#Desmond Miles lives

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Bookbinding: Sometime Yesterday by Esama

Another day, another project! Sometime Yesterday by Esama/@esamastation was one of my first attempts at bookbinding years ago. Long, long ago, I learned Barnes & Noble will take whatever PDF you upload and give you a paperback book for a fee. I took ages considering doing this to fanfiction but always hit a wall when it came to the cover art. I never went the B&B route, but now that I'm binding my own books, I felt it was time to finally get back to making this book a reality.

Now to chose what to do next - Miles to Go, Solar Maximus, or Life a Life or Die Trying...

[fromashesweriseuphiddenones]

Day Twenty five

This is a big one, summarizing the first five games of the franchise.

Desmond awoke seeing things that didn't seem real or was it? Was any of it for real or not? Trapped in some grey space moving what he thought was his body until he realized no it was that of Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad. To be fair he never paid attention to Mentor Miles droning on about legacy and bloodlines. Haytham never looked into because he, knew that in the end it didn't matter. They were Kenway's that's what mattered. So meeting his reborn ancestors went much better because he wasn't held back by obligation to respect them due to being related to them. When the real world returned, he make the icy calculating gaze of Warren Vedic. He was not to be trusted. Desmond was just another victim. A whole week, Desmond had to sift through a year's worth of memories. Vedic never noticed that Desmond wore the Templar Cross on his clothes, nor that it was tattooed on his arm. Blind bastard. Then it happened Shay Cormac arrived and saved Desmond killing almost every Abestrgo agent in sight. They found Clay Kazmarek alive and muttering, and Shay refused to leave him. Being in Rome, and having previously established allies allowed a clean escape.

Ever since Desmond passed the Animus project files to his father, it seemed Leonardo with help from both the Tiber Island assassins and The Borgia had been hard at work building their own Animus. Clay insisting they have Desmond get into the Animus at Abestrgo on last time allowed him to copy the core which was the missing piece Leo needed. Desmond was back into the Animus, despite noticing the Charles Lee was present as well. By far Ezio's memories were the most complete and complex. They made Desmond charish his father, grandfather, mother, and brother all the more. They needed to move once Desmond heard Minerva's message for him.

Montriggorni was their next stop, Mario Auditore having been given a heads up, had his cottrie, meet and escort the five into the Sanctuary. Shay was in awe, Leonardo did his best to focus though was very honored to be allowed down here, Clay and Desmond had the same fond look, they were distant cousins actually. Lee simply kept quiet. Desmond was losing himself to the memories, and started screaming in his sleep scaring quite a few people. Clay and Shay often were able to calm him. Finally, they watched Ezio hide his apple in the collosuim in Rome. One thing leads to another and Lee winds up with a hidden blade in his gut as Desmond too falls to the ground mind shattered by being controlled.

Desmond finds himself on Animus Island and has help from a program Clay set up in his spare time recently just in case Desmond spiralled. With help from Haytham, Clay created an AI to mimic Haytham to a wise and comforting guide to help Desmond wake up. Desmond had to reach sync nexus with Altaïr and Ezio in order to wake up which meant more memories.

Desmond awoke seeing his parents, his brother, Shay, Clay and Leonardo. Mentor Miles was there with his red robed goons, he wore a strange red and black hidden blade. He tried to run things when Haytham finally snapped telling him that he was never Desmond's father that he was. With the cat out of the bag, they were left on their own. They had Haytham and Conner which allowed them to know what they needed to do. Connor spoke with his people saying it was time for the chosen savior to access the Grand Temple they protected for years. Haytham held the necklace which was one of the keys. Power sources were tracked, with a surprise twist, Daniel Cross and Lucy Stillman brought them two of them declaring a change in loyalties.

Now here Desmond stood, ready to die. Ready to lay it all down. But he wasn't alone. His family was there with him supporting him as he placed his hand on the device and activated the device. No one will say what happened that day, the earth was saved from the firy wrath of the sun, but Desmond survived.

[randomkposts]

"Pick a flower on earth and you move the farthest star" Paul A.M. Dirac

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You opened your eyes. And that's the first clue something has gone wrong. You opened your eyes, even though you died. 

You had accepted your fate,  running out of time, you had given your life to protect the world. 

So why did you wake up?

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However long you lay there, shocked and upset, you can not ignore the needs of your body forever. You need food. 

You go to buy food and are met with more unhappy surprises. The people have changed. Some look distinctly animal-like, others have engines in them, or can do things like shoot fire from their feet. No one looks at them weirdly, which indicates that there are enough of them, and they have been around long enough to be normalized. 

And indeed, the more you observe, the more you find the people here can do unusual things. Nothing like Pieces of Eden. These are all unusual, and apparently unaided. 

Your second problem happens when you go to a restaurant, and try to buy food. You can not read a word on the menu. Nor, once you pay attention to the conversations, can you understand a word they are saying. 

