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monthly word count - february
Total: 6 654 words.
...uuugghhghgh.
POSTED:
-Throw Thy Cloak Aside to Feed Me - Chapter 5, Gil/Agatha/Tarvek psychic wolves AU (4 056 words)
IN PROGRESS
-that weird urban fantasy grimmichi AU that is STILL not going anywhere (174 words)
-Ichigo/Grimmjow/His fraccion ABO (1 328 words)
-grimmichi Haunting Me Haunting You soulmates fic (94... words...)
-naruto: uchiha madara/senju tobirama ABO fic that is developing a hugeass plot godfuckingdamnit no where did it even COME FROM ??? (1 002 words and they haven't even met yet uguguhghgh)
(due to subject matter the ABO teasers will imply p. dubconny stuff.)
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Madara/Tobirama thing
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Eight alphas, five betas. Usually disciplined, even as young as they still were, but the thought of potential mates had left them fractious and eager for bloodshed, edging on a rut; and Madara had to lay hands on one of his own people to settle them down when after hours on the road all they found of the pilgrim train was a couple of dead Fūma bastards and abandoned shuriken, some omega-scented veils caught onto branches.
Madara shoved Rumi and her newly broken arm at her beta, eyes burning red, and the rest of them subsisted, eyes averted and throats subtly bared, and finally started milling around the site of the attack to look for clues.
Suddenly they remembered their training. 'Che.
Izuna was turning over a corpse, ignoring the display; Madara joined him, jaw tight, waited for a handful of seconds. Couldn't make himself wait any longer than that. "Well?"
"Shuriken to the throat. It was an ambush." Sighing, his little brother straightened up, sneaked him a wincing look. "Was this why you didn't want to come?"
Madara would have loved to pretend it was; he almost did, just to avoid having that argument again, then sighed shortly through his nose. "No. Obviously they would have an escort, but I didn't expect it to be good enough to fend off that clan." A frown, scanning the scene. "At least not so thoroughly. Smaller shrines usually don't have that kind of money." He could see only one body that might have been a civilian bodyguard; and no dead priests, no maiden omegas.
The shuriken in the Fūma corpse was embedded halfway through her vertebras. A precision slice with a great deal of power to the throw and probably an edge of chakra along the metal for added penetration. Not the easiest with normal metal.
"So then why--"
"Because!" he snapped, throwing a hand in the air, "How the hell is it any better to take unwilling broodmares of dubious quality to refill our ranks next generation when we could make alliances with strong clans and have support right now?!"
Izuna sighed pointedly, restraining himself from a dubious glare only because they were surrounded by agitated alphas and he was too smart to make Madara look challengeable right now. "Sovereignty of our--"
"Shut it. We're moving out."
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grimmichi ghostliness : "toshiro no that's my cat!"
--
Beside and behind him Ichigo can hear the startled hisses and whispers. He tenses, bracing for... He's not sure. It can't be that unique a situation. He's just not sure if a shinigami is expected to, like, nobly dedicate their life to purifying their soulmate of their wretched existence. Ichigo likes Grimmjow fine so far, from the little he's seen of him; he's a punk-assed bastard but it's not like Ichigo doesn't deal with thugs every day of the week already.
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Ichigo/Grimmjow&fraccion ABO (ichigo just nipped di roy as a dominance play but hollows don't, uh, really do that. >_>;;; )
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There's still bone around Kurosaki's black-and-gold eye, still red estigma on his skin, but his expression doesn't match, too complicated for Grimmjow to figure out at a glance.
"My bad," Kurosaki says, but he doesn't move. "Feeling a bit crazy right now." He pats Di Roy's shoulder, which twitches under his hand. Di Roy's visible eye rolls sharply to the side to look at Grimmjow; he doesn't dare turn his head.
Grimmjow has no fucking clue about anything at all and feels kind of halfway out of his body with lust and residual panic. He taps the side of his fist against Di Roy's shoulder (I'm here), then leans on Kurosaki (he needs skin, he's gonna go fucking crazy without skin) and growls his irritated frustration and bites, too, right on his shoulder blade.
