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monthly word count - november
well it's a good thing i wasn't gonna try a nano. >_>
TOTAL: 5 171
POSTED: nuthin!
IN PROGRESS
-madatobiizu ABO sequel (1 723 words, not much but it was a lot of editing and i hate editing so they count double or something.)
-that grimmichi superheroes AU - scene that i forgot where i was going with it (2 164 words)
-bleach ABO (136 words I HATE EDITING SO THEY COUNT DOUBLE OR SOMETHING.)
-ichihimenelgrimmjow suburban OT4 thing (1 148 words but they are actually four different attempts at the same scene which is stuck like an utter bitch and i don't know which one i'll keep, if i keep any of them.)
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MadaTobiIzu ABO
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The Senju weren't the Sarutobi. You didn't ransom a Senju. You didn't play nice because some moron had booked your two clans on the same mission and while some day you might get another job that would pit you against each other, right now you weren't, and it wasn't personal.
The conflict with the Senju wasn't a conflict over missions, on behalf of employers, not even a conflict over stolen contracts.
Fact was.
The Uchiha needed the Nakano for their forges, their glassworks. The Senju needed it for their crops. There wasn't enough water for all of it. There was a reason half of their conflicts sparked alongside channels dug in haste to divert as much of the capricious flow as they could get.
The Uchiha needed the wood for their forges, too, and for their weaponsmiths, and for their houses. Good, straight wood, well-dried, of a good length. The Senju razed it all down for more crops, shoved them back toward the rocky slopes full of brambles and tortured pine trees and only let them win back fallow ground and swamps. It had only grown worse under Hashirama. What did they care of how exploitable the forest was? If they needed good planks, he could make them. Firewood didn't need to be seasoned. Furniture to make? Mahogany, rosewood, ebony, all at the flash of a hand. It didn't matter much to them when a whole bunch of thirty-year-old oaks went up in flames; Hashirama would just laugh and fix it.
Izuna kind of hated the guy.
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grimmichi superheroes AU (still don't know where the fuck it's going but in the meantime it's fun.)
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"Yes, Mom, I'll take pictures of the classmates too. I don't even know why you want to see their ugly mugs, it's still mostly the same group as last year. Yeah, yeah."
In his ear, Kurosaki Masaki made a tut-tut noise. "You know the rules, Icchan! And you know... the punishment for breaking those rules!"
She had even done the ominous voice. Pffft. Ichigo kicked off his shoes and started making his way through the living room. "Uh huh. Special Kurosaki torture. Hug torture."
"Excuse you, cuddle torture."
"Fate worse than death," he replied absently, looking around for his sisters. Yuzu would be at her after-school... thing, but Karin wasn't in front of the TV, which usually she hogged like a troll hogs its bridge. Maybe she was in her room.
... Fuck, he hoped she was in her room.
"It's good that you'll be ready to meet your fate!"
"Yeah, yeah -- what?"
"Well, you still haven't sent me any pictures of your new cat! Mommy's hurt, you know. She has a grandson she's never met."
Ichigo froze in the middle of the staircase. "M-my what? Who told you--"
His brain had just broken in so many directions at once, it was a miracle he hadn't fallen over. Didn't help that Zangetsu woke up enough to poke at his recent memories and start cackling like a hyena.
"Karin!" he hissed, slamming her bedroom door open. Quietly. It was pointless anyway because she wasn't there. Toilet? He hadn't seen the light under the door, though. Out with her friends?
God, he was lying to himself now, because he knew better. He really knew.
So did Zangetsu, who had gone from amused to very, very still and was slowly taking over his lungs and heart for longer, more efficient breaths, for oxygen saturation and readiness to deal death.
In his ear his mom was saying not to be too hard on his sister, that nobody minded and of course Ichigo wasn't keeping the cat (she lied, blatantly) but even if he changed his mind that would be fine.
