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so ive been following this music series called milgram by deco*27 and the most recent song called Purge March is so farm era desmond coded its insane but i wanted your opinion on it bc im the best at keeping up with lore and stuff
purge march is about a little girl who grew up in a cult, this cult has these ideations they force on her like "thou shall follow thine destiny" and "thou shall deliver unto those thou believest in" and by cult standards she gets punished (severely) if she doesnt follow them.
one day she meets a cat who has his leg broken and decides to mend it, a cult member saw this and snitches to (i think) her parents, she then gets tazed bc she "changed the cat's destiny" while the cat is presumably unalived. this event snaps her and she goes on a rampage, killing who was probably her mother (the mv doesnt rly tell much bc it's purposefully cryptic)
so yeah im thinking of making an ac/milgram au but what do you think
(It was either the mother or the father, yeah, it’s meant to be cryptic XD)
Anyway, here’s the official Milgram youtube. I would have picked the actual playlist but the ones I saw weren’t updated to have Purge March.
For those just curious about Purge March, here’s the official MV (with English subtitles)
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The Milgram series has the setup of ‘murderers’ that the main character must pronounce as guilty or innocent of their crime after listening to their songs. That’s pretty much the very brief gist of it.
Now, nonny gave a good summary of the crux of Purge March’s storyline so we’ll focus on a Desmond Purge March AU instead.
(warning, there will be… animal cruelty and child abuse in this one. Not descriptive but there nonetheless.)
For this one, we’ll remove all of the Templars versus Assassins + Isus stuff from the Farm.
If you still want to include them in the story, go for it, the Farm itself will be turned into an actual cult (instead of us just joking around that it’s a cult).
Perhaps the Farm was formed by radical Assassins who left the Brotherhood before the Great Purge, perhaps they were created by survivors of the Great Purge who lost themselves in grief and started to believe that salvation comes from following their destiny, no matter what it may be.
Of course, if you truly want to hammer in the AC plot, the Farm actually worships Juno (ala Will of the First Instruments) and the whole “thou shall follow thine destiny” is pushed into the conscience of every cult member all in an effort to ensure Desmond would accept his fate to die on December 21, 2012.
Hell, we can even push this into the entire cult knowing Desmond’s destiny is to die on December 21, 2012 to save the world. He has been groomed not as the messiah or the savior of mankind but as the sacrifice.
And Desmond hated it.
He hated everything.
The cult.
His life.
The world.
He was born and raised to believe that this world deserves to be saved because it was destiny.
The very word ‘destiny’ only makes him feel empty inside, a festering rotting darkness that threatened to consume him.
And then…
He found a cat with an injured leg.
White as fresh snow with eyes as gold as the necklace his mother would wear whenever his father would have one of his regular sermons.
And Desmond…
Desmond heard the poor cat mew and he couldn’t stop himself.
He ‘borrowed’ the first aid in their home and used it to disinfect and bandage the cat’s injury, even went and gave the cat his lunch because it was fine.
He can skip a meal.
And that was that.
Or so Desmond had thought.
He had done something good.
And it felt nice.
But he didn’t realize…
Because he was important to the cult…
He was being watched.
Always being watched.
And when his father and mother got home, they immediately grabbed the first aid box and asked him why there were bandages missing.
They shouldn’t have known.
He already had his excuse ready, cutting himself with the kitchen knife and…
But they didn’t believe him.
They knew.
They knew…
Someone told them.
And then…
His father showed him the bandage he had put on the cat.
Too bloodied for it to be from the cat’s leg injury.
And Desmond…
Desmond couldn’t even cry.
All he could was stare at the bandages as his father dragged him into the prayer room.
No.
The repentance room.
.
His entire body felt like it was on fire that night.
His hands stung. His back throbbed. His legs trembled.
He could not sleep.
Until he thought…
Who decides our destiny?
Why are they so sure that this is their destiny?
Because it had already happened?
Was the main point to simply not do anything once something bad has happened?
Then…
It will be destiny if something bad happens…
Right?
The following days, Desmond prepares and helps dutifully for the sermon this Sunday.
He does everything ordered of him, making his parents proud.
He receives good words for his actions, even gets headpats and smiles.
The emptiness in Desmond’s heart was filled.
Overflowing…
… with rot.
The sermon always started at the crack of dawn.
At the end of it, every adult in their ‘congregation’ would drink wine said to have been blessed.
Cheap wine bought in the local grocery.
They all drank.
And they all fell on their knees, coughing and vomiting.
The doors and windows were all locked because they ‘must be closed off from the filthy world’.
They cannot escape even if they wanted to.
Desmond grabs the holy sword, a family heirloom from his mother’s family.
It was light.
And sharp.
Desmond plunged it on his father’s stomach and pulled it just as quickly.
Not to kill him but to make sure he stays where he was.
Desmond grabbed the keys from his father then and…
He stood in front of the nearest adult that was neither his father nor his mother.
He remembered seeing him sometimes…
Did he follow Desmond that day?
No?
It doesn’t matter.
Desmond raised the sword…
And swung it down.
The head rolled…
The body slummed…
Blood pooled under him.
Desmond continued.
And the room filled with screams…
#this is dark#if you want a dark-ish happy ending#assassins (like altaïr ezio and ratonhnhaké:ton) get there after everything is done#and well#finds desmond and takes him in#a sorta happy-ish ending will be#maybe desmond finally runs away#and start a new life?#i didn’t specify it#but i was thinking of desmond being 16 on this one#cult farm au#dark desmond#ask and answer#cw animal cruelty#cw animal death#cw child abuse#tw animal death#tw animal cruelty#tw child abuse#assassin's creed#desmond miles#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed
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Wolves in Romé pt1
Desmond ran. His paws trotting on the stone floors of Rome, with the wind licking at his maw, he did not stop.
They were after him… the crazy furry cult.. the followers of Romu- Romunucu… or whatever Shaun had called them. They weren't so silly once they appeared to be real and very much after Desmond.
Desmond who had a tail and two furry ears and paws and a whole wolf body. Desmond who had woken down at the sanctuary that held that ugly armour, covered in fur, no longer human.
Did Rome even have wolves?
An arrow flew past him and he stopped his flashback with a sad inhuman yelp to keep on running. Didn’t these guys worship wolves, shouldn’t his species be considered sacred to them or something?
His paws slipped slightly on the smooth dirty stones as he took a left to an empty alley. He was glad it was dead of night, Desmond did not think crowds could handle a wolf running up and down the streets.
Another arrow flew past as Desmond tried to plan his route, he remembered that there was an entrance to a forest he could maybe get to if he took a turn two streets down to the left… or was it to the right? He never had to do this without the animus map on his right corner before.
Desmond howled suddenly as pain shot through his back leg.
He got hit…
One of them had to hit eventually but damn it hurt. He took a sharp right, eyes blind in pain and crashed muzzle-first onto a dead end.
The kicked puppy noises that left his inhuman form were pretty sad.
“There you are finally! Come here doggy”
3 cackling shadows came over him as he backed into the end, laid low, teeth bared, snarling.
Desmond knew he was fucked. His new wound was hurting and he was tired, he didn't think he could take all three of them with these odds but at least one would come down with him if he did.
One of the cultists, the one at the front, stepped up holding his sword between them to put distance between his very biteable arm and his sharp teeth. Desmond barked at him and bit the air… teeth clanking in a clear sign of step the fuck away but the man only grinned.
“We have been waiting for you little pup, come on now don't make this hard for us. Romulus is not the most patient…”
Desmond only snarled and growled back again, thunderous rumble from his chest never stopping as the other man swung his sword around his face.
Suddenly, a landing shadow on the clothesline above them caught the corner of his eye. As he snarled and dripped sylva everywhere for his life he could see the shadow shift and move right above the other two wolf furries slowly, like a predator eyeing its catch.
“Come on you stupid dumb mutt…”
The sword's tip slashed at his muzzle and Desmond's attention shifted back to his main threat as he growled once more, his snarl fully on display as he started tasting blood from the dripping wound. Oh, how he wished he had his gear.
Busy with keeping the sword in his line of sight, Desmond only saw a glimmer of metal before the two men staying behind, laughing at his desperation, crumbled onto the cold stone road behind his main attacker. There was no other sound as Desmond saw his savior rise from the bodies that cushioned his fall and make his way over in small steps.
If he had lips he would have the biggest grin right now.
“Why don't you leave the poor dog alone Amico, I’m sure we can find a lady that is more of your…taste”
Ezio spoke.
Desmond knew that voice as if it was his own.
The remaining follower whipped his head around and Desmond saw his opening.
He lunged at the man's arm holding the sword, bringing the man down in a scream with his soft arm in-between his very sharp teeth. They slammed down to the hard ground in a roll and the man, to his credit, managed to land a punch on his nose, kicking him onto a stack of empty crates. Desmond would have been madder if he hadn't taken a chunk of the man's flesh between his blood-soaked muzzle as he was thrown across.
The man's agonized screams filled the alley and left as quickly and abruptly as they started. Desmond could not see what happened from where he was thrown into but he could guess where one or two pointy metal objects could end up in a screaming man on the floor.
When Desmond could get the dirty cover they put over the half-rotten crates out of his eyes and tangled limbs he saw Ezio leaning over the man with a chunk of an arm missing.
Ezio turned his head to where he was lying down, wiping his blades on the dead man's robes.
”You poor thing must have been scary to get chased by these lunatics.”
Yes, it was.
Desmond stayed where he was, breathing heavily as the adrenaline slowly started to leave him.
“Let me look at you little pup… I think I saw his sword hit but it's too dark.”
Desmond huffed what was supposed to be a snort when he saw Ezio slowly get on his knees, hand stretched out, crawling closer over to where Desmond decided to lay inside the old broken crates.
“Come here Cucciolo…” snapping his fingers, he whistled.
He whistled. He didn’t think Desmond was actually a dog…surely. It was dark but he was clearly larger than a village dog with way sharper teeth even in pitch black.
“Come on I won't harm you~”
Yea, I, might harm you!
If he had been a regular wolf that is, Desmond thought.
Another whistle and Desmond gave up trying to teach Ezio common sense.
“There you are mi Bello…” Crawling under the boxes and bits he could see Ezio take in his size. “You are a bigger thing than I thought huh, couldn't see much at this hour but not a puppy I recon…”
Yes… He was very much not a puppy. Desmond rolled his eyes as he stopped in front of Ezio shaking his coat to get rid of bits and dust. Moonlight on his fur the assassin was now finally able to get a real good look at him.
“Definitely not a puppy… oh boy… Not even a dog are you?”
The hand he held in front of him wavered a bit, clearly wasn't sure if he wanted to keep the limb so accessible now that he knew the animal in front of him wasn't the friendliest of spiciest or a man's best friend.
Ezio wanted to laugh, Desmond also did because why the fuck was Ezio Auditore alone in an alley at night face to face with a wolf he rescued from some crazed bastards. And why was his arm still out!?
“H-how about you don't hurt me?”
Of course, only Ezio would try to bargain with a wild animal. Stubborn dumbass, but this was a better scenario than having Ezio put him down for a rampage a wolf could cause on the streets.
As the man tensed further, Desmond trotted closer with his eyes on Ezio. His hand was still but he could see from Ezio's face how much he wanted to move it away.
Once again, stubborn dumbass.
He heard the man take a sharp inhale as he brought his wet nose to his palm, he waited a bit sniffing mostly for show and for Ezio to let go of the breath he held. Slowly, placed his maw onto the open palm, his blood-soaked fur dirtying the man's gloves.
“No way…”
He looked back up to Ezio to find the man's eyes twinkling with glee he had never seen in any memories he watched. Tilting his head into the palm Desmond felt the man finally get the courage he needed to start petting him as his fingers twitched between his sticky fur.
“Leonardo is going to lose his mind… Pazzesco! I am petting a real wolf…”
He wouldn't be alone, Desmond was losing it for sure. Well, he had been losing it actively since the animus but becoming a wild animal in the 1500s Renaissance? I think he got to a point past therapy on day one of Abstergo kidnapping.
He was a wild animal in Ezio’s Italy…. He was getting pets from THE Ezio Auditore in THE Renaissance.
“Who's a good boy~ Look at that tail wag!”
Oh god, and his tail wagged….
Desmond turned his head to look at the betraying limb but when he did the twist bumped his back leg right onto Ezio’s knee. He jolted in a yelp as pain shot through him, he had almost forgotten he had an arrow to his glute.
“Oh Cucciolo... wait a second boy”
Desmond stayed in a low whimper as Ezio dug into his pouches. Getting bandages and a flask, he looked over to the wolf with sympathy.
Lips pressed flat Ezio spoke in a teasing tone his face did not reflect ”Facciamolo… we are going to make a little deal you and I” He placed a gloved hand to his own chest “I promise to help you heal…” then pointed at him…
Desmond looked into his eyes unimpressed as Ezio tried to bargain with, again, a literal wolf. He hoped his animal face was expressive enough to get his point across.
