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Monthly word count - June
TOTAL: 7 902. Huh, it felt like more. still, it was progress!
POSTED
nothin!
IN PROGRESS
-Days on a wire chapter 5 (madatobiizu ABO) (2 324 words)
-unposted fic about tobirama breaking the universe a little to get his little brothers back (588 words)
-unposted fic about madara's out-of-nowhere baby that just so happens to have some white hair (121 words)
-Bleach: grimmichi+his fraccion (4 841 words!!!! about 500 of it that i'm gonna discard BUT.)
-random edits/sentence fragments of a fic i otherwise didn't touch (28 words)
Also posted: Days on a wire chapter 3 (madatobiizu ABO)
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teasers!
"Apologies for ruining your obedient omega act," he murmured in the lull between two observations on artistic currents of the last century.
Tobirama's eyes narrowed. "If you think he didn't know it was an act you're stupider than I thought."
Madara swallowed a splutter. "I knew that! But you didn't want him catching you breaking character, did you? That would make him too happy!"
The Senju stared at him for a long, tense moment, and then turned his face away, making a little annoyed noise between his teeth. Madara scowled.
"And now you're annoyed that I'm right?!"
"I'm annoyed that you exist."
The beta chaperone cleared her throat pointedly. Tobirama took in a deep, bracing breath through his nose. Madara glowered away, and tried to ease his scowl before another novella could be written about their lover's tiff.
"Anyway. Pottery."
"It's carvings."
"It's not worth half the price he paid for it, is what it is."
Tobirama started to open his mouth, and then slid his eyes away and opened his fan to block the lower half of his face, hiding his expression.
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weird timeline-breaking tobirama fic
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Blood in his eye. He flipped the stolen kunai around and went for the nearest knee. Up the slope out of sight fire bloomed -- how many had come through -- his assailant pulled out another kunai, sweeping out of the way of Tobirama's blade, went to try again; dodged to the side as a rock came flying at his head.
Another deadlock, violent blade-to-blade crash. His arms trembled. He let them. The guy saw it, shoved --
Tobirama threw himself onto his back, feet lashing out to let the man's own momentum fling him into the jutting rocks only five steps behind. The man whirled, impacting with his back; Tobirama flipped the kunai point down in his hand, stepping in --
Kawarama yelled a warning as a polearm sent him flying and another enemy reached down for the Uchiha child.
Enemy on one side, groaning, not out of the fight -- enemy on the other side who didn't know there was nowhere she could bring the child and actually salvage this and would still try, child (his terrified eyes, so black), brother --
Brother out of reach. Brother out of reach, free from their pincer attack, free to run. Tobirama and Kawarama could escape now, and let Madara sort it out. He'd be too busy to chase.
Tobirama sliced his hand up -- muddy water followed, right into her nose and throat -- and snatched up the child.
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surprise madara child
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Five Senju corpses, six, nine. A fresh gouge in the earth. Mud everywhere. Some trees torn up past the debris. Madara and Hikaku ghost over them, following the trail of destruction. Another dead Senju.
In a clearing that didn't exist an hour ago there is a Senju corpse face down with a sword through the shoulder blades, and a Senju man sitting on his heels and holding onto his knees. He's balancing on his toes to be ready to move, Madara thinks, but his head is bowed and his shoulders quiver.
A silent gasp. A sob. A hand slowly fisting in white hair.
Madara and Hikaku have been here for the space of three whole breaths and he hasn't even noticed.
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Bleach ABO
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Fifteen minutes later they're all crammed inside Kurosaki's bedroom, on the first floor of a house that shakes every time Edrad or Nakeem take a step -- but neither of them is doing that now. Now the bed frame is standing on its side to block part of the window, the mattress is on the floor, Grimmjow sitting on a corner trying to breathe around the pain, and Nakeem is wedged against the wall getting grimly fucked by Di Roy. They all have their swords in hand and there isn't a single sheath to be seen.
Kurosaki stands behind him with a hand on the nape of his neck. His eyes are gold and over two-thirds of his face is masked. His dick is tenting his torn-up shinigami uniform and his head keeps turning at every non-noise. It's probably the only reason Di Roy's managing to perform; Kurosaki isn't paying attention to him.
He's freaking out and Grimmjow can't get him to calm down.
"Edrad? Status."
"Starting to consider the best place to plant my blade so I can ride the handle," he replies almost pleasantly, except for the fact that he would never joke like that if he felt pleasant. He manages to send Grimmjow a little grimace-and-shrug as an apology. "I'll live."
"Mmh. Shawlong?"
"I can run." What he means is, they should run. The enemy found them, their hideout is broken, the new barrier might possibly be a prison, and Kurosaki won't let them leave. Yeah, Grimmjow knows exactly what he means.
He doesn't like it either but his cunt is starting to clench around jack shit all over again and he can maybe limp through one more battle with peons but only if nobody minds him dropping in the middle to make a nest out of the corpses and start yowling for an alpha to come breed him already.
