“Good morning, remember to kiss her demons in the morning along with her angels..”

She is a multifaceted individual that deserves love, all of her.. not just the parts that you pick and choose but ALL of her - eUë

tinypaint:

Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of my webcomic, a very special thank you to everyone who’s supported my work for a decade now ;_;

I’ve started streaming my art on twitch where you can watch my VTuber and make webcomic panels, work on book stuff, make other art, or sometimes play games. Follow me there and tune into the streams for the most updates on everything I’m making.

lolitanora:

qtgirl:

Another one from last year when I was with everything with the Aus

It’s supposed to be an Au with medieval epic theme/aesthetic or something like that, and in a war between “Angels” and “Demons” because I like tragedy

Life feels like…

petri808:

Angst/Fluff+Angel/Demon Drabble @bkdkweek

They’d known the risks of being a hero… knew that death was a high possibility, especially with the level of villains they were sent after. It was a miracle they’d lasted this long— pure spite and determination often kept their bodies alive…

But if there’s one certainty of life, it’s death.

‘Don’t!’Izuku screams… his last word as the blast hit Katsuki square and he can only watch as the man’s body is incinerated. ‘KACCHHAAAN!!—’

Izuku’s body lurch’s upward as his high-pitched scream echoes in the empty room. “NOOO!!” His head slumps forward, chest still heaving wildly as he relives the nightmare. He slams his clenched fists onto the bedding, then gripped tightly to the blanket. “FUCK! Why’d you leave me, Kacchan?!”

But there’s no answer in his silent bedroom, no response to his question by the dead of night surrounding him. Izuku’s eyes clamp closed as the tears leach through their corners. It has been two months since the death of his best friend and love, and all he is left with are the memories… and of nightmares, replaying in his dreams that final moment over and over… They’d known the risks. Fine. But that didn’t mean they were truly ready to endure the consequences. Clearly, Izuku is not able to deal with the death of Katsuki Bakugou.

“I can’t do this on my own, Kacchan…”

“Ugh, even in death I’m stuck holding your hand.”

The sudden booming voice he knows all too well, causes Izuku to sit straight up— eyes spanning the dark room wildly looking for its source. Is he going crazy? Is he hearing a ghost?! “W-Who’s there?!” Surely, it couldn’t be real!

“Who the fuck do you think it is nerd?”

“K-Kacchan?!” Izuku shakes his head in utter confusion. “Impos-sible! You’re dead! I’m hearing things. I must be hallucinating from the lack of sleep— Oww!”

The loud smack across Izuku’s face is real alright. His eyes flash wide, hand quick to cradle his stinging cheek as the lamp beside his bed is turned on— and there standing beside the bed is… “y-you’re not Kacchan?” the confusion evident in his tone, for the man doesn’t look exactly like his love. Maybe just a tiny bit… deep crimson eyes, and certainly the angry expression, but for starters this man has straight, dark-colored hair!

“Tch.” The strange male sat on the edge of the bed. “No shit I don’t look the same, my body got destroyed remember. They just gave me this one.”

Izuku simply stares at the stranger, eyes blinking, but nothing processing behind the gaze. He reached out tentatively and pokes the strangers arm and hits a solid form. Still unbelieving. He then pinches himself to see if he is still just dreaming.

The stranger reacts by leaning close and flicking Izuku’s forehead hard, gaining a loud oww. “This is really happening nerd, so get used to it.”

“B-but… But you can’t be here. My Kacchan is dead.”

“Call me a zombie, a demon, I don’t care. All I know is after I died, they sent me back.”

“They?”

“I heard multiple voices, but couldn’t see who was talking. Next thing I know—” Katsuki shrugs. “I’m here.”

“Why would they send you back?”

“Pfft! Isn’t it obvious?! It’s cause you can’t cope!” Katsuki sighs. “I don’t know what I am. Flesh and blood, yet I don’t feel human.”

Izuku slumps back against the headboard. There are so many questions running through his mind but they are too jumbled to know where to begin. The love of his life is now… “Bakemono…”

Katsuki stands up. “More like an Angel, you idiot, or demon, take your pick.”

Izuku gasps as a pair of large feathery blood red wings manifests, stretching out wide behind his love. He scrambles from the bed, stumbling in shock and curiosity, reaching out to touch them. “Oh… wow…” They weren’t there a second ago! He moves around behind Katsuki, examining and muttering about impossibilities. So engrossed is Izuku, he shrieked from surprise when the wings vanish as quickly as they’d manifested. “Wait! I was still looking—”

“Oh, get over it! It won’t be the last time you see them.”

Izuku pouts, but acquiesces and sits down on the bed. “So, now what Kacchan?”

“For starters, you can’t be calling me that in public or people will think you’ve gone crazy.”

“Oh… right…”

“Only you and I know it’s me… sort of, on the inside, but it’s not my body anymore.”

“Then what do I call you? Are you staying here? What are you going to do? Do you still have a quirk? What about—”

Katsuki cut him off. “First off, yes, I’m staying here, so if people ask, you have a new roommate. No, I don’t have a quirk but I do have some abilities. We’ll figure out more later. But now, you need to go back to sleep cause you work in the morning.”

Izuku whined from fears born of loss and desperate not to lose this connection if it is in fact all a dream. “But—”

“Not but— sleep!”

“Bu—”

“Yes,” Katsuki answers the question he knows burns in Izuku’s heart. “I’m just gonna change into something more comfortable. You never threw my stuff away yet, have you?”

Izuku shakes his head, no. Of course, he couldn’t part so soon with anything. Now satisfied that his love isn’t going anywhere, he climbs back under the covers. “I’m sorry you couldn’t rest because of me, Kacchan. But I’m happy you’re here.”

Katsuki grunts a smile before leaving the room. His death had been so sudden, he too is happy to have a second chance with the love of his life. After changing into pjs, he crawls into bed and pulls the sleeping Izuku close to his chest. A soft kiss to the man’s forehead eliciting a sigh and smile. He didn’t know the true reason he was sent back to protect this man, but whatever it was… pity the villain who dared to ruin this second chance.

Daemons-xxx

I love no man for the way he silence my demons, but for the way his demons dances with mine

noxequusart:

In the beginning

hi everyone! <3

thanks to your advice, I decided to translate my first novel into English to allow as many people as possible to read it.

the first translated chapter has just been published and I will try to publish a new one once a week or so (my studies could alter the schedules, please be understandable).

after saying that, I leave you the link below of the English version of the book.

every little support is appreciated, I care a lot. hope you like it.

thanks to everyone, love u <3

The Chosen One - English version

Hi there.

Me again, trying to reach out to anyone. If you are willing, could you read 2 chapters of the story I’ve written. I just need feedback. You can find it here. You don’t have to spend any money on it. Like I said, I just want some feedback. :) Thank you.

If you want, I can look at your stories as well.

The darkness within

Hope you enjoy it. I have so many ideas.

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