#blasti arts

[onesmolbean49]

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[riteritual]

Made this as fan art for Bunny Blasty (vtuber) it's a stupid joke I know

[glitterhearth]

been trying out the art thing recently

[spotlightstudios]

Blasty and Prof. Linden are back!!!

Not the happiest w/ Blasty's proportions, but I wanted to draw the Icons again while watching pkmn horizons! (I think Linden and Friede would get along tbh)

[a-lilguy]

A moment of silence for Denki Kaminari, who made the mistake of telling Bakugo that he 'can't spike for shit'.

[dragonfruitsoup]

i am a simple woman who loves those videos of animals and the crimes they've commited

( ex:

and so:

pro hero bakugo who travels for a mission & sends videos from local cat cafe to todoroki/shinso/aizawa/resident cat friend of choice but they're all like this

number 14 pro hero dynamight somehow finally winning over his pr because his official social medias are now all just videos of him, monotone, listing the various crimes of stray dogs and cafe cats.

the nation loses its mind when he goes hiking and some bird follows him around, repeating what he says about the local fauna.

(he totally loses standing with pr after the video of the fox he narrates with what is CLEARLY an impression of that snotty news anchor who talked shit about him three days earlier. y'know, the one with the fox snout...)

todoroki who responds every time with 'you will be hearing from my lawyers over this blatant defamation. they are a perfect angel and have never done anything wrong in their life.' shinso, who just finds the next stray cat or pigeon while on patrol to send a similar video back.

aizawa, in the middle of grading tests or writing reports, begrudgingly endeared and exhausted in equal measure. one hand holding his phone, the other over his face to hide his smile. (his students are losing their minds. was that dynamight's voice?? can't be, right??)

ua graduating class of 2XXX all agree their favorite videos are the ones where bakugo very not-so-subtly pokes fun at the various misdemeanors & shenanigans their year got up to. (class j send the clip of the hamster committing grand larceny every other month in a mass email)

[video of a very fat hamster in a pile of sunflower seeds, happily munching along] [bored bakugo voice] this is gerald. gerald is a hamster, not a gerbil. gerald skipped gym class to commit grand larceny in kyoto when he was seventeen. he was never caught.

[video of a calico cat sunbathing in the window of some corner store] [bored bakugo voice] this is sunspot. sunspot was the only suspect in the arson of an "'abandoned'" factory in musutafu's industrial complex. sunspot was never charged due to lack of evidence.

[video of a very large, very serious looking dog, sitting poised and proud] [bored bakugo voice] this is speedy. obviously named after a pre-quirk comic book hero and no one else. speedy would have been charged with conspiracy to commit murder if not for nepotism.

[syrecjh]

──★ ˙☕ ̟!!Name on the Cup

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x cafe worker reader, pure fluff

It starts with a hiss — the espresso machine sputtering to life as morning light spills through the fogged-up windows of the café. You’re barely caffeinated, hair half-tied, apron slightly stained with yesterday’s caramel drizzle, but you’re there — behind the counter, pen in hand, ready to face another slow sunrise of sleepy orders and mismatched playlists.

And then, he walks in.

Every day at exactly 7:42 a.m., like a controlled detonation. He pushes the door open like it offended him, brows knitted, jaw tight, black hoodie pulled up like he’s hiding from the world. Like he hates everyone in it — especially whoever made mornings mandatory.

His name? Katsuki Bakugo.

But you?

You call him whatever you damn well please.

“Caramel macchiato, extra shot, scalding hot,” he grits out, voice low, rough like gravel under boots. The kind of voice that sounds like it growls in dreams. He doesn’t look up, just slides a crumpled bill across the counter, waiting.

You take your sweet time writing his name. Slowly. Carefully.

“Katsucki.”

The first time you did it, it was an accident. Sort of. His glare nearly curdled the milk. But now, it’s a ritual. A game. A rebellion. You’ve called him everything from “Kacchan” to “Katspuke” to “King Boom.” The names change daily. His order never does.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he snapped once, gripping the cup like it had personally insulted him.

You only smiled. “What gave it away?”

He stared at you. Hard. Like he wanted to set something on fire — maybe you. Maybe your terrible Sharpie penmanship. But then he muttered, “Dumbass,” under his breath, and walked out with his cup steaming, ears red.

But the next day, he came back.

He always comes back.

The other baristas avoid him like he’s a bomb with a faulty timer, but you? You lean into it. You talk to him. About the weather. About the songs on the radio. About how the espresso machine makes weird noises when it's tired, and maybe he’s not so different.

And sometimes, sometimes, he answers.

One morning, he tells you he’s a pro hero. “Dynamight,” he says flatly, like it should mean something. You blink. Nod. Pretend you’re not impressed. But later, you Google him. And yeah, okay. He’s kind of a big deal.

But here?

He’s just the grumpy guy who insists on his coffee being hot enough to melt steel.

And somehow, you like him better that way.

Then comes the Thursday where it shifts.

You hand him his drink — “Blasty Boi” scrawled on the cup this time, extra hearts and a smiley face for good measure. He stares at it for a beat too long, then back at you.

And he says, very calmly: “If you spell my name wrong one more time, I’m blowing up your espresso machine.”

You grin. “You’d miss it too much.”

His mouth twitches. Almost a smile. Almost.

And then, just as he’s turning to leave — same way he always does, fast and sharp like he’s late for an explosion — he pauses.

Looks over his shoulder.

“...You gonna keep makin’ my coffee or what?”

You raise an eyebrow. “If you ask nicely.”

His eyes narrow. “Give me your number.”

You blink.

He scowls. “For, you know. Future orders. Or somethin’.”

You smirk. Write it down on the side of the cup, just under the heart-shaped foam art you never admit to doing on purpose.

He takes it. Doesn’t look back.

