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monthly word count - november
TOTAL: 7 224
eh. not unexpected. :X
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zilch.
IN PROGRESS
-bloodsport chapter 4 (1 266 words) (i keep starting and stopping and starting and stopping aaaa)
-suburban ot4 (3 095 words) (this is a lot of snippets here and there as i try to bridge gaps. it's weirdly nice to be able to do that because i haven't posted any of it yet. at the same time if it wasn't something i'm writing just for me and not expecting other people to love the lack of feedback would be so discouraging XD)
-cherry wine chapter... 5? i think. and a little bit of six. (2 863 words)
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bloodsport
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The spaceship docked in the hangar didn't look Quincy in style, but it didn't look Arrancar either. Humanity had spread out across a lot of planets, though. Grimmjow could recognize the main thrust of it -- one of the Rukon diaspora worlds -- but he was not going to pin down the precise planet of origin off the top of his head.
A lot more weapons on it than the usual Quincy rich-and-flaunting-it type, at any rate. Quincies seemed to think that if they couldn't deal with space attacks with their superior psychic blasts that they deserved to die or some shit. (Not that they ever did. Kinda hurt to admit it but the assholes' sterling-silver focus arrays kept them more dangerous than any reactor-fed cannon in the market.)
Really odd. It wasn't like the Quincy fleet was lacking in smaller vessels. Half of the last battles had taken place on Earth, with land troops and local guerilla factions. A lot of the fleet hadn't even had time to get in the air.
"Admitting weakness to look too pitiable to attack," Charlotte mused as they all lined up to wait for the hatch to open, "or trying to visually separate themselves from the supremacist faction, or...?"
Or unassuming, and friendly, and in the same power class as his Kurosaki.
"Being tricky," Grimmjow decided. "Ballsy enough to bring their heir in their baggage?"
"He was weak," Luppi countered. "In her place I'd bring him as a bribe."
Pfft. Possible. That they were family didn't count a ton, from what he'd ever remarked from high-caste assholes. The more money and power in play and the less you could count on blood bonds and all that shit.
But Kurosaki and Ishida had been hanging out together, on that mission, even outside orders to pair up for patrol.
It was already a good while ago, and Grimmjow hadn't paid him much mind at the time, but that Ishida's reaction to that half-assed blackmail story... Nah. "Stiff ain't the same as weak. Guy had a serious temper. He wasn't docile enough to come along nicely if he thought he was gonna get sold off to us, so he's here under her protection, so she thinks she can." A quiet snort. "If she's related to old Ywhach she ain't gonna need much in the way of focus arrays, so there might still be some under the plating."
"I come in peace, but do try to bite, it'll be funny?" Dordoni asked. "Heh. That sounds interesting -- ah, there they are."
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suburban ot4
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Is he keeping them up? Fuck. He hesitates in the entryway, jacket half opened.
"Grimmjow? Is that you?"
"Nope, it's your union-appointed cat burglar," he shoots back without thinking, because -- that was Kurosaki Ichigo.
Weird thuds and wriggly noises happen, and then a thundering of feet, and Nelliel appears at the door to the living room, staring with owl eyes and imperious eyebrows. Her clothes are askew and her wavy hair all over the place, and well, he has a thought. For like half a second. Then he smirks. "You got stuck in the couch, huh."
"--fuck you." She closes her gaping mouth, scowling harder with her cheeks puffed up. "How dare you malign me like this."
"Orihime tried to pull her up and almost landed on her," Nerd Glasses Kurosaki says, peering from the side of the doorway, and then Karate Kurosaki pops up under his chin, and all three of them ogle impatiently at him as he sits there on the step trying to pull his boot free. "Cat burglars have a union now?"
"Why do you think I came in through the ground floor? We got safety standards now."
"Aww, that's kind of taking the romance out of it," Karate Kurosaki bemoans, and crouches and makes grabby hands the way she does for her kid, for him to give her his feet.
"... Uh. I'm good." Grimmjow gives a good yank and plops his boot in the corner, weirdly embarrassed, trying not to boggle at the thought of her pulling hard as she can and flying ass over teakettle when it finally gives. "Thanks. Yeah."
He's already halfway through getting pulled to his feet by the time he even realizes Nerd Glasses Kurosaki was holding out his hand to him.
"So?!" Nelliel demands, feet planted, surprisingly frazzled.
He could tease or drag it on but all that comes out is "Yeah, I got it," not quite as naturally casual as he was trying for. A weird note of awkwardness slipping in. He wants to scratch at his head and shrugs instead, but then he's getting his neck cracked in three places. She's up on the step and he's still down in the entrance; it feels different from a normal hug, more enveloping somehow.
It's warm.
