#Airanke

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Alright I did it, I made an ask blog for Abiteth/Dante and my iterations of Touya/Dabi.

It's not ready yet so I'm not gonna tell ya'll what it is, because I might not even use it!!! We'll see.

I do kind of wish I could just start over with an entire new online identity but it takes too long to build something up, and even though I don't get much interaction anymore on my main socials anywhere, it will be nice to at least have my Airanke blog as a sort of jumping off point.

[airanke]

High key debating if I should rebrand myself as "dabisair" because I KEEP SEEING SO MANY BLOGS WITH "dabis--" IN THEIR HANDLE AND I LIKE IT

BUT ALSO I HAVE BEEN AIRANKE FOR YEARS.

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i saved it.

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I AM A MEMBER OF SILLYVILLE!!!!

Sillyville

citizens of Sillyville:

@aubrey-melinoe (add on to this!)

me

requested citizens (you all are very silly and unhinged and we love you. requested citizens may tag other people to be citizens, please send an ask or dm to either one of us if you would like to be added as an official citizen.):

@liviavanrouge, @ryu--19, @quimichi, @airanke, @somewhere-diamond, @blurred-antics,

[pebsterino]

lineart style for @airanke ❤

[dabisqueen]

This is so Rockstar Dabi

Thanks @airanke for showing me this picture!

[so-mordor-itis]

ocean, leon :D

I had this with Death Island Leon or Vendetta Leon in mind!

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He's dreaming of the ocean.

While it takes a while for his mind to register the fact he's dreaming, he can still taste the salt from the water as it is blown across the sand, feel the grain in his toes. He wonders when exactly in the dream he took off his sandals; he looks around for them, but doesn't spot them anywhere. Leon looks down and then feels a rush of cold swallow his ankles. The tide is like clockwork, swerving back and forth, grabbing at the sand but is then pulled back as if it's desperately reaching for him.

"Hey," a soft but foggy voice calls to him. It's familiar.

Leon blinks, turning his head around to see a figure. He squints, trying to identify the mysterious person. It's you.

Wait, you? What are you doing here?

"Did I lose you?" You ask him with such concern, he's beginning to question what this is. He can't wrap his brain around it, even as he thinks hard. Why are you here? Why is he on the beach, dreaming of something he shouldn't be dreaming?

"Uh, maybe." His tongue is moving for him, as if he's not entirely in control.

You roll your eyes playfully. "Come on, Lee. You're supposed to be having fun. It's your only weekend off, remember?"

He hasn't had a weekend off in at least three years.

"Yes, I know," his lips move again, but it feels so foreign. Is this what it feels like to be a ghost in your own body? "Old habits, you know. Can't kill them off just yet."

You carry an emotion in your eyes, but he can't read it. A small smile spreads across your mouth. You walk up to him slowly and he feels his heart pick up speed.

"It's okay to let your guard down this time," you kiss his cheek, telling him he really is, in fact, dreaming. And suddenly he feels ill. He feels you dusting something off his shoulders. Sand, probably.

He feels himself move again, completely out of his control this time. His brows furrow and his mouth flattens, but his cheeks won't stop flaming.

Leon awakens with a jolt. His eyelids slowly blink as he's slapped with consciousness. He turns his head over to see his alarm clock pointing red numbers in his direction, but he doesn't pay attention to the time. He's in control of his body again.

He groans, lifting himself up to take in his surroundings. He's no longer on the beach, no longer dealing with sand between his toes. No longer sensing your presence.

What was that? He's never had a dream like that before.

He allows himself to flop back on top of the sheets, fingers splayed out, feeling the fabric. An odd prick pokes at this chest. Part of him wants to close his eyes and see if he could dream that again. Part of him knows it wouldn't come back to him.

Leon runs a hand through his hair, possibly ruining his bedhead more than sleep did.

He laughs dryly. Was he seriously still dreaming of you, even now? Even after you told him, as softly as you could, that you couldn't be his anymore? (He hates the fact he can still smell the salt, feel your lips on his cheeks.)

It's been a few years, maybe he should call you.

He shakes his head. You were gone.

He should accept it.

He should.

