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Monthly word count - november
TOTAL: 4 207
POSTED: nope!
IN PROGRESS
-bleach suburban ot4 (2 194 words)
-naruto ABO cherry wine (1 257 words)
-bleach ABO pack fuckening (756 words, mostly edits/adds-on)
mmmyep, unsurprised here. no external reason, i just... nosedived or something. idk. flops.
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teasers
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Naruto ABO cherry wine
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"One cannot simply refuse to consider all possibilities," he mused detachedly, and started slicing himself a band of cloth off the bottom of the man's shirt.
The sound of cotton shearing felt very loud in the room for the couple of seconds it took Tobirama and Izuna to get it.
"--Scent token."
"Masterful deduction." Considering he had gone into an actual ghost rut once from losing track of a still-vulnerable, freshly-bred (or so his instincts said) Tobirama...
A bit of cloth that only smelled of the man's effort-sweat and not of his (their) pleasure wasn't going to help a lot, but it was better than nothing. He knew better than to hope the towel Tobirama had used after his bath (if he had used any and not simply jutsued the water off) would still hold any traces of him.
... His hands were so close to Tobirama's hip, the waist of his pants.
"You could have asked," Tobirama snapped, tense and unmoving. "I thought you were done, do you even need one or are you just trying to get stabbed?"
"If we don't want me to slaughter my way through every daimyo's guard and courtier who looks at me sideways for this mess? Rather," Madara replied absently, and wondered whether he would get away with cutting through the strap of his fundoshi and pulling it free like a street hustler pulling a handkerchief from a sleeve--
"Niisan. No."
"I didn't do anything."
"Good. Keep doing that."
Chuckling to himself, he pushed the thought away. Dumb alpha optimism would be a good way to get stabbed. And then Tobirama would flounce away in a snit, which would be amusing but also very unpleasant. Best that his -- temporary lover -- leave calmly, or even better be left behind as he and Izuna went away, to allow Madara's hindbrain to pretend he would wait for them here.
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bleach suburban ot4
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Orihime starts clamping locks of Nelliel's hair out of the way. It feels nice. She looks so serious in the mirror, determined to do it right.
"I think we all started dyeing it at the same time back then," Nel says quietly, watching the two of them in the mirror. The baby is turning over in her belly, something slow and ponderous.
"Hm?"
"Most of us were half-Japanese at best. Our faces already..." She waves vaguely at her own face. "I mean, I pass from the neck up, if you don't get close enough to notice my eye color, but I really don't have a Japanese woman's build."
The only woman she's ever met who might have a bust-waist ratio approaching hers is Orihime, in fact. And Orihime is still short. Nelliel is taller than some guys out here; her shoulders are squarer, more solid.
"Anyway. We couldn't hide it, most of us, so we got into the habit of shoving it in people's faces, I guess. Better be noticed for my hair than for my tits, when I was fifteen."
Orihime winces, looks sad. Starts scratching at her skull through the hair bleach like one might pet a cat.
"--Ugh, why did this get so sad," Nelliel remembers to say three seconds of bubbling tingles later. "I just mean! I don't look like me with natural hair, but this is... really bright, and my kid--"
"Your kid will have the coolest mom," Orihime says staunchly. "And you could -- there are less intense blue-greens. Mossy would look nice? Or sage green. You don't have to go natural. You should keep looking like a faerie."
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bleach pack fuckening ABO
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Fucking smirky bastard. He hoots, insulting, when Grimmjow lunges to claw him, so when he hops over him to dodge Grimmjow goes for the less-friendly rules of hunting and clamps his teeth onto the thigh passing him by.
White Zangetsu proves himself to be a normal person by snarling so loud the walls of the cliff tremble in echo. Grimmjow releases him, grinning all teeth out -- then Whitey is on him, trying to ram him back-first into the ground. Growls echoing, they kick and swipe, and roll--
And the black one plucks him from the ground like an errant child, arms slipping under his armpits and lifting him off the ground in a smooth instant.
Whitey looks at his face, and bursts out laughing. "You forgot -- you forgot there were two of us, holy shit, heat Grimmjow is so fucking dumb--"
"I'm gonna pull out all your guts and knit them into a cozy gut poncho."
