#assassin sans

[rainbowintheclouds]

art by me, my bf and @acidscreator

Some art doodles with friends✨ this was a lot more fun than I expected and will 100% be doing this again, so much randomness

Sketchy Sans, Wreck Sans, Spiral Sans, Pacific Sans belongs to me

Acid Sans and Assassin Sans belongs to @acidscreator

Silver Sans, Coy belongs to my bf

[kyothedinonerd]

it's literally him 😭

alastor sans by me ✨

[carlyraejepsans]

sometimes the funny guy armor doesn't work

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny, after losing his home in Amity Park, begins to travel not only the world but different dimensions. He doesn't really want to be tracked down so he starts using aliases made by combining the first and last names of the people he was made from and sometimes he even used the name he had chosen when he escaped the labs.

His favorite name was Danny Drake, cause not only did it have a nice ring to it but it also made him feel like he belonged somewhere. He after wondered if they would love him if they knew of him. Maybe he would know if he had more than just tiny shards of thier memories. He had enough to know thier names and a few of thier likes and dislikes, but not enough to know if they would turn him in to the government or not.

Not really a risk worth taking.

Anyway, it was in a new world that felt weirdly nostalgic that Danny made a terrible mistake. Danny had dressed appropriately by buying clothes the desert locals were selling and was getting ready to head out into the desert when the camel rental guy asked for his name.

"Danyal Al Ghul." The man gave him a look of horror as his pen fell from his hands. Dannys smile similarly dropped, his confusion growing as this man dropped to the ground. Danny didn't know what his Al Ghul dad did to be so feared but he wasn't sticking around to find out.

On impulse he ran into the nearest tent and turned invisible before going ghost and getting out of there. He could probably fly out of the desert quick enough for it not to really matter that he was under prepaired. Probably.

In the mean time an assassin reported to the demons head about some child using the Al Ghul name. Needless to say one of the fancy ninjas managed to destroy Danny's portal gun and he's now stranded in this dimension. Uh oh.

[miralyk]

reasons i wish i was fluent in non-english languages: better understanding even more puns and wordplay

when looking up assassin's creed (and protocreed) fanart in chinese, apparently desmond's fandom nickname is a pun that calls him cute?? oh my god 😭

"呆萌" means adorkable, kawaii, and so on, and apparently his "cute" nickname and actual name are similar in chinese pronunciation!

but yeah, wish i know vietnamese better to understand and do stuff like this too! it's a very sweet way to show love across languages :'0

[strawberriederror]

HAPPY NEW YEARS YALL!!! ITS 2024?!!!!

FELIZ AÑO NUEVO CHICOS!! ES 2024 AHORA 🎉🎉🎉

Wanted to draw (a few of) these little guys I didn’t get the chance to this previous year, SO HERE THEY ARE ‼️‼️‼️

Aquí están (unos de) los chamacos que no pude dibujar este año🗣🗣

[n0v4t33z]

What Would Have Been?

Pairings: Former Assassin Choi San X Assassin Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Assassin AU, One Shot

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Mentions Death

@newworldnet

Minors Do Not Interact

Author's Note 💌: Hope you guys enjoy this one shot! I couldn't get this scene out of my head so I had to write it! Also, yes some of the terms I used were John Wick references! I've been wanting to work on an assassin au for the longest so depending how things go I may or may not make it a short series idk yet not sure. This isn't edited so I'll fix it later. Again, please be kind! - N 🌙

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It had been years since I last saw San, which was also the last time I worked with him. Back then I had the biggest crush on him, so much so I'd make up any excuse just to talk to him which led to us becoming close. Out of fear for me accidentally ruining our friendship because of my feelings I gaslit myself into isolation, completely disappearing from everyone’s radar including his.

Now years later I'm standing outside of his small taekwondo school hoping he tells me where I can find the Grim Reaper. When I open the door I immediately notice small children no more than 8 years old practicing, they seemed so happy and excited to be there. I quietly look around and immediately see San, he hasn't changed at all. His taekwondo uniform makes his wide shoulders seem even bigger than they are and his black belt definitely made his waist look so small. He was always known to be well proportioned. His dimpled smile being as warm as the sun's embrace causing me to unconsciously swallow hesitantly, is he even going to remember me? Is he going to be upset when he sees me?

Just then while he was helping a student work on his posture I notice a little girl with short hair who runs over to San and let him know that someone has come into his establishment. He scans the room until our eyes meet, a look of visible shock paints his features. I give him a small smile whilst walking in his direction, he leans over and tells his assistant something most likely to keep watch of the class. Once he's done with that he walks up to me, his face lights up the closer he gets “y/n…What brings you here?”

