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insert-the-4thwall-entity · 3 months ago

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was originally going to color these, but oh well -

these are what could come up with before right now, where i'm getting another idea for what world h0st and his beloved teens inhabit, where everyone in that world is based off a song -

making up a good worldbuild for H0st rn

2024 and it's the 2nd anomalous entity epidemic since the mid 80s to mid 2010s, all analog horror and general/web horror monsters, entities, anomalies and phenomenas are back for round 2. Creepypastas included. H0st is one of the most nicest broadcast/digital anomaly ever to bless the world. Back in the late 70s to mid 80s he was supposed to be a revolutionary broadcast/TV network assistant ai, but became the one personel that could hand the ass of something of the likes of the boiled one or scold the TeleBlue company and their ai brain-reading child (free @tapew0rm shout-out and so). After the epidemic's end was still around, just doesn't show himself often. Untill the return that is. H0st also comes back upon discovering that is has started again, keeping his promise of protecting everyone from danger.

A group of teens - a ruthless fighter, the mom-type(subject to change), the smart one, the cool guy, the goth/emo one and the one who's just there - that are fascinated by the incidents of the past have to go through the same thing the past targets did. They form a soon-to-be-found-family team because of this (and because all of them have familial and mental issues). H0st finds out about them and knowing him being the type of sizeshifting anomaly that worries too much for humanity, the idea of a bunch of self-orphaned teens, kids even, going against these merciless monsters is not a good idea. Therefore, he decides to adopt and keep that group safe

and by god, he is going to raise and keep theses kids safe.

alot of g/t is probably gonna be applied here due to H0st 'sized by the screen' gimmick, but in a good way. Also - parental g/t

anyways, expect concept doodles for this -

who knows, maybe i'll make more song-based ocs or even regular ocs for this

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marandsviet-espanol · 29 days ago

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"Eres el capítulo que nunca pude reescribir, pero el que releo sin cesar en el silencio de la noche."

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snowsinterlude · 1 year ago

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What Weighs in Your Heart.

+18, mdni

(priest coriolanus x f. reader, mdni!)

summary: the priest of panem's church was the one you confided the most, that's the only reason for you to confess your sins every sunday evening, and that's why you always stayed until late at church.

c.w: priest!coriolanus, christian reader, christian guilt, altar sex, slapping, mentions to blowjob, grinding, fingering, squirting, church sex, dirty talk, smut, nsfw, public sex, dacryphilia, degrading, praising, overstimulation, sub reader, religious imagery mentioned, priest kink, praying during sex, sex in public place, mdni!!

the sin - heinrich lossow, 1880.

a piece showing a nun moans and a priest holds her hips. based on the events of the last day of October 1501, where cardinal cesare de borgia, son of Pope Alexander VI, supposedly hosted a decadent dinner party.

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every sunday, you spend your whole evening at the church, always so eager to please your religion and your god, but you knew deep in your heart that this was not your true intention.

you've waited until everybody left the church again, so you could ask father coriolanus to listen to your regrets on the confessionary – that's how far you can remember –, and with your moans echoing through the church and your pussy gushing around his skilled fingers, you cried out in pleasure, hearing his prays.

both of you weren't anywhere near the confessionary, if you looked up you could see the stained glass window with a image of Jesus Christ looking at you, and you'd immediatly look down again, the wet sounds of your cunt echoing through your eardrums.

"that the eyes of your heart may be enlighted, so you can repent for your sins and your place in heaven is reserved." he prayed, his fingers fucking your pussy relentlessly while his other hand held a rosary, praying for you. "tell me what weighs within your heart, my child."

you couldn't even speak an entire phrase without moaning, you didn't have any idea you were so wet and sensitive until the moment he pulled your panties aside.

"you didn't hear me?" he asked, curling his long fingers into your cunt. "confess me your sins."

you gulped down, crying from guilt and pleasure all at once.

"forgive me, f..father, for i have sinned." you started, legs spreading a bit more just so you could be met with a slap on your ass and a finger thrusting into your core. "fuck, father. i-i can't- i can't sp...speak!"

your eyes were closed shut, your mouth opened up to let him hear your squeal once he slapped your butt.