But the next day?

You get a text at 7:41 a.m.

\[Unknown Number]: don’t forget the extra shot dumbass

\[Unknown Number]: and spell my fuckin name right this time

And from then on, every cup still has a wrong name.

But now?

He drinks them with a smirk.

And he stays a little longer at the counter — just to watch you laugh.

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Inspired on this post

Hehehehehe one more mha fic that no one asked! yes yes YES! Get that one friends 💛💛

7 minutes

Art by me hehe👆

Switch: Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo

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Ships: NONE (if you want bakugo x Kirishima)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Bakusquad game night! Today they had chosen an intriguing game, it seemed fun

7 minutes, a more friendly variation of the famous game “seven minutes in heaven” - the rules were simple

All the participants stood in a circle, and spun the bottle among themselves, the first person chosen went to another room (which in this case was the closet in Mina's apartment, where they were gathered this time). Then the other participants spun the bottle again and the chosen person would enter the room too, the second person had the job of trying to tickle the first person until they said the safe word, which was “red” - if the lee didn't say the safe word in 7 minutes the ler lost

“That's stupid” Bakugo rolled his eyes

Mina picked up a bottle and positioned it in the middle of the circle of friends “ah, blasty! Don't say you're scared of losing~”

“Shut the fuck up”

“Ohhhhh sounds fun!” Kirishima exclaimed, the boy was already known for loving to be tickled

“It makes me a little nervous” Denki said, being the most sensitive in the room

“Oh don't worry about it” Sero laughed, giving his friend a little push “we're not going to kill you”

“Let's get on with it!”

Mina shouted the bottle, the moment was pure tension, the bottle spun, spun and spun, stopping in front of…………….. Denki!

“Oh, Shit” The boy laughed, getting up and entering the room.

The fact that he was in a separate room made everything more intriguing. Denki didn't know who his ler would be and that left him with butterflies in his stomach.

Then the closet door opened, and Sero entered with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hehe, hi~"

"Shit." Denki started laughing nervously.

Sero attacked him, holding his arms close to his body with his tape while running his fingers all over the blonde's body. Denki screamed and laughed. From outside the room, everyone could hear the boy's exaggerated screams, and they knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for another minute...

"REHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHED" he screamed when Sero squeezed his knees.

"Hehe, I won."

The two left the room, one with a look of victory and the other with an exhausted look.

"One more time!"

The bottle spun again, this time Kirishima was chosen, he entered the closet and felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter with the thoughts of who would be his ler

The door opened, and a smiling Bakugo entered, his hands in the shape of claws ready for the attack

“Gotcha, Kiri~”

Kirishima didn't even have time to blush before his friend threw him to the ground to tickle him, scribbling on his ribs

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Give up! Give up already! You know you can't win~”

It didn't take long for Kirishima to say the safe word, something only Bakugo could make him say

The bottle was spun a few more times

In the next round, the chosen lee was Sero and his ler was Mina, the girl tickled him to scream but couldn't make him say "red" before time ran out, even scribbling on his armpits while saying teasing things like "how cute~", since Sero wasn't that sensitive - the boy left the room with an air of victory for the second time while the girl left completely defeated

Another bottle was spun, Denki was the lee again, nervous, he entered the room, his ler was none other than Bakugo, who jumped straight to the bottom of his knees and made him laugh, giving up in less than one minute

Another round, Mina was the lee and Kirishima the ler, the boy teased her saying she was so cute like that while blowing raspberries on her belly, Mina almost managed to win, giving up with 10 left seconds

Once again! Kirishima was the lee, he entered the room and waited, this time the ler was Denki, who grabbed his body and gave a mega electric shock of tickling! His special attack! Kiri couldn't even hold out half the time, Denki's quirk was simply too good to tickle

“I’m exhausted!” The electric boy said, sitting on the floor next to his friends.

“Are you exhausted?” Kirishima said, taking a deep breath.

“Do you guys want to stop?” Mina asked.

“Hmmm, nope, there’s still someone left to get their much-desired dose of tickling.” Sero smiled at her, pointing shamelessly at Bakugo.

“SHUT UP! It’s not my fault that the bottle didn’t choose me, you stupid extras.” The explosive boy crossed his arms, turning his face away.

However, internally he felt a gigantic desire for that bottle to stop facing him, for him to be someone’s lee, and for him to be able to find an excuse to receive some tickling, which he - even though he hated to admit it - loved.

Mina spun her bottle for the last time, with more force than she should have, which made the bottle spin for much longer, not helping Bakugo at all.

And……………………………. As cliché and obvious as it may seem, yes, the bottle stopped right in front of the explosive boy.

He crossed his arms and made an angry face. “That’s stupid.”

“That’s the rules of the game, blasty~” Denki laughed.

“Fuck, okay.” Bakugo got up and went into the room.

He tried to put an ear to the door to hear what the others were saying, and even if he could hear, no one said his brother’s name, they just laughed. Bakugo heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Hello~” Kirishima- was that Kirishima?

That idiot made the biggest IDIOT face he could make. Bakugo couldn’t tell if his anxiety had lessened because it was Kirishima, or if it had doubled because it was simply Kirishima.

“Come here, Katsuki!”

The redhead dug his fingers right into Bakugo's weak spot, swinging them into his ribs and upper armpits, not staying in the same place for ten seconds.

The blond couldn't take it anymore and lay down on the floor, which only made him more vulnerable, his legs shaking and kicking the air.

"IHIHIHIHIDIHIOT STOHOHOHOHOHOP!"

"Only if you say the magic word~ a hint: it's not please." Kirishima smiled, oh that smile.

He slowly lifted his friend's shirt, gathering air to overcome the biggest raspberry possible, without stopping to scribble on his ribs.

"Give up?"

