monthly word count - june
TOTAL: 9 175 words.
not great but on the other hand I GOT A FULLTIME JOB AAAAA aaaa !!! so, you know. no guilt.
POSTED
-Ichigo/Grimmjow Daemon AU: Moustache Allergy (4 638 words)
WIP
-grimm/orihime/ichigo cuddle drugs fic (214 words) (stalled so goddamn hard. booooo. i won't be teasering the results. nothing is that good out of context.)
-Ofic: hatefuckers: dhalion/immanuel chapter 6 (1 621 words) (FUCKING FINALLY HAAA.)
-grimmjow/ichigo: bloodsport chapter 3 (2 155 words) (over half is rewording and edits of previous shit but i'm counting it as new writing ok shush. it fought me really hard. >_>)
-Homestuck: midnight on the demon patrol (532 words) (not very much but i have very nice notes now. all clean and furnished.)
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"What is my business," she rasped, her ferret hissing under her words, "is his children, and that fucking stupid stunt of telling you about Kala being his heir."
"I am not going to tell anyone about that!" Immanuel snarled back, and his own breath threw red highlights on her face. "Why would I fucking need to? Grandfather will just ignore them as it is, even if your capitol falls and Dhalion dies, he's never going to take them seriously until they come back at him with an army!"
"And your cousin will?" she shot back; her hand was absolutely steady. "The cosseted girl-child, only good as a tool for honeypot plots, hors-lignée? She'll ignore the bastard girls?" She sneered. "Even if you shut your teeth on it with her, she won't look at your face and instantly guess?"
She would. Blanche would guess he was hiding something from her in under a minute.
"She will guess," he said. The horse shifted its weight nervously under him. Immanuel stared down at the woman on her little doe under him, thought about throwing his weight into her, throwing his horse's, crushing the little doe against the road shoulder.
He didn't. He sat in his saddle, back ramrod straight and skin haloed in internal hellfire.
"But by then the girls will be on my mother's estate, and Blanche knows better than to cross her."
Sirin didn't quite blink; her eyebrows furrowed.
"My parents' estate is the kind of fortress you would need a three-month-long siege to break into, and Blanche is absolutely going to need their support. Mother's network is gigantic, and mostly people Blanche would have no link to otherwise. Father's a High General. They'll be her first support, if she doesn't cross me. She'll let me have the girls," he concluded tersely.
"... So is it the king you're infatuated with, or the princesses?" Sirin asked drolly, and gave him a strange look.
Immanuel opened his mouth for a blistering retort, and then closed it to glare instead.
--
When things stopped moving he was flat on his back with Kurosaki on top of him, a hand to his chest to keep at bay the...
"What the fuck," Grimmjow wheezed out dumbly. "Where's your horns."
He still had them, was the thing. They were just short enough now that they came about even with Kurosaki's temples, instead of protruding forward by almost a handspan of murderspace.
Kurosaki fucking cackled at him, expression too delighted, too wicked for the too-serious young man he'd first met -- but so human that Grimmjow couldn't... This wasn't a dragon's face, a dragon's expressions -- maybe the width of that smile, the exposed teeth, but. Grimmjow knew what his fracción's faces had looked like after the Aizen-provided boost all those years ago. Hollows didn't crinkle their eyes like that.
"... You took solid bone and reshaped it." Grimmjow groaned in disgust, yanking on his shortened horn. "You smug little bitch."
Better -- better to think about that. About how fucking annoying it was, how fast he just -- Quincies weren't supposed to master this shit so fast, Quincies were supposed to die. Even those rare few of them who did have biokinesis. Allergic reactions, systemic shut-down, whatever -- and then even the hollow that had devoured them from the inside-out died.
Kurosaki's hands snapped closed on his wrists, pinned them to the ground by his shoulders hard enough to dig into the earth underneath. Grimmjow strained briefly, growling. Kurosaki growled back. "So did you."
"It took me six months to learn, you asshole."
--
Karkat scans the empty suburbs around them, all four eyes eyes still a little wide. "... Jesus, I think we're done."
Jane stomps out, handcuffs in hand, and sees about flipping Clover onto his front and securing him. Her jaw is one big muscle spasm. Dave allows Rose to help him back up and follows as the girls drag their prisoner back to the house. He feels... He feels like he could handle Clover right now -- he feels weirdly, amazingly full of energy, but. It's not really muscle energy.
Demon-wise he could power up some serious shit though.
"Hey, Karkat."
Karkat blinks, startled by his quiet tone. "Hmm?"
"Could you take back the power you gave me? If I'm not using it."
"Uh, not with a master-slave contract, no." He rolls his eyes, and then he bumps into Dave's leg with his armored shoulder, as if to say that it's cool though, no sweat. "Doesn't matter anyway, right now I'm really not starved enough to begrudge you a cupful of magic juice."
not great but on the other hand I GOT A FULLTIME JOB AAAAA aaaa !!! so, you know. no guilt.
