I write things

An English teacher once told me that I was a good writer. I let this go to my head. I'm up for prompts, if you have one handy. Personal -- ff.net -- AO3

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hi just wanted to stay that your evie fics are the cutest and sweetest things I've ever read ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

bless your little cotton socks 💕💕💕thank you so much!!!

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„The colour in my days”

Improved style=Improved Rookie

Check out these amazing stories about Rookie and Evie Frye :3

It started out something like “rooftop dates” but I changed my mind (or I simply couldn’t draw a poper rooftop lol)

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this is amazing!!! you're the BEST

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Hey! Remember those sick pieces of Rookie art floating through my blog?? Well the wonderful artist has moved to this blog if you want to give her a cheeky follow

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Silly Paintings that are considered bad by some people by JordyDoesSomeArt

Browse unique items from JordyDoesSomeArt on Etsy, a global marketplace of handmade, vintage and creative goods.

Here is my Etsy Shop where you can buy and request your own shitty paintings done by me. I’m bad at selling things.

The only reason why I’m posting this is because I am out of a job due to mental health reasons and art does help a bit with coping but it is a long road to recovery before I can get a proper job again. I can’t rely solely on my parents kindness and money because our financial situation isn’t the greatest as it is.

I just want to get my name out there for the very few that are interested in checking out the link. You have been warned. I am not a trained artist and these will not be “works of art”. However any paper paintings/Lettering projects that come my way will include a frame.

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Reblogged from my personal tumblr. I don’t expect you to buy things you don’t like, that’d be stupid. I wouldn’t bother but I am a bit desperate.

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Do you still take Evie x Rookie requests?

Technically yes but see previous post as to why you won't see it done any time soon. Apologies

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Any more Evie x Rookie coming up?

I have prompts but no motivation to finish them. I've been going through some stuff so unfortunately all my writings been put on hold until I figure some stuff outSorry my friends for letting you down

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Is this account active? Or is it just old fics?

It's active, I'm just a bit lazy posting fics. Sorry :(

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It's me, that anon that had a bad day. I would just like to say thank you for your kindness and taking the time out of your life to produce such amazing fics. I read them almost daily because honestly it's the best part of my day coming online and reading something I love and I'm grateful for that so thank you again

You're doing a good job so far at hanging in there! I'm proud. I'm not qualified what so ever to give any advice but I'm always here if you (or anyone) needs to chat, vent or anything.I'm working on a fic right now so you shouldn't have to wait much longer :)

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Anything? I'm just having a bad day.

I saw this days ago and I tried to get something out but I failed you. I hope you're having better days. Truth be told I'm feeling a bit shit so my days aren't that swell either. I'm here if you need to talk, even if there isn't a fic.

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please tell me that you have a fic out soon. I'm bursting with excitement

Sometime in the next week. Someone check back in on like Tuesday or something?

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Hey! I just wanted to thank you for writing these fics. I've been having a really tough time lately and whenever I read your fics, it takes me away from reality and into the world of AC so thank you so so much. I can't wait for what you have to offer next and I wish to read it soon, thanks.

I'm glad I have that effect and hopefully I continue to do some good. Hang in there kid!!

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Any upcoming fics? If so any clues?

Meh sort of? And mostly just drama, Someone gets stabbed, the usual

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Yo, I just wanted to tell you that I'm still here. I was here since you started posting on AO3 and I'm still here and will be always if you keep posting those Evie fics! Keep up the great work!

Awe you're lovely! Thank you!I really appreciate it and makes me want to write more!

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Despite the title, I thought that little snippet was pretty good. Keep it up!

Titles are not my strong suit. But thank you!!!! 😊

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I have some short snippets of these characters that I've made up. They're mostly slice of life with my attempt at comedy. I thought it was amusing so maybe you'll like it to.