“...and you have to promise not to bite, Capisce?”
His hands scratched at his ears and Desmond had to admit it felt nice, like a relaxing massage on just the right spot. “This will hurt, I am sorry.” Then the same hands moved slowly toward his legs. Desmond knew Ezio talked from experience when he said his warning.
God and he couldn’t even have alcohol to ease the pain that was about to come!
Ezio’s eyes darted between his wound and his face a few times.
He was clearly expecting to be bitten.
Then again what wild animal would not if you yanked an arrow out of them? Desmond could not blame him really for thinking of his limbs when he was making a chew toy out of one a minute ago…
Ezio's hand closed around the arrow shaft in a gentle pressure.
Both of them took a deep breath.
“Please don't bite me!”
Yank.
Desmond was not proud of the voices that came out of him…
#there are infact wolves in rome#its italys national animal lmao#well probobly not in rome rome but... italy has em#It is aslo Turkeys national animal so twinnnns#fanfic#assassin's creed#desmond miles#ezio auditore#this took longer than I thought lmao#poor desmond always ends up blacking out at the end of my fics huh
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Spy x family chapter 81 (Crazy) Theories!
First, let's get something out of the way... Twilight looks HOT in this chapter 🔥 Roger that, Mr. Spy 😏!
Now, back to the theories: I told you so. Westalis probably has some moles inside the SSS. You know who I think it is *coughs* (Twilight's dad/Yuri's Captain!)
But what's interesting to me is that Norman says GUYS (plural). Meaning there's more than one Westalis mole.
Small theory about Westalis moles: We'll find out who they are, they all have different destinies. One will be a double agent (come on, this is a spy story!!) and one of them will be...
Yup, this guy. And you all know l suspect this Captain is Twilight's dad. Come on!! Look me in the eye and tell me you don't see the resemblance. It's him!
This makes me wonder how and why was [Redacted] recruited by WISE. Don't you find it odd they just appeared out of nowhere to offer him a job? And no, I'm not suggesting his dad wanted his son to be a spy...quite the opposite: WISE took [Redacted] under their wing as 'insurance', prevent his dad from betraying them.
Food for thought 🤔
Moving on...
Look at this fun interaction between two agents 😏
Nightfall: It's too dangerous, Twilight. Let's run away together 😍!
Twilight: There's no fucking way I'm leaving my family. I'm in love with my wife (Yooooooooor 😍😍😍!!)
Nice try, Nightfall. But Mr. Spy promised his wife he would never make her suffer like this anymore and has to go back home and make her happy 🥰
The following is VERY important: Seems like the current government wants peace with Westalis AND some higher ups of the SSS are acting against this. Who is behind this? Desmond? There's a reason why WISE is after him.
Crazy theory time (again): Let's play a little. What if instead of a mole, Twilight's dad was a double agent (traitor)? Could it be that WISE purposely trained Twilight to be the best spy knowing one day he could encounter his dad so his dad would be unable to hurt him? It's a bit far fetched, but it's fun to guess.
This panel tells us what Twilight needs to do: Distract/Stall the SSS.
Which makes me think: This is Twilight wearing a disguise. Evidence: His orders. Plus, WISE knows how Wheeler looks like and Twilight has worked with him, so he knows his mannerisms. He can fool the SSS. Plus, the fact that he approached Yuri, who Twilight knows is part of the SSS and his brother in law 😏
My guess is that this is Twilight, but the question is: where's the real Wheeler?
A final word about Wheeler: Now more than ever I believe he'll be Twilight's foil. He looks like a badass, but I doubt he'll be a villain. Endo is an expert in bringing morally gray characters.
If anything, l think he'll be a strange mirror for Twilight. He even kinda looks like him.
They said he was in deep cover and lived in Westalis which means he probably needed people to strengthen that cover. Maybe a family? Maybe... a wife? Since this arc started with certain little adorable wife, maybe Wheeler will make Twilight think about his marriage.
Any thoughts on that? Let me know!
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Reposting this image, but this time with a lore drop of my favorite sunshine and her father Baal.
After a walk I realized something about her, that I'd like to share here, too
Baal is the son of a high ranked Flame Legion General. And he will become one, too. But he actually hates the Flame Legion for it's views. Yet he decided to stay there to help the people that gets captured by his legion. All of course in secret. Even with his young age he helped his half brother Deus and his mother to escape. Sadly Deus Mother despises Baal for being the son of the man that well,... raped her. Even to this day.
Because Baal had to grow up fast, he never really learned to express his emotions. He has a hard time to even genuine smile. His father also raised him strictly. That's why he never dared to even start a friendship. His only Friend was Desmond, and only because he was tasked to train Baal. Later Baal got forced into a relationship to sire strong cubs for his father, that was no longer able to do himself. He also hoped for more strong cubs able to wield magic like Baal does. He learned very early to wield up to two elements at the same time - even up to three.
Baal only agreed to this relationship to protect the poor Charr, that was forced to be his mate. Unfortunately, he was still forced to sire cubs. Not only the life of his mate was on line, his was too. I'm still not sure if he was able to fall in love with her. But he tried his best to make her life as comfortable as possible. For that she at least loved him and decided they should have cubs. Baal on the other hand planed an escape, but he wasn't as successful than the years before. With his Mate his hands was tied.
Then came the day his cubs was born. Twins - one girl and one boy. Sadly the boy was very frail and sickly. He passed away a year later. Leaving his parents no time to grieve, cuz Baals father killed the Mother in a fit of rage. Also nearly killing the girl. Baal managed to save at least his daughter and killing his father in this process. At least he thought so - his father will survive this fight. On the run from the fury of the other Flame Legion, Baal collapsed somewhere in the wild (due to his injuries he took from the fight with his father)
A Norn will find him and aiding him back to life. There Baal learns that his father survived. With that he decides to kill every Member of the Flame Legion - starting with his father. The Norn tries to convince him to rather take care of his child. But Baal knowing he will never be able to be a good father only denied this request. Instead he ask the Norn to take care of his daughter for him - after he learns that the Norn once had a daughter on his own, but she sadly passed away to a sickness. That's how Wilson ended in the care of the Norn. He tried his best to be a good father, loving her as she was his own daugter. His wife on the other hand is sadly never able to see Wilson as something else than maybe a pet. Yet she accepts her in their home. Wilson had a very happy childhood, with only one Problem: Recurring nightmares and the feeling something is missing.
And that's the thing that made me realize something.
Wilson is always happy and smiling. But deep down she has the constant feeling something isn't right and some kind of dread. But she is not able to process it, that's why she decided to concentrate on the positive things. Deep down she feels like a stranger in the home she loves. She feels lonely even around her father that loves her dearly. Still later around the people she loves (Fuma and Co.) It only get's a little better when she finally meets her real father. Still this problem will never really go away. Like her father has problems in expressing emotions. Wilson has problems to deal with bad topics - like grieve or abandonment.
You also cant leave her alone, nor is she able to express sadness. This will worsen with another thing that I always had in mind after the Icebrood saga.
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But first a little Sidenote about her Journey:
She basically ran away from home. In her mind the reason why she left, was to see the world. But deep down she was running away from the constant feeling of being out of place. So she never said goodbye to her adoptive father, only leaving a cheerful letter that she is going to see the world. Not really understanding that's a bad idea,...
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And now back to the Icebrood Saga-Thing:
The next time she see's her adoptive family again, is during a dragon response mission,... frozen in ice. She is devastated by the view. Feeling terrible. And yet she smiles and laughs - even through the first tears of her life. Not able to process what is happening,...
As terrible as it is. It brings Baal and his daughter a little closer together. Even helping Baal to express more emotions than usual. Showing that he can be a good father in his own weird way. Another healing factor will be Fuma and Mishra (I think she will meet him during these missions). Also the others from Dragons Watch.
I still think that she will always have the issue dealing with dark topics, but she will be fine with it.
In her own worlds: "I'm a little broken, but I'm genuine happy." cuz she has a lot of people around her she loves and that love her. And even if she understands that she dealing with some trauma and is not able to deal with it - she still is convinced keeping a positive mindset is more important and helps her more. She wants to concentrate on that, instead of the broken parts.
She will keep writing about this in her journal - if she feeling odd, sad or has gloomy thoughts. With Fuma and Mishra in her life, she will always talk with them afterwards, to get a better understanding of her emotions. Sometimes with Baal too - helping each other understanding their emotions.
And,... that's basically it. A lot of rambling about Wilson and her dad.
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Oh and that's how her brother could have looked like:
And a little funfact:
Wilson was first meant to be a boy - I changed it later. That's also how the idea with her twin came to life.
I'm obsessed with my idiot Son Valefor, but Wilson will hold a very special place in my heart. She's my baby.
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Zorua!Desmond AU Part 2
The first thing that told Clay something was wrong with the “timeline”, as he called it, was when his Porygon-Z glitched.
It did that occasionally for no reason at all. After it evolved when Clay was taken from Animus Island to “monitor the Tree”, Clay noticed some odd behaviors in his Pokémon partner. Such as it would glitch or even vanish for a few seconds before reappearing completely normal.
His companion wasn’t like any other Porygon-Z’s Clay had studied back in school. It had golden circuitry running around its body that Clay privately guessed had something to do with the Isu. Maybe it had been an experiment or something? Clay could only guess.
But he often attributed the weirdness down to “Isu bullshit” and left it at that. He had to watch a bunch of possible timelines end in catastrophe anyways, why would he have to spend more computer-brain power on weird shit his Pokémon did?
Not that he didn’t care for his Pokémon partner. He did. He was just a busy computer man trapped in a gray room for the rest of his existence.
Trainer Clay, I believe there is a glitch in the current timeline that might have something to do with Subject 17, Desmond Miles.
Clay’s head turned so quickly he would have gotten whiplash if he were still in his human body. His Porygon-Z talking in his head wasn’t a new thing. The mention of Seventeen though…
“Copy-paste and upload it through the Isu database to the Tree. Scan it for Desmond’s location.” Clay ordered, reaching out and placing his palm on the Tree’s trunk to quickly access the information.
Affirmative. Upload complete.
December 21st, Desmond Miles sacrificed himself to use the Eye to prevent the solar flare from frying Earth. A split second before he should have died, a glitch happened and the Eye responded to-
“This can’t be right.” Clay muttered. “It says the code was rewritten with a new program.”
New program accessed:
DO NOT LET DESMOND BE ALONE
connected to
AUDITORE FAMILY LINE
EZIO AUDITORE: linked to
PETRUCCO AUDITORE
Program applied:
2012 ERROR
1473 ACCEPTED
Eye activated
Program accepted
Rerouting power into TIME TRAVEL MODE
Combining human-Isu-Pokémon DNA
Combination successful
Program complete
Thank you for using Isu Interfaces
The information overload passed in a blink. Clay staggered back, gripping his head. “How the fuck did that give me a headache?”
Clay’s partner gave its best impression of a shrug. Clay just shook his head. Isu tech was an anomaly and every time he thought he finally understood it…
It did something weird like turn Seventeen into a Pokémon and throw him back in time. Well at least he was with the Auditore family. It could be worse.
Clay quickly located the branch of the timeline Desmond had been thrown into. He watched Ezio find a… bunch of static? Clay squinted and tried to go back farther in the timeline. He found he couldn’t go earlier then Ezio approaching a closed-off alleyway in Firenze and scooping a bunch of static into his arms, talking softly to it.
1473, only three years before the betrayal of the Auditore men. Clay’s gaze darkened as he watched Ezio bring the static to his little brother and flashes of the months ahead popped into his mind.
Petrucco hauled away with Federico and Giovanni, the static hidden inside of a false passageway that led from Petrucco’s room to Maria Auditore’s gardens. Maria and Claudia were also taken by the guards because they had gone out to buy some berries for the static.
“Hey Malware, are you able to make out the identity of that static?” Clay croaked. His non-existent heart pounded in his chest.
Running diagnostics.
The Anomaly in the Timeline is none other than Desmond Sneak, subject 17-B. Variant: Zorua, Hisuian. Dual type: Normal-Ghost. Current moveset-
“Stop.”
Clay watched as Desmond emerged from the hidden passageway and sniffed the air. The human-turned-Pokémon jumped onto Petrucco’s bed and let out a cry. He circled on the bed and laid down.
Clay cut the timeline connection to let Desmond mourn in peace.
#absolutely not sorry for the angst :3#angst#assassin’s creed#clay kaczmarek#codextober#also AU where Clay is the reader instead of Desmond since#Desmond as a Pokémon
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fuck it, Avengers Dead Dove Do Not Eat fic idea/outline
This is mainly an AU for my Avengers OC Desmond - he grew up in a lab and has a regenerative mutation because of it. In his main story/universe, Tony and Pepper unofficially adopt him and his life is able to finally turn around. The set up is the same here, except that Tony Stark is a Monster with Too Much Power
I can try and write it as an "x reader" fic if people want, but portions of it do hinge on Desmond and his own origin story, plus I'd need a beta reader to go through and swap pronouns over. Anyway here's some quick thoughts on the fic, laying down a little bit of groundwork as far as Desmond's situation goes. I can't guarantee I'll actually write it though hhhhh
TW: NON-CON (the focus is Desmond's sexual assault at the hands of Tony & Bruce), transphobia, and probably a whole load of other stuff if I do write it
DARKFIC – Tony x Desmond x Bruce
Non-con, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
Desmond is taken in by Tony around the same time [somewhere around Avengers2012?]