You know how to speak four languages, but not a single one can help you here. 

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You aren't proud of it, but you go back to stealing. It's not hard, the instincts of three ancestors experiences of picking pockets are here to guide you. You work out a system of sorts. 

You order off the menu by doing your best imitation of the order of the person in front of you. It gets really odd results, but it keeps you fed. Eventually, you start to remember the names of foods you prefere. 

You look for a local library hoping to find some kind of translation dictionary. It's hard when you can't even read the signs. 

Running away from home was easier. At least you knew the language.

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It doesn't last. A fragile plan to begin with, it shatters the moment someone catches on, and deduces you are a thief. And that is when a lot of things you had filtered out hit you like a ton of bricks to the face. 

This isn't your home world. You might be in Japan, but you can never go home. This is hammered in by the dog man who is arresting you. You had previously chalked it up to Japanese cosplay, but it's startlingly terrifyingly real. 

Maybe it would be easier to go along with this and find someone who knows English. Or Italian. Your Arabic is an older dialect, so that is unlikely, and your odds of finding someone who speaks Ratonhnhaké:ton's variant are so low in Japan, the odds are laughable.  

So maybe it would be easier to get arrested, but the last time you had been taken in by authorities you had ended up unwillingly in an Animus. So no, not this time. 

This time you have four ancestors worth of experience escaping and evading the law. And you put it to good use. 

You catch your breath inside a public garden. 

"Now what?" You ask the trees. 

They have no answers for you. 

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You catch a picture of you on TV. They did not get your face, thankfully, but that is still a problem. You need to get a new disguise. 

And for long term plans, you need to start doing something. It's not enough to just survive anymore. 

Most of your ancestors spent a lot of their time running the brotherhood. Which is, a thought you guess. 

You can bartend. Your barely grasped handle on the Japanese Language will impede you there. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton knows how to live off the land. Which is an option if things go really sour. At heart though, you have come to enjoy being a city person. Perhaps because it is unlike the farm. 

The fact still remains . You need to learn Japanese. You have picked up some knowledge of how to speak the language but Kanji still eludes you. Therefore, you need to find someone who can teach you. 

Maybe eagle vision can help? You haven't used it in such a way before, but there is no harm in trying. 

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*Happy birthday Desmond! It was yesterday, and while I had worked on this for a bit, Ultimately I don't think I am going to finish it. Still, other people might have fun with the thought, so I'm putting it here. Check out the fic I did post too, just below. Also readable on A03

You're free to imagine whoever you like to teach Desmond Japanese, and what he gets up to. 

… I think the original plan was to have Desmond start up the assassin's again as a vigilante group. As a cult raised Assassin, I personally don't think Desmond would be into the overt heroism business. Sometimes murder is the answer. 

"Sometimes lies are better than truths. Sometimes disclosure can do more harm than good. Sometimes secrets must stay just that- secrets. "

Lunastorm, the Turks way. Chapt 4

And I think going that way, would get him a lot of allies who couldn't or wouldn't get into the hero course. 

As well as those with a vendetta against the Hero Public Safety Commission. 

[fromashesweriseuphiddenones]

"I'm Arno Dorian. Pleasure to meet you both. Desmond has spoken highly of the two of you. He's become like a brother to me and the twins over there. Something he's never had which still pisses me off." Arno said, his English was great but it did have a french accent, almost as if he was from Louisiana. The only other woman spoke up "I'm Evie Frye, and this insufferable twat is my twin brother Jacob Frye." "Eh? Come now Eves that's not nice." Jacob said with mock hurt, understanding that Evie was just messing with him cause that is what siblings do. Jacob flashed his trademark goofy smile and said "Like Frenchie over there said Desie is a brother to Eves and I now. Poor bloke." Arno said something in French that likely meant screw you too before the trio just broke out laughing.

Eleven years since that day. By all official reports no one expected him to still be alive. Yet here he is, living in New York, right under everyone's noses, and actually still actively an assassin. Though not in any modern cells. Can't be alerting William Miles now. He's called a shadow, a ghost, a phantom. Yet no one from the modern brotherhood can keep up with him. Those who have seen him mention the brown hair, brown eyes, face scar and tattoo that are too familiar to anyone who knows him. But worrying parts of the report mentioned his blackened arm, and the markings of the ISU in that same side of his body. Those who have followed him, find he's not alone with a found family of his own. 

(Hi From Ashes We Rise Up Hidden Ones here! I thought I'd leave you a Desmond survived rp starter.)

Rebecca frowned as she went through the newest files she had acquired as part of what was being called “Lazarus.” Rather than trying to revive someone themselves, Rebecca and her partner in crime (and everything else) Shaun were clinging to hope that their friend Desmond had returned from the dead.

It was an insane hope, and one they didn’t believe in for years, but the photos were real. The security camera footage was real. And it almost seemed….intentional. Like Desmond was leaving them bread crumbs to come and find him, like a fairy tale come to life.

