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Monthly Word Count: September
TOTAL: 15 721 words. Over 3k more than last month, but about 6k of them are random snippets instead of multipart stuff.
POSTED:
-Sequelmeme: I am so not counting them separately. Total: 6 438 words.
Swingersverse - Saguru centric sequel
NaruSasu... IN SPACE sequel
Comrades, Coming Out and Cows sequel
Sanctuarium sequel
Dragons and their Boys, "how would destroying the gundams go?" sequel
Teamwork: snippet sequel to the ficlet I've got them oldest in
Newtype PREquel (whoo 1xR.)
Mermaids in Space -- Blue backstory prequel
Naruto Adopts Sasuke Into His Clan sequel
GW/FF7 crossover, Wufei on Gaia sequel
The Proposal (iroh/toph) silly sequelthing
Two Knights - 1x2xR sequel
Another one for Sanctuarium!
Ichigo Has Two Girlfriends: Brother In Law Edition!
Ichigo Has Two Girlfriends: The Really Depressing Orihime Prequel ;__;
... nothing else? D: But I felt like I'd also managed to... Oh wait, it's because the rest or what I wrote I didn't complete. Um. Maybe next month! .__.
WIP:
-Teamwork: wedding: 2 912 words. (yeah, i'm writing it without even having completed the tournament first. um yeah.)
-GW: Newtype: 865 words.
-GW: Heero's Week: 2 648 words. (OF PORN. Whoa, bunnies. scroll down a bit for the fic. man, it needs some rewriting.)
-Vampire ofic based on Saro&I rpthing: 1 647 words.
-Naruto: that ItaSasu vampire fic: 1 211 words.
Whoa, so many old fics rising from the dead. Also, GW was chatty.
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Teamwork: wedding
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... So anyway, Naruto had been carting around quite a few weird packages recently.
"I can't figure out how you even remember all those little fiddly traditions. They're all so weird anyway. What'd happen if you gave her dried mackerel instead of cuttlefish, would it symbolize you wanna hook up with her sister?"
Naruto could have sworn Sasuke swallowed back a laugh at that point, or at least a smile, though the look he sent Naruto was of course pretending he wasn't amused. "You've heard of the phrase 'macking on'?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Comes from mack, short for mackerel. Mack being another word for pimp. Therefore mackerel implies prostitute instead of wife."
"... That secret language of fishes is so fucked up. I can't even -- wow. D'you think there's stuff like that in Ino's flower language? Oh no, he gave me a dandelion, that means he wants me to blow him? The hell! The hell."
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GW: Newtype
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Wufei had been wondering how Maxwell was going to get them through Customs without leaving behind any witnesses. Granted, on L2 it should be easy to find customs agents on the take, who'd let the crate through without even looking in it... but they would have no reason not to report its existence later on, and a box that size and shape was damning enough.
The solution was apparently not to go through Customs at all. Certainly bold enough for Maxwell.
How that was made possible, though...
"... Where is the hull?"
"Your guess is as good as mine!" Maxwell exclaimed cheerfully, and directed the little ship toward the debris field that surrounded the breach. Wufei shot Heero an appalled look over the back of the command chair.
All colonies had several outer layers before you started getting into habitable 'underground' zones and the empty center and aboveground buildings. A colony that old only had three; Wufei knew the model, it was pretty much the same as home used to be.
This one seemed to be down to two layers, though most of the hull was in fact still in place. Merely... rusted through until bolts disintegrated, panels only holding together through, oh, force of habit.
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GW: Heero's Week (hubba hubba. Kinda NSF~)
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Wufei... probably deserved this, and behind the shock it was disturbingly hot anyway, being ... being taken over like this, losing the upper hand so thoroughly, he'd just grit his teeth and deal with it, it felt good, it was fair, he --
Heero kissed him, lips parting wet and inviting against his, tongue darting in bold and insistent. Wufei's hands were on his hips so fast he didn't notice the movement, only -- a few seconds later -- that he was holding on too tight, that he was going to leave bruises. Again. He couldn't make himself let go, he had to keep them pressed together, belly to belly. Heero's arms had tightened around his neck, cradling his head, and so he couldn't have broken the kiss even if he'd wanted to.
He did want to, right? He should. It wasn't proper.
Heero's mouth was hot.
He wanted to slip his arms around Heero's back, all the way around, grab a tight hold of him if only so he'd slow down on those almost ferocious bounces. So he could touch more. His fingers itched with it; he didn't dare.