Because of all the tech and money Tony has provided SHIELD he’s gained too much freedom and power – no one is really able to stop him from doing what he wants, because he could rip away nearly all of SHIELD’s resources at this point
What Tony wants, in “adopting” Desmond, is a plaything (he also brings Bruce into it- he's in this weird limbo where he still joins Tony in assaulting Desmond, but he apologizes nearly the entire time, which makes Desmond feel worse)
Fury feels partly responsible for what Tony (and by extension Bruce) is doing to Desmond – he’s unable to do anything and the guilt eats at him - Fury's constant apologizing and trying to “make it up to him” just makes Desmond feel worse (are you noticing a trend)
Pepper is also trapped – first in her job and now in her marriage w/ Tony – she and Desmond, while living together and going through the same things, aren’t able to do anything to help each other, aside from sympathetic glances now and then (Tony doesn’t allow them together unsupervised maybe?)
Pepper tries to comfort Desmond when she can - by making him food or other small things. She genuinely cares about Desmond, but is really doing these small things for him so she doesn't have to think about her own suffering
Tony won't let Desmond get any of the gender affirming surgeries he wants - claims it's simply not possible with his healing abilities and won't let him talk about it past that - Tony really just wants more control over him (potential forced pregnancy?)
Tony does not allow Desmond to see Loki at all, so sadly that relationship never has a chance
Luckily though he does still meet Bucky - they keep their friendship a secret and Bucky really wants to do something about Desmond's situation but he can't without risking Desmond losing his one single solitary genuinely safe place (Bucky's room) so he's stuck just trying to comfort Desmond and be there to put him back together whenever he needs
Steve either does not notice all of this or he is in denial, so Desmond can't go to him (there has been at least one incident where Desmond felt safe enough to vent a bit to Steve - Tony knew everything by dinner that night, rip)
Steve's unwillingness or inability to see how awful Tony is towards Desmond and Pepper causes a rift between him and Bucky
Potential happy/bittersweet ending - Bucky somehow manages to help Desmond escape and they flee to.....idk somewhere. Maybe they're just on the run from then on. Maybe they go to Wakanda? Maybe Shuri and T'challa take them in and hide them?
I really want to try and find a way to work Loki into this, since he's such an important character in Desmond's canon universe, but idk how I'd go about doing that - unless!!!!! Thor finally catches wind of what's happening and offers to take Desmond to Asgard (Bucky too cause he's not leaving this poor guy all by himself). I guess that could still happen, but it could be like a failed escape attempt? And after that, Loki gets involved in trying to help Desmond or something? I'm hesitant to give Desmond more people who want to help - I feel like that makes it less dark? And if I write this thing I'm going whole-hog like it's gonna make me sick to write it I bet lmao someone help me
idk I haven't really thought about a coherent plot line, just this absolute nightmare scenario lmao
anyway if this sounds like something you'd wanna read please tell me!!! I have so many ideas for this but I don't wanna write and post it if nobody wants it, yknow?
#tony stark x reader#dark!tony stark#bruce banner x reader#dark!bruce banner#avengers fic#dark fic#dark!avengers#dead dove do not eat
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Okay, so Johnny’s DLC got released a few days ago and I’ve gotten back to replaying Guilty Gear Strive theme songs on loop again and… well… my brain definitely went “this reminds me of them!” for these songs (I have no idea how to embed videos in a submission XD):
Ratonhnhaké:ton: Find Your Way
These lyrics just feels like Ratonhnhaké:ton talking to Haytham and the Templar Order.
“You and I both just have our views / That’s all”“Give me my place back and I won’t take your special place. Deal?”“You’re not me / You’re not the law / You’re not my downfall, either”
Ezio: The Roar of the Spark
Everything in this song just feels like Ezio during the latter Brotherhood era and entire Revelations era. There’s the persistence and the hope that everything that has happened and the sacrifices he made would mean something but special mentions to these lyrics:
“Under the lonely moon / In an influx of words / This road shines with my colors / Bearing a pale fire / I’m going as far as I can / To keep the glow alive”“Under the sacred briars / Never stop, just go / I don’t care how many more scars I get / Bearing a pale fire / I’m going as far as I can / It will be endless / And it’s not an easy journey / Hoping to fill the world / with all kinds of light”
(The song just gives the whole Ezio being Desmond’s prophet and guide vibe)
Altaïr: Play the Hero
I mean… this feels very Altaïr XD
“I stopped counting so long ago / Enemies kept coming after me”“Life never goes the way that you want, that’s how it is / No matter what life throws at you, take it all”“I don’t believe in any miracles / I’ll risk a loss any day / Gambling’s only for fools, take nothing for granted / If you don’t seize the chance, it’s over for you”“Fight like a tiger! (fight like a tiger!) / Fight like a tiger! / Fly like an eagle, soar through the sky! / Be free! / ‘Till I die!”
But yes, it’s mainly because of “Fly like an eagle, soar through the sky” XD
Desmond: The Town Inside Me
Okay, give me a chance to explain (and it’s more than just the song being catchy as hell)
“The town inside me / And everyone’s voice / Only I’m not there / Just watching from afar” - can signify both the Farm AND how Desmond’s Bleeding Effect is pretty much him looking from the other side but never being able to be part of the memories themselves.
Also these lyrics feels so Desmond-y:“I never wanted to run away / I was very motivated / Then what is, this feeling? / Who would I ask?”“I can’t go home / Because I’m afraid / Something will change / Me without me / I’m the one to blame”
And this feels like what we hope Desmond would feel and the ending he should have had:“The night falls, the place where I belong / No matter what changes, will no longer change me / No matter what, change / no, no, no longer change me / I can feel the light / even after the sun goes down”
(But also, the OP theme Smell of the Game feels like it could be a Desmond song especially the “what am I” chorus and “Do you know who you are? / When you speak your words / Don’t sound like your own / You’re trapped in a dark cell created by this world/ “That is who you are”“. I just feel like The Town Inside Me feels more Desmond-sy and Smell of the Game could be for the entire Brotherhood)
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Additions by SaberAmane:
(This is my third attempt at responding to this, because I keep not finishing it, then going to bed, and then my pc not saving what I had written, so I have to start over lol)
I have to say, all the song really fit, but I especially liked Desmond’s. And the character was hilarious to watch, fighting people with yo-yo’s.
I don’t know the franchise, but by the looks of it it seems like a mortal combat/street fighter like game?
Now for my own additions! I’ll be using…DUN-DUN-DUNNNNNN!!!!!~~~~
Final Fantasy!!
Ratonhnhaké:ton: Final Fantasy 7′s 'Cosmo Canyon’ Theme
Now this one doesn't have lyrics, but it suits Ratonhnhaké:ton SO much. And maybe it’s because it sounds kind of...native american? to me, and the character from Cosmo Canyon definitely has ‘native american’ vibes, even though he is a lion...wolf...charmander...thing. Nanaki is cool, and I love him, but I’m not sure what he is.
ANYWAY! This theme is just so nice. It starts slow and low, and the drums are so calming. And the flute! Is it me, or does it sound so hopeful? And just the way the instruments play, it sounds like it’s telling a story all on it’s own, no words needed.
Ezio: FF X-2′s ‘Real Emotion’ (Though it fits so well for all of them, we arguably see Ezio grow and mature more)
What can I do for you? (x4)
I can hear you
What can I do for you? (x3)
Far beyond the hazy borders of my heart
I could see a place that’s something like this
Every now and then I don’t know what to do
Still I know that I can never go back
How Ezio feels post family hanging. They get to Monteriggioni and it feels sort of like home, but distantly. He’s lost and confused and angry, he wants to know why this happened to their family, why Uberto turned on them. He knows he can never truly go back to that carefree teenager he was before, where he played with Petruccio and got into trouble with Federico and exasperated his father. Now he has just a bitter, angry sister and despondent mother.
But the things I’ve seen in those hazy dreams
Can’t compare to what I’m seeing now
Everything’s so different
That it brings me to my knees
The dreams could be the glyphs Desmond found in the Animus, maybe they weren’t completely corporeal to Ezio, but hazy, confusing dreams? He knows they’re warnings for something, but not sure what. But those dreams can’t compare to the Assassin tombs he’s found, to the strange metallic object he’s taken from Rodrigo. Everything has changed so much, Ezio doesn’t know what to do.
And though I know
the world of real emotion has surrounded me
I won’t give in to it
Now I know that forward
is the only way my heart can go
I hear your voice calling out to me:
"You’ll never be alone”
After the conspiracy is dead, for the most part, Ezio knows he can’t continue to let his anger and thirst for revenge consume him. He has to let himself feel other things. He has to listen to those around him, take advice, gain control. He has the brotherhood now, for real. He’s not alone anymore.
What can I do for you? (x3)
I can hear you
What can I do for you? (x3)
I don’t plan on looking back on my old life
I don’t ever plan to rely on you
Even if by chance everything should go wrong
You’d come anyway and try to save me
Ezio is confidently taking control of his life now. He doesn’t want to go back to being a clueless boy only worried about girls. He’s done relying on people to do things for him. He’s taking charge, but he knows there are people to catch him, should he fall. Even if he doesn’t want them to.
Though from time to time it’s an upward climb
All I know is that I must believe
‘Cause the truth I’m seeking
Always was inside of me
He get’s Minerva’s message. It was difficult, but he receives it. He knows he has a purpose now, even if he doesn’t quite understand what it is. What he doesn’t know, is his purpose is to live and continue his lineage. To make sure Desmond is born.
And when I find
the world of real emotion has surrounded me
The many things that you taught me then
Will always be enough to get me through the pain
Because of you I am strong enough to know I’m not alone
Reflecting on the many lessons of his father. Of Federico. Of Mario. Of Paola. The skills they taught him, that have carried him this far. They will not let him fail. He will carry on, even if it’s hard or hurts.
What can I do for you? (x6)
I can hear you
And if I find the real world of emotion
has surrounded me
And I can’t go on
You are there the moment that
I close my eyes to comfort me
We are connected for all of time
I’ll never be…
Ezio knows Desmond is watching him, like a shadow. Silent but there, comforting even if Ezio can’t physically feel him. Ezio has never truly been alone, and it brings him peace, knowing someone else shared his pain and the burdens he took on for himself. That someone else understands.
And though I know the world of real
emotion has surrounded me
I won’t give in to it
Now I know that forward is the only way my heart
can go
I hear your voice calling out to me:
“You’ll never be alone”
Monteriggioni is destroyed, Mario is killed, Ezio has lost another home. But not all is lost. He has more support this time than he did before. A whole Brotherhood to lend a hand. He must continue moving forward, finish what he started. The fight continues, and Ezio does not stand in the shadows alone. Not anymore.
What can I do for you? (x3)
I can hear you
What can I do for you? (x3)
I can hear you
Altair: Final Fantasy 7 ‘The Chase’ AKA the escaping Midgar on a motorcycle song.
No lyrics. But this is Altair. Straight up. Why? Because of how often Altair had to either run after his target, or run away AFTER his target was killed. It’s literally the perfect song for him. Well, concerning FF music anyway.
A close second was ‘Electric de Chocobo’ from remake. Because it’s about a giant bird...and it’s kind of chase theme too.
Ok, third choice. This is a good one. Final Fantasy 8′s ‘The Mission’. Because isn’t that basically all Altair (or any Assassin) does? They have a mission, an objective. And they go do that.
Or the FF 8 boss theme, ‘Force Your Way’. God that song is badass. And Altair uses a lot of...force.
Desmond: FF IX’s ‘Melodies Of Life’
Alone for a while
I’ve been searching through the dark
For traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart
To weave by picking up the pieces that remain
Melodies of life–love’s lost refrain
Desmond’s life after leaving the farm was very lonely, and a little scary, learning how to be a human not trained to fight from birth. He looks at the people around him, how they interact, how they show love, and looks inside himself to see if his parent’s ever showed him love like that. He takes what little he finds, and tries to make something meaningful from it.
Our paths they did cross, though I cannot say just why
We met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye
And who’ll hear the echoes of stories never told?
Let them ring out loud till they unfold
In my dearest memories, I see you reaching out to me
Though you’re gone, I still believe that you can call out my name
This is going to elude to the woman Desmond was with in order for Elijah to become a thing. It was a one night stand, but Desmond maybe wished for more. For something normal. His wish was not granted, he never heard from her again, and in the end never knew about Elijah.
