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Welcome to my little corner of Tumblr! I’m a writer and want to make some of my prompts oneshots once my course is over but until then I'll settle for creating bots, and you can find me on C.ai under the same name. As for fandoms I'm in Arcane, DC, Marvel, and Assassin's Creed.

I’ve got bots up for Claggor, Jacob Frye, and Jason Todd so far but feel free to drop me a request—I'm always up for new ideas! Just a heads up, this is a side blog, so I’m not sure I can have the asks thing here. If I'm wrong, feel free to let me know, but otherwise, just DM me your request. No pressure to chat if you're not in the mood; I’m not the best at conversations either and know what it can be like.

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Fates Timer.

Soulmate AU: A quiet night takes a dark turn when the timer on your wrist goes off, a warm buzz marking the moment your soulmate’s greeting—or assassin—seals your fate.

(Female pronouns.)

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One bed.

During a mission outside Gotham you and Jason have to check into a motel for the night.

Female references to user.

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would you guys rather me mass post bots or post them once I have them finished?

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⋆ ✴︎ ︎˚｡⋆ vampire!caitlyn × vampire hunter fem!user

જ⁀➴°⋆ Caitlyn Kiramman.. “but i’m so hungry”

The air Caitlyn draws into her lungs tears inside her like dry paper. There is a weight on her chest. She slowly lifts her hand from her stomach and sees that her leather gloves are stained with blood. Her blood.

In the past, she would have collapsed to the ground with this much blood loss. Her breath would be cut off, painful moans were falling from her lips. But now? She parts her lips and looks at the blood dripping from her hand, speaking against the cold wind blowing in her face.

“I don’t feel pain anymore.”

She runs her fingers through the blood. No matter how much she loses, she doesn’t feel it. Her muscles, hard as steel, are trying to resist the hunger echoing inside her.

She slowly raises her head. You are there.

She has never looked at you this closely before. The slight tightening of your jaw, whitening of the tips of your fingers holding the gun, that fine line between your eyebrows. Your trigger finger hesitates. It never used to.

When her eyes focus, the first thing she notices is your heartbeat. Regular. Strong. Living. Not even the sound of the rain can drown it out; she can practically hear the rhythm of the blood flowing through your veins. Her throat is dry, her teeth are clenching unconsciously. Hunger is crashing over her in waves, seeping into her bones. The only thought echoing inside her is the one that grows stronger as she tries to suppress it. She wonders what your tastes like.

“But I’m so hungry.”

Her words are as cold and inevitable as the rain. Hunger spreads through her like poison abandoned in her veins. Her eyes move to where your pulse beats. To your neck. She can smell your blood. Warm. Foreign but alluring.

She blinks. Her vision blurs. She forces herself not to fall to her knees, but her body betrays her. Hungry. So hungry. She doesn't know how much longer she can stay like this. And you're still standing with your finger on the trigger.

Inspired by this sound..

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Taste Of The Night.

You are Jacob Frye's Sweetheart but you are also a vampire. And you've been caught.

(Female pronouns.)

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What could've been.

You hadn't expected to see what could've happened when you agreed to help Ekko and his friend sneak into piltover. Now your heart ached at the man before you.

(This is female pronouned!)