#dandes

[teecupangel]

(i sent my prev ask unfinished ignore it pls)

i was wondering because i have seen you talk about multiple desmond ships… any daniel cross/desmond headcanons or ideas?

I swore I’ve gotten an ask about Daniel x Desmond but I can’t find it.

For all I know, I could have just imagined it hahahaha

So let’s go full on regression setup XD

Cross wakes up back in Abstergo New York Branch. According to the calendar app in his ‘old’ phone, he had an appointment with Warren Vidic in 10 minutes.

Now that he thought about it…

He was standing in the hallway that would lead to meeting room that had been ‘set’ as the place in his calendar app’s meeting reminder.

He must have been walking towards it when he stopped to… what?

Have a vision of the future?

Or to have his conscious be taken over by his future dead self?

Either way, Daniel already knew what the meeting was about.

He would be tasked to lead the team sent to kidnap a Desmond Miles and transfer him to the research facility in Rome.

.

It was supposed to be an easy snatch and grab.

Desmond Miles was weak.

Too tired from working a double shift.

Too used to a never-changing daily life.

That was what happened in the previous timeline.

Desmond tried to put up a fight.

He even managed to hit one of the men on the neck hard enough that the man might not be able to speak anytime soon.

But he was outnumbered, rusty and tired.

There was no way for him to escape.

That was what was supposed to happen.

And now…

Daniel looked at the carnage around the supposed tired overworked underpaid runaway Assassin.

Every man who tried to charge him were on the ground, dead from precise single strikes that aimed at their neck.

And Desmond Miles…

Not a single drop of blood even touched him.

The only thing bloodied was the simple knife he had. A lean sharp knife that would have probably been used slicing garnishes for drinks.

A knife he didn’t have in the previous timeline.

Desmond flicked his wrist, cleaning off the knife’s blade effortlessly.

Daniel’s lips curved into a manic grin as Desmond faced him.

Instead of confusion and fear…

Desmond looked at him with a blank expression.

Befitting a Master Assassin.

“You came back too, didn’t you?” Daniel asked as he unholstered his gun.

He could fire off a shot or two before Desmond reached him.

He’d hit him.

He has never felt clearer than he did right now.

Nikolai has been silent this entire time.

Maybe it was because he wasn’t the old Daniel Cross.

Or maybe…

It was because Desmond Miles loves more beautiful than ever.

The determination to kill Daniel clear in his eyes.

[seventhstrife]

I reread that one cross our ❤️S prompt where Alex finds Desmond on the edge of the roof, and now I really want to know how his other love interests would react in that scenario (Delsin, Clay, Daniel, etc)

also when I read the update 4 step by step I legit hugged my iPad.

Delsin:

would fucking PANIC oh my god, it would really fuck him up to see des like that...he's already lost reggie, he literally can't watch anyone else fall 😭😭😭

Clay:

he'd understand more than anyone how it feels to barely cling to your sanity, so he'd be sad, but not surprised, especially since he knows how using the animus so aggressively takes something fundamental out of you. he'd be able to coax des from the edge just with words because he just Gets It, and he'd kidnap des for some real peace of mind in his own way

Daniel:

I imagine daniel likes to act aloof and uncaring, but catching des in that headspace, so close to the edge of a roof would terrify him! he doesn't do well with feeling helpless and is definitely the type to tackle first, ask questions later. lots of furious, desperate yelling, shaking, what the fuck was that?! and after they'd both calmed down, he'd drag des to get some REAL sleep (under his watch) and tell William to go fuck himself and put himself in charge of des from that point on. he understands the stakes, but he can't imagine des losing his mind or offing himself is part of some Grand Plan

AAAAAAAA and thank you for the step by step feedback! <333 I'm hoping to post more, obviously, since we have SO FAR to go in the fic, but we'll see how this year treats me!

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dandelion's clothes are always either too big or too small for him (because he steals them)

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funny fashion friends

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leon…

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stupids

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Champion of Galar 👑💕

[temtamtom]

Please ignore the fact I accidentally posted this and then deleted it okay anyways

These two have had a myriad of personal conflicts over the years. They had a difficult relationship as children and then spent the rest of their adolescence and early adulthood separately. They interacted, of course, and they saw each other as brothers, but that was it. We are related by blood, but I don’t see you as FAMILY family. If that makes sense. But if I had to pick their biggest fight, it would be:

Tl;Dr: Emotions were running high and unchecked after Italian unification, leading to a blow-out fight when Romano announced that he was moving to America for a little while.

