Cacophonous Harmonies Bordering on the Eldritch

Three months in a row, fuck yeah! B)

Total October Wordcount: 7,552 words

IN PROGRESS: 

• Sung Me Moon-struck:766 words
• Superhero AU: 818 words
• Founders Era fixit: 5,968 words

Sneak Peek:

> Sung Me Moon-struck <

[Content Note: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. Skip to the next snippet if you're feeling delicate.]

She slammed her hips down, riding him ruthlessly and crushing his face into her breast, the fullness of it more than enough to cut off his air for long, teasing moments. He was a quick study, learning to earn his next breaths with clever application of teeth and tongue, and with moving with her so she could please herself more thoroughly with his no-doubt aching flesh, and it was this adaptability and initiative that convinced her. She rode him in a frenzy, gripping hard enough to bruise as she finally sated herself, swollen and voracious and slapping wetly against the boy as she used him to her end, and quivering as her pleasure quaked through the divine corruption that was her body now, returned and sated to melt, trembling and tender, upon the shuddering boy she had decided to keep.

"There now, sweet one," she cooed, running a fingertip over the stiff ridges crushed into his other cheek. "You learn so quickly, little thing. I'll keep you well, don't fret. You're mine now."

The sob of overwhelmed horror and relief brought a smile to the ripe red of her lips and she twitched her hips just to hear him cry out and jerk again inside her.

"Good boy," she murmured. "Say thank you, Kaguya-sama."

 

> Superhero AU < 

"And Izuna-nii-san said that he's bringing drinks," Kagami chimed in.

Both men stopped and exchanged a speaking look.

Tobirama leaned forward and Kagami tilted his face up to look at him immediately, child-soft features serious as he plainly tried to look as grown up as possible. "Did he say what kind of drinks he's bringing?" 

Kagami nodded. "It was a Russian drink," he began, and Tobirama didn't miss the flash of recognition and faint smile playing around Madara's lips at that preamble.

He had his own suspicions, but he preferred to keep them to himself until independently confirmed. Naturally, Madara ruined that resolution by breaking in.

"White Russian?" he suggested, tone far too innocent to be trustworthy. "Moscow mule?" 

Kagami shook his head. "No, it sounded like a person's name. Moro- no, Molotoff."

...All right, it was exactly what they both expected, and Tobirama didn't know why he had been trying to give his personal thorn in his side the benefit of the doubt anyway.

"Molotov cocktail?" he suggested, and was briefly charmed even through his overriding annoyance by the way Kagami beamed at him.

"That's it!" he agreed.

> Founders Era fixit < 

Once their conversation had fallen into cheerful banter and nothing of interest beyond illustrating the tenor of their relationship, Tobirama allowed himself another glance at the summons currently wearing the form and self-satisfied grin of a fox, loafed smugly just out of his reach. The fox looked back at him, ears pricked. "You are very invested in helping me observe your summoner," he remarked in a low voice.

The fox blinked at him and said nothing, and no sooner had Tobirama resigned himself to trying to pry out reasons for the spirit's meddling some other way when it spoke, its chorus of voices equally soft. "Hearing people speak freely of you when they don't know you're listening can be revealing." 

"And you're so willing to reveal intelligence that your summoner conceals?" Tobirama asked, a note of challenge in his voice.

The fox flicked its tail. "I am willing to do what is needful so my bonded is seen truly," it said.

"Which you do by obscure methods, ostensibly without her knowledge," he returned, taking a sip of tea while he watched the fox-shaped spirit.

Its gold eyes opened wide until they were round as coins, and Tobirama had the distinct impression that it was laughing at him. "I am a spirit," it answered. "What you see as convolutions come naturally to us." 

"And you're concerned that we won't see your summoner truly," he prompted, "so you translate her speech without her knowledge?" A half-remembered notion struck him then, and he watched the fox closely to gauge its reaction as he said. "She didn't ask you to do so, and doesn't know you did?"

The fox went still. "You asked me that once already," it remarked.

"I did," Tobirama agreed, eyes on it still. "I am asking again." 

It licked its nose in a gesture that seemed obliquely rude, then answered, "I was neither asked nor commanded by my summoner to translate for her without her explicit request, and she does not know I have been doing so." 

Tobirama nodded. "And I ask you again," he said, feeling faintly foolish as he completed the ritual questions, "Did she ask you to translate for her under the pretense that she did not know of it, and does she know you have been doing so?" 

The fox sighed, an oddly human sound, and answered again, "Answered thrice and true, no, my summoner has no knowledge of those actions of mine, and I am acting independently in this."

"Why?" Tobirama asked bluntly.

The fox bared its teeth briefly. "The sooner you all accept that she isn't deceiving you, the safer she is. Feud negotiations turn vicious with humans more often than not, and I won't see my bonded blamed if your clans decide to start killing each other again." Its expression, as much as it had one, shaded to something that Tobirama tentatively classified as fondness. "And she likes untangling things, making them flow smooth and run free," it said, giving Tobirama an oddly direct look. "It's one of the reasons I chose her." It rose to its paws, stretching and shaking the brush of its single tail. "She wants the peace to succeed, maybe as much as your brother does." 

