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Holy ****... I've only gone and done a sequel!
A long time ago, in a lifetime very different to that which I have now, I wrote a novel. An actual, proper-ish novel (this is open to debate obviously, given the reception it received.) in which I sent a character I had created on a road trip into her past and that of her family. It was a violent, unpleasant and politically insensitive story, based on corrupt politics, vampires and murder for hire. I entitled this novel 'Leticia, Sunset Hunter' and was genuinely proud of what I had written.
My partner and I desperately tried to find a publisher or an agent to release the novel, but being the weird neuro-atypical freak that I am, I was barely able to believe in myself, let alone the power of my words. So after three hundred letters, with only one positive reply who never write back again, I called it a day and retreated into my shell, like a sad little snail, scared of the big wide world. The rejection felt like a cricket bat to the stomach, I had been judged harshly by the world of publishing and I did not take that judgement well.
Time went by and I remembered the words of my dear friend and mentor Mr Smith... “Have you looked into modern electronic publishing?” As an early adopter of the Apple Mac, Mr Smith was way ahead of me in terms of modern gadgets. He had iPods before anyone else had ePods! (sorry for the poor alphabetical pun!). He read his morning paper on the first generation iPad and knowing him, he was probably on first name terms with Steve Jobs. Sadly both of these men are now dead and in truth I greatly loved one of them and miss him to this day.
My first attempt at publishing was with a book of short stories. This was also my first attempt at editing a piece of my writing and I was abysmal at it. The short stories contained spelling mistakes, missed letters, lost words, changes in font and variable font size. It was a beautiful disaster, but I still loved it. This went up on Amazon Kindle and I sold at least three to well meaning friends, who let me down gently as to the quality of what they had paid for. As you would expect for such a service, Amazon took seventy percent of the profit and I received a few pence for each copy sold, which after a few months added up to the grand total of fifty three... Pence.
So releasing Leticia on Kindle was probably my best bet. I worked for months, preparing the story, working on the edits and slowly going insane. My therapist helped me deal with the feelings of failure with some kind words. “By publishing on Kindle, you are staying true to the purity of your own voice.” So publish her I did and the feelings of shame and self doubt grew like a tumour in my belly. Leticia was far from perfect and in truth I would write a very different book now, but I have to be true to the purity of my voice. The me of then who wrote Leticia, was desperate to be loved. So when I recently edited Leticia, I made sure that I was kind to the me of then and all I changed was the formatting mistakes and a couple of blindingly awful spelling or grammatical errors. I also gave Leticia a new cover, ready to be joined by her sequel, David.
When people have pets, they give them cute, lovable names (except for poor black kittens who often end up being named after something demonic), my cat for example has an adorable name. He is a sixteen year old ginger tabby called Jasper Doodahs and as I write this, he is curled up fast asleep between my ankles. Naming books is just as difficult as naming pets, if not more so. I can only imagine how many modern pets have been named Grogu or other Star Wars names, I know of at least one Ahsoka, who is a beautiful little silver tabby queen. The problem with books is that you cannot use names from films, it gets very confusing if you do and can be problematic when Lawyers are called in to ask you to stop. So I use human names for my books and here I present David : Dark Walker.
What is David about? Well, it picks up hours after the end of Leticia, with David on his way to meet Rosalind, Leticia's mother, when a woman from his long forgotten past reaches out to him. From there we have yet more travel, through this world and into others with violent and unpleasant outcomes and then right at the end, we lead into a final sequel. I wish that I could tell you more about the sequel, but as we speak, the plan is in its most basic form and nothing has been written other than a few introductory lines of text.
David is finally available now and is book two in the Vampyrican trilogy. At just over one hundred and twenty thousand words, you get around ten thousand words for roughly each pound you spend on my book. I started writing David in 2017 and since then we have had Brexit, a global pandemic, financial collapse, war in Europe and an awful lot of unnecessary deaths caused by the piss poor performance of politicians globally. None of this appears in David, well none of the real stuff anyway, but there is plenty of technocratic theocracy and maybe hints of cyber punk, with maybe a lot of love for and influence from my favourite movie of all time, Bladerunner.
