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moesartblog · 13 hours ago
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“One of the beauty standards of renaissance Italy was to be practically hairless”
They’re all getting body hair. All of them. The men. The women. The children. The babaies.
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Chapter 14
Chapter Masterpost
I hope you guys are enjoying these. Truly.
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The week after Giovanni’s funeral had been a strange mish mash of time and feeling, bleeding into each other. Each moment felt like a very particular kind of prolonged agony, and at the same time it had only felt like hours had passed. 
Ezio was stuck in the room he shared with his brothers, currently only in the company of Federico. Once again, he was feeling the dread of being stuck inside. The only thing keeping his head somewhat straight was conversing with the courtesans who resided there. He had foolishly initially tried to flirt with them, but he was swiftly shut down on the front of any sexual happenings. There had been at least two events held by some nobles that had taken place since the Auditore came to the courtesan house, which several of the women had been invited to attend. It provided some much-needed freshness to their conversations, even if most of it was just gossip. 
Aside from that, the other entertainment he got was from listening through the walls to the conversations patrons would be having with a courtesan in an adjacent room. 
He had his ear pressed up against the decorative patterns of the wall and listened as hard as he could, while Federico sighed, laying back on the single bed the three brothers had decided to give to Petruccio for his ailment. 
“Do you not think it invasive to listen to-”
“Sh! Sh!” Ezio harshly waved a hand at his brother so he could hear properly, to which the elder of the two rolled his eyes. Finally, Ezio pulled away from the wall, snickering. 
“Apparently there was some commotion the other day at a Calcio Storico game. Our good friend, Vieri, was dragged off the field by his father in the middle of a match!” Ezio cackled, but his brother didn’t share his enthusiasm. Federico stayed lying back on the bed sighing, and looking wistfully out the small window. Ezio wasn’t the only one who clearly felt cooped up, but being the eldest child, he felt it would be inappropriate to express that in any outward way. Though, his nerves were starting to fray, especially with Ezio’s hardly subtle nudges at questioning the family heritage. 
Ezio frowned at the lack of a shared happy reaction. “…Can I ask now?” 
“I told you, I will explain when we are settled in a more permanent place,” Federico Said in a slightly irate tone. 
“And when is that going to be!?” Ezio demanded emphatically. 
Federico shot up suddenly. “I don’t know! Alright?! When we can exit the city unknown to the guard! It could be hours; it could be weeks! I do not know!” He was shouting, desperation painting his voice. He recoiled a bit seeing Ezio shrink a bit at his outburst. His younger brother had a cacophony of expressions running across his face with no words to contextualize them. And so he quickly slinked out of the room. Federico stood still, filled with instant regret, even knowing he needed to set this hard line. 
Ezio gloomily trudged downstairs to try and get some space away from his brother before things got ugly. Turning a corner, he saw his mother sequestered behind a decorative partition, doing some embroidery.
“Oh, mi dispiace, mother. I didn’t mean to interrupt-”
“What is wrong, Ezio?” His mother asked quietly. Even if his mood hadn’t been obvious, Maria knew how to read all of her children, and her middle son truly wore his heart on his sleeve, despite his attempts otherwise.
“…I needed some space away from Federico…” Ezio said sheepishly.
“Oh, hm… That’s strange. I don’t believe I remember the two of you butting heads like this since you were fairly young. What has caused this?”
“I…” the words caught in his throat. He was burning with curiosity, but he wasn’t sure his mother was the right person to ask about this. Was she still sensitive to any discussion of his father at this point? Was she even as aware of the family’s secrets as Federico was?
Maria pinched her brows at her son’s hesitation.  “My dear, I feel your trepidation, but you need not fear speaking your mind.”
Ezio took a breath. “I wanted to know more about… the secrets father was keeping.” 
Maria’s face fell slowly, but there was no shock. She turned to fully face her son. “…Bene. I suppose there is little reason left to stay in the dark. I will tell you, however-”
Ezio suddenly cut her off with a groan. “Oh, no, you’re going to wait until we’re in a more stable home?!” 
Maria shushed her son. “However, I would like to enlighten Claudia and Petruccio as well, all together. If you go grab them and meet us in our room, I’ll see that Federico joins us. So, you don’t have to start another argument with him.”
