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monthly word count - february
TOTAL: 6 014
... eh.
to be fair i spent a lot of time being depressed this month. :X turns out unstructured vacation time is bad for my mental health!
POSTED: none of this month's writing! BUT.
Also posted!!!
-Pack fuckening ABO chapter FIVE canse the chapter got so big i had to cut it in two
(you guys are gonna laugh, i'm planning to rewrite the tiny little epiloguey bit and i might have to post it separately as well. whoops.)
IN PROGRESS
-Bleach: pack fuckening ABO (3 311 words)
-Naruto: cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO (438 words)
-Bleach: suburban OT4 (903 words)
-Bleach: psychic wolves (1 362 words)
yes indeed i did start writing the psychic wolves for lupercalia and then BAM writer's block and the day passed me by. bluh.
also i added like two words to bloodsport but i ain't counting those.
no teaser for pack fuckening since ideally it'll be posted soon!
--
cherry wine :/
--
"Did he say anything to you?" Izuna asked.
The genjutsu had showed them moving lips, but the sharingan didn't record sounds; any impression of noise transmitted came from the imperfect kind of memory. Adrenaline made it hard to concentrate as well on accurate understanding.
"Something about... Making the lesson stick this time," Naohime replied, eyes lowered, tone subdued. "That he would teach me respect, since Madara-sama couldn't be bothered."
A reference to the clash in front of the daimyo's brother. Clear establishment of motive. Tobirama finding her punishment too lenient, or even suspecting it to be entirely absent, so taking it upon himself to take care of it.
"Hm." Izuna leaned back, crossing his arms, eyebrows knit in thought. It made him look displeased enough that Naohime flinched, a bare hint of movement but from her significant enough. "Anything else? No? Then..." His eyes glided past Daichi, the brat tense and staring, vibrating with the desire to come closer, landed on Higashi. "Hey, card-cheater."
"Aw, Izuna-sama."
"Settle her down." Izuna made the hand signal for alone-isolated-stranded, but turned inwards instead of out as the gesture went when picking out an easy target, hinting... Ah. Not alone, alone, but without-littermates alone, and the hint of movement toward Izuna's own waist inviting Higashi to compensate for that somehow. Madara considered the variation on the established sign absently, head tilted. Should they create a 'this ally needs comfort' sign...? Hm. One would probably emerge on its own. Battle-sign was fluid enough...
The other Uchiha keeping their distances, Madara and his littermate went drifting down the secured corridor, eyes scanning the varnished wood for telling scuff marks.
--
suburban OT4, nel attempting to get grimmjow to sext
--
Goat: okay, picture this. nineteen, five months pregnant, sleeping under a bridge.
Me: alone?
Goat: don't interrupt me.
Me: who knocked you up
Goat: idk some jerk
Me: hn
Goat: grimmjow. >:(
Me: yeah fine ok. sleeping under a bridge.
Goat: suddenly, guy in a limo.
Me: suspension of disbelief crashed
Goat: fuckin pick it up then! Guy. In a LIMO.
Goat: by the way it's also raining copiously and my tattered t-shirt is sticking to me like cling wrap.
Me: ...... ok how much thought did you put into this
Goat: ANYWAY guy brings me to his manor (shut up. Yes the manor is essential and also their bed is like the size of two parking spots.)
Goat: hot bath with bubbles, five courses dinner, etc etc etc. then comes the time to pay my rent with my body, BUT!
Goat: intimidated, i believe he will then ravish me!!
Me: and then you wonder why women take ten centuries to nut. If you gotta rewrite war and peace first
Goat: shuuuut the frickfrack up
Goat: it turns out! I am not for him! His beloved wife is in a tender condition (swooning, possibly also pregnant) and he, too vigorous and virile, etc etc
Goat: just saying, i would go down like the titanic.
Me: uh huh
Goat: very grateful and also very seduced etc etc, him looming sternly to ensure i do it right, her overwhelmed, never knew the touch of a woman, yadda yadda
Me: i'm still stuck on how SOME GUY got you pregnant and fucked off
Goat: OKAY FINE there's this sexy bad boy who knocked me up, condom broke, i didn't tell him BUT he finds out, comes to find me just in time to see the limo take me away!
Goat: climbs the wall to rescue me from my lascivious captor
Me: if i gotta keep dictionary.com open for this
Goat: >:////
--
grimmichi psychic wolves
--
"Okay, when you said 'I know where we can hide,' I'm gonna be honest, I didn't think you meant a love hotel."