"...I'll call you back, Mom," Ichigo remembered to say, standing in his own doorway, as he watched his baby sister deal a handful of cards to the supervillain taking up his bed.
"I want pictures of the new cat!" she called out before he could end the call, and Pantera's eyelids twitched minutely.
Pantera, who had gone just as still as Zangetsu had, with the whole of his injured flank exposed to attack and Ichigo's baby sister barely a lunge of clawed hands away.
"Pictures of the new cat, got it," Ichigo said, somehow, detached and floating on a veritable lake of adrenaline.
He hung up. Lowered his hand. Every inch of space his hand crossed felt like a countdown to sudden violence, Zangetsu's and Pantera's readiness coiling tighter and tighter; Ichigo's, too.
Karin meanwhile was watching him over her shoulder with her eyes narrowed in fearlessly annoyed warning. 'Don't you dare,' or 'don't blow it.'
"You told Mom I'd adopted a stray cat?"
Looking away from Pantera felt like the last mistake he would ever make but as he did -- Zangetsu snarling to attack first, to pin him to the bed, get in his face, snarl a good threat -- he caught Pantera breathing in deep all at once, like he'd been holding it.
"Did you want me to tell her you'd adopted a cage-fighting hobo?"
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Suburban OT4
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So the Kurosakis' neighbors are a little nosy.
Which, Nelliel gets, honestly! She's this brand-new woman with green hair playing alone with their toddler-aged son. Of course the next-door neighbor and the one two doors down on the other side coincidentally came up to the far corner of their fence to have a chat. And observe. Nelliel isn't fussed. She just grinned and waved hello and then went back to Kazui-chan, who is in the middle of an epic and incomprehensible story about the travels of a stick. Sometimes Nelliel is the mountain Sir Stick needs to cross.
She narrates. Kazui giggles, and sometimes says "Nooo."
"So, how's it going?"
Nelliel looks away from the kid for one second, and gets headbutted in the side of the head. Ow. Wincing, she rubs her head, but it's the toddler who tears up.
TOTAL: 5 171
POSTED: nuthin!
IN PROGRESS
-madatobiizu ABO sequel (1 723 words, not much but it was a lot of editing and i hate editing so they count double or something.)
-that grimmichi superheroes AU - scene that i forgot where i was going with it (2 164 words)
-bleach ABO (136 words I HATE EDITING SO THEY COUNT DOUBLE OR SOMETHING.)
-ichihimenelgrimmjow suburban OT4 thing (1 148 words but they are actually four different attempts at the same scene which is stuck like an utter bitch and i don't know which one i'll keep, if i keep any of them.)
--
MadaTobiIzu ABO
--
The Senju weren't the Sarutobi. You didn't ransom a Senju. You didn't play nice because some moron had booked your two clans on the same mission and while some day you might get another job that would pit you against each other, right now you weren't, and it wasn't personal.
The conflict with the Senju wasn't a conflict over missions, on behalf of employers, not even a conflict over stolen contracts.
Fact was.
The Uchiha needed the Nakano for their forges, their glassworks. The Senju needed it for their crops. There wasn't enough water for all of it. There was a reason half of their conflicts sparked alongside channels dug in haste to divert as much of the capricious flow as they could get.
The Uchiha needed the wood for their forges, too, and for their weaponsmiths, and for their houses. Good, straight wood, well-dried, of a good length. The Senju razed it all down for more crops, shoved them back toward the rocky slopes full of brambles and tortured pine trees and only let them win back fallow ground and swamps. It had only grown worse under Hashirama. What did they care of how exploitable the forest was? If they needed good planks, he could make them. Firewood didn't need to be seasoned. Furniture to make? Mahogany, rosewood, ebony, all at the flash of a hand. It didn't matter much to them when a whole bunch of thirty-year-old oaks went up in flames; Hashirama would just laugh and fix it.
Izuna kind of hated the guy.