Ezio relaxed his shoulders, suddenly filled with anticipation and anxiety, having not expected this answer. “Okay…” 
As the three younger Auditore siblings settled into Maria and Claudia’s shared room, the matriarch and her eldest entered, looking focused. Ezio, Claudia, and Petruccio sat, while Maria and Federico stood before them. Maria briefly turned towards Federico and nodded subtly. 
“My dear children, there is something that we must discuss with you about your father… and why he was killed…” Maria finished off the last of her words quietly, while looking downward and bracing herself. Federico comfortingly rubbed her back while the rest waited with bated breath. With a deep breath, she continued. “Your father… was an Assassin…” Maria glanced at her children trying to gauge their reactions. Ezio was trying to process what had just been said, Claudia had her brows pinched in confusion, and Petruccio had a black stare. “...As are your brother and I.” Ezio looked up suddenly, perplexed, but starting to put the pieces together. 
“...Is this a joke…?” Petruccio asked, innocently. 
“No, darling. It is not.” 
Claudia suddenly stood up. “You have murdered people?!” she was shaking slightly, fully exasperated. 
“No! No, I mean… we have not.” Maria said, gesturing between her and Federico. 
“But father had…” Ezio said grimly. 
Maria lowered her voice. “I implore you to listen and understand, my children. Your father’s family has been part of a long line of assassins, going back hundreds of years. I was inducted as a member around the time I married.”
“If you have not killed anyone, what exactly do you mean you’re also an assassin?” Claudia asked.
“The Assassin Order is much more than just exchanging coin for death. We stand for the freedom of humanity against those who would subjugate everyone for their own vile ends.”
Federico stepped forward. “The assassin order has, for centuries, fought against the just-as-ancient Templar order.”
Ezio chuckled grimly. “This is ridiculous… nonsense… secret ancient orders? Assassins and Templars?” He began fidgeting with his fingers. “If this is a joke, now would be the time to fess up, because this is in pretty poor taste…”
“It is not a joke, Ezio,” Federico stated firmly.
Ezio suddenly stood, loudly. “Then WHY did you not tell me of this sooner?!” he said, indignantly. “I feel like I cannot trust my own family!” He was now pointedly looking at Federico, whose face twisted up in sadness and regret. 
“Ezio… father had intended to tell you, quite soon, but…”
“And how long have you been aware of all this?!” Ezio’s tone was accusatory, as well as pleading. 
Federico closed his eyes, trying desperately to force growing tears back. “...I was around your age when father told me…” Ezio sighed exasperatedly, and gesturing emphatically. 
“I cannot believe… were you going to wait to tell them, as well?” Ezio said, gesturing to his two younger siblings, who grew increasingly uncomfortable. 
Maria stepped back in front of Federico, to reach for Ezio. “Dear, I’m sorry. We were going to tell you-” Ezio flinched away from his mother’s touch. Her heartbroken expression hurt him, but it didn’t quell his feeling of betrayal. He was standing there, breathing heavily, trying to decide what to do. In a flash, he shoved past his brother and mother, out the door, and jumped down the upper banister onto the bottom floor and barreled out the front door. The couple of courtesans who had been lounging downstairs, were stunned still.
Federico, sensing a burst of his brother’s impulsiveness, tried to follow him, but Maria called for him to stop. He looked back at her, confused, seeing her pleading look for him to stay. One son having fled hurt enough, having another away would have her spiral further. Federico looked back between the door and his mother, and slowly made his way back up to her, to envelop her in hug. She couldn’t help weeping, fear welling in her heart again. Claudia and Petruccio slowly walked out and embraced their mother as well. 
“Mama… I don’t think you have to worry. He came back before. I believe he will come back again.” Petruccio said softly. Maria tangled her hand in his hair and continued to weep. 
Ezio didn’t know where he was going in the rapidly darkening streets. He had no sense of self preservation. He simply needed to run and run and run. After sprinting like a madman through what felt like half the city and having nearly run into a patrol of guards during his dash, he came to a stop in front of the Duomo. Looking up at the towering structure, he felt a horrid weight on his chest, and a deep despair at how he felt this feeling would never pass. He desperately wanted the company of someone who he felt he could trust. 
