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montly word count - september
TOTAL : 4 737.
the adhd has been particularly "ooh a butterfly" this month. :/
POSTED: nothing!
WIP
-Madara/Tobirama/Izuna ABO sequel (3 158 words, which are mostly a third-time rewrite shreds of oldeer writing stitched back together and of which i will discard 299. this fic is *fighting me,* guys.)
-Ichigo/Grimmjow/Orihime cuddle drugs fic chapter 4! (1 204 words. gasp.)
-Ichigo/Grimmjow/Fraccion ABO fic chapter ...4? (310 words. i know exactly what happens in it except for a SMALL part i can't visualize, which means nothing else gets written until i'm through. aaagh.)
-Ichigo/Orihime/Grimmjow/Nelliel suburban swingers OT4 (124 words)
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Tobirama ABO
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"You know, Madara was quite intrigued by the thought of us sharing a heat!"
Each muscle Tobirama had managed to loosen tightened with a little twang. He craned his head, squinting his suspicion. "Is this another example of you misconstruing things as badly as possible to piss people off?
"Do I do that?"
Tobirama didn't even have to say anything, just throw a side-look.
"Haha, no, we just got onto the topic of... Well. My future husbands."
The kind way he had said that stung.
Not 'our' future husbands, the way the Uzumaki brood had been from the start. Tobirama had been the one to call it off, to immediately write the letter pulling him out of the arrangement. Hearing Hashirama acknowledge it so easily, though...
It really was over, wasn't it.
They'd all known Tobirama could get found out at any time. They had known, and Tobirama had still let himself get used to the future hinted at in their letters.
Meio-hime and Mito-hime were so damned smart, liked asking themselves the same questions about chakra, about seals, about the nature of time, about the universe. There had been so many 'when we're married, let's collaborate on this or that'. Buraki-hime was a rare water-natured Uzumaki. Even the others -- Tobirama hadn't truly disliked a single one of them, and he knew he was no easy man to get along with.
It was gone now. A fat lot of good it had done him, telling himself his optimism was of the cautious kind and so it was okay to let himself get attached.
At least he'd never met most of them in person. He was mostly losing a possibility.
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GrimmIchiHime Cuddle drugs fic
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"Anything else, O lord and master, enslaver of my magnificent plush ass?"
"Right now your ass is my ass, so shut up. ... And stop feeling yourself up."
"Who said I was feeling myself up," Kon replied, chortling, as if Ichigo didn't know him by now, didn't know he was giving his own derriere a friendly squeeze. 'As a joke'. Uh huh.
"I find bruises on there again, you're gonna regret it." Ichigo sighed in the phone. Ugh, he was a chump. "Also, get some hot water bottles. We've got like a dozen in the clinic."
"Sir, yes sir. Um, what for?"
"The boyfriend has really cold feet," Ichigo replied dryly. "Alright, waiting for you. Don't have too much fun with the body."
"Aw, but does it count as too much if I--"
Ichigo hung up.
When he looked up he looked straight into Ishida's glasses.
"The... boyfriend," the asshole repeated delicately. Ichigo flushed a dull red. Inoue was craning her neck to stare at him curiously, and Chad had his eyebrows up.
"It's a private joke with Kon, shut up." Everyone's eyebrows went up at once, it was like they'd practiced. Ichigo flushed hotter. "No, seriously, guys, shut up."
The comforter lump stirred. Ichigo stalked back to it and caught the nearest -- that was probably a shoulder, ok, good -- and gave it a firm, businessline squeeze to derail their guest before he could wake enough to join in on the nope session.
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Ichig/Grimm/fraccion ABO
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Somewhere deep inside Grimmjow actually felt like they were safe here, didn't he. Somewhere past the logical "of course they'll try shit, the best we can get is an ally to deter them for a while and maybe cause a distraction while we escape again and that's actually pretty good" he had actually put in some faith that nothing could touch them at Kurosaki's. He let his guard down so far that pulling it back up leaves him reeling, lagging with unexpected betrayal.
Like it's not fair, like they're cheating, but what the fuck did he expect.
He scans the shinigami he can see, lightning-quick noting down hesitating faces, backfooted stances, shaking hands amidst the crowd. Some of them regret being there. Good. They're gonna regret it worse in a minute.
Nakeem and Edrad can force their way out targeting those, if their heats don't slow them down too much. Di Roy could, but won't, already snarling. Shawlong and Yylfordt are gonna sell their lives dearly to anyone who gets to them, but they're fucked. Yylfordt especially. Two broken legs. He's good as gone.
They're good as gone.
