monthly + yearly word count
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.)
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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
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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.
... 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.)
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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.