Once I Finsh Every One's Route I'm Going To Add The Arcana To My Fandom List.

Once I finsh every one's route I'm going to add the arcana to my Fandom list.

So far I have finshe Asra, Julian and muriels routes ( yes I do have a preference for male atm) and I'm playing Nadia route .

I'm gonna allow request for the 3 characters routes I finshed.

hello and welcome to the fact of the day about me

I hate karma akabane I also kin him but every time he shows up I feel like screaming.

Also, assassination classroom is my favorite anime.

I want

I WANT MUTUALS WHO TALK OCS WITH ME ( or just talk to me,I'm lonely). I WANT ANONS WHO REQUEST AND SEND IN RANDOM THINGS( Character anon would be even greater) . I WANT PEOPLE TO TAG ME IN TAG GAMES. PLEASE O TUMBLR GODS GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, I BEG OF YOU.

Ignore this post (jk) it's just me hoping that by screaming into the Tumblr abyss ill get what I want cause I'm selfish and lonely.

I'm proud of this little story so i thought i share it. It was for a school project. For context it was written as a part of a script and the person reading it is a storyteller, who is reading this to children

Trigger warning: Light gore( i don't know the levels of gore so be careful)

There was this little boy about the same height and age as all of you. He was a chipper young boy and dreamed of being an adventurer; he wanted to climb large rocks and slay large beasts, but the adults in his life told him there was no time in his life for adventure, he had to do his work and be a good boy. He was a good boy, that was until he found an escape from the adults who controlled him and the schedule that owned him - the forest. He ran into the forest like any great adventure would. He was free. But, soon, the everyday trees he saw became twisted into clocks, and instead of creaking and swaying in the breeze like trees tend to do, they began ticking the mechanical sound of clocks. He became obsessed with the sound, he hated the reminder that time existed, the cruel concept that served only to control. Soon the ticking and the clock trees were all he knew, saw, felt, and heard. He was so absorbed in the sound that he didn't notice the large beast looking for a snack, the large beast that he had dreamed of slaying. He didn't feel the pain of the large teeth skewering his stomach, his internal organs being ripped from their rightful place. He didn't die doing what he loved, he died surrounded by the very thing that prevented him from a proper childhood. The beast who took the distracted boy's life, even though it was starving, didn't eat the boy. The boy’s flesh just wasn't its cup of tea. The beast left to find another meal leaving the bloodied, disemboweled corpse alone in the clock-infested forest. No other creatures ate the body, nor did the earth decompose the body. There it layed, frozen in time.

I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.

Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.

I just realized I haven't made any tran's denki content yet, which is crazy

Clarify cation: in most my stories you can interpret denki as cis or tran i just mean i haven't written anything the explicitly states that he is trans.