"NEHEHEHEVEHEHER!" Another raspberry, even bigger

“OK OK REHEHEHEHED”

Kirishima let him go, letting him breathe and then helping him get up

“You’re cute, Kats”

“Shut up, phew”

The two left the room while the others tried to suppress the giggles they let out after hearing the desperate screams of the - evil, serious and super strong - Bakugo

“So who lost?” Kirishima asked, sitting next to his best friend on the floor

“Was there any way you could lose?” Denki exclaimed

“Yes, and let’s all agree that it was obviously you who lost, Pikachu~” Mina smiled

“What? PROOF!”

Sero held out his cell phone, which was counting the time, to him

“50 seconds in the first match, 30 in the second”

“Damn” the electric laughed, making everyone laugh too

Bakugo turned his face to hide the affectionate and involuntary smile he gave

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

[cozmowrites]

KamiBaku x You

Kaminari’s voice filled the living room as he recounted an exaggerated story from patrol, arms wrapped snugly around you. His chest vibrated with laughter as you giggled at his antics, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder. The day had been uneventful, so curling up with Kaminari, who had a knack for making everything fun, felt like the perfect way to unwind.

“I’m just saying,” Kaminari continued, “I was basically the MVP out there. Saved the day with style—"

The sound of the front door opening cut him off, and both your heads turned to see Bakugou stepping inside. His hero uniform was slightly disheveled, his blonde hair messier than usual, and his crimson eyes sharp despite the obvious exhaustion on his face. His gaze immediately landed on you and Kaminari, still cuddled on the couch.

“Oi,” Bakugou grunted, shutting the door behind him. “What the hell’s this?”

Kaminari smirked but didn’t let go of you, instead pulling you closer, as if to tease. “This? Oh, just some innocent cuddling while you were out being a big, scary hero.”

Your eyes widened as Bakugou’s frown deepened, his jaw tightening. “Tch. Innocent, my ass.” He dropped his bag near the door and stalked over, his heavy boots thudding against the floor.

You sat up slightly, sensing his mood, but Kaminari kept his hold firm. “Relax, Blasty. We were keeping the couch warm for you.”

“Dumbass.” Bakugou scowled, but instead of snapping further, he yanked Kaminari’s arm off you and pulled you into his chest. “You’re supposed to wait for me.” His voice was gruff, but there was a hint of vulnerability beneath his words.

You blinked up at him, cheeks warming as you smiled softly. “You were taking too long. We missed you.”

Kaminari rolled his eyes playfully. “Speak for yourself. I was doing you a favor by keeping them company.”

“Like hell you were,” Bakugou shot back, finally plopping down on the couch beside you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you. “You don’t get to hog them just ’cause I’m not here.”

“Jealous much?” Kaminari teased, earning a sharp glare from Bakugou.

You let out a small laugh, leaning into Bakugou’s warmth. “He’s just clingy, Denki. It’s cute.”

Bakugou growled softly but didn’t argue, his grip on you tightening. “Damn right I’m clingy. You’re mine. And you—” He shot a look at Kaminari, who had sprawled lazily across the other side of the couch. “—are just lucky I tolerate you.”

Kaminari grinned, completely unfazed. “You love me, admit it.”

“Shut it.”

Despite the grumbling, Bakugou didn’t resist when Kaminari shifted closer, throwing an arm around both of you. You were now sandwiched between the two boys, your heart full and warm from the closeness.

“See?” Kaminari whispered in your ear. “Told you he’s soft for us.”

“Keep pushing it, Sparky, and I’ll show you just how soft I’m not,” Bakugou threatened, but there was no heat behind his words.

You sighed contentedly, resting your head against Bakugou’s shoulder and letting Kaminari’s arm drape over your waist. “I’m just glad you’re both here.”

The weight of their presence grounded you, filling the room with a sense of calm that had been missing all day. Bakugou’s hand instinctively found yours, his fingers lacing tightly with your own as Kaminari started fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou muttered, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “Not like you had to survive without me for weeks or something.”

Kaminari snorted. “Oh, please. You act like you weren’t texting every ten minutes when you had a free second. You’re obsessed, dude.”

Bakugou’s head shot up, his glare sharp enough to cut through steel. “Like you’re one to talk, idiot! You spam the group chat with memes every time we’re apart for more than a day!”

“Memes are an art form, thank you very much.” Kaminari looked smug, resting his chin on your shoulder. “And they keep you both entertained, don’t they?”

“Entertained? They’re dumb as hell.” Bakugou scoffed, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was holding back a smirk.

You laughed softly, your free hand reaching to gently tug at Kaminari’s bangs. “I think they’re funny. And it’s sweet how you both check in so much.”

“See? They get it,” Kaminari said triumphantly, pulling you closer. “I’m the glue holding this trio together.”

Bakugou made an indignant noise, tightening his hold around you. “Glue my ass. I’m the only reason you’re not passed out in some ditch half the time, Pikachu.”

“First of all,” Kaminari began dramatically, “I’d survive just fine without you.”

Bakugou leaned forward slightly, his crimson eyes narrowing. “Wanna test that theory?”

You placed a hand on Bakugou’s chest, holding him back gently. “Okay, okay, no fighting. This is supposed to be relaxing.”

“Tch. I’m relaxed,” Bakugou muttered, slumping back into the cushions and dragging you along with him. Kaminari took the opportunity to scoot closer, effectively sandwiching you between them again.

For a moment, the room fell into a comfortable silence. Kaminari absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm, his usual energy subdued in the warmth of the moment. Bakugou rested his head against yours, his breath steady and calming.

“Missed this,” Kaminari mumbled after a while, his voice quieter than usual.

You turned your head slightly to look at him. “Missed what?”

“This. Us.” He gestured vaguely with his free hand. “Feels like we’re always running around saving the world, you know? It’s nice to just... be.”