"So you help me spy on her to satisfy my paranoid nature," Tobirama concluded aloud, voice dry.

"And your people's," the fox agreed, unruffled, "and your blood enemies'." It stretched again, tongue lolling as it shook its pointed head. "You aren't wrong to fear treachery, but you'll be more effective at combating it if you aren't wasting time looking in the wrong place."

Tobirama had a retort on the tip of his tongue when the spirit bent its forelegs into a bow, tail flicking like he was being dared to chase it. "Anyway, I will take my leave so you can overthink all of this some more. Please give my regards to your spirits." 

The spirit vanished from sight, although Tobirama had sufficient practice by now to trace its path as it leapt out a window, out into the garden, and then sprang over a few rooftops before vanishing completely from even his senses somewhere in the middle of the Senju compound. He wiped the frown off of his face- he wasn't used to losing track of anything so completely and was not enjoying the experience, but there was no need to advertise it- and returned to his meal, deciding to enjoy the quiet while conversations ebbed and swelled around him.

Touka dropped to sit next to him, gaze sharp enough to cut and a dangerous smile playing on her painted lips. "So, what treachery are you overthinking tonight?" 

Tobirama blew out a sigh through his nose and resigned himself to explaining.

Wooo back to two months in a row, we have a positive trend :D

Total September Wordcount: 12,567 words

IN PROGRESS: 

• Sung Me Moon-struck: nix, nada, nuthin :c
• Founders era fix-it: HOO BOY 12,567 words B)
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• so it has come to my attention that I worked on nothing all month but the Founders era fix it HOLEE FUCK... and I tend to write out of order so I still don't think I have enough of the beginning bit together to actually post any yet. Welp.

That sure is a thing.

Still, progress!

Sneak Peek: 

> Founders Era fix-it < 

"Nii-san," Izuna said again, and Madara snapped his eyes back up from where they had settled on the embers burning low in the central hearth.

"What." Madara half-expected Izuna to huff at his tone, but he smiled instead, looking fond and shaking his head.

"You're thinking too much," he said, propping one elbow on the table and resting his cheek in his palm.

Madara was on his feet and at his brother's side almost before Izuna had smoothed the resulting faint wrinkle of discomfort from his forehead. "Don't slouch like that, you'll pull your wound-"

Izuna swatted his hands away, and if the strike didn't come with his usual strength, it was at least nearly as sharp and quick as ever. "I'm not going to reopen anything with bad posture, Onii-sama, forgive this one a little comfort, would you please," he snapped.

Madara turned his open hands up in surrender. "You cannot expect me not to worry for your recovery."

"Of course not," Izuna retorted, flicking his fingers dismissively. "And you can't expect me to miss that you're torturing yourself with questions, probably stupid ones, and also probably," he continued, raising his voice preemptively as Madara opened his mouth to protest, "trying to keep them to yourself because you don't want me troubling myself while I heal."

Madara said nothing in the face of Izuna's arched eyebrows, glowering mightily as Izuna looked increasingly smug. Eventually he unbent enough to grumble, "I suppose I should be comforted. You can't be feeling too badly if you're up to being this much of an ass."

So I am still alive if anyone hasn't seen me poking around on Tumblr, but June sure as fuck ate my entire brain that I was using for thinking about writing or doing anything more creative than occasional memeing.

We're gonna call that a wash. I did write things in May, but currently can't be assed to hunt down the deets on that, and wrote approximately fuckall in June, so.... next updates/sneak peeks aren't gonna be posted till August for the July updates unless the good fairy of organization visits and inspires me to track down exactly what I did in May to brag on that in the meantime.

So the bijuu are formed from her cast off chakra and the rest of her is trapped in the moon. Could she be reintegrated into the natural cycle bit by bit via a VERY (very very very etc) careful chakra drain, and once the moon is just a moon and all of her chakra is back in the world, reborn as an untwisted, balanced version of herself?
Pros: cute bunny demon thing goes through the evil baby orphanage transformation, corrects chakra imbalance shark that kishimoto jumped, fun premise for exploring more mythology slanted things in setting
Cons: evil bunny moon goddess is still a dumb fucking BBEG,what to do about Zetsu (just have him break up in the reincarnation cycle and get resistributed maybe?), that's about it

It's a bit early, but I'm home sick and could use the boost, so here we are!

Total March wordcount: 7219 YEAH WOO

Random fragments: 76 +
Dungeonstuck AU: 2217
Babysitting Kakashi: 483
KisaObi Hospital Romansu: 548
Founders Era SI!OC bits: 3895

So I am belatedly realizing that it would be a lot easier to track wordcount for WIPs if I weren't continuously writing in the same document... after the month ended... oops. The numbers are therefore somewhat roughed in for February, but oh well. The really annoying part is that the end of February was such a clusterfuck due to Fake Life (work) bullshit that I *thought* I would have a pretty good improvement on word count this time around, but actually most of that work was done in early March. OTL

Total count: 1533

Random fragments: 410
Double drabble: 200 words exactly, fuck yeah
Naruto That Is Not Matcha Chocolate: 797
KisaObi Hospital Romansu: 126 words, oof

Conclusion: fuck me

March really should be better though, hooray...

