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asukaskerian · 4 months

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monthly word count + year total

TOTAL FOR DECEMBER: 3 844 words. ..hhghgb i thought it was moooore

POSTED: nothing.

IN PROGRESS: -madatobiizu ABO cherry wine verse (979 words) -bleach pack fuckening ABO verse, baby cuteness (450 words) -bleach suburban ot4 (1 414 words) -bleach psychic wolves (377 words) -bleach bloodsport (624 words)

YEARLY TOTAL:

jan: 4 700 feb: 6 014 mar: 4 512 apr: 4 889 may: 1 719 jun: 1 184 jul: 2 271 aug: 1 615 sep: 3 026 oct: 2 109 nov: 4 272 dec: 3 844 TOTAL: 40 155 AVERAGE: 3 346.25

yeah so the downward trend is getting obvious. HHHHHH.

2010: 136 235, average: 11 353/month. ... :X :X :X 2011: 167 675, average: 13 973/month. :X 2012: 332 396, average: 27 700/month. eeeeeeee. 2013: 396 917, average: 33 076/month !!!!!!!! 2014: 315 332, average: 26 276/month ... :X 2015: 206 403, average: 17 200/month. 2016: 127 495, average: 10 625/month. >:( 2017: 80 828, average: 6 736/month. .__. 2018: 128 033, avergage: 10 669/month. FUCK YOU 2017. 2019: 159 609, average: 13 300/month. huh! 2020: 105 791, average: 8 816/month. ... hhghhrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh flops. 2021: 101 776, average: 8 481.33/month. =__= 2022: 73 461, average: 6 121.75/month. hhAHHJZVB WORSE THAN 2017 2023: 40 155, average: 3 346.25/month. this used to be three months' worth. hgh.

FICS I POSTED THIS YEAR:

-Howling Outside Your Door : Grimmichi pack fuckening : Chapters 5, 6 and Epilogue -Cherry wine chapter 8 (madatobiizu ABO) -Ichigo centric sequelette to Howling Outside Your Door (grimmichi pack fuckening ABO)

I did work on suburban ot4 and STILL don't wanna post it in public but otherwise it's still all half-dying fics trying to crawl back to the surface. no new ideas or anything. this *sucks.*

have some teasers anyway.

-- cherry wine --

"Don't joke. The cheeky omegas are already coming out of the woodwork as it is."

"Ah… Yes? Your fault for reacting to that girl the other day. Now they think that's your type."

Madara didn't truly change his posture but suddenly he looked a little more tired. "I thought that was why Raiha's niece seemed to have had a personality transplant."

"Aheh." Izuna hadn't even been sure he had noticed. "Mmh. Yes."

Huffing, his brother leaning on one elbow, fist mashed against his mouth grumpily, and glowered at the Lightning envoys who were doing nothing to ask for it.

"I didn't even want her, I just thought she was amusing. Who even wants to take someone to bed that they could break in two sneezing too hard?"

Izuna tried not to look too amused as the Lightning envoys went to sit and the Water ones started up the alley, lest they take it personally.

"Hm, yes, let's not tell people you like dangerous shinobi better, if that's all the same to you. They'd have a much better chance of assassinating you."

Madara threw him an irritated glare that became a watchful glance over Izuna's shoulder. Izuna fanned himself absently and took his time turning to see which of the Water Country envoys had --

Hm.

Why was this little blond brat dragging behind to grin at Tobirama.

bleach pack fuckening ABO

Ichigo feels so stupidly nervous watching Grimmjow's pack investigate his apartment. His apartment with the huge bath he never uses and the sunken living room-couch area and fuck, all his pillows and blankets are in the cupboards after the grueling wash they all needed last time his pack stayed over. Renji makes a mean cocktail but by god they stain.

He's going to look like he's trying too hard if he gets out the cushions now, isn't he.

"You, uh. Need--"

"You going to close the wards, Shinigami?"

Ugh. Ichigo makes a face at the blond one. He seems to remember he's an asshole.

Wait, they're all assholes. They hang out with Grimmjow. Have to be just to survive him, no doubt.

As he turns to seal the wards again, he catches a glimpse of the man himself, standing wih shoulders loose and hip cocked as he surveys the place. In the crook of his arm is the b-- his -- Ichigo does up the wards.

suburban ot4

"Ichigo made a pretty big decision on his own, and he didn't talk to me. He shared it with this other person as a, a done deal thing, and he didn't even talk to me about it."

Grimmjow whistles low and quiet between his teeth. "Yeowch. I'll dig a hole behind the gazebo."

Orihime blinks. "To put his--"

"Corpse, yeah, I'll make it square so it doesn't pop up too much, we just gotta fold him up a bit."

"… Pff."

"Plant some flowers on top to make it look legit with the loose soil. Gorgeous blooms."

Orihime presses both hands against her mouth, and still cackles. "Mean!"

"Or hey, tomatoes, some peppers. Delicious."

She giggles some more. Ah, it fixes nothing, and yet it's like being tickled out of a heavy coat. Freeing, like she can breathe a bit better as it drops around her feet.

"Sounds -- hehe, sounds good. Adzuki beans? Mm, I could make my own paste."

He smirks, just a little bit.

"… Haaaaa. I should probably try talking with him before the… gardening."

Grimmjow-san scoffs. "Quitter."

"Grimmjow-san!"

"Yeah, yeah, maybe. I mean, you're giving up an occasion of growing his namesake on the corpse of the guy who wronged you, which is the coldest, most badass shit, but you do you. Tch'."

… She'll feel a little bad in a minute that she laughed, because strawberry jokes are the lowest of -- hahaha -- hanging fruits.

bloodsport (ichigo, charlotte, luppi)

"… What's your names, anyway," he mumbled a fifteen minutes' bullet train ride later. "And do I, um. Pronouns."

Being laughed at was almost more of a relief than it was embarrassing.

"Listen, home is just kinda -- hngh. I mean? Gay people exist--"

The small one's face spasmed; their emotions -- yeah, Ichigo didn't want to notice that howling disbelief or the edge of hysterical hilarity that went with it, thanks.

"They still have to marry and have children. I mean, if they're echt. Duty to the blood. Whatever. So gender stuff is, uh. Yeah. Not really. Fuck."

Askin concealed a grimace a beat too late. The tall one grinned genially, leaning toward Ichigo and Askin with their hands linked sweetly behind their back. "You poor deprived chickies! You confused sweethearts. I am going to open your minds so wide--"

"Ugh," the small one cut in, rolling their eyes, and got a toothy, brilliant smile aimed their way along with a sharp threatening I-will-cut-your-neck gesture.

"To start with! Arrancars have been known to reproduce asexually. In the first couple generations, or maybe when the blood is very strong, but!"

"Didn't Starrk bud out a little girl ten years back."

"That guy's a freak though. Leading to! Two, the gender binary is for squares. Still with me, chickies?"

"Uh. Yeah."

"Three, I'm the womanest woman who has ever womaned."

"Oh." Yeah, good thing Ichigo had asked. Her voice was, uh. Deep. And the contrast between her mannerisms and makeup and her T-shaped frame, thick with muscle--

"But also, transcending the restrictive gender binary inherited from our caveman ancestors back on Earth is excellently beautiful and I am, naturally, first place at it."

grimmichi psychic wolves

"So he just… decided to ditch us."

Yylfordt said nothing for a few seconds, and then all at once grabbed a chair and flung it to the floor, along with the clothes and books piled up on it. Nakeem watched the books scatter, sliding along the linoleum.

"What the fuck! What the fuck?! Why would he do that? We're the best, baddest fucking squad, we're fucking black ops at the top of the game, what fucking reason would he have to fucking leave?"

More silence, out loud. Inside their minds everyone was buzzing incoherently, tidbits of denial blurring past.

Makes no sense, what about his pride, we were gonna be so great--

"He hated the sex," Nakeem said.

He got stared at.

"… The heat sex?" Di Roy asks eventually. "But he always said it was the best sex of his life."

Nakeem considered it. Not wrong, but. "Also the worst."

#teaser #ABO quest #writing woes

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tka-trashfire · 3 months

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I’m actually on break-of-sorts! There’s extra free time in my days, and I can do what I want with it! (Even better—after a couple days spent zombie-ing in front of a video game and tv shows—my brain even kinda wants to do things. How refreshing flsdafjsa;)

So! A fic author interview, which the lovely @lynne-monstr tagged me in half an age ago. :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

327, apparently. God knows how many have been let loose to swim in the sweetly-orphaned seas.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

863,428.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

How Impolite, How Imprudent (The Walking Dead, Beth/Daryl) - 1,108 kudos.

