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agni-ashes · 1 year

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poor skizz

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#limited life #ltlsmp #skizzleman #skizz #poor guy #alexander and the terrible horrible no good very bad day #hope the next session goes better for him #the boogeyman #he’s really taking all the Ls huh #killed by the boogeyman twice and then a creeper too?#did i miss anything #anyway #agni scribbles #limited life smp spoilers #limited life smp

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pbnmj · 10 months

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i deserve a spider-woman nepal..... miles doesn't have to be the only teen spider with a terrible bisexual mentor (enter my own sketches of the world's most annoying spiderperson, who i fling towards pavitr, complete with a design that's subject to change)

#geeta methodically puts on all her jewelery before going out as spiderwoman <3 u cant fight crime if u are not cute #spidersona #of sorts? i think but everyone should have expected this from me. there was no way sony was going to give me spiderman india #and not receive spiderwoman nepal (THE KATHMANHATTAN JOKE IS TOO EASY) in response #im tackling south asian unity one spidersona at a time!#pavitr prabhakar #spiderman #my art #also ofc one specific mention to demigod-of-the-agni who inadvertently triggered my actual posting of geeta #who was just supposed to stay in my psd files forever.....#mythic mumbattan au my beloved. hindu mythology my beloved. genuinely so so cool to see and it enabled me being self indulgent on this blog #for some extra context: im very much still workshopping her and me and my nepali friend were drawing her tgt #as in she would say something and i would hurriedly scribble/sketch it down #and then i kept kinda building on it. ofc i could not resist being inspired by the comics noirverse #so here she's also gifted her powers by a goddess (durga!!!!!) and almost works w her like a much less deranged moon knight. yeah...#don't look too closely at these pls . the design/sketching/etc is kind of everywhere #edit: forgot to adjust colors so theyre up again and a little more vibrant nyeow....

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blehhhbleck · 2 years

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#my scribbles #agnis

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hannahhook7744 · 3 months

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The Badun Detective Agency's First Laugh Fairies (Part 1);

Okay, since Neverland fairies are created from a babies' first laugh that means everyone who's ever laughed has one. Including the Badun Detective Agency so here we are.

Thanks @casinotrio1965 for both the idea and the help.

Might make a similar thing for the rest of descendants kids or the Hannah Hook crew if anyone is interested.

I'll also make Samantha Cove and the rest of the proteges' fairies later.

Here's the picrew I used.

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The Main Agents' fairies:

Name: Buck Peregrine.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Fairy Type: Animal-Talent Fairy.

Spawner: Hermione 'Hermie' Leona Bing.

Name: Star Peregrine.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Fairy Type: Performing-Talent Fairy.

Spawner: Hermione 'Hermie' Leona Bing.

Name: Bendy Peregrine.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Fairy Type: Pretzel-twisting-talent

Spawner: Hermione 'Hermie' Leona Bing.

Name: Dolly Dust.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Fairy Type: Rare-Item-Finding Fairy.

Spawner: Yzla Sorcerer of Enchania.

Name: Charity Helpfrid.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Fairy Type: Helper-Talent Fairy.

Spawner: Jason 'Jace' Nelson Badun.

(Note: She injured her wings while out on an errand so she can't fly).

Name: Scribbles Memra.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Fairy Type: Scribe-Talent Fairy.

Spawner: Reza Vizer of Agrabah.

Name: Iris Seer.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Fairy Type: Message-Talent Fairy.

Spawner: Edmund 'Eddie' Seraiah Balthazar.

Name: Enigma Spade.

Pronouns:He/Him.

Fairy Type: Problem-Solving Talent.

Spawner: Harold 'Harry' Everett Badun.

The Proteges:

Name: Agni Blaze.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Fairy Type: Fire-Talent Fairy.

Spawner: Hayden 'Hadie' Prometheus Athanasiou of the Underworld.

The Bonuses:

Name: Ripple Bay.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Fairy Type: Water Talent.

Spawner: Elle Corinne Athanasiou of Tirulia.

Name: Ripley Bay.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Fairy Type: Water Talent.

Spawner: Elle Corinne Athanasiou of Tirulia.

Name: Doodle Crafty.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Fairy Type: Art Talent.