I need to provide some context and explain my headcanons, so this might be a long one kjdfgk I hope it makes sense! Also, a warning because my Feli isn't all that canon-compliant ;; but I think he's a bit more accurate to the northern attitudes of the time

There's a common headcanon within the fandom that Romano was entirely against unification and resisted it from the start. I think this is a bit of an inaccurate and an over-simplified perspective. By the early and mid 1800s, there were many instances of uprisings against absolutism in Southern Italy, which strove for more liberal ideals. The revolutionaries wanted a constitutional monarchy, or even a republic. Through their uprisings and the creation of a secret, revolutionary network across the peninsula, revolutionary ideals began to spread throughout and inspire others.

This is of course a gross oversimplification of the history, but I’m bringing this all up to illustrate the idea that Romano was starting to grow tired of the “status quo”, and was desperate for a change. Unification wasn’t necessarily what he had in mind at first, especially when we consider that he and Feliciano were pretty distant at this point in time. However he soon got swept up in the fervor and optimism of the patriots, and he began to believe in their vision. He believed in a future where he could finally be truly independent- free to call the shots and live his life freely without the worry of being tossed around and claimed by other European powers. He believed in a future where, maybe, he could have a family again. To fix what was broken between him and Feliciano. Romano may come across as quite crude, but he’s a very passionate man. Someone who loves and craves so deeply, to the point where his heart/imagination can far outrun him.

So imagine the betrayal felt when he realized that unification wasn’t working in his favour. He was practically discarded, and seen as “lesser than” his northern brother. His brother, who treated him as an oddity, and had an air of moral superiority over Romano. They kept each other at arm's length, as though they were roommates forced to endure the other, rather than two brothers sharing a home. Disillusioned and hurt, Romano felt like a fool for believing in a dream that didn’t come true. 

Feliciano struggled with many emotional grievances, which Romano wasn’t privy to. He lost his long-time husband/partner just a few decades prior, and instead of taking the time to confront the grief, he picked himself back up and turned his attention towards independence and unification. He threw himself head first into uprisings, wars, political negotiations, and rallies- all to achieve this patriotic goal of forming “Italy”, and perhaps to distract himself from the loss (though he won’t admit it). He also thought, maybe foolishly, that his life would get better after unifying with his brother. That he would have a family again, that he wouldn’t feel so alone, that he would love and be loved and they could hold hands and skip happily into a field of sunshine and rainbows and everything would be okay– 

What should have brought them together, they both realized, seemed to drive a deeper wedge between them. The reality was that they were incompatible. They couldn’t stand each other. To Feliciano, Romano was nothing but an uncivilized brute who only complained and never wanted to work, and lived to insult him every day. To Romano, Feliciano was a pompous, stuck-up elite asshole who refused to acknowledge the very real pain and disillusionment of his new, southern citizens. Both brothers felt as though everything- all the blood, sweat, and tears- was just a massive waste.

As you can imagine, it was a VERY tense and unhappy household for many reasons. They began to argue. A LOT. Fights that were far uglier than the scraps they had as children. It got to a point where they couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as each other.

It all came to a head, however, when Romano announced that he was leaving. He had his motives, reasonable ones too, but Feliciano didn’t see that. All he saw was his no-good, lazy brother abandoning him and their country after all the effort they put into creating it, leaving him with all the stress and work while he galavants off to America. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The announcement devolved into an explosive fight. Things were said that, to this day, haven’t been fully forgiven. With all the anger and tension, they probably threw in a few good punches as well. Romano eventually left, and Feliciano thought to himself “Good riddance”. However as time wore on, they couldn’t help but think about the other, wonder how they were doing, and reflect on how they parted ways. 

Things were still a bit tense when Romano returned, and they didn’t acknowledge the fight for a while. However, they began putting a bit more effort into rekindling their relationship. It took some time, and it wasn’t an easy journey, but they’re in a much healthier place now than before. They’re glued at the hip, they share everything, they know every little quirk and detail about the other, and they’ve begun to love each other as family (though teasing and head-butting is a common occurrence). 

