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monthly word count - december
TOTAL: 8 157
POSTED: nuthin'!
(posted this month but written earlier: Days on a wire, sequel to cherry wine, madara/tobirama/izuna ABO chapter 1.)
WORK IN PROGRESS:
-Naruto: Days on a wire chapter 3 (5 029 words) (madatobiizu ABO) (some of which i might not keep because i'm rearranging the chapters, but most of it is pretty solid. yeee.)
-Bleach: GrimmIchiHimeNel suburban OT3 (471 words) (yet another attempt at the same stuck sceeeene why this is an adorable silly romance why is it stuck aaaa)
-Bleach: Grimmichi psychic wolves AU chapter 6 (2 657 words) (gotta get it postable for lupercalia! NEXT MONTH AHHHH gogogogogogogo)
This wasn't a horrible month! still not great but i manaed more than piecemeal snippets here and there, i managed to get out whole scenes at once and it feels kinda great.
plus i had a scene idea for bloodpsort. ahhh come ON brain you can do it.
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MadaTobiIzu ABO
--
"By a debut, would you happen to mean a hunt?" Tobirama enquired, voice still calm, almost pleasant.
Mimaki-sama grinned widely, looking charming and relaxed. "Not a full marriage hunt, of course, but a courting hunt?"
... That asshole.
Courting hunts weren't binding, more of a teenager's game ending in stolen kisses, but they sure as hell were used as an excuse to test things out -- strength, supposedly, and interest and desirability, and your ability to catch your intended for sure, but. Sometimes those hunts were also used to father children the sires would never have to acknowledge. Since it wasn't supposed to be serious enough to allow the unwilling to defend themselves as vigorously as a real one--
"Mimaki-sama honors this lowly omega with his suggestion," Tobirama replied, and smiled. "This lowly omega does not wish to return his generosity by agreeing to less than a full, traditional hunt."
Silence cut through the titters and whispers of the hall as the watchers suddenly remembered that traditionally, in a marriage hunt where the omega and their set did not wish to be married, they were entirely allowed to murder their suitors out of hand.
Madara choked, heard Izuna choke as well, his fan spread open to hide almost his entire face as he turned away.
A beat, two, and Ikume-sama burst out laughing. Her brother made a face, and then chuckled along gamely. Izuna let loose, as silently as he could under the tide of relieved cackles and entirely fake chuckles.
"Aah, entirely uninterested in husbands that could not best you in combat, are you."
"Ikume-sama is wise," Tobirama replied, still smiling in that terrifying way.
--
bleach suburban ot4
--
So far their best option is to play model guests and pray.
"Worst thing is I like them," Nelliel can't help admitting. They're so damn sweet. It'd be easier if she had to put it on, if she didn't have to care that they're going to run out of pity at some point.
She's expecting a snappy retort, or an eyeroll, or a "I really don't", but Grimmjow doesn't say anything, just stands all at once and goes looking for a fresher shirt. Her chest squeezes with -- something unpleasant, frustrated and off-balance, like she's being ignored. Abandoned.
"Grim--"
"I know that."
His voice is so rough, it feels like it must hurt his throat.
"I'm fucking trying, alright? Ain't gonna ruin this for you."
He's not looking at her, just digging into his suitcase with every muscle tight, twitchy movements like a leashed beast.
--
Psychic woooooolves - bleach
--
"We don't want you to betray a confidence," Rukia started, a bit quieter. "But I called Captain Ukitake earlier, and -- Ichigo, I didn't like it. The only thing he said was to stick with you and wait for a squad to come. That... Doesn't sound good. You know it doesn't."
Ichigo gave a begrudging grunt. "I know. It's not great from the inside either."
"So you see why--"
Renji elbowed Rukia; Rukia elbowed him back. Ichigo frowned at them. Okay, now they were definitely speaking in the pack sense, and it was an argument. He could feel the edges of it -- Renji wanted her to use some tact, please, and Rukia thought she was being extremely tactful already as it was.
