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monthly word count - october
TOTAL: 6 829 words.
progress...? progress. Progress.
POSTED
-ichigo+his swords/grimmjow silly ABO ficlet (234 words)
-BT 'verse Bro/Noir, aftercare (1 075 words, kinda love this one and have been wanting to write this scene for YEARS. aaahhhh.)
-Karkat Gamzee, pale porn, "You told him WHAT?" (177 words, mneh)
-davekat: Halloween Masquerade Ball (pretty meh) (60 words)
-Girl genius - Tarvek, Anevka, Martellus post-Aaronev murder (495 words)
-Grimmjow ichigo Orihime at the zoo dialogue bit (mehhh) (93 words)
WIP
-Ofic: Plagueconsorts: Dhalion/Immanuel chapter 6 (583 words)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: fullbringers fic (543 words)
-Bleach: Bloodsport chapter 3 (351 words) (have been deleting and sewing back together and generally juggling a lot of awkward things with this fic, but i WILL get past these plot dead ends. i WILL. >:E)
-Bleach: alpha!Ichigo/omega!Grimmjow+his fraccion ABO (>:3) (2 454 words) (I WANT A SERIES OF ALL POSSIBLE COMBOS AND LIKE A DOZEN PAIRINGS AND HAREMS AAAA >:O)
-Bleach: A Beast is in the Heart (psychic wolves AU chapter 5) (579 words)
-Bleach: The soulmates haunting fic! (185 words)
yeah so it was a lot of random ficlets and editing/adding lines here and there on current fic more than advbancing with big scenes, but still. progress was had? i'm okay with it.
-- ((PLAGUE-CONSORTS)) --
"Ever stormed a Casterian lake fortress?" he asked Sirin, eyes roaming the barely wind-wrinkled surface of the water.
"... Not yet."
"Good. Don't, you'll die."
"That is what I heard," she replied dryly. "The water looks so much easier. What is it going to be? A giant squid? Impossible whirlpools? Sudden boiling?"
"Yes."
"Oh, damn you."
"A joke." He made his voice mild as milk. "Boiling the lake would kill the squid."
-- ((DAEMON AU)) --
Down on the riverbank they start to... Not really spar; just move through slowed-down punches and kicks, stopping here and there to ask something, point out something else. No physical contact at all. Sado and the baboon's human are cracking their knuckles at each other like they're planning to actually make contact at some point but there's no way they're going to be using their powers in such an open space, or even more than baseline human strength; it's just going to be a brawl.
"It's like she thinks they'll bite," Yozora says through a sneer, watching the black lioness do her careful, no-touching dance.
Kūgo and Yozora turn away with a quiet snort. The Kurosakis are aware of the power differential -- and they're cautious about it. Humbled. Hah. Pitiful. Kūgo would rather die than keep surviving mutilated like this.
"Or maybe," Kururi says quietly, like she's not sure if she wants to be heard, "maybe she thinks they think she'll bite."
Pfft.
Well, maybe he's even right. And if Kurosaki somehow still thinks he's all that then reminding him of his new place will be even more entertaining. And easier to manipulate.
Arrogance always is.
-- ((BLOODSPORT)) --
"If I don't have your dick in my hand in five seconds I swear to God--"
Kurosaki went still over him; Grimmjow almost yanked him down to bite him in the face out of pure frustration, and then stilled too, caught by the way his eyes had gone distant, distracted.
"... Kurosaki?"
He tilted his head, birdlike. "Are you hungry?"
What the -- he blinked, thrown. Of course he was hungry, but --
--Rustling in the trees, very faint. Animal? What did they have around here? Freaky tooth worms, and what else?
Or one of his squadmates.
"Is it an Arrancar," he asked dryly, to cover up the very real sudden dryness in his throat at the thought of this clusterfuck. Kurosaki had acted pretty diffident about eating Aizen -- but killing and dismembering him? Not a problem. A chase and a battle later and he was probably hungrier now.
"Hm. Three," Kurosaki confirmed absently, and shifted his weight onto his haunches like he was going to move off Grimmjow's crotch to go fetch him breakfast in bed.
Grimmjow almost dug his claws through Kurosaki's hips in his hurry to haul him back on his dick.
