Monthly word count: March
Total word count: 13 440, less than last month.
8 711 words of this are a random assortment of genderbending AU ficlets.
2 139 words of this are Teamwork Proper. Woohoo. *flops*
2 065 are Steal. ( Bathtime.)
355 are Restore. ... no comment.
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Genderbending AU prompts:
Latest posted: Teamwork: BoySakura, GirlNaruto, Sasuke - Baby's First Ultrasound.
FF7 Enemy Skill: GirlCloud, Sephiroth POV.
Tripletsverse: GirlNaruto, Naruhiko & girlKyuubi try to comfort each other post-Sasuke giving them the slip again.
Teamwork: pregnant!Girl!Naruto, people's reactions
I'm not taking any new prompts at the moment, but there's still a ton of them that I really want to write. Of course they're all of the sort that might land me with another long-ass WIP... Who's surprised.
-State of Teamwork
Teamwork is waking up guys! :D :D :D The next scene to complete this chapter is already tickling the back of my brain. Not solid enough yet to write down, but eee. (okay, no, the issue is that i want to write the END of that scene real bad, but I need to know how the middle goes first or it'll be all unbalanced.)
-State of Restore
Sephiroth demanded a scene, and then did pretty much nothing with it but ponder about bathrooms and how weird it was to have a body again. Which is fair enough. Then Aeris wanted me to figure out an excuse to come in and ogle him under the pretense of intense/weirdass Ancient/Alien bonding. And when I did the muse was gone and I'd forgotten what the heck I wanted them to talk about and how. Frargh Aeris.
State of other WIPs available on demand. XD;
The bathroom was small, a little cramped. His legs barely fit in the tub.
It wasn't a camp's bucket of cool water behind three flapping sheets. (He wouldn't have minded if it was. Damp, rapidly cooling skin, goosebumps, gritty earth and loose pebbles between his toes. Rough old towel. The heavy twist of his wet hair slapping against his shoulder blades. He remembered.)
It was strange to have a body again. The sheer ... physicality of it, the heartbeat and the inflating-deflating lungs and the way his stomach was starting to send out small, barely noticeable 'I don't know if you remember, I'm empty right now' queries. A little light-headed. Maybe it was the hot water in the little tub, his legs folded and pressing on his chest.
He could have kept standing and taken a shower instead, Strife's bathroom was set up for that much.
Wasn't in that much of a hurry. He'd taken showers in his apartment in the Shinra tower, never baths, because he was always ...
Because his old bathroom had been a wide-open, sleek, highly efficient thing in chrome and sober lines, and he'd always found it strange that the latest fashion amongst the much-too-rich mimicked the stainless steel of a lab's decontamination area.
A corner of the tablet over the sink was taken up with colored little bottles in fancy sizes and fancier shapes. Some of the tiles didn't match. Razors and toothbrushes, hairbrushes, hair bands. Lived in, this bathroom. Nowhere he'd ever been.
He let his head fall back. The ceiling was painted a weird off-pink color; he could still see brush strokes.
Nowhere he'd ever been. Or thought to be. Life might be full of those things, from that point onwards. If he lived. If they allowed him to.
It was a very noble impulse, to allow himself to be judged, something he owed. But losing this again? He lifted a hand out of the water, watched it -- spread fingers, tendons and joints, veins blue under the skin. The tugging feel of stretching muscles.
He'd pay anything but that.
He thought Strife had to know it.
I've posted just about everything else I've written this month, so this is the only teaser I've got.
8 711 words of this are a random assortment of genderbending AU ficlets.
2 139 words of this are Teamwork Proper. Woohoo. *flops*
2 065 are Steal. ( Bathtime.)
355 are Restore. ... no comment.
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Genderbending AU prompts:
Latest posted: Teamwork: BoySakura, GirlNaruto, Sasuke - Baby's First Ultrasound.
FF7 Enemy Skill: GirlCloud, Sephiroth POV.
Tripletsverse: GirlNaruto, Naruhiko & girlKyuubi try to comfort each other post-Sasuke giving them the slip again.
Teamwork: pregnant!Girl!Naruto, people's reactions
I'm not taking any new prompts at the moment, but there's still a ton of them that I really want to write. Of course they're all of the sort that might land me with another long-ass WIP... Who's surprised.
-State of Teamwork
Teamwork is waking up guys! :D :D :D The next scene to complete this chapter is already tickling the back of my brain. Not solid enough yet to write down, but eee. (okay, no, the issue is that i want to write the END of that scene real bad, but I need to know how the middle goes first or it'll be all unbalanced.)
-State of Restore
Sephiroth demanded a scene, and then did pretty much nothing with it but ponder about bathrooms and how weird it was to have a body again. Which is fair enough. Then Aeris wanted me to figure out an excuse to come in and ogle him under the pretense of intense/weirdass Ancient/Alien bonding. And when I did the muse was gone and I'd forgotten what the heck I wanted them to talk about and how. Frargh Aeris.
State of other WIPs available on demand. XD;
The bathroom was small, a little cramped. His legs barely fit in the tub.
It wasn't a camp's bucket of cool water behind three flapping sheets. (He wouldn't have minded if it was. Damp, rapidly cooling skin, goosebumps, gritty earth and loose pebbles between his toes. Rough old towel. The heavy twist of his wet hair slapping against his shoulder blades. He remembered.)
It was strange to have a body again. The sheer ... physicality of it, the heartbeat and the inflating-deflating lungs and the way his stomach was starting to send out small, barely noticeable 'I don't know if you remember, I'm empty right now' queries. A little light-headed. Maybe it was the hot water in the little tub, his legs folded and pressing on his chest.
He could have kept standing and taken a shower instead, Strife's bathroom was set up for that much.
Wasn't in that much of a hurry. He'd taken showers in his apartment in the Shinra tower, never baths, because he was always ...
Because his old bathroom had been a wide-open, sleek, highly efficient thing in chrome and sober lines, and he'd always found it strange that the latest fashion amongst the much-too-rich mimicked the stainless steel of a lab's decontamination area.
A corner of the tablet over the sink was taken up with colored little bottles in fancy sizes and fancier shapes. Some of the tiles didn't match. Razors and toothbrushes, hairbrushes, hair bands. Lived in, this bathroom. Nowhere he'd ever been.
He let his head fall back. The ceiling was painted a weird off-pink color; he could still see brush strokes.
Nowhere he'd ever been. Or thought to be. Life might be full of those things, from that point onwards. If he lived. If they allowed him to.
It was a very noble impulse, to allow himself to be judged, something he owed. But losing this again? He lifted a hand out of the water, watched it -- spread fingers, tendons and joints, veins blue under the skin. The tugging feel of stretching muscles.
He'd pay anything but that.
He thought Strife had to know it.
I've posted just about everything else I've written this month, so this is the only teaser I've got.