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monthly word count - january
TOTAL: 5 553 words.
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POSTED: nop
IN PROGRESS
-Ichigo/Grimmjow/Fraccion ABO! (552 words)
-bleach suburban ot4, two different scenes + attempts at starting a third i'm gonna have to throw out (4 083 words)
-madara/tobirama/izuna abo chapter 6 (580 words)
-bloodsport (grimmichi in space) (338 words)
that was really the month of starting a scene and then stalling and then not getting back to it, huh.
anyway.
--
bleach pack ABO
--
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Nothing much, boss," Di Roy replies, batting dust out of another pillow and adding it to a small tower of them.
Yeah, out of all his wrecking-ball-brained jackasses Di Roy is definitely the most inclined to randomly pick up and clean a mess. He really got into it in the desert, putting every grain of sand just so with his gigantic tail. Uh huh. What the fuck.
"So these are the... spirit-materializing objects?"
Shawlong is peering at two weird dolls in Urahara's hands. Urahara beams pleasantly, holding them out. "Yes, indeed. Oh, Kurosaki-san, you might remember the bigger model; these have been extremely streamlined since then, but with their new power capacity they should fit even something of the stature of your sword spirits--"
Nakeem spreads a blanket on the kitchen counter. Di Roy moves the pillow pile into it; then the blanket becomes a sack.
"...need to activate it?"
"Oh, nothing complicated! You just stab your sword into it. Ah, I would not advise an arrancar to try it, as your swords are much more integrated into your selves and not a fully detached spirit; it won't manifest, but it might hurt."
"I assure you, we have no intention of trying that," Shawlong replies with detached disdain. Grimmjow turns to watch him pick up the dolls, to weigh them thoughtfully.
Then he says "Go" and Nakeem grabs Grimmjow by the hips from behind, lifts him off the ground, and sits him on his shoulder.
He's pretty sure they blow out half the newly repaired wall when they sonido out en masse.
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suburban ot4
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Orihime tangles her fingers together, staring down at her hands. "After my brother died -- I was fourteen, I lived alone, in a studio -- and I. It was... lonely."
"Oh, your fucking bitch aunt."
Ichigo's hand slips on the spigot; water splashes. He splutters, getting a faceful; Nel slaps a hand on her mouth. Fuck.
Grimmjow is staring, not even at Nelliel's sudden outburst or at Ichigo being ridiculous, but at Orihime.
"... Didn't hear about that."
"Well! I still had my own place and all! It's pretty cool for a teenager! Serious street cred!"
"You hated it," Grimmjow retorts, eyes gone narrow.
"I hated it," Orihime admits, voice quiet. "But I spent a lot of time at Tatsuki-chan's house and Ichigo's, so it wasn't too bad. Then I got into a share house for university! That was great." She takes a deeper breath, like she's bracing. "I like that Nel-chan is here during the day. I kinda -- otherwise, I just... I do chores, I guess."
Stranded at the sink, Ichigo looks stricken, like he didn't know, didn't fully realize.
"All my other friends work," Orihime adds, bowing her head. "And it's -- it's nice, keeping house! It's my house, I like doing it! But it doesn't take all the hours in my day, you know? And it's -- quiet."
Ichigo steps up to her, rests a hand on her back. She smiles up at him, bright like she said nothing of importance. He furrows his brow back; he's not buying it.
Her smile shrinks, turns sadder. Nel turns her glass in her hands.
Everyone is silent for a moment.
"We should have had this conversation in the pillow fort," Orihime says all at once, eyebrows furrowed very seriously.
Nelliel cracks up.
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Naruto ABO
--
"Are the lot of you done walking around then?" (()) asked his ((child)), who pouted and leaned into him.
"Aw, papa, don't chase us off yet. The host has brought out such delicious-looking snacks."
"This is not a street festival," (()) scowled back, eyebrows scrunched down. "A minimum of propriety should be shown."
"We were invited to an informal tea," Raiha replied, leaning back onto her hands in a display of casual lack of care. "Not a war council. Madara-Izuna-kun had a stressful enough morning as it is," she added, patting Madara's shoulder. "Let them socialize."
Madara... kept his teeth behind his lips somehow.
"Raiha-san is so caring," Izuna replied with a teasing lilt, and leaned into Madara again, bowing sideways to her.
Then in the folds of their sleeves, hidden behind their hips, his hand found Madara's wrist and clenched around it. Madara breathed in, out. Brother's scent -- safe and trusted and known.
"Indeed. Thank you, Raiha-san." Thanks for reminding everyone that they were likely emotional and unsteady right now, and young, just like most of their fellow clan heads' children.
Izuna gave a second squeeze. Madara huffed quietly.
