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monthly word count - january
TOTAL: 6 606 words
that's all. :( uughghg this month SUCKED. why? idk. just, nops all around. maybe less free time at work, even tho i didn't think i was writing very much at work anyway... ugh.
POSTED
-Bleach : Bloodsport chapter 3 (Grimmjow/Ichigo psychic/scifi/space AU) (2 463 words)
WIP
-Bleach - ABO ichigo/grimmjow&his fraccion (1 952 words)
-Girl Genius - psychic Wolves Gil fic - chapter 5 (1 431 words)
-Bleach - Bloodsport interlude scraps that I probably won't keep (704 words)
-Bleach - the superheroes one (...56... words)
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ABO fic
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"Yeah, come here," he offers, rolling laboriously over as he nudges Edrad down.
Kurosaki is panting next to them, flat on his back; his eyes are closed like he's safe. (Like he's mine, says a little voice at the back of Grimmjow's head but he knows that's just the heat. He's never been someone Grimmjow gets to claim as anything but rival and prey.) Grimmjow maneuvers Edrad down on his back into the fluffiest part -- next to Kurosaki, shoulder almost touching shoulder.
"Smells nice," Edrad hums, eyes almost closed, injured arm draped over his ribs, and lets his knees fall open.
He's the one Grimmjow saw first when he barged into that basement. When he brought the last wall down and found that place that everybody had told him didn't exist. (Everybody but that one healer shinigami, a tall, hunched girl with grey hair, the one who sneaked away from that meeting with Harribel to talk to him. She's the only one he will spare, if she's part of the hunting squads after them. Everybody else dies.)
Wall to wall glass cages, hollows of all kinds and power levels sleeping off whatever shit had been done to them right there on bare cement floors, like animals, or dozing while wedged in the farthest corners; and just one sitting up with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees, his back straight, keeping watch.
Naked and swordless.
The look on his stoic face when he recognized Grimmjow had been...
Grimmjow had gone into resurrección without even a pause.
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Girl genius psychic wolves
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They'd done about half of the room when the lock jiggled again. A bolt of fear jolting through him, Gil threw himself behind the desk, cursing himself for not letting the window open. Couldn't be Snarlantz -- maybe an errand-runner, maybe he'd forgotten something -- maybe another lockpicker? Damn, damn, damn --
Heels clacking subtly but deliberately on the floor, the interloper walked in, and then sighed despairingly. "Are you going to pretend Bangladesh got into a locked room on her own?"
Releasing his air in a great deflating gust, Gil slumped against the desk, and almost pitched back into the leg gap under it. Cheeks flushing, his heart still hammering with the near miss, he dragged himself back up, glaring suspiciously.
"How the hell--?"
"I had a copy of the master key done last year when I enrolled," Tarvek replied in the tone of someone who thought Gil was a simpleton for not assuming it as a matter of course.
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Bloodsport scraps (this is one i very probably won't use but it cracked me up ok)
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Nelliel: so how many does that make? :c
Grimmjow: ?
Nelliel: ginger one night stands!!
Grimmjow: you can fuck all the way off
Nelliel: excuse me, ginger one-night-stands you end up brawling with.
Nelliel: by my count it's four!
Nelliel: not a big count but have you considered picking up brunettes for a change
Nelliel: at this point i would be relieved if you picked up *luppi*
Grimmjow: who tf asked you to be fucking relieved?!
Grimmjow: let me wet my dick in peace, woman, it aint any of your business
Nelliel: oh wait! I gotta readjust the count :D
Nelliel: ginger one-night-stands you end up brawling with and never end up fucking because they can't take a punch.
Nelliel: is it perchance also four?
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: seriously. fuck luppi. fuck yylfordt. fuck *mila rose*. hell i will throw myself on your dick if that stops the carnage. one time offer only.
Nelliel: you got us banned from my FAVORITE BAR.
Grimmjow: thought mila doesn't do guys
Nelliel: she does if they like getting pegged. you interested? :3c
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: i can copypaste all day
Grimmjow: i picked up a blonde the other day AND we both came, you can stop worrying over the state of my balls now.
Nelliel: but how drained were they :c
Grimmjow: how did i ever think you were hot. jesus dick. fuck off. i stg i will go straight to the bosses and say you're sexually harassing me
Nelliel: lmao
that's all. :( uughghg this month SUCKED. why? idk. just, nops all around. maybe less free time at work, even tho i didn't think i was writing very much at work anyway... ugh.
