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I just read a fic where a pathetic man got off from hearing the words "I love you".
(I'm drooling.)
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Oh, that’s so Adrian.
You’ll be making out on one of the desks of the Belmont Hold, one of your thighs wedged between his while your hands grasp his hips and papers crinkle beneath his weight. His hands are tangled in your hair, his quiet moans muffled against your mouth. His eyelids flutter when you pull away, panting through kiss swollen lips, and you nose along his flushed skin. He smells of honeysuckle; heady and nectarous.
“I love you.” You say against the curve of his jaw, your fingers splaying over his warm skin beneath his shirt. “I love you, Adrian.”
He gasps, a ragged sound that’s ripped from his throat at your words, and his hip buck helplessly against your leg. Adrian’s orgasm catches you both by surprise, his jaw slack and his pale lashes dewy with overwhelmed tears. He fists the back of your shirt, his chest heaving, and his face grows a deep shade of red. He’s still hard against your thigh, even when his cum seeps through the fabric of his trousers to wet yours. “Sorry,” Adrian whispers, trembling, “I’m sorry, I—”
You quiet him with a kiss, dragging him impossibly closer, and he gasps against your mouth as you smile. “Do it again.”
#╰┈➤ nick answers !#castlevania brainrot#dom reader#top reader#sub character#adrian tepes x reader#castlevania alucard x reader#alucard x reader#n/sfw#n/s/f/w
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A previous ask said machete was a cardinal and i instantly thought of him in this painting
Really tickled by the reactions of the background characters here, personally.
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Could I request Alucard getting overstimulated by his s/o to the point he's whimpering and teary-eyed?
His lungs burned as he tried to clutch air into them. Alternating between gasping pants and clinching his jaw so tight he thought his teeth might crack.
How long had they been doing this for? Hours? Days? Centuries? Alucard felt it difficult to keep track of time. Keep track of anything other than trying to get air in his lungs, his lover’s wonderful cruel touches, and the need to cum.
“Aww…is it getting too hard my love?” Their sweet voice called to him. A finger tipping his chin up to crane his neck off the bed, which he instantly follows. A willing puppet to their whims. “I mean, I know your cock is already too hard. So red and swollen.” He gasped when their other hand drifted over his erection. Hips lifting to get just a little more touch that he needed to cum. But he was denied. “It looks to vibrant against your beautiful, white skin.”
“….please….” Alucard can barely choke out the words. He had actually been strangled, so he could honestly say that their skillful torment had left him strangled for words.
“Ooo…you beg so beautifully too. My sweet love. The son of the all powerful vampire lord Dracula at the quaking mercy of a little human. What would your father think?”
His fangs bare in a hiss, possibly a subconscious flash at the remark or from another barely their touch on his inner thigh near his balls. “….please…”
“You’re so beautiful when you cry too.” He hadn’t even noticed he was crying until they leaned in to lick a single tear from his cheek. Frustration, pain, or just squeezing them so tightly, he wasn’t sure what caused them. He was sure that elation was the cause of them after they told him, “ok. You can cum now.” It was like a cord snapped inside him as he came ropes of cum all over himself and the bed. Not unassisted by the fact that his back bent off the bed like he was possessed.
Alucard fell back to the bed when he was finished, then fell back into himself. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” His voice was a little hoarse. Probably from earlier when he was moaning & crying out. Fighting against it before he relented and just let them do what they wanted with him. Submitted so he could have the opportunity for release.
A cool rag drifted over his chest and arms, and Alucard lulled his head over to their lap that was already near it. “You seem to be needing this more than usual.” He had no comment on their remark. Mostly because it was hard to argue when they were right. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” He repeated and they dropped it. Letting him fall asleep as they finished cleaning him up, then crawled into bed after him. Maybe it was the exhaustion, he thought as he drifted off. Why he kept asking for this. If he was too distracted by orgasm to think, then too tired to think after, then maybe that was the reason. Or maybe he was just starting to like it more.
Either way, he would keep asking as long as they would provide. They seemed to have no qualms about doing this so far. So, he was safe. For now.
#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#castlevania#castlevania scenarios#castlevania imagine#castlevania alucard#alucard castlevania#alucard x reader#castlevania alucard x reader#castlevania x reader#imagine#scenarios#castlevania imagines#adrian tepes#adrian fahrenheit tepes#castlevania smut#smut
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they wouldn't understand
#monk 2002#adrian monk#jumping on this meme too#leland would give the same answer and get the same reply
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Can you do Adrian,Saffron, and Terra meeting Juniper?
