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Monthly wordcount - december
TOTAL: 3 844 words.
..hhghgb i thought it was moooore
POSTED: nothing.
IN PROGRESS:
-madatobiizu ABO cherry wine verse (979 words)
-bleach pack fuckening ABO verse, baby cuteness (450 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 (1 414 words)
-bleach psychic wolves (377 words)
-bleach bloodsport (624 words)
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teasers
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cherry wine
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"Don't joke. The cheeky omegas are already coming out of the woodwork as it is."
"Ah... Yes? Your fault for reacting to that girl the other day. Now they think that's your type."
Madara didn't truly change his posture but suddenly he looked a little more tired. "I thought that was why Raiha's niece seemed to have had a personality transplant."
"Aheh." Izuna hadn't even been sure he had noticed. "Mmh. Yes."
Huffing, his brother leaning on one elbow, fist mashed against his mouth grumpily, and glowered at the Lightning envoys who were doing nothing to ask for it.
"I didn't even want her, I just thought she was amusing. Who even wants to take someone to bed that they could break in two sneezing too hard?"
Izuna tried not to look too amused as the Lightning envoys went to sit and the Water ones started up the alley, lest they take it personally.
"Hm, yes, let's not tell people you like dangerous shinobi better, if that's all the same to you. They'd have a much better chance of assassinating you."
Madara threw him an irritated glare that became a watchful glance over Izuna's shoulder. Izuna fanned himself absently and took his time turning to see which of the Water Country envoys had --
Hm.
Hm.
Why was this little blond brat dragging behind to grin at *Tobirama.*
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bleach pack fuckening ABO
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Ichigo feels so stupidly nervous watching Grimmjow's pack investigate his apartment. His apartment with the huge bath he never uses and the sunken living room-couch area and fuck, all his pillows and blankets are in the cupboards after the grueling wash they all needed last time his pack stayed over. Renji makes a mean cocktail but by god they stain.
He's going to look like he's trying too hard if he gets out the cushions now, isn't he.
"You, uh. Need--"
"You going to close the wards, Shinigami?"
Ugh. Ichigo makes a face at the blond one. He seems to remember he's an asshole.
Wait, they're all assholes. They hang out with Grimmjow. Have to be just to survive him, no doubt.
As he turns to seal the wards again, he catches a glimpse of the man himself, standing wih shoulders loose and hip cocked as he surveys the place. In the crook of his arm is the b-- his -- Ichigo does up the wards.
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suburban ot4
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"Ichigo made a pretty big decision on his own, and he didn't talk to me. He shared it with this other person as a, a done deal thing, and he didn't even talk to me about it."
Grimmjow whistles low and quiet between his teeth. "Yeowch. I'll dig a hole behind the gazebo."
Orihime blinks. "To put his--"
"Corpse, yeah, I'll make it square so it doesn't pop up too much, we just gotta fold him up a bit."
"... Pff."
"Plant some flowers on top to make it look legit with the loose soil. Gorgeous blooms."
Orihime presses both hands against her mouth, and still cackles. "Mean!"
"Or hey, tomatoes, some peppers. Delicious."
She giggles some more. Ah, it fixes nothing, and yet it's like being tickled out of a heavy coat. Freeing, like she can breathe a bit better as it drops around her feet.
"Sounds -- hehe, sounds good. Adzuki beans? Mm, I could make my own paste."
He smirks, just a little bit.
"... Haaaaa. I should probably try talking with him before the... gardening."
Grimmjow-san scoffs. "Quitter."
"Grimmjow-san!"
"Yeah, yeah, maybe. I mean, you're giving up an occasion of growing his namesake on the corpse of the guy who wronged you, which is the coldest, most badass shit, but you do you. Tch'."
... She'll feel a little bad in a minute that she laughed, because strawberry jokes are the lowest of -- hahaha -- hanging fruits.
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bloodsport (ichigo, charlotte, luppi)
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"... What's your names, anyway," he mumbled a fifteen minutes' bullet train ride later. "And do I, um. Pronouns."
Being laughed at was almost more of a relief than it was embarrassing.
"Listen, home is just kinda -- hngh. I mean? Gay people exist--"
The small one's face spasmed; their emotions -- yeah, Ichigo didn't want to notice that howling disbelief or the edge of hysterical hilarity that went with it, thanks.