POSTED
-Bleach : Bloodsport chapter 3 (Grimmjow/Ichigo psychic/scifi/space AU) (2 463 words)
WIP
-Bleach - ABO ichigo/grimmjow&his fraccion (1 952 words)
-Girl Genius - psychic Wolves Gil fic - chapter 5 (1 431 words)
-Bleach - Bloodsport interlude scraps that I probably won't keep (704 words)
-Bleach - the superheroes one (...56... words)
--
ABO fic
--
"Yeah, come here," he offers, rolling laboriously over as he nudges Edrad down.
Kurosaki is panting next to them, flat on his back; his eyes are closed like he's safe. (Like he's mine, says a little voice at the back of Grimmjow's head but he knows that's just the heat. He's never been someone Grimmjow gets to claim as anything but rival and prey.) Grimmjow maneuvers Edrad down on his back into the fluffiest part -- next to Kurosaki, shoulder almost touching shoulder.
"Smells nice," Edrad hums, eyes almost closed, injured arm draped over his ribs, and lets his knees fall open.
He's the one Grimmjow saw first when he barged into that basement. When he brought the last wall down and found that place that everybody had told him didn't exist. (Everybody but that one healer shinigami, a tall, hunched girl with grey hair, the one who sneaked away from that meeting with Harribel to talk to him. She's the only one he will spare, if she's part of the hunting squads after them. Everybody else dies.)
Wall to wall glass cages, hollows of all kinds and power levels sleeping off whatever shit had been done to them right there on bare cement floors, like animals, or dozing while wedged in the farthest corners; and just one sitting up with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees, his back straight, keeping watch.
Naked and swordless.
The look on his stoic face when he recognized Grimmjow had been...
Grimmjow had gone into resurrección without even a pause.
---
Girl genius psychic wolves
---
They'd done about half of the room when the lock jiggled again. A bolt of fear jolting through him, Gil threw himself behind the desk, cursing himself for not letting the window open. Couldn't be Snarlantz -- maybe an errand-runner, maybe he'd forgotten something -- maybe another lockpicker? Damn, damn, damn --
Heels clacking subtly but deliberately on the floor, the interloper walked in, and then sighed despairingly. "Are you going to pretend Bangladesh got into a locked room on her own?"
Releasing his air in a great deflating gust, Gil slumped against the desk, and almost pitched back into the leg gap under it. Cheeks flushing, his heart still hammering with the near miss, he dragged himself back up, glaring suspiciously.
"How the hell--?"
"I had a copy of the master key done last year when I enrolled," Tarvek replied in the tone of someone who thought Gil was a simpleton for not assuming it as a matter of course.
---
Bloodsport scraps (this is one i very probably won't use but it cracked me up ok)
---
Nelliel: so how many does that make? :c
Grimmjow: ?
Nelliel: ginger one night stands!!
Grimmjow: you can fuck all the way off
Nelliel: excuse me, ginger one-night-stands you end up brawling with.
Nelliel: by my count it's four!
Nelliel: not a big count but have you considered picking up brunettes for a change
Nelliel: at this point i would be relieved if you picked up *luppi*
Grimmjow: who tf asked you to be fucking relieved?!
Grimmjow: let me wet my dick in peace, woman, it aint any of your business
Nelliel: oh wait! I gotta readjust the count :D
Nelliel: ginger one-night-stands you end up brawling with and never end up fucking because they can't take a punch.
Nelliel: is it perchance also four?
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: seriously. fuck luppi. fuck yylfordt. fuck *mila rose*. hell i will throw myself on your dick if that stops the carnage. one time offer only.
Nelliel: you got us banned from my FAVORITE BAR.
Grimmjow: thought mila doesn't do guys
Nelliel: she does if they like getting pegged. you interested? :3c
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: grimmjow
Nelliel: i can copypaste all day
Grimmjow: i picked up a blonde the other day AND we both came, you can stop worrying over the state of my balls now.
Nelliel: but how drained were they :c
Grimmjow: how did i ever think you were hot. jesus dick. fuck off. i stg i will go straight to the bosses and say you're sexually harassing me
Nelliel: lmao