I give him a pained smile “I need to talk to you. It's about the high table.” San’s expression grows dark and leads me to a small office behind the big mirrors the class uses to practice. There was trophies, some medals and a few pictures, it seemed like some of his past students and his family. He's married, with a child. A little girl. My heart sinks into my stomach causing me to let out a silent sigh lowering my gaze onto the floor. There goes My chance. He pulls a chair out for me then proceeds to sit on his side of the desk. “So..” San awkwardly breaks the silence making me glance up at him and meet his eyes, his expression still not fully comprehending it was indeed me in front of him.

“The high table summoned me. The thing is I’m not going to go through with it as they’re insisting I kill Rogue and I’m not going to do that, that man taught me so much as a rookie assassin. He’s like a father to me, the issue is I don’t know where he is. I need to warn him the High Table is going after him.” San clasps his hands together in front of his mouth, elbows resting on the desk whilst his eyes being the only thing visible from my angle. His golden wedding ring glinting in the fluorescent light. He goes on to stay silent for a moment until he finally says “You know i’m not associated with that stuff anymore...”

I understandably nod “I know, I see you’ve got a beautiful family now..” I glance back at the photo of San, his wife and daughter instantly rendering me silent from the huge knot in my throat. I could have had that chance had I not run away from my feelings. San looks back at the photo and looks back at me, his voice lowering “I don’t understand why you came here then.” I tightly hold onto my sleeve trying not to get emotional. I think he hates me now.

“I’m asking you to tell me where I can find the Grim Reaper, he knows where Rogue is…Please, I’m going to end this. I have to, the High Table has marked me an excommunicado. I’m basically marked for death. I’ve got nothing to lose now..” San swallows hard, his gaze turns into a sad one “y/n..” The knot in my throat gets tighter, making breathing extremely hard. So I look at the wall behind San unable to continue looking at him. “Do me that one favor before I die, please?"

We both sit in silence for a few moments until San finally speaks “South side of Seoul… the soup kitchen.” I slowly nod “Okay, thanks..” I get up and walk towards the door, before I’m even able to make it he grabs onto my arm “y/n, wait..” Hesitantly I turn in his direction, tears brimming in my eyes “Yeah?”  He lowers his face to meet my eyes “Why did you disappear? Where’d you go?”

I bite the inside of my lip to keep it from quivering and instead tears run down my cheeks “I disappeared because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I'd rather you think I was dead than to come into terms with my feelings.” He gives me a confused blink then the saddened expression grows on him “What do you mean come into terms with your feelings?”

I sniffle and shake my head “It’s not important anymore, you’ve got a happy family now. So pretend I never said anything.” San grabs both my shoulders and squeezes them “Please tell me.. You can’t just drop that on me and not tell me. It’s been years since I’ve seen you..” I squeeze my eyes shut and look down not wanting to meet his eyes anymore, those beautiful brown eyes. At least I can say I saw them one last time before i'm gone. “I can’t, I’m so sorry..” He lifts my chin with his finger “Please.. At least do me this favor before you go. I deserve to know why my friend disappeared.” I hesitantly open my eyes again only to see a worried expression and for a moment I can’t bring myself to say anything out of pure embarrassment because what’s the point? Nothing will change.

“I’m in love with you San. I always have been, I always will be. I’m sorry I wasn’t brave enough to face my feelings and tell you how I feel, instead I hurt you.” San stares at me for a bit, becoming increasingly embarrassed of the potential rejection I stutter ”I-I’ll get going, again I’m sorry.” I pull away from his grasp leaving a shocked San watching me until he says “You know, I liked you too..” I come to a halt facing away from San, my breath hitches and I cover my mouth to keep me from breaking down into full sobs. I did this to myself, my fear of rejection screwed me over. “y/n?”

He reaches over to rest his hand on my shoulder, his warm hand gently squeezing it trying to comfort me. “Were you afraid that I didn’t feel the same way?” I quietly nod my eyes blurring with tears again. He carefully approaches me and pulls me into a hug gently cradling the back my head. Hesitantly I hug him back, my tears spilling onto his white taekwondo uniform. "I'm sorry I never gave you that reassurance, and that because of me you led a life of loneliness." I bury my face in his chest feeling his other hand gently pat my back.

I stay in his arms for a little bit until I finally pull away and respond “Thank you for everything, I’ll be going now.” San reaches for my hand and holds it tightly "You remember that blood oath we took years ago? Call me if you need me, i'll be there. I promise." The knot in my throat renders me silent again where as I only manage to hum in response. As I walk away a broken woman, I realize how my fears defined my life and took something from me that I yearned for. A loving husband and a small happy family. That fear instead turned me into an on the run excommunicated former assassin who was destined to be alone.

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