kira

artist - taurus - occasional writer - 24 character portrait requests: open

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Hello friends! I wanted to share the link to my linktree so if you ever find yourself liking my art, and would like to see more, you can!

Further more, requests are always open! I take commissions of people and pets, but I usually draw comfort characters for fun. If you have a character you wanna see in my style, let me know!

🌱 Kira 🌱 | Instagram | Linktree

Taurus | Hufflepuff | INFP Freelance Artist 🪴 #blm #metoo #equality

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When they accuse me of being a man hater but 2 out of 3 of my cats are boys and I heavily fw itachi uchiha

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Levi Ackerman

You stood in the bathroom, frame stuck in the mirror. You poked and prodded at your skin, hating the excess amount you found with each touch. Your eyes scrutinized every imperfection, feeling tears rise as you couldn’t force yourself to look away.

Levi, who had just entered your apartment was confused when he didn’t find you waiting for him. He began to search, his body aching for yours. His fingers longed to touch you again, his brain ached with the need to smell your sweet scent. The bedroom was empty, as was the kitchen and living room. This left only the bathroom.

“Love, are you in there?” His voice rang out, a soft knock following. Panic arose in your chest. You already felt horrible, the last thing you wanted was for Levi to see you like this.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” You sniffled out, instantly catching his interest. He perked up, knowing that tone instantly. Something was wrong. Without waiting for permission he opened the door, finding you a tearful mess.

“What the fuck happened?” He asked, confusion in his eyes. You threw your hands up, turning back to the mirror. “I hate what I see, Levi. It’s not sexy… Hell it’s not even slightly desirable.” You mumbled, admitting your true feelings.

Levi tensed, pausing for a long moment before approaching you from behind. His hand wrapped around you, splaying across your stomach. “You see this? I love how you feel, how you react when I touch you.” He breathed, his other hand rising to cup your chin, forcing your gaze up to look at him. “I don’t give a shit what you think you see when you look in the mirror.” Levi murmured, eyes locked on yours through the mirror. “I know exactly what you look like. You are the most infuriatingly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Christ, you drive me crazy, you know that?” He asked, his voice stern.

His grip on you remains firm, his hand sliding down to your side. His fingertips press into the skin he’s defending, the skin you were prodding at moments ago. “I know every curve by heart. I could map this body in my sleep.” He followed, his grip on your chin loosening.

“Levi-“ you start, only to get cut off by him. “You think this is the face of a man who doesn’t adore every goddamn inch of you?” Levi’s confession hangs in the air like smoke, thick and unmistakable. His hands press into the swell of your hips, his eyes searching yours for any understanding. The bathroom feels smaller now, charged with the thick silence that hung in the air. You open your mouth to speak but no words come out, only more silence. This admission is so raw, so vulnerable, unlike anything Levi has said before.

“I’m not fucking around.” He finally says, breaking the long stretched silence. His grip on your hips makes it easy for him to spin you, forcing you to face him. He looks directly at you, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

“You really like what you see?” You asked, voice wavering and vulnerable. “You think I’d go through this much trouble if I didn’t?” He presses you gently into the counter, pinning you with his knee between your thigh.

“Need more proof?” He asked, crashing his lips onto yours with a bruising force. There’s nothing gentle about this kiss- it’s possessive, it’s claiming. Your knees weaken as he presses you further into the counter, trapping you between the cold tile and the searing heat of his body. His hands tighten in your hair, gently breaking the kiss. Levi’s eyes burn with restraint as he catches his breath, his chest heaving rapidly against yours. The hand on your waist tightens as he leans closer, his breath hot on your ear.

“You’re it for me, brat. It’s you or no one.”

His words are so raw, so open, so unlike him. That’s how you can tell he’s serious. Swallowing thickly you nod softly, eyes locked on his. “Thank you, Levi.” You breathe, only to be met with a glare.

“Don’t thank me. This isn’t about fucking gratitude. This is about the way you make me feel, about the way I can’t get enough of you.” The thin fabric of your shirt does nothing to mute the heat of his fingertips.