Kurosaki of course fails to react in a normal way and just moans. "Aw -- fuck, Grimmjow, hold on please -- fuck, hey, what's your name, did I ask your name--"
"... Edrad?" Edrad replies, blinking dazedly from the pillow pile.
"Edrad, hey." Why's his voice so soft, was it like that for Grimmjow? Even a little bit? It wasn't. What the hell? No, that's his. That's his voice.
He doesn't actually want it, because it's gross and cloying, like it thinks Edrad is small and precious and weak, but it's still his.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay. This -- this guy's gonna take care of you. Shit, I don't remember your name either. You -- you can do it, right? It'll be fine."
It's not a huge surprise that with Kurosaki's voice going back to confused and wavery Di Roy would regain enough nerve to try to shrug him off and growl. He's never been any good at admitting it when he's outmatched. "I've been doing it for fucking centuries! The hell do you think you're doing?"
Fey look, distant, half-distracted and half... something more dangerous.
"Umm, right now I'm trying to not fuck you." Kurosaki's voice wobbles as he speaks, not very sanely. "I -- Grimmjow would still think it counts as fucking other people, right? I mean he probably meant other omegas but still -- that's still other people but I still want to fucking mount you so every time you fuck someone else it's as my proxy and I'm not feeling very okay right now, yeah? Don't... Don't fight back right now, please. Okay? Oh man, I'm only freaking you out worse. Shit. Fuck."
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the urban fantasy one
--
The white lion narrowed his unnaturally blue eyes, and then disappeared.
Actually disappeared -- fading from view like the Cheshire cat, leaving behind an empty spot with crushed grass and trash where its body had been. Ichigo reached forward without thinking to make sure it hadn't just gone invisible and only met air, and then body-warm, damp newspapers and a crushed dandelion.
Well. Fuck. Okay then.
Okay.
Ichigo stood up, still staring at the empty space. He'd done what he could, he supposed. Sighing in worried disappointment, he turned away to trudge back home. He hoped the cat hadn't gone to hide somewhere it would give someone a heart attack.
Or started eating poodles and snotty children and whatnot.
(Almost nobody ever manifested so fully without outside help, and that outside help never, ever came for free.)
...uuugghhghgh.
POSTED:
-Throw Thy Cloak Aside to Feed Me - Chapter 5, Gil/Agatha/Tarvek psychic wolves AU (4 056 words)
IN PROGRESS
-that weird urban fantasy grimmichi AU that is STILL not going anywhere (174 words)
-Ichigo/Grimmjow/His fraccion ABO (1 328 words)
-grimmichi Haunting Me Haunting You soulmates fic (94... words...)
-naruto: uchiha madara/senju tobirama ABO fic that is developing a hugeass plot godfuckingdamnit no where did it even COME FROM ??? (1 002 words and they haven't even met yet uguguhghgh)
(due to subject matter the ABO teasers will imply p. dubconny stuff.)
--
Madara/Tobirama thing
--
Eight alphas, five betas. Usually disciplined, even as young as they still were, but the thought of potential mates had left them fractious and eager for bloodshed, edging on a rut; and Madara had to lay hands on one of his own people to settle them down when after hours on the road all they found of the pilgrim train was a couple of dead Fūma bastards and abandoned shuriken, some omega-scented veils caught onto branches.
Madara shoved Rumi and her newly broken arm at her beta, eyes burning red, and the rest of them subsisted, eyes averted and throats subtly bared, and finally started milling around the site of the attack to look for clues.
Suddenly they remembered their training. 'Che.
Izuna was turning over a corpse, ignoring the display; Madara joined him, jaw tight, waited for a handful of seconds. Couldn't make himself wait any longer than that. "Well?"
"Shuriken to the throat. It was an ambush." Sighing, his little brother straightened up, sneaked him a wincing look. "Was this why you didn't want to come?"
Madara would have loved to pretend it was; he almost did, just to avoid having that argument again, then sighed shortly through his nose. "No. Obviously they would have an escort, but I didn't expect it to be good enough to fend off that clan." A frown, scanning the scene. "At least not so thoroughly. Smaller shrines usually don't have that kind of money." He could see only one body that might have been a civilian bodyguard; and no dead priests, no maiden omegas.
