remember the good olde days with those little print-at-home staple-bind zines? if you wanna experience the nostalgia in these trying times may I interest you in the hashiizu flower minizine I extorted from my amazingly talented friends: @beemosketches @silverutahraptor @craneace @writhingbeneathyou @good-grievance @maphel-n-doodles @codedredalert
This very cool and cute little minizine could be yours for the very affordable price of FREE / printing it at home.
🌺 get the digital version
🌺 get the A6 print version + 🌺 the sticker sheet
(Print instructions for zine: use A4 paper, recommended 90 gsm for laser/120 gsm for inkjet. Actual size, narrow margin, flip on long edge. After printing, cut pages in half and assemble. Staple the spine. Trim the edges.) (Print sticker sheet on sticker paper, actual size (1/4 of A4). Insert sticker sheet insert/ cut the stickers.)
We had a great time with this and hope you do too.
✨💮🌷 enjoy! send pictures! let us know how you liked it :) 🌷💮✨
Day 2: "Hokage" / Stolen (Gifted) Eyes / Serial Killer AU
Recognize Authority
Uncropped version here & Companion Ficlet under the cut written by @good-grievance
RATING: Explicit
PAIRING: Hashirama/Izuna
WARNINGS: Oral Sex, Paperwork gets disrespected (Scary!), Under The Desk Blow Jobs
“Have you ever considered that we’re breaking at least a dozen rules right now?” Izuna drawls loudly.
His voice echoes around the room, unheard by any but the Hokage’s secret ANBU guard, and the Hokage himself of course. Izuna’s answer is a long moan and fingers digging into his thighs, pushing his legs apart for easier access.
“Sitting in the Hokage’s chair, wearing the Hokage’s official hat- practically a crime really! Or it will be one when your guards bring it up to complain at the next official meeting,” Izuna continues. He likes the sound of his own voice. He also likes Hashirama’s lips wrapped around his dick.
He presses his toes into Hashirama’s thighs, just to feel the muscle tense and then yield beneath his feet. One hand reaches beneath the desk to grab a fist full of Hashirama’s long brown hair. It’s been a very productive day for Izuna. The control he has here is perfect.
Izuna tugs, hard. Hashirama’s moan is deep, but still he sucks, tongue flicking up and down to play with the head of Izuna’s cock.
“I’ll hear about it too you know, in whispers. Nobody dares say anything to the ANBU commander’s face, no, but it will make it’s way back to me in complaints. I think they’re just jealous.” He raises his voice on the last line and throws a look where he knows the famous Uzumaki seals mark Hashirama’s guards as unnoticeable to most of the village. “Bet you like it here too, under the desk, making me feel good,” Izuna sighs.
Hashirama slows down, pulling back to cast him a smile and place a soft kiss on his thigh. “It’s more fun than all that boring paperwork piling up on the side of the desk there.”
Izuna takes a moment to glance at the messy pile that has accumulated over the desk. “Oops,” he declares, leaning forward to sweep the pile onto the floor with his arm. The papers have not even settled on the floor when the office door opens and in walks Tobirama.
Tobirama pauses near immediately, paperwork clutched to his chest and frozen at the sight of Izuna wearing Hashirama’s Hokage hat.
“Where is Hashirama?” Tobirama asks with narrowed, suspicious eyes.
Izuna smiles wider, disconcertingly. “The Hokage isn’t here right now. Would you like me to pass on a message?”
The desk bucks wildly as Hashirama flails and perhaps even moves to rebuke Izuna, but by then Tobirama is already setting the paperwork on the floor and glaring hard. Izuna knows he’s not fooling anyone, least of all Konoha’s best sensor.
“If you see him; tell him that he’s not as discreet as he thinks he is,” Tobirama sighs deeply. “And that he should stop wasting time and get back to work.”
The door clicks closed and Izuna whines as Hashirama takes advantage of Izuna’s distraction to take him deep, swallowing around him in the most wonderful gift of sensation.
“Well,” Izuna says, breathless and fond. “You heard the man. You’ll just have to make me cum so you can get back to work.”