Stripped (Death Note, Near/Mello) - 720 kudos.

let’s embrace the point of no return (Guardian, Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan) - 669 kudos.

Hoping's Free (The Walking Dead, Beth/Daryl/Rick) - 639 kudos.

The Married Ones (BBC Sherlock, Sherlock/Watson) - 625 kudos.

Mostly this is just… happening to write for popular ships sometimes, I think, rather than any reflection on the actual stories themselves.

Although, The Walking Dead ones were very much just posted at exactly the right point in time—AKA right when the folks who were gonna be reading Beth-centric stories were turning up to find it…and when there really weren’t many. I remember finding it really fun to write for that ship, in no small amount because it felt exactly like writing for my usual rarer pair stuff… but with bonus readers. XD

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always plan to. They make me so happy! Unfortunately, my brain makes replying to comments a whole lot more complicated than it actually is… meaning I put it aside for when I’ll have the energy/capacity… and then my executive dysfunction sneaks in and eats my good intentions for breakfast. ;;

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t really write angsty endings very often. I guess… against the world? Probably? That’s pretty miserable through-and-through, and is definitely lacking my usually compulsive need to find a happy note to end on.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

…everything? XD

Honestly, my first thought was to crib off Lynne’s answer and say a story that goes real sad before it gets happy. But… that just makes me want to say my Reunion Dinner GaoQiao break-up fic (In the space of your leaving), except… I haven’t actually posted the final chapters for that yet. Meaning it’s happy ending is currently hypothetical, and it’s therefore disqualified from this category. 😂

In which case, I guess… maybe Hoping's Free, actually. I wouldn’t have thought of it, except that I was doing the sort-by-kudos thing, which made me look at it again. But it’s probably a better answer for this than my usual fluff, if only because it was written in this almost grimly hopeful tone that was very intentionally at odds with the canon I was writing from (TWD). (And was probably influenced by the fact I was sitting there writing a “pregnant at the end of the world” story whilst hugely pregnant myself, ha.)

7. Do you write crossovers?

As in, non-fusion crossovers? Where you have characters from both things interacting? Not really, to be honest. I used to, a fair bit, although I’m not sure I ever actually posted any of them. I just recently stumbled across some unfinished drafts for some Harry Potter x Bleach stuff, which was honestly fascinating to look at because I would not think of something like that now.

I do still write a bunch of fusion-style crossovers, though. Like, I’m plotting constantly plotting those bastard things. (Seriously, constantly: my poor SO cannot engage with a show or a video game with me without knowing that I’m probably sitting there thinking about where Qiao Yifan would fit into it jadlf;jasdfl.) Unfortunately, it’s just… a lot harder for me to actually finish those stories. Or sometimes, even to start them. They’re definitely one of those cases where I need to get much better at just… dropping my worldbuilding glee into a tumblr post or something, sigh.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Once. So very long ago that I don’t even remember what it was about, just that I had the sweetest group of friends who made it immediately less devastating for my rejection-sensitive ass (thereby saving me from quitting fandom not long after I had discovered it). <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

So much smut! Mostly the kind with a whole lotta feelings.

It’s not that I don’t write other things—I write so many other things—but smut comes with this bonus setting for me, where it’s just a hundred times simpler than anything else (especially when compared to anything that tries to grow Real Plot—see Question 7, so help me). And that just makes it wayyy easier to actually, y’know, write. And finish. And edit. And post.

(Not that sex can’t be complicated, or complex, because of course it can! But it’s still easier than so many other forms of human interaction, y’know? Or… maybe it’s just that sex is the perfect chill-switch for my brain, and that’s carried over into how I use it for writing, too? Who knows!)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. At least, not to my knowledge.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yesss, and it’s always exciting! Translators are the best. ♥!!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’ve planned to! Life got in the way, alas.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

What’s an all-time favourite anything, precious?

Whatever’s bouncing around in my head in the moment, generally. Although, that said, I do keep returning over and over and over to GaoQiao in a way that definitely should give it some kind of special status, so… there’s that. XD

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Hey, that’s quitter talk, Question 14. Anyway, everyone knows I’m trapped in a fandom until I’ve had all my WIPs wrung out of me. (That’s how it works, right? Right?)

More seriously, though, I… am not really sure. There are definitely some WIPs I am constantly thinking I should just give up on and post as partly fleshed-out outlines—because I love them, but I’m not sure I have the spoons to genuinely finish them.

Like, uh, haha, y’know—the insane FangWang fairytale-esque thing, the structure of which was very purposefully built off Propp’s functions (the, uh, narrative elements of a folk tale, per Propp’s Morphology of a Folk Tale stuff), because… I’m a raging nerd who re-falls down the folk tale rabbit hole at least once a year…? I do really love that fic, so very much, because there’s so much going on in it (actual witches! changelings and neurodiversity! Lin Jie baggage! FangWang being insufferable and wonderful and full of feelings! fae folk being terrible! fae folk being So Fucking Right! trials being passed! trials being failed! homely cooking, and magical needlework, and grumpy softhearted healers chopping firewood, oh my!) But also… there’s so fucking much going on in it, dear god.

It’s probably my best candidate for being flung up as a dot-point fic, but… I remain swimming in a sea of self-delusion, haha.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think… I really like getting in the guts of things, when it comes to writing about characters as people-in-bodies. (Which… is a sentence I keep re-writing, but it’s not getting any less unhinged any time soon, so it can just stay there as-is.)

I really like that sense of grounding, anyway: of being grounded in skin and bones and body-connected feelings, which is… mildly hilarious considering—therapist noises intensify.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Executive dysfunction.

Uh. Yeah, so, I’m super bad at internalising that grammar exists for Reasons, and that those Reasons are that other people don’t necessarily think or read with the apparently weird rhythm that I do. And that means… y’know… that my own shit needs to confirm to at least a baseline of some kind or else it’ll become kinda unreadable. (I am getting better at it, I think. I am. It’s an endless project. Commas are my own personal hell.)

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I do kinda get why people might do this, because baby-me was pretty enamoured with it.

Now that I’m no longer Baby, however—at least, not when it comes to this—it’s not really something I would do. I’m also more likely to politely exit back out of stories that do choose to do it, although that’s mostly because it tends to be one of those markers that says Things about whether or not I’m going to jive with a story. (As a boring-ass adult with too little functional time on her hands.)

(On the other hand, I am deeply into terms of address/honorifics being kept and used. They can provide such a rich dose of information about intimacy, familiarity, and all the rest of it. That said, I tick-tock back and forth like a busted clock on whether I think they should be translated or not.)

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Animorphs, probably, although I didn’t know what a fandom was at that point. My first posted fic was for Stargate Atlantis.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I’m going to find a way to write that sedoretu Gao Yingjie/Fang Shiqian/Wang Jiexi/Qiao Yifan story if it fucking kills me.

(Also this random Gao Yingjie/Qiao Yifan & Su Mucheng/Wang Jiexi partner-swapping thing that’s been living rent-free in my head for literal years, but which has never actually been written down as anything more than a one line note. C’mon, story, get out of my head and onto some damn paper!)

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written

We play favourites in this house! Also… I’m just really bad at making those kinds of choices.

