Greeting from blowing snow, 1476. 外マジ吹雪。

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Greeting from blowing snow, 1476. 外マジ吹雪。
so ashley asked me for genderbent asscreed 2 so obviously that meant i had to draw the entire family normally before i could claim to genderbend them so part two of this picture is coming up
someday i’ll color it…
“YOU are a traitor, Uberto - And one of THEM! You may take our lives this day - but WE WILL have yours in return! I swear! We wil-” - Giovanni Auditore
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AC - Before Ezio by ~himlayan
When Leonardo was a youth, he had the beauty of a signorina. I am rather sure he still does, but he covers it with that beard. His look shall forever give me awkward emotions, for I am unsure how to react to his presence...
Hello father! C:
FIGLIO~ /MANLY HUG/
But wait! Even more Assassin’s Creed: Lineage failface goodness!
Sometimes I like to re-start ACII just to see Vieri and Fede again.. the first one makes me laugh and the latter, cry.
violadepazzi replied to your post: P-P-Pardon me, I-Il Signore A-Auditore.. H-Have you seen my sis—? ah.. sh-she is a tiny blue creature..?
*frowns, fidgeting with the skirt of her dress* B-But she spoke of trying to see i-if.. w-well you see.. She wanted me to know I had n-no reason to fear y-you, signore.. th-that you are as kind as Ezio and Federico say you are..
/crosses his arms and leans back casually, shifting his weight to one leg and noting her body language/ I am unsure if one can classify me as "kind". I feel I am fair, cautious with allotting my trust, and loyal to the Creed and Medici. I believe I know of your affiliation, therefore I am wary, so do not take it my defensive manner as curt. This is just how we are trained to survive.
She noticed that he wasnt paying attention to her and frowned. "Hey! Arent you at least going to say hello!" Aquanna wasnt used to rudeness, except with Vieri.
/still thinks she is but a figment of his imagination/...I better go laydown before I actually start talking to myself :I Sleep deprivation, I'm sure.
P-P-Pardon me, I-Il Signore A-Auditore.. H-Have you seen my sis--? ah.. sh-she is a tiny blue creature..?
/turns to the woman, and instantly recognizes she is a Pazzi. His face grows slightly stern as he replies/Your sister...a creature? As in she is not a human? Signorina, I encourage you to seek the aide of a medico, for surely you are not well up there.
Felt like doodling something. So out of practice. (Assassin’s Creed II: Lorenzo, Giovanni)
Aquanna looked up at Giovanni. "Youre not as scary as Signora Viola says you are!"
.../blinks a few times, not sure what to make of this odd creature/I must be dreaming...or perhaps I drank too much.../pays her no mind/
/as Giovanni strolled through the forest, he found and exotic coloured baby turtle rustling through the leaves. He picked it up, as it seemed lost, and randomly bumping into rocks. He briefly entertained the idea of taking it to the lord, as Altezza was fond of these creatures, but instead he felt better it remained free. He smiled at it and spoke softly/ There, there little one. Heading to the river perhaps? /the stream was but a few feet away, so the assassin walked towards it. He set the turtle on the bank and looked east to where a Florentine bridge stood. He remembers that day, when Lorenzo, at the tender age of 6, fell into the stream. He rescued him, but Giovanni's heart grew heavy/
This time, I did not catch him. I was neglectful, not vigilant, everything a guardian should not be. And now he is gone, and nothing can bring him back to us...