I present you S.H.I.T

Tea walked into the living room, followed by Iggy, who was on her phone. Tea took in the sight before him. A large man with a big bushy beard in a crew neck sweater and jeans sat beside me with a smile on his fuzzy face at the horror that Tea was feeling. Iggy walked into him and looked up. Her eyes went wide behind her thick frames and she immediately looked down to start typing frantically on her phone. Tea was opening and closing his mouth in confusion, trying to find something to say. His hand went out to try to help him but it only made him look like a gaping fish even more.

Ding! My phone went off. I fished it out and it was Iggy.

Is that a bear?

I giggled before I stood up smiling at my friends. "Iggy, Tea, this is Harrison! He's my best friend! He's back in town and I offered him the spare room to rent. It'll be radical, yeah?" I couldn't contain my excited grin.

"Sully, that is a very large man." Tea found his words.

"He speaks English you know!" I touched Harrison's arm in defence on my way back down to sit. I gave a nervous chuckle. "He's a shapeshifter, how neat is that?!"

Tea took Iggy's hand and lead her wearily to the empty couch, not once taking his eyes off Harrison.

"I'm domesticated, you know." Harrison stated to relieve the tension.

"Like house broken?" Tea asked bluntly.

"Tea!" I scolded. "Did you leave your manners in your other pants?"

Harrison put a large hand on my shoulder. "It's okay, Sully. Not everyone understands." He assured me before looking back to my embarrassingly racist chum. "I'm not a wild animal."

"You're still an animal, what do you change into then? A shark, lion?! Definitely something that could kill me."

Ding!

Would Harrison like some tea?

"Tea Harrison?" I asked with a small smile showing him the text.

"What?" Tea asked bluntly looking at me.

"Not you." I frowned and looked back up at my friend.

"Yes please, Iggy." He smiled kindly at her.

Iggy gave a shy smile and a small nod before scurrying off into the kitchen.

Tea watched her go, weary of her being so close to Harrison. He looked back at him with knitted brows. "So what are you then?"

"Tea...." I warned.

"A bear?" Harrison sounded nervous.

"Knew it." He looked satisfied. "Hey, so when you know.. Get it in. Is it beastiality?"

"TEA!" I threw his favourite throw pillow at him. "Go ruin someone else's day!"

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Hi! I just stumbled onto your blog and let me say that your fics are amazing. How often do you update? And how many requests to you hold?

Hello! Welcome to this mess!(Please stay)Thank you very much! I try not to make them shit!Currently I have two requests waiting to be written but I don't cap the number of requests I take, I just write whatever ones come first (does that make sense?)I try to upload at least once a week but it all depends if my think tank is producing writing juices.Please send one in if you like, I'll try to get to it as soon as possible :)

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You know what I started thinking about? Assassin's creed syndicate is played around 20-something years after the industrial revolution and under that time a lot of people died/got really sick of Tuberculosis. So I wonder how would Rookie be like if she got TB? If not TB how about Pneumonia?

Happy birthday to my anon friend and the wonderful @oddfishy . You kids rock my socks 

You were fine, despite what Evie and even Jacob were saying. Just a little cough was all. It happens after all. You didn’t get sick. That was for certain.

“Rookie, go to bed!” Evie guided you out of the cabin and back into hers looking at you firmly.

“I am not sick!” You insisted.

“You’re so pale you look practically dead. Your voice is hoarse from coughing. You’re only going to get worse if you insist on not sleeping it off!”

“I am not sick!” You protested again.

Three days later you stumbled into the train that night so woozy and light headed you couldn’t stand straight.

“Is it cold in here? Who has a window open?” You asked.

“It’s roasting in here.” Jacob said dryly where he was inspecting his weapons.

You went to sit beside him and found yourself missing the couch completely as your legs gave out. A part of you wished you went unconscious before you hit the floor but sadly you very much felt the way your nose collided with the carpet.

You rolled over and groaned feeling the dizziness wash over you and the upset in your stomach.

“Rookie?” Jacob loomed over you.

“I don’t feel so well.” You believe you mumbled before falling asleep.

You were in a still bed with stiff sheets when you woke up. Your entire body ached and you were still freezing.