Studiously avoiding looking too closely at the wall of dildos, Ichigo took a cautious step away from the door he had just locked behind them, and re-locked to be sure. Further into the room Shiro padded cautiously along the walls, throwing disgruntled commentary about the nose-burning smells of cleaning chemicals and the stink of human upon human and all their sweat and sex.
As love hotel rooms went, this one was pretty tame. Sleek black fixtures and spooky purple lights that illuminated jack shit, a huge bed, and behind a glass wall (to keep from getting the bed drenched, he assumed) an entirely transparent bathtub under what seemed a surgical suite's worth of floodlights.
Also each dildo had its little spotlight inside its little glass case like they were a rock collector's exhibit but he wasn't gonna --
"You take one out and we're gonna get billed for it," he warned, ears burning, as Grimmjow poked at a two-tipped monstrosity.
Grimmjow only hummed vaguely and went back to the crate they'd somehow managed to smuggle inside.
"How did you even know about love hotels anyway?"
"You kidding?" the other man replied absently as he fit his fingers in a gap between the crate and its lid. "That's the only part of your culture that stayed even a little bit interesting, after Aizen and Tousen killed the samurai shit with their fuckin' pontificating."
Ichigo scowled. Didn't find anything to reply, though. After what had happened to him on its soil, Grimmjow was entitled to dislike Japan.
"Not that we were allowed to visit anything anyway... C'mere, hold this open."
Ichigo went to hold up the lid. Inside, Pantera lay unmoving, a puddle of inky fur; didn't stir when Grimmjow bent over the edge of the crate to press his hand against her flank.
He didn't say anything. Ichigo tried not to stare too obviously as he tried to read Grimmjow's face, tried to find worry or relief or anything at all. The pack bond between them had gone placid and flat like the surface of a deceptively slow river -- all sorts of things moving underneath and none of them for him to see.
They'd abandoned the truck and the man had gone into commando mode, or Ichigo assumed -- swift decisions, swift movements that ended up feeling choreographed in advance for how seamless they were. Grimmjow had stopped them on a dock and swiped an unattended dolly like he'd had every right to make off with it, swiped a crate the same way -- tipped his wolf into it from the lip of the truck and off they went to steal someone else's flatbed truck, someone's jacket off the back of a café chair, someone's wallet out of their back pocket.
Ichigo had trailed after him like a lump and tried not to look too spooked.
... eh.
to be fair i spent a lot of time being depressed this month. :X turns out unstructured vacation time is bad for my mental health!
POSTED: none of this month's writing! BUT.
Also posted!!!
-Pack fuckening ABO chapter FIVE canse the chapter got so big i had to cut it in two
(you guys are gonna laugh, i'm planning to rewrite the tiny little epiloguey bit and i might have to post it separately as well. whoops.)
IN PROGRESS
-Bleach: pack fuckening ABO (3 311 words)
-Naruto: cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO (438 words)
-Bleach: suburban OT4 (903 words)
-Bleach: psychic wolves (1 362 words)
yes indeed i did start writing the psychic wolves for lupercalia and then BAM writer's block and the day passed me by. bluh.
also i added like two words to bloodsport but i ain't counting those.
no teaser for pack fuckening since ideally it'll be posted soon!
--
cherry wine :/
--
"Did he say anything to you?" Izuna asked.
The genjutsu had showed them moving lips, but the sharingan didn't record sounds; any impression of noise transmitted came from the imperfect kind of memory. Adrenaline made it hard to concentrate as well on accurate understanding.
"Something about... Making the lesson stick this time," Naohime replied, eyes lowered, tone subdued. "That he would teach me respect, since Madara-sama couldn't be bothered."
A reference to the clash in front of the daimyo's brother. Clear establishment of motive. Tobirama finding her punishment too lenient, or even suspecting it to be entirely absent, so taking it upon himself to take care of it.
"Hm." Izuna leaned back, crossing his arms, eyebrows knit in thought. It made him look displeased enough that Naohime flinched, a bare hint of movement but from her significant enough. "Anything else? No? Then..." His eyes glided past Daichi, the brat tense and staring, vibrating with the desire to come closer, landed on Higashi. "Hey, card-cheater."
"Aw, Izuna-sama."
"Settle her down." Izuna made the hand signal for alone-isolated-stranded, but turned inwards instead of out as the gesture went when picking out an easy target, hinting... Ah. Not alone, alone, but without-littermates alone, and the hint of movement toward Izuna's own waist inviting Higashi to compensate for that somehow. Madara considered the variation on the established sign absently, head tilted. Should they create a 'this ally needs comfort' sign...? Hm. One would probably emerge on its own. Battle-sign was fluid enough...