What this means is that with my greater experience of being a writer now, I asked someone else to pass their eye across my final manuscript and they corrected a number of irritating mistakes for me. I still do not have the money to be able to pay an editor what they are worth to professionally work on my book, but this is hopefully a better step forwards with the reading experience for my readers. So I implore you, go and read my new novel, buy it on Kindle and/or paperback. If you live local to me, I can even sign a paperback for you. What I can tell you, should you wish to read my Vampyrican trilogy, you will be getting the purity of my voice, albeit a voice that has changed and matured over the years. I still love Leticia, but David is better and who knows, the final in the series might well be better again, when she lands on your kindle reader or bookshelf. Actually, there is a hint, book three has a girl's name and she is a character all of her own.
#amazon kindle#sci fi novel#Jayne Hecate#creative writing#fiction writing#novel writing#writing#kindle publishing#kindle direct publishing#cyber punk#cyber punk genre#vampire fiction#thriller#assassin fiction
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could u write karma with a s/o that doesn’t get into trouble? Kinda like an opposite like they’re still outgoing but the type to never skip and only wanting straight A’s and are kinda sensitive in contrast to him? (🫶🫶ur writing is so cute idk if you still write for karmaa aaa!!😭)
Note: I will NEVER stop writing for karma 😤😤😤
Honestly?
He doesn't even really notice you at first.
Another student in class-E, just like any other.
Obviously that is until you managed to score higher than him in maths during exam season.
It started off as a miniature rivalry, very one-sided might I add.
He'd come to you smirking by the end of the next exam with a mark higher than yours only to be surprised when you smile widley and congratulate him.
Every. Single. Time.
Huh?
You're not supposed to do that, your eyes are supposed to burn with determination and annoyance. You're supposed to snatch that paper from his hands and wipe that stupid smirk off his face.
Clearly not.
Its not even a fake smile, there isn't even a hint of malice in your eyes.
It's almost as if you're happy for him.
You don't even know him, not properly at least.
This really changes perspectives for the assassin so now he's shifted into doing everything in his power for your recognition.
Which doesn't seem to be very hard to gain as he notices that you're a bit popular in class.
Not entirely popular, but if students come up to you they'll only get a sweet greeting every time as if they're a long-time friend of yours.
You're basically Koro-sensei's golden child. Wide sparkling eyes every time you put your hand up in class to you answer his questions, he could weep at how adorable you are.
Everyone comes up to you for anything really.
Help with homework, a quick check in, or just to talk. You're always so easy to talk to, so gentle all the time.
Even Itona will quietly chat with you in a corner.
You're just so...approachable.
In Karma's eyes that's unfair. He needs to catch your attention and now.
Maybe to prove something to himself or just boredom, he doesn't need a reason.
So now he's the one asking for homework help. He can answer the questions in his sleep, you know it too.
He's still gonna play dumb, tap you on the shoulder and muster up his best clueless look.
Even in class, Karma has "coincidentally" managed to switch seats to be your desk partner.
You didn't hear it from me but maybe an octopus-like teacher has something to do with that.
Anyway.
Now that you're basically knee to knee with him in class, this allows karma to charm his way into your every day life.
Constantly stealing away your time with anything he can possibly think of.
He'll do this thing where he just wraps his arms around your shoulders and sultry whine into your ear.
"_____, help me please?"
He'll even throw in a pout.
Nagisa has to pry him off of you.
You don't even ask why he's suddenly around you nearly 24/7, you're just glad to be of help really and though you think he's a bit strange he's quite sweet.
A well known charismatic (possible) sadist, but sweet.
Class trip? He's sitting next to you on the bus.
Getting ice-cream? He already knows your favourite flavour.
Study session? You'll need to work together, being the two top students in class it would only be sensible to partner up for academics. This lead to him coming over a lot and vice versa, need to keep those grades up you know.
Spending the weekend at home? Don't be silly, you're flying to the country of your choice on a whim with a certain red-haired 'friend' of yours.
Having rich absent parents really does come in handy sometimes.
But this whole game is tiring him out.
You've gotten close, yes. He's flustered you plenty, yes. But you haven't confessed to him at all!
It's infuriating.
He wants you to like him at least, because he's teetering on the edge of obsession for you.
Because 'friends' don't hold hands all the time, they don't hug longingly or stay up late thinking of the other.
It'll all click in to place when he just goes red in the face, kisses your cheek once and just spews his feeling out like a flood.
"I like you."
"...Oh."
( ╹▽╹ )
Coughing, he'll look away and pretend like nothing happened while trying desperately to renew his previous charm.
Just say you like him back, he's already maxed out on embarrassment.