Bakugou grunted in agreement, surprising both you and Kaminari. “Yeah. Doesn’t happen enough.”

Your chest swelled with warmth at their rare moment of agreement. “Then we should make it happen more often,” you suggested softly. “No missions, no distractions. Just us.”

Kaminari’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Movie night! We can pick something cheesy and make fun of it together.”

Bakugou groaned. “Not another one of your shitty rom-coms.”

“Come on, Blasty! You know you secretly love them.”

“You’re delusional.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at their banter, your heart full as you watched them bicker. No matter how much chaos surrounded your lives as heroes, moments like these reminded you of why you cherished them both so deeply.

“I love you guys,” you said suddenly, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.

Both of them froze for a moment, their expressions softening. Kaminari was the first to speak, his grin wide and genuine. “We love you too.”

Bakugou huffed, his face turning slightly pink. “Damn right we do. And don’t forget it.”

As the evening wore on, the three of you stayed tangled together on the couch and sharing warmth.

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Class Feature Friday: Cosmos Mystery (Pathfinder Second Edition Oracle Mystery)

(art by Oscar Westberg on Artstation)

We’ve circled back around to second edition oracle mysteries again and this time we find ourselves with some notable tweaks to how oracle mysteries in 2e work.

While these mysteries still have their curses, they seem like they give fewer benefits as the curse magnifies compared to the non-remastered version. However, in exchange, it seems like they gain more granted spells in addition to the basic cantrip and the mystery focus spells, so it’s a bit of a trade-off, and less a race to maximize the curse as much as possible for the passive benefits, so I suppose I can understand.

In any case, the Cosmos mystery!

Quite obviously a renamed take on the old Heavens mystery from First Edition, this mystery is a blessing from the gods of the stars and sky, as well as the void in between, which I suppose means that it’s actually a blending of both Heavens and the Dark Tapestry mysteries.

Regardless, whether these oracles look to the stars or the darkness in the night sky looking for answers, they find them. These beings often look as those gravity has only a minor hold on them, and might also be marked by hair or eyes that sparkle with starlight, or other phenomena.

So originally, oracle mysteries got a passive benefit. However, now they get a bonus feat from their class list, so for posterity, I will include both. The oracles of the cosmos have a knack for sensing incoming danger, allowing them to warn their allies, better preparing them to react, and also reducing the damage they take from the first few attacks that hit them. This replaces the passive benefit where cosmos oracles instead had bodies that were partially composed of stellar material, reducing the harm of physical attacks.

Initially the basic cantrip of this mystery was the conjuring of a few floating lights. However, now they conjure a single powerful floating orb of light, as well a blasts of color that overwhelm the senses, fields of darkness, and a moon-addled frenzy in others. What’s more, their basic focus spell conjures a spray of star-like sparks to burn and dazzle foes.

Previously, oracle mysteries only granted access to two domain choices, but now they get four, being darkness, moon, nothingness, and star. These are useful for creating areas of darkness, blasting foes with sacred moonlight, warding themselves against mental attack with nothingness, and creating bright stars to track someone, respectively.

With greater revelations come new magical effects, such as freezing foes with the chill of empty space, and creating bridges of moonlight for them and their allies to cross while others fail to do so.

Naturally, they can also take the advanced spell of their domain as well. These can grant greater darkvision, granting cycling benefits based on the phase of the moon, creating sucking rifts to elsewhere, or create a burning asterism that harms those that pass through the lines, respectively.

The sky pulls at those with this mystery, cursing them with light bodies. The original version of this curse offered several benefits to being lightweight such as being impossible to trip or even allowing them to walk on unstable surfaces. However, the remastered version only makes the oracle easier to knock around.

The remastered version of the class does offer a feat or two associated with various mysteries, including Trial by Skyfire, allowing them to rain down fiery bolts from the heavens on foes.

There are, however, general feats that prove useful to them, including Reach Spell, Widen Spell, Knowledge of Shapes, Detonating Spell, Surging Might, Water Walker, Quickened Casting, Lighter Than Air, Blaze of Revelation, Mystery Conduit, and others that fit your build.

This mystery definitely lends itself more to the blasty side of things, but also offers ways to buff others and themselves, as well as some good utility. I will say I do miss the added benefits to advancing one’s curse, but I also understand the need for the curse to be the consequence of overusing certain abilities rather than something to immediately farm for each day and encounter.

Being an oracle of the cosmos means feeling the call of the stars and the beings with power over them. Does the oracle embrace such higher powers, or live in fear of them? I suppose it all depends on whether they embrace the vastness above or not.

Many-Eyes-of-Heaven lives up to their name, their many eyes as a goloma twinkling like stars in their mane. Unlike others of their kind though, they believe that it is time to cast aside fear and befriend the many peoples of the world and beyond, befitting their role as a star-gazer.

Blessed by the stars both by her heritage as a lunar naga and by the divine will of the gods, Eisaveth is among the most powerful of her kind, and many go to her seeking wisdom from the heavens. However, a new group of petitioners approaches that seeks the answers to their questions, and the naga’s death to prevent those answers from spreading, something she has forseen, and summoned the party to prevent.

After years of fending off the threats from the night sky, the remote village of Olgans has grown distrustful of the stars, to the point when a child born with constellation birthmarks begins showing signs of divine power, there is a debate about their fate.

[islandtarochips]

Call of Duty OC: Agnes "Blast" Falagi 💥

Commission Art by @sleepyconfusedpotato ⬆️

A crazy Samoan (and Tongan) girl who is OBSESSED with bombs and would explode anything in her path. She is one of the team members that Kanoa had picked for the rescue mission. If you need anyone to make some CRAZY explosives. She'll be the gal to do the job.