Spawner: Mabletrude 'Mable' Angelica Badun |.

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #descendants au #wicked world #disney descendants au #the badun detective agency #the badun cousins #harry badun #jace badun #hermie bing #yzla descendants #descendants yzla #disney descendants alternate universe #descendants alternate universe #descendants hadie #picrews

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 2 years

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Hi there! I adore your blog and I was so happy when I saw you pop up on my dash! Could I request a scenario of Soma x fem reader with the “b” prompt from the Soulmate AU post? Sorry, if that’s really specific, I’m a total sucker for the soulmate troupe lol. Thank you so much, and I hope you are having a lovely day!

aaaaa I’m so glad you’re enjoying my content!! <3

and never be sorry, this is so cute omg. I hope you’re having a lovely day too!!

SOULMATE AU ALPHABET

b…ody art (doodles that a person draws on themselves appear on their soulmate’s skin).

When a small scribble of a lotus flower appears on the inside of your wrist, your heart skips a beat. You know what it means ― your soulmate is drawing on their skin, and finally you might be able to figure out who they are.

The next thing that shows up on your skin is a scrawling of words beneath the lotus, but… it’s in a language you don’t recognize. None of your usual coworkers can parse it, so you pay a visit to one of your business associates, Ciel. (He’s got a couple of hearts on his face today, probably a sweet reminder from his own fiancée.) Funnily enough, he’s not the one who helps you; he can’t read it, even though he says it looks like some kind of Indian dialect.

It’s actually his butler who offers more specific advice. Sebastian tells you that it looks like Hindi to him, and suggests that you might try asking his friend Agni, who’s currently staying in Ciel’s townhouse with his master, Prince SOMA.

Off you go on the next leg of your journey, and at the townhouse the door is answered by a tall, smiling Indian man in a turban who asks what he can do for you. After confirming that this is Agni, you shyly display your wrist in his direction with both the lotus and the words in full view.

“I’m so sorry if I’m bothering you or being presumptuous,” you say, “but Mr. Sebastian told me this might be Hindi. Would it be too much trouble for you to translate it for me if it is?”

The thought of him possibly ending up as your soulmate crossed your mind when Sebastian mentioned him. Although he and Soma surely can’t be the only Indians here in London, they’re the only two who are vaguely in your circle of acquaintances.

As it stands, you’ve never met either of them before, so your soulmate could just as easily be someone else you’ve never met… perhaps they’re even still in India!

Practically the second he sees the miniature picture and words, his eyes go wide. His smile doesn’t disappear, though, and he quickly ushers you inside. “Here, stay a moment… I think my prince can help you much more than I can.”

“Oh, ah… of course.” Although that’s strange, you take a seat where he directs you to, and you wait anxiously.

You can’t get too lost in thought, because just a moment later there are clamoring footsteps coming down the stairs. “He bhagavaan, is this real life?!”

The man you’re faced with is within a few years of your age, maybe a bit younger, with a shockingly violet shade of hair tied up in a messy ponytail. And his eyes, those eyes, it’s like his creator poured golden sunshine right into them.

… And sunshine right into his smile, too. His face is so bright, you’re surprised the townhouse even needs lamps. Couldn’t he just light the rooms himself by smiling?

Agni is right behind him, clearly attempting to get the other man under some kind of control even though he’s smiling himself. “Lady (Name), please, meet my lord, Prince Soma Asman Kadar. Will you show him what you showed me?”

“Oh, ah… yes, yes.” You hold your wrist out almost like an offering, so that he can see everything which came into existence on your skin. “I’m sorry, is it difficult to read? Is that why Mr. Agni needed your help?”

Soma laughs, and moves to roll up his own sleeve. “Yes, I’m the only one who can read my own writing! It’s ― what do you say it like in English? ‘Chicken scratch’? Look!”

As soon as your eyes make contact with his wrist, you feel almost like they’re going to fall right out of your head. Right there on his gorgeous skin is black ink, just like what appeared on yours… a drawing of a lotus, and a scribbling of some words.