#headcannons#anime#fiction#fluff#assclass x reader#assassination classroom x reader#assassination classroom#karma assassination classroom#karma x reader#karma akabane x reader#hes so babygirl#thank u for ur ask!#this was sitting in my drafts for so long im so sorry 😭
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awwh happy 859th birthday altaïr
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Imagine your emotionless/stoic F/O suddenly hug you and say “I love you”. Maybe it's their first time saying it, or they rarely show affection, so it's a special moment.
#imagine f/o#imagine fictional other#selfshipping#selfship#proship friendly#fictional other#villain f/o#my f/o tags ->#my beloved assassin#my needle man
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Assassination classroom got banned in some schools in Florida and Wisconsin.
On the basis that it could make "students think it's OK to kill their teachers", Jennifer Pippin, chair of the Indian River County chapter of Moms for Liberty, removed it from the schools library. Her group is actually outright stating that this manga is somehow correlated to school shootings, and therefore should be banned.
I'm horrified. First of all because if you spend more than two seconds actually *reading* the manga, the point isn't at all to endorse gun violence, but it's a severe critique to the educational system in Japan. But most importantly, from now on what else is gonna be banned in the name of safety? What about some of the most important classics in literature, will they also be banned because of violent themes that may inspire kids to misbehave?
This is exactly the kind of shit that you can find in anti logic, the belief that fiction affects reality to a 1:1 basis, which leads to the suppression of art and by proxy people's voices. It's not protection, it's not prevention, it's fascism. Censorship will never solve school shootings, it won't solve anything at all, but it will make you ignorant and it will take away your voice and your freedom.
Fuck Jennifer Pippin, fuck "Moms for liberty", and fuck any piece of shit that shares their bullshit ideology.
#anti censorship#pro fiction#pro fic#assassination classroom#assclass#ansatsu kyoushitsu#discourse#proship#pro ship#proship please interact#my post
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So….
Hello. I’m kinda in love with your writing. And I maybe wanted to see if you’d be interested in writing an assassin x servant (of whoever assassin was sent to kill) snippet. Idk it’s just a thought. If you want.
:)) have a good day/night
The servant awoke to the press of cold steel against their throat. The hand clamped on their mouth muffled to instinctual yelp.
The assassin's familiar eyes were dark like an oil slick, glinting in the moonlight as they fixed the servant with an incredulous glare.
The servant swallowed against the blade.
The last time they had been so close, the assassin's eyes were not glaring, but no less molten. They'd taken the servant's face in hands and kissed them - kissed them like they were the best thing in the world.
"I'm going to take my hand off your mouth," the assassin murmured. "Move or make a sound and I'll slit your throat. Do you understand?"
The servant managed the tiniest nod.
They'd known, they'd suspected, but tears still pricked the corners of their eyes.
The assassin's hand slid away and the servant drew in a shaky breath. They shouldn't have been startled, shouldn't have been hurt, but their heart still raced. Still broke.
"Where is the prince?" the assassin demanded.
"Not here."
The assassin gave them a scathing look.
The servant was, after all, in the prince's bed. Where a prince might reasonably be at three in the morning.
The last look, the kiss look, had been so intent and not scathing at all. They'd looked at the servant like they were wonderful. A sunrise. A hope.
The servant swallowed again, and licked their dry lips. "I'm the decoy. It's not - I didn't - we're not lovers." There was no good reason for them to explain, especially not to the assassin. Not after the assassin had tried to use them to get close to their master. Until the moment they'd woken up with the blade at their throat, they'd foolishly hoped...
The assassin studied their face.
"Push down the bedsheets," the assassin said. "Move slowly."
The servant did so, their own attention still locked on the assassin, waiting for the moment that the knife would cut through their skin and end it all. Information was the only reason to keep the servant alive, but even then...no good assassin would let a servant who had seen their face survive the night.
The assassin's stare raked over the servant's ill-fitting silk pyjamas; a copy of the prince's nightclothes. Their free hand skated down, double checking for weapons, and it was a touch the servant had daydreamed about only yesterday.
"A decoy." The assassin bit their lip. "They think I will kill you, thinking you the prince, and leave satisfied?"
"Yes." It came out a hoarse whisper. They shivered at the brush of cold air against their skin. They'd never slept in a bed so comfortable, so surely it wasn't the worst place to spend their last night.
They just wished...
Well. Wishing was stupid. They should have known better.
"I will not be satisfied." The assassin's words were a serpentine croon, and they traced the knife up the servant's throat to their cheek. "You are not my target."