UNIVERSE: Modern Warfare/Modern Warfare 2/Modern Warfare 3

General:

💥 Name: Agnes Falagi 💥 Alias(es): 

Agnes

Falagi

Aggie/Aggy

Blast (by Kanoa)

Blasty (by Nigel)

Sergeant Falagi

Sergeant Blast

Sergeant B (By her teammates and close friends)

Little Yapper (by Callie)

💥 Gender: Female 💥 Age: 20 (MW), 23 (MW2), 24 (MW3) 💥 Birthday: February 11th, 1999 💥 Nationality: United State National 💥 Place of Birth: American Samoa 💥 Home: Utulei, American Samoa 💥 Spoken Languages: English, Samoan (Native), Tongan (Conversational), Arabic (Learning) 💥 Sexuality: Heterosexual 💥 Occupation:

Sergeant of the Army

Sergeant of the Warriors Task Force

Demolition Expert

Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) Specialist

Appearance:

💥 Eye Color: Brown 💥 Hair Color: Brown 💥 Height: 5’3”/160 cm 💥 Scars: 

Wounds: Stabbing wounds on her right thigh (by one of the enemies during the raiding into the Russian's base in Urzikstan)

Scars: Small scars on her knuckles and palms (cutting herself by accident when making the bombs)

💥 Face Claim: Teilor Grubbs

Favorites:

💥 Color: Black and Red 💥 Food: Manapua and Koko Laisa 💥 Drink: Mountain Dew 💥 Flower: Hibiscus and Teuila 💥 Hairstyle: Messy Bun (when she's off-duty) and Tight Bun (on work duty)

Affiliation:

Warriors Task Force:

- General Alana Kalani

- Captain Kanoa Toa

- First Sergeant Tiala "Shark" Toa

- Dr. Aelan Kalani

- Sergeant Nigel "Squirrel" Harrison

- Tama Nikau

- Special Officer Emma Tabua

Urzikstan Liberation Force:

-Commander Farah Karim

Specters/Team Charlie: ( @deeptrashwitch )

- Captain Alicia “Origin” Marchant

- Lieutenant Luke “Harlem” Michaelis

- Sergeant Jackson “Doc” Blackwell

- Sergeant Edward “Eager” Jackson

- Corporal Noah “Cobalto” Garcia

Mexican Special Forces/Los Vaqueros:

- Colonel Alejandro Vargas

- Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra

- Special Officer Alyssa Martinez ( @alypink )

Task Force 141:

- Captain John Price

- Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish

- Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin ( @sleepyconfusedpotato )

- Sergeant Major Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton ( @revnah1406 )

- Sergeant Annabelle “Kit” Pham ( @applbottmjeens and later joined in the Shadow Company)

Para Special Forces: ( @welldonekhushi )

- Captain Arjun

- Sergeant Aditya Tripathi

- Staff Sergeant Yuvraj Chaudhary

Second Commando Regiment: ( @kaitaiga )

- Captain Lachlan Jones

- Sergeant Damien Whitlock

CIA:

- Station Chief Kate Laswell - Officer Alex Keller

Shadow Company:

- Sergeant Annabelle “Kit” Pham ( @applbottmjeens )

Personality:

💥 Myers Briggs Type: ENFP Agnes has always have that bright and cheerful personality! (all because she doesn’t have any TRAUMA) And she’ll always be the one to cheer her friends/team up whenever she sees them feeling down. She loves meeting new people and will be the first one to greet. But don’t let her fool you for behind that sweet smile, there is CHAOS behind it.

💥 Friendly/Welcoming: There’s a reason why the Captain gave Agnes the position of greeting new members. Because of her warm and welcoming attitude! Have that great friendly smile to let everyone know that she means no harm! (...maybe)

💥 Energetic: Most people kept asking of where did Agnes get those energy. Even during training she is STILL going. What is her secret? That’s for HER to know and for YOU to find out. 💥 Creative: Drawing is her hobbies and she enjoys it every moment of it. She usually draws in her small notebook whenever she gets bored. She’s been drawing ever since she was little! If you want her to draw you, she’ll definitely draw it for you. In exchange for any sweets you have!

Negative Traits:

💥 Chaotic (in an exciting way): Agnes has that thing of whenever she feels overly excited she won’t control it. It’s like a child is having a ZOOMIES. If she sees or even feels the excitement that might overwhelm her. She’ll EXPLODE and go crazy. (not literally)

💥 Talkative: She can talk about ANYTHING that peeps her interests. But the problem is that she CAN’T stop TALKING. The only people that remind her to be quiet are mostly her team or close friends. Because she respected their space so she’ll stop. But with everyone else? Good luck to them.

💥 Mischievous: You should know that both her and her buddy Nigel always have that mischievous thoughts in their heads. And when you saw that grin on her face. It means things are about to go DOWN.

Skills and Abilities:

💥 Fighting Style: Hand-to-Hand Combat, Martial Arts and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu 💥 Weapons: M79 Grenade Launcher, M16 and MK14 💥 Distinct Weapon: Diamondback DB9, Flashbang, Grenades, Pipe Bomb and Esee Izula Knife 💥 Special Skills:

Hyperthymesia: She has great memories. With every little detail she sees, she’ll keep it in her head. And will never forget. So don’t expect her to forget those embarrassing moments that she witnessed from you.

Bomb/Demolition Expert: Knows her way of disarming and creating a bomb. And even knows how to destroy things with other materials too besides using the bombs.

Family:

Malohi Falagi (Father, Deceased)

Mele Finau Falagi (Mother, Alive)

Safaia Finau (Aunty, Mele's Sister, Alive)

Pet:

Beauty (Agnes’s cat, Missing)

Trivia:

💥 Agnes is the ONLY child of the family. So she only grew up with some of her cousins and friends who she considered as siblings.

💥 Agnes started to love making bombs when she started to make fireworks with her dad when she was young. 