The other Uchiha keeping their distances, Madara and his littermate went drifting down the secured corridor, eyes scanning the varnished wood for telling scuff marks.
--
suburban OT4, nel attempting to get grimmjow to sext
--
Goat: okay, picture this. nineteen, five months pregnant, sleeping under a bridge.
Me: alone?
Goat: don't interrupt me.
Me: who knocked you up
Goat: idk some jerk
Me: hn
Goat: grimmjow. >:(
Me: yeah fine ok. sleeping under a bridge.
Goat: suddenly, guy in a limo.
Me: suspension of disbelief crashed
Goat: fuckin pick it up then! Guy. In a LIMO.
Goat: by the way it's also raining copiously and my tattered t-shirt is sticking to me like cling wrap.
Me: ...... ok how much thought did you put into this
Goat: ANYWAY guy brings me to his manor (shut up. Yes the manor is essential and also their bed is like the size of two parking spots.)
Goat: hot bath with bubbles, five courses dinner, etc etc etc. then comes the time to pay my rent with my body, BUT!
Goat: intimidated, i believe he will then ravish me!!
Me: and then you wonder why women take ten centuries to nut. If you gotta rewrite war and peace first
Goat: shuuuut the frickfrack up
Goat: it turns out! I am not for him! His beloved wife is in a tender condition (swooning, possibly also pregnant) and he, too vigorous and virile, etc etc
Goat: just saying, i would go down like the titanic.
Me: uh huh
Goat: very grateful and also very seduced etc etc, him looming sternly to ensure i do it right, her overwhelmed, never knew the touch of a woman, yadda yadda
Me: i'm still stuck on how SOME GUY got you pregnant and fucked off
Goat: OKAY FINE there's this sexy bad boy who knocked me up, condom broke, i didn't tell him BUT he finds out, comes to find me just in time to see the limo take me away!
Goat: climbs the wall to rescue me from my lascivious captor
Me: if i gotta keep dictionary.com open for this
Goat: >:////
--
grimmichi psychic wolves
--
"Okay, when you said 'I know where we can hide,' I'm gonna be honest, I didn't think you meant a love hotel."
Studiously avoiding looking too closely at the wall of dildos, Ichigo took a cautious step away from the door he had just locked behind them, and re-locked to be sure. Further into the room Shiro padded cautiously along the walls, throwing disgruntled commentary about the nose-burning smells of cleaning chemicals and the stink of human upon human and all their sweat and sex.
As love hotel rooms went, this one was pretty tame. Sleek black fixtures and spooky purple lights that illuminated jack shit, a huge bed, and behind a glass wall (to keep from getting the bed drenched, he assumed) an entirely transparent bathtub under what seemed a surgical suite's worth of floodlights.
Also each dildo had its little spotlight inside its little glass case like they were a rock collector's exhibit but he wasn't gonna --
"You take one out and we're gonna get billed for it," he warned, ears burning, as Grimmjow poked at a two-tipped monstrosity.
Grimmjow only hummed vaguely and went back to the crate they'd somehow managed to smuggle inside.
"How did you even know about love hotels anyway?"
"You kidding?" the other man replied absently as he fit his fingers in a gap between the crate and its lid. "That's the only part of your culture that stayed even a little bit interesting, after Aizen and Tousen killed the samurai shit with their fuckin' pontificating."
Ichigo scowled. Didn't find anything to reply, though. After what had happened to him on its soil, Grimmjow was entitled to dislike Japan.
"Not that we were allowed to visit anything anyway... C'mere, hold this open."
Ichigo went to hold up the lid. Inside, Pantera lay unmoving, a puddle of inky fur; didn't stir when Grimmjow bent over the edge of the crate to press his hand against her flank.
He didn't say anything. Ichigo tried not to stare too obviously as he tried to read Grimmjow's face, tried to find worry or relief or anything at all. The pack bond between them had gone placid and flat like the surface of a deceptively slow river -- all sorts of things moving underneath and none of them for him to see.
They'd abandoned the truck and the man had gone into commando mode, or Ichigo assumed -- swift decisions, swift movements that ended up feeling choreographed in advance for how seamless they were. Grimmjow had stopped them on a dock and swiped an unattended dolly like he'd had every right to make off with it, swiped a crate the same way -- tipped his wolf into it from the lip of the truck and off they went to steal someone else's flatbed truck, someone's jacket off the back of a café chair, someone's wallet out of their back pocket.
Ichigo had trailed after him like a lump and tried not to look too spooked.