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monthly word count - May
TOTAL: 5 697
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POSTED: nothin'!
IN PROGRESS
-In This Economy - bleach suburban ot4 (1 173 words)
-SVSSS Cosplay fic (4 149 words!! imma post chapter 2 soonish.)
-bleach: bloodsport (4 words) ( ;_; )
-Cherry Wine - MadaTobiIzu ABO (369 words)
this month has been good! finally managed to fix a scene i hated in the suburban ot4 chapter 10, AND managed to fix all the problems i had with the cosplay fic so i could finish chapter 2 and even start chapter 3, AND cherry wine!!! le gasp.
bloodsport lied to me about having inspiration and then promptly dying again. hrmghg. one day i will finish you, you jerk. one day...
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teasers!
suburban ot4
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"Well... It was after that kidnapping clusterfuck." Her voice goes apologetic, for bringing it back up. "I mean, not right afterwards because denial for the win, but. After he rescued me, I just really wanted to know why, because, well, he hated me?"
"Tch. Disliked you, at most. You were a prissy pain in the ass and you kept showing me up in just about everything, but you weren't fuckin' Ulquiorra."
"I still don't know what your exact beef was with him, by the way. But anyway! Then he was like 'well sure, I hate you, but like, not in a gross way. And Nnoitra--'"
"Hm?"
"That asshole who hit me with the glass bottle."
The look that passes on Orihime's face is...
She understands the gross comment a bit too well. Like, in her guts she does. Oh, he doesn't like that.
Grimmjow always assumed that nothing had had the time to happen to her, back then. Just comments. Maybe an ass slap in passing. But that's not the expression of somebody who doesn't entirely get--
Grimmjow should have hit him harder.
Next time, he promises himself. Next time he'll introduce his skull to some pavement. The bar stool wasn't enough.
"... Aw, I didn't wanna ruin the mood. I'm sorry, honey."
"No, no, it's okay! It's okay, it was going to be cute, right?"
Orihime looks hopeful; Ichigo looks... Hm. Like he's thoughtfully considering helping with the pavement greetings. A blink, and that look is gone, replaced with a little half-smile at Nelliel.
"Anyway, that guy hated me in a gross way, apparently, and Grimmjow was like, 'okay I'm an asshole but not that kind of asshole!' And obviously I went straight back to my friends to tell them now I had to fuck him."
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cherry wine
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Of course it wasn't like the letters had stopped coming, now that everybody else was back home as well and settled enough to start figuring out the details on all the deals struck.
Contract with the terms they'd discussed and some others to clarify, a meeting suggestion, some personnel files for the Nara clanspeople who were going to come and study with his laboratory team...
Nara Naeto-kun had requested the assistance of his older cousins, and thoughtfully added short dossiers -- names, ages, training (one medic, one herbalist, one poisonmaker), degree of separation with the clan head...
Sigh.
"Tobirama-sama?"
He waved a hand at his aide. "They're sending me prospective husbands."
Suiko scowled. "I see. I don't suppose there's any way to refuse?"
"Officially they're just here to assist. If upon interacting I happen to find them agreeable... "
It wasn't the worst way to handle things. They'd already gotten several straight-up betrothal offers and those would have to be deftly handled with in-person meetings with Hashirama so that a just-as-abrupt refusal didn't insult anybody and make enemies where they weren't needed. Some of those were merely disguised attempts to make any kind of alliance at all -- they'd have no clue what to do with Tobirama if ever they got him. He was too smart and powerful to be ever fully trusted. Some of them might be assassination or sabotage attempts. Some of them...
Some of them might be sincere, which was the worst option.
He was not leaving his clan.
He was not getting saddled with imported husbands who at best would only pretend they didn't mind when he didn't heed them, either.
"Should we host them in the worst guest house, Tobirama-sama?"
He couldn't help but snort. Suiko was smarter than to mean it, but it was still nice. "I will appreciate the suggestion in the spirit in which it was intended," he said dryly.
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svsss cosplay fic
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# Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
What are your best concepts for an OC in the PIDW world? The ones you find the most original, or the most satisfying, or the most intriguing? In other words, this thread is an open invitation to tell me all about your self-inserts.
# HUALING SUPREMACY
;) looking for inspo for ur cosplays?? Cuz damn but theyr good n u should do more
# Littlest Cutest YingYingYing
Yeah!! Do a wife, do a wife!!!
# Little Sister Connoisseur
Do a male version of a wife if you're a coward, but +1
# Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
Why is this suddenly a thread about cosplay, the other one is still open. And I'm not planning to cosplay people's OCs, that would be plagiarism. But hey... A little inspiration doesn't hurt. ;)
# The People's Daily Salute To The Heavens
sure, sure. ill link u to fanart for mine, hes fun. binghe ancestor sealed away kind of deal.
# N°1 Eternal War God
why dont u come up w a bingge bootlicker then. chief superintendent of shining shoes.
# grass your mother and fuck your horse
brooooo, stop that, it's embarrassing, just because he was a better liu qingge than you... u__u
# Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
... Moving on from the cosplay topic. OCs please?
# The People's Daily Salute To The Heavens
Lmao our cucumber-laoshi pretending to be above gloating.
# Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
I'll gloat in the right thread, this is not about cosplay. You now owe me a 200 word essay about your best OC.
# The People's Daily Salute To The Heavens
Ok ok fine. lbhs twin brother separated at birth!! except his baby raft capsized & he was picked up by demons.
# Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
........
Congratulations, you have managed to take Luo Binghe's basic concept and bring it to the depths of Deviantart circa 2010 somehow. Does this OC perchance also have wings and/or horns?
:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
POSTED: nothin'!
IN PROGRESS
-In This Economy - bleach suburban ot4 (1 173 words)
-SVSSS Cosplay fic (4 149 words!! imma post chapter 2 soonish.)
-bleach: bloodsport (4 words) ( ;_; )
-Cherry Wine - MadaTobiIzu ABO (369 words)
this month has been good! finally managed to fix a scene i hated in the suburban ot4 chapter 10, AND managed to fix all the problems i had with the cosplay fic so i could finish chapter 2 and even start chapter 3, AND cherry wine!!! le gasp.
bloodsport lied to me about having inspiration and then promptly dying again. hrmghg. one day i will finish you, you jerk. one day...
--
teasers!
suburban ot4
--
"Well... It was after that kidnapping clusterfuck." Her voice goes apologetic, for bringing it back up. "I mean, not right afterwards because denial for the win, but. After he rescued me, I just really wanted to know why, because, well, he hated me?"
"Tch. Disliked you, at most. You were a prissy pain in the ass and you kept showing me up in just about everything, but you weren't fuckin' Ulquiorra."
"I still don't know what your exact beef was with him, by the way. But anyway! Then he was like 'well sure, I hate you, but like, not in a gross way. And Nnoitra--'"
"Hm?"
"That asshole who hit me with the glass bottle."
The look that passes on Orihime's face is...
She understands the gross comment a bit too well. Like, in her guts she does. Oh, he doesn't like that.
Grimmjow always assumed that nothing had had the time to happen to her, back then. Just comments. Maybe an ass slap in passing. But that's not the expression of somebody who doesn't entirely get--
Grimmjow should have hit him harder.
Next time, he promises himself. Next time he'll introduce his skull to some pavement. The bar stool wasn't enough.
"... Aw, I didn't wanna ruin the mood. I'm sorry, honey."
"No, no, it's okay! It's okay, it was going to be cute, right?"
Orihime looks hopeful; Ichigo looks... Hm. Like he's thoughtfully considering helping with the pavement greetings. A blink, and that look is gone, replaced with a little half-smile at Nelliel.
"Anyway, that guy hated me in a gross way, apparently, and Grimmjow was like, 'okay I'm an asshole but not that kind of asshole!' And obviously I went straight back to my friends to tell them now I had to fuck him."
--
cherry wine
--
Of course it wasn't like the letters had stopped coming, now that everybody else was back home as well and settled enough to start figuring out the details on all the deals struck.
Contract with the terms they'd discussed and some others to clarify, a meeting suggestion, some personnel files for the Nara clanspeople who were going to come and study with his laboratory team...
Nara Naeto-kun had requested the assistance of his older cousins, and thoughtfully added short dossiers -- names, ages, training (one medic, one herbalist, one poisonmaker), degree of separation with the clan head...
Sigh.
"Tobirama-sama?"
He waved a hand at his aide. "They're sending me prospective husbands."
Suiko scowled. "I see. I don't suppose there's any way to refuse?"
"Officially they're just here to assist. If upon interacting I happen to find them agreeable... "
It wasn't the worst way to handle things. They'd already gotten several straight-up betrothal offers and those would have to be deftly handled with in-person meetings with Hashirama so that a just-as-abrupt refusal didn't insult anybody and make enemies where they weren't needed. Some of those were merely disguised attempts to make any kind of alliance at all -- they'd have no clue what to do with Tobirama if ever they got him. He was too smart and powerful to be ever fully trusted. Some of them might be assassination or sabotage attempts. Some of them...
Some of them might be sincere, which was the worst option.
He was not leaving his clan.
He was not getting saddled with imported husbands who at best would only pretend they didn't mind when he didn't heed them, either.
"Should we host them in the worst guest house, Tobirama-sama?"
He couldn't help but snort. Suiko was smarter than to mean it, but it was still nice. "I will appreciate the suggestion in the spirit in which it was intended," he said dryly.
--
svsss cosplay fic
--
# Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
What are your best concepts for an OC in the PIDW world? The ones you find the most original, or the most satisfying, or the most intriguing? In other words, this thread is an open invitation to tell me all about your self-inserts.
# HUALING SUPREMACY
;) looking for inspo for ur cosplays?? Cuz damn but theyr good n u should do more
# Littlest Cutest YingYingYing
Yeah!! Do a wife, do a wife!!!
# Little Sister Connoisseur
Do a male version of a wife if you're a coward, but +1
# Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
Why is this suddenly a thread about cosplay, the other one is still open. And I'm not planning to cosplay people's OCs, that would be plagiarism. But hey... A little inspiration doesn't hurt. ;)
# The People's Daily Salute To The Heavens
sure, sure. ill link u to fanart for mine, hes fun. binghe ancestor sealed away kind of deal.
# N°1 Eternal War God
why dont u come up w a bingge bootlicker then. chief superintendent of shining shoes.
# grass your mother and fuck your horse
brooooo, stop that, it's embarrassing, just because he was a better liu qingge than you... u__u
# Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
... Moving on from the cosplay topic. OCs please?
# The People's Daily Salute To The Heavens
Lmao our cucumber-laoshi pretending to be above gloating.
# Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
I'll gloat in the right thread, this is not about cosplay. You now owe me a 200 word essay about your best OC.
# The People's Daily Salute To The Heavens
Ok ok fine. lbhs twin brother separated at birth!! except his baby raft capsized & he was picked up by demons.
# Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
........
Congratulations, you have managed to take Luo Binghe's basic concept and bring it to the depths of Deviantart circa 2010 somehow. Does this OC perchance also have wings and/or horns?