💥 She got the nickname “Blast” from Captain Kanoa Toa. Showing how much she loves to explode things with the bombs she had and create. So from her first impressions with him she got that name.

💥Agnes also has a thing for sweets. So make sure that you hide it before she steals it from you. And whatever you do…DON’T ask her if you want some. She’ll deny it and give you a warning look. She’ll share with you if she wants to.

💥Her parents had always called her a “Gifted Child” because of her showing about her memories. At a young age, Agnes could remember every single detail that was around her. And they are very impressed and proud.

💥Spoiled. She’s been spoiled by her parents. Always. But her attitude is not being a spoiled brat? Nah. Her parents may spoil her but her heart knows when to be thankful with her parents gifts. And she loved them very much deeply.

💥Agnes had went to jail once in America for making illegal fireworks. She had insisted to her friends that she can make some for their 4th of July celebration. But little did she know that she had created a BIG one. Causing half of the neighborhood on fire.

Backstory:

February 11th, 1999. Agnes had appeared in this world on an island that she had grown up on. With two parents who had loved her until the end. Ever since she had grown up from her home. Her parents had always made sure that she was loved. And would spoil her. Mostly from her dad. Giving her sweets most of the time which her mother scolded him. But Agnes is not like she’s being a brat of NOT getting what she wanted. She appreciates EVERYTHING that her parents give her!

Her family is a bit poor since her parents don't work but only get a little money from their other family who was supporting them. Her father was a pyrotechnician. Creating fireworks is his specialty and his passion. He told her that an old friend of his who came to the island from China had taught him how when he was running a shop. But it got closed down because of the complaint and the disturbance from people who were using it unnecessarily. So they had to close it and the man had to go back to China. Her father still loves to make it so he usually goes off-island to get some material and make it here at home. And one day, he’ll teach HER how to make it. Which Agnes was really excited about.

When Agnes became a Freshman in High School. Her father started to teach her how to create fireworks (somewhere in the safeplace where no one will get hurt or get burned). He also told Agnes that she should take notes since it’ll take a LOT of steps to remember how to make it. But she insists that she doesn’t need it. Her father just shrugged and taught her how to make it. And once the father is done and let Agnes take her turn. He was shocked to see how fast Agnes was doing and saw she had gotten EVERY single step RIGHT. He has no words on how his daughter even remembers EVERYTHING. So he told his wife about it and she was shocked as well. They did a little test on her about her memories and to their surprise she remembers every little detail of it. So they have called her a “Gifted Child”. This was in 2014 when she’s a Freshman after the summer.

In her Junior years, Agnes had been helping her dad with his shop and doing her homework which she didn't mind. She has a lot of energy to do both! So she’s not worried about having trouble sleeping. While helping her dad to close the shop that night. She saw him coughing so badly that it got to the point of him fainting. She quickly called the ambulance as they took him into the hospital. Her mother and her aunt came in rushing to see them. As they all sat down, the doctor had given them sad news that he has cancer. Which it really broke their hearts to hear this. Her mother was devastated at this news while her aunty is comforting her. Agnes also comforts her mother while trying to think of a way to help her family’s shop. But her father, who already knew the news, had insisted Agnes continue to go to school. In 2016 around October.

And when Agnes had become a Senior when School started. She slowly could see that their money was running low. She wanted to help out but what CAN she do? That’s when her prayer was answered when she saw the poster of a SCIENCE FAIR. With some good money that they are going to give out for a 1st place winner! She HAS to participate. So she already told her parents about it and wanted to do the fireworks for her project. Her dad would gladly help her with it. So the two have been working all day and night as Agnes took every single note of detail about making fireworks. And once that day had come for the Science fair. She had presented her project very well to the judge and her parents were there to see her presenting her stuff. She could see the judges were very impressed by her work and how detailing she had said. So they chose her to be the WINNER! Which her parents are very proud of! But it was too soon when Agnes received her reward, she could see her father had collapsed on the floor. One of the teachers had called an ambulance. She was scared and worried that her father’s time had come. This was in 2017 around March.

2 months had passed and her father had already passed away in April after that incident from the Science Fair. Leaving only her, her mother and her aunt. Agnes had stayed strong and positive for her mother as she worked hard in school. As she kept thinking about her father so much, she bumped into someone accidentally. She saw it was one of the judges from the Science fair. Seeing the woman in her army uniform. She smiled down at Agnes and told her that she would love to talk with her about the project she did. She doesn’t mind and tells her everything she knows about the fireworks. And then the soldier had given her a pamphlet about joining the army. Agnes read it through before she saw the title that says something about bombs and demolition. THAT had gotten her attention. The woman smiled at her and told her everything about being a bomb and demolition expert. They’ll even pay her high price as long as she serves in the military which Agnes was desperate for. The woman had given her before the summer started since she’s leaving on the day AFTER the graduation. So Agnes quickly ran back home and told her mother about it because she thinks it’s a GREAT opportunity to help with the financial problems that they’re struggling with. But her mother disagreed right there. She already lost her husband. She can’t lose her ONLY daughter as well. The Aunt also agreed with the mother but she’s also on Agnes’s side too. For they are struggling with money and most of their family are off-island. So the mother hesitantly agreed with this. Until the day of the graduation, Agnes had already talked to the woman before that day and she’s ready to go on the next day to join the army. This was somewhere in June in 2017 still and she was 18-years-old when she joined in.

Agnes has been serving in the army for only 2 months and had impressed her higher officers by her skills. Knowing every detail about disarming the bomb and how fast she disarms it. She’s also very creative on how to MAKE a bomb out of scratch. Planning which one fits best to demolish the size of any building. So they have put her in Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) Specialist. And she LOVES it there.

