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monthly word count - jan + feb
TOTAL: 2500 words
POSTED: nuthin.
IN PROGRESS
-cherry wine (madatobiizu ABO) (1070 words, of which i might well discard all of them. attempted a new start for the chapter and it didn't work either.)
-BNHA - post war dabihawks silliness (224 words, barely the intro and even then it's too clunky)
-bleach suburban ot4 (103 words. hgbvksjbvtstvsbts.)
-SVSSS cosplay fic (1036 words)
-bleach bloodsport (67 words)
wrote so little in january i forgot to track it. barely better in february tbh. all i did was edits and snippets that died as soon as i started them. i also still haven't done my yearly wordcount but honestly i dun wanna. just... not a good season.
cherry wine
--
Half of Tobirama's immediate family had died off during his life, and of course, more before that. That made the funeral hall in the Senju clan's temple rather well-furnished. Wall to wall engraved plaques, overwhelming in their similarity.
The priestess, a great-great-uncle's daughter or granddaughter, droned on her endless list of names. Tobirama pulled himself away from his contemplation as she finally reached names he had known.
"...Sanka-sama-the-clan-head and Machi-sama and Noka-sama, honored grandfathers, their wives Ezo and Ebisu..."
At the head of the congregation side by side with Hashirama, Grandmother Emishi bowed her head in prayer for her deceased spouses and sibs, a rosary in hand.
"... Their firstborns Ranma-tachi; their second-born Butsuma-sama-the-clan-head and Okunoma-sama; their third-born Mari-sama and her husbands; fourth-born Keiji-sama and husband--"
Respectively: early childhood illness taking the whole litter in one fell swoop; sudden battlefield death (Uchiha) and lingering death from battlefield injuries (Uchiha again); battlefield again (Hagoromo), caught spying and executed (some civilian noble clan), wasting sickness; battlefield (Nara), infection, food poisoning; and battlefield (Uchiha) again. It was considered extremely lucky that the youngest aunt Omoya's litter had only lost one beta member, and none of her wives, who were artisans. Mari-obaasan had also been the only death of her litter, but she'd been the omega; that was unluckier.
"...Butsuma-Okunoma-sama's firstborn Kawa--"
Tobirama didn't wince, but his jaw rolled. Before him, Hashirama's chakra rippled faintly. Right.
There were no names to list for any hypothetical sibs Hashirama might have lost. Mokuton births were singletons, every time. He had come out of the womb alone and had no direct claim to the brothers they'd lost.
The priestess gave Hashirama a brief, panicked look, and whispers started behind him. Tobirama briefly, violently, wanted to break something.
"--second-born Kawarama-sama and Itama-sama."
Useless. They had talked to her about the decision to move away from that old lie, that old cover story; about the way to let it slip away, acknowledged but casual and unapologetic, and then she'd droned right through the same old mantra as every year before that.
--
dabihawks silliness
--
"Hawks! A few words please, how do you feel about this gala being used as the stage for the first public League of Villains reunion since the war?"
Hawks had the vague impression that his first, oh, six or seven thoughts were exactly the kind of drama the reporter was fishing for. But he'd been doing the press thing long before the young lady had her first Lois Lane wet dream, and also his publicists would murder him, so he downshifted.
His too-honest 'I feel very "god please no" actually' became a still-too-honest but slightly more heroic 'between tracking them and the inevitable wannabe next gen villains-slash-protesters planning to crash the party I have so many feathers in this crowd my head feels like the Philharmonic orchestra', and then turned into 'the League of Villains was disbanded and civilians can do whatever they want at this public venue, such as harassing the guests'.
That last one had almost been blank enough that he could have used it, but then it had turned bitchy. He smiled some more to buy himself another second.
Also to swallow down an irritated 'thanks for the reminder, I should go and say hi'. Because it wasn't a secret that he'd worked undercover with them, but apparently he should feel awkward about it. Like a bad-boys teenage phase or something.
--
svsss cosplay fic
--
What was a young, human noblewoman even doing in this back alley, never mind talking to them?
Never mind eavesdropping?!
"Ah--"
"Your senses are really not good," the auntie commented in her deadpan voice. Ren Yun bit back a frustrated growl, throat shivering with how much it wanted to let the noise out. Why was this body so embarrassing! Why was this auntie so embarrassing! And the kids!! Argh.