A voice from the past, joining yours and mine
Adding up the layers of harmony
And so it goes, on and on
Melodies of life,
To the sky beyond the flying birds–forever and beyond
This can so easily allude to Minerva joining Ezio and Desmond together, creating a ‘harmony’ between the Cypher and Prophet that will unlock the potential of the apple to open the Grand Temple. The flying birds symbolizing both Ezio and Desmond as Assassin’s, in life and in death.
So far and away, see the bird as it flies by
Gliding through the shadows of the clouds up in the sky
I’ve laid my memories and dreams upon those wings
Leave them now and see what tomorrow brings
Both Altair and Ezio spent much of their lives rebuilding and improving the brotherhood, which in the end led to Desmond. Desmond being the bird flying through the shadows, carrying their dreams with him.
In your dearest memories, do you remember loving me?
Was it fate that brought us close and now leaves me behind?
Desmond asking his father if he ever cared for him?? Loved him?? Did his mother??
If I should leave this lonely world behind
Your voice will still remember our melody
Now I know we’ll carry on
Melodies of life
Come circle round and grow deep in our hearts
As long as we remember
Desmond’s death, and how his life and actions touched everyone he left behind. Desmond gave his life to save the earth, and he will always be alive, so long as people remember him, and his sacrifice.
Bonus! Clay: FF X’s ‘Otherworld’
All alone, cold fields you wander
Memories of it cloud your sight
Fills your dreams, disturbs your slumber
Lost your way, a fallen knight…
So obviously, Clay was alone in Abstergo, Lucy having turned to the Templar’s. The cold fields being the Animus, the memories you saw in Clay’s dlc and the symbols Clay leaves in the room and around the Animus clouding his sight. Juno’s words invading his dreams until he loses his mind, to both the Animus and Juno. I like to think he was Desmond’s knight, giving up his life to save Desmond and show him the way.
Hope dies and you wander
The otherworld it makes you
Dreams, they rip asunder
The otherworld it hates you
So the dying hope is obviously referring to Clay losing his mind, finding out Lucy is a Templar, and knowing there’s not going to be anyone saving him. The other world is again the Animus, and ‘it makes you’ referring to Clay putting his memories into the Animus as a digital avatar. And the dreams ripping asunder, and ‘otherworld it hates you’ could be taken to mean Clay being unhappy on Animus Island, and the Animus actually deleting the island and Clay.
Bonus 2, Cause I can’t help myself: FF X-2′s ‘1000 Words’ being a song echoing through the years between Altair, Ezio, and Desmond. (I’m leaving out Haytham and Ratonhnhaké:ton because they never really knew of Desmond’s existence, the apple of eden only being in the dlc.) Also, I’m posting the whole song lyrics, it’s just so moving.
I know that you’re hiding things
Using gentle words to shelter me
Your words were like a dream
But dreams could never fool me
Not that easily
So the first two lines could be Desmond’s early life on the farm, not really being told much, just the iconic ‘your an assassin and this is our creed’ lines from Revelations. And Desmond, of course, not believing the same dream everyone else on the farm was living in. So, he runs away. He’s not being fooled.
I acted so distant then
Didn’t say goodbye before you left
But I was listening
You’ll fight your battles far from me
Far too easily
So, this could be Ezio talking about his father and Federico before the Pazzi Conspiracy. He was close with his family, obviously, but maybe didn’t tell them everything because he knew they were keeping things from him as well. It could also be from Claudia’s POV after the hanging’s, knowing Ezio is fighting the people who wronged them but he’s been distant since going to Monteriggioni, leaving her alone with a despondent mother and an uncle they didn’t really know.
“Save your tears 'cause I’ll come back”
I could hear that you whispered as you walked through that door
But still, I swore
To hide the pain, when I turn back the pages
Shouting might have been the answer
What if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart
But now I’m not afraid to say what’s in my heart
I just feel Altair in these lyrics. The first line being said to him by his father, who doesn’t actually come back, having sacrificed himself. Altair tries to hide how pained his father’s death has left him, showing a cold façade to everyone when he just want to cry in frustration or yell his anger. Instead, it turns into arrogance, into aloofness. And then Altair begins to question Al Mualim, asking questions and speaking his mind.
Though a thousand words
Have never been spoken
They’ll fly to you
Crossing over the time
And distance holding you, suspended on silver wings
And a thousand words
One thousand confessions
Will cradle you
Making all of the pain you feel seem far away
They’ll hold you forever
This one is more ‘symbolic’, the words not being spoken because they’re the codex pages both Altair and Ezio have written and collected in turn. The silver wings being both symbolic to their names and their affinity to heights. And also an allusion to the genetics that allows Desmond to hear their words and thoughts across hundreds of years. And those words stay with Desmond, ‘cradling’ him through the long nights and helping him deal with the various pain. Of being forced into the Animus, of being ignored or talked down to, pushed aside and left out. Because while he is just a means to an end to his ‘team’ and ‘father’, he meant something to men who never even had the chance to meet him.
The dream isn’t over yet
Though I often say I can’t forget
I still relive that day
You’ve been there with me all the way
I still hear you say
This one is more centered around Desmond. The dream being the Animus sessions and bleeding effect. ‘I still relive that day’ could be many in the lives of his ancestor’s, but is likely the day of Solomon’s Temple, when Altair messed up and lost a brother and a friend, as well as his rank. Or when he returned to Masyaf in his later years to a lost son and then murdered wife and friend. To losing his home.
Or for Ezio, the day his family was brutally cut in half. When Cristina died. Seeing Minerva’s message in the vault. When Mario was killed and his home taken from him again. Risking his life to save Caterina, and then being tossed aside. Of meeting Sofia. Finding Altair’s library. Finally having children.
They happened to his ancestor’s, but the events happened years and decades apart from each other. His ancestor’s were able to heal from each painful day before the next came. For Desmond, they came in a matter of days, never being able to heal from the devastation before the next tragedy hit him.
“Wait for me, I’ll write you letters”
I could see how you stammered with your eyes to the floor
But still, I swore
To hide the doubt when I turn back the pages
Anger might have been the answer
What if I’d hung my head and said that I couldn’t wait
But now I’m strong enough to know it’s not too late
Again, this could be for any of them. Kind of feeling like a friend or lover saying they’ll be back, and the assassin knowing they won’t be. Either by choice or death, the assassin won’t see this person again, and they know it, but they let them choose to leave. They stop themselves from being angry, because free choice is why they fight. They can’t deny someone their choice, even if they want to.
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Event prompt for Mod Betty! "For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence" with Jean Descole? 👉👈
•Prompt #20: "For years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence”
•100 Followers Event [closed]
•Tags/warnings: Azran Legacy spoilers( actual names used in the beginning),childhood friends trope,not proofreaded yet
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You've known Hershel since he was a kid.Often times you,him and Theodore would always play outside till it was time to go back home.You always liked Hershel,he was a caring older brother who would do anything to make sure his loved ones were happy.You always admired him and thanks to that you've grown close to the boy. However this friendship wasn't going to last long. Hershel stopped showing up to your usual hanging out spot. You were devastated to learn about his situation,no,that's an understatement, you lost your closest friends in the blink of an eye just like that.It's not like you could've done anything about it,so you just moved on or at least that's what others thought.You still missed then,you were hoping to meet at least one of them and it seems like luck was on your side , because you met him,Hershel Layton.
At first you were confused since he seemed to resemble Theodore rather than Hershel but you just assumed that your memory was playing games on you,so you didn't asleep him about it.Being determined to find him,your closest friend,you asked him if you can be his assistant,you knew that maybe because he traveled around the world that maybe,just maybe you could find him,and seems like your line of logic was right because you saw him,Desmond Sycamore who later revealed himself as Jean Descole.
You didn't exactly have time to question him,as you were all too busy to stop Leon from reviving the Azrans but it was too late,the damage had been done.But actually there was still hope,as long as everyone sacrificed themselves, there's hope for the world to remain on tact.so you all did just that.
After Aurora revived everyone the ship you were all in began to crumble as Aurora was slowly disappearing,it was a painful goodbye but you knew it was necessary.You all jumped out of the ship and landed safely on the ground somehow but you noticed that Descole was already away from the group.He turned around and gave a smirk and turned back and started to walk away.You weren't going to let him get away,you jumped on the crumbled stone he was standing on,determined to catch up with him "____ where are you going!" Hershel yelled, noticing your change of location, " I gotta catch up with him! You go without me! I'll be fine" you shout back ,Hershel ,now remember who you were,knew he couldn't convince you to stay so he nodded and as soon as he did you made a run for it.
What felt like an eternity, you finally saw him,he was about to board his ship! " WAIT!" You yell stopping to catch your breath.He turns around surprised to see you "You…What do you want?" He asks walking to you " I- you can't just run away like that you know" you say finally looking at him " What are you trying to say?" He asks again " You can't just run away from my life only to come back and then leave again!" You yell,face contorting into sadness. Leaving you? Oh.
" _____" he said "You didn't think I'd forget you did you?" " What do you mean?" You ask,with a confused look on your face " Truth is.." He said,gripping your hands in his " For years I have yearned for you,in secrecy and silence " he declared, cheeks slightly flushed " But I knew before I had to search for you I'd have to finish this mission,but it looks like you're the one that ended up finding me" he says taking one of his hands from yours and placing it on your cheek." Oh Jean" is the only thing you say before placing your own hand on his cheek just like he did,and in silent agreement you closed the gap between the 2 of you.
That kiss made you both feel alive again,finally finding the man you've been searching for all this time. Finally both your hearts are at ease now.
#100 followers event#fanfiction#fanfic#professor layton x reader#jean descole x reader#x gn reader#gn reader
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Golden Encounter
Now for something a bit different - a Skylanders fic! I wrote this for @aquillis-main, featuring her character Rex. A thief with magic properties, which just so happens to draw the attention of a certain self-proclaimed Queen.
It is an AU setting - but I made sure to watch Queen's cutscenes in from Trap Team to get a sense of her character. So without further ado, enjoy!
It was another night in Skylands - the same as any other night. And all was well in the city of Skyopolis. Insects chirped and hummed, sky cars trundled along the streetways, the late night bars hummed with music and activity, and peoples of all types and species roamed the streets.
Some were on their way home after a long shift at work. Others were among the homeless, trying to make their way in life. Others still just enjoyed the night air. And then there were those with mischief on the mind. Criminal, even.
One such criminal - a rather diminutive, scrawny thief - looked down upon a warehouse from his vantage point. He watched the guards stomp around on their patrols - Mabu of course. Slow, clumsy oafs. He wasn’t scared of them.
Supposedly, the warehouse housed a powerful - and therefore valuable - staff within. Somewhere. And apparently a lot of gold bars, but as nice as those were, Rex couldn’t exactly make off with them. And while staffs were often tall and hard to conceal, well. That’s why you steal at night.
The thief wore a cloak over his body and head, obscuring both. In the shadows of the night it would have been hard for most to make him out anyways - aside from his boots betraying his silhouette.
And right now, he was focused on a window left open - none of the guards even bothered to watch it, or even glance at it as they walked by.
Amatuers.
In one swift movement, the thief began jumping down the building he stood on - stair ways making for convenient platforms to jump from one spot to the next. In no time at all, he was in the warehouse.
Thank you, careless security guards, for making my job waaaaay easier.
Now that he was inside, he just need to find the right crate - and with luck, he’d be making off with a very valuable artifact.
Maybe a few gems if he was lucky.
Thowmp.
Before the thief could process what just happened, he was on his ass in the floor.
Shit, a guard! Damn it!
“Hey! Watch where you’re uh…”
The guard in question was completely frozen, encased in gold. Terror etched over an unmoving face, save for the eyes. Which looked down at the thief with what can only be taken as either a “Get out while you can” or a “Please help me.”
Rex pushed himself away, colliding with a crate and making it shift slightly as he did. An avalanche of plushies toppled down onto him, despite his best efforts to swat them away. Even then, he was still focused on the grisly sight before him.
“What the fuck-”
“Looking for my Goldmancy Staff, I presume?”
A woman's voice, deep in tone, attracted his attention, and he turned to look - only turn his head away again from sheer, overwhelming, eye searing brilliant lights.
“Gah!” He raised his arm up, trying to block whatever was casting off light - or reflecting. Just barely, the thief could make out a tall figure - the source of the light. And worse of all, the woman had the staff!
“Well, too bad. It’s back with it’s rightful owner, little thief - oh. Well now,” the woman was approaching now, her footsteps heavy and metallic. “I must say, I certainly did not anticipate on running into you so soon.”
“Wha- what are you talking about?” The light was now directly over him, as the figure leaned down.
“Alexander Desmond Fae. Or, as you’re more commonly known as in our circles. Rex.”
“Uhhhh…yeah?” Was it just him, or was the light finally calming down.
It in fact was - Rex could finally make out the woman before him. And it was a literal statue. Of gold. And rather royal looking - complete with an elaborate crown vaguely resembling a scarab.
“I am the Golden Queen. And I’ve come to make a proposition to you.”
