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monthly word count - march
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hgghfb.
POSTED: nada
IN PROGRESS:
-svsss cosplay fic (104 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 (320 words)
-bnha dabihawks crack oneshot (834 words)
ot4
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Ichigo's shirt is riding up, too. Barely a sliver of skin, right over his hipbone. The notch where his thumb would settle so nicely.
"Anyway. When's the next festival? It maybe didn't suck."
Ichigo laughs in his face, eyes gleaming, already more relaxed. "You liked it, huh."
"I didn't mind it."
"You liked it." He waves a hand, magnanimous. "Oh well, I did too. We had better take some folding chairs so Nel doesn't have to stand for so long, though."
"And look for more cat fans!" Orihime exclaims. "Maybe goat fans. Sheep fans? Those will probably be easier to find..."
"Ohh, can I choose your kimonos next time?" Nel volleys back, and Orihime goes, "Only if I can choose yours!" and Ichigo nods and gives Grimmjow a faint smirk and Grimmjow knows, he knows he's trying to make him nervous about choosing something silly (there have to be some silly choices in his father's collection, the guy's shameless) but all he can think about is being dressed by one of them, and. This really isn't a kink Grimmjow knew he had.
Well. One more for the spank bank. That's cool.
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dabihawks
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It isn't that Hawks doesn't know what Dabi looks like these days. The white hair reveal way back during the war was ridiculously dramatic, and there have been enough family pictures in the news afterwards to notice that most of his scars have been fading from a tortured plum color to beige and pinkish lavender. The raw seams have long since closed, so he doesn't need staples anymore, the raised knots and bumps don't stand out so starkly. His skin is never going to be smooth but at a distance you don't see that. Maybe Endeavor paid for a good cosmetic surgeon.
So in theory Hawks knows what Dabi looks like nowadays. And he knew Dabi and the rest of the ex-League of Villains were coming to the convention -- there was enough bitching about optics and security concerns and whatnot. But he still, instinctively, expects a rangy bastard with a blackest-night mop of hair, a long scene kid coat, and half his face very noticeably marked.
All that to say he only realizes the poor civilian stuck pacifying the predictable villain interruption is in fact a troll having fun when said voice catches a nearby mic.
"... absolute rule, you say? Yeah, that's pretty cool. How's it work?"
Dabi's voice is... Memorable. Probably due to screaming his vocal cords into well-frayed rope with semi-regularity all through his life; it makes Hawks' feathers shudder pretty uniquely.
And he's talking with the bad guy who's holding the convention center hostage like he's at a bar during happy hour, and also a sociable and friendly guy. Oh. Fuck. Damn it.
"Dabi, noo," he groans under his breath.
hgghfb.
POSTED: nada
IN PROGRESS:
-svsss cosplay fic (104 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 (320 words)
-bnha dabihawks crack oneshot (834 words)
ot4
--
Ichigo's shirt is riding up, too. Barely a sliver of skin, right over his hipbone. The notch where his thumb would settle so nicely.
"Anyway. When's the next festival? It maybe didn't suck."
Ichigo laughs in his face, eyes gleaming, already more relaxed. "You liked it, huh."
"I didn't mind it."
"You liked it." He waves a hand, magnanimous. "Oh well, I did too. We had better take some folding chairs so Nel doesn't have to stand for so long, though."
"And look for more cat fans!" Orihime exclaims. "Maybe goat fans. Sheep fans? Those will probably be easier to find..."
"Ohh, can I choose your kimonos next time?" Nel volleys back, and Orihime goes, "Only if I can choose yours!" and Ichigo nods and gives Grimmjow a faint smirk and Grimmjow knows, he knows he's trying to make him nervous about choosing something silly (there have to be some silly choices in his father's collection, the guy's shameless) but all he can think about is being dressed by one of them, and. This really isn't a kink Grimmjow knew he had.
Well. One more for the spank bank. That's cool.
--
dabihawks
--
It isn't that Hawks doesn't know what Dabi looks like these days. The white hair reveal way back during the war was ridiculously dramatic, and there have been enough family pictures in the news afterwards to notice that most of his scars have been fading from a tortured plum color to beige and pinkish lavender. The raw seams have long since closed, so he doesn't need staples anymore, the raised knots and bumps don't stand out so starkly. His skin is never going to be smooth but at a distance you don't see that. Maybe Endeavor paid for a good cosmetic surgeon.
So in theory Hawks knows what Dabi looks like nowadays. And he knew Dabi and the rest of the ex-League of Villains were coming to the convention -- there was enough bitching about optics and security concerns and whatnot. But he still, instinctively, expects a rangy bastard with a blackest-night mop of hair, a long scene kid coat, and half his face very noticeably marked.
All that to say he only realizes the poor civilian stuck pacifying the predictable villain interruption is in fact a troll having fun when said voice catches a nearby mic.
"... absolute rule, you say? Yeah, that's pretty cool. How's it work?"
Dabi's voice is... Memorable. Probably due to screaming his vocal cords into well-frayed rope with semi-regularity all through his life; it makes Hawks' feathers shudder pretty uniquely.
And he's talking with the bad guy who's holding the convention center hostage like he's at a bar during happy hour, and also a sociable and friendly guy. Oh. Fuck. Damn it.
"Dabi, noo," he groans under his breath.