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monthly word count - august
TOTAL: 2 261
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POSTED : nuthin.
IN PROGRESS:
-svsss cosplay fic (994 words)
-cherry wine ABO (1 267 words.. half discards)
ALSO POSTED:
Bleach OT4 chapter 12
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cosplay fic
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Ren Yun first spawned in the hay loft of a rickety inn on the side of a dusty road in the Borderlands. Hay and dust in his hair, dust and hay on his simple tunic and pants, dust on his feet (ooh, paw pads) and between his pads (ow, paw pads), and some more hay all over his tail, prickly and itchy and weird.
First impression: intolerable.
He spent so long cleaning himself up he almost missed the caravan departing.
[=^.^= In-character bonus! EXP: 1 pt. =^.^=]
'What's in character about being late, ah?! Stop inventing character traits for my own OCs!'
He bounded off the loft and straight onto the top of a passing wagon, landing in total silence, and didn't jar the vehicle at all. Dang. Jin-xiong couldn't have pulled that off, and his qinggong was much better. It was all muscle control and flexibility.
[=é.è= The in-characterness was referring to the cat-like fussiness. Would Host rather take off the point? =._.=]
'... I'll keep it.' A point was a point. And fussiness wasn't going to be a hard trait to keep up, considering how badly having hay stabbed up into his fur itched.
Anyway. Second impression: cool as hell.
... A quick cup check confirmed that he hadn't lost his beloved son when he gained his cat ears. Second impression confirmed. His tamagotchi had told him he didn't have enough points for a rare type of OC but boy was he glad he hadn't been forcibly crossplayed.
... Hm. So how rare did catboys of the housecat variety have to be in order to count in the eyes of his tamagotchi? Because there hasn't been a single one onscreen, and yet here he was. That was a ratio of... Whiskers-meimei, Xing'er, Little Dumpling, One-Sock, Tofu, the three unnamed Russian Blue jiejie, six -- no, seven servant girls, and of course the amazing, incredible, magnificent Li Maomao, whose claim to fame was being the first to succ Bing-ge's soul through his dick -- ahem. To manage to totally and thoroughly please Luo Binghe's massive pillar instead of being patted indulgently on the head as she gave it a teary-eyed try. And then she'd gotten lost in the orgy and never joined the harem! So unfair. The first time Bingge had swooned, and she wasn't even rewarded by an onscreen orgasm of her own.
Anyway, the ratio so far was fourteen to zero in favor of catgirls. So. Questions.
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cherry wine
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"You're going to damage your peerlessly ethereal good looks with that face," the eldest of his cousins mused as she watched him approach, leaning on the tree that marked a hidden path between the bushes.
Tobirama stopped in his tracks to glare threateningly at her. All Touka did in return was smirk, made-up lips stretching long and slow.
"I'm going to damage my book on your nose," he threatened, hefting the tome of ((nerd shit)).
"Ahh, there's the rabid little badger I know and love. I was worried."
"Touka." Tobirama massaged the bridge of his nose. "Ethereal?"
"The reports made for very entertaining reading, what can I say?"
"Nothing. You could say nothing."
"Then you'd be the one worried I had been replaced in the night," she parried effortlessly, and fell into step with him. Tobirama scowled. It wasn't a passing opportunity to bug him, was it? She was coming along for a reason... "That's another good glare. Hm. Yes. Very tetchy."
.. :/
POSTED : nuthin.
IN PROGRESS:
-svsss cosplay fic (994 words)
-cherry wine ABO (1 267 words.. half discards)
ALSO POSTED:
Bleach OT4 chapter 12
--
cosplay fic
--
Ren Yun first spawned in the hay loft of a rickety inn on the side of a dusty road in the Borderlands. Hay and dust in his hair, dust and hay on his simple tunic and pants, dust on his feet (ooh, paw pads) and between his pads (ow, paw pads), and some more hay all over his tail, prickly and itchy and weird.
First impression: intolerable.
He spent so long cleaning himself up he almost missed the caravan departing.
[=^.^= In-character bonus! EXP: 1 pt. =^.^=]
'What's in character about being late, ah?! Stop inventing character traits for my own OCs!'
He bounded off the loft and straight onto the top of a passing wagon, landing in total silence, and didn't jar the vehicle at all. Dang. Jin-xiong couldn't have pulled that off, and his qinggong was much better. It was all muscle control and flexibility.
[=é.è= The in-characterness was referring to the cat-like fussiness. Would Host rather take off the point? =._.=]
'... I'll keep it.' A point was a point. And fussiness wasn't going to be a hard trait to keep up, considering how badly having hay stabbed up into his fur itched.
Anyway. Second impression: cool as hell.
... A quick cup check confirmed that he hadn't lost his beloved son when he gained his cat ears. Second impression confirmed. His tamagotchi had told him he didn't have enough points for a rare type of OC but boy was he glad he hadn't been forcibly crossplayed.
... Hm. So how rare did catboys of the housecat variety have to be in order to count in the eyes of his tamagotchi? Because there hasn't been a single one onscreen, and yet here he was. That was a ratio of... Whiskers-meimei, Xing'er, Little Dumpling, One-Sock, Tofu, the three unnamed Russian Blue jiejie, six -- no, seven servant girls, and of course the amazing, incredible, magnificent Li Maomao, whose claim to fame was being the first to succ Bing-ge's soul through his dick -- ahem. To manage to totally and thoroughly please Luo Binghe's massive pillar instead of being patted indulgently on the head as she gave it a teary-eyed try. And then she'd gotten lost in the orgy and never joined the harem! So unfair. The first time Bingge had swooned, and she wasn't even rewarded by an onscreen orgasm of her own.
Anyway, the ratio so far was fourteen to zero in favor of catgirls. So. Questions.
--
cherry wine
--
"You're going to damage your peerlessly ethereal good looks with that face," the eldest of his cousins mused as she watched him approach, leaning on the tree that marked a hidden path between the bushes.
Tobirama stopped in his tracks to glare threateningly at her. All Touka did in return was smirk, made-up lips stretching long and slow.
"I'm going to damage my book on your nose," he threatened, hefting the tome of ((nerd shit)).
"Ahh, there's the rabid little badger I know and love. I was worried."
"Touka." Tobirama massaged the bridge of his nose. "Ethereal?"
"The reports made for very entertaining reading, what can I say?"
"Nothing. You could say nothing."
"Then you'd be the one worried I had been replaced in the night," she parried effortlessly, and fell into step with him. Tobirama scowled. It wasn't a passing opportunity to bug him, was it? She was coming along for a reason... "That's another good glare. Hm. Yes. Very tetchy."