"No." Despite everything, despite the fear, despite the knowledge they would die as so many did in the service of royal blood. "Just the key you were using to get to them. The tool." Disgust laced their voice. Disgust, fury, was better than hurt. The tear still blazed down their cheek.
The assassin's eyes flickered, but whatever the myriad emotions there, the servant couldn't read them.
"I enjoyed our time together," the assassin said. "More than I ever expected to. Who's idea was the decoy?"
"Mine."
That seemed to surprise the assassin. There was some satisfaction to that.
"You would be so blindly loyal to a prince who would let you die in his place? Who does not care for you?"
"As opposed to an assassin who would destroy stability in this kingdom and kill me like I'm nothing?"
The assassin's jaw clenched. "Not nothing."
"Just another drop of blood on your hands to get to what you want."
"Where. Is. The. Prince?"
"You'll have to kill me."
"I don't want to kill you!"
"Well, that seems like a failing for an assassin."
The assassin pressed the knife in a little deeper, before pulling back. They straightened, stepping out of the thin shard of moonlight, into the shadows of the grand room around them.
The servant stayed frozen, unsure what to do - they hadn't planned for the assassin to withdraw, to let them go. They'd known their foolish heart had put everyone at risk, and so they'd thought - hoped -
They squinted into the darkness, trying to adjust to it, to see if the assassin was still there or if they'd slipped silently away. Maybe the servant would never see them again. The servant wished that didn't make a terrible ache fill their chest, wished it didn't make their ragged breath catch.
Wishing, wishing, wishing. All the more useless wishing.
The assassin was still standing there, watching them, even if it was long past safe for them to linger.
"You're not nothing," the assassin said. "Not to me. Never to me."
Then, they were truly gone.
In the morning, the servant lied that the assassin had never turned up at all.
#assassin#assassins#writing#story#creative writing#fiction#fic#original fiction#fiction writing#short story#ficlet#writeblr#enemies to lovers
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Rainy Afternoon 🌧
Karma x Reader One shot 🍓🍥
✮Type~Fluff
✮Character~Karma Akabane
✮Context~Karma comes by unannounced on a rainy Sunday afternoon
✮Song~You're here that's the thing
𓍊𖦹𓋼꩜☆꩜𓋼𖦹𓍊
It had been raining all day you were covered in fluffy blankets laying in your bed, listening to the rain hit your window. Your parents aren't home so it's just you and your cat Pepper alone, you almost fall asleep but then you hear a knock on the door
Pepper lifts his head up the same time you turn your head looking pit your door, it's weird your parents aren't supposed to be home early, and even so they have keys.
You place your book down on the your blanket and walk down stairs, you stand on the tip of your toes and look through the little hole in your door
"Karma?"
You unlock and open the door seeing your boyfriend, soaked and a bit bloody.
"Hey gorgeous~" he smiles
"What happened!?" You quickly pull him inside then walk twords the closest at the end of the hallway, leaving him at the entrance
"What?" He spoke as if it was any other day looking down the hallway for you
You quickly come back with a towel dragging him to a chair and making him sit down as you begin to dry his hair
"You know what, did you think I'd just ignore the fact you're wet and bloody!?" You scold him
"Chill most of it's not my blood" he stares at you with a smile "you're so pretty"
Even though most of it's not his blood you can still see some cuts and bruises
"Stop trying to kiss ass!" You glare at him but still find yourself blushing at his words
You sigh looking into his eyes with a serious expression "what happened"
He smirks and pecks you on the lips
"Karma"
"Fine" he sighs "I just got into a fight"
"Obviously" you set the towel on the table behind him and walk into the bathroom opening the medicine cabinet "go ahead and tell me I'm listening"
"Well.." He drags it out "I ran into some people from school and they were talking about you"
"What?" You question walking out of the bathroom with the first aid kit sitting next to him and taking his hand so you can bandage it up "what were they saying about me?"
"Dumb shit they pulled out of their asses" he sounded upset thinking back to it
Rumors have been spread about you since you dumped Gakushu so you're not surprised, but you decide not to press on it any longer seeing how much it upset him.
