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Monthly word count - April
TOTAL: 4 604
low but on the upside i plotted out and got started on the last chapter for cherry wine's capital arc, FUCK yes finally. X_X
POSTED: nothing new! a battlefield terra scene languishing in my files since 2017 tho.
IN PROGRESS
-cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO chapter 10 (1 548 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 (2 553 words)
-bleach: attempt at one of my unusual inheritances prompts that swiftly died on me (503 words) (if you ever think "oh it's such an obvious plot i will remember for sure" THAT IS SATAN LYING TO YOU.)
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cherry wine (short bcs spoilers everywhere)
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Then they were approaching the well-lit area before the hall where people milled around, and the brouhaha covered the edge of their voices, as Madara asked, "So, what did you do?"
"Mm, nothing too extreme. I merely felt regretful that I couldn't keep Yukiha-san company, so I... referred her to some."
Madara's eyebrows quirked dubiously.
"The pink kind."
"--Pfhah."
He'd done a little more than that, really. When he'd asked the Haruno girls what they thought about hatesex (in favor; spicy), and their ability to convince a very horny, grumpy, desperate kunoichi to let herself be bedded (very high; just had to challenge her superiority), he'd also asked them for the favor of their alpha brother's sweatier underclothes, to plant in her bedroom afterwards. They would have a fun couple of weeks waiting to be certain she wasn't carrying a bellyful of civilian bastards.
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suburban ot4
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Nelliel rolls like a beached whale, morose and defeated. Her phone keeps containing nothing of interest.
Tier of course hasn't contacted her directly since their last in-person meeting, because she doesn't believe in chatting up ex-girlfriends. Especially because her current girlfriends are jealous and threatened somehow, even after Nelliel told them about getting knocked up by Grimmjow.
They all think she has shit taste in men, see, but they don't doubt her taste in women is more refined.
Her only recent messages are from Grimmjow and Hime.
... Her most recent message is from Hime! Right now! Ohh, she was letting things settle a bit before she started hounding her in case the Kurosakis wanted space, but!
Hime-chan: Nel-chan, hello! Are you here?
She wants to talk! Live! Right now!
Me: yes!!!!!! :D :D :D hi! what's up??
Hime-chan: #^__^#<3
Hime-chan: oh, nothing much! I was just wondering if you're busy or maybe if you would want to go out for a walk? I was going to take kazui and go check out that new pastry shop and i thought, that's not too far from where you are and maybe you're not too tired to go?
Me: YES let me get dressed.
Hime-chan: but if you don't feel up to it then take care of yourself
Hime-chan: !! oh, great! Give us a half hour?
Me: yeeeeeeeessss ill be waiting downstairs SEE YOU SOON
"Hot date, eh?"
Nelliel gives her boyfriend the crazed stare of don't get in my way. "Oh fuck yeah. With Hime and the kid. I am going to get so many cuddles."
He laughs at her. "Want me to clear out in case you get them to come home with you for coffee while you're at it?"
"... Nah. You can stay and babysit."
Grimmjow plants his hand on top of her skull and swings her right and left, then shoves her back down onto her pillows. She yowls in protest, grabbing his wrist to haul herself back up. "Stop that, I have to shower and get dressed! I can't meet Hime if I stink!"
"But you're fine stinking for me, I see how it is." He drags her to her feet, an amused half-smirk on his face.
"You're a gross boy, though. Hime is fresh and cute and sweet. She's not into salty."
Grimmjow smirks even wider. "Oh, she's into all sorts of crazy shit. Made me a herring and ice cream sandwich once."
"... I kinda want to figure out what exactly this means in our sexy metaphor but I'm going to be late." Nelliel leans in to give him a cheek kiss and a semi-friendly headbutt and scampers off to the bathroom. "I've got a daaaate!"
"A friendship date!"
"Guys who don't have a date don't get to piss on my parade!"
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ichigo and sisters, odd inheritance -- fic disappeared on me and left me without notes, idk if i'll ever figure out what to do with it
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Ichigo has been eighteen all of two months when he finally manages to get 1. custody of his sisters and 2. access to his inheritance.
It's fast. Really fast. Dad's lawyer friend was cutthroat and very prepared.