He started to lazily wander the streets, waiting for the sun to set, and trying to process this new form of grief. He figured visiting Cristina would be a mistake, as it seemed her family was on high alert around her comings and goings. And he truly couldn’t think of a friend who he was not sure may be trustworthy after the recent events. If someone as close to the family as Uberto could commit such treachery, who knows who else could. As his feet and thoughts wandered, he realized he had found himself in front of the workshop of his mother’s friend. He wasn’t sure the artist, Leonardo, wouldn’t also betray him to the guard, but he felt at a loss, and he had at least gotten an honest feeling from him on their first meeting. 
Ezio knocked on the door, slowly but heavily three times. Would he even be the one to answer…? It took a moment, but a disheveled blond man answered the door, with a moment of shock. 
“Ezio…? Ezio Auditore?” The man asked. “…Have you been crying? What’s going on?”  
The Auditore boy hadn’t realized he’d been crying, and touched his cheek to feel the tears that had run down his face. He sniffed and looked at Leonardo, with an attempt to speak but nothing would come out. 
Leonardo furrowed his brow for a moment and then quickly shuffled the crying man inside. Ezio obliged, sitting down heavily in a creaky wooden chair with his head low. Leonardo pulled up another chair to sit across from him. 
“I would like to help more, but I need you to tell me what’s wrong,” Leonardo said softly. 
Ezio glanced side to side suspiciously, and Leonardo instinctually understood. “No one else is here, Ezio. Verrocchio is away for a few weeks, and the other assistants have gone home for the evening. I swear to you.” Leonardo looked at Ezio with a pitying but genuine smile. 
Ezio, trying to compose himself, sat up with a deep breath. 
“My father… was murdered.” Ezio said timidly. 
“Ah, yes I heard about your father’s passing.” Leonardo leant forward and gently placed a firm hand on top of Ezio’s. “I am so sorry. I did not know him as well as your mother, but he seemed to be a good man.” 
Ezio let out an ironic laugh, with a new wave of tears. “You would think! But apparently, I did not know him well either. Or the rest of my family for that matter!” 
Leonardo sat back, perplexed. “What do you mean?” 
“I know- I know I should not be discussing this with you, but… I do not know who I can trust with this…” 
Leonardo was unsure of how to proceed but strode forward anyway. “I understand we have not known each other very long, and you should not feel pressure to tell me anything if you don’t want to. If all you need from me is a place to rest for the night, I’m happy to provide.” 
Ezio couldn’t read any sort of underhanded intentions in his words or face, and he desperately wanted someone who he felt he could trust in this moment. He bowed his head again. 
“I found out my father had been… involved in… unseemly activities… politically…and they were things my mother and elder brother knew about as well…” he was trying to be careful in his wording, though that didn’t stop Leonardo from being a little confused. 
“So… these activities, whatever they may be, were kept from you… and you feel betrayed?” 
“Yes! … Maybe… I just…” Ezio put his head in his hands. “Leonardo my life has been upended in every possible way, and I do not…” he choked on his words recalling the past several days. Leonardo gently placed a hand on his shoulder. 
“You take the time you need to feel this. I’m going to go make up a bed, if that is what you would like. I apologize, it won’t be much, but-”
“It will be fine. Truly. Thank you, Leonardo.” 
The painter smiled sweetly at him before walking upstairs to prepare one of his spare beds. 
When Ezio finally calmed down, he gladly downed a small cup of wine offered to him, and he quickly drifted off into an exhausted sleep. 
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moesartblog · 1 day ago
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Chapter 14
Chapter Masterpost
I hope you guys are enjoying these. Truly.
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The week after Giovanni’s funeral had been a strange mish mash of time and feeling, bleeding into each other. Each moment felt like a very particular kind of prolonged agony, and at the same time it had only felt like hours had passed. 
Ezio was stuck in the room he shared with his brothers, currently only in the company of Federico. Once again, he was feeling the dread of being stuck inside. The only thing keeping his head somewhat straight was conversing with the courtesans who resided there. He had foolishly initially tried to flirt with them, but he was swiftly shut down on the front of any sexual happenings. There had been at least two events held by some nobles that had taken place since the Auditore came to the courtesan house, which several of the women had been invited to attend. It provided some much-needed freshness to their conversations, even if most of it was just gossip. 
Aside from that, the other entertainment he got was from listening through the walls to the conversations patrons would be having with a courtesan in an adjacent room. 
