
Star Wars: The Force Awakens
General Hux/Kylo Ren | Ben Organa Solo
5k words; M for Mature; Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hux does not wince at the sight of a ragtag gathering of misfits who managed to successfully repel a First Order-sanctioned Planet Acquisition. But he wants to.

"The General of the Resistance will not proceed with negotiations for a ceasefire unless Lord Ren is in attendance," the old Mon Calamari says. Organa is standing just behind his shoulder and glowering at the screen like a raging wall of righteous vengeance. Or like an upset mother.

Hux cants his head a minutiae to the left and surreptitiously eyeballs Phasma. She shakes her head. He flicks his attention back to the holoscreen, grins with all his teeth at Organa's pinched face.

"I'm afraid Lord Ren is currently in medical so a medroid can shove his intestines back into his abdomen. May I take a message?"


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