Welcome to Earth Nine
Hello. My name's Sirius or Azrael. (Yes I have to pronounce that second one like Israel every time I have to spell it because I can't otherwise.) But I'm a writer that besides my Marauders/multifandom stuff on Quotev and Wattpad, I also have a story called Earth Nine.
I'm sure this is all unbelievably odd if you don't know what the hell I'm talking about but I hope that if you follow these tags, maybe I'll find my people.
Earth nine is basically a self-insert fanfiction to a degree. I work on it here and there in writing but most of it is just posts and anecdotes that come to my head randomly. I wanted to make something in particular for me to write those things on.
My character (at least the name that I use in it) is named Azrael, I'm sure if you hone your common sense you can figure out why. But, I am the son of two demons. Lucifer Morningstar himself and another who is the demon queen from a different sector of hell, her name is unknown to me. Anyway. I was experimented on in this story as an infant. Basically there's this thing called gene changing, that can make you either super powerful or extremely fucked up. That happened to me when I was a little kid and then I was picked out of Hogwarts to join the United States Marine Corps because they figured it was safer for me to be on their side than it was for me to be with anyone else.
I won't explain a whole ton more on my backstory cause I'm sure that you'll end up finding shit out randomly.
Welcome to Earth Nine. It's kind of an odd place to be. That's all for the actual intro.
Some random facts that may help though:
-I was an actor after I got out of the military
-I was also a teacher
I'm a huge nerd both in this reality and in Earth Nine so you'll notice a lot of that
Some notes though:
Partially why I wanted to make this blog for this in particular is because I wasn't sure how to write some of the scenes that I come up with into the books. I wanted to just do random little snippets, really.
Also I shift to the reality this book comes from so I wanted to mention that. If you don't know what reality shifting is, I don't know how to explain it, I just fuckin do it.
There's a ton of different fandoms that are going to be used in this book as well but I won't list all of them here cause they might be subject to change.
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -
I am fine with "the audience" -
downloading my fics
printing my fics
copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics
sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3
making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss
doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc
I am not fine with "the audience"
doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity
feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever
Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.
Enjoy the fandom things.
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contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x teacher! fem reader. fluff. ⭑ he keeps staring. the kids notice.
In your five years of teaching, you never thought you’d see Dynamight sitting cross-legged on the daisy shaped carpet in the center of your classroom, while your kids swarm around him to paint his face.
Warmth spreads across your chest as you take it all in. It’s quite the sight, to see the big, buff, seasoned twenty five year old pro hero letting all these tiny toddlers take turns taking clumsy swipes at his face with the colorful paints you bought for them the week before for art class.
What you don’t notice is the way his eyes trail to you wherever you are in the classroom. When you move to open the windows to let the fresh air in, to wipe the chalkboard, even when you’re organizing the mess of crayons on your desk into their rightful bins.
“Why do you keep staring at our teacher?” One of them, a little boy wearing his t-shirt backwards, curiously pipes up. Everyone else nods in agreement, they’ve been wondering the exact same thing.
“You gonna tell her what I said when I leave later?” Katsuki raises a brow. A chorus of playful noooo’s follow him.
“We’re gonna tell her while you’re still here!”
These little brats. He’s barely known these kids for two hours and already he knows that they love you like a second mother, and wouldn’t be letting him go so easily. There’s fondness in his eyes as Katsuki chuckles and leans in, and the kids eagerly lean in to hear what he has to say.
“I’m starin’ cause she’s pretty.”
Gasps and nods of agreement spread across the carpet just as you clap your hands together, your sweet voice ringing through the classroom, to which everyone, including Katsuki with his paint bedazzled face, turns to give you their fullest attention.
“Alright my angels, let’s give Mr. Dynamight some space now okay?”
Curious little eyes glance back and forth between you and Dynamight with, when someone loudly pipes up, “Ms. L/n doesn’t have a boyfriend!”
“Mr. Dynamight thinks you’re pretty!”
“He stares at you like the way my brother stares at ice cream!”
“Hey I was going to say that!”
Bickering ensues across the carpet and you simply gape at them as a hint of a smirk appears on Katsuki’s face.
Should we tell them after class? He mouths in your direction.
No, you mouth back, covering a giggle behind your hand at the continued chaos of your kids behind your boyfriend.
A little homework never hurt anyone.
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Ok so I'm not sure if this will work but
If this post gets 5k notes by 11th March , then I will
1. Read as many classics as I can
2. Read a lot of poetry
3. I will post a few of my poems on here!!!
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happy rsl bday to all who celebrate <3 here's a drawing of that one photo i totally don't think about often
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