He had his ear pressed up against the decorative patterns of the wall and listened as hard as he could, while Federico sighed, laying back on the single bed the three brothers had decided to give to Petruccio for his ailment. 
“Do you not think it invasive to listen to-”
“Sh! Sh!” Ezio harshly waved a hand at his brother so he could hear properly, to which the elder of the two rolled his eyes. Finally, Ezio pulled away from the wall, snickering. 
“Apparently there was some commotion the other day at a Calcio Storico game. Our good friend, Vieri, was dragged off the field by his father in the middle of a match!” Ezio cackled, but his brother didn’t share his enthusiasm. Federico stayed lying back on the bed sighing, and looking wistfully out the small window. Ezio wasn’t the only one who clearly felt cooped up, but being the eldest child, he felt it would be inappropriate to express that in any outward way. Though, his nerves were starting to fray, especially with Ezio’s hardly subtle nudges at questioning the family heritage. 
Ezio frowned at the lack of a shared happy reaction. “…Can I ask now?” 
“I told you, I will explain when we are settled in a more permanent place,” Federico Said in a slightly irate tone. 
“And when is that going to be!?” Ezio demanded emphatically. 
Federico shot up suddenly. “I don’t know! Alright?! When we can exit the city unknown to the guard! It could be hours; it could be weeks! I do not know!” He was shouting, desperation painting his voice. He recoiled a bit seeing Ezio shrink a bit at his outburst. His younger brother had a cacophony of expressions running across his face with no words to contextualize them. And so he quickly slinked out of the room. Federico stood still, filled with instant regret, even knowing he needed to set this hard line. 
Ezio gloomily trudged downstairs to try and get some space away from his brother before things got ugly. Turning a corner, he saw his mother sequestered behind a decorative partition, doing some embroidery.
“Oh, mi dispiace, mother. I didn’t mean to interrupt-”
“What is wrong, Ezio?” His mother asked quietly. Even if his mood hadn’t been obvious, Maria knew how to read all of her children, and her middle son truly wore his heart on his sleeve, despite his attempts otherwise.
“…I needed some space away from Federico…” Ezio said sheepishly.
“Oh, hm… That’s strange. I don’t believe I remember the two of you butting heads like this since you were fairly young. What has caused this?”
“I…” the words caught in his throat. He was burning with curiosity, but he wasn’t sure his mother was the right person to ask about this. Was she still sensitive to any discussion of his father at this point? Was she even as aware of the family’s secrets as Federico was?
Maria pinched her brows at her son’s hesitation.  “My dear, I feel your trepidation, but you need not fear speaking your mind.”
Ezio took a breath. “I wanted to know more about… the secrets father was keeping.” 
Maria’s face fell slowly, but there was no shock. She turned to fully face her son. “…Bene. I suppose there is little reason left to stay in the dark. I will tell you, however-”
Ezio suddenly cut her off with a groan. “Oh, no, you’re going to wait until we’re in a more stable home?!” 
Maria shushed her son. “However, I would like to enlighten Claudia and Petruccio as well, all together. If you go grab them and meet us in our room, I’ll see that Federico joins us. So, you don’t have to start another argument with him.”
Ezio relaxed his shoulders, suddenly filled with anticipation and anxiety, having not expected this answer. “Okay…” 
As the three younger Auditore siblings settled into Maria and Claudia’s shared room, the matriarch and her eldest entered, looking focused. Ezio, Claudia, and Petruccio sat, while Maria and Federico stood before them. Maria briefly turned towards Federico and nodded subtly. 
“My dear children, there is something that we must discuss with you about your father… and why he was killed…” Maria finished off the last of her words quietly, while looking downward and bracing herself. Federico comfortingly rubbed her back while the rest waited with bated breath. With a deep breath, she continued. “Your father… was an Assassin…” Maria glanced at her children trying to gauge their reactions. Ezio was trying to process what had just been said, Claudia had her brows pinched in confusion, and Petruccio had a black stare. “...As are your brother and I.” Ezio looked up suddenly, perplexed, but starting to put the pieces together. 
“...Is this a joke…?” Petruccio asked, innocently. 
“No, darling. It is not.” 
Claudia suddenly stood up. “You have murdered people?!” she was shaking slightly, fully exasperated. 