“I don’t want to hear this stupid shit from you again. You don’t just make me want you, you consume me. I think about you every fucking second. You’re under my skin, in my head.” His hand slips under the fabric of your shirt, fingertips burning as he splays his hand across your stomach once again, his touch warm and possessive.

His words hang in the air, swirling around you. The combination of his firm admissions and the way he has you pinned is making your head spin. Your hands shakily find his shoulders, holding tightly for support.

“You always know exactly what to say.” You murmur, feeling him pull you flush against his body. His lips find your neck, pressing a tender kiss to your pulse point.

“Find me next time you feel this way. I’ll show you exactly why you shouldn’t.” He promised, his words carrying the weight of several meanings.

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Levi Ackerman

You couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard you tried. Flashes of titans, the horrors of expeditions, crossed your mind endlessly, swirling into a chaotic mess that prevented any rest. Fallen comrades, bodies shred to pieces, all of it resurfaced each time you closed your eyes, giving you no time to even catch your breath.

You found yourself sitting up, pillow clutched to your chest tightly as the panic began to set in. Each heavy breath burned like fire, searing your dry throat along the edges. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall. Levi. You needed Levi.

Quick to your feet, you made your way through the barracks as silently as possible, not wanting to wake anyone else up. With one goal in mind you trailed through the hallways, stopping outside Levi’s door. Hesitation struck first. What if this just pissed him off? What if he woke up swinging? What if he flat out denied you and sent you packing with only your memories and your pillow in the dead of night? With a chest full of courage you pushed open the door, creeping to his bed.

“Levi, I can’t sleep. Can I sleep with you?” You whisper, hand gently shaking at his shoulder. He woke up instantly, head snapping in your direction. His hair was mussed, dark bags hanging under his tired struck eyes. Levi stared for a long moment before his voice came rumbling from his throat.

“Your own bed don’t cut it anymore? Go cry into your pillow or something.”

Despite his harsh words, he scooted over just a bit giving you enough room to slip in. Wordlessly you did, settling into the small cot next to Levi.

“What do you need from me?” He then asked, catching you off guard. With a soft shrug you looked at him through the darkness. What did you need that Levi could provide? It sure as hell wasn’t going to be affirmations or verbal comfort. He likely would tell you to grow up, learn to live with it and move on like a soldier.

“Just hold me maybe?” A simple ask, one Levi thought he could manage. Without a word he obliged, sliding an arm across your waist, pulling you slightly back into him. His body was warm, comforting. His hand splayed across your stomach in a manner that was almost possessive.

“Go to sleep now. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He promised, though his words sounded annoyed. That tone was one you were used to with Levi. You learned to read between the lines, find the true meaning and intent behind his words.

You nod softly, despite Levi not looking. Forcing your eyes shut you try to let sleep take over, the feeling of Levi’s arm bringing you a small sense of security. Your breathing finally evened out, your heart race slowing to a normal rate. His touch was grounding, helping you regulate through a panic attack. When he sensed you were finally asleep he pulled you a bit closer, wrapping himself fully around you from behind.

“Annoying.” He mumbled, though he didn’t move. Instead he clung just a bit tighter, finding your touch just as comforting. Perhaps he would actually sleep through the night with you tucked up in his arms like this.

The world might be shit, but having humanity’s strongest wrapped around you sure helped.

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HEY BESTIES ITS THAT TIME AGAIN. I NEED SOME REQUESTS PLS AND THANK YOU!! Preferably obey me or AOT as those are my current obsessions

Pls lend me those beautiful brains

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Sevika and a soft bimbo wife. That’s it, send post

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For the love of god someone figure skate to that French song from arcane. I’m begging

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NOBODY TALK TO ME. I CANT WITH THIS MAN.

WIP! To be colored soon, I swear

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CHOSO BRAIN ROT WIP EEEEEE

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King of being beautiful. Sketch vs full color Link

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Seb girlies where yall at. This man got me feral

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I’m obsessed with Sam and Seb (so sorry this is an Abigail hate club) so me and my hubby are working on making a playlist full of songs we think these two would perform! Some are more seb or Sam coded, but some are def them together.

