#demonjow

[kittiemitties]

Howdy ho there are some Fun Things that got manifested recently and I couldn’t keep my mitts out of it

The fic that manifested is unfolding over here and it’s SO good already

[poundcakecrm]

more old art, forever obsessed with this design ... 💜

[wulvercazz]

Grimmichi Pride Week Day 3 - Bleach Brave Souls

There’s a lot going on in this one lmao— Grimmjow just wants the impostors to stay away from what’s his 😤

[heirasuuu]

Something which I did for a contest.

This outfit is gorgeous. Too perfect.

I will be probably regretting about the way I did this picture, I usually don’t like my drawings much and I think they are not good enough. But well, let it be, I like this one in some way though I already see some handicaps.

A gentle reminder that I am more active on my Instagram. Just search there for “hellaeris”.

[murderlight]

[teaser] bbs/grimmichi ficlet

since i’m a rotten disappointment when it comes to deadlines but i don’t want to be leaving everyone empty-handed on grimmichi day, here’s a little teaser snippet from the start of my newest ficlet. 

it will help if you have knowledge of the ‘spirit society’ storyline in bleach brave souls, but basically: demon grimmjow wasn’t nearly as terrifying as the real deal in ichigo’s world, and teamed up with him to save rukia’s life (and retrieve a stolen gem). ichigo has a hard time coming to terms with any grimmjow that could help him so readily, and so...this fic started growing legs. 

this isn’t close to being finished because a quick cute ficlet became something a little more dense. story of my life! 

hope you enjoy the opening--just til the real thing comes along. ♥

Autumn was a pretty time of year in Karakura. With summer fading and all its humidity traded for a cooling chill in the air, the town slowly turned red and yellow and copper as leaves shivered and quietly dropped one by one. Festivals were popular that time of year, and while Ichigo usually ended up dragged along to one event or another in the past, he saw a strangely free stretch of days ahead of him that year. Hell, a lot of his days were kinda free lately. For Ichigo, autumn meant something other than festivals and impromptu get-togethers with his friends. It meant something else to Kon, too, though neither of them had ever really mentioned it again. There was too much uncertainty about what had really happened. But the green-tipped feather Ichigo had found on his shoulder that day said that whatever was out there was real, and that meant their whole mystical journey to another world had been too. The Spirit Society. Kon had figured it had to be some kind of mirror world, or parallel universe for spirits. But instead of shinigami and hollows, there had been youkai spirit clans. Tengu. Kitsune. Oni. No Hueco Mundo. Just a deep dark cave at the base of a mountain, and a version of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez who’d helped him save Rukia’s life. Who’d handed over one of his coveted magical gems simply because Kon was pissing him off. Who’d agreed to leave his self-imposed exile long before he’d sworn he would, just to help Ichigo get the gem back and fight at his side. Grimmjow, the scrappy brawler at heart, helped him end a conflict before it had even started. The more Ichigo thought about it afterwards the more impossible it seemed, feather or not. It had been three years since that strange day, and for three years Ichigo hadn’t been able to get a grumpy blue hermit of a demon out of his head. So when the anniversary of their accidental trip rolled around again, Ichigo packed a small, inconspicuous bag of items and told Kon what he was about to do.