"They still have to marry and have children. I mean, if they're echt. Duty to the blood. Whatever. So gender stuff is, uh. Yeah. Not really. Fuck."
Askin concealed a grimace a beat too late. The tall one grinned genially, leaning toward Ichigo and Askin with their hands linked sweetly behind their back. "You poor deprived chickies! You confused sweethearts. I am going to open your minds so wide--"
"Ugh," the small one cut in, rolling their eyes, and got a toothy, brilliant smile aimed their way along with a sharp threatening I-will-cut-your-neck gesture.
"To start with! Arrancars have been known to reproduce asexually. In the first couple generations, or maybe when the blood is very strong, but!"
"Didn't Starrk bud out a little girl ten years back."
"That guy's a freak though. Leading to! Two, the gender binary is for squares. Still with me, chickies?"
"Uh. Yeah."
"Three, I'm the womanest woman who has ever womaned."
"Oh." Yeah, good thing Ichigo had asked. Her voice was, uh. Deep. And the contrast between her mannerisms and makeup and her T-shaped frame, thick with muscle--
"But also, transcending the restrictive gender binary inherited from our caveman ancestors back on Earth is excellently beautiful and I am, naturally, first place at it."
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grimmichi psychic wolves
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"So he just... decided to ditch us."
Yylfordt said nothing for a few seconds, and then all at once grabbed a chair and flung it to the floor, along with the clothes and books piled up on it. Nakeem watched the books scatter, sliding along the linoleum.
"What the fuck! What the fuck?! Why would he do that? We're the best, baddest fucking squad, we're fucking black ops at the top of the game, what fucking reason would he have to fucking leave?"
More silence, out loud. Inside their minds everyone was buzzing incoherently, tidbits of denial blurring past.
Makes no sense, what about his pride, we were gonna be so great--
"He hated the sex," Nakeem said.
He got stared at.
"... The heat sex?" Di Roy asks eventually. "But he always said it was the best sex of his life."
Nakeem considered it. Not wrong, but. "Also the worst."
..hhghgb i thought it was moooore
POSTED: nothing.
IN PROGRESS:
-madatobiizu ABO cherry wine verse (979 words)
-bleach pack fuckening ABO verse, baby cuteness (450 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 (1 414 words)
-bleach psychic wolves (377 words)
-bleach bloodsport (624 words)
-
teasers
--
cherry wine
--
"Don't joke. The cheeky omegas are already coming out of the woodwork as it is."
"Ah... Yes? Your fault for reacting to that girl the other day. Now they think that's your type."
Madara didn't truly change his posture but suddenly he looked a little more tired. "I thought that was why Raiha's niece seemed to have had a personality transplant."
"Aheh." Izuna hadn't even been sure he had noticed. "Mmh. Yes."
Huffing, his brother leaning on one elbow, fist mashed against his mouth grumpily, and glowered at the Lightning envoys who were doing nothing to ask for it.
"I didn't even want her, I just thought she was amusing. Who even wants to take someone to bed that they could break in two sneezing too hard?"
Izuna tried not to look too amused as the Lightning envoys went to sit and the Water ones started up the alley, lest they take it personally.
"Hm, yes, let's not tell people you like dangerous shinobi better, if that's all the same to you. They'd have a much better chance of assassinating you."
Madara threw him an irritated glare that became a watchful glance over Izuna's shoulder. Izuna fanned himself absently and took his time turning to see which of the Water Country envoys had --
Hm.
Hm.
Why was this little blond brat dragging behind to grin at *Tobirama.*
--
bleach pack fuckening ABO
--
Ichigo feels so stupidly nervous watching Grimmjow's pack investigate his apartment. His apartment with the huge bath he never uses and the sunken living room-couch area and fuck, all his pillows and blankets are in the cupboards after the grueling wash they all needed last time his pack stayed over. Renji makes a mean cocktail but by god they stain.
He's going to look like he's trying too hard if he gets out the cushions now, isn't he.
"You, uh. Need--"
"You going to close the wards, Shinigami?"
Ugh. Ichigo makes a face at the blond one. He seems to remember he's an asshole.
