@fun-sized-not-short / fun-sized-not-short.tumblr.com
I still certainly have the muse for Gratia, however her tumblr rp fellows have faded off their blogs.
If for anyreason you still feel like RPing or just chatting with me, my main tumblr is @parqit and my skype name is parqit_parqit. c:
Gratia’s still around! Just not on tumblr as much.
Anyone still alive?
I feel very attacked by this post
lmao!!!!!
My whole existence in a post. 😩
“Grazie, amore.” Gratia smiles back, stepping away to start removing her gear and putting away her equipment.
As Gratia moved away from him, Federico returned his attention to the food he had been preparing, humming under his breath as it was finished up. Growing up alone with only his mother had taught him a few things, such as learning to cook, in order to feed himself. Now that he had Gratia.. he was happy to use that skill in order to help her relax.
Once he was finished, the table was set, and their food set out in preparation. The recruit sat down, and waited for his lover to return.
Cleaned up and out of her assassin robes, Gratia returned to the kitchen. She couldn't even begin to count the way of how much she was grateful for Federico, always caring for her whenever she returned home from the line of duty.
“It smells delicious.” She hummed, placing a kiss to her lover’s cheek before taking her seat.
“I’m fine, amore. I promise.” The woman reassured him, nuzzling into his palm.
“I know.. but I cannot help but to worry,” he hummed, pulling back from his kiss to offer her a soft smile. “Now.. Settle in, and I will serve dinner, va bene?”
“Grazie, amore.” Gratia smiles back, stepping away to start removing her gear and putting away her equipment.
"Helping the princess" by Port Sherry
Therium guarding Little Lena
[ Accepted ]
I’m honestly a bit confused by this fandom. So hating on Arno is absolutely fine but hating on Connor is a sin? What exactly makes him more worthy than Arno? Double standards, ladies and gents. I wish people would stop putting someone on a pedestal and bashing others. Learn to love and respect every story that Ubisoft created. Every character is special and has his own charm.
image from madeinmasyaf
This, dear children, is how you do a Leap of Faith.
And this is how you don’t.
The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…
“You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.” ― John Berger, Ways of Seeing
I know I’ve reblogged this before but it’s so important.
“Si.” She smiles, unclasping her bracers and rolling up her sleeves. “Other than a few punches earlier in, I’m unscathed.”
The taller recruit gave her a soft pout, not at all pleased to hear that the soldiers in question were able to hit her at all. Leaning in, Federico cupped her cheek with a delicate hand, pecking the opposite with a feather-soft kiss.
“I’m fine, amore. I promise.” The woman reassured him, nuzzling into his palm.
“Just some Borgia hounds that were getting far too rough with me. I’m fine, but I can’t say the same for them.” Gratia shrugs, hugging Federico close.
“And you are not hurt?” he hummed, gently moving to turn himself around in her arms, wanting to get a closer look. Although he knew what their job was, and just what risks they were bound to take, Federico was always concerned, never wanting Gratia to be in the line of danger, for any reason.
“Si.” She smiles, unclasping her bracers and rolling up her sleeves. “Other than a few punches earlier in, I'm unscathed.”
“Si.” She smiles up to him, robes speckled faintly in blood. “I had little trouble and wanted to get home to you as fast as I could.”
When peeking around at her, he noticed the blood and couldn’t help but frown. No matter how strong Gratia was, it wouldn’t ever stop Federico from worrying about her safety. “Was there any trouble?”
“Just some Borgia hounds that were getting far too rough with me. I’m fine, but I can’t say the same for them.” Gratia shrugs, hugging Federico close.
He waited patiently for her to return home, a bright smile on his face as he had finished preparing something simple for the two of them to eat. Fed wasn't as great of a cook as his fiance, but the recruit certainly did try.
Gratia had finished her work early, almost sprinting her way home to her love. She had slowed to a walk once she entered their home, wasting no time in stepping up behind Federico and wrapping her arms snuggly around him. “Dinner smells good.”
Federico chuckled, humming as he felt her cheek pressing into his back. “It is not as good as how you make it, or my mother, but I try,” he mused, moving one hand to gently cup over one of her hands. “Is everything finished for the evening, cara?”
“Si.” She smiles up to him, robes speckled faintly in blood. “I had little trouble and wanted to get home to you as fast as I could.”
He waited patiently for her to return home, a bright smile on his face as he had finished preparing something simple for the two of them to eat. Fed wasn't as great of a cook as his fiance, but the recruit certainly did try.
Gratia had finished her work early, almost sprinting her way home to her love. She had slowed to a walk once she entered their home, wasting no time in stepping up behind Federico and wrapping her arms snuggly around him. “Dinner smells good.”
Petition for Ubisoft to never, EVER include companion app, initiate or microtranstions in future AC games ever again.
Even tiny beebs love loves
