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monthly word count - april
TOTAL: 6 797 7 472! words.
bleh. could have been worse i guess.
POSTED
-Naruto: Idiots of Unusual Size (1 044 words) (hashi&mada&tobi&izuna daemon AU silliness, complete)
-Bleach: superhero love triangle - grimmichi? shirogrimmichi? something like that. (1 862 words)
IN PROGRESS
-naruto: days on a wire, madatobiizu ABO chapter 5 (1 233 words, of which i'm gonna have to discard a good half)
-naruto: a weird as fuck "oneshot" that i didn't finish writing in one go and now i'm like "ok where tf was i going with this again". naruto founders with dbz/steven universe-style fusion. idk either ok? (2 138 words)
-bleach: suburban ot4 fic (661 words) (why so stuck ;__;)
-bleach: ichigo/grimmjow&fraccion ABO (205 words) (WHY SO STUCK T^T)
-WAIT I FORGOT : new naruto fic, 675 words.
Also posted: Days on a Wire chapter 3.
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teasers
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madatobiizu ABO
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"Frankly, I'm not so surprised at the Senju's impotent stance any longer."
Madara had been too naive when he managed twenty minutes of socializing and no one had brought it up, huh. He nodded half-heartedly in an invitation to expound, barely glancing at his current partner in the feeble hope that she would take the hint to move on. "Hmm?"
The grizzled head of the Hagoromo clan charged past, her hand twitching in something that outside of a civilized occasion such as an invitation by the Daimyo's brother might have become a sharp gesture of contempt. "With the resources they have they could have a much bigger circle of influence."
"... True."
"But all along, instead of a single beta trying to corral his ridiculous soft-hearted impulses, Hashirama had another omega to make them worse. Haaah, you can tell Tobirama tried his best to pretend, but there's no going against your nature in the end."
Madara hummed noncommittally. On his other side, seated on a wide-backed low seat, with hands joined with sober poise on his lap, that old fart Yoritomo smiled with benign approval. "Oh, indeed."
Madara wondered if he should leave them alone and hope they took each other out.
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weird fusion AU
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"Auspicious, my lord, very auspicious," one of the Senju elders says, looking half-displeased and half-resigned. "May we have your name, to record this momentous occasion properly?"
"I," the fusion says self-importantly, "am Buchikotoji."
He chose the kanji of Hashirama's name that didn't have any trace of Senju tradition, of course. Unsurprising.
"Do you think they had secret meetings to name him in the last week, or?" Izuna mutters from the corner of his mouth to one of his clansmen, pretending to smile. "He came up with it so fast."
Tobirama isn't meant to overhear and he knows it but he can't help but snort and mutter back, "If you think this is the first time they fuse, I have a bridge to sell you."
He's pretty sure their first time was when they were still kids, in fact. There were several years during their early adolescence in which Hashirama didn't fuse with Tobirama at all. Back then he thought it was grief from knowing they would never be Juuhigebanma with Kawarama and Itama again, but it might have become a convenient excuse not to let it slip at some point.
He takes a deeper breath. Alright. After the show their brothers just put on, he can't be seen to balk. "Our turn, then."
He takes a step forward and holds out his hand. Izuna clasps it. Nothing happens. Tobirama pulls him in a little and Izuna's mouth tightens but he steps forward, and nothing keeps happening; and Izuna snorts and sweeps his free hand up to shape a hand seal.
After a very long fraction of a second thinking it's an attack, the expected betrayal, Tobirama recognizes it as the Dog seal -- the start of a water jutsu. Snorting back, he shapes a Tiger seal; then they sweep under their still linked wrists in a knife-handed attack that misses the other man's cheek by an inch at most. With their level of precision it was never a serious attack. A threat shaped like a game, or a game shaped like a threat.
This is actually extremely ridiculous, and therefore funny. He snorts, then chuckles out loud, once. Oh, he's much taller now, but almost spindly. One of his arms splits at the elbow into two forearms, two left hands. He wonders if he could one-hand-seal a water bullet with it while the other two shape a katon and then merge them for superheated steam; that could be devastating, especially if he can shape the steam.
"Brother?" Buchikotoji asks, laughing at him.
He frowns back, lip jutting out in thwarted pique. "What? Oh. My bad, my bad, I was thinking."
Oooh, Buchikotoji is shorter than him. This is amazing.
"About?" Buchikotoji asks, as if he can't tell from his beloved little brother's conciliatory smile that he's vaguely started planning something.
"Oh, terrifying jutsu. You know how it is."