(Even if the guy looks so dubious and scruffy--)
Ichigo has been living in a group house on his own for seven months by then, and he knows the clinic wasn't completely paid off, and he knows it's been sold on -- all their personal effects are in storage, in a truck, in the truck the lawyer friend got him and the lawyer friend's even odder friend taught him to drive and he is never going to manage to repay them--
Anyway.
"Is this it?" Karin asks, dubious.
Karin and Yuzu are crammed together on the passenger's seat, and they peer at the actual goddamned mansion looming at the top of the hill with the exact same dubiousness Ichigo feels. It's an european style, but from a century back at least, and wasn't exactly maintained well. He's not sure why Mom hung onto it instead of selling it off, but maybe there were no buyers. There used to be a village nearby but now there's two rickety houses and some farmland, mostly woods, and the house stands on such a slope that cutting down the trees to grow anything else would be completely pointless.
On the other side of the ridge is, apparently, the sea, but about fifty meters of cliffside down. No beach access either. Sigh. Whatever.
"I'll unlock the gate!" Yuzu exclaims, and pops out of the cab, legs wobbling on landing from the drive. The rusty noise as she pushes it open is, uh. Bad.
"Home sweet home," he grumbles as he drives the car through the gate.
Making it livable is going to take so much work.
But the roof isn't leaking and the heating and water still work, and miraculously one of the wings has failed to get infected by mold. So. It will do.
--
The first night they camp together in one of the living rooms, and it's nice. (Yuzu cries openly over being reunited, Karin cries while telling her not to cry, and Ichigo somehow manages to wait until they have fallen asleep.)
They don't really know what happened to their mom's family or why she has a hugeass house fit for like ten or fifteen very antisocial people that nobody else had a claim on. The way Kurosaki Masaki spent their childhood dodging the topic like an olympic slalom medalist had been read as 'it was Bad and Ungood but now it's OVER move along hahaha'. So of course, "If one of our grandparents is haunting this dust pile and they don't wait until tomorrow to bug us, I will throw their tablet in the sea," Karin was muttering, half as a joke, before she finally laid down.
It's five AM and Ichigo isn't laughing.
Of course there are ghosts. Anywhere he goes there are ghosts.
low but on the upside i plotted out and got started on the last chapter for cherry wine's capital arc, FUCK yes finally. X_X
POSTED: nothing new! a battlefield terra scene languishing in my files since 2017 tho.
IN PROGRESS
-cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO chapter 10 (1 548 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 (2 553 words)
-bleach: attempt at one of my unusual inheritances prompts that swiftly died on me (503 words) (if you ever think "oh it's such an obvious plot i will remember for sure" THAT IS SATAN LYING TO YOU.)
--
--
cherry wine (short bcs spoilers everywhere)
--
Then they were approaching the well-lit area before the hall where people milled around, and the brouhaha covered the edge of their voices, as Madara asked, "So, what did you do?"
"Mm, nothing too extreme. I merely felt regretful that I couldn't keep Yukiha-san company, so I... referred her to some."
Madara's eyebrows quirked dubiously.
"The pink kind."
"--Pfhah."
He'd done a little more than that, really. When he'd asked the Haruno girls what they thought about hatesex (in favor; spicy), and their ability to convince a very horny, grumpy, desperate kunoichi to let herself be bedded (very high; just had to challenge her superiority), he'd also asked them for the favor of their alpha brother's sweatier underclothes, to plant in her bedroom afterwards. They would have a fun couple of weeks waiting to be certain she wasn't carrying a bellyful of civilian bastards.
--
suburban ot4
--
Nelliel rolls like a beached whale, morose and defeated. Her phone keeps containing nothing of interest.
Tier of course hasn't contacted her directly since their last in-person meeting, because she doesn't believe in chatting up ex-girlfriends. Especially because her current girlfriends are jealous and threatened somehow, even after Nelliel told them about getting knocked up by Grimmjow.
They all think she has shit taste in men, see, but they don't doubt her taste in women is more refined.
Her only recent messages are from Grimmjow and Hime.
... Her most recent message is from Hime! Right now! Ohh, she was letting things settle a bit before she started hounding her in case the Kurosakis wanted space, but!
Hime-chan: Nel-chan, hello! Are you here?
She wants to talk! Live! Right now!
