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monthly word count - march
TOTAL: 4 390 words. hmmmmmmm... progress!
POSTED: nuthin.
IN PROGRESS
-In This Economy (bleach suburban ot4) (2 586 words)
-Cherry wine chapter 10 (madatobiizu ABO) (1 804 words)
and... nothing else! hmmmgh.
also posted: some old In This Economy (bleach suburban ot4).
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madatobiizu ABO (tiny bcz everything is spoilery!)
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Izuna straightened up slowly against Madara's side, and gave Hashirama a sharp, reevaluating look. As though he could have been a clan head so long merely on Tobirama's shoulders! You only needed to speak to the man twice to know that Tobirama was lousy at social engineering. Hashirama was much more...
... Oh dear, Hashirama was the Izuna in that equation. Madara was going to take this bit of insight to his grave.
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suburban ot4
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"I look even less Japanese than usual," he whispers to Nelliel at some point as they follow in the wake of the stroller.
The yukata is lighter than his usual clothes, breezy and dry in the summer heat. Feels strange to go around with his legs bare under the drape of ankle-length cotton, but so much cooler than his good jeans. He's getting stared at, though, and not in the usual oh-no-a-tattoo way. He looks taller and wider than most men around here, and unless they're participating in an act or selling stuff most of them aren't dressed up. Locals usually don't bother, the men at least -- like that's taking things too seriously, making them too fancy.
He pings people like a tourist. It's vaguely annoying.
He knows he's only one fourth, but fuck, he grew up here. It should be more his than it is.
"And I do?" Nelliel whispers back, looking pointedly down at her body. She had to make do with a soft cloth belt under her breasts instead of a wider obi, and as much as she tried to flatten herself down it's not giving her the ideal tube body shape for sure.
"Hot as fuck though," is his opinion. Nelliel sighs at him. Yeah, yeah, that's dodging the topic. "Nah, it's -- hnm."
"What's up?" Ichigo asks over his shoulder.
"People are giving me the weird gaijin look. Shoulda told your old man to piss off."
The stare he gets in return is completely incredulous.
Doesn't prepare him for the comeback, though.
"Bitch, you look like a *model*, they're looking for your camera crew."
Grimmjow hasn't blushed in literal years. This had better be sudden-onset heatstroke. Oh little gods Kurosaki is going to rag on him for years--
"Cat fan! Cat fan!"
Kazui spills out of his stroller like a drunk and takes off at a run for the stalls lining the street. Grimmjow lopes after him by reflex. Upside, it's a great change of topic. Downside, Ichigo cuts through the crowd after him, so his face is probably not gonna cool down any time soon. Motherfucker. A *model.*
POSTED: nuthin.
IN PROGRESS
-In This Economy (bleach suburban ot4) (2 586 words)
-Cherry wine chapter 10 (madatobiizu ABO) (1 804 words)
and... nothing else! hmmmgh.
also posted: some old In This Economy (bleach suburban ot4).
--
madatobiizu ABO (tiny bcz everything is spoilery!)
--
Izuna straightened up slowly against Madara's side, and gave Hashirama a sharp, reevaluating look. As though he could have been a clan head so long merely on Tobirama's shoulders! You only needed to speak to the man twice to know that Tobirama was lousy at social engineering. Hashirama was much more...
... Oh dear, Hashirama was the Izuna in that equation. Madara was going to take this bit of insight to his grave.
--
suburban ot4
--
"I look even less Japanese than usual," he whispers to Nelliel at some point as they follow in the wake of the stroller.
The yukata is lighter than his usual clothes, breezy and dry in the summer heat. Feels strange to go around with his legs bare under the drape of ankle-length cotton, but so much cooler than his good jeans. He's getting stared at, though, and not in the usual oh-no-a-tattoo way. He looks taller and wider than most men around here, and unless they're participating in an act or selling stuff most of them aren't dressed up. Locals usually don't bother, the men at least -- like that's taking things too seriously, making them too fancy.
He pings people like a tourist. It's vaguely annoying.
He knows he's only one fourth, but fuck, he grew up here. It should be more his than it is.
"And I do?" Nelliel whispers back, looking pointedly down at her body. She had to make do with a soft cloth belt under her breasts instead of a wider obi, and as much as she tried to flatten herself down it's not giving her the ideal tube body shape for sure.
"Hot as fuck though," is his opinion. Nelliel sighs at him. Yeah, yeah, that's dodging the topic. "Nah, it's -- hnm."
"What's up?" Ichigo asks over his shoulder.
"People are giving me the weird gaijin look. Shoulda told your old man to piss off."
The stare he gets in return is completely incredulous.
Doesn't prepare him for the comeback, though.
"Bitch, you look like a *model*, they're looking for your camera crew."
Grimmjow hasn't blushed in literal years. This had better be sudden-onset heatstroke. Oh little gods Kurosaki is going to rag on him for years--
"Cat fan! Cat fan!"
Kazui spills out of his stroller like a drunk and takes off at a run for the stalls lining the street. Grimmjow lopes after him by reflex. Upside, it's a great change of topic. Downside, Ichigo cuts through the crowd after him, so his face is probably not gonna cool down any time soon. Motherfucker. A *model.*