"the church is not a place for you to run your dirty mouth like that." he warned you, taking his fingers out of your core and making you suck on them.

"i'm sorry, father. please forgive me." you said, eyes swelling up with tears as he frowned at you, shaking his head negatively.

"tell me what weighs in your heart, so i can show you the path of god, my dear lamb." he said, both his hands on your hips while you shamelessly whined, grinding your hips on his stiffened dick.

"forgive me, father, for i haven't stopped sinning kn every lord's day and can't stop coming to the church only to sin." you said, your voice sounding to malicious to your liking. you truly hoped god would help you, the guilt in your heart was nothing near the pleasure you experimented on coriolanus's dick. "father, please. i can't stop thinking about you," you admitted, your own hand travelling down your stomach to reach for your swollen clit.

an action that, much to your sadness, was prevented by the priest towering on you. his hand held yours, caging them with the rosemary he held.

"you should know better than to indulge in such a dirty path, little lamb." he said, in a soothing voice while you thrusted back at him, crying for release. "look at you, you're on the right path to become satan's main worshipper. you're so dirty, so stained." you cried upon hearing those words.

"it is not my fault, father, i swear!" you cried out, your core clenching on air as it missed his cock inside you, throbbing inside you while he usually hit your ass. "it's not my fault! i-in god's plan, he made the devil so much stronger than any of those whose flesh is the main pleasure-" he gave you another painful slap, your lips gasping as the tears rolled down your cheek.

"so now it is god's fault that you are such a whore?" he asked you, grinding back at you, you mewled at his words.

"n-no, that was not what i said-"

"it is exactly what you said, lamb. you should watch your words." he said, the stern tone on your voice made you sob.

"i'm sorry, father. i'm sorry, i wasn't thinking straight, i- ah!" you sobbed, feeling the tip of his cock entering your core, your cries were too pleasant for him.

"this is what you wanted, right? this is why you're always here, looking at me with those pleading eyes that are always screaming 'fuck me, father.' isn't that right?" he asked you, a smirk curling into your lips as you nodded pathetically. "you can't help but crave what is not yours to have, can you? even if it's a priest's cock. i bet you fucked more priests in this life than any prostitute." he whispered into your ear, thrusting slowly into your pussy with a tortuous rhythm.

your brain felt too mushed up for you to even talk, so you sticked up with shaking your head negatively, your moans and cries being paused for you to mewl a bunch of no's.

"use your words, you are a bitch, but you're not dumb and nor are you mute." he said, his cock entering you entirely, filling you to the edge as you cried out in pleasure, his hand grabbed your boob aggressively, pinching your nipple as he turned you to face him. "do what i said."

"'m sorry, fa.. father! i'm sorry. i-i didn't fuck any priest other than you, i promise!" you cried out, the tip of his cock teasing your clit before entering you again.

"see? it wasn't that hard speaking up and using your voice for something other than begging for my dick." he said, looking into your eyes, and the smile he gave you was so pretty that you just knew that fucking in missionary would end up with you saying something forbidden, something dirty. he was right, you were stained after all. "you're such a good girl, can't believe you go around with my cum in your pussy looking that innocent." he chuckled.

he put your handcuffed hands on his neck, making you hug his neck before he made one of your legs wrap around him, thrusting into you until his tip teased just the right spot inside you.

"fuck! father, please, keep going!" you begged, crying as your head hide on the curvature of his neck.

he tugged your hair back, making your eyes meet his, the ones you were trying your best to avoid, the ones you knew that once you looked into, you would see the abyss of the fire of hell waiting for you. he leaned closer to you, his face mere inches of yours. he couldn't kiss you, no. it'd make everything worse- but god, his lips looked so pretty. so kissable. you wanted him to, and inside of you, your heart prayed he would. but he didn’t.

"you're so eager." he smiled, groaning as you squeezed his cock between your gummy warm walls and cried while he nibbled om your neck and earlobe. "but you heard what i said about your language. the church is no place for that." he said.

"but you- hah, god! y-you're always cussing around too! y-you called me a whore just two minutes ago!" you cried out, defending yourself in this situation was pathetic.