Wait, they're all assholes. They hang out with Grimmjow. Have to be just to survive him, no doubt.
As he turns to seal the wards again, he catches a glimpse of the man himself, standing wih shoulders loose and hip cocked as he surveys the place. In the crook of his arm is the b-- his -- Ichigo does up the wards.
--
suburban ot4
--
"Ichigo made a pretty big decision on his own, and he didn't talk to me. He shared it with this other person as a, a done deal thing, and he didn't even talk to me about it."
Grimmjow whistles low and quiet between his teeth. "Yeowch. I'll dig a hole behind the gazebo."
Orihime blinks. "To put his--"
"Corpse, yeah, I'll make it square so it doesn't pop up too much, we just gotta fold him up a bit."
"... Pff."
"Plant some flowers on top to make it look legit with the loose soil. Gorgeous blooms."
Orihime presses both hands against her mouth, and still cackles. "Mean!"
"Or hey, tomatoes, some peppers. Delicious."
She giggles some more. Ah, it fixes nothing, and yet it's like being tickled out of a heavy coat. Freeing, like she can breathe a bit better as it drops around her feet.
"Sounds -- hehe, sounds good. Adzuki beans? Mm, I could make my own paste."
He smirks, just a little bit.
"... Haaaaa. I should probably try talking with him before the... gardening."
Grimmjow-san scoffs. "Quitter."
"Grimmjow-san!"
"Yeah, yeah, maybe. I mean, you're giving up an occasion of growing his namesake on the corpse of the guy who wronged you, which is the coldest, most badass shit, but you do you. Tch'."
... She'll feel a little bad in a minute that she laughed, because strawberry jokes are the lowest of -- hahaha -- hanging fruits.
--
bloodsport (ichigo, charlotte, luppi)
--
"... What's your names, anyway," he mumbled a fifteen minutes' bullet train ride later. "And do I, um. Pronouns."
Being laughed at was almost more of a relief than it was embarrassing.
"Listen, home is just kinda -- hngh. I mean? Gay people exist--"
The small one's face spasmed; their emotions -- yeah, Ichigo didn't want to notice that howling disbelief or the edge of hysterical hilarity that went with it, thanks.
"They still have to marry and have children. I mean, if they're echt. Duty to the blood. Whatever. So gender stuff is, uh. Yeah. Not really. Fuck."
Askin concealed a grimace a beat too late. The tall one grinned genially, leaning toward Ichigo and Askin with their hands linked sweetly behind their back. "You poor deprived chickies! You confused sweethearts. I am going to open your minds so wide--"
"Ugh," the small one cut in, rolling their eyes, and got a toothy, brilliant smile aimed their way along with a sharp threatening I-will-cut-your-neck gesture.
"To start with! Arrancars have been known to reproduce asexually. In the first couple generations, or maybe when the blood is very strong, but!"
"Didn't Starrk bud out a little girl ten years back."
"That guy's a freak though. Leading to! Two, the gender binary is for squares. Still with me, chickies?"
"Uh. Yeah."
"Three, I'm the womanest woman who has ever womaned."
"Oh." Yeah, good thing Ichigo had asked. Her voice was, uh. Deep. And the contrast between her mannerisms and makeup and her T-shaped frame, thick with muscle--
"But also, transcending the restrictive gender binary inherited from our caveman ancestors back on Earth is excellently beautiful and I am, naturally, first place at it."
--
grimmichi psychic wolves
--
"So he just... decided to ditch us."
Yylfordt said nothing for a few seconds, and then all at once grabbed a chair and flung it to the floor, along with the clothes and books piled up on it. Nakeem watched the books scatter, sliding along the linoleum.
"What the fuck! What the fuck?! Why would he do that? We're the best, baddest fucking squad, we're fucking black ops at the top of the game, what fucking reason would he have to fucking leave?"
More silence, out loud. Inside their minds everyone was buzzing incoherently, tidbits of denial blurring past.
Makes no sense, what about his pride, we were gonna be so great--
"He hated the sex," Nakeem said.
He got stared at.
"... The heat sex?" Di Roy asks eventually. "But he always said it was the best sex of his life."
Nakeem considered it. Not wrong, but. "Also the worst."
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These all look very good. :D
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