You’re so stunned, you can’t do anything but hold on when Soma grabs you and twirls you around. His excitement is endearing and you’re not sure you would stop him if you were thinking straight right now. “It’s you!” he laughs. “It’s you, it’s you, it’s you!! This is the moment I’ve been waiting for my whole life, when I finally meet my princess!”

“O-oh… oh, my!” You can’t help but giggle right along with him, keeping yourself as close as you possibly can. He’s so… adorable. His happiness is infectious, in part because you’ve been waiting quite a while for this, too.

“I should have drawn more!” A grin splits his face instead of the simple smile he was sporting, his hand grasping at your wrist. “Don’t worry, don’t worry! When I wash this off in the bath, I’ll make sure to draw something else so you’ll know I’m wishing you goodnight. What’s your favorite flower? I’ll draw it right on my arm!”

Without much more fanfare, Agni gently waves the two of you off up the staircase, saying you should go talk while he gets some snacks. Of course, this seems to agree rather well with Soma, who tugs you on up the stairs enthusiastically.

“Come on! My room is very relaxing, and Agni is the best cook. We’ll have such a great afternoon getting to know each other!”

You had no other obligations anyway, and if you did, you’d be canceling them. This is much more important; you’ve met the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, and you desperately want to learn everything you can about him.

So you allow him to pull you along, though you do pause at the top of the stairs. “O-oh, Soma! Soma, by the way, this thing you wrote… it’s Hindi, then, isn’t it? What does it say?”

“Ah…” He takes your arm again, putting it side by side with his. With a fingertip he points at each word. (Amusingly, he seems to say it haltingly, as if even he has to decipher his own penmanship.)

“Here, it says… ‘Once upon a time’.” His face colors slightly, a blush standing out just a little against the sienna hue of his cheeks. “I’m not sure where I was going with that, actually, but… it makes a cute story to tell people!”

Well, he’s certainly not wrong about that.

Maybe you’ll have to doodle him a little picture and message later, too.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Soma #Soma Asman Kadar #soulmate AU #reader insert #meme reply #romantic #Agni #fluff #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SUNSHINE BOY!!!! ;w;#look at him LOOK AT HIM I LOVE HIM!!#one hell of a queue

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tsukikumai · 1 year

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Attention

Khun Aguero Agnis x reader

slightly nsfw!! Established relationship.

He invites you over while you needed to study, he seems to have other plans…

You’ve been studying for the past few hours, cramming for a math test due tomorrow. However, you were at your boyfriend’s house, he had invited you over, despite the fact that you needed to study. Khun was helping you whenever you got stuck on a question, but that would only occur every 30 minutes or so.

It was almost dinner time, you were studying in Khun’s extremely clean and organized bedroom, he was no where to be seen, only appearing ever so often when you called for him. As you scribbled down notes and answered some text book questions, your hand suddenly started cramping from the amount of writing you’ve done. “Ow,” you sighed, when you were about to massage your hand, a pair of pale, thin and smooth hands grabbed your dominant hand, and started to gently massage them. Surprised, you looked up to see a beautiful man, with his pensive blue eyes staring down at you. “You alright there, darling?” He smiled reassuringly, “maybe you should take a break.”

=========more under the cut==========

“No, I’m okay, I don’t wanna fail this test.” You tried to pull your hand away, but he refused to let go. You stared as his amazingly beautiful hands caressed yours. “You know, I invited you over knowing you were going to study…but not for this long.” His eyes trailed off into the distance. You thought to yourself, ‘Is he asking for my attention? But…’ you glanced over at your notes, ‘I really want to get a good grade for this.’

Khun saw your inner debate, he chuckled at your cuteness, “15 minutes?” You sighed, you resisted looking at him since you knew he really knows how to use his puppy eyes. Suddenly, his left hand let go of yours, he slowly curled up his fingers into the palm of his hand, leaving only his index finger. “ねえ…俺見てくれ。(hey… look at me.)” He gently lifts up your chin, he knew you had a thing for his Japanese voice (lmao me), he knew exactly which buttons to push to get your attention. Unwillingly, you look up, his sad, ocean blue eyes which contradicted the subtle smirk he couldn’t get off his face. Your boyfriend moves your hand, and slowly placed it on the right side of his cheek, his warm face nuzzled into your hand. “Fine.” You gave in, you hated it when he got all needy like that, you could never resist him.