"because you are one, lamb." he said, chuckling as he kissed your tears on the right corner of your mouth. too close to your lips. "my language can be excused when i'm telling the truth," he paused, growling while his forehead leaned into yours. "your language, however, is just a bunch of fucks."

"f-father, please don't." you said, moaning while trying your best to pull away from his lips.

"'don't', what? 'don't cum inside this time'? 'don't suck on my neck'?" he asked, his eyes boring into yours as he thrusted faster and deeper into you. ah, you always looked so pretty when he fucked you and messed you up, such a slutty mess.

"d..don't kiss me," you said, for his surprise. and he chuckled at you. you could handle fucking a priest but couldn't handle a kiss? how cute. "you're too close to me, y-your lips- i want you to."

"be more specific," he groaned, his hips slapping in yours as his cock hit your cervix and his hand slapped your ass. "you want me to do what, dear?"

"i want you to kiss me." you pleaded, crying from humiliation.

"you told me not to." he said, teasing you as his thumb rubbed on your clit, making your walls squeeze him. he gasped, soft grunts leaving his mouth as he frowned, looking down to see his cock disappearing inside your pussy with each thrust.

"please do. p-please, please." you begged. this wasn't the first time you fucked him, but it would be the first time you kissed him, and in general, it would be the first time you kissed at all. "just this once. j-just today."

"pray." he demanded.

"what? no- not now. it's wrong. it's dirty" you sobbed.

"just like you. pray." he said again, torturing you as he montioned his hips in a slow, steady place. you gulped down, apologizing to jesus mentally before commiting the terrible sin you were about to.

"o-our father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name, thy kingdom come-" you cried, your heart heavy with guilt. "t..thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses." you closed your eyes shut, overstimulation hitting you like a brick as you sobbed.

he begin thrusting faster in you, your voice melting at each rapid thrust that hit your uterus, his cock entering deep inside you, his balls kissing your core as his member throbbed inside you. "keep going." he said, and so you did.

"as we- ugh, coryo! as we forgive, those who- who tre... who trespass against us," you groaned, feeling your climax arriving. you held yourself, prohibiting yourself from cumming in such a time. "and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,"

he kissed you, his tongue tangled on yours. such a filthy kiss, such a messy kiss, took you over the edge. his hand brought you closer by your waist, fucking you relentlessly while his other hand held your head, kissing you roughly. you came first than him, a wet mess being made on him as you squirt on him, moaning into the kiss as he kept going, cumming inside you right after you.

"a...amen." you finished, shaking as he pulled his cock from you, kissing your tears alway.

"good girl." he said, kissing your temple. you pouted as he cleaned your tears, and after straightening your clothes and pulling his pants back, you were still shaking, your legs trembling from the intense orgasm you just had. "be a good lamb and sit there while i bring you water and clean myself, okay?"

and you nodded obediently, sitting on the first bench you could reach.

he was so gentle to you. so good. your brain thanked heavens that he made you pray during that, even if it was the biggest sin you've commited, you knew that if he hadn't done such a thing, you would tell him you loved him.

fuck, you're a terrible christian. and to think your parents were so proud of you being such a church girl.

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bubblepopsims · 1 year ago

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Pride Pt. I - Pt. II

#this will be a 6 part maybe 5 i don't know #either way.. i am doing a two sided concept of the sin pride #this is the light version of it.#the focus is on Cesar #ts4 simblr #ts4 #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 #my sims #oc: L.#oc: Cesar(fl0pera)#Pride pt.I #Pride Pt. I

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americangroupie · 1 year ago

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♱ flesh for fantasy ♱

enzo vongrincic x reader

tw: +18, el uruguayo recibe

a/n: voy a ir mezclando varias de sus sugerencias en las fics mas largas, e iré haciendo unas más específicas pero cortitas <3 tengo un montonaaazo así que ruego paciencia, pero les voy a dar en el gusto lo prometo

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a pesar de estar acostumbrada a tener el departamento vacío, habían días donde el silencio se hacía mas presente que nunca. no era culpa de él, por supuesto, pero era la culpa de la falta de su presencia al ser tan dedicado y apasionado por su vocación.

el día había concurrido con tanta lentitud que sentías poder contar los segundos al pasar al frente tuya, hacías miles de tareas domesticas para mantenerte ocupada en un híbrido domingo que deseabas hubiera sido tanto tuyo como de ambos. pero nada te ponía mas contenta que verlo llegar a la casa con nuevas anécdotas, nuevas amistades y nuevas experiencias que comenzaba a expulsar con rapidez de sus labios sin siquiera haber abierto la puerta del departamento por completo.

hoy no fue un día de esos.