Saphron: *Hugging Juniper Deeply* She's making the horror of what you went through more palatable.
Jaune: Yeah, She's good like that.
Saphron: *Muffled sobbing*
Terra: *Patting Saphron on the shoulder while holding Adrian*Hold your hand out Flat Adrian!
Adrian: *Holding lettuce out* Huh-buh!
Juniper: *Sniff Sniff* *Munch Munch Munch*
Adrian: *Giggle*
Terra: *Mouthing* Thank you!
Jaune: *Thumbs up*
#rwby#jaune arc#terra cotta#terra cotta arc#adrian cotta arc#saphron cotta arc#saphron arc#asks and answers#cheeseeater2
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If jaune is Adrian's donor pyrrha and bleiss we warring against each other while trying to get adrian to call one of them mama.
Change my mind
Pyrrha: *cooing* "Adrian, sweetie, say 'Mama'."
Adrian: *sucking his thumb* "Gah."
Bleiss: *pushes Pyrrha aside* "No, no!" *coos* "Bleiss is mama."
Pyrrha: "I beg your pardon?!"
Bleiss: "That's right, b--Pyrrha!" *internally* 'Musn't cuss around Adrian.'
Weiss: *watching from the couch* "How long has this been going on?"
Jaune: "Since Bleiss 'invited' herself inside after Saph and Terra left for the movies."
#answer#answered#answer post#rwby#rwby au#rwby shitpost#donor au#weiss schnee#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#adrian cotta arc#bleiss schnee#bleiss gele#arkos#blackguard#rwby blackguard
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Lets say jaune is Adrian's donor jessica cruz reacts to adrian pointing to her and going " mama 😇😊😄😇"
"No, Adrian." Terra giggled. "I'm Mama. That's Miss Jessie."
"Mama." The tot pointed at her. Then pointed to his other mother. "Mama." Then pointed to Jessica. "Mama." Then his finger singled out Jaune. "Papa."
"I'm really sorry about this, Jessica."
"It's fine." Jessica replied with a giggle. "I think it's very sweet he considers me part of the family."
#rwby#jaune arc#dc#green lantern#jessica cruz#rwby x justice league#knightlight#terra cotta arc#adrian cotta arc#my answer#my answers
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He's just a little guy. A silly little guy
#spoon shelter#spoon spindell#arthur spindell#arthur spoon spindell#harlan coben's shelter#shelter harlan coben#what the fuck was that#why is he on the wall#i need answers#i needed them yesterday#adrian greensmith
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Hi, I saw your requests are open. If it's no trouble maybe reader pampering Adrian on an off day? My babyboy, murder-wife doesn't get enough TLC in my opinion. He just needs to be taken care of! Let him lie in your lap while you play with his curls. Do a face mask with him! (Baby likes to be included in your routine). I'll take anything! 💕
thank you so much for requesting <3 this was adorable. heres to taking care of our murder-wife
Adrian trudged through the corridors of HQ, his mind consumed by thoughts of you barely twenty-eight seconds after stepping inside. This level of distraction was unusual even for him – all he could dream about was laying in bed with you, feeling the gentle touch of your hands, the warmth of your breath, the sweet whispers that filled the room with intimacy. The allure of violence, which usually stirred his adrenaline, held no appeal in this moment.
Normally, Adrian relished the rush of holding a gun, of knowing he was making a tangible impact in his own enigmatic way. But today, even that sense of purpose felt distant. Adrian would never hint to anyone in the 11th Street kids that he felt fatigued or sore – no, he was in peak condition with utmost endurance and he could withstand these difficult conditions – but his muscles ached.
The physical toll of the day weighed heavily on him. Each blow, each impact, seemed to reverberate through his body, despite the protective gear he wore. The memory of being thrown to the ground, his helmet barely cushioning the impact as his vulnerability showed, lingered like a haunting echo. In those moments, all he desired was to be with you, in your comfort, at home.
When you heard your boyfriend's footsteps approaching the door of your shared apartment, you weren't taken aback by the familiar feeling of his arms encircling your waist, showering you with a flurry of kisses along your cheek, trailing down to your jaw and neck. The absence of his usual animated chatter caught you off guard. There were no excited recounts of his day, no boasts about his marksmanship or humorous anecdotes from his time with Chris, which he often shared eagerly, expecting your laughter to follow suit.
