#also please send me requests my creativity is running thin please god

[undyingpeculiarity]

Digital art once again filling me with deep white hot rage (Sorry for all the drarry these boys are once again living rent free in my mind palace)

[thewheezingwyvern]

Heres a challenge. Pixie/fairy Dabi, or even angel dabi! Something uncharacteristic for his personality xD

Oooh Nons lemme tell you I had a blast with this one. Tickled my brain just write that I was able to just bang this out in a few hours. Gotta give a shout out to @trafalgar-temptress for  helping me brainstorm on this. Really helped me get my creative juices flowing juuuuuuuuust right.

ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪

Yandere!Angel!Dabi x F!Reader

Kinks/Warnings: Noncon (implied and groping), imprisonment, kidnapping, nudity

As you can see by the warnings this is dark adult content. Minors DNI.

The first time you had ever seen him, it was next to Shouto and the most striking thing about him was his eyes. Brilliant hued sapphires that were more vivid than the sky. Ethereal almost. But every time thereafter they seemed to glow a little brighter. A little darker. A little less holy in their shine. They were almost too much to look at, blinding as they were bathed in sacred light. Shouto especially. Even his feathers shone almost like mirrors catching and magnifying the moon’s rays until they were searing.

But Touya, his light was more muted. Still bright but easier for your eyes to handle. That should have been a sign to you, for the easier an angel is to look at, the farther from grace he has become. And Shouto’s older brother became easier and easier to watch with every passing meeting. By the time you learned the truth about him it was already far too late.

The first time he saw you, it was hatred that pulsed through him. Always the favored one, you were just one more pretty thing that his brother got to have. Another way that Shouto was “better” than him. Thoughts of murder curled in the front of his mind, watching your broken mortal body fracture beneath his rage until you were nothing but a splintered wreck for Shouto to see. Until he noticed that you looked at him far more than his perfect sibling. That was the single drop of poison that bloomed in the wine, steeping him in more greed, lust and envy than he had ever tasted before.

In a way, you were the final shove to Touya’s fall.

The crashing sound of tumultuous waves against a rocky face was the first thing to greet you when you woke. Brine and breeze drifted in and wrapped around your prone form huddled under a thin blanket. The air was filled with a moan, a mournful howl that seemed to be crying for you as you stirred. You were no longer at home in the safety of your own bed, that was apparent when you drew more into consciousness and found yourself curled on a pile of thick pillows. But the detail that struck to your heart that you weren’t home was what you saw first.

Golden bars inlaid with pearl. 

They wove intricately into a gorgeous dome, twisting into a cage to keep you confined as the ocean crashed in the background. Beyond the confines of your prison you could see the open mouth of a cave that you had been tucked away into, one that opened out to face the wide open sea. Even from your spot tucked back in the corner you could tell that it was far too high for you to risk jumping even if you did manage to escape your cage. Your prison should have been a dank, dark and wet place but there were braziers placed in various nooks, burning with holy fire to help sheath the cave in a warmth that kept it cozy.

Lanterns were strung into the roof, also flickering with sacred fire to help ward off the damp. There was even some chairs, a plush rug and an exquisite tapestry strung up on the far rocky wall. Had you not been locked up, silver shackles also twisted around your ankles to further trap you, you might have enjoyed this space as a little hide away from the world. There wasn’t much to do since you were alone and the cage was far too strong for you to force open on your own. So all you could do was wait.

When the sun was sinking beyond the line of the horizon, Touya finally appeared. A dark glee curled in his chest when he saw the sheer look of relief that washed over your face when you caught sight of him. Already he could taste the hope bursting from you, a sweet little treat for him to savor before he got to rip it from your grasping hands. You collapsed against the cage, fingers wrapping against the bars as you peered out at him with teary eyes.

“Touya, I’m so happy it’s you! I don’t know how I got here but I’m glad you found me! You have to get me out of here.”

“Don’t worry, Doll. I’ll let you out.”

Hope was also the thing that blinded you from the wicked glow in his eyes, the slow lap of his tongue across his lips at the thought of you realizing far too late that you were trapped by him when he held you against him. Relief was the next thing that blinded you when he unlocked the cage, completely glossing over the detail that he had the key in his pocket. Touya folded you up into his arms when you collapsed against his chest, sobs wracking your body, feathered wings arching to cover you. 

“Shouto must be worried sick!” you muttered into his chest, “How long have I been gone?”

“Two days. He’s losing his mind right now.”

Your face was buried into his chest so you couldn’t see the razor grin that had split across his gorgeous face. For good measure, he cupped a hand to the back of your head, murmuring soft comforting words to you as you quaked in his arms. It was important he savored this. It was going to be the last time for a long while before you would willingly touch him again. 