Until 1 month later, Agnes had gotten called over to join a mission that needed a demolition expert. And that’s when she met Captain Kanoa Toa. Explaining to her of doing a rescue mission and they needed someone who can make bombs to take down the WHOLE place with the cartels. After they get everyone and find someone that they are looking for. She gladly took this and helped him to take those cartels down once and for all!

After another month later, they have already made a move into the area while Agnes is doing her handy work of placing those bombs in the building. And once she heard the Captain tell her to pull the trigger. That’s when she pressed the button and exploded the WHOLE place down. She really enjoys the view though.

And then a few months later after that tough mission, she had received an invite from the Captain asking if she would like to join his Task Force. She gladly took it and was introduced to his sister. The Second-in-Command of the Warriors Task Force. That’s the name that her Captain had brought up. The one who he was looking for during that mission. So she had joined as being the WTF’s most fearsome and chaotic bomb maker in the TEAM!

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Hi guys, I'm insane again

(This was originally a full two-page piece of Blasty and Linden, but I had to scrap it for a different 2-page piece using the other side, so I had to improvise 🙏)

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The Accusation

"Watch me," she says, arms spread wide, hands raised to the sky. "Witness me. In time, I'll master magic that will make even you fear me."

Then she turns on her heel to make a stately retreat, less hurried than her last one, and takes one step before she collapses face-first in the dirt.

Agatha and Rio, post-breakup. A bit of fighting, but also a moment of respite. Also some Agatha angst.

The first time someone throws the accusation in her face, it takes her by surprise.

She’s standing in a circle of witches, and it seems her reputation has proceeded her, because they hurl all sorts of accusations at her, all the familiar ones.

“Witch killer!”

“Kin-slayer!”

“Covenless witch!”

“Who, me?” she says, eyes wide with innocence. “Truly, sisters, I have never heard such foul charges! I am innocent! I have done none of these terrible things you would accuse me of!” And then, because why not, “What proof have you?”

“You killed my sister,” a young witch snaps.

“Oh. Did I?” Agatha purses her lips, pretends to think. “You know, now that you mention it, I do see a family resemblance. She was really annoying too.”

A nearby tree giggles in a way she suspects only she can hear. She chooses to ignore it. She isn't doing this for the amusement of trees or whatever supernatural entities might be lurking in them.

Of course, she doesn’t need to be doing this at all. She is the owner of the Darkhold, a witch whose mastery of the Cthonic arts surpasses any living magic user (she’s made sure of that). She could kill everyone here with a flick of her fingers.

But the old way is simply more fun.

One of the witches points a shaky finger in her direction. “She values nothing! She killed her mother!" She most certainly did.

Another points, accuses, the same old routine, when will they get to the blasti— "She traded her own son for the Book of the Damned!”

What.

She what.

Agatha isn’t even aware of what happens next. There are bodies, charred, burnt corpses, in front of her and she’s—

She’s laughing. She’s got her head thrown back and a terrible cackle is squeezing its way out of her throat, a laugh a little too similar to a scream.

“Agatha."

Death is many places. Right now, those places include being mere inches away from her.

Agatha has many uses for the Darkhold, many plans for it, all that terrible dark power, but here is a simple one.

It is enough power to do more than tickle Death.

What comes from her fingertips is a screaming, wild storm of unnatural purple energy, anathema to green magic. Nature withers. Trees fall to ash, flowers to rot.

And Rio bleeds.

Not much, but a trickle, down one cheek, red when it always seems like it should be black or green, a lie of humanity found nowhere else.

Death crosses her arms over her chest, looking at Agatha with wide, hurt eyes, and there is something awful, truly awful, in that gaze.

Sympathy. Pity.

“I’m sorry,” Rio says, and Agatha does the mature thing.

She runs away. She blasts off into the sky, a column of purple, leaving Death watching her go until she is entirely out of sight.

The second time, she’s more prepared.

“Nonsense,” she cackles melodramatically. “Surely even I would not do anything so terrible!”

No one believes her, of course. It makes it even easier to kill them.

She stands in a field of the dead, looks at the empty husks of powerless bodies and for a moment she doesn’t remember what it’s all for. Why she’s doing any of this.

Between one thought and the next, there is her stalker, Death herself, beautiful as a mushroom cloud. “You don’t have to let them believe that about you.”

"But I want to," she says. There is power in it, the image they all have of her as callow, heartless, unfeeling. She wishes it were true.

And then she remembers what all the power is really for.

She gives Rio a wolfish smile, one that holds terrible promise. “I’ll do it, you know.”

“Agatha, don’t.” The other woman shifts, dangerous, hip cocked, brown eyes gone hard. “Don’t even threaten it.”

“The secret is in here.” She summons the book to her, turns pages dense with information that cannot be simply read, they must be digested, studied, contemplated. There are great mysteries in the Darkhold, if the reader can resist going mad.

Well, uselessly mad.

“I’ll tear apart the veil between life and death. I will have my time. I will have what you took from me.”

“Do you think that’s what Nicky would want?”

She’s getting better. This time the terrible magic she summons peels away strips of flesh, leaves flat, white bone behind.

Rio only huffs with annoyance. “Agatha, that book will destroy you, it’s destroyed anyone who has ever dared to wield it.”

“Since when am I just anyone?”

They both freeze for a moment. There is an old interaction here, a memory of a better time. Rio smiles, unbidden. “You are not. There is no one like you, Agatha Har—“

Agatha overcommits. Not in power, but in knowledge. Her lips form an incantation she has only just begun to study, words of power spilling from her, heedless of the cost.

“Ags, no! Not that one!”

She speaks the words and for a moment, she has it! She can see—everything.

Everything.

Everything that ever was, ever will be, pouring into her like she were a clay vessel, the pressure building, ready to burst.

“Creare ordinem. Creare ordinem. Expellere quod non sit. Expellere quod non sit.”