“hola mi amor.” lo saludaste con dulzura desde el sillón al mirarlo cerrar la puerta detrás suya. su semblante era distinto, sus cejas estaban fruncidas y los sus manos estaban enroscadas en puños. tardó un par de segundos en contestarte, y ladeaste la cabeza.

“hola, amor.” dijo con un tono monótono, distinto a como solía saludarte usualmente al haber estado todo el día sin verse.

“¿cómo estuvo el día?”

“bien. ¿y el tuyo?”

“bien, gordo, gracias.”

“me alegro.”

“ahora si te pregunto de nuevo, ¿me respondes con sinceridad?”

enzo te dirigió la mirada por primera vez desde que entró al departamento, y te dedicó con una sonrisa ladeada y forzada. “¿tanto se me nota?”

“mm..” fingiste pensar. “puede ser que un poquito mucho.”

rió mientras pasaba las manos por su pelo. “no es nada importante, en realidad. el nuevo jefe de producción me tiene las bolas llenas. no entiendo por qué te ponés a trabajar en la producción de una película si no estás ni ahí con el cine.” pausó, suspirando y quitándose el buzo que llevaba. “pero no me quiero desquitar con vos, amor. no es culpa tuya.”

te acomodaste en el sillón al seguirlo con tu mirada mientras se sentaba al lado tuyo. “si te queres desquitar hazlo, mi amor, para eso estoy.” acercaste tu cuerpo mas a él, tomando su mano y jugueteando con sus dedos. “te quiero ayudar, podemos hacer lo que vos quieras.”

“ya se me va a pasar bonita, no es necesario que hagas nada. con que te quedés acá conmigo estoy bien.” estiró sus dedos dentro del agarre de tu mano al hablar, devolviéndote el inocente jugueteo.

“pero quiero que estés más que bien, enzo.” respondiste suavemente, llevando tu mano libre hacia su pelo y acariciándolo con lentitud. enzo no demoró en responder con su cuerpo, cerrando sus ojos y tirando la cabeza hacia atrás levemente, suspirando al dejarse derretir al ritmo de tus caricias. “dejame ayudarte.” hablaste bajito al acercarte a su cuello, despositando dulces y cortos besos sin cesar el movimiento de tu mano en su pelo.

enzo gimió en respuesta. “lo que vos quieras, princesa. todo tuyo.”

“¿todo mío?” sonreíste pícaramente, subiendo tus besos hasta su mejilla, y te acercaste a su oreja. “¿eres todo mío?”

sonrió con los ojos cerrados. “sí, mi amor. entero.” reíste contra su mejilla, dandole piquitos por toda su cara mientras subías tu cuerpo encima del suyo, sentándote en su regazo.

“decime de nuevo.” dijiste con una sonrisa pintada en tus labios.

te respondió de la misma forma. “sos tan caprichosa.” frunciste el ceño, colocando tus ojos en blanco. a raíz de tu acción, enzo subió una de sus manos a tu mejilla para así acariciarla, mirándote con una sonrisa y luego bajando su mirada hacia tus labios. “mi nenita caprichosa.”

te inclinaste hacia el para amoldar sus labios en un beso, ladeando tu cabeza de inmediato al sentir su mano bajar desde tu mejilla a tu cintura, reposándola sin aplicar fuerza. moviste ambas manos a su cuello, alternándolas de lugar entre sus mejillas cada cierto tiempo para acercarlo más a ti al querer profundizar aun más el beso.