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POSTED: nop
IN PROGRESS
-Ichigo/Grimmjow/Fraccion ABO! (552 words)
-bleach suburban ot4, two different scenes + attempts at starting a third i'm gonna have to throw out (4 083 words)
-madara/tobirama/izuna abo chapter 6 (580 words)
-bloodsport (grimmichi in space) (338 words)
that was really the month of starting a scene and then stalling and then not getting back to it, huh.
anyway.
--
bleach pack ABO
--
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Nothing much, boss," Di Roy replies, batting dust out of another pillow and adding it to a small tower of them.
Yeah, out of all his wrecking-ball-brained jackasses Di Roy is definitely the most inclined to randomly pick up and clean a mess. He really got into it in the desert, putting every grain of sand just so with his gigantic tail. Uh huh. What the fuck.
"So these are the... spirit-materializing objects?"
Shawlong is peering at two weird dolls in Urahara's hands. Urahara beams pleasantly, holding them out. "Yes, indeed. Oh, Kurosaki-san, you might remember the bigger model; these have been extremely streamlined since then, but with their new power capacity they should fit even something of the stature of your sword spirits--"
Nakeem spreads a blanket on the kitchen counter. Di Roy moves the pillow pile into it; then the blanket becomes a sack.
"...need to activate it?"
"Oh, nothing complicated! You just stab your sword into it. Ah, I would not advise an arrancar to try it, as your swords are much more integrated into your selves and not a fully detached spirit; it won't manifest, but it might hurt."
"I assure you, we have no intention of trying that," Shawlong replies with detached disdain. Grimmjow turns to watch him pick up the dolls, to weigh them thoughtfully.
Then he says "Go" and Nakeem grabs Grimmjow by the hips from behind, lifts him off the ground, and sits him on his shoulder.
He's pretty sure they blow out half the newly repaired wall when they sonido out en masse.
--
suburban ot4
--
Orihime tangles her fingers together, staring down at her hands. "After my brother died -- I was fourteen, I lived alone, in a studio -- and I. It was... lonely."
"Oh, your fucking bitch aunt."
Ichigo's hand slips on the spigot; water splashes. He splutters, getting a faceful; Nel slaps a hand on her mouth. Fuck.
Grimmjow is staring, not even at Nelliel's sudden outburst or at Ichigo being ridiculous, but at Orihime.
"... Didn't hear about that."
"Well! I still had my own place and all! It's pretty cool for a teenager! Serious street cred!"
"You hated it," Grimmjow retorts, eyes gone narrow.
"I hated it," Orihime admits, voice quiet. "But I spent a lot of time at Tatsuki-chan's house and Ichigo's, so it wasn't too bad. Then I got into a share house for university! That was great." She takes a deeper breath, like she's bracing. "I like that Nel-chan is here during the day. I kinda -- otherwise, I just... I do chores, I guess."
Stranded at the sink, Ichigo looks stricken, like he didn't know, didn't fully realize.
"All my other friends work," Orihime adds, bowing her head. "And it's -- it's nice, keeping house! It's my house, I like doing it! But it doesn't take all the hours in my day, you know? And it's -- quiet."
Ichigo steps up to her, rests a hand on her back. She smiles up at him, bright like she said nothing of importance. He furrows his brow back; he's not buying it.
Her smile shrinks, turns sadder. Nel turns her glass in her hands.
Everyone is silent for a moment.
"We should have had this conversation in the pillow fort," Orihime says all at once, eyebrows furrowed very seriously.
Nelliel cracks up.
--
Naruto ABO
--
"Are the lot of you done walking around then?" (()) asked his ((child)), who pouted and leaned into him.
"Aw, papa, don't chase us off yet. The host has brought out such delicious-looking snacks."
"This is not a street festival," (()) scowled back, eyebrows scrunched down. "A minimum of propriety should be shown."
"We were invited to an informal tea," Raiha replied, leaning back onto her hands in a display of casual lack of care. "Not a war council. Madara-Izuna-kun had a stressful enough morning as it is," she added, patting Madara's shoulder. "Let them socialize."
Madara... kept his teeth behind his lips somehow.
"Raiha-san is so caring," Izuna replied with a teasing lilt, and leaned into Madara again, bowing sideways to her.
Then in the folds of their sleeves, hidden behind their hips, his hand found Madara's wrist and clenched around it. Madara breathed in, out. Brother's scent -- safe and trusted and known.
"Indeed. Thank you, Raiha-san." Thanks for reminding everyone that they were likely emotional and unsteady right now, and young, just like most of their fellow clan heads' children.
Izuna gave a second squeeze. Madara huffed quietly.