“Evie?” You asked and opened your eyes. “Jacob?”

“We’re here.” Evie touched your hand. She was warm.

“I’m cold.” You said.

Her other hand rested on your forehead. “You still have a fever. Here, Miss Nightingale said to give you more of this when you woke.” She handed you a medicine bottle. You knew it was no good from the moment she mentioned the nurse.

“I don’t want to take that.” You said looking at it like it was toxic.

“Rookie. Take it or I’ll break your arm.” Jacob stated firmly. You looked a bit stunned at his tone. At the sight of you his face softened as did his voice. “You frightened me. And now I’m making sure you get better.”

You grumbled but took a swig and unsurprisingly it tasted so bad even the best liquor couldn’t wash it away. You gagged a little bit and handed the offending bottle back to Evie.

“That’s vile.” You frowned. “What the hell is wrong with me anyway?”

“Pneumonia my dear.” Evie looked a bit smug. “Not sick, my arse.”

You couldn’t help the eye roll that followed her statement. You’d never hear the end of it. That was for certain.

You let you a big yawn. “I’m tired.” You told them. “I’ve only just woken up. I don’t want to go back to bed.”

“That’s the medicine. We’ll be right here when you wake. Promise.” Evie smiled down at you.

“I’m still cold.” You mumbled with your eyes closed.

“We’ll get you another blanket.” Jacob chuckled.

You woke up again, drenched in sweat. This time it was dark and the slight flicker of a candle on your bedside allowed you to see the twins bent over awkwardly in uncomfortable chairs looking even more disheveled than last time. You kicked off the many blankets and tip toes around them to find the lavatory before crawling back into bed, content to watch them sleep. Jacob with his head lolled back, mouth open and drooling. Letting out a snort every so often and Evie, her head bowed on the very tip of your bed to not disturb you. Her breathing heavy and even. No doubt also drooling.

You felt a lot better than the last time you woke like something was lifted off your chest. You still felt weak. Probably in need of food. Deeming it safe to leave them, you padded past the other patients and found the nurses office. You made noise so you didn’t startle the night nurse. You hated being surprised like that.

The nurse looked up and smiled at you.

“She walks at last.” She said.

“Thank you, Miss Nightingale. For everything.” You said earnestly.

“It is what I do.”

“I hope the twins weren’t a hassle.”

“Perfect as always. Especially that Jacob.” You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of you. “You must be starving. Bread?”

“Please.” You replied happy she had food.

“Please sit dear. You must be exhausted.”

You didn’t crawl back into bed until the sun was rising. You accidentally tripped over Jacob, startling him awake.

“What are you doing out of bed?” He accused.

“Shh! Don’t wake her!” You put her finger to your lips and sat gently on the bed. “I’ve been talking with Miss Nightingale, if you must know.”

“Oh! I suppose that’s okay.” He nodded. “How are you feeling?”

“Marginally better Boss.” You grinned at him.

“Good.” He stated firmly. “Go back to bed, I’m positively exhausted.”

You rolled your eyes and did as you were told.

The afternoon you were cleared to leave with strict instructions of bed rest and regular meals and medicine at night to combat the lingering cough.

Once in the train, Evie set about fluffing pillows and adding blankets to make sure you were warm enough.

“Love, I’m not dying.” You reminded her.

“You could have fooled me at the past few days.” She mumbled not sparing you a glance. She pulled the covers back. “Get in.”

“You Frye’s sure can be demanding.” You said but did as she said regardless.

“Because certain little assassins don’t like to listen to what we have to say.” She tutted and tucked you in tightly.

“Who are you calling little?!” You demanded, outraged at the comment.

Ever was spared when Jacob came in with hot soup and bread from the local pub.

“I come with food.” He said cheerfully.

As you ate the soup under their watchful eye you thought under any other circumstances you’d might enjoy being doted on by the two of them. Now, not so much. Right now, all you wanted to do was sleep in your own soft bed.