"Oh, for the love of --" came the grumpy mutter from behind them, and Wufei's eyes startled open. Everything looked hazy. Maxwell's hands landed on his, pried them off Heero's hips.
Guided them in long glides up his spines. "Here. Add some nails to it -- yeah, like that."
Heero's spine arched like a bow, pressing their bodies together. He made a strangled noise in Wufei's mouth, shuddered.
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Vampire ofic thing
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The official, public reason he'd been given for their partnership was that Teru Kimura was the only unattached detective in the precinct. The official, private one was that Teru Kimura was the only unattached officer who also passed all training and physical requirements to follow him around at night and not slow him down, or otherwise get in his way by not knowing how to handle his... special requirements.
In other, less official words, his brand new, test-partner had a Vampire Hunter license. Nothing against you personally, Novik, you understand. We're all committed to the success of this program here. Ra ra integration!
Samuel Novik might not be all that old for a vampire -- pushing sixty, counting his twenty-three years of human life -- but he hadn't been born yesterday, either.
Detective Kimura was good at his job -- not that Sam had seen him in action much yet, but you didn't get that high on the totem pole before you even hit thirty without being good at either your job or office politics, and Kimura was too much of a dick for politics. Also, he hated vampires.
Really, "Detective" Novik, if you can prove yourself to him, you'll have proven yourself to everyone! Whaddya mean setup for failure, that'd be discriminatory. It's not like any of us mind letting a fucking leech wear a shield.
And he'd been expecting that kind of shit, all the vamps across the country who were participating in this little test run had known exactly what to expect, so he'd set his teeth and dealt with it.
The room was claustrophobic.
There was a difference between being set up to fail, and being set up to be killed. This one, he was willing to give his superiors -- they likely weren't the ones who'd planned it. Unless Kimura's snarly temper had managed to do more than piss off the brass. Perhaps he'd uncovered child porn or a lucrative traffic of Kalashnikovs in their boss's office.
"You're laughing."
Sam arched an eyebrow at his partner, standing at the other end of the old office where he'd been doing god knew what with the door hinges and fixing him with blade-narrow eyes. He knew better than to smile at this point, but he did anyway. "Well, it is pretty funny."
He stretched his legs on the carpet, dislodging an even thicker carpet of dust he was glad he didn't have to breathe in.
"Here I thought it was the human politics I had to watch out for. Wonder if they'll try it anywhere else?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Sam pressed a hand to his side, to make sure his intestines were still where they ought to be. Kimura's eyelid twitched.
He'd have gotten Sam's drift sooner if he wasn't scared to death of him, right now. Sam could taste it on the air, read it in the way his eyes were truly never off him. Problem was that Kimura was the kind of guy who was only made deadlier by fear. This gives me the willies? Terminate with extreme prejudice.
"I'm talking about how those guys who herded us here weren't human, and how it would be easy to just torch the whole building, make sure we both die. Instead they barricade us in a convenient little empty, windowless room."
A pause; he looked around the room again. There wasn't even a picture frame left on the yellowed walls, though there were lighter shadows and little pinholes where there had been, pretty recently.
"A hunter, and a vampire who needs to feed, and no distractions."
The next silence was heavy even on the Kimura scale.
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itasasu vampire fic
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Click. Empty. No time to reload. He dropped the gun, pulled out his backup.
The corridor whirled around him.
Bike riding gear could double as light armor. Hitting the floor didn't even hurt. He curled up, training-reinforced instinct, rolled with the impact, kicked out at the weight trying to pin him, sending it flying overhead. Kept rolling until he was on one knee, pivoted on the spot. Gun up. Aim.
The vampire crouched low on the ground four steps away, mirrored positions. Jacket shredded full of holes, dark blood oozing out. A couple of locks of hair had been pulled out of its smooth ponytail; it took the time to tuck them back in. It was smiling.
Sasuke's helmet came to a drunken, twirling stop beside the vampire. A pale hand came to rest on shining black, casually proprietary.
'Such a long time since I last saw your face, little brother,' whispered the red-eyed monster, all wrapped up in a shivery laugh. A bullet popped out of its skin, tinkled on the ground, the sound dulled by tacky blood.
It was snowing outside the big window and everything was round and soft and quiet, muffled. The thumping noise he'd heard was muffled too, brother must have dropped a book, but there was no book to be seen just his parents piled up on the floor in a silly-looking bump they were all pale-skinned and his brother was too except his mouth was red and his chin too in big wet streaks and it wasn't his brother at all it was a monster with a red mask not his brother at all. look into my eyes sasuke the brothermonster said but they were blood too
"No!"
