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Monthly wordcount - december
TOTAL: 3 284
mnghghsgbhhgbs.
POSTED: nothin!
IN PROGRESS
-cherry wine (632 words, mostly edits)
-grimmichi psychic wolves chapter 6.5 (428 words)
-grimmich bloodsport (337 words)
-grimmichinelhime suburban ot4 chapter 20-21 (1 657 words)
-svsss cosplay fic chapter 2 (230 words, purely edits annnnnd it looks like i'mgonna need to restructure and rewrite the whole chapter anyway, so. hate.)
Also posted:
-In This Economy chapter 4, the ichigo/orihime/grimmjow/nelliel suburban ot4.
i've noodled and edited and nothing else this month. ugh. i think i should start tracking what i do AROUND writing, such as coming up with OCs and settings and plotting future things out...not sure how but otherwise i just feel like nothing happened at all. it's just too hard to stay on task witout a copilot. bleh. miss having a beta.
cherry wine
--
There was a big empty gap in the Fuma's defense, and even without being able to feel the chakra coming from it, Izuna had to be aware it was a trap, because he wasn't taking it.
"Coming out to play, Uchiha-sama?" someone called out cheerily. Tobirama couldn't see enough detail from there, but--
"Hozuki Gengetsu," he whispered. "Water country. Powerful."
"That young lout, huh," Madara commented quietly; and then, louder, "One must do their part to entertain the children from time to time, I'm told."
There was a small hiccup in Gengetsu's chakra. Touché. "He didn't like that," he breathed. The visual cue would not be there with that illusion in place, but once Madara was aware of a weakness he would hammer at it just fine on his own.
--
bleach psychic wolves chapter 6.5
--
"Ah... Some news. Rukia-chan found Ichigo's phone."
"From your face, that isn't good news, Ukitake-san!"
"Well. It's more like she found part of his phone. In a ditch along the road. That, hm."
"Proves his little friend is somewhat experienced at avoiding being tracked?"
"Hm."
Isshin smiled, though it felt bitter. He'd made all his children learn their home phone number by heart, but with how little they needed to actively remember it with their cell phones to do it for them, he couldn't be sure the memory would have stayed.
Not that it would be safe to call the house, anyway. The call could be too easily traced.
"Better that we don't learn it while Gin is hosted in your garage, at any rate," Ukitake commented with a commiserating half-smile. "With our luck Shinso is eavesdropping."
"Hell, are you even sure he's still here?" He supposed the one of Ukitake's wolves who had stayed out there to watch would have told him if he'd sneaked away, but who knew...
"I can confirm he is!" said a voice Isshin didn't recognize, making him tense up. "That shiner's going to be glorious."
The man who leaned in was intensely, artificially blond, and his grin fatuous enough to give Urahara punchable-face envy. His eyes were sharp while taking in Isshin, though. Measuring.
--
bloodsport
--
Ichigo was exhausted of thinking about it. "Look, everybody is Quincy. Except the bastards, who are somewhat Quincy. Better than not-Quincy in a way, but still gross, because if you meet one you have to think about some perfectly acceptable pure blood lowering themselves to something kinky and gross that sadly had consequences they can't take to their grave like a proper secret, because other people aren't people, it's bullshit all the way down."
"Hoo. Thought your dad wasn't."
"Mmyeah no, he's not." Ichigo crossed his arms, jaw clenching and releasing. Charlotte still looked more entertained than personally attacked. "I mean, I probably got the racism worse because my mom's, like, related to that decrepit son of a bitch on the throne in a more recent way than most people. Probably Quincies who aren't attached to a noble house have their assholes a bit less clenched about it."
Askin laugh-coughed into his fist. "Aheh... Some of them!"
"Anyway. Noble houses aren't castes, they're just families whose ancestors had enough money they could buy powerful brides and make somewhat stronger children. Then they get into fancy schools and use their connections to get money-making jobs and boss everybody around, and also the oldest child of some families gets to sit on some council the emperor at least pretends to listen to. It's not... I don't know if it works the same as a caste."
"Huh. Perhaps not quite," Charlotte commented thoughtfully, and then Ichigo never got to find out if she had any more ideas to share because a shockwave exploded through the playing field.
--
suburban ot4
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"I never believed it deep down, when my friend -- when they had to show up late at night or give up their weekends, and they'd say it made them happy to help and I didn't need to pay them back. That it made them feel special to be the ones I asked. To be -- trusted--"
Uuugh... Nelliel wipes her face with the heel of her hand, but it's no use because a fresh wave of tears drips down immediately.
"It felt so warm," Orihime whispers, and Nel drags her into her arms, twisting as much as she can at the waist and dragging her close, tucking Hime's face into her neck. Ah, fuck, she can't, she can't stay angry, she can't stay hurt, when was the last time somebody wanted to be good to her so much? When was the last time she wasn't the one giving her time, her advice, her support, sharing her cheap dinners and finding obscure online resources and nosing into conflicts nobody thanked her for fixing--
Nnoitra showed back up and everybody washed their hands off her.
'Sorry, we're not getting involved in that,' like she hadn't been the one to fix up Menoly's resume or help Starrk figure out how to get custody of Lilynette. Like she'd never walked into the center of howling internal fights and brokered peace across fields of pocket knives and bloodied broken bottles.
Orihime's arms come up around her, hesitant, then her fists clench on Nel's shirt against her shoulder blades. Close, close and then closer, clinging right back, and Nelliel wants to kiss her face, kiss the tears away and then her mouth, wants to topple the two of them backwards so she can wind a leg around Hime's legs, coil them together head to toes.
Grimmjow will laugh so hard when she tells him she basically pavloved herself into expecting makeup sex in such a situation.
mnghghsgbhhgbs.