"Just say it," he grumbled, resting his head heavily in his hand. His skin was tacky with sweat and dust and things, he itched everywhere, and no matter how hot Grimmjow was he wished he could evict him from the shower a tiny little bit more than he wished he could join him inside it. The stall was too small for two men and he was rapidly approaching a point where he did not care quite as much about being chivalrous and hospitable as he should have.
"Listen, buddy, I'm sure he's a cool guy, but maybe he's--"
"You're being led around by your dick!"
Ichigo gave a very slow blink.
Rukia puffed up her cheeks and leaned further over the table. Renji groaned.
"He's hot! He's mysterious! It was your first time knowing the overwhelming fervency of lupine passion! Of course you like him! But maybe he's the danger you need protected from."
Ichigo groaned back and folded in two, pressing his red face against the cool tabletop. Renji stretched his arm across to pat his shoulder. "I wouldn't have said it like that, but let's be honest, he doesn't even have to mean trouble to be trouble, and you're... Well, you're a magnet for it, pal."
"Uuuugh, shut up."
He's not wrong.
"You shut up too."
You have a strong soul and a strong drive to fix/straighten/herd. It's to be expected.
"Oh, no, you are not putting this on me. You were the one they noticed!"
The old man gave him a long, subtly amused look. Ichigo thought vengeful thoughts about little bows and braided manes of hair.
Hmm. Being combed does not feel bad. I will accept the bows.
"Shuuuuut up. Jerk." He pushed himself back up, scowling to discourage his human guests from asking. "Anyway, Grimmjow's leaving soon anyway, so I guess that trouble is gonna take care of itself."
"Are you going to pine?" Rukia asked with clinical curiosity. Ichigo glowered.
"He's going to pine," Renji confirmed with a heaving sigh. "There, there, we'll have movie marathons and ice cream and things. Maybe you can come up to the Court next holiday, that'll distract you."
"I am not going to pine for a guy I slept with once!"
"Only once?"
"... I'm counting a single night as once. Rukia I swear to God if you--"
Feeble stamina, Shirayuki mused, sending waves of sorry-that-sucks at Old Man Zangetsu.
POSTED: nuthin'!
(posted this month but written earlier: Days on a wire, sequel to cherry wine, madara/tobirama/izuna ABO chapter 1.)
WORK IN PROGRESS:
-Naruto: Days on a wire chapter 3 (5 029 words) (madatobiizu ABO) (some of which i might not keep because i'm rearranging the chapters, but most of it is pretty solid. yeee.)
-Bleach: GrimmIchiHimeNel suburban OT3 (471 words) (yet another attempt at the same stuck sceeeene why this is an adorable silly romance why is it stuck aaaa)
-Bleach: Grimmichi psychic wolves AU chapter 6 (2 657 words) (gotta get it postable for lupercalia! NEXT MONTH AHHHH gogogogogogogo)
This wasn't a horrible month! still not great but i manaed more than piecemeal snippets here and there, i managed to get out whole scenes at once and it feels kinda great.
plus i had a scene idea for bloodpsort. ahhh come ON brain you can do it.
--
MadaTobiIzu ABO
--
"By a debut, would you happen to mean a hunt?" Tobirama enquired, voice still calm, almost pleasant.
Mimaki-sama grinned widely, looking charming and relaxed. "Not a full marriage hunt, of course, but a courting hunt?"
... That asshole.
Courting hunts weren't binding, more of a teenager's game ending in stolen kisses, but they sure as hell were used as an excuse to test things out -- strength, supposedly, and interest and desirability, and your ability to catch your intended for sure, but. Sometimes those hunts were also used to father children the sires would never have to acknowledge. Since it wasn't supposed to be serious enough to allow the unwilling to defend themselves as vigorously as a real one--
"Mimaki-sama honors this lowly omega with his suggestion," Tobirama replied, and smiled. "This lowly omega does not wish to return his generosity by agreeing to less than a full, traditional hunt."
Silence cut through the titters and whispers of the hall as the watchers suddenly remembered that traditionally, in a marriage hunt where the omega and their set did not wish to be married, they were entirely allowed to murder their suitors out of hand.
