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Monthly word count - February
TOTAL: 2 536 words
POSTED: nuthin'
IN PROGRESS:
-svsss: cosplay fic chapter 2 (1 010 words) (so close to the last scene of the chapter!! hhhghhghg. go go go self don't give up)
-naruto: cherry wine: madatobiizu ABO (1 332 words) (>:E i WILL!!!!! complete this fucking chapter in march!!!!! SO CLOSE SELF KEEP GOING raaaaarghghghg!!!)
-bleach: grimmichi: bloodsport (194 words) (that fic is a goddamn zombie. not a twitch for a year and then it surges up for a good scare and dies again.)
Can't post any cherry wine teaser because all of it is massively spoilery! alas alas.
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svsss cosplay fic
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"Father wasn't the family head yet. It didn't matter if his fourth daughter was a bit wild, and if I brought back a husband I met on the road that would be fine. But then Uncle died, and his sons died, and our brother--"
Oh fuck oh fuck that really hadn't been in the books--
"--Outbreak of the Yang-Stalk-Blighting fever, you know how that goes--"
What! That was Wife 87 through 96's backstory! The village of lonely widows! How come it was already relevant?! It had existed before? It was common enough to be recognized? What? What.
He must have made a strange face because she stopped talking. No, no, he was still listening, please keep the lore going --
Fuck, he was being so unsympathetic right now. "Ah... That is some rotten luck. So you went from being almost irrelevant to being fourth in line... That must be heavy."
It made her father allowing her to gallivant so far afield even more incomprehensible.
"Mnh."
Wu Xiaodan gave a dry shrug, trying to appear unbothered. "He'd get me a tutor right now if I asked. Then I could become a mediocre cultivator accomplishing little while my neighbors attribute every problem my family has to my refusing to contribute by getting them closer bonds with their friends and associates.
"Right," Shen Yuan, who with two older brothers and a younger sister to handle that particular burden, had no intention of ever doing such, replied.
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bleach - bloodsport
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"Hey, Señorito, wanna show us how it's done?"
Luppi made a face. "And explode the building next door? Pass."
"Ouuh, Lord Antenor, so strong!" "Too powerful!" "Can't keep it zipped up!"
"... We got five minutes, Kurosaki? Hey, actually."
Ichigo went from 'well sure, this guy's not a pushover exactly, but is he really so strong he could do this much damage by accident though?' to 'hey, what' as Luppi's hand closed around his wrist and yanked him along. The man stalked up to the door and was through it to the delight of the teens before Ichigo figured out he was planning to bring Ichigo onto the game court with him.
"What the fuck! That containment field is cat two at best! I can't go there!"
"Are you planning to blast little urchins to smithereens today, Kurosaki?"
"N-no but what the--"
"Fought a whole war just fine, didn't you?"
The kids were leaning in, peering at him. "Battle comrade kind of deal, Señorito? Looks prissy. He a Lamento or something?"
"A what?"
Luppi smiled charmingly, eyes crinkled. "Lamentación caste, keep up."
Then he popped Ichigo through the other door like a cork and followed onto the game field.
POSTED: nuthin'
IN PROGRESS:
-svsss: cosplay fic chapter 2 (1 010 words) (so close to the last scene of the chapter!! hhhghhghg. go go go self don't give up)
-naruto: cherry wine: madatobiizu ABO (1 332 words) (>:E i WILL!!!!! complete this fucking chapter in march!!!!! SO CLOSE SELF KEEP GOING raaaaarghghghg!!!)
-bleach: grimmichi: bloodsport (194 words) (that fic is a goddamn zombie. not a twitch for a year and then it surges up for a good scare and dies again.)
Can't post any cherry wine teaser because all of it is massively spoilery! alas alas.
--
svsss cosplay fic
--
"Father wasn't the family head yet. It didn't matter if his fourth daughter was a bit wild, and if I brought back a husband I met on the road that would be fine. But then Uncle died, and his sons died, and our brother--"
Oh fuck oh fuck that really hadn't been in the books--
"--Outbreak of the Yang-Stalk-Blighting fever, you know how that goes--"
What! That was Wife 87 through 96's backstory! The village of lonely widows! How come it was already relevant?! It had existed before? It was common enough to be recognized? What? What.
He must have made a strange face because she stopped talking. No, no, he was still listening, please keep the lore going --
Fuck, he was being so unsympathetic right now. "Ah... That is some rotten luck. So you went from being almost irrelevant to being fourth in line... That must be heavy."
It made her father allowing her to gallivant so far afield even more incomprehensible.
"Mnh."
Wu Xiaodan gave a dry shrug, trying to appear unbothered. "He'd get me a tutor right now if I asked. Then I could become a mediocre cultivator accomplishing little while my neighbors attribute every problem my family has to my refusing to contribute by getting them closer bonds with their friends and associates.
"Right," Shen Yuan, who with two older brothers and a younger sister to handle that particular burden, had no intention of ever doing such, replied.
--
bleach - bloodsport
--
"Hey, Señorito, wanna show us how it's done?"
Luppi made a face. "And explode the building next door? Pass."
"Ouuh, Lord Antenor, so strong!" "Too powerful!" "Can't keep it zipped up!"
"... We got five minutes, Kurosaki? Hey, actually."
Ichigo went from 'well sure, this guy's not a pushover exactly, but is he really so strong he could do this much damage by accident though?' to 'hey, what' as Luppi's hand closed around his wrist and yanked him along. The man stalked up to the door and was through it to the delight of the teens before Ichigo figured out he was planning to bring Ichigo onto the game court with him.
"What the fuck! That containment field is cat two at best! I can't go there!"
"Are you planning to blast little urchins to smithereens today, Kurosaki?"
"N-no but what the--"
"Fought a whole war just fine, didn't you?"
The kids were leaning in, peering at him. "Battle comrade kind of deal, Señorito? Looks prissy. He a Lamento or something?"
"A what?"
Luppi smiled charmingly, eyes crinkled. "Lamentación caste, keep up."
Then he popped Ichigo through the other door like a cork and followed onto the game field.