POSTED: nothin!
IN PROGRESS
-cherry wine (632 words, mostly edits)
-grimmichi psychic wolves chapter 6.5 (428 words)
-grimmich bloodsport (337 words)
-grimmichinelhime suburban ot4 chapter 20-21 (1 657 words)
-svsss cosplay fic chapter 2 (230 words, purely edits annnnnd it looks like i'mgonna need to restructure and rewrite the whole chapter anyway, so. hate.)
Also posted:
-In This Economy chapter 4, the ichigo/orihime/grimmjow/nelliel suburban ot4.
i've noodled and edited and nothing else this month. ugh. i think i should start tracking what i do AROUND writing, such as coming up with OCs and settings and plotting future things out...not sure how but otherwise i just feel like nothing happened at all. it's just too hard to stay on task witout a copilot. bleh. miss having a beta.
cherry wine
--
There was a big empty gap in the Fuma's defense, and even without being able to feel the chakra coming from it, Izuna had to be aware it was a trap, because he wasn't taking it.
"Coming out to play, Uchiha-sama?" someone called out cheerily. Tobirama couldn't see enough detail from there, but--
"Hozuki Gengetsu," he whispered. "Water country. Powerful."
"That young lout, huh," Madara commented quietly; and then, louder, "One must do their part to entertain the children from time to time, I'm told."
There was a small hiccup in Gengetsu's chakra. Touché. "He didn't like that," he breathed. The visual cue would not be there with that illusion in place, but once Madara was aware of a weakness he would hammer at it just fine on his own.
--
bleach psychic wolves chapter 6.5
--
"Ah... Some news. Rukia-chan found Ichigo's phone."
"From your face, that isn't good news, Ukitake-san!"
"Well. It's more like she found part of his phone. In a ditch along the road. That, hm."
"Proves his little friend is somewhat experienced at avoiding being tracked?"
"Hm."
Isshin smiled, though it felt bitter. He'd made all his children learn their home phone number by heart, but with how little they needed to actively remember it with their cell phones to do it for them, he couldn't be sure the memory would have stayed.
Not that it would be safe to call the house, anyway. The call could be too easily traced.
"Better that we don't learn it while Gin is hosted in your garage, at any rate," Ukitake commented with a commiserating half-smile. "With our luck Shinso is eavesdropping."
"Hell, are you even sure he's still here?" He supposed the one of Ukitake's wolves who had stayed out there to watch would have told him if he'd sneaked away, but who knew...
"I can confirm he is!" said a voice Isshin didn't recognize, making him tense up. "That shiner's going to be glorious."
The man who leaned in was intensely, artificially blond, and his grin fatuous enough to give Urahara punchable-face envy. His eyes were sharp while taking in Isshin, though. Measuring.
--
bloodsport
--
Ichigo was exhausted of thinking about it. "Look, everybody is Quincy. Except the bastards, who are somewhat Quincy. Better than not-Quincy in a way, but still gross, because if you meet one you have to think about some perfectly acceptable pure blood lowering themselves to something kinky and gross that sadly had consequences they can't take to their grave like a proper secret, because other people aren't people, it's bullshit all the way down."
"Hoo. Thought your dad wasn't."
"Mmyeah no, he's not." Ichigo crossed his arms, jaw clenching and releasing. Charlotte still looked more entertained than personally attacked. "I mean, I probably got the racism worse because my mom's, like, related to that decrepit son of a bitch on the throne in a more recent way than most people. Probably Quincies who aren't attached to a noble house have their assholes a bit less clenched about it."
Askin laugh-coughed into his fist. "Aheh... Some of them!"
"Anyway. Noble houses aren't castes, they're just families whose ancestors had enough money they could buy powerful brides and make somewhat stronger children. Then they get into fancy schools and use their connections to get money-making jobs and boss everybody around, and also the oldest child of some families gets to sit on some council the emperor at least pretends to listen to. It's not... I don't know if it works the same as a caste."
"Huh. Perhaps not quite," Charlotte commented thoughtfully, and then Ichigo never got to find out if she had any more ideas to share because a shockwave exploded through the playing field.
--
suburban ot4
--
"I never believed it deep down, when my friend -- when they had to show up late at night or give up their weekends, and they'd say it made them happy to help and I didn't need to pay them back. That it made them feel special to be the ones I asked. To be -- trusted--"
Uuugh... Nelliel wipes her face with the heel of her hand, but it's no use because a fresh wave of tears drips down immediately.
"It felt so warm," Orihime whispers, and Nel drags her into her arms, twisting as much as she can at the waist and dragging her close, tucking Hime's face into her neck. Ah, fuck, she can't, she can't stay angry, she can't stay hurt, when was the last time somebody wanted to be good to her so much? When was the last time she wasn't the one giving her time, her advice, her support, sharing her cheap dinners and finding obscure online resources and nosing into conflicts nobody thanked her for fixing--
Nnoitra showed back up and everybody washed their hands off her.
'Sorry, we're not getting involved in that,' like she hadn't been the one to fix up Menoly's resume or help Starrk figure out how to get custody of Lilynette. Like she'd never walked into the center of howling internal fights and brokered peace across fields of pocket knives and bloodied broken bottles.
Orihime's arms come up around her, hesitant, then her fists clench on Nel's shirt against her shoulder blades. Close, close and then closer, clinging right back, and Nelliel wants to kiss her face, kiss the tears away and then her mouth, wants to topple the two of them backwards so she can wind a leg around Hime's legs, coil them together head to toes.
Grimmjow will laugh so hard when she tells him she basically pavloved herself into expecting makeup sex in such a situation.