But—you know what? Fuck it, in the days this draft has been sitting here, I gotta say, I’ve kept thinking—probably the older the ginger (the spicier it gets). It’s peak rare pair, but I had such a blast writing it, and it’s one of those odd things I actually enjoy re-reading, too. <3

#askmeme

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ororo-storm · 3 years

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bleach - chapter 669

#kenpachi zaraki #yachiru kusajishi #bleach #bleach manga #manga #anime #manga cap #shika stuff

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xladyxfatex · 4 years

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Chapter Seventeen (FMITN BOOK 1)

The rest of the week Jessica is made to take someone with her to the gym, just to ensure she doesn’t pull another stunt like the last time. Though understanding she really wishes her brothers would understand they can’t stop her once they all part in just a weeks time. The last week is spent finishing packing, gathering school supplies, and of course stocking for the road trip to Florida itself. It is over 669 miles, and should only take about 10 hours by highway, but somehow Jess just knows her brothers won’t keep to the route. So snacks and drinks were a must, and whatever wasn’t used on the trip down could easily be split and she could keep her part in her dorm room. She really wasn’t looking forward to who’d be sharing with. New people kinda freaked her out, though she swore to herself she’d try to be more. Saturday morning rolls round and the early part of the day is spent loading boxes into the back of the moving truck. Looking around Jess fiddles with her necklace as she wishes her home goodbye. She knows she’ll be back for breaks...well if her brothers have time off and she can be with them she will be otherwise she’ll just stay at her dorm. No sense in going ten plus hours home just to be as alone as she’d be in the dorm, that’s just a waste of time and gas. She giggles at the silly thought before a tear slips down her cheek. Once everything was in the truck, Matt, Jeff, Finn, and Jessica all get in. Thank the Moon Goddess the cab was large enough, otherwise this would have been an awkward ride.

Once settled the drive starts, The brothers decided that about half way there they’d stop for the night. They’d be stopping somewhere in Georgia, which the possibility to explore which really excited Jessica. Having never really even been outside of her hometown this was all new to her and she was really looking forward to it. Though she’d have to admit she was anxious about being left in Florida alone. The first seven hours, because of course Matt and Jeff fought over music and missed several turns, was filled with fighting over music, talks of how things were changing for the best, and how proud everyone was of each other. Finally arriving in a town called Savannah in Georgia. After getting 2 rooms for the night, the brothers and Jessica start to walk around.

Admiring the historical district, and walking through the Victorian one as well, they finally find a small cafe to stop at and have dinner. They continue to talk about the upcoming changes, for some reason Jessica suddenly picks up on a smell, and her inner wolf whimpers. Looking for the source of the smell she spots a man, tall, short hair, tan, tribal tattoo on his arm and blue eyes. The smell of ink and mint starts to make Jess shake, and without explanation she jumps up and runs out of the resturant much to her wolf’s protest, she takes off the way she and her brothers traveled in hopes that the smell will leave her. She recalls it from her childhood and the last thing she wants right now is to find her “mate” right when she’s about to move on to college. Stopping at a nearby park she found she leans against a tree catching her breath. No longer smelling ink and mint, she shakes her head.

Jeff, Matt and Finn are still staring at the seat Jessica once sat in trying to figure out what just happened. She’d never reacted in such away, never mind running like her life depended on it. Jeff and Matt pick up on the smell of ink and they’ve only ever come across two with that smell, Randy and Alesiter. Looking around they don’t see anyone who could resemble Alesiter, but the smell of ink they find it, as he comes to the table. Smirking at the seat Jess had abandon he looks at the brothers, and Finn stands, unsure really what was going on, but knowing that he needed to find the girl he thought of as his sister.

“Jeff, Matt, I’m going to go look for her. I think I have an idea where she might have gone. I’ll get her back to the room safe.” Finn glares at the stranger before leaving. Jeff shakes his head and Matt sighs.

“Been a long time Orton, can we help you?” Jeff asks a little pissed off that what time he has left with his sister has now been interrupted. Randy chuckles.

“Calm down alpha Hardy, I was just passing through with WWE, we have a show here in Georgia tonight. As I was walking, I smelled something I hadn’t smelled since I was a child. Citrus and Candied Ginger, I simply followed it here. Jessica sure has grown into a beautiful woman how old is she now?” Jeff grits his teeth, he knows he can’t prevent true mates from being together, is an unwritten rule should any werewolf actually find a true mate.But the timing just like before is all wrong.

“She’s 16 going on 17 this Halloween and starting college this week. We stopped here for the night before we continue on our way in the morning, and we start in WWE.” It was true the three of them knew for a fact that WWE was in the area and would be in Florida the next two days after tonight’s house show. It was why they weren’t rushed about getting to the meeting with the higher ups. It played out into their plans better than anything else. Randy took an interest in Jessica starting college at 16, that was on the young side after all. But he wouldn’t lie she had grown into such a beautiful woman.

“16 and starting college? How is that possible?” Randy cocked his head to the side and this time Matt answered as calmly as possible.

“Jess proved at a young age to be intelligent. By all means she could have actually been starting college at the age of 12, but she chose to be in the same grade as Jeff. She graduated this year valedictorian, with a full scholarship to the college she’s attending.” Jeff nodded and Randy looked at the pair with slight shock and amusement. He knew they were purposefully not saying which college she was going to. Not that he could find and claim her, Not now anyways not with his training schedule and work. But one of these days he’d find her again.

“It's good to know she’s so smart, must be why she ran, she didn’t want to ruin her chance at higher education by being claimed.” Randy smugly spoke as he turned to leave. “But know this Hardys’ I will claim her one day. She is rightfully my true mate.” With that Randy left. Matt and Jeff got the food to go, paid and went back to the hotel in hopes that Finn had found Jess.

Meanwhile Finn had run back the way they came, he had remembered passing a park that Jess mentioned wanting to go to when they’d be on their way back from dinner. Sure enough that's where he spotted her, sitting on the ground leaning against a tree trunk. Carefully walking towards Jess, she snapped her head up and sighed when she saw Finn. Whispering she spoke.

“I’m sorry about that. I’m just ...I'm not ready for my mate to claim me and I ran. I just want to live my life and be happy, I want to be able to go to college and be somewhat normal. I know I’ll never be, being what I am, but I can try for the next four years can’t I?” She took a shaky breath and looked up and the man she considered her brother. He smiled down at her and reached his hand out for her to take.

“Of course you can! But instead of being normal, how about we go dye your hair? I happened to bring some dyes, I wanted to surprise you with it back at the hotel room, but I think you need this now more than anything. If you want we can wait for Jeff to get back and he can help too.” Finn suggested and Jessica smiled. The truth was of the last year or so when ever she wanted to dye her hair, Jeff and Finn fought over which one would be the one to do it.She nodded her head, took Finn’s hand and the two left and headed back to the hotel. It was about another 45 minutes till the boys showed up, but they came baring take away containers. Looking around at the setup Jeff glared at Finn.

“Oh no, oh hell no! If anyone is doing Jessie’s hair I am! Come on, you’ve done her hair the last few times she wanted to change it.” Jeff practically whined and everyone choked on their laughter. Even though he was the alpha he still would whine to try and get his way. Jess stood up and hugged her big brother.

"Jeff, why don't you both do my hair? We have to bleach it out first, then we can put the Raven Black on top and the High Voltage Blue on the bottom layer. What do you say?" Jess smiled up at her pouting brother and he sighed in defeat. He barely could say no to that face.

"Fine but let's eat first. I'm starving." Everyone nodded in agreement to that. They began talking again avoiding bringing up Randy. That was till Jessica asked a rather intriguing question.

"Is it possible to have two romantic soulmates? I know and understand that he is my mate, at least according to our wolves, but ...Aleister, everything in my body pulls me to find him and be with him again. I love him still and hurts so fuckin much that he just abandoned me." Jess pushed her fries around and sighed. Honestly other than stating she missed him this was her first time talking about her true feelings. She'd be lying if she said she didn't feel the same for Randy, deep down she did, but at the same time she didn't have a connection or bond with him the way she use to have one with Alestier.

With no one noticing Finn shifted into his demon form. He had heard the conversation of course but being the literal oldest in the room he also had answers to the little game's question. When his demonic voice rang out everyone turned to look at him. Matt and Jeff were unaffected Jess on the other hand kind of freaked out. Yes she accepted that Demon King Balor was apart of her "brother" Finn, but she'd never come face to face with him. His black and red skin, tendrils for hair and his long sharp pointed razor like teeth that hung from his slightly stretched jaw, they scared her. And to be honest she had no freakin idea WHY he suddenly decided to make himself known.

"Jessica, you asked about the possibility of two romantic soulmates, did you not?" Balor tilted his head to the side studying the hybrid. She simply nodded not trusting her voice. "I may not be thousands of years old, but I do know the history of all of our kinds. The two whom came before you, were not only intelligent beyond their time, and greatly gifted magical, but they too were the purest white in their wolf forms." Jeff, Matt, and Jess looked at the demon as he spoke, each nodding to show they were listening. "Listen here little gem, it is beyond possible that both these men you speak of are your true mates. Aleister Black his family bloodline is known for being pure magic, it's highly likely with the abilities you possess with magic though left unrefined he is your the soulmate to your witches half. And this Randy Orton, well if both your wolves agree and know the other to be their true mate there is no denying that. You will be the key to bringing peace to the unity when it is time. You are far from ready for that task yet. You are very important to the supernatural realm Jessica. I can't say more at this time. Just know there is a reason many seek to want to protect you naturally and will flock to you." Balor hugged his little gem and placed a careful kiss to her hairline. Before whispering "Never let anyone change you. Remain the good, kind, caring soul you are." And with that Balor was gone and Finn asleep on the floor.