At Nelliel's shoulders both of their hosts are smiling at him.
"This is great! Ooh, I'm so relieved--"
"Yeah, yeah," Nerd Glasses Kurosaki says, humoring his wife, and flicks him a lopsided smile even as he turns her by the shoulders. "Let's stop blocking the way for a minute though. Good job," he throws over his shoulder, leaving Grimmjow to have a private cuddly moment with his -- whatever Nelliel is to him.
He feels a burst of embarrassed gratefulness for the privacy; he buries his face in her neck, breathing out finally. "I got it, fuck."
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cherry wine chapter 5
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"Dressing someone else is best done with the person in question nearby," she mused apropos of nothing, like she hadn't just about said 'lest you commit regrettable fashion faux-pas' out loud.
... Like dressing Tobirama in forest greens, he couldn't help but think, and narrowed his eyes. (Tobirama's skin was almost translucent in places, tinged a rosy pink and veins showing blue. Yellower greens would probably turn him into a walking, rotting corpse.)
He walked back his suspicion, poking at it from another couple of angles. She'd been around to watch the confrontation, about Tobirama (though really more about the Fuma wanting to cause trouble and only managing this half-assed little squabble; underwhelming and therefore suspicious.) The current big Uchiha scandal meanwhile was also related to Tobirama, but...
She knew who he was shopping for, and was considering the result of his trip important enough to get in his face to gather more intel. So she was going to sabotage his purchase, or undermine it somehow. It would be as simple as having something identical or better offered first, before the meeting, so theirs would seem poorly researched or lazy or just disappointing now that the surprise was spent.
Which meant he was wasting his time out here.
"I didn't say I was dressing anyone else either." He smiled. "That would be extremely presumptuous, wouldn't it? Considering."
"Considering?" Nishi mumbled to her sister, quietly enough that Izuna could have easily pretended not to hear her at all. He grinned instead.
"Well! Depending on the context, spending a year's salary to dress someone in a long-sleeved kimono would carry a strong expectation of being allowed to undress them." He beamed straight at her, teeth out and eyelids draped a touch too low to be anything but smug. "Rather a waste of money, wouldn't you agree?"
For the briefest instant, as he watched, sharingan on the verge of emerging, he could see her affable, disinterested expression tighten, he could feel a tendril of killing intent twang in the air between them.
A waste of money, because he'd already gotten it for free.
eh. not unexpected. :X
POSTED:
zilch.
IN PROGRESS
-bloodsport chapter 4 (1 266 words) (i keep starting and stopping and starting and stopping aaaa)
-suburban ot4 (3 095 words) (this is a lot of snippets here and there as i try to bridge gaps. it's weirdly nice to be able to do that because i haven't posted any of it yet. at the same time if it wasn't something i'm writing just for me and not expecting other people to love the lack of feedback would be so discouraging XD)
-cherry wine chapter... 5? i think. and a little bit of six. (2 863 words)
--
bloodsport
--
The spaceship docked in the hangar didn't look Quincy in style, but it didn't look Arrancar either. Humanity had spread out across a lot of planets, though. Grimmjow could recognize the main thrust of it -- one of the Rukon diaspora worlds -- but he was not going to pin down the precise planet of origin off the top of his head.
A lot more weapons on it than the usual Quincy rich-and-flaunting-it type, at any rate. Quincies seemed to think that if they couldn't deal with space attacks with their superior psychic blasts that they deserved to die or some shit. (Not that they ever did. Kinda hurt to admit it but the assholes' sterling-silver focus arrays kept them more dangerous than any reactor-fed cannon in the market.)
Really odd. It wasn't like the Quincy fleet was lacking in smaller vessels. Half of the last battles had taken place on Earth, with land troops and local guerilla factions. A lot of the fleet hadn't even had time to get in the air.
"Admitting weakness to look too pitiable to attack," Charlotte mused as they all lined up to wait for the hatch to open, "or trying to visually separate themselves from the supremacist faction, or...?"
Or unassuming, and friendly, and in the same power class as his Kurosaki.
"Being tricky," Grimmjow decided. "Ballsy enough to bring their heir in their baggage?"
"He was weak," Luppi countered. "In her place I'd bring him as a bribe."
Pfft. Possible. That they were family didn't count a ton, from what he'd ever remarked from high-caste assholes. The more money and power in play and the less you could count on blood bonds and all that shit.
But Kurosaki and Ishida had been hanging out together, on that mission, even outside orders to pair up for patrol.