Me: yes!!!!!! :D :D :D hi! what's up??
Hime-chan: #^__^#<3
Hime-chan: oh, nothing much! I was just wondering if you're busy or maybe if you would want to go out for a walk? I was going to take kazui and go check out that new pastry shop and i thought, that's not too far from where you are and maybe you're not too tired to go?
Me: YES let me get dressed.
Hime-chan: but if you don't feel up to it then take care of yourself
Hime-chan: !! oh, great! Give us a half hour?
Me: yeeeeeeeessss ill be waiting downstairs SEE YOU SOON
"Hot date, eh?"
Nelliel gives her boyfriend the crazed stare of don't get in my way. "Oh fuck yeah. With Hime and the kid. I am going to get so many cuddles."
He laughs at her. "Want me to clear out in case you get them to come home with you for coffee while you're at it?"
"... Nah. You can stay and babysit."
Grimmjow plants his hand on top of her skull and swings her right and left, then shoves her back down onto her pillows. She yowls in protest, grabbing his wrist to haul herself back up. "Stop that, I have to shower and get dressed! I can't meet Hime if I stink!"
"But you're fine stinking for me, I see how it is." He drags her to her feet, an amused half-smirk on his face.
"You're a gross boy, though. Hime is fresh and cute and sweet. She's not into salty."
Grimmjow smirks even wider. "Oh, she's into all sorts of crazy shit. Made me a herring and ice cream sandwich once."
"... I kinda want to figure out what exactly this means in our sexy metaphor but I'm going to be late." Nelliel leans in to give him a cheek kiss and a semi-friendly headbutt and scampers off to the bathroom. "I've got a daaaate!"
"A friendship date!"
"Guys who don't have a date don't get to piss on my parade!"
--
ichigo and sisters, odd inheritance -- fic disappeared on me and left me without notes, idk if i'll ever figure out what to do with it
--
Ichigo has been eighteen all of two months when he finally manages to get 1. custody of his sisters and 2. access to his inheritance.
It's fast. Really fast. Dad's lawyer friend was cutthroat and very prepared.
(Even if the guy looks so dubious and scruffy--)
Ichigo has been living in a group house on his own for seven months by then, and he knows the clinic wasn't completely paid off, and he knows it's been sold on -- all their personal effects are in storage, in a truck, in the truck the lawyer friend got him and the lawyer friend's even odder friend taught him to drive and he is never going to manage to repay them--
Anyway.
"Is this it?" Karin asks, dubious.
Karin and Yuzu are crammed together on the passenger's seat, and they peer at the actual goddamned mansion looming at the top of the hill with the exact same dubiousness Ichigo feels. It's an european style, but from a century back at least, and wasn't exactly maintained well. He's not sure why Mom hung onto it instead of selling it off, but maybe there were no buyers. There used to be a village nearby but now there's two rickety houses and some farmland, mostly woods, and the house stands on such a slope that cutting down the trees to grow anything else would be completely pointless.
On the other side of the ridge is, apparently, the sea, but about fifty meters of cliffside down. No beach access either. Sigh. Whatever.
"I'll unlock the gate!" Yuzu exclaims, and pops out of the cab, legs wobbling on landing from the drive. The rusty noise as she pushes it open is, uh. Bad.
"Home sweet home," he grumbles as he drives the car through the gate.
Making it livable is going to take so much work.
But the roof isn't leaking and the heating and water still work, and miraculously one of the wings has failed to get infected by mold. So. It will do.
--
The first night they camp together in one of the living rooms, and it's nice. (Yuzu cries openly over being reunited, Karin cries while telling her not to cry, and Ichigo somehow manages to wait until they have fallen asleep.)
They don't really know what happened to their mom's family or why she has a hugeass house fit for like ten or fifteen very antisocial people that nobody else had a claim on. The way Kurosaki Masaki spent their childhood dodging the topic like an olympic slalom medalist had been read as 'it was Bad and Ungood but now it's OVER move along hahaha'. So of course, "If one of our grandparents is haunting this dust pile and they don't wait until tomorrow to bug us, I will throw their tablet in the sea," Karin was muttering, half as a joke, before she finally laid down.
It's five AM and Ichigo isn't laughing.
Of course there are ghosts. Anywhere he goes there are ghosts.