-- ((ABO fraccion fic)) --
"... I... don't know you," Kurosaki says slowly, staring at Yylfordt for a moment. Yylfordt watches him back, narrow-eyed and wary but his hands pointedly on the edge of the desk, white-knuckled with tension.
"What about me, huh?"
--Fuck. Di Roy went around him, dodged quick and nasty, and now he's edging up to the bed with his shoulders tense like bricks, like that'll make them seem bigger. Less alpha posturing than advancing on a potential meal-threat, but the way he went and put himself between Kurosaki and Grimmjow is clear enough.
Which, no. He grabs Di Roy by the bandaged part of his mask and yanks him backwards and down onto his ass.
"Hey, you're -- whoa!" Kurosaki moves to the edge of the mattress, puts one foot on the ground, leaning forward like he's not sure if he wants to loom over Di Roy's sprawled body or stay back from Grimmjow. He glances up at Grimmjow, frowning; stands, straightens up, shoulders squared. "Okay, you didn't have to do that, but thanks, I guess."
Another look at Di Roy and his frown turns more baffled.
"Aren't you the guy that Rukia... Aren't you dead?"
"It's a long fucking story that we'll tell you at leisure, Kurosaki, only I still need a fucking favor before whoever that is lurking behind the door decides to jump in."
He's already being way too agreeable as it is -- is he that sure of his power? Grimmjow guesses that when you have taken down an actual demigod you can probably feel secure about sleeping weaponless and getting your den invaded by potentially hungry hollows, but fuck. It's humiliating.
--((bleach psychic wolves))--
Pantera snorted, started licking at her paw with a casual air of disinterest. Blood-and-entrails-and-shit is not anyone's pack, she threw out, along with echoes of memories of -- ugh. Her first litter by Fornicaràs.
"--Grimmjow?"
He startled. "What?" Ichigo was staring at him; Grimmjow furrowed his brow, tried to make it forbidding enough to -- had he made a weird face?
Your face did nothing. Rain-on-slick-glass-and-pavement hears/feels well.
... I'mma make a dapper fur rug out of that son of a bitch someday soon.
Tuxedo rolled out the very tip of his tongue in canine amusement. Grimmjow curled up his lip at him.
progress...? progress. Progress.
POSTED
-ichigo+his swords/grimmjow silly ABO ficlet (234 words)
-BT 'verse Bro/Noir, aftercare (1 075 words, kinda love this one and have been wanting to write this scene for YEARS. aaahhhh.)
-Karkat Gamzee, pale porn, "You told him WHAT?" (177 words, mneh)
-davekat: Halloween Masquerade Ball (pretty meh) (60 words)
-Girl genius - Tarvek, Anevka, Martellus post-Aaronev murder (495 words)
-Grimmjow ichigo Orihime at the zoo dialogue bit (mehhh) (93 words)
WIP
-Ofic: Plagueconsorts: Dhalion/Immanuel chapter 6 (583 words)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: fullbringers fic (543 words)
-Bleach: Bloodsport chapter 3 (351 words) (have been deleting and sewing back together and generally juggling a lot of awkward things with this fic, but i WILL get past these plot dead ends. i WILL. >:E)
-Bleach: alpha!Ichigo/omega!Grimmjow+his fraccion ABO (>:3) (2 454 words) (I WANT A SERIES OF ALL POSSIBLE COMBOS AND LIKE A DOZEN PAIRINGS AND HAREMS AAAA >:O)
-Bleach: A Beast is in the Heart (psychic wolves AU chapter 5) (579 words)
-Bleach: The soulmates haunting fic! (185 words)
yeah so it was a lot of random ficlets and editing/adding lines here and there on current fic more than advbancing with big scenes, but still. progress was had? i'm okay with it.
-- ((PLAGUE-CONSORTS)) --
"Ever stormed a Casterian lake fortress?" he asked Sirin, eyes roaming the barely wind-wrinkled surface of the water.
"... Not yet."
"Good. Don't, you'll die."
"That is what I heard," she replied dryly. "The water looks so much easier. What is it going to be? A giant squid? Impossible whirlpools? Sudden boiling?"
"Yes."
"Oh, damn you."
"A joke." He made his voice mild as milk. "Boiling the lake would kill the squid."
