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Monthly word count - august
TOTAL: 3 671
... seriously??? i felt like i'd written so much more, wtf. that's IT? D:
15 401 I FUCKING KNEW IT
POSTED: nothin!
IN PROGRESS
-Bleach: suburban ot4 (2 667 words and half of it is discards and false starts~ 14 396 I KNEW IT YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)
-Naruto: The Thirteenth Hour chapter 3 (511 words)
-Naruto: cherry wine chapter 5 (494 words, a third of it ALSO discards! hffg ???? no teaser for that one, too fragmented.)
:( ok no it's really odd and uncool, did i forget something??? uuuuuugh.
edit: I DID holy shit why was i so sure these were from last month?? hghh my babies.
Posted this month but written earlier: The Thirteenth Hour chapter 2 (tobirama breaks the timeline to get his brothers back)
teasers
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suburban ot4, grimmjow and nelliel
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She hesitates, craning her neck to look at him. "I... She said we could find out the sex if I wanted but you weren't around. Do you want to? I have another appointment in two weeks, but it's another Thursday morning."
Grimmjow blinks at her. "Oh, right, you can do that."
Nelliel stares back. Did he honestly forget-- "Did you not even wonder?"
He looks away, lip jutting out just a tiny little bit. "Well it ain't going to matter until we gotta teach 'em to piss in a toilet instead of their diaper, now does it? I'm pretty sure it's not the same technique. Until then it's just feed them when they're hungry, change them, get them to nap, repeat."
Nelliel boggles at him for a moment, and then starts laughing herself breathless.
"Hey." He shoves her a little, trying to scowl and not quite managing to hide the rueful smile that wants to come out. He's a little pink around the ears. "Hey. It's true. Those things are hard to aim, okay."
"Oh my god." There are tears at the corner of her eyes from giggling. "So... You don't want to find out? Let it be a surprise?"
She's disappointed, but... Well. Taking time off work so soon after getting hired probably isn't a good plan, if his irregular schedule doesn't accommodate. If he doesn't see the point anyway, it's -- she doesn't want an empty gesture.
"I guess I can bring Hime-chan again." It's not like Hime has so many things to do at home when Nelliel is helping with the chores that she can't afford to step out, and... She grins. "She asked so many questions and she got all bubbly and sparkly-eyed, you know? She was so excited I swear the doctor thought she was the other mom," she adds, laughing.
Grimmjow snorts. "Yeah, okay, that's fuckin' cute." He slips an arm around her waist and pulls her in, though, palm spread on the curve of her belly. "But nah, I'll go. We can find out. Guess I..."
He falls silent; his brow furrows, eyes looking faraway.
"Mm?"
"Guess it's not bad to have extra time to think about -- stuff for when they're older, anyway. If it's a boy--"
He stops there, like his throat tripped him, and Nelliel tenses, hands clenching on the container of umeboshi she's still cradling on what little space is left on her lap. She knows things about his parents, but mostly from what he doesn't talk about. She didn't push -- she's the same way. It's too much to dig out.
"All I know is how my old man raised me and fuck that, I might as well not know shit."
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The Thirteenth Hour
--
He heard voices, felt chakra signatures he... thought he knew. Sometimes they were moving and sometimes not; it felt like floating, like a dream, the ground unrolling far below. He knew he should be awake but not yet, not yet, he was too tired (he didn't want to die yet). He...
Heard voices.
Screams. Child. Known. Angry more than hurt but -- Kawarama.
He sat up all at once, lashing out at the closest -- tall, fire, enemy. It hurt, his head hurt so bad, blinding stabbing white pain -- brother. Brother, needed to save his brother, needed to --
Flat on his front on -- sand? Packed earth. Heavy weight on his back, metal, armor. Arm around his neck.
He could breathe. He tried to shape a hand sigh and his hands got caught, flattened to the ground. Two enemies? At least two.
"--Tobi-nii? Tobi-nii, it's okay."
It was not okay; Kawarama's voice was shaking. It smelled like ash, like smoke. Tobirama couldn't fight free.
"Senju, calm down."
Madara. Ah.
Useless to fight. For now.
"You made him scream," he rasped back. "You made him--"
"I told him to fake it because nothing else was waking you up," Madara barked in his ear. "Lucky for him he faked it well enough I didn't need to inspire him. Or stab you. Sit up, stop wasting your strength." He knelt up astride Tobirama's hips, grabbed him under the armpits like a toddler or a wriggly cat, and hauled him upright.