--
grimmichi superheroes AU (still don't know where the fuck it's going but in the meantime it's fun.)
--
"Yes, Mom, I'll take pictures of the classmates too. I don't even know why you want to see their ugly mugs, it's still mostly the same group as last year. Yeah, yeah."
In his ear, Kurosaki Masaki made a tut-tut noise. "You know the rules, Icchan! And you know... the punishment for breaking those rules!"
She had even done the ominous voice. Pffft. Ichigo kicked off his shoes and started making his way through the living room. "Uh huh. Special Kurosaki torture. Hug torture."
"Excuse you, cuddle torture."
"Fate worse than death," he replied absently, looking around for his sisters. Yuzu would be at her after-school... thing, but Karin wasn't in front of the TV, which usually she hogged like a troll hogs its bridge. Maybe she was in her room.
... Fuck, he hoped she was in her room.
"It's good that you'll be ready to meet your fate!"
"Yeah, yeah -- what?"
"Well, you still haven't sent me any pictures of your new cat! Mommy's hurt, you know. She has a grandson she's never met."
Ichigo froze in the middle of the staircase. "M-my what? Who told you--"
His brain had just broken in so many directions at once, it was a miracle he hadn't fallen over. Didn't help that Zangetsu woke up enough to poke at his recent memories and start cackling like a hyena.
"Karin!" he hissed, slamming her bedroom door open. Quietly. It was pointless anyway because she wasn't there. Toilet? He hadn't seen the light under the door, though. Out with her friends?
God, he was lying to himself now, because he knew better. He really knew.
So did Zangetsu, who had gone from amused to very, very still and was slowly taking over his lungs and heart for longer, more efficient breaths, for oxygen saturation and readiness to deal death.
In his ear his mom was saying not to be too hard on his sister, that nobody minded and of course Ichigo wasn't keeping the cat (she lied, blatantly) but even if he changed his mind that would be fine.
"...I'll call you back, Mom," Ichigo remembered to say, standing in his own doorway, as he watched his baby sister deal a handful of cards to the supervillain taking up his bed.
"I want pictures of the new cat!" she called out before he could end the call, and Pantera's eyelids twitched minutely.
Pantera, who had gone just as still as Zangetsu had, with the whole of his injured flank exposed to attack and Ichigo's baby sister barely a lunge of clawed hands away.
"Pictures of the new cat, got it," Ichigo said, somehow, detached and floating on a veritable lake of adrenaline.
He hung up. Lowered his hand. Every inch of space his hand crossed felt like a countdown to sudden violence, Zangetsu's and Pantera's readiness coiling tighter and tighter; Ichigo's, too.
Karin meanwhile was watching him over her shoulder with her eyes narrowed in fearlessly annoyed warning. 'Don't you dare,' or 'don't blow it.'
"You told Mom I'd adopted a stray cat?"
Looking away from Pantera felt like the last mistake he would ever make but as he did -- Zangetsu snarling to attack first, to pin him to the bed, get in his face, snarl a good threat -- he caught Pantera breathing in deep all at once, like he'd been holding it.
"Did you want me to tell her you'd adopted a cage-fighting hobo?"
--
Suburban OT4
--
So the Kurosakis' neighbors are a little nosy.
Which, Nelliel gets, honestly! She's this brand-new woman with green hair playing alone with their toddler-aged son. Of course the next-door neighbor and the one two doors down on the other side coincidentally came up to the far corner of their fence to have a chat. And observe. Nelliel isn't fussed. She just grinned and waved hello and then went back to Kazui-chan, who is in the middle of an epic and incomprehensible story about the travels of a stick. Sometimes Nelliel is the mountain Sir Stick needs to cross.
She narrates. Kazui giggles, and sometimes says "Nooo."
"So, how's it going?"
Nelliel looks away from the kid for one second, and gets headbutted in the side of the head. Ow. Wincing, she rubs her head, but it's the toddler who tears up.