Turning in his arms, you met his gaze, noticing the lack of sparkle in his eyes. Without a word, you reached up to cup his face, the silence between you speaking volumes. “Let's go get ready for bed, yeah?" you suggested softly, a smile tugging at your lips. Pausing, you added, "I haven't done my night routine yet. Would you like to join me?”
“Yes, please,” he murmured, his head tilting into your touch as he closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of your hands.
In no time, you found yourselves standing beneath the hot spray of the shower, steam filling the room. Typically, Adrian would take the lead, but this time, you seized the initiative. Your fingers worked through his wet hair, eliciting soft moans of content from him as his tense shoulders relaxed.
Adrian had always taken care of you, but now it was your turn. As you massaged his tense muscles, you noticed the bruises marring his freckled skin. His body responded to your touch, goosebumps rising as he reveled in your tenderness. It was moments like these that reminded him he was loved, deeply and unconditionally, by you.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Adrian watched you with a mixture of admiration and adoration as you went through your night routine. His hazel eyes followed your every movement, a soft smile gracing his lips when you turned to face him.
His eyes brightened when he realized you were about to apply his favorite lotion, the familiarity of the scent comforting him. “This smell reminds me of you,” he mumbled, his gaze lingering on your face before trailing down to where droplets of water cascaded down your skin. The muscles loosened when he felt you massage his muscles once more, his head tilting back in pleasure. “Everything reminds me of you,” he added, his words laced with sincerity.
Your cheeks flushed at his sweet words, a warmth spreading through you as his ability to make you feel cherished never failed to melt your heart. Even in his fatigue, he knew just how to make you feel special.
As you turned your attention to his hair, applying a small amount of styling product with gentle fingers, you couldn't help but admire the way his features softened in repose. His hazel eyes, almost puppy-like in their adoration, gazed up at you, his hands resting lightly on your waist as you worked your magic. He pinched the fabric of the towel, rolling it between his fingers with a contented sigh.
Leaning down, you pressed a tender kiss to the top of his forehead, a silent gesture of reassurance and affection. “Go lay in bed while I get the rest of the things,” you suggested softly, cupping his chin and caressing the stubble on his cheeks. Without any hesitation, he nodded in agreement, rising from the chair and pressing a grateful kiss to your cheek before squeezing your waist one last time, his touch lingering as he made his way over to the shared bed.
As he settled onto the mattress, you couldn't help but notice the tension that still lingered in his body. With a gentle touch, you offered him an iced water and some inflammation medicine, silently acknowledging the toll the day had taken on him.
Carefully, you crawled on top of Adrian, settling in his lap as you tore open a facial mask sheet. His eyes were trained on you, his gaze filled with a mixture of appreciation and affection. “This helps with rejuvenation,” you explained softly, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. His hands squeezed your thighs, not wanting to let you go, not wanting to ever forget the sound of your voice or the way you look at him. This was all he wanted for the next few weeks of his life--he's sure of it.
“Is that what I need?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.
“I think you need sleep,” you replied, shaking your head with a soft chuckle as you applied the mask. “But in twenty minutes, that’s when we take this off,” you added, your voice filled with warmth and tenderness.
As you both settled into bed, Adrian leaned against you, his body relaxing into the comfort of your presence. With each gentle stroke of your fingers through his hair, you could feel the tension melting away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.
“Tomorrow I can make you a nice breakfast,” you offered, a soft smile playing on your lips as you sought to convey your love and care for him.
“God, I’m so thankful for you,” he groaned. “And so in love with you.” His words washed over you like a warm embrace, filling you with a sense of contentment and love. In this moment, surrounded by each other's affection, Adrian knew there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
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anyway i have been thinking about how much i want adrian to fuck me (this would fix me i know it would) but like specifically i really want to make out with him. i wanna feel his whole tongue in my mouth while he holds me (cause im horny but also i a softie dammnit).
i get the vibe that he hooks up regularly as vigilante so hes experienced in bed more than people would think, but since he keeps the mask on he doesnt kiss much. but when hes close enough with someone he can take off? with be ALL over you with his mouth. will be kissing you nonstop.
