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monthly word count - september
TOTAL: 1 077 words.
jeeeeeeeze this is my worst month in years. not surprised.
Posted: nein.
In progress:
-suburban ot4 (1 019 words.)
-svsss cosplay fic (58... words...)
and i haven't posted any ot4 either cause i'm slowly but surely catching up so i need to slow the heck down. last year when i started posting one chapter a month or thereabouts i was writing chpt 20 and now i'm on... chapter 22. not sustenable.
OT4
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Nelliel lowers herself beside Nerd Kurosaki on the foot of the bed with a huff, and then drops backwards, making the princess bounce. She has her casual-and-innocent smile on. Planning shit, huh. Grimmjow shows his support toward that agenda via planting a socked foot in the middle of Ichigo's chest and shoving him on his back without warning.
"Hey!"
"Refusing our hospitality? Gonna have to kill you."
He looms, bottles tucked under one arm.
Fucking shit, they all look so good, sprawled on royal blue velvet. The princess curled on her side like a shrimp and his Nelliel and that guy both flat on their backs, staring up at him like they're waiting on him to--
Nelliel's knees twitch and he knows if they were alone she'd be parting them for him already. He can't help thinking of what would happen if Ichigo also pulled that move. Grimmjow would put a hand on his breastbone to keep him flat, then lean down so close until Ichigo couldn't stand waiting, then--
"Shuffle up, we're camping here."
"Wha-- wait? Glasses? Where do we put--"
Grimmjow drops cross-legged beside Nelliel, in the space Ichigo hurriedly vacated not a second ago, and bends over the edge to pick up a pizza box for a table. "You're so prissy. Want a coaster too?"
jeeeeeeeze this is my worst month in years. not surprised.
Posted: nein.
In progress:
-suburban ot4 (1 019 words.)
-svsss cosplay fic (58... words...)
and i haven't posted any ot4 either cause i'm slowly but surely catching up so i need to slow the heck down. last year when i started posting one chapter a month or thereabouts i was writing chpt 20 and now i'm on... chapter 22. not sustenable.
OT4
--
Nelliel lowers herself beside Nerd Kurosaki on the foot of the bed with a huff, and then drops backwards, making the princess bounce. She has her casual-and-innocent smile on. Planning shit, huh. Grimmjow shows his support toward that agenda via planting a socked foot in the middle of Ichigo's chest and shoving him on his back without warning.
"Hey!"
"Refusing our hospitality? Gonna have to kill you."
He looms, bottles tucked under one arm.
Fucking shit, they all look so good, sprawled on royal blue velvet. The princess curled on her side like a shrimp and his Nelliel and that guy both flat on their backs, staring up at him like they're waiting on him to--
Nelliel's knees twitch and he knows if they were alone she'd be parting them for him already. He can't help thinking of what would happen if Ichigo also pulled that move. Grimmjow would put a hand on his breastbone to keep him flat, then lean down so close until Ichigo couldn't stand waiting, then--
"Shuffle up, we're camping here."
"Wha-- wait? Glasses? Where do we put--"
Grimmjow drops cross-legged beside Nelliel, in the space Ichigo hurriedly vacated not a second ago, and bends over the edge to pick up a pizza box for a table. "You're so prissy. Want a coaster too?"