The scream and the fire tore themselves out of him together, the gun forgotten in his hand as a devouring blaze advanced like a tsunami through the narrow corridor. Smoke billowed out through the absent roof. He pushed himself up on his feet, teeth bared in a furious snarl. The house would burn down -- he was still inside but what did he care, burn, burn already --
The flame in his hand sputtered and died. Inside him, the power -- the pool of warmth from which his fire came alive -- fled from his grasp. Sasuke strained against the pressure of his monster's mind, tugged harder, trying to rekindle the dying fire.
The vampire was standing at the other end of the corridor, not even a little charred. It made a small disapproving sound. 'I won't allow you to wield that against me anymore.'
"How--" Sasuke choked out; soot marks said the fire had stopped before him, as if pushed by an invisible wall; how could that even happen?
The vampire held out a hand, palm up, and impossible gold-red flames burst into existence in his cupped hand.
He couldn't do that, was all Sasuke could think for a too-long handful of seconds. He couldn't, fire was life and no fire mage in history had ever been turned and kept the flame, it wasn't possible, it --
-- It wasn't his own fire Itachi was using, it was Sasuke's.
POSTED:
-Sequelmeme: I am so not counting them separately. Total: 6 438 words.
Swingersverse - Saguru centric sequel
NaruSasu... IN SPACE sequel
Comrades, Coming Out and Cows sequel
Sanctuarium sequel
Dragons and their Boys, "how would destroying the gundams go?" sequel
Teamwork: snippet sequel to the ficlet I've got them oldest in
Newtype PREquel (whoo 1xR.)
Mermaids in Space -- Blue backstory prequel
Naruto Adopts Sasuke Into His Clan sequel
GW/FF7 crossover, Wufei on Gaia sequel
The Proposal (iroh/toph) silly sequelthing
Two Knights - 1x2xR sequel
Another one for Sanctuarium!
Ichigo Has Two Girlfriends: Brother In Law Edition!
Ichigo Has Two Girlfriends: The Really Depressing Orihime Prequel ;__;
... nothing else? D: But I felt like I'd also managed to... Oh wait, it's because the rest or what I wrote I didn't complete. Um. Maybe next month! .__.
WIP:
-Teamwork: wedding: 2 912 words. (yeah, i'm writing it without even having completed the tournament first. um yeah.)
-GW: Newtype: 865 words.
-GW: Heero's Week: 2 648 words. (OF PORN. Whoa, bunnies. scroll down a bit for the fic. man, it needs some rewriting.)
-Vampire ofic based on Saro&I rpthing: 1 647 words.
-Naruto: that ItaSasu vampire fic: 1 211 words.
Whoa, so many old fics rising from the dead. Also, GW was chatty.
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Teamwork: wedding
--
... So anyway, Naruto had been carting around quite a few weird packages recently.
"I can't figure out how you even remember all those little fiddly traditions. They're all so weird anyway. What'd happen if you gave her dried mackerel instead of cuttlefish, would it symbolize you wanna hook up with her sister?"
Naruto could have sworn Sasuke swallowed back a laugh at that point, or at least a smile, though the look he sent Naruto was of course pretending he wasn't amused. "You've heard of the phrase 'macking on'?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Comes from mack, short for mackerel. Mack being another word for pimp. Therefore mackerel implies prostitute instead of wife."
"... That secret language of fishes is so fucked up. I can't even -- wow. D'you think there's stuff like that in Ino's flower language? Oh no, he gave me a dandelion, that means he wants me to blow him? The hell! The hell."
--
GW: Newtype
--
Wufei had been wondering how Maxwell was going to get them through Customs without leaving behind any witnesses. Granted, on L2 it should be easy to find customs agents on the take, who'd let the crate through without even looking in it... but they would have no reason not to report its existence later on, and a box that size and shape was damning enough.
The solution was apparently not to go through Customs at all. Certainly bold enough for Maxwell.
How that was made possible, though...
"... Where is the hull?"
"Your guess is as good as mine!" Maxwell exclaimed cheerfully, and directed the little ship toward the debris field that surrounded the breach. Wufei shot Heero an appalled look over the back of the command chair.
All colonies had several outer layers before you started getting into habitable 'underground' zones and the empty center and aboveground buildings. A colony that old only had three; Wufei knew the model, it was pretty much the same as home used to be.
This one seemed to be down to two layers, though most of the hull was in fact still in place. Merely... rusted through until bolts disintegrated, panels only holding together through, oh, force of habit.
