#fictional assassins

[joncronshawauthor]

Discover the Most Intriguing Assassins' Guilds in Popular Novels

In the shadow-drenched corridors of fiction, there are establishments that don’t bother with such trivialities as customer service or opening hours, unless, of course, you count opening hours as the time it takes to open a lock or someone’s throat. Welcome to the world of assassins’ guilds, where the members are always sharp, both in wit and weaponry. Here are some of the coolest guilds where…

[badolmen]

They don’t even attempt to assassinate US politicians anymore. You notice that? Not since the anthrax scare back for… who was it, Barack? And even that… pathetic. This new generation has no respect for an honest hitman. I’m not sure this new generation has any honest hitman - you see that shit with Boeing? Sloppy, fucking disgraceful - you kill the whistleblowers before they get halfway to a lawsuit. What kind of fucking amateur is doing faked suicides the night before testimony? Goddamn greenhorns. Back in my day someone tried to shoot Ronald Reagan in broad daylight. There used to be bomb threats to Congress. I took out a few union leaders in the utilities sector myself. Today’s generation? Won’t even threaten to throw a punch - not even over on that - what’s it now, ‘X’? They got no guts. None! And they don’t even have poor impulse control to boot! Too much of that - that panopticon anxiety bullshit. “Oh what if I get a called out post???” People used to send the president letters full of bioweapons. In the mail! Today’s generation? Not a chance. All because of woke.

[nerd-elf]

I’m tagging all my favorites here, feel free to do the same

[bi-scottsummers]

Kenji Sato + nervous habits — finger tapping & leg bouncing

[cosmic-waves7]

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.

can the ground just open up and swallow him already, oh god.

“I…like you too.” you shyly smile

karma.exe has stopped working

[finnlongman]

Can you believe that MOTH TO A FLAME has been out for almost two months now? I can't. The time has flown: ten years of working on this trilogy and already it's been finished and published and complete for two months.

I don't think I've been doing a very good job of promoting it, partly due to my own life circumstances over the past couple of months and partly because it's a weird time to be trying to promote books in general. The news is full of terrible, important things; social media is relentlessly video-driven, which doesn't suit me at all; the cost of living continues to be prohibitive, and it's hard to ask anyone to spend their money on my book.

But here we are. If you've been looking for a YA trilogy without romance, or a thriller that grapples with the moral and ethical dilemmas of murder-focused narratives, or a story that pulls no punches but also doesn't act like violence is a viable solution to the world's problems, or a protagonist processing both the harm that's been done to her and the harm she's done to others... well, maybe THE BUTTERFLY ASSASSIN trilogy might be what you're looking for. And now that book three is out, you can read them all back to back and don't even have to worry about cliffhangers 🥰

If you've already read some or all of them, might I request you leave a review somewhere – Goodreads, Amazon, Waterstones etc? Tell your friends, spread the word, post about them... It would be greatly appreciated 💚

[lovelystarship]

★ : your f/o will always comfort you when you get sad or anxious for seemingly no reason. you're definitely not "too much" or a "burden" to them, and no matter what happened— even if nothing happened at all, they will be here for you. they love you and want what's best for you after all. you won't get abandoned when they're dealing with their own stuff either. f/o might be exhausted but they're still gonna reach out, still gonna hold your hand. whatever hardships the both of you are facing, they know they can count on you, just like you can count on them.

[strawbearrrry]

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

[chesterjesterr]

awwh happy 859th birthday altaïr

[bornofhumanhate]

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.

[kaitlinamberxo]

“I'm a demigod. Worshipped and feared by the Cult and all the Greek world.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 100/100: Alexios / Deimos

[the-modern-typewriter]

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.

[melancholicstation]

The Socially Active Secretary: Chapter One

pairing: robert francis kennedy female ❤︎ original character charlotte agapov (secretary!reader)

authors note: this is more of establishing of context around our main secretary girl!! our favourite pathetic catholic men (the kennedys) will come very soon i promise, all in due time. 🍺 please leave comments of any questions/likes/dislikes/all around opinions so i know if your interested!!!

synopsis: charlotte agapov, a divorcee whom recently moved back to the states after a disastrous lovers quarrel, assumes the secretarial position to the most important man in America, but it is not he who has captured her attention, no. instead, it's his meek younger brother, the runt of the kennedy pack, bobby francis kennedy.

[1403 words]

taglist: @kennediva @absurdlyvintage

chapter two, three four

masterlist charlotte moodboard rfk moodboard

(border from jenny holzer truisms 2018)

Chapter One

May 1st , 1961

There Charlotte stood, rolling on the balls of her feet, observing the woman before her in the mirror, finding her increasingly difficult to place her as recognisable. She had all the features that Charlotte understood to be her own, but she felt like nothing of the sort. Swathed in wool, to accommodate for the seemingly perpetuate damp state of Massachusetts in the month of May, and encompassed by a calf-length dress fit with double-faced cashmere in a mousey grey. Due to her contentious divorce with the English baron Hugo Cornwall, he had ordered for all her typical clothes to be held in a storage facility in Kent instead of its original location: Brookline Massachusetts. He knew how important those items were to Charlotte, and he used them as nothing more as a bargaining chip.

As a result of the divorce Charlotte had been tabloid-manhandled out of Britain and promptly returned to her mother country, the United States, and backed right into perusing the job boards in the Cape Cod Times by her alimony-avoiding, hector of an ex-husband. Hugo, at 40, knew of nothing but a life of bone china plates and private charter jets, getting by in this world from a combination of generational handouts from his godmother's situated in a nondescript European country off the coast and the humiliatingly tacky private tours he host every Saturday evening of the inherited estates cashing in a small fortune. And yet, he avoids the alimony checkers in a not so dissimilar fashion to that of his shunned family embarrassment of an uncle, who was, as of last month, avoiding taxes of in sunny Monte Carlo.