POSTED: nope!
IN PROGRESS
-bleach suburban ot4 (2 194 words)
-naruto ABO cherry wine (1 257 words)
-bleach ABO pack fuckening (756 words, mostly edits/adds-on)
mmmyep, unsurprised here. no external reason, i just... nosedived or something. idk. flops.
--
teasers
--
Naruto ABO cherry wine
--
"One cannot simply refuse to consider all possibilities," he mused detachedly, and started slicing himself a band of cloth off the bottom of the man's shirt.
The sound of cotton shearing felt very loud in the room for the couple of seconds it took Tobirama and Izuna to get it.
"--Scent token."
"Masterful deduction." Considering he had gone into an actual ghost rut once from losing track of a still-vulnerable, freshly-bred (or so his instincts said) Tobirama...
A bit of cloth that only smelled of the man's effort-sweat and not of his (their) pleasure wasn't going to help a lot, but it was better than nothing. He knew better than to hope the towel Tobirama had used after his bath (if he had used any and not simply jutsued the water off) would still hold any traces of him.
... His hands were so close to Tobirama's hip, the waist of his pants.
"You could have asked," Tobirama snapped, tense and unmoving. "I thought you were done, do you even need one or are you just trying to get stabbed?"
"If we don't want me to slaughter my way through every daimyo's guard and courtier who looks at me sideways for this mess? Rather," Madara replied absently, and wondered whether he would get away with cutting through the strap of his fundoshi and pulling it free like a street hustler pulling a handkerchief from a sleeve--
"Niisan. No."
"I didn't do anything."
"Good. Keep doing that."
Chuckling to himself, he pushed the thought away. Dumb alpha optimism would be a good way to get stabbed. And then Tobirama would flounce away in a snit, which would be amusing but also very unpleasant. Best that his -- temporary lover -- leave calmly, or even better be left behind as he and Izuna went away, to allow Madara's hindbrain to pretend he would wait for them here.
--
bleach suburban ot4
--
Orihime starts clamping locks of Nelliel's hair out of the way. It feels nice. She looks so serious in the mirror, determined to do it right.
"I think we all started dyeing it at the same time back then," Nel says quietly, watching the two of them in the mirror. The baby is turning over in her belly, something slow and ponderous.
"Hm?"
"Most of us were half-Japanese at best. Our faces already..." She waves vaguely at her own face. "I mean, I pass from the neck up, if you don't get close enough to notice my eye color, but I really don't have a Japanese woman's build."
The only woman she's ever met who might have a bust-waist ratio approaching hers is Orihime, in fact. And Orihime is still short. Nelliel is taller than some guys out here; her shoulders are squarer, more solid.
"Anyway. We couldn't hide it, most of us, so we got into the habit of shoving it in people's faces, I guess. Better be noticed for my hair than for my tits, when I was fifteen."
Orihime winces, looks sad. Starts scratching at her skull through the hair bleach like one might pet a cat.
"--Ugh, why did this get so sad," Nelliel remembers to say three seconds of bubbling tingles later. "I just mean! I don't look like me with natural hair, but this is... really bright, and my kid--"
"Your kid will have the coolest mom," Orihime says staunchly. "And you could -- there are less intense blue-greens. Mossy would look nice? Or sage green. You don't have to go natural. You should keep looking like a faerie."
--
bleach pack fuckening ABO
--
Fucking smirky bastard. He hoots, insulting, when Grimmjow lunges to claw him, so when he hops over him to dodge Grimmjow goes for the less-friendly rules of hunting and clamps his teeth onto the thigh passing him by.
White Zangetsu proves himself to be a normal person by snarling so loud the walls of the cliff tremble in echo. Grimmjow releases him, grinning all teeth out -- then Whitey is on him, trying to ram him back-first into the ground. Growls echoing, they kick and swipe, and roll--
And the black one plucks him from the ground like an errant child, arms slipping under his armpits and lifting him off the ground in a smooth instant.
Whitey looks at his face, and bursts out laughing. "You forgot -- you forgot there were two of us, holy shit, heat Grimmjow is so fucking dumb--"
"I'm gonna pull out all your guts and knit them into a cozy gut poncho."