“Please take me home…”

Touya chuckled darkly, “Awww you don’t like it here?”

He watched you lift your tear stained face up, staring up at him with bewildered eyes. A thumb swiped gently at the stroke of your cheekbones before hooking down to trail along your jaw. Confusion mottled your expression before the first prick of fear flickered in your eyes. The way your mouth hung open made him want to kiss you breathless, crush you to him until you were pounding at his chest to let you go and even then go further.

“No! Why would I want to stay here in a cage?!”

“But you look so pretty in there, Dollface.”

The dark angel captured your wrists in his hands as you started to back away from him, hauling you closer. Fear burst even brighter in your eyes, your whole form quaking in his grasp. The sight made his cock twitch, breath panting ragged from his lips as you squirmed.

“T-Touya? This isn’t funny! Take me home.”

“Sorry babes. This is your home now.” the way all the hope withered in your eyes when you realized he was your captor had his blood running hot, “Poor little Shouto is just going to have to do without.”

Touya dipped his dark head down before he started leaving scorching hot kisses to your exposed neck. You trembled and thrashed but you just did not have the strength to break free of him. Just how he liked it. Roughly he whipped you around and pulled you back to chest against him, hooking his left arm around your arms to imprison them behind your back. A whimper escaped you as his free hand closed over your neck in a warning grip before sliding slowly down towards your collarbones.

“St-stop it! Touya, please!”

“God’s not here, sweetheart. So you don’t have to pretend to be so pure and innocent now. I saw the way you kept your eyes on me more than Shouto. He was too bright. Too pure for you to handle. Fact is, you craved a bit of darkness didn’t you?” he whispered wickedly into your ear, a hand groping at your right breast through the silky shift you were clad in, “My brother doesn’t deserve you and I’ve decided that I’m going to keep you. You’re mine now.”

A finger and thumb pinched your nipple through the silken fabric, pulling a choked cry from your throat. A rock hard cock rutted against the curve of your backside, summoning up his own groan of pleasure. At first he had wanted to steal you away from perfect little Shouto, the shining son, out of spite. To take away one of the things he wanted the most and wreck you. But the more time went on, the more Touya wanted you for himself. Why break such a delicious creature when he could just take you and keep you? It would stroke the wicked green eyed devil that had started to grow within his chest and also lash out the prodigal son.

“Touya please don’t do this!” you begged, a loud moan escaping you when his hand shot down to rub against your clit, “Ah-! Please! I-I won’t tell anyone if you let me go-”

The sounds of your begging unleashed a clash of emotions in him. On the one hand, hearing your voice break and plead him made his dick twitch against the curve of your ass. It was a delicious little sound and he wanted to hear more from you. But it also sparked a deep rage in him. Touya went through all of this trouble, stealing some of Heaven’s prized metal work to fashion a cage for you here. Spent months scoping out the perfect place to keep you so you couldn’t escape and no one could find you. He had even taken the extra steps to try and make it comfortable. 

“Ingrateful whore.” he snarled, tearing open your shift to bare your form to the seaside air. Any trace of gentleness he had shown before evaporated when he shoved you face first against the side of the gilded cage, “Take a good long look at this cage. Because this and me is the closest you’ll ever get to those pearly fucking gates again.”

You wondered where it had all gone wrong. Wondered how he could do something so awful to you and his brother. He was an angel, one of the holy ones, it wasn’t supposed to be this way at all. Shouto made it easy for you to forget that they could fall just like anyone else. That they could be fallible and prone to corruption.

Afterall, every demon is an angel that’s fallen from grace.

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[likesomekindofcheese]

Hii! Can I request a male marvel and harry potter (golden trio or marauders era please) ship/matchup if you’re still doing them?

I am 5’7”, cancer, Slytherin, ENTP, enneagram type 8, very thin body type (i got nothing😭) hecking pale, brown hair and red highlights, and hazel eyes that change color. My main traits are chaotic, sassy, sarcastic, dramatic, and according to people I know, mean af. I’m a straight female and a raging feminist. I am secretly touch-starved and a hopeless romantic. I am pretty social but love being alone to have time to myself for reading, writing, drawing, playing video games, and listening to music. Some of my worst traits are selfishness, stubbornness, and jealousy. Some of my good traits are my intelligence, logical thinking, creativity, and humor I guess. My strongest emotions are rage and excitement. I am Pagan/Wiccan and have an unhealthy obsession with collecting rocks and shells (and reading fanfics but let’s not worry about that🥴) I’m Moldovan and Romanian is my first language. I get like either no sleep or sleep until noon and I’m a big over-thinker and have anxiety. Believe me or not, but I can in fact see auras (if I concentrate but also sorta unfocus my eyes kinda; it’s weird) I’m a pretty chill person but if you anger or provoke me the only advice I have is to run🙂

Well that was a mess. I hope it was good enough, no rush!