It’s so strange to hear Rio do proper, ordinary ritual magic that it takes her a moment to place the voice. “No,” she snarls. “No, I almost had it!”

“Agatha, beloved, you did not ‘almost have it’.” The raw fury in Rio’s voice shocks her into momentary silence. “You almost tore yourself apart. Unmade yourself completely.”

It takes Agatha a moment to comprehend that, and then she manages a weak laugh. “Ooooh.” She clambers shakily to her feet, meeting Death’s eyes. Chucks her under the chin in a way no one else, living or dead, would dare. ”That’s it, hmm? You’d finally have lost me for good.”

Rio catches her wrist and her gaze, and for a moment, holds her pinned in place. “You would have ceased to exist. So, yes, I would have lost you. Are you so desperate to be rid of me that you’d prefer nonexistence?”

“Depends on the day,” Agatha answers, too honest.

Rio’s gaze gentles in a way she despises. “With time, the grief will lessen.”

That is not the right thing to say at all.

Agatha jerks away and tries to cast something, becomes aware of her own exhaustion and staggers, suffers the humiliation of Rio catching her by the shoulders and steadying her. “I will do it! Give me time. I’ll bring him back to me,” she declares instead, bravado all that’s left to her.

“You know I can’t allow that.”

When she wants to, Agatha Harkness can also smile like the end of the world. She throws her arms around Rio's neck, looks into Death's eyes. "Try and stop me."

“Don’t make me,” Rio whispers, endless, immortal gaze fixed solely on Agatha.

Agatha's laugh is sharp, mocking. "Who could? Who could make Death do anything? Certainly not me." She releases Rio, knowing that is always the cruelest thing she can do. "Watch me," she says, arms spread wide, hands raised to the sky. "Witness me. In time, I'll master magic that will make even you fear me."

Then she turns on her heel to make a stately retreat, less hurried than her last one, and takes one step before she collapses face-first in the dirt. She tries to summon her power, but her purple is only a faint flicker across her fingers. She couldn't fly her way out of this one if she wanted to.

"…Very scary," Rio says, crouching next to her, clearly on the verge of breaking into giggles. "Ags, I think you overdid it."

Agatha huddles for a moment, knees pulled to chest. She feels tired. She feels every one of her several hundred years, fighting with Death, stealing and mastering dark magic, missing a boy who took her heart with him when he died. "…So what now? Going to stab me today?" she asks Rio. That is a thing Death does sometimes, stabbing. She can't kill Agatha, it isn't her time, but she can make Agatha bleed.

Rio hesitates, then shakes her head. "I was thinking I could make a campfire and make you some tea?"

"Ew," Agatha says. "We're mortal enemies, remember?"

Rio's gaze goes harder. Her smile goes wider, and a flicker of a skull appears beneath full lips. "Do you want me to stab you?"

Agatha reconsiders. "Well. If you were going to have some tea, I might join you for a cup?"

"You sure?" Rio asks. "Because if you'd rather—" The flat of the knife taps Agatha on the cheek with some force, making her flinch back. It occurs to her suddenly that Rio is being very, very nice about this, she hasn't been able to touch Agatha since she acquired the Darkhold, hasn't been able to cut or stab or truly wound her once. And now Agatha is vulnerable.

Perhaps now is not the time to try Death's patience.

"…I'd really like some tea," Agatha confesses, worrying her lower lip between her teeth and looking up at Rio from under her lashes. "Please?"

"Theeeeere's my girl. I was wondering when the manipulation and charm were going to come out," Rio kisses her on the top of the head, which makes her flinch back, but then she does start a fire and she does grow tea plants right there, something Agatha secretly never tires of watching. She plucks fresh leaves and make them both cups of tea that taste so familiar Agatha fights briefly against tears.

Just the exhaustion, no doubt. "Make me another cup," she says when the first is done, imperious, demanding, but she does see Rio's smile.

Maybe it's also the exhaustion, but she doesn't hate that either.

She summons the Darkhold to her. "You're too tired," Rio scolds.

"I can study, anyway," Agatha murmurs, and this, too, has the ring of old familiarity, Agatha with her nose in some tome or other, Rio reminding her that she needs to attend to simple human needs like eating or sleeping.

Ironic, a being with none of those needs being the one who always remembered them. But then, Rio had always been surprisingly attentive to Agatha. Obsessively, even.

"Yes, beloved, study the book famous for driving people mad while you're exhausted and drained. That won't have any negative consequences."

"Weak people," Agatha murmurs. Then, "Stop calling me that."

"No," Rio says, meeting her eyes, another of those skeletal smiles crossing her face. "Never. I love you, Agatha Harkness. I adore you."

"Not enough," Agatha says and sees Rio go rigid, eyes wide. She braces for attack, expects a knife or a vine, perhaps a blast of power she can't absorb.

Instead Rio simply pops out of existence, like a soap bubble sustaining too much pressure.

"…Good riddance," Agatha murmurs after a moment and dismisses the book, banking the fire and curling into a ball to try to sleep. It's been years since she slept rough like this, but she's simply too exhausted to go any farther.

It surprises her how well she sleeps. It shocks her even more to wake lying on a bed of thick, springy moss, a blanket of woven grass covering her. She fingers the blanket for a moment, then shoves it aside. "I don't need your help," she tells the air, though she summons her power before she does, makes sure her reserves are replenished enough that she could fight Death if she needed to. "After all," she continues, her face lit with a savage, world-devouring smile. "I'm Agatha Harkness, the evil witch who traded her the son for the Book of the Damned."

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLASTY BBY🧡🧡🧡🧡💥💥💥

I will eventually have a drawing to post but I have been so busy I have not had free time in over three months. I’m planning a cute little art piece that’ll hopefully be posted soon.

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