OKAYYYY FUCKBOY VIG AND TOUCH STARVED ADRIAN I SEE THE VISION
but yes i definitely agree that he's a dark horse when it comes down to it. i mean maybe im delusional maybe im fucked in the head but you can't convince me that absolutely no one in that town has fucked around with vig because let me tell you i would be FIRST IN LINE!!! he's been running around for years, and it seems that at this point people have just kinda made peace with him being there?? so no doubt he has hookups like he's charming and confident when he's in the suit and we see that a lot in the show. so yes. he probably fucks a lot as vig.
but adrian???? out of the suit???? touch starved. it's all well and good when there's a barrier between him and whoever he's sleeping with (literally), but warm fingertips brushing his hair from his face??? clinging on to his bare back while he fucks you??? soft, breathless kisses while the two of you moan into each others mouths???? he's a sucker for it. all the hookups in the world, all the people that throw themselves at him after he saves them from being mugged will never, ever compare to just being himself, just being adrian, around someone who accepts him for who he is and what he does and someone he trusts enough to keep that secret.
as soon as he comes home he'd rip the mask straight off and his lips would be straight on yours. doesn't matter if he's had a good night or a bad night, touching you, kissing you, his tongue in your mouth and the little surprised noise you make when he bites down on your bottom lip is enough to make him feel like he's on cloud nine. he'd kiss you until you literally can't breathe, and if you pulled away from him to catch your breath the most pathetic whine would leave his throat and he'd turn his attention to your neck instead. the whole time he's inside of you, his lips are on yours. missionary?? he's kissing you until your lips are blue. from behind?? he's leaning over, grabbing your chin and making you turn your head so he can slip his tongue into your mouth.
and his affinity for kisses doesn't just apply to sex!!!! he'll wrap his arms around your waist when the two of you are cooking dinner just to plant the sloppiest, wettest kisses on your cheek just so you'll giggle and playfully slap him away. before you leave the apartment you have to swipe the AKM (adrian kissing machine). he'll probably get moody if he doesn't get a kiss in the morning.
if you're both feeling nasty he'll spit in your mouth, or he'll let you spit in his mouth. he probably prefers the latter.
🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡
#everyone be quiet liz is speaking#so maybe i got a little bit carried away#this answer was honestly not supposed to be this long#but he is just so!!!!!!!#like i need him!!!!!!#i fell down last year and i still haven't picked myself up!!!!#but in the words of dick grayson#i'm okay on the floor#adrian chase#vigilante#peacemaker#dc#adrian chase x reader#vigilante x reader
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What do you think about Adrian's new look?
Darling, I’m just happy to see my Lulu again. He could be anything and I’d be like yes, yes, that’s my boy that’s my boy 😪
But really, he looks good—he’s in that SOTN getup and I love love love this more accurate version, yes!
#it’s more like… his og look but I know what u mean#very kojima style now!#thE CRAVAT AND ALL#the lighter hair yes#answered ask#castlevania#alucard#adrian tepes#castlevania nocturne
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Dracula who cries into Belmont Reader's shoulder while they make love (he refuses to call it anything less intimate) because he hasn't felt this comfortable about himself since Lisa
He tilts his head back when you trail your mouth down the column of his throat, tears slipping over his temples to soak into his hair. His hips buck to meet your thrusts, driving your cock deeper inside him. Your mussed hair tickles his skin, and your warm breath fans over his collarbones when you groan. Dracula moans in return, running his palm down your spine to pull you closer. He missed this.
He missed you.
#╰┈➤ nick answers !#that one scene where adrian is crying during sex#but without the aftermath#castlevania brainrot#dom reader#top reader#sub character#vlad dracula tepes x reader#castlevania dracula x reader#mathias cronqvist x leon belmont#belmont reader#n/sfw#n/s/f/w#sub dracula#sub vlad dracula tepes
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fr fr people are either lewding the fuck out of Miguel or they are just bullying him with memes and like 5% of the rest have him sad and staring at pictures of Gabi on his big ass screen.
HONESTLY!! obviously i’m not saying that people shouldn’t necessarily stop writing smutty content about miguel - do what you want i’m not dictating it because that’s just being an asshole - but it becomes a problem when that’s ALL you reduce his character to. hot buff latino that’d be a beast in bed. it’s just.. ew. some of the memes can be pretty funny, but it’s so damn difficult to find fans that like miguel as he is. an interesting antagonist with a lot of baggage and trauma, but also as a character that deserves to be loved and cared for as a person. just because he’s big and spider-powered doesn’t mean his needs as an actual human person should be ignored or pushed aside.
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May I request Alucard (Castlevania) getting a massage from his s/o that starts out innocent only for it to turn slightly intimate?
Alucard x reader + massage
Alucard winced again as he stretched his shoulders.
He might have incredible healing from his vampire side, but the trials he has had to go through over the past few months have taken their toll. It seemed every day he woke up there was some new kind of sore or twinge of pain in his body. Invisible battle scars.
“Are you alright?” [Y/N] asked as they seemed to notice his fleeting discomfort.