Khun smiled, he pulled your hand towards his mouth and started giving it soft kisses, slowly reaching up your arm. “Khun… What’re you doing?” You said softly, slowly succumbing to his charm. He didn’t respond with words, however, he did respond with his actions. He stretched his tongue out, and slid it across your upper arm, making goosebumps appear on your skin, he quickly reached to your face. He opens his mouth slightly and nibbled your ear, then he moved down and left a small mark on your collarbone, also conveniently placing his right hand on your thigh. He was practically on top of you now, his arrogant smirk plastered over his face. As Khun slowly moved closer again you reached out and placed your hand firmly on Khun’s chest, “Stop…” you whispered shyly. He didn’t listen, he only continued to move closer. “やめで。(Stop.)” You said assertively, knowing he also has a weak spot for your japanese voice. The strong man finally came to a halt, “これが私たちのやり方か? (So this is how we’re gonna do this?)”

“ええ，問題があるか？(yes, do you have a problem with it?)”

“そう，大きな問題を抱えている。(yes, I have a big problem with this.)”

As soon as Khun said this, his hands slithered around your back, suddenly carrying you bridal style. “Oi! Actually stop! I need to study!” You protested. “Are you sure you’d rather study? Because from what I’m seeing under there, you’d be more than happy to do what I’m proposing.” He chuckles. Realizing your skirt was lifted up, you quickly patted it down, flustered.

“Now,” he drops you on to his bed, the sheets filled with his scent, “Are you really going to go back and study?” He crawls on to the bed, “Because I think you’re more than ready (for both him and the test if you know what I mean).” You debated this a little more, but, are you really going to deny that one hell of a man, right on top of you?

“Fine…”

He smiles at your response.

“ここにきて。(come here)”

#khun aguero agnis #reader insert #fanfic #tower of god

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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 2 years

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I started this sentence with "art is-" and I couldn't think of a word to finish my thought.

I'm not an artist by far. I write. I have words and yet, art devoids me of my only expression.

So here's to artists. I love you and I appreciate you because I swear- I could never.

On that note I have a special for someone who happened to make my horrible day brighter with some magnificent art that I may share if I have their consent:

Red, yellow, orange, rust, mahogany, amber, maroon, and dandelion. The colors sprung about in a chaotic disarray on the canvas.

The warm hues had managed to capture the attention of a pair of cool, green-colored eyes through some act of magnetism.

"What's this mess supposed to be?" The viridescent seductress whispered by his ear.

His gold eyes, however, remained fixed on the neat stroke his brush made in the way he commanded. With his lawless palate in one hand and a concentration that wavered under her green gaze, the man exhaled sharply trying to keep his composure.

"Whatever you want it to be." He smiled at his work, but she knew it was for her.

Clad in just her silky, beige nightgown that glowed in the sun, she leaned in and rested her forearm atop his shoulder. Eyeing his piece of art carefully, she rested her chin on her arm as her soft locks tickled his ear. He didn't mind, he just smiled harder. She hummed in thought, the sweet sound from the back of her throat lulled the firebender into reposing his head against hers.

"I want it to be a foxcat." She said finally.

The man knew it looked nothing like a foxcat- spirits, even the canvas too knew that it had been graffitied by the disfigured scribbles of the colors of agni.

"It's a foxcat then." He snorted. He placed the palate and his brush aside and turned his head in her direction. His eyes finally met hers and deep within them, he saw art. Real art. No canvas, no paint, no brushes- just beauty.

Before he knew it, a nimble finger made its way to his nose, but all he saw was a wide smile- bursting into laughter. He didn't see the red smeared on her fingertips as she pulled away, but he could smell the paint on his nose.

"And that's a clown." She chuckled, pointing at him.

He could've tackled her to the ground and adorned her face with every shade from his palate. But he let her have it.

She was happy; she was laughing.

She was art.

@orangepanic you pocket full of sunshine human being.

#maybe it's irosami #maybe it's linzolt #who knows?#it's ✨art✨#linzolt #irosami #lin beifong #chief beifong #lightning bolt zolt #general iroh #asami sato

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nat0041 · 3 years

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