His fingers itch, and then he caves. He dials your number and then he hovers over the call button before biting at his lip. This is stupid. He's stupid.

It's dialing.

He knows you won't pick up this late at night, but the urge took control. He wonders if he's not completely sober yet.

"Hello?"

He freezes, then hangs up.

Not yet. He can't confront you yet. Can't deal with the possibility of hearing disappointment in your voice at the fact he even called you at all.

He'll try again some day.

Maybe when he's sober.

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@seraphiism , @leonskillshot , @uhlunaro , @madeholyy , @tosuckmyweenis , @boiled-onionrings , @izuniias , @honeyfict , @konigbabe , @justonemore-fic, @mandalhoerian , @airanke , @azul-marie , @favouritereadings , @starbirdfinch , @universal-imagines

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love. 🥀🖤

(Thank you for the tag @dynamars) 🪷

Although at the moment there are only two to be published here are my stories

My Hogwarts Accademia {DabixFem!ReaderxShigaraki}

Set in the famous school of witchcraft and wizardry, the story follows the protagonist as she begins to navigate the dangerous world of magic in which her parents have disappeared, but she won't be alone: ​​Dabi and Shigaraki will become two very important people to her...

A Song of Love and Blue Fire - [work in progress] - {DabixFem!Reader}

You are Princess Fuyumi's lady-in-waiting. Even though she is two years younger than you, you have a very close relationship with her and her family. Only Prince Touya keeps his distance from you, but you can't blame him, he likes another kind of women and he is the heir to the throne, you are just his sister's lady-in-waiting. Life in the palace goes by quietly, Princess Fuyumi's birthday is upon us, it promises to be a very important celebration for the royal family and for the nobility. But something doesn't go as planned and suddenly you find yourself having to pass out a conspiracy against the royal family and working closely with Prince Touya and his attendants.

Egyptian Tales - [work in progress]

Four very spicy one-shots with an ancient Egyptian background🌅

My Hero Accademia Crossover/ Jujutsu kaisen - Sorcery Fight - The Curse of the Blue Pearls [ DabixOc]

Dabi is a curse that was awakened when Erena broke a blue pearl necklace. Erena has always seen paranormal things since she was a child, she is not afraid of the curse she has released, but she is attracted to it and wants to help her. In a difficult situation they are forced to make an agreement, but this is not seen well by sorcerers.

ProHeroTouya x FemVillainreader! [Work in progress]

A very particular Au, I'm undecided on how many chapters to do, I estimate between 15/20 just to do things right and I don't know, I would like to have your opinion🥺, I would also like to put some nuicge, I already have a couple in my head🥰 obviously there will be hot scenes and smut 🥵 🌶️🔞, but there will also be a lot of angst and a lot of introspection.

Bonus:

Dabi

10 short essays on Dabi

Tag: @airanke @dabislittlemouse @dabislittlebeaniebaby @dabislilbaby @dabisqueen

[dabisair]

In Autumn

dabi x gn!reader

thanks @dabisqueen for the lil beta read 💙

warnings: implied nsfw - MINORS DNI, established relationship, gen fluff.

In autumn, you insist that he wear a scarf despite the fact that he runs with the heat of a furnace - but it’s a lovely navy fabric with orange and yellow ends that make it look like leaves have fallen out of the night sky—and he loves it. He wears it, even when he doesn’t need to, tolerating the League’s jests and teases. That is, until they try to take it from him as a form of humor—he nearly set the bar on fire.

In autumn, he keeps your drinks warm for you, cradling your favorite mug in his hands like it’s something precious, refusing to let you hold it for too long when you take a sip out of fear that the liquid inside will grow cold.

In autumn, when the crisp wind licks over you, he insists you don’t need a jacket - no, his arms will do just fine, and he pulls you in against his side while you sit on the small couch on the balcony.

In autumn, he brings you sunflowers - you don’t know where he gets them, or how he gets so many. The only answer he gives you is a mumbled, “they remind me of you, so I picked ‘em for you.”

In autumn, he prefers the afternoon—not too warm, not too cold—and he loves how the sun illuminates your skin, how it makes a halo around your hair. And how it makes your eyes shine with a brilliance the glow of his flames can’t replicate.

