“I joined a Wolfpack session with the Navigator, Wayfarer and Mercenary already in play. I did not come in last because I joined late, rather, I was distracted by those sexy bastards.”
“Desmond made my bisexual”
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“I always considered myself to be straight, until Ms. Mary Read “James Kidd” came along.“
my birthday will be soon. and the only thing i want is 3 assassins. desmond, altair and ezio. they would be all mine~
“Mary Read – whether in disguise or out of it – makes me legitimately question my sexuality”
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“This isn’t really a confession, but don’t you find it so strange that Desmond and all of his ancestors thus far are ridiculously sexy?”
Oh yes! But honestly I am not surprised. I am just hot for these beautiful and, of course, talented Assassins. I may be a whore, but I don’t care~ 😉
-Fiora Cavazza
’I had this dream the other night where Desmond and Haytham, appeared in my room while i was getting changed. Haytham grabed me from behind and Desmond stoped me from putting my top on and needless to say i was extermly sad to wake up~’
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Desmond – Namecchan
Haytham – Guzzardi
‘I would dream about coming home tiered from a rough days work and connor would offer to sit by the fire with me. Then he would allow me to play with his haire(I have fetish for men with long hair) he and I would talk and ask about our day,then he’d notice I was getting sleepy and carry me to my room and lay beside me and we would kiss passionately and wewould fall asleep in eachothers arms.’
confessed by: homesteadliving
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‘When I’m about to go to sleep I imagine a whole different life with me being in a relationship with Leonardo. I know its implied hes gay but… Dayum hes adorable xx’
Confessed by: xconnormidnighteziox
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‘Imagine Connor teaching you how to shoot a bow. He stands behind you, your back against his broad chest. His calloused hands are over yours, molding them into the correct positions. His mouth is at your ear, whispering directions gently. Your heart is thrumming wildly in your chest as you release the arrow. Connor smiles, his hot breath on your neck. Bullseye.’
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