Jessica stared blankly at the wall in front of her. The Demon King had given a lot of information and she, well she needed to digest all that was said. She grabs her watch, the bleach and emotionless walks into the bathroom locking the door. Staring at herself in the mirror she doesn't know, remove her shirt she mixes the bleach contents together and applies it all throughout her waist length hair. She sets a timer on her watch. Too far in her own mind she barely hears her brothers yelling for her through the door. Suddenly brought back by the sound of the alarm she gets up and washes the bleach from here hair before using the hotel blow dryer to dry it. Putting her shirt back on she walks out of the bathroom and into Matt's arms.

Finn has yet to awake and since Jess wasn't talking, Jeff decided to finish dying her hair while trying to talk to her. He could actually smell the fear and uncertainty flowing from his sister's body.

"Yaknow Jessie these are really nice colors you picked. I think they'll look really good on you." Jeff smiled as he applied the Raven Black to the top portion of her hair careful not to get any on the under side. Jessica spoke but it was so faint that even his werewolf hearing almost missed.

"Thanks I had told Finn awhile ago I wanted to do these colors next." She tried not to shift her head. Once the black was completed, Jeff pinned it up with a hair clip, changed his gloves and began the next color.

"Where did you even find High Voltage Blue dye? I've never seen it around before." Jess hummed and tapped her chin thinking. Though she didn’t answer, a wave of sickness began to hit her.

“Jeffy, I think the smell of the dye is making me sick. I’m not feeling well.” Jessica whined, and Matt touched her forehead, she was feeling warm and then almost like being hit by a freight train, Matt’s eyes widen. Swallowing harshly Matt spoke.

“Let Jeff finish putting the dye in your hair, then I want you to go take a very cold shower. You were suppose to have the room to yourself, but Jeff, I think it’s best you stay here with her tonight.” Matt looked Jeff in the eyes practically begging him to agree. Smells were faint in the room even to the Alpha but he nodded in argument and she quickly finished adding the colors. Matt went to Jessica’s overnight bag, and grabbed what she had packed for sleepwear, sighing he knew what she had was not going to be comfortable for her. Looking at Jeff then Finn who was finally coming too, he spoke.

“Guys, could you come to our room for a minute? Jeff you need your sleepwear and we need to talk about something.” The eldest Hardy shifted uncomfortably, neither of them had ever given thought to this happening, and they were hardly ever around and since she had never gotten sick or presented they never thought to get her on suppressants, this was going to end up being the biggest mistake the two brothers could have ever made. Jessica looked at all three of her brothers and nodded. Once they left the room and went next door Matt ran his fingers through his hair trying to think of how to explain what was happening to Jessie. This wasn’t a conversations brothers should ever have to have about their little sister, but they were all she had. Once everyone was in the room Matt paced slightly his beta wolf calm over the situation thankfully. Jeff snapped though growling.

“The fuck is happening to Jess, what the fuck was that smell?!” Matt huffed up, maybe having the alpha stay and protect her was a mistake?

“So Jeff, you remember when you had your first rut? The pain, the fever, the arousal? However thing was just fucked up till it passed almost two weeks later? And how from that point on you had to be secluded like most unmated alpha’s till it passed?” Alpha’s typically faced ruts every three months, as a Beta Matt only faced it twice a year, but and Omega, well from what was taught in school it could be as often as an Alpha's rut, and if they were near a suitable mate it was to said to be worse, the fact that Jess very possibly has two soulmates an ran into one today is what Matt guessed brought it on, even if they weren’t near each other that long. Jeff huffed.

“Yeah that rut was shit, and so are the ones that came after wha-” Jeff stopped mid-sentence eyes widened. “Are you fucking sayin she’s … no, no NO!” Jeff paced this was their little one, no way in hell was she entering her first heat, he refused to believe it. Finn meanwhile was listening to Balor in his head explain everything that was actually being said, though he had taken the same classes in school that didn’t mean he bothered to remember it as important infomation, well now he wished he had, having a demon, let alone the Demon King explain in your head the sex cycles of werewolves was not pleasent. Finn cleared his throat.

“So we need to get her some kind of medicine so that next time this happens she won’t be affected or something? Why wasn’t she already on the suppressants?” It was an honest question, Finn had noticed Matt staring out the window almost as if on garud. Jeff gritted his teeth.

“Honestly we never thought about it. Yeah we knew but that's our flesh and blood, our little sister, we didn’t want to think about her like that.” Sighing, Jeff had really wished he made her go for those, the smell was overwhelming and an unmarked Alpha who happened to be nearby was bound to come flocking to it, which only caused Jeff to get more angry. Without moving his gaze Matt spoke up.

“We need to get her through tonight, someone HAS to stay with her as protection from anyone whom might try to get to her. I thought at first the best idea would be for Jeff to do it, but I’m beginning to wonder if his Alpha is really best. As a Beta I can be calmer around her, and Finn being a demon shouldn’t have any issue either. However with that said, one of us will need to trade pajamas with her. She has sweats and a heavy top, even with the air conditioner blasting tonight, according to what we’ve learned she’ll sweat through her clothes and end up stripping. This is her first heat, and it's just barely starting, IF we’re lucky and we leave early in the morning, we should be able to get her to AMU before her heat is full blown.” Jeff scuffs.

“The hell is the college going to do for her?” A look of realization hits Finn.

“They’re known for being most supernatural creatures and beings! One of you should call the school, speak with the nurse or doctor on staff, explain what’s happening, they’ll be able to assist Jess the moment she gets there, and then once her heat passes they can get her setup on the suppressants! Is that what you were thinking Matt?” Finn smiles when Matt nods.

“It’s true they’ll be able to help her. I’ll make the call since Jeff..” Matt trails off looking at his brother, yeah he won’t be able to handle this on so many levels. “..Jeff can’t handle this, you’ll stay in this room, Finn, you go and watch over Jessie tonight. If you have to bring Balor out, or scream for us we’ll come running.” Matt grabs the phone and places the call to the school, he explains everything and the doctor on the line somehow already was aware of the lack of a suppressant in Jessie’s system, but wasn’t judging given the fact she was younger than most students that attend the school, and this after all was her first heat. Finn grabs his bags and heads back to Jessica’s room.

#jeff hardy #matt hardy #the hardy boyz #FMITN #original characters #wwe #wwe superstars #supernatural au #magical #finn balor #witches #werewolves

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#bleach #Anime #return #manga #Animix #Finale #arc #tite Kubo #trailer #Chapter #686 #Episode #667 #668 #669 #670 #preview #jugram #flame

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#bleach #bleach 669 #bleach ch 669 #bleach chapter 669 #Tite Kubo #manga cap #bleach cap #zaraki #zaraki kenpachi #yachiru #Yachiru Kusajishi #Quincy #shinigami #stern ritter #gerard valkyrie #yachiru bankai #yaiba #bankai