Total wordcount: 4162

Considering I was putting in 12+ hour days on average at work all through January, I'm pleasantly shocked that I even managed this much. To establish standards for my future reference, that wordcount comes from a number of unconnected conversations in the conversation planning doc and a handful of snippets- outlines, notes, and worldbuilding don't count!

Current works in progress: 

KisaObi hospital romansu (1237 words)

Warring Clans era time travel shenanigans (1660 words)

I'm not sure why Genma is chasing you but you better run unconnected fragment (750 words)


(I am so sleepy but I did it, go me.) 

I'm really trying to develop better habits around writing instead of just daydreaming fun scenarios and sharing them with no one, so I think I'm going to take a leaf out of Askerian's book and start tracking word count and what I've been working on, specifically. I tend to get blind to progress I've made and feeling discouraged makes it even harder to actually get anywhere, so. We'll give this a try and see if it helps! Gonna do stat roundups for the previous month on the 17th of the following month, because realistically speaking my busy cycles at work are going to make trying to do this earlier in a calendar month a lot less likely.

Wish me luck! 。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))

Genma didn't need to do anything to bring his target to him, as it happened; they slammed around the corner and into the wall hard enough to raise dust from the sun-baked brick, not two feet from his perch. He had been watching the entire chase long enough to be convinced this wasn't some elaborate triple-feint trap and shrugged to himself as he flicked a senbon out. Sometimes it really was that easy.

The traitor's eyes were on him as the senbon sunk home and he would normally barely spare them a glance past that, not worth his attention once he had brought them down. Which they should be already, not looking up at him with a bright expression like they think he'll fucking buy that they're happy to see him.

He narrowed his eyes at them, pulling a second senbon from between his teeth, and then stops, arrested by the flicker of more Suna nin moving in. The traitor catches Genma's eye, flicks him a quick pair of ANBU signs: surrender, talk, and he does not let even the ghost of a snarl twist the cultivated blandness of his sharp-eyed non-expression as he seizes them under one arm and uses a shunshin to pull them both away.

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Name's back slammed into parched brick for the second time in about ten minutes, but they kept their complaints to themselves. If they hadn't gotten that magnetic repulsion technique off just in time, they had no doubt that they would be nastily dead of whatever toxin Shiranui puts on senbon with a traitor's name on them. Not that they can technically betray a village to which they don't belong, but Name was absolutely not going to take that approach with Shiranui of all people, not when they have the much simpler (and truthful!) explanation available.

"You've got maybe three minutes before Suna catches up to us again, and I'm not dragging you with me a second time." 

"Great, you have no idea how glad I am to see you," Name said. Shiranui didn't even twitch, just kept watching them. "I need you to hit me again-" that got them a raised eyebrow and the faintest twitch of lips, he couldn't have said gladly any more clearly than that and Name is really, really glad that they haven't actually set themselves against the Leaf today. "-Some kind of sedative that will pass for death. Yamanaka Inoichi said I need to show you this first." Telegraphing the motion, they pulled their right sleeve down to reveal a seal inked into their forearm, not moving an inch otherwise while Shiranui looked it over and sliding the sleeve back up as soon as he gave the barest nod.

Normally hazel is such a warm color, brown-green-gold together, but Shiranui's eyes were still just a breath above subzero when he looked at them. He opened his mouth just as a Suna nin shouted their location, and pulled another senbon from the seam of his vest instead. Time slowed, Name staring at the needle and wondering if they should repel this one too, but they wouldn't be able to outpace the Suna nin. Their only way out was playing dead, but was a seal that they didn't even know how to read enough to convince this Konoha tokujo that they were still acting in his village's interests, or was that senbon just as deadly as the first? 

He had them dead to rights, either way, they decided, and holding Shiranui's eyes they opened their other hand, neither poised to make any hand signs, no last minute attempt at a save. It would look to the Suna nin closing in like fruitless begging, a fool's attempt to win over a ruthless assassin. Shiranui kept their gaze, and they hoped they read the gesture for what it was.

I'm trusting you. Not because you trust me, but because you trust your people.

They saw a flash of decision and the flash of silver at the same moment, then a sharp sting as it sunk home in the crook of their neck. The world wavered almost immediately.

Dry mouth, dizziness, sound distortion, their mind catalogued automatically as they fell, the frustrated shout of the Suna jounin chasing them sounding like it was carried underwater to their ears.

Shiranui was gone, but in the dust where he stood was the same seal Yamanaka left on their arm, erased a second later in the wind of his shunshin.

Then there was nothing.