Golden Queen? As in THE Golden Queen? …Shit.
To say Rex did not anticipate running into the owner of the staff was an understatement. In fact he was pretty sure she had been jailed? Clearly not, though.
Right. Don’t panic Rex. Just talk your way outta this.
“Well uh, that’s pretty forward but uhh…I’m, already taken.”
NOT LIKE THAT.
He braced to get turned into a golden Rex - but instead was met with a peal of laughter.
“Ha ha ha ha! Silly boy - I have but one love, and that’s gold. No, hat I’m proposing is a business proposition.”
Business proposition?
Rex, carefully, extracted himself from the pile of plushies and stood up on his feet. After a quick gulp, he forced his body up straight.
“Okay. I’m listening.”
“I’m putting together a crew of the strongest vagabonds, thieves, and ne’r do wells in all of Skylands. I’ve already found someone of all elements, except for one. Magic.”
Queen tapped her staff on the floor, pointing a finger at Rex. (And almost making Rex break his illusion of confidence.)
“Which is where you come in. Your feats of thievery are something of a legend among the more, impressionable commoners so to say. To pull off stealing from the Skylanders Academy? A miracle!”
Queen leaned in close, almost coming face to face with Rex - only prevented by Rex’s status as a short boi (something that he was no actually pleased to be for once.)
“But we know better, don’t we, Rex?” Queen poked Rex’s chest, just below his heart. “The key to your success is the bountiful magic swirling inside of you - like a wellspring of gold creating a river of shimmering majesty.”
Queen stood back up, turning away as she strolled past the unfortunate Mabu guard - Rex dimly noticed that there were in fact several Mabu statues around.
“With you on my crew, there will be nothing and no one who could even hope to stop us - not even the Skylanders. We’ll have it all - everything else for you and the others, and all the gold for me, baby!”
Queen turned back around, facing Rex.
“So what do ya say, Rex. Are you in? Or, are you,” Queen thumped her staff against the floor this time,“out.”
Rex fidgeted in place - how to give a proper answer without ending up a golden Rex? He was too young to be statuefied!
“Uhh. Well, I got my own crew, ya know? So uh. I can’t, I can’t just jump up and leave them right away… Soo, uh. I’ll consider your offer, Queen.”
“Need time process it then, eh? Well, I understand. My beauty is an imposing presence after all - I’m not surprised that it’s overwhelmed you. I’ll allow you the time you need to decide.”
“Umm, yeah. You’re absolutely cor-”
“BUT. Consider your answer well - and when you will answer. My invitation will not last forever.” “And I will have all of Skylands’ gold. Whether you’re privy to the rest of the riches, is entirely up to you.”
“Oh, and I’ll be taking the gold here, thank you.”
With a whistle, a crew of trolls slid in -from where Rex had no clue. With precision, they cleared the gold out of the room in no time - including the guards!
“So long, Rex. And make sure to have your answer when I meet you again.”
And with that, Golden Queen made her exit. Rex was left alone in the now otherwise abandoned warehouse. It took him a few second s more, but finally he let out the breath he’d been holding.
“Craaaap. Dang it, now what am I gonna bring back…”
He turned around, and saw the plushies.
…it wasn’t much, but it’d be easy to bring back to the others. He might need to explain why he came back with plushies of all things - but hey, a good thief makes the best of everything.
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There are sooo many good animal Desmond ideas out there... But no one thinks about horse Desmond.
He would be the mightiest of steeds. Maybe he would be a war breed like a Friesian or a hunting breed like an Akhal-Teke?
Horse Desmond would be a wild horse at first I think. No one would be able to keep him contained. But maybe he could be tempted to stick around if say... A certain ancestor popped up. Or perhaps they needed a lift? Most probably away from angry templars- or even more likely if you go for ezio- single fathers trying desperately to keep handsome Italian men away from his precious daughters?
You would have no problem escaping when your horse isn't afraid to free-run. >:}
And darn it if he wouldn't be the most loyal mount! Kicking and stomping would-be horse thieves and templars like it's a hobby!
Oooh what if he was a water horse/kelpie?
Horse!Desmond is like… a creature that happens every so often and graces this Tumblr every few months XD
Here’s the first horse!Desmond ask I got.
The Desmond is a horse in Auditore ranch ask that can go either EziAlt or EziLeo.
And the Desmond is a horse in Valhalla ask.
I’m actually unsure if there’s more but these are the ones I was able to find. XD
So let’s go for water kelpie in this one!
I’m kinda imagining Desmond like the water kelpie in Shin Megami Tensei:
But he’s gonna be a pure white kelpie with golden eyes.
Water kelpies have the ability to shapeshift into humans but they’re easily caught because they have seaweeds for hair and they supposedly haunt the almost all water masses in Scotland and the kelpie is said to be a being that appears in both Scottish and Irish lore so there’s a high possibility that Shay and Liam would know about them.
And that’s why Shay is absolutely suspicious of the hooded man that appeared in the homestead one random day.
He spoke to Achilles for a long while and he just… starts living in a small shack near the docks.
Shay wouldn’t have been so suspicious of him had he not smelled like… water… all the time.
He has no other way to explain it.
There was something about his scent that reminded Shay of the stories his father used to tell him the mythical beasts and monsters that haunt Ireland.
They had also traveled to Scotland quite a few times during Shay’s time with his father and their ships, having a close relationship with a merchant that goes there. They get more money if they accompany the merchant to Scotland so Shay knows a bit.
The unknown Assassin that only goes by the name Desmond reminds Shay of one of those stories.
No.
The stories of those who stay in the waters to drown humans.
And then…
Lisbon happened.
He tried to do the right thing.
And he fell in the cold waters.
That’s when he saw it.
A white kelpie with golden eyes.
The same eyes as Desmond.
He wakes up in Desmond’s shabby shack.
And finally sees Desmond without a hood.
… his hair was made of seaweeds.
Shay was in the presence of a kelpie.
But why…
Why did the kelpie save him?
#desmond is turned into a creature subgenre#i went for shay for no other reasons other than#kelpies are from celtic folklore#he already named his ship morrigan#look#at least we didn’t make desmond a dullahan XD#assassin's creed#desmond miles#shay cormac#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed
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Beam Of Light At 3.05
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by Scared_Blob
After he shot desmond everything else is a blur but he remembers the wetness, the heat, the everything, he justtakes it, its what he deserves. She keeps on and he doesn't have energy to run away, to move, all he can think about is his mistakes or feel empty, cold, like he's not there. The door opens a bright beam shines onto him hurting his eyes and sees slade wilson-deathstroke. Maybe finally he can be in peace. Maybe he atoned for his sins.
Words: 991, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics), Nightwing (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Slade Wilson, Catalina Flores
Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Catalina Flores/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson
Additional Tags: Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Dick Grayson is Not Okay, Good Slade Wilson, Protective Slade Wilson, Soft Slade Wilson, Trauma, Sexual Abuse, Nightwing Volume 2 Issue 093, Poor Dick Grayson, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
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HEY LOOK I FINALLY HAVE ANOTHER CHAPTER OF THIS THING
AO3 | First chapter | Previous chapter
He's really fucking done it this time.
Daniel lets the cool water from the faucet pool in his hands and overflow. He’s finished rinsing off the remnants of the nosebleed, and he watches the last of it drain away, blood and water swirling around the sink drain in mesmerizing patterns. No amount of scrubbing can erase the rust-colored stain on his shirt collar, though; it’s still clinging stubbornly to the fabric when he looks up at the mirror.
His reflection stares back at him, eyes too old and too young and too tired all at once. He wishes he could blame his lingering nausea on seasickness; at least then it might go away once he steps off the boat and back onto solid ground.
His heart still hasn't stopped hammering at his ribcage, determined to escape or die trying, and he fights the familiar urge to sink to his knees, to press his forehead to the smooth vinyl floor of the too-small bathroom and stay there; instead, he wraps one arm around his aching chest to hold himself together and forces himself to take slow, deep breaths. It's been a while since he's had a full-blown panic attack.
Or maybe it hasn't been very long at all.
It’s his own damn fault, of course, all of it; it always has been. He's beginning to think that it always will be, that he'll be the sole cause of his own suffering until the day he dies. A fitting end, maybe, assuming that he doesn't drag anyone else down along with him.
Clearly, though, that's never been his strong suit.
He can’t hide in here forever. Sooner or later, he’ll have to face them – Desmond and Penny, good people that he's endangered with his mere presence. He doesn't even have anything to show for it, now that he's run away from Abaddon, from the deal Widmore forced him to make. He could almost blame that part on pure ignorance; he didn't know what was at stake, at the time, but that was only because he didn’t have the foresight to leave that information for himself.
It's his own damn fault – him in the past, him in the present, it doesn’t really matter – and now, he has to fix it.
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“So what was it, exactly?”
Daniel flinches, one hand still frozen on the open bathroom door, and looks up to see Desmond leaning against the wall of the tiny hallway. “What...was what?”
Desmond's expression hardens. “What'd you do?”
Slowly, Dan shakes his head. “I'm...not sure that I–”
“Three days ago, I remembered something.” Desmond stands up straight and crosses his arms. “Something that...I know it happened, but it was like, I'd never had any memory of it before.” He steps closer and lowers his voice. “You know what it was?”
“Uh...” Daniel fidgets uncomfortably and slides the door shut behind him. “I...have a pretty good guess.”
“It was you,” he says anyway. “In Los Angeles, right after I'd arrived. You were there, on the day I got the Elizabeth. You...” He exhales in something close to a laugh. “Why? Why were you there, and why didn't I remember it 'til now?”
Dan looks down at his feet. “Desmond, I–”
“I kept asking myself that, over and over, 'til I remembered what it was that you said that night,” Desmond continues, barely hearing him. “You told me to be here. Now. And that's when I realized what was going on. That it had happened to you, too. That you were... What'd you call it, unstuck in time?”
Daniel nods stiffly; there's an undercurrent of anger running deep beneath all the questions, and it's oddly terrifying.
“So,” Desmond holds out his arms, “here I am. And right on cue, you show up here, passed out with a bloody nose,” he says like an accusation. “So? What did you do? Why are you here, Daniel? Why did you tell me to be here?”
He opens his mouth to answer, but Desmond surges forward, trapping him in a corner.
“And why–” he hisses, his voice intense, “Why didn't you bloody stop me?” He grips Dan's collar, giving him the strangest flash of deja vu.
The effects seem to vary from case to case, but...
“You knew where that race was gonna land me,” Desmond asserts. “You knew I'd waste the next three years of my life pushing that goddamn button, that I'd crash the plane. So why didn't you just stop me?”
“It doesn't work like that,” Daniel says quietly, his hands held up in surrender. “You– You know it doesn't work like that. I didn't know what was gonna happen any more than you did. And...even if I did, it wouldn't...” He shakes his head. “You can't change the past. You can't. Whatever happened, happened. Alright?”
Desmond glares at him for another long second. “Why were you there, then? Why am I here, Daniel?”
He takes a deep breath. “I told you to be here, because I needed you to be somewhere that I could find you.”
“Right.” Desmond lets go of him then, with a slight shove, and turns to pace back and forth while pinching the bridge of his nose. “'Course you did,” he says, not with disbelief, but pure exasperation.
“You– You remember what I told you, at Oxford?” Daniel clasps his hands together. “You had to find a constant, something to anchor you and keep you from getting lost. You asked if it could be a person.”
Desmond turns to face him.
“Well...” He nods hesitantly. “It can.”
“Me?” Desmond laughs, once, humorlessly. “Why me?”
“It's...” Daniel exhales, afraid to meet his eyes. “...difficult, for me to explain. Desmond, you– You're the only one I could depend on, because the rules... They don't apply to you.”
An incredulous expression creeps onto Desmond's face. “What are you talking about?”
“You're… You’re special, Desmond,” he says, talking with his hands while he struggles to find the right words. “You're uniquely and miraculously special, and–”
“But what the hell does that mean? And what does any of it have to do with you?”
Dan winces. “It’s hard to explain,” he repeats helplessly, and Desmond shakes his head.
“Look, just tell me why,” he says evenly. “You needed to contact me so your brain wouldn’t explode, fine. I get that. It's bloody nonsense, but I get it. But what happened to make all this start in the first place? Because I’m fairly certain it wasn’t a helicopter trip to the bloody island.” Then he pauses, and his eyes narrow. “It wasn’t, right?”
“No,” Daniel says quickly. “No, no, it was...” He swallows against a lump in his throat. “I, uh... I, kind of, did this. To myself. On...on purpose.”
Desmond stares at him for a long moment, frowning. “What are you up to?”
“I'm not...” His mouth is dry. “I'm not up to anything,” he says weakly.
“You are,” Desmond insists. “And whatever it is, you know I want nothing to do with it, so now you've spun me into your story like I'd been there all along, but I'm not buying it, brother.” He steps closer, and Dan flinches back. “So tell me, Daniel. Why am I really here?”