15 401 I FUCKING KNEW IT
POSTED: nothin!
IN PROGRESS
-Bleach: suburban ot4 (
-Naruto: The Thirteenth Hour chapter 3 (511 words)
-Naruto: cherry wine chapter 5 (494 words, a third of it ALSO discards! hffg ???? no teaser for that one, too fragmented.)
:( ok no it's really odd and uncool, did i forget something??? uuuuuugh.
edit: I DID holy shit why was i so sure these were from last month?? hghh my babies.
Posted this month but written earlier: The Thirteenth Hour chapter 2 (tobirama breaks the timeline to get his brothers back)
teasers
--
suburban ot4, grimmjow and nelliel
--
She hesitates, craning her neck to look at him. "I... She said we could find out the sex if I wanted but you weren't around. Do you want to? I have another appointment in two weeks, but it's another Thursday morning."
Grimmjow blinks at her. "Oh, right, you can do that."
Nelliel stares back. Did he honestly forget-- "Did you not even wonder?"
He looks away, lip jutting out just a tiny little bit. "Well it ain't going to matter until we gotta teach 'em to piss in a toilet instead of their diaper, now does it? I'm pretty sure it's not the same technique. Until then it's just feed them when they're hungry, change them, get them to nap, repeat."
Nelliel boggles at him for a moment, and then starts laughing herself breathless.
"Hey." He shoves her a little, trying to scowl and not quite managing to hide the rueful smile that wants to come out. He's a little pink around the ears. "Hey. It's true. Those things are hard to aim, okay."
"Oh my god." There are tears at the corner of her eyes from giggling. "So... You don't want to find out? Let it be a surprise?"
She's disappointed, but... Well. Taking time off work so soon after getting hired probably isn't a good plan, if his irregular schedule doesn't accommodate. If he doesn't see the point anyway, it's -- she doesn't want an empty gesture.
"I guess I can bring Hime-chan again." It's not like Hime has so many things to do at home when Nelliel is helping with the chores that she can't afford to step out, and... She grins. "She asked so many questions and she got all bubbly and sparkly-eyed, you know? She was so excited I swear the doctor thought she was the other mom," she adds, laughing.
Grimmjow snorts. "Yeah, okay, that's fuckin' cute." He slips an arm around her waist and pulls her in, though, palm spread on the curve of her belly. "But nah, I'll go. We can find out. Guess I..."
He falls silent; his brow furrows, eyes looking faraway.
"Mm?"
"Guess it's not bad to have extra time to think about -- stuff for when they're older, anyway. If it's a boy--"
He stops there, like his throat tripped him, and Nelliel tenses, hands clenching on the container of umeboshi she's still cradling on what little space is left on her lap. She knows things about his parents, but mostly from what he doesn't talk about. She didn't push -- she's the same way. It's too much to dig out.
"All I know is how my old man raised me and fuck that, I might as well not know shit."
--
The Thirteenth Hour
--
He heard voices, felt chakra signatures he... thought he knew. Sometimes they were moving and sometimes not; it felt like floating, like a dream, the ground unrolling far below. He knew he should be awake but not yet, not yet, he was too tired (he didn't want to die yet). He...
Heard voices.
Screams. Child. Known. Angry more than hurt but -- Kawarama.
He sat up all at once, lashing out at the closest -- tall, fire, enemy. It hurt, his head hurt so bad, blinding stabbing white pain -- brother. Brother, needed to save his brother, needed to --
Flat on his front on -- sand? Packed earth. Heavy weight on his back, metal, armor. Arm around his neck.
He could breathe. He tried to shape a hand sigh and his hands got caught, flattened to the ground. Two enemies? At least two.
"--Tobi-nii? Tobi-nii, it's okay."
It was not okay; Kawarama's voice was shaking. It smelled like ash, like smoke. Tobirama couldn't fight free.
"Senju, calm down."
Madara. Ah.
Useless to fight. For now.
"You made him scream," he rasped back. "You made him--"
"I told him to fake it because nothing else was waking you up," Madara barked in his ear. "Lucky for him he faked it well enough I didn't need to inspire him. Or stab you. Sit up, stop wasting your strength." He knelt up astride Tobirama's hips, grabbed him under the armpits like a toddler or a wriggly cat, and hauled him upright.