In autumn, he favors the sunsets, because the sky is painted in such rich, beautiful hues, and you have a habit of taking photos of all of them, excitedly texting them to him if he’s not sitting beside you.

In autumn, his scent lingers, permeating your clothes and your furniture, hanging heady in the air when he comes in from the balcony with nicotine on his breath.

In autumn, he likes to have you cuddled on his lap, hands cupping your thighs and yours draped over his shoulders, sharing soft laughter and whispered words with you.

In autumn, he seems rushed - with daylight fading faster, he thinks that he has to kiss you quicker, harder, both of you covered in the red glow of the sun, his mouth rough against yours.

In autumn, like his kisses, the thrust of his hips is rushed - chasing the fading embers of the afternoon sun as it pours through the shades, casting you in warm shadows beneath him, your skin shimmering like gold.

In autumn, you always have to remind him to slow down; just because the sun is fading doesn’t mean you are, and it doesn’t mean he is, and he can take his time - after all, you have all night.

In autumn, he doesn’t want it to end, doesn’t want the sun to go down, wants to watch it stretch over your skin and dress you in oranges and reds and golds forever; a fire unlike his fire, warm and inviting.

In autumn, Dabi wants to pretend he’s capable of gentleness, that he’s capable of leaving your skin untouched by the heat of his fingers.

(This blog is still under construction, my main blog is @/Airanke)

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Abiteth - Monsterization

a LOVELY MONSTER LADY for Airanke on Ko-fi!! it's been so much fun to revisit pencils and draw such lovely monsters for people again. thank you for commissioning me, Airanke, and for being so patient while i work on bettering my time management skills! if you, dear viewer, would like me to monsterize an OC of your own, check out my ko-fi down below~! ko-fi | patreon | website | trello

[thenotsolittlelady]

"Oh don't you look beautiful, darling~ It's quite a pleasure~"

Wanted to draw @airanke 's beautiful girl Abiteth meeting Syllian so... here they both are! It's actually so nice seeing them together! <3

[leaphia-art]

Art Fight 2024 [2]

Seth belongs to @/Demireality

Míya belongs to @mewpet

Jessica belongs to @dotachin-san

Abiteth belongs to @airanke

[breezey907]

Artfight Attack for @airanke and their character Abiteth.

The character is so pretty, and I had to attempt to draw her in my style.

I hope to be able to be able to make more attacks next time!

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@airanke

This Picrew kinda made me think of you and the ADHD in me wanted to bring it to your attention cause we thought you might like all the clothing

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2194244

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Okay the other things on my mind recently are:

Starting to write, draw, or write AND draw Dante/Abiteth's story.

Debating changing Abiteth's name to Yokubou for MHA specifically to detach her from fully original Abiteth (even though they're literally the same person HAHA)

Pokemon AU and just how much more difficult it is to pick Pokemon for Touya/Dabi because it's either THEM being super picky, or ME being worried about overlap with Dante 😂😂 (both of which are HILARIOUS TBH)

I keep wanting to write Dabi x Reader stuff but because I know it wouldn't do particularly well, my brain isn't letting me do it right now (LET ME HAVE FUN GDI!!!!)

Wanting to delete EVERYTHING from my Airanke blog and start completely from scratch - actually on this note, if I didn't have so many sideblogs that I DON'T want to remake attached to my Airanke blog, I would have deleted my Airanke blog ages ago.

[dabisqueen]

Rating how scared of things I am:

elevator: 1/10

cemetery: 2/10

snake: 2/10

clown: 9/10

spider: 2/10

darkness: 0/10

heights: 9/10

horror film: 2/10

bottom of the sea: 1.000/10

hospital: 0/10

insects: 0/10

toad: 0/10

needle: 3/10

plane: 5/10

blood: 2/10

cockroach: 0/10

(Seen on Twitter)

Tagging @blankexpressions-and-falsefires @airanke @hunajan @kelin-is-writing @dabislittlemouse @dabisdoormat and whoever else wants to play!

[dabisqueen]

Dabi outfit.

@airanke or @itsmattibad or @birf – do you see this as well? Sorry to bother you...

Ps: look at those pants. LOOK! AT! THEM!

PPS: here's Dabi in that outfit 🥵