“I'm...sorry,” he begins softly. “I didn't want–”
A door opens nearby, and they both turn at the movement. “Sorry to interrupt,” Penny says. She's holding a tiny, squirming baby in one arm, and she holds out Dan’s pack in her other hand. “I think you’re ringing.”
He shakes his head automatically. “I don’t have a phone.”
An awkward silence settles in, broken only by the intermittent buzz of a vibrating cell phone. With a frown, Desmond takes the pack; Penny shoots him a disapproving look as he starts to rummage through it, but she doesn’t stop him. The phone is still ringing when Desmond fishes it out and holds it up to show Dan. “This isn’t yours?”
“No,” he says quietly. He's still staring at the baby, and his throat feels like it’s closing over.
“Then why is it in your bag?” Desmond flips it open to read the number on the screen. “Where did it come from?”
Daniel grimaces as he realizes the answer. “Charles Widmore.”
Desmond looks up. “Excuse me?”
“Charles Widmore is the reason I'm here. The reason you're here.” He exhales, dropping his gaze to avoid Desmond's glare. “I'm sorry.”
Penny glances back and forth between the two of them. “What is he talking about?”
“I’m sorry,” he repeats weakly. “He wanted me to find you, and this was the only way–”
“You led him to us?”
“No, it’s not like that, it’s…” Daniel gestures helplessly. “It’s complicated.”
Desmond steps forward, pointing the phone at him like a weapon. “Uncomplicate it.”
He shakes his head. “Listen, there’s no time. Just– You need to leave, now. He hasn’t caught up with me yet, so he won’t be able to track you.”
“You sure about that?” Desmond holds up the phone again, his eyes wild with barely-contained fury.
Dan wrings his hands and stares at his feet. “I’m not… I'm not gonna cause you any more trouble, okay?” he says softly, and he means it. “I promise, you– You're never gonna see me again–”
“No.”
He blinks and looks up. “N... No?” he repeats, confused.
“No,” Desmond says again. He takes another step, forcing Dan back against the wall. “You're not going anywhere, brother.”
Daniel clasps his hands together. “Desmond, please, I need you to understand–”
“No, I understand perfectly.” He's standing too close now, trapping him in a corner. “You've brought some kind of danger on us, and so we have to leave. But you–” He grabs Dan's tie and yanks him close. “You're gonna stay right bloody here in the danger with us until you explain what's going on.”
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The sun setting over the Pacific. It shouldn't carry with it such an overwhelming sense of deja vu, after nearly an entire year, but it does.
Dan squints against the twinkling sunlight dancing across the waves. Maybe he was supposed to drown, thousands of miles from here, in the empty space where the island used to be.
Everything would be much simpler if he had. That's the thought he keeps coming back to, the realization that Desmond and Penny must have already reached long ago, now that they know the truth.
He told them the whole story, every pathetic detail, in quiet monologues and apologetic rambles. He told them about the months he spent trying to find a way back to the island, about Widmore tracking him down in London and Abaddon snatching him up off the street.
He told them about Theresa. He stared at his hands the entire time, unable to look either of them in the eyes. He told them exactly what happened to her, what he’d done to her – what he’d done to himself first, as if it made any difference.
He told them how he'd tried to fix it, to fix everything, only to make it all worse. Just like he always does.
The two of them are sitting near the front of the boat, now, still locked in an intense conversation; Daniel can't hear them from where he's standing, leaning against the railing at the stern with nothing left to do but watch the horizon ahead as the wind pushes the boat steadily towards it. He can't begin to guess what they'll decide to do, what their next move will be, but he can pretty easily imagine what they'll do about him. The only question is whether they'll escort him back to dry land before they kick him off the boat and sail away, never to be seen again.
It doesn't matter either way; he's already made up his mind.
Daniel wraps both hands around the railing behind him. It's not going to get any easier.
With numb fingers, he loosens his tie. The boat isn't moving especially fast; after all, they aren't going anywhere so much as simply staying out of reach of anyone that might be following them. Still, it's enough to whisk his tie away the moment he lets go of it, enough to whip his hair against his face as he turns his back to the sail and the rest of the boat. The coast is barely visible, now, nothing more than a dark, thin line on the horizon.
He finds himself thinking about the last time he saw his mother – chronologically, of course, not the last memory he has of seeing her – on that ordinary December afternoon in 2004, when she'd stopped by for an unexpected visit and urged him to accept Widmore's job offer. She told him to go to the island. She told him that she would be proud of him.
With a soft laugh, he stares down at his hands, firmly gripping the railing. She'd be just as disappointed as ever if she could see him now, wasting the year on frivolous things, like trying to rescue the dozens of people still trapped on the island, rather than continuing his research.
For not the first time, he wonders what she knew about Widmore. Maybe she knew all along what she was signing him up for, what the other people on the freighter were really going to do.
Maybe it's better this way, that he doesn't have to find out the answer to that.
The sun is almost gone now, melting Daniel's shadow together with that of the boat. He watches the wake spreading out from beneath the deck, beneath his feet, white rapids cutting a stubborn path through the water as if they'll have any lasting effect before inevitably reassimilating into the vast expanse of ocean waves stretching out in every direction.
He closes his eyes and takes a long, deep breath, filling his lungs with the crisp sea air.
And then with two quick steps, he climbs over the railing and plunges into the water.
(next chapter)
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Cross Our Hearts 2021
Okay, so I thought I’d have a go at writing. I’ve debated it for a while and this seemed like a good opportunity. Any feedback is welcome!
Day 1 - Angst
Games: Prototype/Assassin’s Creed (Protocreed)
The past few months had been pretty crazy for Desmond. After saving the entire planet, it was decided that a change of scene for him and his fellow Assassins would be nice; and so they now had a hideout in Manhattan. It was a decently sized, abandoned apartment. As their luck would have it, they decided to show up just as a viral outbreak had ravaged the city. The virus on it’s own was bad enough, but a few days into their stay they had learned that two organisations involved (Gentek and Blackwatch) were riddled with Templars. For Desmond, this meant many missions, a few injuries, two or three surprise encounters with the infected (during which he absolutely did NOT scream) and a lot of meetings to summarise each mission.
Oh, and he met a super-powered virus freak.
He remembered the moment vividly. He’d managed to sneak into a Gentek facility and was making his way back out with the information he’d gotten his hands on. As Desmond was leaving, an alarm started blaring throughout the entire building, accompanied by red flashing lights. Desmond paused, wondering if he had been the one to set off the alarm. He turned over his shoulder just in time to see a group of armed Blackwatch soldiers round the corner. His stomach sank - he was good at fighting, but he was guy with a blade attached to his arm. He froze and watched as the soldiers ran towards his hiding place in the shadows, getting closer, so close he could hear their heavy breathing...
And then they ran straight past him. Puzzled, Desmond turned to follow their path with his eyes. He was met with a sight that made his heart leap into his throat. A man, just a bit shorter than Desmond, stood opposite the soldiers, who had now stopped. The man was wearing a pair of jeans, a black and red leather jacket, a hoodie (wasn’t that funny?), and a shirt with the collar up. Weird. However, this is not what drew Desmond’s attention, for when he looked at the soldier closest to this man, he saw a blade sticking out through his back. A long blade, almost as long as he was tall, coming from the man’s arm. No, it was the man's arm. He was too shocked to move. He stood and watched in horror as the man cut the soldiers to pieces like wet tissue paper, the once grey hallway newly painted red with blood.
Naturally, they got to talking, and it turned out they both hated the Templars. Well, Alex (the man had awkwardly introduced himself) hated Blackwatch and Gentek. But it didn’t take much discussion for them to realise they were more or less on the same side. Alex helped Desmond through the increased security so that he could get out of the base with his precious info. Then, Alex gave him the number to a phone he’d gotten hold of and left almost as quickly as he’d appeared not ten minutes ago.
Fast forward a couple of months (and a lot of missions) down the line and Desmond was sort of friends with Alex. He said sort of, because Alex would never admit it. But Alex was friendly with him. What Desmond initially interpreted as rudeness was actually social awkwardness. Alex wasn’t deliberately a dick - not most of the time, anyway. He just didn’t have a clue about how to talk to people. And he had a good reason, Desmond thought. Alex wasn’t human; he was the Blacklight virus. He was made to be a killing machine. He was a killing machine- a pretty damn good one, too. Alex never stopped. He was in his element surrounded by enemies. He didn’t sleep and he couldn’t stay in the same space for a long time. He’d soon grow restless. Despite all this, he’d developed his own mind and thoughts.
So when Desmond found him sat on top of a roof, looking rather still apart from his swinging legs, he knew something was wrong.
“Hey, buddy. You been parkouring without me?“ Desmond called out softly, hoping he’d be able to lighten the gloomy mood that seemed to be clinging to Alex.
Alex didn’t answer.
“Alex?“ Desmond moved to sit beside the virus-man, a concerned expression falling over his face. He was answered only with a soft grunt from the other. “Hey, what’s wrong, Alex?“
“Nothing. I’m fine.“ Alex replied in a voice not too dissimilar to a growl - his normal tone of voice.
Desmond pulled a face. “Dude, I know you enough by now to know that you sitting up here alone means you’re thinking about something. Probably not something good. Knowing you, something horrible, actu-”
“Shut up.“ Alex snapped. He shifted just enough that the light of a nearby billboard lit up his face, allowing Desmond to see his expression. He’d expected Alex to look angry, or maybe even confused. But Alex, he looked... he looked miserable.
“Whoa, hey... I’m sorry. Seriously, Alex, what’s wrong? You look really upset.“ For a moment, Desmond debated putting an arm around Alex, but decided he liked his arm where it was - meaning, attached to his body - and thought better of it.
Alex turned his head away to hide his face from Desmond. He stayed silent for a few minutes. Desmond sat by him, also silent, waiting patiently for Alex to answer. Then finally...
“I never got a chance.“ Alex mumbled, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
“A chance to what, Alex?“ Desmond spoke gently. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Alex off by interrogating him.
“Be human.“ Alex sighed heavily, then lifted his head slightly to get a better view of the people walking on the street below. “I have so many memories. Happy memories... But they’ll never be mine. I had a cross-hair on my back the moment I woke up in the morgue because... I’m a monster.“ The last few words were spoken so quietly they were almost a whisper. And, oh, if Alex looked miserable before, now he looked like he might cry.
“Oh, Alex...“ And before he could stop himself, Desmond was gently pulling Alex into an awkward sideways hug. Alex tensed immediately and Desmond felt tendrils squirming uncomfortably under his arms. He was about to pull away when he felt the squirming stop, then Alex practically melted into his hold.
Alex was slightly cold to the touch, which surprised Desmond. He’d always thought Alex would be warm. For a moment, Desmond couldn’t fathom how Alex had refrained from chopping his head off, let alone how he had managed to relax. Then it hit him... This was the first time in this Alex’s life that he’d ever had any physical contact that wasn’t intended to hurt him. This was the first time he'd felt comfort from another. Even though he'd never admit it, Alex needed this.
“Alex, you are not a monster. You aren’t the mindless killer that they tried to make you into. You hear me?” Desmond spoke quietly. He didn’t get a verbal reply, but he suddenly had two cold arms wrapped around him and a head resting on his shoulder.
“Hey, we have the day off tomorrow. How about we stay in and watch a movie or something? Would you like that?“ Desmond asked tentatively.
“Yeah, I’d like that.“ Alex mumbled into Desmond’s shoulder.
They stayed like that for a while afterwards before Desmond eventually coaxed Alex into the hideout to lay down on the couch. Desmond covered him with a fluffy blanket, which earned him a funny look from Alex. Desmond only chuckled at this as he sat beside Alex. He talked quietly to Alex about completely random subjects. Alex relaxed at this, even gave some sarcastic comments where he could. Eventually, Desmond paused his rambling to check the time. 12:43am. Damn.
“Hey, Alex, I’m gonna hit the hay. You okay with that, or do you want me to stay?“ He heard no reply. “Alex?“ He turned to look toward the couch. The sight he was met with was very unexpected.
There was Alex, asleep. Desmond smiled softly and moved to pull the blanket up to Alex’s shoulders. It seemed he was out cold, completely unaware of the world around him.
“Goodnight, Alex.“ Desmond whispered, before leaving to go to his bed. He fell asleep quickly. He was tired, but he was also happy that Alex had finally found peace.
...Or so it had seemed. Desmond awoke not long later to the sound of distressed yell, followed by tearing and hurried footsteps. He wasn’t the only one that heard it, because soon, he was running out of his room along with Rebecca, Lucy, and Shaun. The other three got a slight head start on him. Desmond looked to the other Assassins, who had their eyes fixed on the couch, all wearing worried expressions. Desmond moved forward to follow their gaze.
He saw an empty couch with several long, deep claw marks in it. A quick scan of the room and a wide open window confirmed his worries:
Alex was gone.