You sigh "I appreciate you defending me but you need to stop fighting, sooner or later you'll get expelled"
He scoffs "they can't expel me it wasn't even on school property"
You sigh once again though it wasn't on school property knowing principle Asano and how much he hates 3-E (and you) you don't doubt he'll try and find a way to get Karma in trouble just to upset you. You're caught up in your thoughts till you feel Karma cup your cheeks
"Hello, earth to (Y/n)?" He starts to squish your cheeks now
"Sorry Karma, I was just thinking" you look away from him with a bit of a pout
He frowns then leans in closer as your foreheads touch. You close your eyes, preparing for a kiss but instead you feel him pinch your cheek
You glare at him and rub your cheek
"Welp I'm gonna change" he gets up, he usually stays at your house so he ends up leaving shirts and stuff over here all the time, and the clothes he's wearing now are soaked
He goes upstairs and you lay your head on the table, almost falling asleep.. Well you did fall asleep but only for like three minutes! Then you feel paws on your head, you look up a bit and see two little black paws. You sigh petting pepper
"What am I gonna do with him?"
"Whatever you want princess" you feel arms wrap around you and you're suddenly picked up and thrown over his shoulder
"Karma put me down!" You gently punch his back and your legs swing slightly causing a curious pepper to swat at your pink fluffy socks like they were flies
"If you insist" he shrugs and acts as if he's going to drop you
"WAIT!"
He chuckles "don't worry princess I'd never drop you" he holds now holds you bridal style and walks upstairs into your room "I've thought about it though"
"Karma" you groan
He smiles setting you on the bed then kisses your forehead, he lays down and cuddles with you
You smiles sweetly at him and miss his cheek where a band aid was "I love you Karma"
His smile stays, he's always happy when with you it's almost impossible to be upset. He strokes your hair and kisses your lips "I love you too"
And the rest of your rainy afternoon was spent with kisses and cuddles, listening to the rain hit your window
#karma x reader#karma akabane#karma#assasination classroom#karma assassination classroom#karma akabane x reader#karma akabane x you#anime and manga#anime#anime x reader#akabane karma#akabane karma x reader#karma x you#x y/n#y/n#fanfic#fan fiction#fanfiction
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Gifts from your assassin boyfriend
A short blurb from a story I'm working on.
Assassin Harem X Female Reader
General Plot: You've been kidnapped by assassin brothers who claim you are their queen
T: blood, knives, poison, are mentioned briefly, some minor nsfw, yandere vibe
“I liked her better naked and in…what do you call them…little tails?” Qhen broke in, taking his place next to his brother. He was referring to the pigtails he'd put in your hair earlier in the bath. He held out his hand to you and in it was a small bottle.
“What’s this?” you asked taking the bottle from him and examining it. It was tiny and so black it seemed to absorb the soft lights illuminating the room. You opened the top and sniffed it. More blood? The last thing they gave you was a glass full of blood to drink.
“A gift. Poison,” he said.
You quickly capped the bottle and checked you fingers for any residue, holding it as loosely as possible.
“I’m not going to drink it,” you said, looking at him. Is that what he wanted? For you to kill yourself in front of him?
“I thought you should have some in case you need it. Two drops of this will kill in two minutes, but the effect is immediate. I would only use it on those you really don’t like, though, the death is very painful and you bleed from your eyes. If you would like to develop an immunity to it, like me, dip a pin in the bottle and poke yourself with it every day.”
You stared at the bottle and set it down on the vanity. Remember to stay polite.
“Um…thank you,” you said.
Ceth got your attention with an oblong gold box, tied with some kind of plant.
“Another gift for you,” he said.
You took the box, your heart beating. Would it be someone’s leg…a forearm? Your fingers trembled as you carefully undid the wrapping. Inside was a gold hilted dagger, just small enough for your hand. He took it from you and pulled out the sheath laying beneath it. You shuddered as he gingerly slid the skirt of your dress out of the way, revealing one leg and fastened the sheath to your thigh.
“Keep this with you always,” he said.
“O-okay,” you said. What kinds of gifts were these?! Assassin’s gifts.
#x reader#assassin x reader#harem x reader#monster x reader#alien x reader#monster oc#alien oc#monster boyfriend#alien boyfriend#original fiction#fantasy fiction#monster romance#yandere#yandere male
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A Picture’s Worth || jjk (teaser)
Pairings: Jungkook x Reader
Other Tags: Ex-Art Thief!Reader, Ex-Assassin!Reader, Ex-Gang member!Reader, Gang member!Jungkook, Assassin!Jungkook, Hitman!Jungkook, Thief!Jungkook
Genre: Strangers to lovers, gang AU, mafia AU, Fluff, Angst, Smut
Estimated Release Date: 07/2023
Est. Word Count: ~35-40k+
Summary: After pulling off the largest art heist of her career, Y/N has put that life behind her. However, after 4 years out of the business, she comes home to find a stranger in her house.