“It’s nothing.” Alucard replied quickly. Going back to his tasks.
“It didn’t look like ‘nothing’. Are you hurt? From the other night?”
“No. Well…not really.” He wanted to just leave it at the ‘no’ but he could never lie to [Y/N]. Even white lies, or omission of the truth. “It’s my back. It’s just a little sore.”
“Well, you went through a wall.” They told him. “That’s understandable.”
They go back to their respective chores, but Alucard winced again, so [Y/N] spoke up. “It’s really bothering you eh? Why don’t you let me give you a massage?”
“A massage?” Alucard repeated with an arched brow. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“Come on. It’s not like that.” They insisted. “Massage has actual therapeutic properties to it. It’s as legitimate as any other non-invasive medical practice. Just…people use it for other things.” There was a slight blush to their cheeks. “In any case, it might help. Get the kinks out. Trust me. You’ll feel better.”
Alucard was still skeptical, but even the suggestion of relief seemed to make his back tense up in excitement of finally being free. So he gave in. “Fine. Lead on.”
They headed back through the castle towards his bed chamber and [Y/N] told him to strip and lay down on the bed. “Whatever level of undressed you feel comfortable with.” He wanted to tell them that his level of comfort with nudity meant that he would need to be fully clothed under the covers, but he realized that was not helpful. So he just took his shirt off.
“Do you still have that lavender oil blend Sypha gave you when you weren’t sleeping?”
“What? Oh…it’s in the box on the dresser.” He forgot about that. Seemed there was no shortage of ailments to his person these days.
They seem to find it quickly and head over to the bed to straddle him from behind across his lower back. “You need to relax.” They told him.
“I’m trying.” This was all very new to him. Being close to people. Being touched. His instincts, honed from the past few months, badgering him about being ‘pinned’ from behind. He felt their fingers run through his long hair, combing it a little as they moved it out of the way, and he took a deep breath as that seemed to help.
The air was suddenly flooded with the scent of lavender and other calming herbs. Alucard suddenly remembered how strong the scent was, and probably why he only used it a few times. He flinched when the cool oil touched his back and tried to relax again when he felt [Y/N]’s hands spread it across his back. “Is this ok?”
Alucard nodded into the pillow. Not sure if he should talk or if that would ruin the moment and ‘relaxation’ he was working on. Their hands then moved up to his shoulders and gripped them with a little more pressure than before. He instantly let out a groan.
“Sorry. Is that a good noise or a bad noise?”
“It…it’s fine…”
The hands on his shoulders were slowly kneading out all the stress. It was a little uncomfortable, at first, but his muscles were definitely giving way to their ministrations. He took another deep breath and sunk further into the bed.
This continued for a while. Alucard wasn’t sure how long. He lost track of time and nearly everything but the hands on his back. Moving in a coordinator effort from one muscle group to the next. It was like he was in a daze by the time they were finished. Barely registering the question of, “do you feel better?” to which he was only able to nod.
[Y/N] smiled down at him and leaned down to give him a kiss. He lifted up his head a little to meet them, and what was properly meant as just a quick peck soon turned into a lazy, soft, open mouth kiss on top of him. “Wow. You must be feeling better.”
“Yes. I…” Alucard suddenly realized that, although his back wasn’t stiff anymore, something else was. “I…I think I feel a little too much better.”
[Y/N] seemed confused for a minute, but they were a clever person and quickly caught on. “Oh! Do you…” Alucard surely looked about as embarrassed as he felt. So [Y/N] dropped it. “I’ll get back downstairs then. If you….well…take all the time you need.”
They climbed off of him and Alucard just laid there for a moment. Willing his erection down. It went back down soon enough, and he sat up from the bed pain free for the first time in months. He would have to thank [Y/N] properly when he went downstairs. Or maybe tonight. With perhaps a less legitimate massage.
#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#alucard castlevania#castlevania alucard#castlevania#castlevania scenarios#castlevania imagine#alucard x reader#castlevania alucard x reader#castlevania x reader#imagine#scenarios#castlevania imagines#adrian tepes#adrian fahrenheit tepes
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What do you call a cowboy Ezio? Spaghetti western. Spaghetti” Westerns are a subgenre of Westerns whose name references the circumstances and location of their filming. Generally, a Spaghetti Western is a low-budget film produced by Italian directors (hence the “spaghetti” connection) and filmed in Europe, primarily in Almería and the Tabernas Desert.Feb 18, 2022.