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suburban OT4 - Nelliel and Grimmjow
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Grimmjow pisses her off so much some days and the worst thing is, she knows it's a habit she has fallen into, taking things he says just a shade worse than he meant them because sometimes he does mean them even worse than that. He's a foul-mouthed bastard who revels in stalking around scaring the normies, who takes people's disapproval as a reason to make them disapprove more, so she always expects it of him.
Now he exists like an animal in a trap, all desperate energy with nowhere to go and despair creeping in, and she did it; she trapped him.
"If it's going to be ruined," she says eventually, after several answers have come to her mind and been released, "then it was going to be ruined anyway. It's still a reprieve. You won't..."
'You won't be the cause of it,' she almost says, but they both know she can't say that and mean it, so she swallows it back.
"Maybe if I were alone it would last a few more days, but that's the same end result." She shrugs.
He's trying. She should...
She feels kind of like shit that a part of her is surprised at how hard he's trying. She knows him well enough, she hoped enough, but another part is used to their old rhythms. There's something savagely free and so noble inside him that she wants to tear free from the defensiveness and the cynicism it's buried under. So they get together like an explosion; there are tender moments in the dark, little slices of terribly aching vulnerability, and then it builds up; she pushes him too much, too far out of his comfort zone and they break up.
The break-up sex is always amazing. Then she's angry at herself for a while. Tells herself it's the last time she takes him back. Tells herself she was nosy and judgmental; no wonder he bailed. Tells herself next time she'll be more understanding, more patient. Tells herself he's not interested in getting over his shit and she shouldn't date projects.
Tell herself it'll just be a hookup.
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Grimmjow&pack ABO
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He uppercuts Yylfordt in the chin, claws tucked in but merciless apart from that. If he rattles his brain maybe the guy will fall and stay down.
Edrad tackles him next. Burrows him in solid muscle. Snarling with the effort of restraining himself. Beside him Shawlong, hand spasming, sword tip erratic as it hesitates between targeting Grimmjow's chest and his neck -- just for a flicker of an instant before it --
He's gonna have to hit them for real he's gonna have to put them down, no sword no powers just his hands, he's gonna have to put his claws through them but he doesn't want to die here, he --
Neither do they and he has failed them again, he got them back and he failed them, gonna lose them again he cannot let any of them live to get back to Mayuri he cannot let himself live to get caught by Mayuri, his -- his pack, his, he fucking ate them and they're his and he's gonna have to --
Just waste them. Put them down and let them dust off. Not even the respect of taking their flesh inside his own body.
bleh. could have been worse i guess.
POSTED
-Naruto: Idiots of Unusual Size (1 044 words) (hashi&mada&tobi&izuna daemon AU silliness, complete)
-Bleach: superhero love triangle - grimmichi? shirogrimmichi? something like that. (1 862 words)
IN PROGRESS
-naruto: days on a wire, madatobiizu ABO chapter 5 (1 233 words, of which i'm gonna have to discard a good half)
-naruto: a weird as fuck "oneshot" that i didn't finish writing in one go and now i'm like "ok where tf was i going with this again". naruto founders with dbz/steven universe-style fusion. idk either ok? (2 138 words)
-bleach: suburban ot4 fic (661 words) (why so stuck ;__;)
-bleach: ichigo/grimmjow&fraccion ABO (205 words) (WHY SO STUCK T^T)
-WAIT I FORGOT : new naruto fic, 675 words.
Also posted: Days on a Wire chapter 3.
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teasers
--
madatobiizu ABO
--
"Frankly, I'm not so surprised at the Senju's impotent stance any longer."
Madara had been too naive when he managed twenty minutes of socializing and no one had brought it up, huh. He nodded half-heartedly in an invitation to expound, barely glancing at his current partner in the feeble hope that she would take the hint to move on. "Hmm?"
The grizzled head of the Hagoromo clan charged past, her hand twitching in something that outside of a civilized occasion such as an invitation by the Daimyo's brother might have become a sharp gesture of contempt. "With the resources they have they could have a much bigger circle of influence."
"... True."
"But all along, instead of a single beta trying to corral his ridiculous soft-hearted impulses, Hashirama had another omega to make them worse. Haaah, you can tell Tobirama tried his best to pretend, but there's no going against your nature in the end."
Madara hummed noncommittally. On his other side, seated on a wide-backed low seat, with hands joined with sober poise on his lap, that old fart Yoritomo smiled with benign approval. "Oh, indeed."
Madara wondered if he should leave them alone and hope they took each other out.
--
weird fusion AU
--
"Auspicious, my lord, very auspicious," one of the Senju elders says, looking half-displeased and half-resigned. "May we have your name, to record this momentous occasion properly?"
"I," the fusion says self-importantly, "am Buchikotoji."
He chose the kanji of Hashirama's name that didn't have any trace of Senju tradition, of course. Unsurprising.