-- ((DAEMON AU)) --
Down on the riverbank they start to... Not really spar; just move through slowed-down punches and kicks, stopping here and there to ask something, point out something else. No physical contact at all. Sado and the baboon's human are cracking their knuckles at each other like they're planning to actually make contact at some point but there's no way they're going to be using their powers in such an open space, or even more than baseline human strength; it's just going to be a brawl.
"It's like she thinks they'll bite," Yozora says through a sneer, watching the black lioness do her careful, no-touching dance.
Kūgo and Yozora turn away with a quiet snort. The Kurosakis are aware of the power differential -- and they're cautious about it. Humbled. Hah. Pitiful. Kūgo would rather die than keep surviving mutilated like this.
"Or maybe," Kururi says quietly, like she's not sure if she wants to be heard, "maybe she thinks they think she'll bite."
Pfft.
Well, maybe he's even right. And if Kurosaki somehow still thinks he's all that then reminding him of his new place will be even more entertaining. And easier to manipulate.
Arrogance always is.
-- ((BLOODSPORT)) --
"If I don't have your dick in my hand in five seconds I swear to God--"
Kurosaki went still over him; Grimmjow almost yanked him down to bite him in the face out of pure frustration, and then stilled too, caught by the way his eyes had gone distant, distracted.
"... Kurosaki?"
He tilted his head, birdlike. "Are you hungry?"
What the -- he blinked, thrown. Of course he was hungry, but --
--Rustling in the trees, very faint. Animal? What did they have around here? Freaky tooth worms, and what else?
Or one of his squadmates.
"Is it an Arrancar," he asked dryly, to cover up the very real sudden dryness in his throat at the thought of this clusterfuck. Kurosaki had acted pretty diffident about eating Aizen -- but killing and dismembering him? Not a problem. A chase and a battle later and he was probably hungrier now.
"Hm. Three," Kurosaki confirmed absently, and shifted his weight onto his haunches like he was going to move off Grimmjow's crotch to go fetch him breakfast in bed.
Grimmjow almost dug his claws through Kurosaki's hips in his hurry to haul him back on his dick.
-- ((ABO fraccion fic)) --
"... I... don't know you," Kurosaki says slowly, staring at Yylfordt for a moment. Yylfordt watches him back, narrow-eyed and wary but his hands pointedly on the edge of the desk, white-knuckled with tension.
"What about me, huh?"
--Fuck. Di Roy went around him, dodged quick and nasty, and now he's edging up to the bed with his shoulders tense like bricks, like that'll make them seem bigger. Less alpha posturing than advancing on a potential meal-threat, but the way he went and put himself between Kurosaki and Grimmjow is clear enough.
Which, no. He grabs Di Roy by the bandaged part of his mask and yanks him backwards and down onto his ass.
"Hey, you're -- whoa!" Kurosaki moves to the edge of the mattress, puts one foot on the ground, leaning forward like he's not sure if he wants to loom over Di Roy's sprawled body or stay back from Grimmjow. He glances up at Grimmjow, frowning; stands, straightens up, shoulders squared. "Okay, you didn't have to do that, but thanks, I guess."
Another look at Di Roy and his frown turns more baffled.
"Aren't you the guy that Rukia... Aren't you dead?"
"It's a long fucking story that we'll tell you at leisure, Kurosaki, only I still need a fucking favor before whoever that is lurking behind the door decides to jump in."
He's already being way too agreeable as it is -- is he that sure of his power? Grimmjow guesses that when you have taken down an actual demigod you can probably feel secure about sleeping weaponless and getting your den invaded by potentially hungry hollows, but fuck. It's humiliating.
--((bleach psychic wolves))--
Pantera snorted, started licking at her paw with a casual air of disinterest. Blood-and-entrails-and-shit is not anyone's pack, she threw out, along with echoes of memories of -- ugh. Her first litter by Fornicaràs.
"--Grimmjow?"
He startled. "What?" Ichigo was staring at him; Grimmjow furrowed his brow, tried to make it forbidding enough to -- had he made a weird face?
Your face did nothing. Rain-on-slick-glass-and-pavement hears/feels well.
... I'mma make a dapper fur rug out of that son of a bitch someday soon.
Tuxedo rolled out the very tip of his tongue in canine amusement. Grimmjow curled up his lip at him.