pocos segundos después abriste paso a tu lengua en la cavidad bucal contraria, dejando esta chocar contra la suya fusionándose entre sí en un tortuoso ímpetu. podías saborear el gusto mentolado de sus labios en tu propia boca, escuchando únicamente los jadeos de enzo que se mezclaban con los tuyos, sintiendo como su respiración se aceleraba a medida que pasaban los segundos.

te separaste lentamente de sus labios, quedando un hilo de saliva entre ambos mientras respirabas agitadamente sintiendo las caricias en tu cintura. juntaste tus labios con los suyos una ultima vez para luego dejar un camino húmedo de besos hasta su cuello, mordiendo levemente algunas areas. “déjame hacerte sentir bien, en. te quiero quitar todo el estrés”

escuchaste una risa en medio de sus jadeos. “adelante, mi vida. te dije que podés hacer lo que quieras conmigo. soy todo tuyo.”

te incorporaste encima suya, jugueteando con el borde de su remera mientras le sonreías pícaramente. “como querés que no sea caprichosa si me das siempre en el gusto, amor.”

“es imposible no darte en el gusto. sos muy bonita” dijo luego de que le quitaras la remera, tirándola sin mirar dónde caía.

comenzaste a bajar tus besos a través de su cuerpo, sin dejar un hueco que tus labios no hayan tocado mientras te acomodabas entre sus piernas. al subir la mirada te encontraste con tu novio mirándote expectante, con el pelo desordenado y los labios ligeramente rojos. el solo ver como te miraba con lujuria te hizo estremecer, comenzando a bajar sus pantalones con lentitud sin romper el contacto visual.

su ropa interior era gris, dejando ver su líquido preseminal a través de esta y marcando su bulto aún más de lo que normalmente sería. depositaste breves besos encima de este, sintiendo como su cuerpo se estremecía bajo tu tacto y mirando lo rápido que se desesperaba al tenerte así.

“dale nena. no me hagas rogar.” dijo acomodando el pelo de tu cara, agarrándolo en una colita con su mano. “dejáme sentirte bien.”

asentiste con la cabeza; sin ánimos de molestarlo al querer desviar su mente de el estrés que sentía en el momento. aunque la manera en la que te miraba te hacía pensar que su mente estaba lejos de pensar en cualquier cosa que no fuera la vista que tenía en frente suyo.

al bajar por completo su ropa interior afirmaste su miembro desde la base para trazar una línea recta con tu lengua lentamente, hasta llegar a la enrojecida cabeza. lo escuchaste gruñir en respuesta a tu acción, tirando la cabeza por completo hacia atrás mientras se mordía los labios.

jugaste con la cabeza del miembro en tu boca, torciendo tu lengua al rededor de esta mientras mirabas como enzo reaccionaba a cada caricia que le hacías y escuchabas con atención cada jadeo y quejido que salía de sus labios.

lo masturbabas con movimientos lentos, dejándolo mirar detenidamente como tu lengua recorría toda la longitud de su miembro mientras lo acariciabas con suavidad, quejándote levemente al tenerlo en la boca al mirarlo derritiéndose del placer.

“tocáte, bebé.” gimió al mirar como no te podías quedar quieta. “ahógate mientras te frotás.” asentiste con rapidez, bajando tu mano por entremedio de tus piernas y gimiendo instantáneamente sobre su miembro. “estás mojadita, mi amor?” volviste a asentir, dejando que tus dedos se empaparan de tus líquidos.

acorde pasaban los segundos enzo comenzó a tomar control de tus movimientos, moviendo tu cabeza de arriba a abajo mientras lo mirabas a los ojos, sintiendo como el agarre de tu pelo se volvía más y más fuerte y su respiración se agitaba aún más.

te separaste unos segundos para escupirle a la punta, rodando tu lengua por encima de esta seguidamente con rapidez mientras tu mano se movía ágilmente por el tronco de su miembro. “así, así, por favor chiquita no pares.” gimió al sentir como chupabas la cabeza y tu mano aumentaba la velocidad, apoyando su cabeza en el sillón y alzando su cuerpo, indicándote que estaba por correrse en tu boca.

acompañado de gruñidos y gemidos, sentiste tu boca llenarse del tibio líquido mientras tu feminidad se apretaba alrededor de tus dedos al mirarlo así, completamente entregado a vos.