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yearly word count - 2022

jan: 5 553 feb: 12 013 mar: 6 430 apr: 4 756 may: 8 320 jun: 5 310 jul: 7 111 aug: 4 768 sep: 6 722 oct: 2 804 nov: 4 207 dec: 5 467 TOTAL: 73 461 AVERAGE: 6 121.75 jesus dick. 2010: 136 235, average: 11 353/month. ... :X :X :X 2011: 167 675, average: 13 973/month. :X 2012: 332 396, average: 27 700/month. eeeeeeee. 2013: 396 917, average: 33 076/month !!!!!!!! 2014: 315 332, average: 26 276/month ... :X 2015: 206 403, average: 17 200/month. 2016: 127 495, average: 10 625/month. >:( 2017: 80 828, average: 6 736/month. .__. 2018: 128 033, avergage: 10 669/month. FUCK YOU 2017. 2019: 159 609, average: 13 300/month. huh! 2020: 105 791, average: 8 816/month. ... hhghhrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh flops. 2021: 101 776, average: 8 481.33/month. =__= 2022: 73 461, average: 6 121.75/month. hhAHHJZVB WORSE THAN 2017 FICS I POSTED THIS YEAR: * Naruto -ABO: Madara/Tobirama/Izuna Cherry Wine sequel: Days on a wire : Chapters 6 & 7 -Madara/Tobirama : forced marriage, gray-ace Tobi : What Brings Us Together (oneshot) -Gen, gem-fusion : match & mix (oneshot) -ABO: Madara/Tobirama: fallout of baby-making drugged encounter : black irises in the sunshine ... wow, zero bleach. weird, because i've been working on and thinking about bleach fic, it's just apparently all been in unpostable bits and bobs. and like seven tons of suburban OT4, which for some reason i STILL don't wanna post until it's complete, never mind that maybe five people will want to read it, it did help a ton re: reordering scenes and going back to add missing scenes and juggling timelines. makes for such a better structured fic, and yet it is absolutely NOT a method i will employ with any other fics. commintssss. *bapbapbap*

#writing woes #asuka writes #sobs

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yearly word count - 2021

jan: 8 792 feb: 8 338 mar: 9 536 apr: 7 472 may: 8 487 jun: 7 902 jul: 9 415 aug: 15 401 >:O sep: 4 809 oct: 5 601 nov: 7 224 dec: 8 799 TOTAL: 101 776 AVERAGE: 8 481.33

yeah so i'm not adhd enough to get any help for it. that really broke my ... everything, tbh. motivation and whatnot. my concentration has been so fucking bad recently and i'm just really bitter that apparently since i didn't lose five jobs over it, it means i can deal and never mind what it does to my private life.

FICS I POSTED THIS YEAR: -Naruto ABO: Madara/Tobirama/Izuna Cherry Wine sequel: Days on a wire chapters 2 to 5! atm seems to want to be a ninja comedy of manners. ok, why not. -Naruto: The Thirteenth Hour, Tobirama breaks the timeline to get his brothers back, chapters 1+2 -Bleach: Howling Outside Your Door chapter 4! Ichigo/Grimmjow+his fraccion ABO! oh nooo those poor little murderbabies, won’t someone build them a cuddlenest in his living room and woodchipperize all threats ;^; -Bleach: superhero love triangle chapters 2+3! nominally grimmichi superheroes AU, mostly about grimmjow trying to decide between ichigo and zangetsu. -Naruto: Idiots Of Unusual Size, gen Founders era daemon Au ficlet! utterly ridiculous. -Bleach: A Beast Is in the Heart chapter 6, grimmichi psychic wolves military/civilian AU! love me love my psychic wolves is all i have to say. and... that's it. i did write a shit ton of suburban AU grimmjow/ichigo/orihime/nelliel though. awww baby’s first bisexual panic, mmm.

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DECEMBER : TOTAL: 8 157 POSTED: nuthin'! (posted this month but written earlier: Days on a wire, sequel to cherry wine, madara/tobirama/izuna ABO chapter 1.) WORK IN PROGRESS: -Naruto: Days on a wire chapter 3 (5 029 words) (madatobiizu ABO) (some of which i might not keep because i'm rearranging the chapters, but most of it is pretty solid. yeee.) -Bleach: GrimmIchiHimeNel suburban OT3 (471 words) (yet another attempt at the same stuck sceeeene why this is an adorable silly romance why is it stuck aaaa) -Bleach: Grimmichi psychic wolves AU chapter 6 (2 657 words) (gotta get it postable for lupercalia! NEXT MONTH AHHHH gogogogogogogo) This wasn't a horrible month! still not great but i manaed more than piecemeal snippets here and there, i managed to get out whole scenes at once and it feels kinda great. plus i had a scene idea for bloodpsort. ahhh come ON brain you can do it.

YEARLY WORD COUNTS

jan: 6 606 feb: 6 654 mar: 13 699 apr: 11 266 may: 14 132 jun: 12 415 jul: 9 421 aug: 7 496 sep: 4 737 oct: 6 037 nov: 5 171 dec: 8 157 TOTAL: 105 791. AVERAGE: 8 816. all the over 10k months were naruto ABO-heavy months. hm. 2010: 136 235, average: 11 353/month. ... :X :X :X 2011: 167 675, average: 13 973/month. :X 2012: 332 396, average: 27 700/month. eeeeeeee. 2013: 396 917, average: 33 076/month !!!!!!!! 2014: 315 332, average: 26 276/month ... :X 2015: 206 403, average: 17 200/month. 2016: 127 495, average: 10 625/month. >:( 2017: 80 828, average: 6 736/month. .__. 2018: 128 033, avergage: 10 669/month. FUCK YOU 2017. 2019: 159 609, average: 13 300/month. huh! 2020: 105 791, average: 8 816/month. ... hhghhrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh flops. so i'm seeing the adhd specialist in like two weeks. i stg if it doesn't help i'm gonna blow a gasket. this isn't my worst year but it's the second worst and i can't even blame it on the corona because i actually like working part-time from home and it means less time on the bus. if also less time in sports, which is bad for my health generally but should have given me another four or so more hours in the week and i did jack shit with them apparently.

December teasers:

-- MadaTobiIzu ABO -- "By a debut, would you happen to mean a hunt?" Tobirama enquired, voice still calm, almost pleasant. Mimaki-sama grinned widely, looking charming and relaxed. "Not a full marriage hunt, of course, but a courting hunt?" ... That asshole. Courting hunts weren't binding, more of a teenager's game ending in stolen kisses, but they sure as hell were used as an excuse to test things out -- strength, supposedly, and interest and desirability, and your ability to catch your intended for sure, but. Sometimes those hunts were also used to father children the sires would never have to acknowledge. Since it wasn't supposed to be serious enough to allow the unwilling to defend themselves as vigorously as a real one-- "Mimaki-sama honors this lowly omega with his suggestion," Tobirama replied, and smiled. "This lowly omega does not wish to return his generosity by agreeing to less than a full, traditional hunt." Silence cut through the titters and whispers of the hall as the watchers suddenly remembered that traditionally, in a marriage hunt where the omega and their set did not wish to be married, they were entirely allowed to murder their suitors out of hand. Madara choked, heard Izuna choke as well, his fan spread open to hide almost his entire face as he turned away. A beat, two, and Ikume-sama burst out laughing. Her brother made a face, and then chuckled along gamely. Izuna let loose, as silently as he could under the tide of relieved cackles and entirely fake chuckles. "Aah, entirely uninterested in husbands that could not best you in combat, are you." "Ikume-sama is wise," Tobirama replied, still smiling in that terrifying way. -- bleach suburban ot4 -- So far their best option is to play model guests and pray. "Worst thing is I like them," Nelliel can't help admitting. They're so damn sweet. It'd be easier if she had to put it on, if she didn't have to care that they're going to run out of pity at some point. She's expecting a snappy retort, or an eyeroll, or a "I really don't", but Grimmjow doesn't say anything, just stands all at once and goes looking for a fresher shirt. Her chest squeezes with -- something unpleasant, frustrated and off-balance, like she's being ignored. Abandoned. "Grim--" "I know that." His voice is so rough, it feels like it must hurt his throat. "I'm fucking trying, alright? Ain't gonna ruin this for you." He's not looking at her, just digging into his suitcase with every muscle tight, twitchy movements like a leashed beast. -- Psychic woooooolves - bleach -- "We don't want you to betray a confidence," Rukia started, a bit quieter. "But I called Captain Ukitake earlier, and -- Ichigo, I didn't like it. The only thing he said was to stick with you and wait for a squad to come. That... Doesn't sound good. You know it doesn't." Ichigo gave a begrudging grunt. "I know. It's not great from the inside either." "So you see why--" Renji elbowed Rukia; Rukia elbowed him back. Ichigo frowned at them. Okay, now they were definitely speaking in the pack sense, and it was an argument. He could feel the edges of it -- Renji wanted her to use some tact, please, and Rukia thought she was being extremely tactful already as it was. "Just say it," he grumbled, resting his head heavily in his hand. His skin was tacky with sweat and dust and things, he itched everywhere, and no matter how hot Grimmjow was he wished he could evict him from the shower a tiny little bit more than he wished he could join him inside it. The stall was too small for two men and he was rapidly approaching a point where he did not care quite as much about being chivalrous and hospitable as he should have. "Listen, buddy, I'm sure he's a cool guy, but maybe he's--" "You're being led around by your dick!" Ichigo gave a very slow blink. Rukia puffed up her cheeks and leaned further over the table. Renji groaned. "He's hot! He's mysterious! It was your first time knowing the overwhelming fervency of lupine passion! Of course you like him! But maybe he's the danger you need protected from." Ichigo groaned back and folded in two, pressing his red face against the cool tabletop. Renji stretched his arm across to pat his shoulder. "I wouldn't have said it like that, but let's be honest, he doesn't even have to mean trouble to be trouble, and you're... Well, you're a magnet for it, pal." "Uuuugh, shut up." He's not wrong. "You shut up too." You have a strong soul and a strong drive to fix/straighten/herd. It's to be expected. "Oh, no, you are not putting this on me. You were the one they noticed!" The old man gave him a long, subtly amused look. Ichigo thought vengeful thoughts about little bows and braided manes of hair. Hmm. Being combed does not feel bad. I will accept the bows. "Shuuuuut up. Jerk." He pushed himself back up, scowling to discourage his human guests from asking. "Anyway, Grimmjow's leaving soon anyway, so I guess that trouble is gonna take care of itself." "Are you going to pine?" Rukia asked with clinical curiosity. Ichigo glowered. "He's going to pine," Renji confirmed with a heaving sigh. "There, there, we'll have movie marathons and ice cream and things. Maybe you can come up to the Court next holiday, that'll distract you." "I am not going to pine for a guy I slept with once!" "Only once?" "... I'm counting a single night as once. Rukia I swear to God if you--" Feeble stamina, Shirayuki mused, sending waves of sorry-that-sucks at Old Man Zangetsu.

