Multi-filtered His Blakeness ๐Ÿ˜ˆ
Happy Fritson Friday (a bit too late, I know)

Late? Itโ€™s Monday for me and Iโ€™m putting this beautiful picspam in the queue, Lord Riario only knows when itโ€™ll grace my blog ๐Ÿ˜€



For @dreamywritingdragon who asked me to draw the plushies Leonardo and I made for each other. This is as far as we got before we were asked to leave because SOMEONE just had to comment on everything in the shop and how it was wrongโ€ฆ.



They probably didnโ€™t have daggers or paintbrushes for accesories anyway. Youโ€™ll have to make your own for these cuties ๐Ÿ˜‰


Zo ate my homework. Or, er, cat!Riario did and blamed Zo. Or a llama ate it. Or, more honestly, I didn’t do my Fritson Friday homework this week*, nothing worth writing would show up for the prompt though I’ve enjoyed all the crack others have written ๐Ÿ™‚

Looking forward to the new Fritson Friday prompt ๐Ÿ˜€

*In my defence in the last nine days I’ve posted 3 DvD fics, 1 Indian Summers fic, 1 Blindspot fic, 1 fic art, 1 meta article on Watson/Doylist analysis for my prof blog, and 1 post on relationship hierarchies which has garnered enough notes that I feel it’s worth polishing for my prof blog next week.
Also my internet connection has again been dropping off during the last few days, making it difficult to catch up on all the things I want to read/comment on/research etc.



Weekend assignment:

Create a story using the pics aboveโ€ฆ

(A HUGEย thank you to all of those who jumped into this whim of mine!)

Crack, Giuliano, Leo, Riario, implied UST Leo/Riario

Riario was very proud of the device. It was a family heirloom, or at least he’d swiped it from the secret archives of the Vatican, which was much the same thing when your father was the Pope, or so he told himself.

It was beautifully crafted, but, tragically, the inner mechanism was broken. It spoke to Riario, and he wondered if the genius Leonardo might be able to fix it.

He wrote a letter, speaking of the piece and its need for repair, and sent it off to Leonardo. He didn’t sign the letter. That was part of the puzzle, one he knew Leonardo would solve.

Unfortunately, due to a comical mix-up which Zo would still be living down years later, Leonardo found himself with a rare book meant for Giuliano while Giuliano de Medici found himself with an unknown device โ€“ a compass, he thought at first โ€“ and what seemed to be some sort of metaphorical love letter, if he was reading between the lines.

Giuliano set about trying to solve the mystery. He was no engineer but if he could discover more about the piece and the letter writer, he would be able to find someone suitable to repair it and then return it to its owner. Who would be grateful and possibly show their affection in some rather interesting ways.

(There’d been talk of polishing the smooth surfaces that made Giuliano, certain there was hidden meaning there, blush to think about it).

So Giuliano read books, pored over scrolls, sketched ideas, and doodled as he thought about the letter writer and the puzzle they had sent him, someone who recognised he was a man of intellect and passion and sought to woo him if he could prove his worth.

When he’d finished his plans, he took the device to Leonardo, because while the man was an insufferable ass, he was almost the genius he thought he was.

Leonardo didn’t want to help at first, blocking himself from Giuliano’s vision with a spoon. Giuliano resisted the urge to tell him where that implement would be going if he didn’t cooperate.

“I should have known better than to ask the great artista,” he spat, turning away so Leonardo wouldn’t see the smirk on his face. “It is too complex for him.”

Of course Leonardo couldn’t snatch the device from him fast enough. He rolled his eyes at Giuliano’s sketches but said he could definitely repair the device โ€“ no, improve it. Giuliano explained he just wanted it finished as soon as possible.

“Why is this so important to you?” Leonardo asked.

With reluctance, Giuliano handed over the letter. “I would prove that I am capable of the task this woman has set me,” he admitted.

Leonardo’s lip quivered as he read the letter. “I see. Well, yes, she does seem smitten, doesn’t she? Rather a lot of poetic symbolism in there. Well educated. A count, er countess, or something, I’m sure. I’ll get to work straight away and then you can see about returning the device and winning your admirer’s heart.”

Poor Giuliano had no idea that as soon as he’d left Leonardo’s studio, Leonardo laughed until tears ran down his face. He had no idea that Riario was capable of such poetry, nor that he was so clever as to obscure his identity while giving so many obvious clues to it. He sobered up a little when he realised that maybe the letter and device had meant to come to him and not Giuliano at all. Maybe it was just poetry but Leonardo was inclined to side with Giuliano about the amorous intentions of the letter writer.

He shrugged it off. He could worry about it later. He had other things to do. First, fix the device. Two, suggest to Giuliano that the letter writer be summoned to collect it. Three, witness Giuliano and Riario’s utter horror when they met. Four, laugh until he wet his pants.