If you asked them back then if they would go through unification, they would be incredibly iffy. But if you asked them now, they would likely say yes. They wouldn't trade their brother for anything in the world.

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Leon icons with a perching Rai

Art trade with someone :> //they wish to stay anon

[boobachu]

Man the animators really put their whole pussy into animating the final battle

God when the theme song came on it was seismic.

Really

[mozarika]

Dandadan today’s manga panel out of context

[deeplyrottenworld]

"when ur close to me..." -Gorillaz

[philistiniphagottini]

Hi Hi! I saw Champion Leon was on the list of hyper focuses and I had a request for him!

May I please request chubby fem Reader comforting Leon after he lost his title, realizing it hit him harder than he expected. Like she offers to cook for him, run him a bath, anything to make him feel better (Sorry, If this is a mess. I always get nervous when I request)

Hi Anon, thank you for the request. I really, really liked this one it was interesting to think about and write. I hope you enjoy it :)

cw. light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, female reader, chubby reader

No matter how many Champion matches you attended, you don’t think you could ever get used to the feeling. The bright flashing of the lights, the fierce clash of Pokémon, the roar of the crowds, the palpable tension that you could feel tingling in the back of your throat as you waited with baited breath with each and every move called out by the Trainer. You are convinced that your ears were still ringing by the time you and Leon arrived back to your humble abode, late into the evening after yet another one of his Champion matches. Usually, you would think about retiring for the night and recovering from such a rambunctious evening but tonight was different. 

Leon was his usual bright and cheery self as trailed after you, seemingly still brimming and buzzing with energy even long after the match was over. He talked your ear off like he normally did, until it felt like they were going to fall off as he recounted every single detail of the prior match and gave his input on what was going through his head at the time. You enjoyed listening to him and would nod along but something wasn’t quite sitting right with you. When you turned to face, making him stop in his tracks, and offered him a warm smile, the one he returned didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Are you feeling alright?” you inquired. 

Leon nodded in response, a grin still plastered on his face. His smile still was reflected in his eyes. 

“Of course” he replied with a chipper chime. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

A small frown tugged at your lips and your tongue suddenly felt like lead in your mouth as your throat went dry. Leon had been acting just a little odd ever since his match ended. The Champion match that he lost. He had taken it well when the dust settled and Galar’s undefeatable Champion had finally been toppled. He took it all in stride, smiling and waving at the cheering crowd of the stadium as his defeat was announced through all of Galar. Hop wasn’t as cheerful as his older brother had been, blowing up both your phones with messages and calls to make sure that Leon was alright. And you had reassured him that everything was fine and he was taking the loss well. A little too well, at this point. 

You politely cleared your throat when you realised you had been staring blankly at Leon for just a tad too long at this point. You forced another smile, the gears in your head turning as you thought of something you could do, some way you could comfort Leon after the sting of his loss. He must need a reprieve, right? 

“Is there anything you want me to do?” you asked, eyes flickering around the room as you pondered on your thoughts. “I could make you something to eat?”

“Don’t worry about it. I ate before the match.”

“Oh. Then how about a hot bath? I could run you one before hopping into bed” you said counting on your fingers as you started to list off the things you could do. “Or we could just watch some TV. And get snacks. Ahh wait, you said you weren’t hungry.”

You were so busy rambling that you didn’t really take notice as Leon approached you, his footfalls light as he took a few easy strides and closed the distance between you. Your shoulders jumped up to your ears when a shadow fell over your face and a surprised gasp whistled through your teeth when Leon placed his cap on top of your head. 

“Lee?” you questioned, a concerned tone tinting your voice. 

Another surprised noise stirred in the back of your throat as you were suddenly taken in his arms, strong, corded muscles wrapping tight around your plump waist as he drew you closer to him. He squeezed you tight as you placed your hands on his chest, feeling his thunderous heart beating beneath your fingertips as he peered up at him beneath the shadow of his cap. 

“Leon?” you asked again.  

“Don’t worry about me” he said, eyes glassy and voice warbling in his throat when he swallowed thickly.