#teaser #ABO quest

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monthly word count - may 2020

TOTAL: 14 132 not bad! POSTED: -Naruto: blood rare and sweet as cherry wine chapters 1 to 3, complete; Founders era, Madara/Tobirama/Izuna, littermates ABO. (8 850 words) Also posted, though written earlier: -Bleach: Howling Outside Your Door - chapter 1; Ichigo/Grimmjow and his fraccion, ABO WORK IN PROGRESS -naruto: cherry wine discarded snippets (404 words) -naruto: cherry wine sequel (3 669 words) -bleach: daemon AU: fullbringers fic (183 words) -bleach: Howling Outside Your Door (749 words) -bleach: bloodsport chapter 4 (277 words that i'm gonna have to discard because the scene no longer fits and was going nowhere but hey words are words. SHRUGS.) giving myself a pass on the naruto avalanche because 1. i love the worldbuilding so much oh my god and 2. i also worked out bleach psychic wolves AND bloodsport plottings that were stuck. yay me. :D i have no goddamn clue why so much ABO, but hey. 'tis the season or something.

-- bleach daemon AU -- "Did you want to spar today?" "Sure," Ichigo says, casually nonchalant. Rikuto betrays him by hopping up on her four paws and letting her tail point straight up. Di Trombolini laughs at them as he throws Ichigo a practice blade. "We don't want Don Grimmjow to come back and find you allowed yourself to dull away, do we." "Sure as hell don't." "Indeed." The asshole bats his eyelashes. "It is no way to treat such an ardent suitor." Ichigo throws a punch with the hand holding his practice sword, but mostly because that is a stupid word, and the day Grimmjow brings him flowers at his dad's house is the day Ichigo finally finds his death via aneurysm, so. Honestly all words sound stupid when they're about him and Grimmjow. -- --bleach fraccion ABO-- The body hesitates, then slinks along the wall toward the kitchen corner, watching Shawlong and Yylfordt especially warily. Half of Shawlong's blade is still out of its sheath; Grimmjow hisses, teeth bared, gives him a quick furious look to put it away before Kurosaki notices, because the body sure as shit has noticed. Shawlong hums his acknowledgement, eyes tracing Kurosaki's face thoughtfully, but Grimmjow can see from the corner of his eye that the guy is watching his body with his lower lip jutting out in a sulk. Shawlong glances over there, too (turning his head too slowly, too cautiously not to still be in pain.) "So... Kon-kun, was it?" The body's head pops out of the fridge, over the counter. "Uh, yes?" "If you don't mind, what are you exactly?" "Oh." The body blinks. He looks just as dumb as Kurosaki, but in a weirdly distinct way, like his eyes droop more at the corners maybe. His thoughtful pout isn't quite the same either. He rakes them with another quick glance, and then he grins like an asshole. "I'm an artificial soul that Ichigo kidnapped to do his bidding." "--Hey!" -- --discarded bloodsport snippet-- He swung his feet wide to gain himself enough space to slide over the edge, land down. He was still sore. Ugh. Really needed to get moving. Also needed to figure out if Luppi or Nelliel had sneaked in some details it would fuck him over not to know. He got his shower stuff and a change of uniform, frowning down at himself. The fuck was he even wearing? Was that Edrad's? He was swimming in the stuff; the bottom of the pants flopped over his toes. The drawstring waistband was cinched ridiculously tight. They coulda let him be naked, he thought, vaguely disgruntled. He was pretty sure he hadn't gotten dressed again after his last shower. He shouldered past Nnoitra, nodded to Shawlong, who fell into step with him as he trudged down the corridor. "I'll be waiting in the mess with lunch for you, shall I?" "Sounds good. Who else is there?" The sigh the man gifted him with was just a tiny bit theatrical. Grimmjow arched an eyebrow. "Everyone." "... Oh, gross." "Mm. They set up a scrabble tournament." Already? It was only the fifth day and they were that bored? Well, fuck, this trip was going to get annoying really fast. Grimmjow considered grabbing his tray and retreating to his bunk; then considered the likelihood that Nnoitra would come fish him out by the ankle and they'd end up having a fistfight in the tiny fucking cabin. Exhausted as he was, he was going to lose pretty badly, no matter that close quarters was better for him than for that giraffe fucker. -- --Naruto ABO sequel -- Uuugh. He didn't want to ask. (He really wanted to ask.) He shouldn't ask. It wasn't... hadn't... He really needed more practice at one-night-stands and moving on, didn't he. Hashirama smelled omega but also like littermate-of-my-mate, and Madara had ended up going through a bit of a ghost rut yesterday, a sympathy reaction come too late to be of any use; he was still oversensitive to Tobirama's smell. The strength of will he'd had to exert when they unsealed his fucking jizzed-up pants in the fucking council house -- gghk. "... So he was just fine, then. Hmph. Figures." "Oh, if we ignore the bruising, the rope burns, the cuts, and the bite mark on his neck, he was peachy!" Hashirama beamed. "So, which one of you did that?" -- Fuck. "Izuna," Madara replied immediately. Hashirama only smiled brighter. "... I needed to rattle him, okay? It meant nothing." "Oh, whyever are you saying that, what else could it mean?" Uuugh, this goddamn troll. Madara glared, arms crossed defensively, face a little warm. "Shut up already." Huffing, he leaned back against the tree trunk. Hashirama kept smiling at him, slowly losing the manic brightness for gentler, more real affection; Madara cleared his throat, sighed. It had been years since they were friends. It felt a lot better than it had any right to feel, getting a little slice of it back. Especially since he couldn't keep it. "You're a pain, Senju." "You love me, though." Eyes narrowed, Madara opened his mouth to shoot back, 'You know what else I love? Your brother naked,' and immediately shut it with a groan, eyes squinched closed. "I just had the perfect comeback and I can't even use it without it becoming mutually assured destruction. But I want you to know you would have cried."