Warnings: violence, blood, gang activity, mafia activity, mentions of death, crime, robberies, graphic depictions of injuries, guns, knives, major character(s) injured, police corruption, I’m not a gang member or anything so I could be wrong about that stuff, bad Russian, I tried my best; tbd...
Author’s Note: It’s been a while since I’ve written a one-shot- especially something this long. So, I thought “why not?” I’ve already gotten A TON written, but still going. Editing will be... fun, to say the least. This has been really exciting to write so far, though :)
I knew something was off when a new motorcycle was parked out front. Briefly checking the plates, I was even more weary when they were from Jersey. I knew far too many people in that corner of the US. Still, I told myself that it could be anybody. Perhaps one of my new neighbors was from Hoboken. That was highly unlikely, though. Eyeing the red leather jacket hanging from one of the handles, I only knew one person who owned something like that. I guess I will be seeing Jimin tonight. The thought bothered me far more than I thought it would.
Taking my time going up the stairs, I considered calling Hoseok and demanding to know why Park was sniffing around my apartment. I knew I should have moved out, should have tried something new, but the thought of leaving the only home I ever knew bothered me. Using the time climbing to my advantage, I slowly steeled myself. Jimin could smell weakness from a mile away. He was also one person who could convince me to do bad things.
The excitement that ran through me at the idea sickened me.
Starting at the 4 on the door, I braced myself. When I walked into that hallway all traces of the new me had to disappear. There can be no laughter, no crying, and no open hostility. I would have to be a blank slate. With one small breath, I pulled the door and went into the hall.
There wasn’t a body in sight, but I knew better than to go off of that. Jimin could get into my apartment with relative ease. No one would notice either. Everyone else that lived was too busy making ends meet to pay attention to the stranger sneaking into my house.
Taking my keys out of my purse, I unlocked the door and walked inside. I could smell him. It was, however, not Jimin. Jimin only wore Orange Blossom by Jo Malone. Whoever this was smelled like baby powder and flowers. My guard completely up now, I continued further into the studio and kicked the door closed behind me. Whoever it was, I knew had been standing behind the door. The smell was not as potent as it had been before.
Going into the kitchen, I shrugged my coat off before throwing it behind me. I heard it hit something and it was a blur after that. I quickly snatched a kitchen knife from the drying rack and threw myself to the ground. The man grabbed my hands. Kicking his inner thigh, I rolled from underneath him and shot up. He threw his arms up.
“Stop!”
Ignoring him, I threw the knife. The man reacted quickly, catching the blade in between his hands before throwing it down on the floor. While he was distracted, I slid on the floor and grabbed the pistol from under my bed. Pointing it at the man, he rolled his eyes dramatically.
“What are you going to do? Shoot me?”
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I want Danny to be the ancient master of space. I want Clockwork to be excited about it. I want Danny to hurt as he grows in power and becomes something even less human. I want Clockwork to not understand Danny’s pain but still trying to comfort him. I want people to write more stories about Space Ancient Danny and Clockwork, but goddamnit, I guess I’m gonna have to do it myself.
Update: I'm writing a fic.
#assassin rants#assassin rambles#danny phantom#space ancient danny#ancient of space danny#danny & clockwork#lost time#damnit Jim I'm an artist not a writer#fan fiction#danny phantom fan fiction#time and space
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Hiii, can I request asano x reader x karma in poly relationship scenario/headcanons? I want a lot of fluff pls
Note: omg I've been dying to this awee, Btw Fem pronouns are used <3
...How?
How did you three even happen??
Class E is flabbergasted.
Honestly, they didn't think Asano was ever going to be capable of removing that stick up his ass, much less for you and Karma of all people.
But your trio is the ultimate power couple of the school and koro-sensi is fangirling hard.
Since Asano is the son of the school principle when I say power couple I mean power. Couple.
Karma likes to joke around and use that as a threat to the rest of the students so -
Both the boys argue a lot so you're the glue that makes this relationship stick.
Doesn't mean you're ever less appreciated.
It also doesn't mean that the two don't love each other dearly.
They love spoiling you.
Definitely make it a competition to see who can one up the other to "win" your heart once more.
It's all in good fun and both know that they are just as much loved and cherished as the other to you.
