#ShaunDes

[doubleleaf]

[koujaaku]

“Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.”

[katabay]

some kind of. miscellaneous conversation sometime during ac3?? this was actually part of a much longer scene that went in a more serious direction than I originally planned once I started drawing it. I ended up starting over, but I couldnt bring myself to delete the pages I had already started (which is why the dialogue's a little janky bc I decided to redo it before I got to the lettering stage RIP) so I cleaned them up a bit to post :') get some sleep, desmond.

[iskodraws]

gone, gone the nights (when we would lay and dream of another life) --white flash, david wirsig

I had a very intense Assassins’ Creed phase in high school, and I never really grew out of it

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[pechebeche]

Hey Peach!! I hope you're doing well :) Sooo I recently saw your post about werewolf Desmond and could you tell us more of that AU?? If you don't mind, of course

anon i. feel like i should pay you something. an excuse to talk abt my shaundes aus?? am i dreaming. what year is it

werewolves are not actually inherently connected to the moon in this verse! the transforming into a wolf thing has to be done on a regular schedule or else it’ll happen whether the person is ready or not, and they’ll be much less controlled about it - like how if you avoid falling asleep for a long time, eventually you pass out hard. most people need about one night of Wolf per month, and the moon was just the easiest way to keep time before calendars, so the tradition stuck

of course shaun does not know this. no one knows anything about werewolves. he barely knows anything about magic, and that’s just because he’s a nosy fuck who couldn’t leave well enough alone, and now his soul is magically bound to rebecca via life debt where she used her witch magics to keep him from painful vampire death

it’s not that magic is a secret. everyone knows it exists! it’s just...like knowing the mob exists. sure, they’re somewhere. people in the cities are probably more aware of them. but you don’t, like...think about too hard. there’s no written records.

WHAT, says shaun, a historian. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NO WRITTEN RECORDS.

werewolves are particularly poorly documented, because the ones of them that didn’t also happen to be serial killers mostly pretended not to be werewolves 29/30ths of the month, and people are fucking terrified of werewolves so in the rare event they are discovered, they’re usually shunned, not asked questions.

shaun, as evidenced by Not Leaving Vampire Well Enough Alone, has very little self preservation instinct. HELLO, he says to the obviously supernatural wolf that has scared away an enormous magic bear from the spot rebecca told him to gather ingredients. CAN I ASK YOU A FEW QUESTIONS.

(WHAT THE FUCK? NO, says desmond, but he unfortunately says it in dog)

the first few meetings continue in this vein, in that desmond is like not a dick and he’s not going to let this stupid vulnerable human walk alone in the magic woods, but he doesn’t want shaun to know he’s there, so in the middle of his walk shaun will just sporadically go OKAY MR WOLFMAN. HELLO. MY NAME IS SHAUN. HERE IS WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO ASK YOU and desmond continues to not answer

desmond of course is on the run from some Bad People because he’s desmond and eventually he takes so many hits that he cant help but transform and he just stumbles bleeding through the woods until he collapses

its not so much that shaun finds and bandages him. its that shaun finds him, bandages him, says “you will need more help when you are in human form,” and then offers, “i can leave those supplies at this specific location and time. i will not look to see your identity. i understand why your anonymity could have value.”

desmond...wasn’t really expecting historian man to go out of his way to keep desmond’s secrets from himself.

desmond joins him on his next walk.

[tali-zorahs]

remember when?

[teecupangel]

a compliment is when a guy has Dissociative Identity Disorder and all his alts like you (a little about Desmond with DID, only all his alts are his ancestors)

(any ship you want, but if Desmond survives, I'm leaning towards ShaunDes)

I'm just imagining Shaun having to deal with Desmond's 'three fathers' who dislike him, like him, and doesn't really care about him.

"Haytham doesn't count. He's more like that uncle with political views no one in the family likes that Desmond is forced to invite for holiday dinner."

"So what you're saying is that dating Desmond is like being in a family dinner with your boyfriend 24/7?"

"..."