He can already tell he's gonna fuck up his lung nice and proper once he really gets into it.
POSTED
nothin!
IN PROGRESS
-Days on a wire chapter 5 (madatobiizu ABO) (2 324 words)
-unposted fic about tobirama breaking the universe a little to get his little brothers back (588 words)
-unposted fic about madara's out-of-nowhere baby that just so happens to have some white hair (121 words)
-Bleach: grimmichi+his fraccion (4 841 words!!!! about 500 of it that i'm gonna discard BUT.)
-random edits/sentence fragments of a fic i otherwise didn't touch (28 words)
Also posted: Days on a wire chapter 3 (madatobiizu ABO)
--
teasers!
"Apologies for ruining your obedient omega act," he murmured in the lull between two observations on artistic currents of the last century.
Tobirama's eyes narrowed. "If you think he didn't know it was an act you're stupider than I thought."
Madara swallowed a splutter. "I knew that! But you didn't want him catching you breaking character, did you? That would make him too happy!"
The Senju stared at him for a long, tense moment, and then turned his face away, making a little annoyed noise between his teeth. Madara scowled.
"And now you're annoyed that I'm right?!"
"I'm annoyed that you exist."
The beta chaperone cleared her throat pointedly. Tobirama took in a deep, bracing breath through his nose. Madara glowered away, and tried to ease his scowl before another novella could be written about their lover's tiff.
"Anyway. Pottery."
"It's carvings."
"It's not worth half the price he paid for it, is what it is."
Tobirama started to open his mouth, and then slid his eyes away and opened his fan to block the lower half of his face, hiding his expression.
--
weird timeline-breaking tobirama fic
--
Blood in his eye. He flipped the stolen kunai around and went for the nearest knee. Up the slope out of sight fire bloomed -- how many had come through -- his assailant pulled out another kunai, sweeping out of the way of Tobirama's blade, went to try again; dodged to the side as a rock came flying at his head.
Another deadlock, violent blade-to-blade crash. His arms trembled. He let them. The guy saw it, shoved --
Tobirama threw himself onto his back, feet lashing out to let the man's own momentum fling him into the jutting rocks only five steps behind. The man whirled, impacting with his back; Tobirama flipped the kunai point down in his hand, stepping in --
Kawarama yelled a warning as a polearm sent him flying and another enemy reached down for the Uchiha child.
Enemy on one side, groaning, not out of the fight -- enemy on the other side who didn't know there was nowhere she could bring the child and actually salvage this and would still try, child (his terrified eyes, so black), brother --
Brother out of reach. Brother out of reach, free from their pincer attack, free to run. Tobirama and Kawarama could escape now, and let Madara sort it out. He'd be too busy to chase.
Tobirama sliced his hand up -- muddy water followed, right into her nose and throat -- and snatched up the child.
--
surprise madara child
--
Five Senju corpses, six, nine. A fresh gouge in the earth. Mud everywhere. Some trees torn up past the debris. Madara and Hikaku ghost over them, following the trail of destruction. Another dead Senju.
In a clearing that didn't exist an hour ago there is a Senju corpse face down with a sword through the shoulder blades, and a Senju man sitting on his heels and holding onto his knees. He's balancing on his toes to be ready to move, Madara thinks, but his head is bowed and his shoulders quiver.
A silent gasp. A sob. A hand slowly fisting in white hair.
Madara and Hikaku have been here for the space of three whole breaths and he hasn't even noticed.
--
Bleach ABO
--
Fifteen minutes later they're all crammed inside Kurosaki's bedroom, on the first floor of a house that shakes every time Edrad or Nakeem take a step -- but neither of them is doing that now. Now the bed frame is standing on its side to block part of the window, the mattress is on the floor, Grimmjow sitting on a corner trying to breathe around the pain, and Nakeem is wedged against the wall getting grimly fucked by Di Roy. They all have their swords in hand and there isn't a single sheath to be seen.
Kurosaki stands behind him with a hand on the nape of his neck. His eyes are gold and over two-thirds of his face is masked. His dick is tenting his torn-up shinigami uniform and his head keeps turning at every non-noise. It's probably the only reason Di Roy's managing to perform; Kurosaki isn't paying attention to him.
He's freaking out and Grimmjow can't get him to calm down.
"Edrad? Status."
"Starting to consider the best place to plant my blade so I can ride the handle," he replies almost pleasantly, except for the fact that he would never joke like that if he felt pleasant. He manages to send Grimmjow a little grimace-and-shrug as an apology. "I'll live."
"Mmh. Shawlong?"
"I can run." What he means is, they should run. The enemy found them, their hideout is broken, the new barrier might possibly be a prison, and Kurosaki won't let them leave. Yeah, Grimmjow knows exactly what he means.
He doesn't like it either but his cunt is starting to clench around jack shit all over again and he can maybe limp through one more battle with peons but only if nobody minds him dropping in the middle to make a nest out of the corpses and start yowling for an alpha to come breed him already.
He can already tell he's gonna fuck up his lung nice and proper once he really gets into it.