#crossourhearts#crossourhearts2021#prototype#assassins creed#protocreed#desmond miles#alex mercer#alex j mercer#alex mercer prototype#angst#writing#never really published writing before#lets see how this goes haha#tw for blood#blood and gore#I mean come on its prototype#the other assassins are also there#a little bit
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Only Monsters Come Out at Night
A/N: Debating on whether or not I should put this on AO3. Thoughts? Do I need to edit what I have before posting on my favorite website? Anyways, I’m really into horror and I’d like to try my hand at focusing on MC’s descent into madness while falling for her captors.
Dimitrescu Sisters x OFC (Desdemona)
Summary: Desdemona, her twin brother and best friend are on vacation in Romania when things go horribly wrong the moment they run out of gas. Desdemona has the misfortune of enchanting the monsters that decided to terrorize her group.
It was a cold, pitch black night in the northeastern mountainous region of Romania, a heavy fog enveloping the roads which made it nearly impossible for any source of light to pierce through the gloom. This did not bode well for Desdemona and her friends as they dared to venture through the treacherous weather in order to reach their destination.
The humble village of Bran should have been a welcome sight by now although from where the unlucky travelers were currently stranded, Desdemona had her doubts. To make matters worse, her best friend, Veronica, shoved a crumpled map of Brasov, Romania into her boyfriend’s hands and demanded answers. Her hot-headed friend was teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
“Desmond, are you sure we’re headed in the right direction? None of this seems to make sense!”, Veronica exclaimed as she nervously rummaged through her shoulder bag for yet another cigarette. She struggled to light her cigarette this time, the harsh winter’s wind blowing hard against her bare hands caused them to shake violently.
Desmond sighed in exasperation and ran his fingers through his messy chestnut brown hair, pushing wild dark curls away from his eyes.
“You think the shopkeeper gave us the wrong directions to fuck with us because we’re tourists? I knew we were gonna get shit signal out here in the bum fuck middle of nowhere but come on, the old guy looked knowledgeable. Can’t blame me for trustin’ him.” Desmond casually replied with a shrug. He then took a moment to straighten the map again before folding it neatly and tucking it into his pocket.
Desdemona was of the same mind as her twin. It seemed likely that the locals would be completely burnt out from the flocks of American tourists invading their hometown just to squawk about the castle that inspired Bram Stoker’s Dracula. How exhausting it must be to constantly point out where to go to book a tour or who to call to arrange such things when the internet exists. In hindsight, Desdemona should have known better than to bug the polite yet obviously impatient shopkeeper about their vacation plans.
“Think about it, V, Desmond has a point. The guy probably gave us the run around for shits and giggles. You know, it would have been fine taking a wrong turn and then having to backtrack all the way back into town, but we should have just stayed the night at the Inn. Now we’re outta gas and it’s fucking freezing out here.” Desdemona added, now hugging herself tightly and occasionally rubbing her arms to keep warm for as much as possible.
Veronica growled but relented as she took a long drag of her cigarette, her foot resting against their rented vehicle. She took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. Snowflakes began to drift downwards, and it only fueled Veronica’s anxiety about being stranded in the middle of nowhere in the dark.
“Alright, alright, we can either freeze to death in this piece of shit,” Veronica began as she kicks the van for good measure, “or we can freeze to death out there looking for shelter. I think I see a path over there that we can take to find what we need. It might lead us to people who can help us, or it might lead us to certain death. All I know is that we need to make a decision now, it’s starting to snow.”
Desmond grins and wraps his arm around Veronica’s waist, pulling her close and pecking her on the cheek.
“To certain death it is! Des, grab the essentials and let’s head out. According to the map, there are a few small villages in the surrounding area. Chances are we’ll stumble into one of them eventually and find shelter. We’ll get this mess sorted out.” Desmond eagerly stepped away from Veronica’s embrace and stepped towards the beaten van.
After a few moments of scrounging around for what they deemed important, Desdemona ended up with a backpack full of snacks, water, spare clothes, and the first aid kid. Veronica settled for an entire carton of cigarettes and a few spare lighters because you know, it was “absolutely essential” to her survival in a foreign land. Desmond found a flashlight and decided that going light would be preferable to him in case they ran into any trouble.
They paved the way forward, following the path that strayed away from the lonely sliver of road. Turning back to get a final look at the abandoned van, Desdemona swallowed the surge of fear that was beginning to creep up on her. She had seen enough horror movies in her lifetime knowing that this probably wasn’t going to end up well for her little group. The logical side of her brain, what little rational thoughts she had left, gnawed their way through her brain begging to be voiced out and heard.
‘Turn back around, it’s safer to stay put and wait until morning! This is dangerous and you know it!’
Desdemona reluctantly glanced back at her brother walking ahead with Veronica hand in hand and the younger twin suddenly stopped in her tracks. Maybe she should stay behind just in case while her gregarious brother searched for help in these mountains; after all, he was far more easygoing and could easily charm the most stubborn of fools into helping him.
“Des, what’s wrong? I thought we all agreed that we should stick together.” Veronica called out to her, uncertainty lacing her tone as her eyes flicked back and forth between the van and a terrified looking Desdemona.
Nervously fidgeting in place, Desdemona struggles to settle the conflicted thoughts warring in her mind. She knows that staying behind and waiting for help would be the wisest course of action, but there was safety in numbers. There’s danger lurking beyond the vast expanse of mountains that surrounded them and she would be utterly defenseless if left alone. Desdemona’s instincts were begging her to go back to the van but the connection she shared with her twin demanded that she follow him through the sketchy path that would most likely lead to their demise. She couldn’t let anything happen to Desmond, she would never forgive herself if something happened to him out here.
With a shaky resolve, Desdemona straightened up and gazed back at Veronica with a small smile on her face.
“I’m just nervous, you know. Desmond and I binge watched all the Wrong Turn movies last Saturday so being out here alone in the dark is uh, freaking me out a little. I’ll be fine, though, let’s just keep going.” Desdemona lied as she rushed over to her best friend who rolled her eyes at the revelation.
“No wonder you’re acting all sketch, Des. First of all, binge watching horror movies the weekend before your vacation was stupid as hell so now you’re all hyped up over nothing. Secondly, Wrong Turn sucks. Y’all should have binged Hatchet, Danielle Harris is so hot!” Veronica declared, eager to get conversation going as the three of them trekked through a rocky and narrow trail that led to who knows where.
Desmond was quick to reply in defense of his favorite horror movie franchise and Desdemona was thankful to hear them bicker back and forth. The conversation drowned out the sound of cold whispers tickling naked branches in the distance, the loud crunching of their footsteps on the snow-covered ground, and ravens crying out above them. It was so eerie and something about it all didn’t sit right with Desdemona. She hooked an arm around Veronica’s free arm and together they discussed their favorite horror movies. Veronica could tell her best friend was still a little spooked, so she pulled her closer until she was pressed against her side to provide as much comfort as she could give.
The trail continued to narrow the further they moved along but nothing they observed thus far gave the impression that that anything was out of the ordinary. When they reached a clearing, Desmond sighed with relief. His breath steaming the frigid air was nearly the only thing they could see ahead if it weren’t for the flashlight providing what little comforting light source they had. The snow fall began to pick up the pace but it wasn’t blinding, thankfully. Desmond brushed aside large shrubs and stepped further into the winding path, coming to a full stop when he realized what lay ahead of the weary travelers.
The trio stared in awe at the overpowering sight of a 15th century castle looming over a quiet village sheltering underneath a blanket of darkness, or what Desdemona assumed was its shadow. No amount of fog could hide the monstrosity that was the architectural brilliance of this castle that Desdemona saw before her very eyes.
“Desmond, honey, where the hell do you think you’re going? Don’t leave Dezzy and I behind!” Veronica suddenly shrieked as she sprinted after her overly excited boyfriend down the hill that led into the village.
Desmond turned around and could only offer a sheepish smile with a shrug before eagerly running into the unknown. Desdemona tore her gaze away from the castle and spurred into action, jumping and running as fast as she could in order to catch up with her twin.
Desmond was energized by both the cool crisp air and the promising sight of civilization, but that energy was quickly drained out of him when he encountered something wholly unexpected. Veronica reached the eldest Hawthorne sibling and was about to admonish him for leaving the two frightened girls behind, but she was quickly shushed by Desmond. Desdemona quietly approached the scene, her eyes widening when she realized that this was not the village of Bran at all.
They had indeed reached a small village but it looked completely obliterated. The houses looked shattered and broken, as if something gigantic and menacing had come through and picked away at the people that once inhabited this community one by one. Desmond cautiously led the group forward, calling out for any signs of survivors. This wasn’t on the itinerary…
Veronica was on the verge of tears, her hands covering her mouth as she observed the tragic scene before her. Every now and then, she would step into a broken home and call out to somebody – anybody- only to step back out with a grim look on her face. She pulled out her cell phone and attempted to dial emergency services only to be met with disappointment.
“There’s blood.” Desmond says quietly. His eyes peer over the trail of fresh blood and fear grips him the moment the flashlight scans over the corpse of a rotting horse.
“Fuck, that stench – we need to get the fuck out of here now!” Veronica cries, gagging and turning away from the horrific view.
Desdemona would have expressed an equally strong reaction had she not felt a sense of…wrongness abruptly assaulting the atmosphere. The moment they stepped foot into the village, the environment reacted to their presence and that did not sit right with Desdemona at all.
“Desmond, do you hear that?” Desdemona asked, her voice laced with terror.
Desmond Hawthorne heard the fear in his sister’s quivering voice and it made him feel uneasy.
“I don’t hear anything, Des.” He replies as he reaches for Veronica’s hand and squeezes it tight.
The couple began to frantically look around them as they slowly backed into Desdemona. As soon as they grouped up again, both Veronica and Desmond wrapped themselves around the youngest sister.
The oppressive silence sent a whole new wave of fear over the group before something insidious could be heard approaching them in the distance. Desdemona gasped when she heard maniacal giggling and it was getting louder. A fluttering of what sounds like wings -bats, ravens, perhaps- advancing towards the group sent chills down Desdemona’s spine.
What the hell was coming after them?
Desmond flashed his light from side to side before it settled on the massive black ball of insects that instantly appeared before him. The insects dissipated and somehow revealed the shape of a human being wearing a dark robe and hood. The only thing he could truly make out was the color of a red pendant wrapped around dainty, pale skin and a blood smeared smirk. Desmond’s heart dropped in absolute horror and panic immediately set in.
“RUN!” He screamed, taking off with a terrified Veronica in tow. Neither of them looked back to make sure Desdemona was following.
The flashlight dropped, and it briefly circled the ground. The flickering light revealed two other black masses of insects approaching the younger Hawthorne sibling who was paralyzed with fear. All she could hear in that moment was delirious laughter coming from the women that revealed themselves two seconds later, the insects dissolving into thin air right before her very eyes.
The crazed woman standing directly in front of Desdemona leaned forward and took her time sniffing her pretty prey who stared at her with petrified gray eyes. Desdemona found it alarming that despite the lunatic’s appearance, dried blood caked on her lips and unruly red hair and a wild, untamed look in her eyes, she found her quite…striking. Perhaps she was going mad. None of this made sense, how could this be happening right now?
“Mmm, sisters, look at what I found. Such a pretty young thing all for me and she smells oh so delicious.” The woman with the green pendant spoke, giggling madly at the profound effect she had on Desdemona.
“Daniela, you’re delusional, she’s mine; I’m the one who picked up on her tasty scent!” The one with the red pendant spoke after she turned her attention to the only human who didn’t run from them.
The brunette with the yellow pendant reached over and yanked on Desdemona’s hair so hard back, Desdemona thought her life was over. She bared her teeth as she skimmed her nose across the young woman’s neck. Her tongue darted out between blood smeared lips and left a wet trail, causing the smaller woman’s breath to hitch at the unwelcome contact.
“Mmm, she smells so utterly divine. Bela, by the way, it wasn’t you who found MY new pet, it was me! You ungrateful wretches always want to touch what’s mine!” The hooded figure’s grip on her hair tightened and Desdemona whined, causing all three women to delight in her torment.
What Desdemona couldn’t figure out was what they wanted to do with her exactly and why they were fighting over her like three starved wild dogs fighting over a piece of meat. She needed to get out of there fast.
“LET GO OF MY SISTER, YOU UGLY CUNTS!” Desmond’s angry voice broke through in the distance and all three creatures turned their attention on the young man who dared interrupt dinner time.
Desdemona decided this was the time to take advantage of their distraction and she quickly slipped away, sprinting as fast as she could to the nearest unoccupied house. Desmond, relieved that his sister broke free from whatever those things were, spun on his heel and ran the opposite direction. He could only hope that all three of them would make it out of this godforsaken village alive.
All three women threw their heads back and laughed wildly into the air as they knew catching their prey would be much more satisfying when they caught them alone in isolated surroundings. It added to their fear and it made the blood taste that much sweeter.