Once it became incredibly clear that Hugo was never going to cough up, and that her mother's invitation of staying at her summer house in Martha's Vineyard had a fast approaching expiry date Charlotte started to look for her next move.

Just when she had nearly exhausted all her mother's country club friends who, in a tone that could only be translated as deeply patronising stated that,

"Unemployment for such a young, american divorcee was 'in' for 1962" and that they would "call back in April to work something out"

However, April came and went, and still nothing. During the 16-month stint since Charlotte's divorce of 1961, Charlotte felt very sorry for herself and--well that's about all she did really.

Not only did getting married at 20, and it's later disillusion 8 years later, create an abstract wreckage sculpture out of her self-esteem and physical health, it stripped all prior job experience that a girl her age should've been building. After all, she could still feel her mother's fingertips ushering an 20 year old Charlotte's hands away from a flyer, held by a piece of battered painter's tape on a lamppost advertising a law school in the area,

"Oh for christ sake what are staring at now Charlotte?, you know we have caroline's recital across town, and I swear if I have to hear your aunts nasally whine one more time so help me God I will--"

Charlotte abandons her post of intense eye contact with the poster fluttering by the winds will almost instantly and returns through a soft tone "I-I'm coming now, it just captured my eye that's all."

The rest of the walk was blanketed in a soft wool of repression and thoughts better left unspoken until her mother turned on her heal, the gravel exclaiming a pleasant crunch in response,

"Don't you dare think I didn't see what you were looking at Charlotte, these are not the aspirations expected of a future baroness, you won't have any need for these silly machinations once you're tending to your husband and your home together. I understand that your nervous but think of how happy you'll be in a short few months with Hugo."

Her mother assured her in such a cadence, with such wistful hope, not meaning to make Charlotte's stomach drop but it did all the same.

"You know, I got nervous too, when I was engaged to your father. I thought about leaving more times than Sinatra's gets played on the radio at Green's pharmacy, but I stuck it out. And I got rewarded a great deal for that, for that bravery, and you will too. Far more than I ever did, I mean you're marrying a Baron who is infatuated with you for Pete's sake!"

Charlotte thinks to scoff at the notion that Hugo is at all capable of the feeling of infatuation but halts when she observes the expression of sheer elation on her mother's face.

"Everything will run as it's meant to if you do what's best, I promise",

and with that a kiss is pressed to Charlotte's forehead, and the conversation is recklessly abandoned by both parties.

Charlotte had stayed in that marriage for 8 years and what did she have to show for it? Surely not anything tangentially useful. Sure, now she knew the intricacies of English etiquette and the British aversion to hugs but that's nothing to be put on a resume. However, one worthy advantage that came out of the grotesque misalignment that was their marriage was that around the 4th year mark Charlotte had managed to secure an English degree from the University of London. Now that was certainly something to put on her resume.

Still the world seemed to completely turn its back on Charlotte, though only on a strictly employment basis, she still attended mass each Sunday and caught up with her still married, though not happily, socialite friends but it was hard to find common ground anymore. Before she could feasibly pass as one of them, now even if they didn't explicitly state it, Charlotte was now regarded as persona no grata for the entirety of the high society scene of London. She was left with a bunch empty friends, and an, as if increasing by the day, empty purse strings.

That was until a job ad in The Boston Globe caught the baby blue shadowed eye of Charlotte during her quite lonely solo escapade to the local sandwich bar across the street from her flat.

It read, in a thick professional font:

'Exciting Secretary Position Available at political epicentre of Washington D.C!

Are you a talented and organised individual seeking a rewarding career in a fast-paced office environment? Our office is looking for a professional Secretary to join our team and contribute to our continued success.

Position: Secretary Location: Top Secret [Call to confirm details] Salary: Competitive, with excellent benefits

Responsibilities:

managing and prioritising daily office tasks with efficiency

coordinating appointments and travel

managing diaries

support senior executives

having a pleasant demeanour when interacting with important officials

Qualifications:

High School Diploma or equivalent

Apply today to be part of a supportive and thriving workplace!

Phone: *** *** ***''

Now sure, the vague nature of who exactly the job would have Charlotte working for was strange and a little more than unnerving but realistically Charlotte, a 29 year old women with the same employment history as a 18 year old fresh out of high school, was going to take whatever she could get at this point.

The girl took the changing of the sky from bright periwinkle to a dim earl grey, as a sign to head back to her place in order to escape the fast approaching storm, the newspaper resting comparably rolled up in the crook of her arm.

Prior to returning to her apartment Charlotte had come to forget about the job as she had ran a few errands after the sandwich bar, that was until her feet met the door mat of her apartment. It was no longer clean as she had left it prior it now had, scrawled in big black letters, 'warning of eviction if payment is not obtained by next month'.

Charlotte's shaking hands move to pick up the yellow slip, and as she makes her way through her apartment, periodically leaving her jacket on the armrest of her laughably small settee in her stress-filled haze, she then starts to remember the job offer from the afternoon.

Sure the ad's ambiguity was a bit strange, but truly who was she to judge? It's not like the job offers were exactly rolling in at the moment.

'Oh what the hell, she might as well give it a go!' Charlotte thought, as she hesitantly dialled up the rotary.

End of Chapter One.

[cosmic-waves7]

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~

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[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Jacob & Evie Frye (9th November 1847)

Assassin's Creed

[scifi-fantasy-horror]

Red by  rupid79 (Lee jung-myung)