The worried look that flashed across your face was the final blow and he didn’t think he could take it anymore. His breath stuttered and his chest felt tight when you gave him that sad pout, the plump skin of your bottom lip pinched between your teeth and sadness shimmering in the depths of your eyes. It made his knees wobble and it felt like they were about to buckle.

“Aw come on, don’t give me that look.”

His legs finally gave out and he slowly sank to the floor, dragging you down with him as you huddled together on your knees. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and you could feel the tremble in his hands as he pulled on the back of your shirt. Your hands came to cradle the nape of his neck as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, the scruff of his beard tickling your skin as long wisps of his hair cascaded down your shoulders in a flurry of vibrant purple. He was still wearing his uniform and you could smell the dirt of the pitch clinging to the fabric mixed with the beads of perspiration that still clung to his back. His breath was ragged as it puffed against your skin and you could hear his voice scratching in his throat when he spoke, pushed through dry and cracked lips. 

“Hah, I didn’t think it would hit this hard” he said. 

You didn’t need him to clarify. You knew what he meant as you hugged him tighter, swallowing down your tears as a soft sniffle tickled your nose. He had been Galar’s proclaimed undefeatable Champion for so long that even he had started to believe that it was true. He was idolised, respected and admired by so many from Galar and beyond. He was the pillar to climb, the mountain to conquer and the obstacle to overcome at the pinnacle. But now, he had been toppled. He knew this day would come, that one day someone would come along and prove that not even he was infallible. In the moment, he had been so ecstatic for the achievement that he hadn’t shed a single tear and had joined the roar of the crowd in applause. Leon always took his losses well. He had been happy, truly. He held no remorse nor any bitter feelings. He had given it his all and there were no regrets. But now, that everything had settled, there was a single thought on his mind: 

“What now?” Leon mumbled into the crook of your neck.

What was to come next for the former champion? Where did he go from here? What did the future hold? The flood of adrenaline that finally fizzled out of his body was sapping the last of his strength. His mind was still in a tizzy and he couldn’t think straight without little black dots swirling in his vision. He didn’t know whether he was going to cry or throw up. Or both. Was both an option? The tension in his muscles was knotting and it left behind stinging burns that would still be sore come the morning yet Leon didn’t know if he could think that far ahead. There was a storm in his mind and it felt like he was falling overboard in the waves. Before his head could spiral any further, you called to him, the anchor in the storm and the calm in the violent hurricane of emotions. 

“I don’t know what comes next, Leon” you softly spoke. 

You rubbed your hand along the curve of his spine, the tips of your fingers tracing over the notches as you helped to soothe the erratic beat of his heart. After a long moment of silence, you could feel it start to work as the muscles in his body started to ease, his nose brushing along the hollow of your throat as he took a deep and calming breath. Eventually, it started to match with your own calm breaths the longer you held him, fingers twisting in his hair as you pressed your lips to his forehead. A hum stirred in his chest as your calming scent invaded his senses, the flutter of his lashes brushing over your skin as squeezed your sides. 

“I’m sure we can figure it out together” you reassured Leon. 

You were unsure of what else you could do. This was the best you could do at the moment and right now, it was all Leon wanted. You could get through this situation together, he knew that he could pull through this, especially with your love and support; something that he was grateful that he received every day with unyielding devotion. He felt the strong love you felt for him as you cradled him in his arms, easing his worries and here to reassure him. It made his heart swell with affection and it felt like a flock of Butterfree were fluttering around his stomach. 

You felt small droplets wet the skin of your neck and soak into the fabric of your shirt as Leon tucked his face deeper into the side of your throat, lips moving over your pulse as his voice tickled your ear in a whisper. 

“Can we stay like this, just a little longer?”

You hummed softly, brushing your fingers through Leon’s hair and tucking a long strand behind his ear.

“We can stay here for as long as you want.”

[heybiji]

His hand hovers over the hilt of his dagger...

Dandelion was about to kill an enemy drow who was tied down and defenseless, but hearing his party member's voice caught his attention first. Dande's also in a bit of a confused haze, having cast a new spell by accident (Hunger of Hadar) that plunged the enemies and himself into a freezing, eldritch darkness full of whispers, acid tongues, and the grazing of teeth, which reminded him a lot of being home. He may have thought it was his mother...

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