“The hunt is on, sisters. Leave the pretty plaything alive, but the others, we will present to our dear mother as gifts. We’ll make the new pet watch mother undo their very lives; it’ll only make her that much more delicious when we have our fill.” The one with the yellow pendant stated as she sniffed at the air, shuddering when Desdemona’s irresistible scent filled her nostrils once more.
Desdemona found refuge in a large house a few yards away and slammed the front door shut when she ran inside. She quickly assessed what she assumed was the living room, she found a bookcase and summoned whatever strength she had and brought it down in front of the door. She heard something clawing at the door the instant she blocked the entrance, the door shaking violently and mad laughter filling her ears once more.
Desdemona shakily reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, turning on the flashlight and began to look for another way out.
‘Jesus fucking Christ, Jesus Christ! What the fuck are those things!? Where’s Desmond? Is Veronica alright? How the hell do I get out of here? I just want to go home!’ Desdemona’s mind was running through a million thoughts per second but she couldn’t for the life of her settle on anything that would give her a moment’s peace.
She was sobbing uncontrollably as she explored the dark home, her hands stretched out in front of her as she searched for anything that would provide answers to her problems. When she found a door near the kitchen, she cautiously opened it and cursed the eerie creaking sound that followed. It was discovered that the door led to a cellar of some kind and Desdemona rushed down the stairs without closing the door behind her.
She slowly scanned the large open space and saw that this home had been recently ransacked or rummaged through. Clothes were scattered across the floor, furniture had been broken in half and tossed carelessly to the side but Desdemona found a hallway beyond the room she was in.
‘That must be the way out. Hurry up and grab something to protect yourself with!’
Desdemona carefully tip toed around the clutter, her phone flashing from side to side but to no avail, she couldn’t find anything that would prove harmful to whatever those monsters were outside. The woman nearly tripped over and fell when her foot stepped in something thick and wet, causing her foot to slip forward. Desdemona quickly steadied herself on a cabinet but it didn’t make her feel any better when she realized her fingers were covered in a thick, red substance.
Her breathing growing heavier, Desdemona flashed her phone light over to the cabinet only to find that it was covered in blood – a lot of it, to be exact and it was still dripping on the floor as though it were fresh.
All color drained from Desdemona’s face when she heard pained howling coming from the village; it was Desmond and he was screaming for help. Her twin was in danger and here she was selfishly trying to find a way to preserve her own life.
She quickly twisted around to run towards the howling but she stopped dead in her tracks when a black mass of insects appeared before her. The cloaked figure could only be identified by the color of her green pendant and a delirious smile plastered on her face. Fresh blood dripped down her chin and Desdemona’s eyes reluctantly followed the pool of blood forming at their feet. There was a sickle in her right hand and it was covered in blood, much to Desdemona’s dismay.
Desdemona began to tremble, overpowered by the frightening sight and the implications that followed a bloodied sickle carried by a madwoman.
“The sound of your heart hammering against your chest is like music to my ears, pretty thing. Do not fret, my beauty, the moment we met I knew you were special. You’re meant to be mine, we’re meant to be!” She whispers madly, her tongue wetting her lips as her eyes rake over Desdemona’s body slowly and deliberately.
Desdemona doesn’t know what she’s talking about and she doesn’t want to know. Before she could form any kind of response, she’s pinned against the bloody cabinet behind her. She gasps in surprise and that seems to trigger the creature into action.
Desdemona screams as the hooded woman lunges at her collarbone and pierces through her skin with her razor sharp teeth. Desdemona weakly clutches at the woman’s shoulders, growing lightheaded from the sudden blood loss that was occurring. Feeling the woman about to collapse in her arms, Daniela pulls back and savors the taste of her blood. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she sloppily licks the blood off her mouth and regains what little self-control she had left to preserve her pretty plaything for a little while longer.
When dazed gray eyes meet hers, Daniela’s cold, black heart skips a beat. She had never seen anything more beautiful. So she raises her sickle, causing Desdemona’s eyes to widen in panic and Daniela can’t help but giggle a little.
“Don’t worry, my beauty, I’ll be gentle with you. The hideous man-thing and his bitch aren’t going to be as lucky as you, I hope. You deserve special treatment.” Daniela whispers, her fingers caressing her prey’s tear-stained cheek before swinging the sickle with full forced into the back of Desdemona’s thigh.
Desdemona remembers a high-pitched shriek escaping her but nothing else seems to come to mind after that. She remembers her vision blurring and a creeping darkness soothing her to sleep but what happened after, nothing. She enters the haunting abyss that welcomes her with black tendrils pulling her from reality, sleep coming to her easily. With better luck, she’ll never have to wake up again.
Only fools believe in luck as the nightmare has only just begun.
#resident evil village#RE8#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#dimitrescu daughters x ofc#lady dimitrescu daughters x ofc#Holy shit this was just chapter one#I need an editor or something but bruh#I had to get this out of my system#other people may not like it but i did it for me lol#I need more dimitrescu sisters x ofc content
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What superpowers do you think your ocs would have? (Has this been asked already?? I feel like its been asked already)
Also who would be heros, and who would be the villians/antiheros?
Yeah it's been asked before, but here it is all in one place!
Mizu - Teleportation, he can be where ever he wants in instant, and doesn't have to be strong to win a fight. Probably a antihero/hacker
Antonio: Invisibility; He can take things from his dads house without him ever having to suffer from a conversation with him AND can watch you in your home when he feels lonely but doesn’t want to bother you, it’s perfect. Antihero
Olive: Basically just Dazzler or Jubilee, something sparkly and beautiful. Also technically a hero but she's just a singer like....well like Dazzler.
Cliff: Maybe he can see the history of things, where they’ve been and when. This man truly loves history, and now he doesn’t have to bug you about where you’ve been all week! Retired hero.
Zara: Something tied to her emotions, like the weather or controlling water. Doesn't agree to help anyone.
Desmond: Compels anyone to tell the truth; No criminal will get away on his watch. Plus, he loves watching you squirm knowing you can’t lie to him…hero....?
Sawyer: Super speed, his mind already runs a 100 miles per minute, why not him? Perfect for crimes, perfect for getting into you pants 3 secs after you text him that you’re lonely. God, your ass is gonna be sore from the pounding you get from this villain.
Margo: Also invisibility or maybe phasing, something more subtle. Hero
Ezra: Cloning; He’d finally get to run his bakery, be a good house husband, take care of errands AND follow your every move! However, his clones will get super possessive of you and start fighting one another, so you better have a good way of calming them down
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Retrospective Review: Dalton and Brosnan Bond Era
So finally I am at the era of Bond films that I know a bit more of. I had not seen The Living Daylights or License to Kill in their entirety before, but I had seen all 4 Brosnan movies. He was the Bond I knew first before I saw Casino Royale. But I was looking forward to seeing Dalton's Bond movies because I had heard they were more serious and grounded.
For me, the both the Dalton films are really solid Bond movies. They are a refreshing break from what the Roger Moore had become towards the end. Not to mention, Dalton actually looks like he's in the type of shape and age to be a secret agent, running from country to country. The Living Daylights is good. There is immediately a more grounded story of espionage. But the better Dalton movie imo is License to Kill. Which is the revenge movie that we never got after Tracy Bond's death. License to Kill is really good. There is less romantic entanglement because Bond is more focused on what he wants to accomplish. And there is a slightly unhinged edge to him. Plus, you can tell that the movie is going into some darker stuff compared to previous Bond movies.
When it comes to the Brosnan era, I have a bit of a bias since he was the first Bond I ever saw. I genuinely like 3 out of the 4 Brosnan movies. GoldenEye is arguably one of my favorite Bond movies. It is fast paced, it has a good villain, it moves away from the stereotypical cold war era Bond plot, the Bond girls are good, and the action is splendid. Its the best of the Brosnan era. Given its made by Martin Cambell who also made Casino Royale, it doesn't surprise me. I know people aren't necessarily big fans of Tomorrow Never Dies and The World is Not Enough, but I like both. Tomorrow Never Dies is really fast paced. There are some really solid action sequences, including a big bike chase which is quite fun. I actually liked the news mogul as villain idea. Its maybe more relevant now with the idea of 'fake news'. The World is Not Enough is more classical Bond. Its a more personal plot because M and Bond are more intricately involved with some of the players. Bond also has more of edge and is harsher in this movie which is actually pretty cool to watch. There is also a really disturbing element with the relationship between Renard and Elektra King which is also interesting. Die Another Day is unbelievably dumb for sure. To be fair, its fun in a dumb way but it goes into full blown science fiction with the whole idea of DNA being changed and a Korean man becoming a white british guy. Then there is the whole beam of sun villain plot. It is incredibly cartoonish. Its also the most effects heavy of the Bond movies and the effects have not aged well at all. The Brosnan era is one full of really cringey double entendres from Bond. In every movie, there are at least 4-5 and everyone of them is just so cringeworthy now but it seems that the writers were so proud of themselves when they wrote those lines.
The Bond girls across all these eras were a mixed bag to be sure. Kara Milovy, the Cellist from The Living Daylights is a bit on the dimmer side for sure. But there is some humor there because you see Dalton's Bond get really frustrated with her at times. Pam Bouvier is a pretty good Bond Girl because she is actually quite important to the story and plays an active role in rescuing Bond. Lupe is also not bad. In the Brosnan era, Natalya was pretty good. The romance between her and Bond wasn't really necessary and could have been taken out, but she is at least a competent person who is not dependent on Bond doing everything. We also get maybe the hottest side villain of all time in Famke Janssen's Xenia Onnatopp. I loved how sexually charged and batshit crazy she was. I had a crush on Teri Hatcher in the 90's when she was Lois so I always love seeing her even though she's there just to be killed off in TND. Michelle Yeoh was a badass even then. So she was cool. TWINE has the first Bond girl who is the main villain. I loved Sophie Marceu in that role of Elektra King because you are not sure how much to feel sorry for her in how her mind was warped by her trauma and how much to be a bit disgusted by her. Denise Richards on the other hand is perhaps the most hilarious piece of miscastings in a movie that I have seen. She is so completely wrong for the role that its almost entertaining to watch how bad she is. I would love to hear the casting director try and justify her casting for the role in any way other than to say that she is hot. Rosamund Pike and Halley Berry are probably the biggest names out of all the Bond girls. They have done much bigger and better things since but in Die Another Day, they are basically just there to fight each other and be bedded by Bond.
The villains are similarly a mixed bag. In The Living Daylights, the villains are nothing much to speak of. License to Kill has some good villains because Sanchez has some menace to him as does a young Benicio Del Toro as Dario. I think Sean Bean is one of the best Bond villains. Jonathan Pryce seemed to be having a ball in Tomorrow Never Dies. And I already mentioned that Marceu was damn good as Elektra. Renard is more the physical villain in TWINE but he feels more like a henchman for Elektra by the end. Gustav Graves is just completely ridiculous an a villain that just can't be taken seriously. He also wears a power rangers looking suit by the end of the movie which doesn't help.
One of the big plusses of the Brosnan era is the inspired casting of Judi Dench as M. She was so good that they kept her in the rebooted Craig era, despite a possibility of confusing the audience. M in the past was just a figure who gave Bond the mission and occasionally told him off. Judi Dench brings a personality and a weight to the character. She has a combative relationship with Bond but you still see that they share mutual respect, especially when you see where she admits that he's the best agent she has in TWINE. After the Roger Moore era, there was a refreshing in some cast such as Moneypenny which changed to Caroline Bliss under Dalton, and then to Samantha Bond under Brosnan. We also got the introduction to John Cleese as the new Q in the last two Brosnan films, taking over from Desmond Llewelyn. Robbie Coltraine has an entertaining supporting role in GoldenEye and TWINE. The Dalton era also saw the last use of Felix Leiter until the Craig era.
When it comes to the Bonds themselves, I think Dalton is extremely underrated. I think he is a precursor in spirit to Craig's Bond. I love the darker edge to his Bond. He gets angry and frustrated. It humanizes his Bond so we see he's not a superhero. He doesn't have the suaveness and charisma of a Moore or Connery but he has the physicality for it. He sells the action scenes far more than Moore did. He is really good in License to Kill which played to Dalton's strengths as an actor. Brosnan's portrayal split the difference between Moore and Dalton. He feels very much like a mixture of the two. He has the suaveness and charm to feel like the womanizing Bond, but he also brings out moments of anger and harshness. Even in the goofiness of Die Another Day, you always feel that Brosnan is giving it his all. I really like him particularly in GoldenEye and TWINE. I do feel both Dalton and Brosnan are underrated as Bond because they were both very good.
Anyways, now only the 4 Craig films, coupled wit No Time to Die. Not sure if I should do a restrospective on the 4 Craig Bond films and then do a separate one for No Time to Die or just include them all together to do a Craig era review since those films are so interlinked.
#the living daylights#license to kill#goldeneye#tomorrow never dies#the world is not enough#die another day#timothy dalton#pierce brosnan#james bond#007#judi dench#rosamund pike#halle berry#sean bean#sophie marceau#john cleese#robbie coltrane#benicio del toro#famke janssen#denise richards
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