Grimmjow's gonna kill as many of the shinigami as he can.
the adhd has been particularly "ooh a butterfly" this month. :/
POSTED: nothing!
WIP
-Madara/Tobirama/Izuna ABO sequel (3 158 words, which are mostly a third-time rewrite shreds of oldeer writing stitched back together and of which i will discard 299. this fic is *fighting me,* guys.)
-Ichigo/Grimmjow/Orihime cuddle drugs fic chapter 4! (1 204 words. gasp.)
-Ichigo/Grimmjow/Fraccion ABO fic chapter ...4? (310 words. i know exactly what happens in it except for a SMALL part i can't visualize, which means nothing else gets written until i'm through. aaagh.)
-Ichigo/Orihime/Grimmjow/Nelliel suburban swingers OT4 (124 words)
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Tobirama ABO
--
"You know, Madara was quite intrigued by the thought of us sharing a heat!"
Each muscle Tobirama had managed to loosen tightened with a little twang. He craned his head, squinting his suspicion. "Is this another example of you misconstruing things as badly as possible to piss people off?
"Do I do that?"
Tobirama didn't even have to say anything, just throw a side-look.
"Haha, no, we just got onto the topic of... Well. My future husbands."
The kind way he had said that stung.
Not 'our' future husbands, the way the Uzumaki brood had been from the start. Tobirama had been the one to call it off, to immediately write the letter pulling him out of the arrangement. Hearing Hashirama acknowledge it so easily, though...
It really was over, wasn't it.
They'd all known Tobirama could get found out at any time. They had known, and Tobirama had still let himself get used to the future hinted at in their letters.
Meio-hime and Mito-hime were so damned smart, liked asking themselves the same questions about chakra, about seals, about the nature of time, about the universe. There had been so many 'when we're married, let's collaborate on this or that'. Buraki-hime was a rare water-natured Uzumaki. Even the others -- Tobirama hadn't truly disliked a single one of them, and he knew he was no easy man to get along with.
It was gone now. A fat lot of good it had done him, telling himself his optimism was of the cautious kind and so it was okay to let himself get attached.
At least he'd never met most of them in person. He was mostly losing a possibility.
--
GrimmIchiHime Cuddle drugs fic
--
"Anything else, O lord and master, enslaver of my magnificent plush ass?"
"Right now your ass is my ass, so shut up. ... And stop feeling yourself up."
"Who said I was feeling myself up," Kon replied, chortling, as if Ichigo didn't know him by now, didn't know he was giving his own derriere a friendly squeeze. 'As a joke'. Uh huh.
"I find bruises on there again, you're gonna regret it." Ichigo sighed in the phone. Ugh, he was a chump. "Also, get some hot water bottles. We've got like a dozen in the clinic."
"Sir, yes sir. Um, what for?"
"The boyfriend has really cold feet," Ichigo replied dryly. "Alright, waiting for you. Don't have too much fun with the body."
"Aw, but does it count as too much if I--"
Ichigo hung up.
When he looked up he looked straight into Ishida's glasses.
"The... boyfriend," the asshole repeated delicately. Ichigo flushed a dull red. Inoue was craning her neck to stare at him curiously, and Chad had his eyebrows up.
"It's a private joke with Kon, shut up." Everyone's eyebrows went up at once, it was like they'd practiced. Ichigo flushed hotter. "No, seriously, guys, shut up."
The comforter lump stirred. Ichigo stalked back to it and caught the nearest -- that was probably a shoulder, ok, good -- and gave it a firm, businessline squeeze to derail their guest before he could wake enough to join in on the nope session.
--
Ichig/Grimm/fraccion ABO
--
Somewhere deep inside Grimmjow actually felt like they were safe here, didn't he. Somewhere past the logical "of course they'll try shit, the best we can get is an ally to deter them for a while and maybe cause a distraction while we escape again and that's actually pretty good" he had actually put in some faith that nothing could touch them at Kurosaki's. He let his guard down so far that pulling it back up leaves him reeling, lagging with unexpected betrayal.
Like it's not fair, like they're cheating, but what the fuck did he expect.
He scans the shinigami he can see, lightning-quick noting down hesitating faces, backfooted stances, shaking hands amidst the crowd. Some of them regret being there. Good. They're gonna regret it worse in a minute.
Nakeem and Edrad can force their way out targeting those, if their heats don't slow them down too much. Di Roy could, but won't, already snarling. Shawlong and Yylfordt are gonna sell their lives dearly to anyone who gets to them, but they're fucked. Yylfordt especially. Two broken legs. He's good as gone.
They're good as gone.
Grimmjow's gonna kill as many of the shinigami as he can.