Being in a Spaghetti Western makes me think of an actor AU where Ezio is a popular actor in Italy who gets the part of a major character in a Spaghetti Western movie. The main draw of the film is, of course, the leading man who goes by the name “Connor” (real name is kept a secret because he likes his privacy).
The film is a revenge story of a man who lost his tribe (including his mother), burned to the ground by a certain group for nefarious means and he hunts them down one by one.
Ezio plays the main character’s final target, the “Sheriff Jack O’Leary”, the leader of the group.
The twist of the story is that Ezio’s and Connor’s characters are actually father and son.
The bigger twist is that Ezio’s character didn’t even sign off on the burning of the village, his group did that on the orders of a high ranking politician that was helping the main character is finding this group.
A tale of betrayal and revenge with a downer ending of the main character killing his father because they could not find a middle ground.
Ezio was having fun. He was Italy’s darling, known for playing handsome charming men that women (and men) swooned over. So to play what could be considered as the main villain (or the secondary main villain to the politician pretending to be good) was good for him.
Along the way, he gets close to the cast and crew, even becoming something akin to an older brother to the leading man (who finally tells him his real name is Ratonhnhaké:ton and he chose the name ‘Connor’ as a tribute to a senior of his that supported and encouraged him when he was doing theater before).
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Leonardo is the set director and he’s super passionate about it. He’s a big fan of western movies and an even bigger fan of sci fi movies.
Machiavelli is the director and he’s quite the perfectionist. On the other hand, he had worked with Ezio before and they get along.
Federico works as Ezio’s agent and PA in one, mostly because he’s worried about his little brother and also because he doesn’t want to become the next CEO of the Auditore Bank. Claudia can have that.
Ratonhnhaké:ton’s agent is a man only known as “Mr. Cormac”. He’s also Ratonhnhaké:ton’s bodyguard and Ratonhnhaké:ton admitted to Ezio later on that his father was the one who employed “Mr. Cormac”. “To keep an eye on you?” “To make up for the decades of parental neglect he believes he committed even though he didn’t even know I existed back then.”
The script is written by Altaïr under the pseudonym Philip S. He’s a well known scriptwriter who churn up lots of scripts a year and just give them to whoever wants them. No one has ever seen his face. Whenever he has to get an award for his script or asks for a meeting, some poor guy named Desmond Miles would appear, apologize for his boss’ rude behaviors and then just do whatever was needed. Some rumors say Philip S is a woman and that’s why they don’t want to make an appearance. No. Altaïr just don’t want to mingle with people he doesn’t know or even like. He just likes to write. Desmond is actually his secretary/live-in houseworker who got the job because no one else could stay as Altaïr’s houseworker long enough to learn Altaïr was also a writer. The pay is good, Desmond doesn’t need to pay for bills since he lives in Altaïr’s house and sometimes Altaïr’s hot childhood friend visits to make sure Altaïr hasn’t died yet (his words, not Desmond’s) so the view is nice.
Haytham Kenway may or may not be producing the film under one of his shell companies. No one is really sure what the Kenway family does but it’s Hollywood during the mid 60s so… it’s shady af.
Kaniehtí:io is alive and is supportive of her son’s rising popularity while being worried about him. She and Haytham never married and she never actually told him about Ratonhnhaké:ton. Haytham only learned about him after Ratonhnhaké:ton became a movie star.
Yes, Ratonhnhaké:ton started in theater (as a child actor) and Connor Davenport took him in as his ‘protege’. Connor Davenport, unfortunately, died (Hollywood drama)
#connor is used in the narration because that’s ratonhnhaké:ton’s stage name#the name of ezio’s character is based on the names of characters’ adrian hough played#i'm sorry nonny if you wanted an actual western au with ezio#if i did that it'll probably be like rdr or rdr2 lol#let me know if you want that though and i'll write an idea XD#assassin's creed#ezio auditore#ratonhnhaké:ton#connor kenway#altaïr ibn la'ahad#desmond miles#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#leonardo da vinci#niccolo machiavelli#haytham kenway
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Cite moment blake cuddles adrian and cat girl does purr
Blake: *Asleep on the couch* Purrrrrrrr....
Adrian: *Calming laying on her stomach, also asleep*
Jaune: Thank the gods he fell asleep.
Yang: She's gonna be great with our kids ...
Jaune: ...
Yang: I mean- if we have kids!
Jaune: ...
Yang: No, no I want kids.
#rwby#jaune arc#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#rwby shitpost#adrian cotta arc#anonymous#asks and answers#bumbleby
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