"Do you think they had secret meetings to name him in the last week, or?" Izuna mutters from the corner of his mouth to one of his clansmen, pretending to smile. "He came up with it so fast."
Tobirama isn't meant to overhear and he knows it but he can't help but snort and mutter back, "If you think this is the first time they fuse, I have a bridge to sell you."
He's pretty sure their first time was when they were still kids, in fact. There were several years during their early adolescence in which Hashirama didn't fuse with Tobirama at all. Back then he thought it was grief from knowing they would never be Juuhigebanma with Kawarama and Itama again, but it might have become a convenient excuse not to let it slip at some point.
He takes a deeper breath. Alright. After the show their brothers just put on, he can't be seen to balk. "Our turn, then."
He takes a step forward and holds out his hand. Izuna clasps it. Nothing happens. Tobirama pulls him in a little and Izuna's mouth tightens but he steps forward, and nothing keeps happening; and Izuna snorts and sweeps his free hand up to shape a hand seal.
After a very long fraction of a second thinking it's an attack, the expected betrayal, Tobirama recognizes it as the Dog seal -- the start of a water jutsu. Snorting back, he shapes a Tiger seal; then they sweep under their still linked wrists in a knife-handed attack that misses the other man's cheek by an inch at most. With their level of precision it was never a serious attack. A threat shaped like a game, or a game shaped like a threat.
This is actually extremely ridiculous, and therefore funny. He snorts, then chuckles out loud, once. Oh, he's much taller now, but almost spindly. One of his arms splits at the elbow into two forearms, two left hands. He wonders if he could one-hand-seal a water bullet with it while the other two shape a katon and then merge them for superheated steam; that could be devastating, especially if he can shape the steam.
"Brother?" Buchikotoji asks, laughing at him.
He frowns back, lip jutting out in thwarted pique. "What? Oh. My bad, my bad, I was thinking."
Oooh, Buchikotoji is shorter than him. This is amazing.
"About?" Buchikotoji asks, as if he can't tell from his beloved little brother's conciliatory smile that he's vaguely started planning something.
"Oh, terrifying jutsu. You know how it is."
--
suburban OT4 - Nelliel and Grimmjow
--
Grimmjow pisses her off so much some days and the worst thing is, she knows it's a habit she has fallen into, taking things he says just a shade worse than he meant them because sometimes he does mean them even worse than that. He's a foul-mouthed bastard who revels in stalking around scaring the normies, who takes people's disapproval as a reason to make them disapprove more, so she always expects it of him.
Now he exists like an animal in a trap, all desperate energy with nowhere to go and despair creeping in, and she did it; she trapped him.
"If it's going to be ruined," she says eventually, after several answers have come to her mind and been released, "then it was going to be ruined anyway. It's still a reprieve. You won't..."
'You won't be the cause of it,' she almost says, but they both know she can't say that and mean it, so she swallows it back.
"Maybe if I were alone it would last a few more days, but that's the same end result." She shrugs.
He's trying. She should...
She feels kind of like shit that a part of her is surprised at how hard he's trying. She knows him well enough, she hoped enough, but another part is used to their old rhythms. There's something savagely free and so noble inside him that she wants to tear free from the defensiveness and the cynicism it's buried under. So they get together like an explosion; there are tender moments in the dark, little slices of terribly aching vulnerability, and then it builds up; she pushes him too much, too far out of his comfort zone and they break up.
The break-up sex is always amazing. Then she's angry at herself for a while. Tells herself it's the last time she takes him back. Tells herself she was nosy and judgmental; no wonder he bailed. Tells herself next time she'll be more understanding, more patient. Tells herself he's not interested in getting over his shit and she shouldn't date projects.
Tell herself it'll just be a hookup.
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Grimmjow&pack ABO
--
He uppercuts Yylfordt in the chin, claws tucked in but merciless apart from that. If he rattles his brain maybe the guy will fall and stay down.
Edrad tackles him next. Burrows him in solid muscle. Snarling with the effort of restraining himself. Beside him Shawlong, hand spasming, sword tip erratic as it hesitates between targeting Grimmjow's chest and his neck -- just for a flicker of an instant before it --
He's gonna have to hit them for real he's gonna have to put them down, no sword no powers just his hands, he's gonna have to put his claws through them but he doesn't want to die here, he --
Neither do they and he has failed them again, he got them back and he failed them, gonna lose them again he cannot let any of them live to get back to Mayuri he cannot let himself live to get caught by Mayuri, his -- his pack, his, he fucking ate them and they're his and he's gonna have to --
Just waste them. Put them down and let them dust off. Not even the respect of taking their flesh inside his own body.