--
GW: Heero's Week (hubba hubba. Kinda NSF~)
--
Wufei... probably deserved this, and behind the shock it was disturbingly hot anyway, being ... being taken over like this, losing the upper hand so thoroughly, he'd just grit his teeth and deal with it, it felt good, it was fair, he --
Heero kissed him, lips parting wet and inviting against his, tongue darting in bold and insistent. Wufei's hands were on his hips so fast he didn't notice the movement, only -- a few seconds later -- that he was holding on too tight, that he was going to leave bruises. Again. He couldn't make himself let go, he had to keep them pressed together, belly to belly. Heero's arms had tightened around his neck, cradling his head, and so he couldn't have broken the kiss even if he'd wanted to.
He did want to, right? He should. It wasn't proper.
Heero's mouth was hot.
He wanted to slip his arms around Heero's back, all the way around, grab a tight hold of him if only so he'd slow down on those almost ferocious bounces. So he could touch more. His fingers itched with it; he didn't dare.
"Oh, for the love of --" came the grumpy mutter from behind them, and Wufei's eyes startled open. Everything looked hazy. Maxwell's hands landed on his, pried them off Heero's hips.
Guided them in long glides up his spines. "Here. Add some nails to it -- yeah, like that."
Heero's spine arched like a bow, pressing their bodies together. He made a strangled noise in Wufei's mouth, shuddered.
--
Vampire ofic thing
--
The official, public reason he'd been given for their partnership was that Teru Kimura was the only unattached detective in the precinct. The official, private one was that Teru Kimura was the only unattached officer who also passed all training and physical requirements to follow him around at night and not slow him down, or otherwise get in his way by not knowing how to handle his... special requirements.
In other, less official words, his brand new, test-partner had a Vampire Hunter license. Nothing against you personally, Novik, you understand. We're all committed to the success of this program here. Ra ra integration!
Samuel Novik might not be all that old for a vampire -- pushing sixty, counting his twenty-three years of human life -- but he hadn't been born yesterday, either.
Detective Kimura was good at his job -- not that Sam had seen him in action much yet, but you didn't get that high on the totem pole before you even hit thirty without being good at either your job or office politics, and Kimura was too much of a dick for politics. Also, he hated vampires.
Really, "Detective" Novik, if you can prove yourself to him, you'll have proven yourself to everyone! Whaddya mean setup for failure, that'd be discriminatory. It's not like any of us mind letting a fucking leech wear a shield.
And he'd been expecting that kind of shit, all the vamps across the country who were participating in this little test run had known exactly what to expect, so he'd set his teeth and dealt with it.
The room was claustrophobic.
There was a difference between being set up to fail, and being set up to be killed. This one, he was willing to give his superiors -- they likely weren't the ones who'd planned it. Unless Kimura's snarly temper had managed to do more than piss off the brass. Perhaps he'd uncovered child porn or a lucrative traffic of Kalashnikovs in their boss's office.
"You're laughing."
Sam arched an eyebrow at his partner, standing at the other end of the old office where he'd been doing god knew what with the door hinges and fixing him with blade-narrow eyes. He knew better than to smile at this point, but he did anyway. "Well, it is pretty funny."
He stretched his legs on the carpet, dislodging an even thicker carpet of dust he was glad he didn't have to breathe in.
"Here I thought it was the human politics I had to watch out for. Wonder if they'll try it anywhere else?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Sam pressed a hand to his side, to make sure his intestines were still where they ought to be. Kimura's eyelid twitched.
He'd have gotten Sam's drift sooner if he wasn't scared to death of him, right now. Sam could taste it on the air, read it in the way his eyes were truly never off him. Problem was that Kimura was the kind of guy who was only made deadlier by fear. This gives me the willies? Terminate with extreme prejudice.
"I'm talking about how those guys who herded us here weren't human, and how it would be easy to just torch the whole building, make sure we both die. Instead they barricade us in a convenient little empty, windowless room."
A pause; he looked around the room again. There wasn't even a picture frame left on the yellowed walls, though there were lighter shadows and little pinholes where there had been, pretty recently.
"A hunter, and a vampire who needs to feed, and no distractions."
The next silence was heavy even on the Kimura scale.
--
itasasu vampire fic
--
Click. Empty. No time to reload. He dropped the gun, pulled out his backup.
The corridor whirled around him.
Bike riding gear could double as light armor. Hitting the floor didn't even hurt. He curled up, training-reinforced instinct, rolled with the impact, kicked out at the weight trying to pin him, sending it flying overhead. Kept rolling until he was on one knee, pivoted on the spot. Gun up. Aim.