Madara choked, heard Izuna choke as well, his fan spread open to hide almost his entire face as he turned away.
A beat, two, and Ikume-sama burst out laughing. Her brother made a face, and then chuckled along gamely. Izuna let loose, as silently as he could under the tide of relieved cackles and entirely fake chuckles.
"Aah, entirely uninterested in husbands that could not best you in combat, are you."
"Ikume-sama is wise," Tobirama replied, still smiling in that terrifying way.
--
bleach suburban ot4
--
So far their best option is to play model guests and pray.
"Worst thing is I like them," Nelliel can't help admitting. They're so damn sweet. It'd be easier if she had to put it on, if she didn't have to care that they're going to run out of pity at some point.
She's expecting a snappy retort, or an eyeroll, or a "I really don't", but Grimmjow doesn't say anything, just stands all at once and goes looking for a fresher shirt. Her chest squeezes with -- something unpleasant, frustrated and off-balance, like she's being ignored. Abandoned.
"Grim--"
"I know that."
His voice is so rough, it feels like it must hurt his throat.
"I'm fucking trying, alright? Ain't gonna ruin this for you."
He's not looking at her, just digging into his suitcase with every muscle tight, twitchy movements like a leashed beast.
--
Psychic woooooolves - bleach
--
"We don't want you to betray a confidence," Rukia started, a bit quieter. "But I called Captain Ukitake earlier, and -- Ichigo, I didn't like it. The only thing he said was to stick with you and wait for a squad to come. That... Doesn't sound good. You know it doesn't."
Ichigo gave a begrudging grunt. "I know. It's not great from the inside either."
"So you see why--"
Renji elbowed Rukia; Rukia elbowed him back. Ichigo frowned at them. Okay, now they were definitely speaking in the pack sense, and it was an argument. He could feel the edges of it -- Renji wanted her to use some tact, please, and Rukia thought she was being extremely tactful already as it was.
"Just say it," he grumbled, resting his head heavily in his hand. His skin was tacky with sweat and dust and things, he itched everywhere, and no matter how hot Grimmjow was he wished he could evict him from the shower a tiny little bit more than he wished he could join him inside it. The stall was too small for two men and he was rapidly approaching a point where he did not care quite as much about being chivalrous and hospitable as he should have.
"Listen, buddy, I'm sure he's a cool guy, but maybe he's--"
"You're being led around by your dick!"
Ichigo gave a very slow blink.
Rukia puffed up her cheeks and leaned further over the table. Renji groaned.
"He's hot! He's mysterious! It was your first time knowing the overwhelming fervency of lupine passion! Of course you like him! But maybe he's the danger you need protected from."
Ichigo groaned back and folded in two, pressing his red face against the cool tabletop. Renji stretched his arm across to pat his shoulder. "I wouldn't have said it like that, but let's be honest, he doesn't even have to mean trouble to be trouble, and you're... Well, you're a magnet for it, pal."
"Uuuugh, shut up."
He's not wrong.
"You shut up too."
You have a strong soul and a strong drive to fix/straighten/herd. It's to be expected.
"Oh, no, you are not putting this on me. You were the one they noticed!"
The old man gave him a long, subtly amused look. Ichigo thought vengeful thoughts about little bows and braided manes of hair.
Hmm. Being combed does not feel bad. I will accept the bows.
"Shuuuuut up. Jerk." He pushed himself back up, scowling to discourage his human guests from asking. "Anyway, Grimmjow's leaving soon anyway, so I guess that trouble is gonna take care of itself."
"Are you going to pine?" Rukia asked with clinical curiosity. Ichigo glowered.
"He's going to pine," Renji confirmed with a heaving sigh. "There, there, we'll have movie marathons and ice cream and things. Maybe you can come up to the Court next holiday, that'll distract you."
"I am not going to pine for a guy I slept with once!"
"Only once?"
"... I'm counting a single night as once. Rukia I swear to God if you--"
Feeble stamina, Shirayuki mused, sending waves of sorry-that-sucks at Old Man Zangetsu.