Some sparkle for you✨✨✨

Oh lord!!! Let me send sparkles back!✨✨✨🥺

For Harry Potter, I can see you with Sirius Black!!

First of all, when he initially notices that you are in Slytherin and he is in Gryffindor, he is hesitant. You might be super attractive to him with your eyes with a magic of their own, your thing body that looked amazing in the robes and clothes you chose, and especially with your skin and hair, but he tried to resist it.

It was when he found you in the library listening to music somehow on a muggle device that curiosity got him.

But your chaos and sass as you got over the House rivalry deal made him fall. In one of your later years (this is a slow burn, I know), you sassed off a jerk doing something awful in the hallway. And that was the moment he decided he wanted to kiss you.

So one evening, he asked you out. And you had your first kiss as a couple on a winter’s evening, as the snow trickled down. You turned red and your breathing almost stopped. You were so unused to physical touch and you explained that to him. He understood.

Sirius would cuddle you all the time, holding your hand-just to make you smile. When you have trouble falling asleep, he will plop you on the couch and you will write and draw and cuddle until you snooze away.

When he finds out about the auras thing, he asks you about his. He then has you look at the auras for everyone else and he stands amazed. He brags about you to the Marauders and even they are shook (tm).

Plus even beyond school, both of you are the Chaotic, cute couple. You dress in silly costumes and laugh a lot. Even if you stay up late goofing off, he will still dance you around the room and kiss you like that love struck Gryffindor boy from years ago.

For Marvel, I thought of a couple guys, but my gut is telling who it should be and I trust it, for Marvel, I ship you with...

Loki Laufreyson!!! (however you spell that last name!)

hahahahha after that season finale he needs someone really nice to get with after he gets some therapy after those events hahhahahah hahahahha *distant crying* 

Anyways, but both of you sound very similar. Plenty of chaos and sass in your personalities. When he comes up with a prank, you just...roll around with it. Then you go to him (if you are a Midguardian, let’s say you hang around the Avengers somehow and get to meet him through Thor) and go “hey...can you do this?” So you wind up becoming a prank duo.

But the thing that is different is that you don’t put up with his bullshit. He got an asshole idea, and the second you found out you pulled him out of it with a tug on the ear (you’re tall for a woman, but he is still pretty big next to you) and he goes “OW, what was that for?” 

“Don’t you realize what this is doing?! Stop it, now!” you insist, and he does. Because he respects your anger and your strength.

And it struck him that he was moved. Moved by a mere mortal...and in fact, he keeps trying to be a better man, er, Frost giant/demi-god...because you make him want to be better. Cut to Thor finding a pile of self-help books on Asguard and his brother walking around with one in his nose.

But he is surprisingly sweet with your anxiety. When you have an attack when he’s around, he takes your hand and shushes you. He even uses a bit of magic to conjure something relaxing, like rain or the odd mug of tea.

Thor ships it too. So finally he sets you up by tossing his hands in the air when you are together and says “Loki, you love her, and she’s crazy about you-court already before I shove you both together, dammit!” (he was never one for subtlety) while pushing you two close as if to kiss or dance while you both blush. Publicly admitting your feelings with the god of thunder watching.

Although being a mortal dating a god had its odd challenges. Like, having him turn into a fly so your friends or family wouldn’t catch him in your room. Or dealing with Odin and Frigga at the dinner table. Both of you learned so much about the other’s lives that you could respect each other.

Plus, being a god and having access to knowledge around the world, he would be able to talk with you in Romanian. Calling you all sorts of sweet pet names like iubi or sufletel.

[lilyswritings]

Nightmares

anonymous requested: Can u do a hella fluffy Jim Kirk x Reader where the reader gets nightmares and she wakes up screaming and she doesn't know Kirk likes her but he comes running in all scared and just comforts her? Sorry if this is confusing ...

author’s note: this is kind of short! I’ve been having a little bit of a creative block recently, meaning I haven’t drawn anything in a long time, which is a big deal for me, and I haven’t been able to write for a while. So, I found a prompt that really spiked my interest, and well, here it is! Hope you enjoy. (GOD I LOVE JIM KIRK. Send me more prompts for him, because I will never be over him) Also - I think this is the only oneshot I’ve ever written, edited, and posted, all within like, two hours. Boom.