Why couldn't he be the alchemist right now. The alchemist was always cool and steady. None of that lightning-fast twitchiness.
[ u.u User doesn't have the points necessary to buy the quick costume change option. u.u ]
'... Shut up, you.' Jjrhzhhrhgg. This interaction was fucked. All the way to the bottom fucked. No recovery possible. What if he just toppled backwards into the garden on the other side of the wall and just never interacted with these people again--
[Options:
- Hasty departure! Path of characterization: Scaredy-cat. -1 stealth +2 speed -2 mental fortitude
- You saw nothing! Path of characterization: A cat may look at a king. +2 mental fortitude +1 persuasion]
... Where the hell were these stats coming from? He'd seen them nowhere in his -- argh! Never mind. He dropped from the wall onto the street and straightened up, shoulders down, then put all of Shen Yuan's good education into a polite bow.
Scaredy-cat. Tch. As if.
"Young mistress. This Ren Yun apologizes for not greeting you properly."
The young lady tilted her head to the side as she considered him, face unreadable, and then smiled all at once with eyes crinkled impishly, and bobbed her head back. "This Zheng Zhilan forgives you. So. Concubine?"
... Fuck your mother, you stupid egg, and your grandmother too.
--
... The shy child who had once exclaimed, 'this big brother must be a prince!' from the safety of her father's robes now stood, upright and dignified, hands joined together and hidden almost entirely by her long flowing sleeves, the very picture of nobility and poise. A face carved from the palest jade lifted to face him, and she spoke, inscrutable, "Lord Luo. What an unexpected boon. Father would have been honored."
But Zheng Zhilan's father was dead, for indeed, it seemed Luo Binghe had somehow arrived just in time for his old ally's funeral.
--
Somehow, it had to be Airplane's fault. Or the tamagotchi's. Or both. Another Wife meeting? Shen Yuan wasn't so slow as to think it was a coincidence too. Despite what the harem's size might imply, the population of this world wasn't actually composed of five percent harem hopefuls. Meeting Wu Xiaodan had already been a bit railroaded to his tastes but the only true coincidence had been the timeline; he'd been going to all the bars and taverns he knew she would go.
Would every new town he unlocked just happen to coincide with a Wife's debut?
POSTED: nuthin.
IN PROGRESS
-cherry wine (madatobiizu ABO) (1070 words, of which i might well discard all of them. attempted a new start for the chapter and it didn't work either.)
-BNHA - post war dabihawks silliness (224 words, barely the intro and even then it's too clunky)
-bleach suburban ot4 (103 words. hgbvksjbvtstvsbts.)
-SVSSS cosplay fic (1036 words)
-bleach bloodsport (67 words)
wrote so little in january i forgot to track it. barely better in february tbh. all i did was edits and snippets that died as soon as i started them. i also still haven't done my yearly wordcount but honestly i dun wanna. just... not a good season.
cherry wine
--
Half of Tobirama's immediate family had died off during his life, and of course, more before that. That made the funeral hall in the Senju clan's temple rather well-furnished. Wall to wall engraved plaques, overwhelming in their similarity.
The priestess, a great-great-uncle's daughter or granddaughter, droned on her endless list of names. Tobirama pulled himself away from his contemplation as she finally reached names he had known.
"...Sanka-sama-the-clan-head and Machi-sama and Noka-sama, honored grandfathers, their wives Ezo and Ebisu..."
At the head of the congregation side by side with Hashirama, Grandmother Emishi bowed her head in prayer for her deceased spouses and sibs, a rosary in hand.
"... Their firstborns Ranma-tachi; their second-born Butsuma-sama-the-clan-head and Okunoma-sama; their third-born Mari-sama and her husbands; fourth-born Keiji-sama and husband--"
Respectively: early childhood illness taking the whole litter in one fell swoop; sudden battlefield death (Uchiha) and lingering death from battlefield injuries (Uchiha again); battlefield again (Hagoromo), caught spying and executed (some civilian noble clan), wasting sickness; battlefield (Nara), infection, food poisoning; and battlefield (Uchiha) again. It was considered extremely lucky that the youngest aunt Omoya's litter had only lost one beta member, and none of her wives, who were artisans. Mari-obaasan had also been the only death of her litter, but she'd been the omega; that was unluckier.