The shuriken in the Fūma corpse was embedded halfway through her vertebras. A precision slice with a great deal of power to the throw and probably an edge of chakra along the metal for added penetration. Not the easiest with normal metal.
"So then why--"
"Because!" he snapped, throwing a hand in the air, "How the hell is it any better to take unwilling broodmares of dubious quality to refill our ranks next generation when we could make alliances with strong clans and have support right now?!"
Izuna sighed pointedly, restraining himself from a dubious glare only because they were surrounded by agitated alphas and he was too smart to make Madara look challengeable right now. "Sovereignty of our--"
"Shut it. We're moving out."
--
grimmichi ghostliness : "toshiro no that's my cat!"
--
Beside and behind him Ichigo can hear the startled hisses and whispers. He tenses, bracing for... He's not sure. It can't be that unique a situation. He's just not sure if a shinigami is expected to, like, nobly dedicate their life to purifying their soulmate of their wretched existence. Ichigo likes Grimmjow fine so far, from the little he's seen of him; he's a punk-assed bastard but it's not like Ichigo doesn't deal with thugs every day of the week already.
--
Ichigo/Grimmjow&fraccion ABO (ichigo just nipped di roy as a dominance play but hollows don't, uh, really do that. >_>;;; )
--
There's still bone around Kurosaki's black-and-gold eye, still red estigma on his skin, but his expression doesn't match, too complicated for Grimmjow to figure out at a glance.
"My bad," Kurosaki says, but he doesn't move. "Feeling a bit crazy right now." He pats Di Roy's shoulder, which twitches under his hand. Di Roy's visible eye rolls sharply to the side to look at Grimmjow; he doesn't dare turn his head.
Grimmjow has no fucking clue about anything at all and feels kind of halfway out of his body with lust and residual panic. He taps the side of his fist against Di Roy's shoulder (I'm here), then leans on Kurosaki (he needs skin, he's gonna go fucking crazy without skin) and growls his irritated frustration and bites, too, right on his shoulder blade.
Kurosaki of course fails to react in a normal way and just moans. "Aw -- fuck, Grimmjow, hold on please -- fuck, hey, what's your name, did I ask your name--"
"... Edrad?" Edrad replies, blinking dazedly from the pillow pile.
"Edrad, hey." Why's his voice so soft, was it like that for Grimmjow? Even a little bit? It wasn't. What the hell? No, that's his. That's his voice.
He doesn't actually want it, because it's gross and cloying, like it thinks Edrad is small and precious and weak, but it's still his.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay. This -- this guy's gonna take care of you. Shit, I don't remember your name either. You -- you can do it, right? It'll be fine."
It's not a huge surprise that with Kurosaki's voice going back to confused and wavery Di Roy would regain enough nerve to try to shrug him off and growl. He's never been any good at admitting it when he's outmatched. "I've been doing it for fucking centuries! The hell do you think you're doing?"
Fey look, distant, half-distracted and half... something more dangerous.
"Umm, right now I'm trying to not fuck you." Kurosaki's voice wobbles as he speaks, not very sanely. "I -- Grimmjow would still think it counts as fucking other people, right? I mean he probably meant other omegas but still -- that's still other people but I still want to fucking mount you so every time you fuck someone else it's as my proxy and I'm not feeling very okay right now, yeah? Don't... Don't fight back right now, please. Okay? Oh man, I'm only freaking you out worse. Shit. Fuck."
--
the urban fantasy one
--
The white lion narrowed his unnaturally blue eyes, and then disappeared.
Actually disappeared -- fading from view like the Cheshire cat, leaving behind an empty spot with crushed grass and trash where its body had been. Ichigo reached forward without thinking to make sure it hadn't just gone invisible and only met air, and then body-warm, damp newspapers and a crushed dandelion.
Well. Fuck. Okay then.
Okay.
Ichigo stood up, still staring at the empty space. He'd done what he could, he supposed. Sighing in worried disappointment, he turned away to trudge back home. He hoped the cat hadn't gone to hide somewhere it would give someone a heart attack.
Or started eating poodles and snotty children and whatnot.
(Almost nobody ever manifested so fully without outside help, and that outside help never, ever came for free.)