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monthly word count - february
TOTAL: 7 422 words.
progress! thank u meme friends.
POSTED: ( !! there is something for once!!!!)
-Foretold by the Gods Scum villain's self-saving system - mobei-jun/shang qinghua arranged marriage (1 899 words)
-To End a War - grimmichihime arranged marriage AU (2 089 words)
IN PROGRESS
-cherry wine (2 783 words) (damn tobi, it was supposed to be a SNIPPET)
-bleach suburban ot4 (651 words)
I am. Satisfied. It's still not a huge wordcount but lots of progress on cherry wine and TWO oneshots posted!!! gasp.
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cherry wine
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A very small price for building trust with the Uchiha, he reminded himself. Hashirama was going to be so annoyingly happy at him.
"No. Don't tell me. Go tell the target."
Hanazura looked troubled. "Ah... Hairball guy?"
-- Note to self, do not choke. "... Yes."
"Uh. Hm. Hmmmm. Okay, that's another mission though. For the shooting the messenger aspect and other difficulties."
"You already negotiated for risks associated with the -- hm. Hairball clan."
It was very good that Muneharu-kun did not report directly to his brother. Hgh. Embarrassing.
"Yeah," Hanazura said, and then nothing else. Her dog looked up and said laconically, "One more mission."
... Tobirama really wanted to know what they had found out.
He had already decided not to ask, though. "A small mission."
"... Uuuugh. Hrm. Fine. I already fleeced you with the initial price anyway. Customer service!"
Muneharu-kun looked more incredulous with every passing second. Tobirama snorted at them both. Ridiculous children. "Fine. Sold." He took a kunai stamped with the Senju crest from his pouch and passed it to her. "For his and his brother's ears only. Tell them who hired you. I'll be seeing your clan head when you're done."
"Yessir, going straight away! Ooh boy. Fun. If I die my mom will have your liver for a snack, okay?"
"Fair. Go."
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suburban ot4
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"They're being weird, right."
Nelliel's whisper is as quiet as she can make it, coming out from the corner of her smiling mouth. Hime is buckling the kid into his booster seat and Ichigo fussing with the futon mattress to fit into the trunk, and they're not exactly not speaking, but--
"No idea what you're talking about," Grimmjow deadpans, and goes digging into his ear with his pinky, eyelids bored-low. Yeah, he's lying. She elbows him; he narrows his eyes. "Dibs on the front seat."
"Dickhead. Dibs on Hime's lap, so there." It wasn't even a serious contest; he's too tall to share the backseat unless Hime sits on his lap, and she might combust first.
It'd be cute, mind. Orihime gets so flustered. Grimmjow making his smoldering bedroom eyes at her with his chin hooked on her shoulder, hands on Hime's -- ooookay, the random pangs of horny can fuck off to the same place the random vomit crises and pee emergencies have been going, actually. Barring full on military campaigns her crotch is out of reach under Planet Baby Bump and it can stop sending her updates any day now.
Grimmjow folds himself into the front seat without ever replying to her, which is only one more clue that she is right and things are weird.
progress! thank u meme friends.
POSTED: ( !! there is something for once!!!!)
-Foretold by the Gods Scum villain's self-saving system - mobei-jun/shang qinghua arranged marriage (1 899 words)
-To End a War - grimmichihime arranged marriage AU (2 089 words)
IN PROGRESS
-cherry wine (2 783 words) (damn tobi, it was supposed to be a SNIPPET)
-bleach suburban ot4 (651 words)
I am. Satisfied. It's still not a huge wordcount but lots of progress on cherry wine and TWO oneshots posted!!! gasp.
--
cherry wine
--
A very small price for building trust with the Uchiha, he reminded himself. Hashirama was going to be so annoyingly happy at him.
"No. Don't tell me. Go tell the target."
Hanazura looked troubled. "Ah... Hairball guy?"
-- Note to self, do not choke. "... Yes."
"Uh. Hm. Hmmmm. Okay, that's another mission though. For the shooting the messenger aspect and other difficulties."
"You already negotiated for risks associated with the -- hm. Hairball clan."
It was very good that Muneharu-kun did not report directly to his brother. Hgh. Embarrassing.
"Yeah," Hanazura said, and then nothing else. Her dog looked up and said laconically, "One more mission."
... Tobirama really wanted to know what they had found out.
He had already decided not to ask, though. "A small mission."
"... Uuuugh. Hrm. Fine. I already fleeced you with the initial price anyway. Customer service!"
Muneharu-kun looked more incredulous with every passing second. Tobirama snorted at them both. Ridiculous children. "Fine. Sold." He took a kunai stamped with the Senju crest from his pouch and passed it to her. "For his and his brother's ears only. Tell them who hired you. I'll be seeing your clan head when you're done."
"Yessir, going straight away! Ooh boy. Fun. If I die my mom will have your liver for a snack, okay?"
"Fair. Go."
--
suburban ot4
--
"They're being weird, right."
Nelliel's whisper is as quiet as she can make it, coming out from the corner of her smiling mouth. Hime is buckling the kid into his booster seat and Ichigo fussing with the futon mattress to fit into the trunk, and they're not exactly not speaking, but--
"No idea what you're talking about," Grimmjow deadpans, and goes digging into his ear with his pinky, eyelids bored-low. Yeah, he's lying. She elbows him; he narrows his eyes. "Dibs on the front seat."
"Dickhead. Dibs on Hime's lap, so there." It wasn't even a serious contest; he's too tall to share the backseat unless Hime sits on his lap, and she might combust first.
It'd be cute, mind. Orihime gets so flustered. Grimmjow making his smoldering bedroom eyes at her with his chin hooked on her shoulder, hands on Hime's -- ooookay, the random pangs of horny can fuck off to the same place the random vomit crises and pee emergencies have been going, actually. Barring full on military campaigns her crotch is out of reach under Planet Baby Bump and it can stop sending her updates any day now.
Grimmjow folds himself into the front seat without ever replying to her, which is only one more clue that she is right and things are weird.
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