The vampire crouched low on the ground four steps away, mirrored positions. Jacket shredded full of holes, dark blood oozing out. A couple of locks of hair had been pulled out of its smooth ponytail; it took the time to tuck them back in. It was smiling.
Sasuke's helmet came to a drunken, twirling stop beside the vampire. A pale hand came to rest on shining black, casually proprietary.
'Such a long time since I last saw your face, little brother,' whispered the red-eyed monster, all wrapped up in a shivery laugh. A bullet popped out of its skin, tinkled on the ground, the sound dulled by tacky blood.
It was snowing outside the big window and everything was round and soft and quiet, muffled. The thumping noise he'd heard was muffled too, brother must have dropped a book, but there was no book to be seen just his parents piled up on the floor in a silly-looking bump they were all pale-skinned and his brother was too except his mouth was red and his chin too in big wet streaks and it wasn't his brother at all it was a monster with a red mask not his brother at all. look into my eyes sasuke the brothermonster said but they were blood too
"No!"
The scream and the fire tore themselves out of him together, the gun forgotten in his hand as a devouring blaze advanced like a tsunami through the narrow corridor. Smoke billowed out through the absent roof. He pushed himself up on his feet, teeth bared in a furious snarl. The house would burn down -- he was still inside but what did he care, burn, burn already --
The flame in his hand sputtered and died. Inside him, the power -- the pool of warmth from which his fire came alive -- fled from his grasp. Sasuke strained against the pressure of his monster's mind, tugged harder, trying to rekindle the dying fire.
The vampire was standing at the other end of the corridor, not even a little charred. It made a small disapproving sound. 'I won't allow you to wield that against me anymore.'
"How--" Sasuke choked out; soot marks said the fire had stopped before him, as if pushed by an invisible wall; how could that even happen?
The vampire held out a hand, palm up, and impossible gold-red flames burst into existence in his cupped hand.
He couldn't do that, was all Sasuke could think for a too-long handful of seconds. He couldn't, fire was life and no fire mage in history had ever been turned and kept the flame, it wasn't possible, it --
-- It wasn't his own fire Itachi was using, it was Sasuke's.
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... fish symbolism... Oh my. You must be having an interesting time doing the research for the wedding!
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So basically I failed at this "not reading fic of GW before finishing the series" thing now.D:So much poly and cute and hot in one post. ♥ Oh Orihime. :'D And the fish symbolism. And the whole concubine tangle of planning and and and. *__*
Reading your stuff always makes me feel better, no matter how many stitches and headaches I happen to have at the moment.
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MWAHAHAHA. COME TO THE GW SIDE OF THE FORCE oh hey i should rewatch already, it's been years.D: are you prone to migraines or something like that? gnuuuuuu ;; *hugglepets* hell, even normal headaches are bad enough. (also how do you get frequent stitches? @.@)
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Prepare to be annoyed by the way they forget to develop characters who don't fight in every episode... wait what.Take Quatre, for example, he seemed like a clumsy secondary (if that) character right up to them going back to space. Why? (I'm at episode 26, by the way, I should download the rest already.)Nah, I have no idea why my head is hurting like this, maybe it has something to do with the crazy hospital drugs? Oh and no, not frequent stitches, just frequent something-is-wrong-again. XD; I'm sick often, and I broke my ankle (-> stitches + cast) and now I had a follow-up (-> stitches again) to remove a metal plate and screws.
... Wow, way to sound worrying. >__>; I'm okay, really! ;;
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Also, I gotta love Duo's laid-back glee to Wufei's fussiness in the Newtypes bit.
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♥
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That is a really, really vivid image. Not just for the obvious but because rust is oxidation, which requires oxygen, in space. Just how many atmospheric leaks has L2 had?
The vampire ofic is interesting. Going to attempt that for NaNo or just skip the insanity of getting 50k down in 30 days entirely?
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re: vampire ofic, nah, it's not that long in my head. If I do try NaNo this year I'll probably try to rewrite the black ops werewolves Tyr thing. First I have to find a good plot and good non-two dimensional villains though. Hrrm.
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Ah, yes, a plot. I seem to be making a habit of taking on NaNo without one in mind. I think the only one where I had some idea of where the writing was going before I actually started writing was my first, and that one wasn't very detailed.
Locker room therapy sequel?
(Anonymous) 2011-10-26 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)*flutters lashes prettily*
Pwlease?
Re: Locker room therapy sequel?