Jim Kirk x Reader

   The desert landscape stretched around you for miles and miles, all dry earth and stormy sky. You’d been warned that the planet was barren, but you hadn’t been expecting something as desolate as this. Your hand hovered over your mouth with your communicator as your eyes danced warily over the distance. 

   “This is Lieutenant Y/L/N to the Enterprise. There’s nothing here. I’m not sure what happened... The distress signal must have come from other coordinates.” You spoke, spinning in a circle to make sure you hadn’t missed anything.  

   Suddenly, a deep rumbling emanated from the rocky earth below you, and your eyes widened as you stared down at your feet, the ground cracking below your worn boots. You stumbled backwards, glancing around to find that it was happening all around you, dust beginning to rise and swirl into the dark sky.

   “Lieutenant Y/L/N to Enterprise! Something is happening, some kind of earthquake! Beam me up!” You shouted into your communicator, but there was no reply, no golden beams of light pulling you away from the planet. 

   “I repeat; beam me up! I believe I’m in danger!” Again, silence.

   “PLEASE!” You screamed into the device as the ground began to shake violently, sending you lurching around as the sky seemed to darken around you, swirls of dust sticking to your clothes and clouding your vision. 

   “Anyone! Jim, Nyota, anyone! Scotty, please!” You screamed again, and suddenly, the ground stopped moving. It took a moment for you to blink the haze out of your eyes, wiping messily at the tears you didn’t realize you had shed, and you looked at the cracked ground expectantly.

   There was something moving in one of the larger cracks, just below your feet. Your eyebrows tugged together, your heart pounding, and you found yourself leaning down to look into the crack. You narrowed your eyes, getting closer and closer to the ground, when a hand shot out of the crack, missing your face by an inch. 

   You screamed, heart thudding in your ribcage as something crawled out of the crack, sending you scrambling away. When the head crested the opening your heart dropped in your chest and you shook your head violently. Scotty, still in a red Starfleet shirt, stared at you with dead, cloudy gray eyes. 

   He continued to pull himself out, and you scrambled farther away, standing up and turning to run when you smacked into another figure. Jim stared at you, skin pale and tinged with blue, and you screamed again as his hand shot out and grabbed your shoulder.

   You wake with a start, chest heaving, but as soon as your heart rate slows you see a figure run into your room and you snatch your phaser off the nightstand, flicking on your light and aiming your weapon at the entrance before dropping it to the bed with a sigh.

   “Jim?” You ask tiredly, squinting at his figure in the doorway - you notice that he’s holding up his own phaser, his hair messy as ever and his blue eyes wide and panicked, darting around your room. After a moment, he seems to realize there is no danger and he lowers his weapon.

   “Sorry... I, uh, I heard you scream.” He says, and with a jolt you remember that his room is next door to yours. You also remember that all you’re wearing is a very thin night shirt, and he’s not even wearing a shirt.

   “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I’d screamed out loud.” You apologize, tugging the covers up, but he shakes his head. 

   “I thought you were... I thought something had happened.” He states, and you notice the genuine concern in his voice. “Are you okay?” 

   “Fine. It was just a nightmare. I’m... I’m okay.” You force, but as you look at his face a flash of your dream comes back, showing his dead eyes and cold hand gripping your shoulder. Jim must notice the fear that floods your eyes because he crosses the room swiftly, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking over at you. 

   “Do you want to talk?” He offers, and you shake your head but your body betrays you as the tears begin to fall and you hunch forwards, a sob wracking your body. 

   “Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here. I’d never let anything happen to you.” Jim soothes you but it doesn’t help and you shake your head amidst the flowing tears.

   “It’s not - I’m not worried about anything happening to me! You were dead, Jim! I saw it!” You sob, and his eyes widen before narrowing quickly. He leans over, cupping your face with one hand and wiping away your tears with the other, kind blue eyes meeting yours.

   “I’m right here. I’d never leave you, okay?” Jim says softly and you glance upwards, forcing yourself to stop sobbing. You nod shakily, and he pulls you towards him, enveloping you in his arm as you lean your head on his shoulder. Minutes pass - maybe even an hour, with you cradled in his arms and him rocking you softly. 

   When your eyes begin to flutter closed you register him laying you back onto the bed, the soft sheets coming up and falling onto you. You feel his warm fingers stroke the hair from your forehead, and when he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead you notice him begin to step away.

   Your hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist, and his eyes meet your widened ones. “Don’t leave me.” You whisper, and he shakes his head, pulling himself under the covers with you. 

   “Never.” He promises, draping an arm over you, and your eyes flutter shut again, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful sleep.