#piero soderini

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Machiavelli and Piero Soderini

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fucking going mental over this man 

Church: ok you’re a priest now. Maybe stop being a doctor?

Ficino: how about no? how about i never stop?

Church: 

Ficino: how about I develop theological underpinnings for my continuing to be a doctor because I love being a doctor? I shall do this alongside creating new theological underpinnings to support my obsession with Plato and my deep, all consuming love for Cavalcanti, whom I call Hero because he is my hero and my most perfect friend. 

Church: 

Church: fine. i guess. ?

[kitmarlowes]

Niccolo Machiavelli: Aha-A brilliant idea!

Piero Soderini: What?

Niccolo Machiavelli: That's what we need, a brilliant idea.

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niccolo machiavelli: there's only one thing worse than a new prince's state collapsing due to the malice of fortune

niccolo machiavelli: rips off card to reveal "cesare borgia's new state collapsing due to the malice of fortune"

piero soderini: cesare borgia!

niccolo machiavelli: no

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My darling Piero Soderini also gets a shout out!

❤️ all my Florentine faves ❤️

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Savonarola: We’re going to make Florence the new Jerusalem.

Niccolo Machiavelli:

Niccolo: are we?

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Savonarola: and that is why you should fear the wrath of god and spurn earthly vanities lest you burn in the fires of hell. There is a reckoning coming for Florence, and it will be made of fire and of water and you will know the sword and pike and the lance of the lord—

Niccolo: yeah I feel that way about France and all those mercenaries from Urbino too.

Savonarola: that wasn’t - I wasn’t - never mind.

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Niccolo: the worst thing has happened

Vettorri: what now? Did Francesca leave you again for Orlando who you’re certain is just using her as rebound since his lover boy ditched him for a richer man?

Niccolo: I was trying to forget about that situation so thank you for that, my friend. But no, that wasn’t it.

Vettorri: in that case, carry on.

Niccolo: I went to hear Savonarola speak because my wife’s brother’s friend’s cousin kept going on about him.

Vettorri: oh no.

Niccolo: and I was stood there thinking: this is all bullshit. But then, horror upon horrors, I felt a creeping sense of shame come upon me. Something I’ve never felt before and don’t ever want to experience again. So I decided to not visit my other mistress tonight.

Vettorri: you’re setting her aside??

Niccolo: absolutely not. Why would I do that? I’m just being good for a night then plan to go back to sinning full force tomorrow. Never let me go to Mass again. Bad idea, all around.

Vettorri: how you are still alive is a mystery to me.

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Soderini: have we thought about mercenaries as a solution?

Niccolo: no. Never. Over my dead body. Absolutely not. Get those mercenaries off my lawn. No one wants them.

Soderini: you are aware that we are financially and physically unable to support a standing army right.

Niccolo: a man can dream, Piero. Let me have five minutes of bliss.

Soderini: fine. But once you’re done blissing out I need you to steal a bridge for me.

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Since I am apparently flooding AO3

I am now apparently putting everything I've ever written up there. 

Have fun. 

Fall This Illustrious House

Pairings (such as they are): Machiavelli/Everyone (no really, have you read his letters?) 

Summary: The story is about Machiavelli and high Renaissance Northern Italian politics. Old Medicis and New Medicis! Philosophy! Cesare Borgia! Leonardo da Vinci! Alexander VI! Vague historical references! Piero Soderini! What fun!

(this is really old. Forgive my younger self) Have fun. It's finished, btw, so it'll be updated faster than anything else. 

  ...what am i doing with my life? 

  "There was a Roman emperor, once," Francesco began as Niccolò poured them wine. "Who had the world but wanted the moon as well and in reaching for it he fell. He fell sixty or so times and the last blow was the worst for it came from a friend." He looked up to meet Niccolò's steady, steady, I-know-this-story, gaze. "Is Cesare in good health?"