But still, Karma is going to win that ungodly sized plushie for you at the carnival fair.
Yes. Still Asano will take you out to the most extravagant dinners he can muster.
It's their love language, besides being annoying of course.
Other than that they are so. cute. Together.
Your camera roll is filled with pictures of them cuddled up and asleep.
Who knew Asano could be a little spoon when you're not around.
Karma constantly teases him about it only to be kissed to shut up.
Study datesss.
Asano refused to have slackers as loving partners.
When your in public there'll be next to zero pda besides like hand holding.
Some people may even question you three are even in a relationship rather than just a very good friendship.
That is until they see Karma poking at you and Asano nagging at him like a married couple.
In private it's a whole other story.
Cutesy couple energy to the max.
They still argue tho.
"Put them doWN-"
"noo~" :3
Emotionally constipated + extremely touch starved = very clingy boyfriends
With one another and with you espically.
Both Like feeding u and each other but in private.
They don't look it but domesticity is the way to their hearts.
Easily jealous obviously but they have very peculiar ways to go about their jealousy.
I'm talking thinly veiled threats of murder kind of ways.
They aren't whiny, very confident and powerful personas. If anything they can be quite mean.
Evil even.
But they love youu~
(≧▽≦)
#headcannons#anime#fiction#fluff#assclass#assclass x reader#assassination classroom x reader#karma assassination classroom#asano assassination classroom#assassination classroom#asano gakushuu#karama akabane#karma#karma x reader#karma akabane x reader#asano x reader#gakushuu asano x reader
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love those "ye did WHAT" looks they give each other
#actually... i just love them#very much#its a good day to be pansexual and being attracted to fictional characters lads#mary read#james kidd#edward kenway#assassin's creed#ac: black flag#assassin's creed black flag
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Submitted by @saberamane
After seeing that chinchilla Desmond ask, it reminded me of my first impression upon encountering the ferox in Ark survival evolved, Genesis part 1. I know it has a cat/fox like face and kind of red panda tail and monkey-ish body but, my first experience with it was in game, as I hadn’t watched the trailer. And I thought it was a mutated chinchilla…
Saying that! A Ferox! Desmond au would be amazing. He’s small and cute, doing cute little hops to beg for treats, and then he’s a 7 foot tall wolf-gorilla thing capable of tearing your head off your body…
I just have a picture of guards angrily breaking into an ancestor’s house (like the Auditore villa at the start of AC2) and finding this cute…thing just sitting on the other side of the door, wagging it’s tail, and then they watch in horror as it suddenly grows, up and up, and up.
And then there’s nothing but screams…
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Additions by teecup
For those unfamiliar with what a Ferox look like, here you go:
Desmond would probably spend quite a lot of time trying to get used to his new body, especially his newly acquired four arms so he’d be a bit of a klutz too. And he’d be super surprised when he first transforms into his other form but also ‘hell yeah!’.
Desmond would just be a fluffy sweet bunny? Fox? Cat? No one knows (and Leonardo is trying to understand what he is) but that doesn’t really matter since Desmond is more or less docile and just likes to eat and cuddle. Not being liked by him would make a person a social pariah XD
So we have an idea of how Desmond could screw up AC2 (also, he can totally protect Monteriggioni by going on a rampage on the papacy army, although this might start a rumor of Monteriggioni having a demon as an attack dog) and Desmond could easily thwart Charles Lee’s plan to burn down Ratonhnhaké:ton’s village by going ham on them either while staying with Kaniehtí:io that day or by transforming and ‘taking care’ of the soldiers before Charles Lee could even hurt Ratonhnhaké:ton.
Now, the most common setup would be for Desmond to be Altaïr’s pet but may I suggest an alternative: Desmond as baby Sef’s pet? Sef found him while he and Darim are playing (maybe they were even able to sneak out of Masyaf) and he brought him back because Desmond doesn’t recognize Sef but he looks a lot like Altaïr so he just makes soft purring sounds as he put all his arms in the air in the universal gesture of ‘pick me up’ and Sef does.
His transformation is kept a secret and Altaïr thinks Desmond might have mutated with the use of a POE. He’s still more or less Sef’s pet even though Desmond likes to follow Altaïr around when Sef isn’t in Masyaf.
So when Swami tried to assassinate Sef in his sleep, Desmond is curled on top of Sef’s chest and he jumped down, staring at Swami.