Rebecca and Shaun were in New York, finally, but it wouldn’t be easy. They had to hide from their fellow Assassins who wouldn’t approve, hide from the Templars who wanted them dead, all the while looking to see if Desmond really, really was alive.

[katabay]

desmond & friends modern day assassin sequences…..I miss you……..

[snailtrain]

More Safekeeping fanart 😳

[sulfies]

Just 4 more papers left…

[ethan-acfan]

Yall the reason desmond was so eager to reconnect with Bill so easily was because he was going through connor's memories and probably felt the regret that connor felt, like he should have tried just a bit harder to get haythem to see his side of things, but he couldn't. And desmond felt that guilt and decided to try. Also, the whole animus made him lose the worst of his memories at the farm, and at the time, he was just looking for any comfort he could get and all he wanted was his dad to tell him everything would be fine, but that's a whole other conversation

[teecupangel]

Altaïr and Malik bitching like an old married couple with Ezio standing like🧍in the entrance is peak comedy to me 🤣

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Altaïr & Malik: *bitching like two old gay men married for over fifty years over Altaïr's cats*

Ezio: Do they... Do they always do this?

Desmond: Yep. At least they haven't pulled out the knives yet.

Ezio: ...Scusami, knives?!

(and I bet that at some point these two had a hate fuck.)

The “Altaïr gets a cult but, more importantly, gets lots of cats against his will in Renaissance Italy” idea that is connected tot his.

By the end of it, Ezio has been corralled into the tea room, being introduced to each cat that came in at the smell of food. (Ezio had been worried that the slices of meat were supposed to go with the cookies and tea but no, they were bait to get the cats in the room).

Desmond seemed happy to just introduce every cat to Ezio and they were willing to sit pretty long enough to be introduced before taking a slice of meat and running away.

They could still hear the argument in the courtyard but they were now far enough that Ezio doesn’t know what they’re arguing this time.

“We’ll wait here until they finished throwing knives at each other.” Desmond had said earlier and Ezio was left wondering just how much the two hate each other for them to regularly try and kill each other.

(They don’t. Desmond made them deal with their ‘problems’ by giving each other a time to vent it out while throwing a knife on the poor tree in the courtyard as some kind of DIY “smash these plates to let go of your rage” kind of thing.)

(They did it once, traumatized Shaun the cat who screamed bloody murder after seeing them in the middle of it. It was a weird time for everyone)

[sforzesco]

you're SO right, how is it that the best portrayal of many italian renaissance figures comes from a bad videogame from the 2010s

wheezing I’m torn between going truly this is the best portrayal of Leonardo da Vinci we may ever get, and defending AC2 even though I’m a full time Ezio Saga Hater

[theacblade]

Currently on RA duty and wanting to kill everyone at 2am. Made this chart to make things easier.  Hope you enjoy! 

[dark-elf-writes]

WAIT OH MY GOD

He’s the first fucking medical drama. There’s so much speculation about who the women were (and their strange names because some of those are very era and region dependent) that historians combing through his work are up in arms about who they could be. Students perhaps? Children? Lovers?

But there’s absolutely no record or proof of any of them existing at the time. No letters, no taxes, no graves, nothing. And some of the dedications even sound apologetic? Why???

The conspiracy boards when no historical evidence of those names existing before the journals were published (although several came after both those intended and those that read the dedications and decided they liked the names/wanted their daughters to be like that/etc) or any proof of where the faintest ideas of the concepts in the journals is possible to find would be insane.

Like you know future Shaun has so much beef with this long dead man for starting the longest running conspiracy theory and how the hell he pulled Germ Theory out of his ass when all other evidence at the time claimed other reasons for illness.

[xduenvev]

i'm not sure if Des has this print on the back too, but it was the only way to make him look like Desmond...

[stealingpotatoes]

he's an important member of the team, layla!

happy ac day!! as always, had to draw the victim of isu bs support group <3

[amayavittori]

Desmond Miles has the vibes of a guy who would've loved Megan Thee Stallion and that's a hill I'm willing to perish clinging to

[fanworldbuildingfun]

When one starts thinking about what is now called isekai, one gets to thinking about it in relation to their favourite fandoms

Or, in other words: I do love to see Desmond pulling a foot time travel. I have written before about clothing and scents

But, shall we speak about something more mundane now?

Food

Or, specifically, sugar

(...this is not at all inspired by the comparisons of EU and US versions of the same food that I have watched recently, why do you ask?)

With sugar being so easily available these days, and used in so many products - imagine how hard Desmond would crash. Not at once. Not immediately

But there will come a time where the craving would get terrible. And fruit? Well. They can stave it for a time. Just they aren't always the cheepest

Honey? Good honey is on the pricier side even now, so unless you have access to a hive, it's not a regular thing

In short: give me a Desmond who gets caught because he was lured in by the sweet sweet promise of candy