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DECEMBER TOTAL: 3 523 words ... that's it? that's it. i'mma kill my cousin. just saying. fucking thyphoid mary. six perfect vacation days lost to shitting my brains out, and i don't get any more vacation days until this summer. i'mma murder her. POSTED: nothin! WIP -Bleach Daemon AU: arrancars in ksuke's basement that i STILL don't know where it's going (427 words) -Bleach Daemon AU: Starrk and Lilynette in Soul Society (341 words) -grimmichi superheroes AU (980 words) -grimmichihime: Oxytocin (329 words, and for sure i'm throwing out the last fifty of them and maybe all of them idk, cannot brain this fic.) -ichigo/grimmjow&fraccion ABO fic (5...4... words holy shit that's all???? really????????) -bloodsport!!! (1 392 words, of which i'm gonna have to rewrite/delete like 500 because they're the wrong POV but! progress! and the plot seems to ahve been hammered out!!! g a s p.) -------- YEARLY WORD COUNT: 2019 jan: 16 368 feb: 32 808 mar: 25 336 apr: 22 598 may: 11 651 jun: 9 175 jul: 7 069 aug: 4 196 sep: 2 356 oct: 6 829 nov: 17 700 dec: 3 523 TOTAL: 159 609 AVERAGE: 13 300. 2010: 136 235, average: 11 353/month. ... :X :X :X 2011: 167 675, average: 13 973/month. :X 2012: 332 396, average: 27 700/month. eeeeeeee. 2013: 396 917, average: 33 076/month !!!!!!!! 2014: 315 332, average: 26 276/month ... :X 2015: 206 403, average: 17 200/month. 2016: 127 495, average: 10 625/month. >:( 2017: 80 828, avergage: 6 736/month. .__. 2018: 128 033, avergage: 10 669/month. FUCK YOU 2017. 2019: 159 609, average: 13 300/month. huh! i was expecting to have done worse than this because i found a full time job in june and it drastically cut into my writing time, but my inspiration and drive haven't been doing great for a couple years before that anyway, so i'm surprised but it's kind of nice that i managed so much anyway. one thing i'm disappointed in is that i was doing so well on my to-be-published ofics and then grimmichi hit me in the face and i still haven't managed to carve out some time to get back to at least finish the immanuel/dhalion one. it's so close to being done. ugh. another thing is i didn't manage to publish another motdp or BT chapter. that's very annoying. i'm so close to the end for motdp. between three and ten chapters?? will try to find myself some people who will have the time and willpower to sit on me as i do my best impression of a tantrumming child while dragging the last of it out, it's an idea i've had for months and never convinced myself to implement. ugh self. oh yeah, all that and i might have adhd? well. okay then. niow i just gotta spend the next couple years talking myself into finding a specialist so i can know for sure before i hit fifty. :X -- anyway teasers.

--- ((daemon AU - random kisuke's basement shenanigans)) "For the good of this operation we will be continuing with the more extreme variants for testing purposes. Once those are out of the way, the rest can be mass-produced very quickly!" Which... Makes sense. Grimmjow shrugs, and puts a hand on his sword pommel, because he knows what comes next is another half-assed riot. "Alright, who do you want then." "Hm-hmmm... Natural-born arrancar, any pairs of siblings if you have any?" Grimmjow shrugs; a couple of medics wave urgently and trot up to the front, throwing elbows around and baring teeth when others glare and try to get in their way. Dordoni is already looking quivery and pleased by the rocks; Grimmjow has to be the one who narrows his eyes in warning before anybody can start shit. "Anyone who isn't following the one-head-two-arms-two-legs-no-extras body model? Ah, I see not this week. Who else... We should have taken a better census earlier on..." Nakeem takes a step forward, looks at Grimmjow straight on -- then at Waki, and inclines his head. "Gillian," he says. "Partly." "Oh ho, that'll be interesting. Up you go, kind sir. Anyone with contact effects such as poison sweat, slime, electricity -- I see a hand over there, very good, ma'am, come along." It's a brouhaha next of people trying to call out anything they might consider special. Grimmjow gives Nakeem a considering look -- he didn't ask if he could go, but he asks for things he wants so rarely, he takes the things he wants even less. Something he needs, like food, he won't be polite or half-assed about it, but... That's a lot to control all at once for two shinigami who also have experiments to run. "Assist Dordoni where you can," he says, and Nakeem nods simply. "Dordoni, orders ain't changed." -- ((daemon AU - starrk and lilynette in soul society)) They're on the gallery by the pond when he comes in, all four of them, the captains with their legs dangling overboard and the daemons curled contentedly between them; and Lilynette is, of course, in the pond up to her ankles and grimly flailing around after fish. "Starrk!" she yells up when she sees him. "That fat fucker stole my cake! Come and sashimi it up for me." Sighing his lack of surprise, Starrk walks up along the gallery, nodding a polite greeting at the captains. He stops a little farther away from Ukitake-taicho than he would from Kyoraku-taicho, if he were the one sitting on that side; they all pretend they didn't notice but Kyoraku's daemon nods her little striped head in approval, flicks out her forked tongue. Starrk nods to her right back, and sinks down to his haunches to take the cushion Lilinette abandoned. "Hey, I said to help me!" Maybe he should have kept on napping. He sighs, pointedly pats his waist. "With what blade?" The sword he used to wear back in Las Noches was an asauchi Tosen gave him; the Seireitei wouldn't have taken a true zanpakuto from him, he wants to think, but it wasn't bonded to him in any way, so now it's gone. It's mostly symbolic. His true weapon is Lilynette, but none of them can quite stomach the thought of separating them. At least none of the ones whose opinion matters, so far. "--Damn. Ugh." Lilynette gives the captains the side-eye, hesitates. "... Hey, whitey, I don't supposed you'd let me--" "Lilynette." Starrk winces, sneaks the captains a look. They both have their eyebrows up; the white ball of fluff on Ukitake's lap has her little triangle ears up, too, though it's hard to read her any better than this. "They might not be the same as arrancar zanpakuto but I'm pretty sure that's still really rude." "It really is!" Kyoraku's daemon sings out, sounding entertained. "Oh my." "I wouldn't ding it or anything," Lilynette mutters sullenly. "Fine, whatever." -- ((superheroes AU)) He was still waiting for Pantera's response when the man responded by passing right out. Face gone slack and eyes closed almost all the way, vacant, head rolling limply on his pillow and all of that. Ichigo tested it out by picking up his hand and letting it drop; no reaction. Yeah. Okay. Good enough. "Yuzu," he called out in Zangetsu's crackling voice, and she was there in seconds, mouth pinched white, the five-sided cross at her neck glowing silver right through her shirt. "...Oh." "Yeah." A sigh; he made sure Pantera was still out with a quick pinch to his arm, then looked back at his sister. "I'd let you suture him, but if he wakes up he's gonna wake up snarly. You're on sponging up duty, kiddo." Nodding fiercely, she turned around to go get her supplies. "Clear plastic sheet, IV bag -- surgical gowns?" "Yeah!" He pressed harder; Pantera exhaled shakily without waking up, producing the quietest whine he'd ever heard. "Hurry." "At least if he dies," she yelled back, "we know where to put him!" We, she said, as if she was the one who was gonna carry the whole hundred and eighty pounds of him. Ichigo groaned. He guessed he could do with a lookout... And better her than Karin. For all her prickliness and her defensive hostility, she'd still feel sad and creeped out. Yuzu was sometimes way too Quincy; she'd feel bad if Pantera suffered -- as long as he didn't make Ichigo suffer first -- but if he did, or after he was dead? That was just empty meat. -- ((oxytocin)) "No, she..." Orihime could smile now, could crinkle her eyes and mean it. His offended confusion was... Nice? Nice. Also hilarious, honestly, if also very embarrassing. "It's the boobs," she whispered in his ear, making a very serious face. Just to see if -- hoping that -- He blinked, and looked down at her chest, and then started chuckling, and then cackled straight-up, and his knees went out from under him. Yelping, Orihime tried to hold him up and only ended up kneeling between his thighs. He threw an arm around her shoulders, grinning white and bright right in her face, head tilted to touch foreheads. "Oh yeah. Sin pillows. I forgot." He sounded like that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever forgotten in his life. Lives, even. He was so close. "I mean, guess they're comfier than her straight-up bones, but what the fuck." "S-sin pillows," she repeated, and started giggling helplessly, half from the unexpectedness of his words and half from the release of that nervous tension, that looming explosion. "Cupid's kettle drums." "Oh my god." "Can you -- can you guys stop," Kurosaki-kun said in a pained tone from the side. "Can Grimmjow stop especially. Just." "Adding my vote," Ishida-kun groaned, massaging the bridge of his nose. -- ((abo)) He wraps his legs tighter around Kurosaki, ankles locked over his ass; grinds back. Grins, mean and challenging, when Kurosaki pushes up on his hands to glower down at him. "It's really been the cuddliest," he confirms, all teeth out. "If you wanna get me bred you're gonna have to work harder than that." -- ((bloodsport)) A trail of nibbles going down brought him back out of his head. Lapping at blood along his ribs that he'd forgotten the cause of; caressing the last fractured pieces of his defunct armor off his skin; following it with his mouth. "I like that you're blue here too," Kurosaki said, too candid to accept, and took the head of his dick in his mouth. It felt -- fuck. Shit. of course it felt good, wet heat and tender flesh constricting all around him, but it -- Kurosaki's tongue. Kurosaki's smug little brat-smirk, like a snot-nosed kid who'd gotten away with something, the way his eyes sparkled. It wasn't like the first time Kurosaki had blown him at all, and yet. He fisted both hands in long orange hair, hissing between his teeth in shocked pleasure as Kurosaki fucking deepthroated him. He hadn't been that practiced at it last time, Grimmjow had been so sure -- he'd sucked a few dicks before for sure but nothing so advanced where was his gag reflex oh god -- A rough chuckle, Kurosaki pulling off to grin at him with the head of Grimmjow's dick pressing against his lips. Oh fucking shit, Grimmjow had said the gag reflex stuff out loud. Growling, Grimmjow caught him by the horns and piloted his head back. Kurosaki went, laughing all the way down. "Shut up, you little fucker." Kurosaki strained back. "Nmph -- not yet!" "I preferred when -- when you didn't talk. Ugh." "Lie!" Kurosaki pointed out, tail lashing slowly on the ground in a pleased arc.