POSTED
-Ichigo/Grimmjow Daemon AU: Moustache Allergy (4 638 words)
WIP
-grimm/orihime/ichigo cuddle drugs fic (214 words) (stalled so goddamn hard. booooo. i won't be teasering the results. nothing is that good out of context.)
-Ofic: hatefuckers: dhalion/immanuel chapter 6 (1 621 words) (FUCKING FINALLY HAAA.)
-grimmjow/ichigo: bloodsport chapter 3 (2 155 words) (over half is rewording and edits of previous shit but i'm counting it as new writing ok shush. it fought me really hard. >_>)
-Homestuck: midnight on the demon patrol (532 words) (not very much but i have very nice notes now. all clean and furnished.)
--
"What is my business," she rasped, her ferret hissing under her words, "is his children, and that fucking stupid stunt of telling you about Kala being his heir."
"I am not going to tell anyone about that!" Immanuel snarled back, and his own breath threw red highlights on her face. "Why would I fucking need to? Grandfather will just ignore them as it is, even if your capitol falls and Dhalion dies, he's never going to take them seriously until they come back at him with an army!"
"And your cousin will?" she shot back; her hand was absolutely steady. "The cosseted girl-child, only good as a tool for honeypot plots, hors-lignée? She'll ignore the bastard girls?" She sneered. "Even if you shut your teeth on it with her, she won't look at your face and instantly guess?"
She would. Blanche would guess he was hiding something from her in under a minute.
"She will guess," he said. The horse shifted its weight nervously under him. Immanuel stared down at the woman on her little doe under him, thought about throwing his weight into her, throwing his horse's, crushing the little doe against the road shoulder.
He didn't. He sat in his saddle, back ramrod straight and skin haloed in internal hellfire.
"But by then the girls will be on my mother's estate, and Blanche knows better than to cross her."
Sirin didn't quite blink; her eyebrows furrowed.
"My parents' estate is the kind of fortress you would need a three-month-long siege to break into, and Blanche is absolutely going to need their support. Mother's network is gigantic, and mostly people Blanche would have no link to otherwise. Father's a High General. They'll be her first support, if she doesn't cross me. She'll let me have the girls," he concluded tersely.
"... So is it the king you're infatuated with, or the princesses?" Sirin asked drolly, and gave him a strange look.
Immanuel opened his mouth for a blistering retort, and then closed it to glare instead.
--
When things stopped moving he was flat on his back with Kurosaki on top of him, a hand to his chest to keep at bay the...
"What the fuck," Grimmjow wheezed out dumbly. "Where's your horns."
He still had them, was the thing. They were just short enough now that they came about even with Kurosaki's temples, instead of protruding forward by almost a handspan of murderspace.
Kurosaki fucking cackled at him, expression too delighted, too wicked for the too-serious young man he'd first met -- but so human that Grimmjow couldn't... This wasn't a dragon's face, a dragon's expressions -- maybe the width of that smile, the exposed teeth, but. Grimmjow knew what his fracción's faces had looked like after the Aizen-provided boost all those years ago. Hollows didn't crinkle their eyes like that.
"... You took solid bone and reshaped it." Grimmjow groaned in disgust, yanking on his shortened horn. "You smug little bitch."
Better -- better to think about that. About how fucking annoying it was, how fast he just -- Quincies weren't supposed to master this shit so fast, Quincies were supposed to die. Even those rare few of them who did have biokinesis. Allergic reactions, systemic shut-down, whatever -- and then even the hollow that had devoured them from the inside-out died.
Kurosaki's hands snapped closed on his wrists, pinned them to the ground by his shoulders hard enough to dig into the earth underneath. Grimmjow strained briefly, growling. Kurosaki growled back. "So did you."
"It took me six months to learn, you asshole."
--
Karkat scans the empty suburbs around them, all four eyes eyes still a little wide. "... Jesus, I think we're done."
Jane stomps out, handcuffs in hand, and sees about flipping Clover onto his front and securing him. Her jaw is one big muscle spasm. Dave allows Rose to help him back up and follows as the girls drag their prisoner back to the house. He feels... He feels like he could handle Clover right now -- he feels weirdly, amazingly full of energy, but. It's not really muscle energy.
Demon-wise he could power up some serious shit though.
"Hey, Karkat."
Karkat blinks, startled by his quiet tone. "Hmm?"
"Could you take back the power you gave me? If I'm not using it."
"Uh, not with a master-slave contract, no." He rolls his eyes, and then he bumps into Dave's leg with his armored shoulder, as if to say that it's cool though, no sweat. "Doesn't matter anyway, right now I'm really not starved enough to begrudge you a cupful of magic juice."