“abrí.” dijo enzo tomándote del mentón. “mostráme la boquita.” sacaste la lengua por un par de segundos, dejándole ver que ya no quedaba nada más en tu boca. “muy bien, mi amor.” habló en un tono burlesco mientras acariciaba tu mentón, mirándote con ojos enamorados. “te ves tan bonita así; sin aliento, despeinada, tus labios hinchados, con los cachetes pintados de rojo..” se mordió los labios al finalizar su oración. “sos perfecta.”

te sonrojaste aún más con sus palabras, incorporándote encima de el para esconder tu cabeza en el hueco de su hombro. “¿te sentis mejor ahora, amor?”

“imposible estar estresado así, princesa.” dijo acariciando tu pelo luego de dedicarte una pequeña risa. “pero podría sentirme aún mejor si tenés más ideas.”

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic smut #enzo vogrincic x reader

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teecupangel · 2 months ago

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Нi!

god, I read your blog literally every day, it's amazing! helps me cope with stress

anyway, i had a little idea i thought you might like. we often give Desmond godlike powers because of the isu crap. our boy is an angel, that's clear, but what about the devilish appearance? horns, seductiveness, gold accents and maybe a tail?

a creature that would make religious people scream in horror, that's what

and let him get attached to Leonardo da Vinci. my boy must be confused. like, he already thought he was going to burn in hell for his wishes, so a literal devil in his studio admiring his work? well, it couldn't get any worse!

it gets worse when Ezio finds out about Desmond and thinks that literally the devil is going to take his friend. Ezio is very against

I’m so happy to hear that. I’m glad this blog is able to help you cope with stress <3

Soooooo… shall we make Desmond’s life much more miserentertaining?

Desmond actually returned to the past while Leonardo was studying the Apple under Borgia’s lock and key.

Leonardo is smart enough to know that he wasn’t the one who summoned an actual demon.

But he has been using the Apple against his will far too long and too much that he has started to question his own sanity.

So when Desmond appeared in all his demonic glory and the guards started to scream and pray, Leonardo’s brain just short circuited and thought “the Apple can summon a demon, yeah, sounds about right.”

Desmond didn’t really have any plans other than stop these guards from trying to kill him or burn him or behead him or… uuuuhhh… chant prayers at him?

Okay.

Maybe going “God can’t save you” was a bad call if he was trying to not be known as the devil or whatever but Desmond is just going to shake that off.

So… he already killed too many people and now he’s worried that Leonardo will come to harm.

Especially since Cesare was a coward who ran away as soon as shit hit the fan, even forgetting the Apple.

So Desmond just took the Apple and Leonardo (who quickly took all of his papers and journals) and called it a day.

…

A non-lethal version of events happened after he reached the Brotherhood’s headquarters and, really, Ezio should teach his recruits to not scream in terror even if someone who looked like a demon (allegedly) walked inside their supposed secret secured base.

And Desmond has his work cut out for him because Ezio?

Oh, Ezio thinks he’s the real devil, summoned by the Apple, to seduce Leonardo to sin (Leonardo and Desmond just glances at each other without saying anything at this)

Desmond’s attempt to tell Ezio that he’s Ezio’s Desmond only served to make Ezio believe he is the devil.

Why else would he know of Desmond?

How shameless of him to try and pretend to be Desmond when he looks like a devil.

Desmond just wants to bash his head when he remembered this Ezio has not seen him in a hologram near Altaïr’s bones yet.

Hell, even if he did, who knows?

Ezio might just think that a devil was trying to copy Desmond’s appearance.

Okay then…

Time to try and make Ezio see that he means no harm and that he is Desmond.

… with Leonardo’s help, of course.

(Leonardo does not have a say on this but he doesn’t mind, Desmond was nice and he didn’t necessarily believe that he’s the devil. If he is, he hopes assisting him would, at the very least, make Desmond think of taking Leonardo’s soul instead. It won’t be bad to suffer in eternal damnation under a devil like Desmond)

#assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #leonardo da vinci

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