“No! No, I mean… we have not.” Maria said, gesturing between her and Federico. 
“But father had…” Ezio said grimly. 
Maria lowered her voice. “I implore you to listen and understand, my children. Your father’s family has been part of a long line of assassins, going back hundreds of years. I was inducted as a member around the time I married.”
“If you have not killed anyone, what exactly do you mean you’re also an assassin?” Claudia asked.
“The Assassin Order is much more than just exchanging coin for death. We stand for the freedom of humanity against those who would subjugate everyone for their own vile ends.”
Federico stepped forward. “The assassin order has, for centuries, fought against the just-as-ancient Templar order.”
Ezio chuckled grimly. “This is ridiculous… nonsense… secret ancient orders? Assassins and Templars?” He began fidgeting with his fingers. “If this is a joke, now would be the time to fess up, because this is in pretty poor taste…”
“It is not a joke, Ezio,” Federico stated firmly.
Ezio suddenly stood, loudly. “Then WHY did you not tell me of this sooner?!” he said, indignantly. “I feel like I cannot trust my own family!” He was now pointedly looking at Federico, whose face twisted up in sadness and regret. 
“Ezio… father had intended to tell you, quite soon, but…”
“And how long have you been aware of all this?!” Ezio’s tone was accusatory, as well as pleading. 
Federico closed his eyes, trying desperately to force growing tears back. “...I was around your age when father told me…” Ezio sighed exasperatedly, and gesturing emphatically. 
“I cannot believe… were you going to wait to tell them, as well?” Ezio said, gesturing to his two younger siblings, who grew increasingly uncomfortable. 
Maria stepped back in front of Federico, to reach for Ezio. “Dear, I’m sorry. We were going to tell you-” Ezio flinched away from his mother’s touch. Her heartbroken expression hurt him, but it didn’t quell his feeling of betrayal. He was standing there, breathing heavily, trying to decide what to do. In a flash, he shoved past his brother and mother, out the door, and jumped down the upper banister onto the bottom floor and barreled out the front door. The couple of courtesans who had been lounging downstairs, were stunned still.
Federico, sensing a burst of his brother’s impulsiveness, tried to follow him, but Maria called for him to stop. He looked back at her, confused, seeing her pleading look for him to stay. One son having fled hurt enough, having another away would have her spiral further. Federico looked back between the door and his mother, and slowly made his way back up to her, to envelop her in hug. She couldn’t help weeping, fear welling in her heart again. Claudia and Petruccio slowly walked out and embraced their mother as well. 
“Mama… I don’t think you have to worry. He came back before. I believe he will come back again.” Petruccio said softly. Maria tangled her hand in his hair and continued to weep. 
Ezio didn’t know where he was going in the rapidly darkening streets. He had no sense of self preservation. He simply needed to run and run and run. After sprinting like a madman through what felt like half the city and having nearly run into a patrol of guards during his dash, he came to a stop in front of the Duomo. Looking up at the towering structure, he felt a horrid weight on his chest, and a deep despair at how he felt this feeling would never pass. He desperately wanted the company of someone who he felt he could trust. 
He started to lazily wander the streets, waiting for the sun to set, and trying to process this new form of grief. He figured visiting Cristina would be a mistake, as it seemed her family was on high alert around her comings and goings. And he truly couldn’t think of a friend who he was not sure may be trustworthy after the recent events. If someone as close to the family as Uberto could commit such treachery, who knows who else could. As his feet and thoughts wandered, he realized he had found himself in front of the workshop of his mother’s friend. He wasn’t sure the artist, Leonardo, wouldn’t also betray him to the guard, but he felt at a loss, and he had at least gotten an honest feeling from him on their first meeting. 
Ezio knocked on the door, slowly but heavily three times. Would he even be the one to answer…? It took a moment, but a disheveled blond man answered the door, with a moment of shock. 
“Ezio…? Ezio Auditore?” The man asked. “…Have you been crying? What’s going on?”  
The Auditore boy hadn’t realized he’d been crying, and touched his cheek to feel the tears that had run down his face. He sniffed and looked at Leonardo, with an attempt to speak but nothing would come out. 