PS I HAD TO PUT ROSES IN THERE BC I KNOW THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS SING IT CROSSFADED TOGETHER. NOTHING CAN CHANGE MY MIND

Anyways pls enjoy! If you have any similar playlist or song recs please share!

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What if I said I love Touya 💙

Colored vs Sketch

I love both the natural and dyed hair so WHY NOT BOTH

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No bc I’m onto something here with this WIP

…. I might just have Dabi brain rot actually

Also yall pls feel free to request characters yall wanna see in my art style! I love drawing comfort characters 🥹

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Hello helloo!!

The Zenji headcanon/oneshot has me on a deathgrip. I absolutely love the way you wrote him<3

So I'm here to humbly request possible Kaito headcanons or a drabble. Literally anything for the beloved boyfail. Maybe some comfort? He deserves all the cuddles, headpats and forehead kisses for the shit hes put through for simply being a little pathetic :[ That is all

feel free to ignore if you don't wanna write it <33 okok byee<3

thank you for doing gods work fr <3

WITH A REQUEST THIS DELIGHTFUL HOW COULD I REFUSE? YOU ARE SO KIND. I was lowkey scared I didn’t do Zenji justice, so I appreciate all of your kind words!!

Here is my take on a lil Kaito fluff/comfort!

Kaito Fuji

You had finally just made it out of class, an armful of books piled within your arms as you trailed through the halls, ready to return to your makeshift home and die for the night. You barely stepped outside when your phone began to buzz from within your pocket.

A soft hum escaped your lips as you retrieved it from your pocket, seeing a series of texts from Kaito.

‘I’m sick 🥵🥵’ the first one read.

‘I can feel my body growing weaker… the end is near 😵‍💫’ was the second one.

‘If only there was a pretty girl that could nurse me back to health 👀’ there it was, his true request.

You had to stifle a laugh as you pulled up his contact, dialing his number as you changed direction, heading towards his room instead.

‘Wow, took you long enough! What if I was dead?! This sickness could have taken me, and I’d never get to see your beautiful face again!’ His voice was a flurry of pure word vomit the second he answered your call, sobs in between each sentence.

“I’ll come take care of you, just rest Kaito!” You pleaded, hoping the tears would subside. However they doubled, the sound of him sniffling now accompanying the cries.

‘YOU ARE SOOOO NICE!’ His voice rang through the phone. As you neared his room you could hear the very same sobs echoing down the halls.

“I’m almost there. Try not to die, okay?” You offered, hanging up the phone before he could protest. When you reached his door, it flew open before you could even reach out to knock.

Kaito stood in the doorway, visibly sick; at least he wasn’t lying about that part. His face was all red, and puffy, his uniform a mess like his sweat stained hair. He was still crying, cheeks wet with fresh tears. He looked like a sad little puppy.

“Oh, my poor baby!” You cooed, voice dramatic as you swooped him into your arms. He embraced the affection, giving just a moment of side eye before diving back into your shoulder.

“Are you mocking me?” Came his muffled voice. You shook your head insistently, taking baby steps to guide him back to bed.

“Kaito! I would never! You are clearly on the verge of death!”

That was it. With a huff and another dramatic sob, he tore from your arms, body flying into the bed. He bundled into the blankets, hiding his face from you.

‘Im so pathetic even my own girlfriend makes fun of me!’ He sobbed out. What a poor, poor, dramatic boy.

You took the moment of his pouting as an opportunity to kick off your shoes. Careful not to step on any rogue limbs, you climbed into the bed next to him. Kaito looked up, his head peeking out from the blanket burrito he had turned himself into. When you met his gaze he began to inch closer like a little worm, nestling his head in your lap with a huff.

Your hand dropped down, rubbing idly along his blanket clad back. “Take a nap, Kai, I bet you’ll feel better when you wake up. I’ll stay here the whole time, pinky promise.” Your voice was convincing, as was the pinky you jutted out in his direction.

Kaito wiggled for a moment, unburying his arm to link his pinky with yours. Once he was satisfied he reburied it, resuming his burrito position on your lap.

