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Monthly word count - September
TOTAL: 4 557
i thought it would be more... :(
POSTED: none
IN PROGRESS
-bleach: suburban ot4 (370 words)
-naruto: cherry wine chapter idk (45 words) (what is STUCK with it i don't get it ahhghgh!)
-svsss: cosplay fic (4 142 words)
...cosplay fic totally ate the others to sustain itself there, didn't it. SIGH.
--
teasers ..; actually only for svsss because the others are mostly a bunch of edits and small bits. harrumph.
So he never did manage to catch Airplane again during that convention, and after that the couple emails he sent must have landed in his spam folder because there was no response. Which, in retrospect, was maybe for the best -- why would he give something like a dimension-jumping magical-costume-made-reality item to Shen Yuan and then wander off if he had done it knowingly? If he had done it at all? It might have been a mixup. It might have been the magical tamagotchi rolling into the bag while the man's back was turned.
Or else Airplane was cursed and trying to pass it on, which. Disturbingly plausible, but also, Shen Yuan had seen a Seven-Hued False Phoenix and gotten to pet a Silver-Hooved Chiming Goat, so basically YOLO.
Cultivation was so great. He never wanted to give it up.
"Hey, System?"
[^o^ Yes, valued user? ^o^]
The manual he'd stolen at Huan Hua hadn't followed him home. Instead it showed up in the Stats section under the heading "Qiankun pouch". The map and talismans were there too, instead of spread out on his bed with the rest of his Jin-xiong outfit.
"Can I get the items in my qiankun bag out here, right now?"
Wouldn't that be a thing. A real method to grow a golden core, out here in the modern, mundane world. Even if it didn't work at all without any ambient qi to draw on, it would be such a cool reference for his props.
Heh. It'd be too cool to be allowed, he was sure--
[u_u Alas! Host doesn't have enough points. Because he doesn't do enough things! u_u]
"Holy shit tell me those things first."
i thought it would be more... :(
POSTED: none
IN PROGRESS
-bleach: suburban ot4 (370 words)
-naruto: cherry wine chapter idk (45 words) (what is STUCK with it i don't get it ahhghgh!)
-svsss: cosplay fic (4 142 words)
...cosplay fic totally ate the others to sustain itself there, didn't it. SIGH.
--
teasers ..; actually only for svsss because the others are mostly a bunch of edits and small bits. harrumph.
So he never did manage to catch Airplane again during that convention, and after that the couple emails he sent must have landed in his spam folder because there was no response. Which, in retrospect, was maybe for the best -- why would he give something like a dimension-jumping magical-costume-made-reality item to Shen Yuan and then wander off if he had done it knowingly? If he had done it at all? It might have been a mixup. It might have been the magical tamagotchi rolling into the bag while the man's back was turned.
Or else Airplane was cursed and trying to pass it on, which. Disturbingly plausible, but also, Shen Yuan had seen a Seven-Hued False Phoenix and gotten to pet a Silver-Hooved Chiming Goat, so basically YOLO.
Cultivation was so great. He never wanted to give it up.
"Hey, System?"
[^o^ Yes, valued user? ^o^]
The manual he'd stolen at Huan Hua hadn't followed him home. Instead it showed up in the Stats section under the heading "Qiankun pouch". The map and talismans were there too, instead of spread out on his bed with the rest of his Jin-xiong outfit.
"Can I get the items in my qiankun bag out here, right now?"
Wouldn't that be a thing. A real method to grow a golden core, out here in the modern, mundane world. Even if it didn't work at all without any ambient qi to draw on, it would be such a cool reference for his props.
Heh. It'd be too cool to be allowed, he was sure--
[u_u Alas! Host doesn't have enough points. Because he doesn't do enough things! u_u]
"Holy shit tell me those things first."