It was already a good while ago, and Grimmjow hadn't paid him much mind at the time, but that Ishida's reaction to that half-assed blackmail story... Nah. "Stiff ain't the same as weak. Guy had a serious temper. He wasn't docile enough to come along nicely if he thought he was gonna get sold off to us, so he's here under her protection, so she thinks she can." A quiet snort. "If she's related to old Ywhach she ain't gonna need much in the way of focus arrays, so there might still be some under the plating."
"I come in peace, but do try to bite, it'll be funny?" Dordoni asked. "Heh. That sounds interesting -- ah, there they are."
--
suburban ot4
--
Is he keeping them up? Fuck. He hesitates in the entryway, jacket half opened.
"Grimmjow? Is that you?"
"Nope, it's your union-appointed cat burglar," he shoots back without thinking, because -- that was Kurosaki Ichigo.
Weird thuds and wriggly noises happen, and then a thundering of feet, and Nelliel appears at the door to the living room, staring with owl eyes and imperious eyebrows. Her clothes are askew and her wavy hair all over the place, and well, he has a thought. For like half a second. Then he smirks. "You got stuck in the couch, huh."
"--fuck you." She closes her gaping mouth, scowling harder with her cheeks puffed up. "How dare you malign me like this."
"Orihime tried to pull her up and almost landed on her," Nerd Glasses Kurosaki says, peering from the side of the doorway, and then Karate Kurosaki pops up under his chin, and all three of them ogle impatiently at him as he sits there on the step trying to pull his boot free. "Cat burglars have a union now?"
"Why do you think I came in through the ground floor? We got safety standards now."
"Aww, that's kind of taking the romance out of it," Karate Kurosaki bemoans, and crouches and makes grabby hands the way she does for her kid, for him to give her his feet.
"... Uh. I'm good." Grimmjow gives a good yank and plops his boot in the corner, weirdly embarrassed, trying not to boggle at the thought of her pulling hard as she can and flying ass over teakettle when it finally gives. "Thanks. Yeah."
He's already halfway through getting pulled to his feet by the time he even realizes Nerd Glasses Kurosaki was holding out his hand to him.
"So?!" Nelliel demands, feet planted, surprisingly frazzled.
He could tease or drag it on but all that comes out is "Yeah, I got it," not quite as naturally casual as he was trying for. A weird note of awkwardness slipping in. He wants to scratch at his head and shrugs instead, but then he's getting his neck cracked in three places. She's up on the step and he's still down in the entrance; it feels different from a normal hug, more enveloping somehow.
It's warm.
At Nelliel's shoulders both of their hosts are smiling at him.
"This is great! Ooh, I'm so relieved--"
"Yeah, yeah," Nerd Glasses Kurosaki says, humoring his wife, and flicks him a lopsided smile even as he turns her by the shoulders. "Let's stop blocking the way for a minute though. Good job," he throws over his shoulder, leaving Grimmjow to have a private cuddly moment with his -- whatever Nelliel is to him.
He feels a burst of embarrassed gratefulness for the privacy; he buries his face in her neck, breathing out finally. "I got it, fuck."
--
cherry wine chapter 5
--
"Dressing someone else is best done with the person in question nearby," she mused apropos of nothing, like she hadn't just about said 'lest you commit regrettable fashion faux-pas' out loud.
... Like dressing Tobirama in forest greens, he couldn't help but think, and narrowed his eyes. (Tobirama's skin was almost translucent in places, tinged a rosy pink and veins showing blue. Yellower greens would probably turn him into a walking, rotting corpse.)
He walked back his suspicion, poking at it from another couple of angles. She'd been around to watch the confrontation, about Tobirama (though really more about the Fuma wanting to cause trouble and only managing this half-assed little squabble; underwhelming and therefore suspicious.) The current big Uchiha scandal meanwhile was also related to Tobirama, but...
She knew who he was shopping for, and was considering the result of his trip important enough to get in his face to gather more intel. So she was going to sabotage his purchase, or undermine it somehow. It would be as simple as having something identical or better offered first, before the meeting, so theirs would seem poorly researched or lazy or just disappointing now that the surprise was spent.
Which meant he was wasting his time out here.
"I didn't say I was dressing anyone else either." He smiled. "That would be extremely presumptuous, wouldn't it? Considering."
"Considering?" Nishi mumbled to her sister, quietly enough that Izuna could have easily pretended not to hear her at all. He grinned instead.
"Well! Depending on the context, spending a year's salary to dress someone in a long-sleeved kimono would carry a strong expectation of being allowed to undress them." He beamed straight at her, teeth out and eyelids draped a touch too low to be anything but smug. "Rather a waste of money, wouldn't you agree?"
For the briefest instant, as he watched, sharingan on the verge of emerging, he could see her affable, disinterested expression tighten, he could feel a tendril of killing intent twang in the air between them.
A waste of money, because he'd already gotten it for free.