"...Butsuma-Okunoma-sama's firstborn Kawa--"
Tobirama didn't wince, but his jaw rolled. Before him, Hashirama's chakra rippled faintly. Right.
There were no names to list for any hypothetical sibs Hashirama might have lost. Mokuton births were singletons, every time. He had come out of the womb alone and had no direct claim to the brothers they'd lost.
The priestess gave Hashirama a brief, panicked look, and whispers started behind him. Tobirama briefly, violently, wanted to break something.
"--second-born Kawarama-sama and Itama-sama."
Useless. They had talked to her about the decision to move away from that old lie, that old cover story; about the way to let it slip away, acknowledged but casual and unapologetic, and then she'd droned right through the same old mantra as every year before that.
--
dabihawks silliness
--
"Hawks! A few words please, how do you feel about this gala being used as the stage for the first public League of Villains reunion since the war?"
Hawks had the vague impression that his first, oh, six or seven thoughts were exactly the kind of drama the reporter was fishing for. But he'd been doing the press thing long before the young lady had her first Lois Lane wet dream, and also his publicists would murder him, so he downshifted.
His too-honest 'I feel very "god please no" actually' became a still-too-honest but slightly more heroic 'between tracking them and the inevitable wannabe next gen villains-slash-protesters planning to crash the party I have so many feathers in this crowd my head feels like the Philharmonic orchestra', and then turned into 'the League of Villains was disbanded and civilians can do whatever they want at this public venue, such as harassing the guests'.
That last one had almost been blank enough that he could have used it, but then it had turned bitchy. He smiled some more to buy himself another second.
Also to swallow down an irritated 'thanks for the reminder, I should go and say hi'. Because it wasn't a secret that he'd worked undercover with them, but apparently he should feel awkward about it. Like a bad-boys teenage phase or something.
--
svsss cosplay fic
--
What was a young, human noblewoman even doing in this back alley, never mind talking to them?
Never mind eavesdropping?!
"Ah--"
"Your senses are really not good," the auntie commented in her deadpan voice. Ren Yun bit back a frustrated growl, throat shivering with how much it wanted to let the noise out. Why was this body so embarrassing! Why was this auntie so embarrassing! And the kids!! Argh.
Why couldn't he be the alchemist right now. The alchemist was always cool and steady. None of that lightning-fast twitchiness.
[ u.u User doesn't have the points necessary to buy the quick costume change option. u.u ]
'... Shut up, you.' Jjrhzhhrhgg. This interaction was fucked. All the way to the bottom fucked. No recovery possible. What if he just toppled backwards into the garden on the other side of the wall and just never interacted with these people again--
[Options:
- Hasty departure! Path of characterization: Scaredy-cat. -1 stealth +2 speed -2 mental fortitude
- You saw nothing! Path of characterization: A cat may look at a king. +2 mental fortitude +1 persuasion]
... Where the hell were these stats coming from? He'd seen them nowhere in his -- argh! Never mind. He dropped from the wall onto the street and straightened up, shoulders down, then put all of Shen Yuan's good education into a polite bow.
Scaredy-cat. Tch. As if.
"Young mistress. This Ren Yun apologizes for not greeting you properly."
The young lady tilted her head to the side as she considered him, face unreadable, and then smiled all at once with eyes crinkled impishly, and bobbed her head back. "This Zheng Zhilan forgives you. So. Concubine?"
... Fuck your mother, you stupid egg, and your grandmother too.
--
... The shy child who had once exclaimed, 'this big brother must be a prince!' from the safety of her father's robes now stood, upright and dignified, hands joined together and hidden almost entirely by her long flowing sleeves, the very picture of nobility and poise. A face carved from the palest jade lifted to face him, and she spoke, inscrutable, "Lord Luo. What an unexpected boon. Father would have been honored."
But Zheng Zhilan's father was dead, for indeed, it seemed Luo Binghe had somehow arrived just in time for his old ally's funeral.
--
Somehow, it had to be Airplane's fault. Or the tamagotchi's. Or both. Another Wife meeting? Shen Yuan wasn't so slow as to think it was a coincidence too. Despite what the harem's size might imply, the population of this world wasn't actually composed of five percent harem hopefuls. Meeting Wu Xiaodan had already been a bit railroaded to his tastes but the only true coincidence had been the timeline; he'd been going to all the bars and taverns he knew she would go.
Would every new town he unlocked just happen to coincide with a Wife's debut?