“Nicest… girlfriend… EVER.” The words were accentuated with soft sobs, only calming down once your hand met his head. You raked your fingers through his hair, eyes focused on what little of his face was visible. Slowly the sobs died down, turning into soft snores. His body relaxed further into your legs, his messy blonde hair poking out of the blanket as drool dripped from the corner of his lips.

Kaito was a handful, but it was undeniable how cute he looked bundled up and in your lap.

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hiii hope you’re doing great! :) i was wondering if you could write about zayne reacting to the reader listening and singing along to like the weeknd or a song with rather explicit lyrics, like slow down or meddle about from chase atlantic (the song doesn’t matter you can choose whatever!) and reader just sings along really loudly in a car ride, it can be pure fluff or suggestive whatever you like and are comfortable with! gender neutral reader is fine w me but i’d prefer if you used fem (if that’s okay with u ofc)

thank you 💗💗

Hello! I’m doing great, and I hope you are as well!! I have no problem doing a fem reader 🥹

I hope you like what I came up with!!

Zayne

A set of narrow eyes flicker down to the bright phone screen held in his hand, reading the message that had popped up. It was from you, he knew that instantly because his phone was set to ding differently when you texted, ensuring he would never miss an opportunity to talk to you.

‘Waiting outside by your car, be quick! It’s cold 🥶’

A simple message, followed by a picture of you next to the car for proof, as if your every word wasn’t pure gospel to him. The photo was saved in an instant, hands sliding up to lock the phone before returning it to his pocket.

He kept his gaze forward, confident strides leading him down the familiar halls of the hospital. Each step brought him closer to you, his heart racing by the time he reached the exit. When he found his car, his focus shifted down to you, who was dancing happily around his car, phone in your hand as you recorded the moment.

His hesitation allowed him to take the moment in, commiting it to memory. With a curt shake of his head he continued the short journey, stopping in front of the drivers side door. As you spun around, your gaze locked on him, a wide grin rising to take up your features. He found it hard to not beam back, fighting the urge to reach out and pinch your cheeks. Instead he nodded, making a quick move to the opposite side of the car, opening the door for you.

“Get in, you’ll get sick if we don’t warm you up soon.” His voice was smooth and tempered, his hand darting out to cover the edge of the car so you could dip in safely. In the time it took him to close your door, and open his own, you had the aux chord, plugging it into your phone with a sweet smile.

Zayne simply observed, finding no reason to protest. As you lined up the queue, body wiggling in excitement, he leaned over. A large arm wound around you, grasping the seatbelt and pulling to fasten it in the hook. He gave it a gentle tug for good measure, before repeating the actions in his own seat.

“Oh Zayne, this song is sooo good!” You sung out, hands darting to crank the sound up. His eyes flickered seamlessly between you and the road, unable to miss even a moment of your light. He had a long day at the hospital, but just being near you made him feel better- your energy was infectious.

“Is it?” He quipped back, hands steady on the wheel. Your only response was a nod, readying yourself for your favorite verse. Your body swayed side to side, hands flying through the air.

Zayne couldn’t have been more grateful for a red light in his life, now having a chance to fully look at you. You were singing at top volume, the sound of your sweet voice filling the car and consuming his mind. You would be the death of him.

He let out a breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding in, eyes locked on you as you danced about. Every movement was so carefree, and so full of life- it was impossible to not get captivated. Zayne broke one hand free from the wheel, reaching out as you slowed down, now looking at him with a grin. Your hair was a mess around your face, chest heaving slightly as you struggled to catch your breath after putting on a one man show. Slender fingers met your cheek, gently guiding your hair back to clear your view.

“I think I like this song.” He spoke, his usual intense stare nothing but a soft and warm pool of fondness. Zayne was pulled back to reality abruptly, the car stuck behind the two of you honking. He had been so lost in admiring you that he hadn’t even noticed the light turning green.

He cleared his throat, a diffusing cough flying out. You were a giggling mess, returning to your dancing in an instant. His body shifted back forward, focusing on the road, using it as an excuse to regain some composure. He could feel his ears burning, and he was hoping it was dark enough you wouldn’t notice.

Zayne decided in that moment you would be in charge of the aux chord permanently.