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monthly word count - june
TOTAL: 1 718...
... uuuuuuuuuuuugh. i mean for 10 days of that i was on vacation in greece but i had so much free time AND air conditioning and the rest of the month was also dead, so what gives, self. maybe it's the heat... :/
upside, i posted quite a bit! nice, nice.
POSTED !!! :
-cosplaying in another dimension with my tamagotchi! Chapter 2 (svsss, shen yuan/original luo binghe, adventure, OCs. (42 words XD)
-in This Economy chapters 9 and 10 ( bleach suburban ot4), seriously self post them slower BUT i managed to edit/fluff up the biggest issues i had with chapter 10, so it does in fact count like i wrote it this month.
IN PROGRESS
-cosplaying in another dimension with my tamagotchi! Chapter 3 (481 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 chapter 21 (946 words)
-naruto - cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO (180 words, very cool bit buuuut it contradicts early canon so hrthghgmmghghgh if can't fix then might not keep. not gonna post it.)
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suburban ot4
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Ichigo looks away, toward the fireworks, but he doesn't look like he's paying attention to them much. "It's sad. I mean. Mine. It's not cute."
Oh wow, Orihime's face is... Yeah, the mood is kind of going down there. Nelliel clenches her hand on his wrist, pulls his arm tighter around her, tense from bracing for it.
"... When she got kidnapped?"
Ichigo huffs out a little laugh, seen more than heard. "Well, that definitely pushed it from 'I like her but it'll never happen so I gotta stay back at the edge of her friend group and not intrude' to 'ok, just try to pry me off, I'm gonna protect her until I die', but no. I just, well. Kind of at first sight, but. Not cute at all."
Orihime smiles, but her eyes don't. "When my brother was dying I carried him to the Kurosaki clinic. We were thirteen. I don't really remember Ichigo from that time, of course, haha, I was kinda distracted."
"Ok, wow, yes, this is... really not a meet-cute." Nelliel reaches out her other arm, hesitant. "Do you want a hug?"
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cosplay fic
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Jin-xiong was his go-to cosplay when he wanted to pop over for a quick wander, not eye-catching enough to attract trouble or cause anybody to remember him for long -- and also, easy to put on. The only annoying part was having to deal with the concussion for three actual days in real life, but since it was a magical concussion from a world where nobody had heard of a TBI, it didn't leave him with any long-term issues, which was frankly a relief.
Though he could have popped a magic healing pill... But where to get one while injured? Obviously he should stock up for next time, though.
Even more obviously, he had thought at some point, he should make an OC who could make their own. He knew the right herbs and where to find them! He knew where to get a good, a great *and* an amazing pill furnace! Also herbalists were always wise and mysterious and with little cottages in the woods, and never got poisoned by shitty papapa pollen. He could even use that white wig his egg had teased him about!
Except...
The initial abilities of the new persona only partly depended on how good the backstory was -- the rest was all about technical cosplay quality.
Let's just say very quickly that making an immortal master herbalist/pillmaker when your design sense was still pretty cliché and your stitches basic tended to, uh. Make the guy come off as a charlatan. That had been a very embarrassing weekend and Shen Yuan was glad nobody would ever know. He'd sold to exactly two people before he was run out of town, and one of his clients had been so obviously desperate he hadn't even managed to make himself take her money.
One day, Master Tang! One day. But that day was not today.
... uuuuuuuuuuuugh. i mean for 10 days of that i was on vacation in greece but i had so much free time AND air conditioning and the rest of the month was also dead, so what gives, self. maybe it's the heat... :/
upside, i posted quite a bit! nice, nice.
POSTED !!! :
-cosplaying in another dimension with my tamagotchi! Chapter 2 (svsss, shen yuan/original luo binghe, adventure, OCs. (42 words XD)
-in This Economy chapters 9 and 10 ( bleach suburban ot4), seriously self post them slower BUT i managed to edit/fluff up the biggest issues i had with chapter 10, so it does in fact count like i wrote it this month.
IN PROGRESS
-cosplaying in another dimension with my tamagotchi! Chapter 3 (481 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 chapter 21 (946 words)
-naruto - cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO (180 words, very cool bit buuuut it contradicts early canon so hrthghgmmghghgh if can't fix then might not keep. not gonna post it.)
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suburban ot4
--
Ichigo looks away, toward the fireworks, but he doesn't look like he's paying attention to them much. "It's sad. I mean. Mine. It's not cute."
Oh wow, Orihime's face is... Yeah, the mood is kind of going down there. Nelliel clenches her hand on his wrist, pulls his arm tighter around her, tense from bracing for it.
"... When she got kidnapped?"
Ichigo huffs out a little laugh, seen more than heard. "Well, that definitely pushed it from 'I like her but it'll never happen so I gotta stay back at the edge of her friend group and not intrude' to 'ok, just try to pry me off, I'm gonna protect her until I die', but no. I just, well. Kind of at first sight, but. Not cute at all."
Orihime smiles, but her eyes don't. "When my brother was dying I carried him to the Kurosaki clinic. We were thirteen. I don't really remember Ichigo from that time, of course, haha, I was kinda distracted."
"Ok, wow, yes, this is... really not a meet-cute." Nelliel reaches out her other arm, hesitant. "Do you want a hug?"
--
cosplay fic
--
Jin-xiong was his go-to cosplay when he wanted to pop over for a quick wander, not eye-catching enough to attract trouble or cause anybody to remember him for long -- and also, easy to put on. The only annoying part was having to deal with the concussion for three actual days in real life, but since it was a magical concussion from a world where nobody had heard of a TBI, it didn't leave him with any long-term issues, which was frankly a relief.
Though he could have popped a magic healing pill... But where to get one while injured? Obviously he should stock up for next time, though.
Even more obviously, he had thought at some point, he should make an OC who could make their own. He knew the right herbs and where to find them! He knew where to get a good, a great *and* an amazing pill furnace! Also herbalists were always wise and mysterious and with little cottages in the woods, and never got poisoned by shitty papapa pollen. He could even use that white wig his egg had teased him about!
Except...
The initial abilities of the new persona only partly depended on how good the backstory was -- the rest was all about technical cosplay quality.
Let's just say very quickly that making an immortal master herbalist/pillmaker when your design sense was still pretty cliché and your stitches basic tended to, uh. Make the guy come off as a charlatan. That had been a very embarrassing weekend and Shen Yuan was glad nobody would ever know. He'd sold to exactly two people before he was run out of town, and one of his clients had been so obviously desperate he hadn't even managed to make himself take her money.
One day, Master Tang! One day. But that day was not today.