Leonardo furrowed his brow for a moment and then quickly shuffled the crying man inside. Ezio obliged, sitting down heavily in a creaky wooden chair with his head low. Leonardo pulled up another chair to sit across from him. 
“I would like to help more, but I need you to tell me what’s wrong,” Leonardo said softly. 
Ezio glanced side to side suspiciously, and Leonardo instinctually understood. “No one else is here, Ezio. Verrocchio is away for a few weeks, and the other assistants have gone home for the evening. I swear to you.” Leonardo looked at Ezio with a pitying but genuine smile. 
Ezio, trying to compose himself, sat up with a deep breath. 
“My father… was murdered.” Ezio said timidly. 
“Ah, yes I heard about your father’s passing.” Leonardo leant forward and gently placed a firm hand on top of Ezio’s. “I am so sorry. I did not know him as well as your mother, but he seemed to be a good man.” 
Ezio let out an ironic laugh, with a new wave of tears. “You would think! But apparently, I did not know him well either. Or the rest of my family for that matter!” 
Leonardo sat back, perplexed. “What do you mean?” 
“I know- I know I should not be discussing this with you, but… I do not know who I can trust with this…” 
Leonardo was unsure of how to proceed but strode forward anyway. “I understand we have not known each other very long, and you should not feel pressure to tell me anything if you don’t want to. If all you need from me is a place to rest for the night, I’m happy to provide.” 
Ezio couldn’t read any sort of underhanded intentions in his words or face, and he desperately wanted someone who he felt he could trust in this moment. He bowed his head again. 
“I found out my father had been… involved in… unseemly activities… politically…and they were things my mother and elder brother knew about as well…” he was trying to be careful in his wording, though that didn’t stop Leonardo from being a little confused. 
“So… these activities, whatever they may be, were kept from you… and you feel betrayed?” 
“Yes! … Maybe… I just…” Ezio put his head in his hands. “Leonardo my life has been upended in every possible way, and I do not…” he choked on his words recalling the past several days. Leonardo gently placed a hand on his shoulder. 
“You take the time you need to feel this. I’m going to go make up a bed, if that is what you would like. I apologize, it won’t be much, but-”
“It will be fine. Truly. Thank you, Leonardo.” 
The painter smiled sweetly at him before walking upstairs to prepare one of his spare beds. 
When Ezio finally calmed down, he gladly downed a small cup of wine offered to him, and he quickly drifted off into an exhausted sleep. 
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moesartblog · 3 days ago
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I wonder if my art has ever really inspired anyone in their own art
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small leyendecker study that got away from me
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some Federico sketches
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small leyendecker study that got away from me
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some Federico sketches
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moesartblog · 7 days ago
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Something nice and profound to me is
Things that seem similar yet are fairly different are suddenly given relation to each other through our pattern recognition.
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moesartblog · 7 days ago
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more brush practice
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moesartblog · 7 days ago
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new brush
tiny lios
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moesartblog · 7 days ago
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I know the intention of the original game was to have ezio with a more chiseled look like how it is in a lot of male protags and th reason it looks so soft is because of limited polygons
And I know with dread that if they remade the game now they would go with that chiseled look with like fully buccal fat removal and shit but
I like the interpretation more that the softness of the face (at least at the beginning of his story) is because he’s a young noble boy. He’s gonna have a fuller face I think! He might not be fat (though why not lol) , but he would not look like a modern instragram photoshop model.
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having fun with this new brush
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Decided to update my old fursona i had when i was a kid
The top one is the old version, and bottom is the new one.
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moesartblog · 10 days ago
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“It’s selfish to want a remake of any of the ezio games! He’s already had so much content!”
I know and I just don’t care. I want them to remake 2 so they look as immersive as some of the more recent games. Like basically I want one of those walking tours they do on that on e history YouTube channel, with all the added details of the common daily life as the other games.
And I wanna be super clear, I do NOT want them to replace the older games. I like the style, art, and direction of the older games
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moesartblog · 11 days ago
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It is cringe that they made Ezio seduce/flirt with and/or sex up multiple real historical women but that’s just cus I find it tediously heterosexual
If he was also canonically shacking up with multiple real historical men, I wouldn’t mind nearly as much lol
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this comic was kinda whatever for me, but this was certainly homosexualized
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moesartblog · 12 days ago
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your heart reminds me of an eclipse
just a sketch
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