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DECEMBER TOTAL: 17 635

POSTED -Bleach: Candy for Cannibals (Grimmjow/Ichigo, nc-17, 4 918 words)

WIP -Bleach: Grimmjow/Ichigo psychic wolves (9 010 words) o.O -Bleach: Grimmjow/Ichigo/Orihime cuddle drugs (2 457 words) :3 -Ofic: Plague Consorts: Jor/Nanuk (586 words) D: -Ofic: Plague Consorts: Dhalion/Immanuel (599 words) D: -Girl Genius: Ground Fire (Agatha and Daemons) (65 words) D:

Fairly alright, since i was interrupted so much by family visits and holiday stuff and my keyboard being borked... Still, I'm disappoint I didn't progress more on ofic and didn't manage to touch demon patrol. Grimmjow stole my brain this month i stg.

jan: 1 553 => D: feb: 1 579 => D: mar: 7 713 apr: 12 180 may: 11 425 jun: 9 246 jul: 14 774 aug: 5 676 => :/ sep: 6 840 => :X oct: 13 744 nov: 25 668 => o_o!! dec: 17 635 :D

YEARLY TOTAL: 128 033 words AVERAGE: 10 669

This year hasn't generally been great for writing, but when I could I really could, AND it's still a clear progress from last year and the by far worst months were at the very start so fuck yes, I'll take it.

POSTED THIS YEAR:

-ofic: Landlord: Popping the Question, Redux -Girl Genius Psychic Wolves AU - Mercy Lives Not in the Holly, Agatha prequel -Girl Genius Psychic Wolves AU - Gil multipart, chapter 4 -Gundam Wing Psychic Wolves AU - Lone Wolf and Pilot - Chapter 11 -Girl Genius - Proposals and Attachments (Seffie/Colette) -Three GG alternale timeline ficlets: ---Si Vales Valeo psychic link (now on AO3) ---No Timestop Bomb ---Lars revived -Girl Genius: Daemon AU - chapter 1 Beetleburg -Bleach: Candy for Cannibals (Grimmjow/Ichigo, nc-17, 4 918 words)

THIS MONTH’S TEASERS

In the morning, or whatever passed for morning in the perpetual moonlit darkness of Hueco Mundo, there was an arm wrapped tight around her ribs, a hand tucked under her side from the front.

It was also half-buried in her underboobs. And it wasn't dark-skinned enough to be Sado-kun's.

A shock went down her spine, waking her up in full. She couldn't feel enough reiatsu from the man behind her (it definitely was a man) to identify him, even touching like this.

It wasn't Sado-kun. Ishida-kun was in front of her, cracking his eyes open with a faint frown like he had felt her sudden unease.

"Ishida-kun?" she whispered, and tried not to let her voice shake. The man at her back spooned her so close that without the sleeping bag she could probably have felt the seams of his clothes and every bone he had that wasn't completely buried under muscles. Her bum was on his lap.

"Inoue-s--"

Ishida-kun sat up all at once, eyes wild and hair flying. Orihime couldn't move. She smiled, tried to breathe. "It... isn't Kurosaki-kun... is it?"

Ishida-kun's eyes were terrifying.

"Don't move, Inoue-san," he whispered back, lifting his hand with the cross on it.

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His face was red as fuck and Grimmjow didn't even need to see it to know, Pantera could smell it and it radiated off him in waves; but radiating even stronger was a sort of giddy smugness.

"... We got ourselves a baby Dom here, didn't we," Grimmjow told Pantera over his shoulder, still staring the other guy down and trying not to melt.

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"Jor! Party time." Fraenir swooped in over Jor's shoulder, smiling at the girl, who leaned back with a wary frown. "Sorry, miss. I've got to take him. You can interrogate him tomorrow, though."

She stood up very politely, bowed to Jor, then disappeared without a word of acknowledgement. Fraenir blinked down at Jor, who smirked at him.

"Rude. You guys haven't been introduced."

"... Ugh. Did someone introduce her to you?"

Standing up, Jor shrugged. "No, but apparently everybody thinks I don't count. Probably the hermit thing."

"The hermit thing is probably just them calling you an asshole, you know."

"Hey, if they think it's fair to be an asshole right back and that means I don't have to dance through weird hoops then I'm fine with it."

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"Huh. Well, that's instructive -- yes?"

An attendant walked to the king's side, handed him a missive with a curt bow. Immanuel tried not to look curious, busying himself with his plate.

"It had better not be more sewer disputes -- huh."

He had sobered pretty fast. Immanuel considered offering to make himself scarce, then seeing his face...

"Shall we postpone dessert, King?"

That displeased, cold reserve was bad news.

"Your cousin Thibert is not back. He has been replaced by your cousin Dathan. Which they thought to mention while his party was one hour from the Hill." He looked up, eyes coolly unamused. "Walk me through your family tree, if you please."

Blinking, and trying not to betray himself worse, Immanuel obliged. "Prince Dathan de Casterion de Mansard is Prince Gontran's first son; Prince Gontran was the High King's second younger brother after Prince Thibert's father. Dathan is only thirty and a bit though; he has several older sisters."

He also had a younger brother, Immanuel and Blanche's age or a little older, and Immanuel had long since forgotten the childhood story that led to Blanche comparing him to a hazelnut.

Jeremiel 'wanted out from under the hand of his boorish brother' by supporting Blanche, huh? Dathan meanwhile wanted exactly the kind of feather in his cap that Thibert was letting go of -- negotiating with the enemy king at his own court. Because if Thibert was discredited and the High King decided he did not want a brother almost as old as him to succeed him then Dathan was second in line of the next generation. What the hell was Thibert thinking, letting him have it? He was too forthright for court sometimes, but not to this point.

"So by order of precedence he comes just after Thibert," King Dhalion said. Immanuel nodded. "I'll only be mildly insulted then."

He didn't look mildly insulted. He speared a bit of honeyed bread and swallowed it in two bites, frowning, closed the folders on the side of the table.

"I truly have no idea what happened here," Immanuel said, hands open in bafflement. They both knew it had to be important -- more important than maintaining good diplomatic relations. Maybe they thought they could smooth it over. Still, it was a strange risk to take. What would need Thibert so urgently?

"We'll find out." The king rose; so did Immanuel, by reflex. King Dhalion spent a second looking at him, still with his brow furrowed; not the look of the man paying court but the king. "He'll be expecting me to drag out giving permission to see you, so you're coming to the meeting with me."

"--Oh."

"If you escape I will take it out on every single member of his retinue down to the lowest servants. Be ready for two thirty."

The only thing Immanuel could say to that was "Yes, King," so that was what he did.

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Gilgamesh gave Ricimer and Agatha an offended look, and then deflated. "Ugh. You broke through last week. How are you even being sensible right now?"

"You're just sore you didn't think about it first."

"I'm sore because it sounds exactly what my father would have said!" He huffed. "And you know the worst thing? He'd be right. So... I guess we're melting the sixth converter."

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