Swami’s eyes widened as Desmond transformed right in front of him and he let out a scream that gets drowned by Desmond’s roar.
Sef immediately wakes up to see Desmond pinning Swami against the floor and Sef knew that something fishy is certainly going on. Even though Swami is babbling that it was his father who ordered for his death, Sef doesn’t believe him.
First of all: His father wouldn’t order for this death. Of all the things Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad might and might not be, his love for his family will never be questioned.
Second of all: Even if Altaïr wanted him dead, he wouldn’t pick someone like Swami to kill him, that’s insulting. (At this point, both Swami and Desmond just stare at Sef because, yeah, he might be nicer and sweeter than his father but the Ibn-La'Ahad arrogance seems to be hereditary).
“Third of all…” Sef looked at Desmond and grinned, “Shall we get some exercise, Desmond?”
Desmond roared his agreement and…
That day, the conspiracy against Altaïr’s family and allies was thwarted by a large monster. Many of Abbas’ supposed allies squealed like pigs and admitted everything while being pinned down by said monster.
Malik drowned in paperwork that day.
#submission#you know what?#i am still tagging this as#desmond is turned into an animal subgenre#ferox is fictional but still an animal#fuck i should have made the tag#desmond is turned into a creature subgenre#to cover more grounds XD#desmond as a ferox#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#desmond miles#ezio auditore#ratonhnhaké:ton#connor kenway#altaïr ibn la'ahad#sef ibn la'ahad#swami
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Everlasting's Master List.
Hello, I'm everlastlady also known as Lady Everlasting. This is my master list that discusses what I have written and fandoms I wtite for. Here you will find stories I have written and just things about me.
I'm 21 years old. My birthday is June 8th so I'm a gemini. The reason I'm on Tumblr is to enjoy fanart, discussions, and fan fiction. I'm also here to write silly little fan fictions of characters that I enjoy. I do want to be a published writer one day so I am working on my own projects. I'm bisexual, demisexual, and demi romantic. My pronouns are she/they. I enjoy writing, books, rain, coffee, tea, sleeping, nature, and photography. When I'm not writing stories or reading books. I'm practicing witchcraft, playing guitar, or playing stardew valley.
I also enjoy horror movies, true crime documentaries or videos, plush toys, and visual novel games. I have seizures so I'm cautious how I spend my screen time. I have other medical issues that I won't go into about. I'm a plant lover and really love spicy foods. I have too many comfort characters to name but my number one comfort character is Kakuzu from Naruto. If you want to get to know me more than feel free to dm me, my Instagram is ladyeverlasting_
✧Fandoms I Write For✧
Hazbin Hotel
Helluva Boss
Creepypasta
Welcome Home
DC
Marvel
Overwatch
Stardew Valley
Assassins Creed
Slashers
Certain Anime Shows, just ask me
Request Are: closed
Ask Are: closed
If request are open then feel free to send them in but if they are closed please do not send anything or I'll delete them. Ask will always be open but don't spam me please. Also if you have an issue with me please don't use sunglasses to hide behind having an issue with me, just dm me. Also I'm open to criticism because I do want to grow and learn. Just at the end of the day please be respectful.
Helluva Boss
✧- Husband Mammon
✧- Mammon Bloody Legend: Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10
✧- Mammon + Female Servant
✧- Mammon + Male Servant
✧- Boyfriend Asmodeus
✧- Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Mammon With S/O
✧- Verosika X Male Reader: Sweetest Treats
✧- Striker X Female Reader: Chaotic Beauty
✧- Striker X Female Reader: Daughter Of My Enemy
✧- Striker Father HCS
✧- Sinmas With Mammon
✧- Vox Boyfriend HCS
✧- Husk Boyfriend HCS
#helluva boss#hazbin hotel#creepypasta#assassin creed#anime#dc#marvel#stardew valley#overwatch 2#slashers#welcome home#fanfiction#fanfic#fan fiction#fandom#writers#writer#my writing#everlasting writes🪻
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How does a heart so large hide in such a modest man?
I don't follow.
To work so tirelessly for strangers...fighting not for yourself, not for your people, but for all the world. That takes compassion of a size I have never known or seen in others.
HYTHAM in ASSASSIN'S CREED VALHALLA: THE LAST CHAPTER
#acedit#gamingedit#dailygaming#videogameedit#assassin's creed#hytham#ac valhalla#gaming#edits*#gifs*#i need him 🥺🥺#when the love of your life is a fictional 9th century man 🙃
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