[caiminnent]

Snippet Sunday

“He’s got wings and that’s how he treats them,” Shaun mutters, frowning down at the display. At least four [of the feathers] on the upper line are bent in the middle, another three right behind his left shoulder, probably more where he can’t see. Shit, Lucy’s really gonna kill him this time.

There’s no discreet way to fix the couple that he might be able to reach; he hides the urge, the itch to shift under a shrug. “That jealousy that I hear, Hastings?”

Shaun snorts. “Not with the sort of fate that comes with the feathers, it’s not.”

Fair enough.

[mysticalfg]

Hopping on this trend with shaundes, does anyone still care abt them? Well too bad I do

[stealingpotatoes]

shaun has a Realisation™ about Des thanks to Elijah's existence

[n4c9s]

Happy birthday, Shaun Hastings! Have this comic I drew in 2020

[aro-simp]

did anyone post this on here yet?

ShaunDes nation how we feeling?

[koujaaku]

Codextober '23, Day 7: Ghost

"I had this colleague. He was our boss's son. I didn't much care for him at the start. Everyone treated him like he was so bloody special. To me, he just wasn't invested in anything that didn't affect him personally. But, I was wrong about him. He became my friend. Put himself through hell. And he saved us all in the end. So I reckon… Well, I can't apologize to him, but I can, I don't know. I can try and live up to his example."

[katabay]

wish you were here!

if I think too much about the modern day sequences of ac3, I get. emotional. wondering what we could've had in later ac games if certain Events and Decisions regarding the narrative were not made.

[miralyk]

slowly drawing the rest of the makeout meme sticker versions for the ship charms, i'll keep updating my listings for people wanting these for some reason LMAO i'm totally not being lazy just reusing the same desmond art idk what you're talking about

☕️ k*-fi ☕️

📦 b*gcartel 📦

[pechebeche]

Hi!! This is your excuse to tell us more about any shaundes AU, headcanon or whatever you like. I just love your shaundes content!!

thank u!!! i love making it so it works out <3 here’s one of my fav silly little scenes to daydream about that i never thought id have an excuse to put in writing!

Shaun’s not always productive when he comes out to see Bird, of course - Rebecca doesn’t need that many ingredients, and since they have more potency at specific times they’re picked, there really isn’t even a point in looking except on certain days. But he tries to be productive. When they had started meeting regularly, it had been weekly, and Shaun has no inclination to change that schedule. Bringing the papers he needs to grade, hovering on the edge of the woods were the danger is little, and thinking out loud so that Bird knows he’s there to meet, is a pretty good excuse most of the time. This week, though, he is actually looking for something - some sort of three-leafed thing with plant warts. Shaun’s not a botanist.

It occurs to him, suddenly, in the middle of inspecting this warty-but-tragically-four-leafed plant. “You know,” he says, with a caution that has Bird pausing in their suspicious sniffing of a perfectly normal tree. “It would be kind of funny if after all this, it turned out you were just a regular wolf.”

Shaun wonders sometimes if Bird is an extremely expressive person, or if they just exaggerate all of their movements when in wolf form for Shaun’s benefit. Their whole being exudes the sense of looking into a camera with disdain. It’s impressive.

“It’s technically possible,” Shaun argues. He pushes to his feet with a sigh and a mournful look at the not-quite-right plant. “You can’t directly prove otherwise. Maybe you just happened to have barked in specific patterns that I misinterpreted as meaningful, and to - to draw things in dirt. Maybe that was all a really weird ongoing coincidence.”

Bird doesn’t even bother to bark at him, just rolls their eyes and begins to trod further along the path they’ve been leading since Shaun described what he was looking for. “Avoiding the question!” he declares, jogging to catch up with the super giant wolf legs. “You could be someone’s pet who is trained to respond to very specific instructions. Well, you’ve fooled me long enough, Bird. Now I know the truth. You are simply a very good boy.”

Bird looks up at the trees as if there is some celestial answer to why his human is so fucking weird. Shaun grins, smug.

The next week, when Bird arrives, trots up to Shaun, and promptly drops a piece of paper into Shaun’s lap on which has been cleanly typed ‘ITS NOT A COINCIDENCE, ASSHOLE,’ Shaun laughs harder than he can remember in a while.