#it’s actually desmond

[teecupangel]

This is gonna be long, honey soooo… buckle up.

We have Desmond linked to the God of Wine, Dionysus / Bacchus with this fic (show some love and kudos this please, I adore this concept).

However, what if Desmond by chance ( Isu bullshit)  that he absorbed when he touched the Eye as he time travels back In the Renaissance before the Auditore family execution event, it manifested in him having demi-god traits but with two Gods I have in mind.

1. Aphrodite or Venus, goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and procreation. Accidentally becoming a matchmaker for people like Des incidentally shoved a man by mistake who the man then bumped into a woman, BOOM! the two madly fell in love at first sight and married with children or his charm increases, making people fall in love with Desmond. This adds angst if Desmond discovered this power,  He has low self-esteem and is severely traumatized (fuck you William for that). He would believe they really don’t love him especially the assassins and it’s just a illusion they do. Actually they do, the power only boosted his charisma but Desmond doesn’t know this shhhhh.

2. Eros or Cupid, god of carnal love. 16 year old Desmond with his newfound freedom after running away from the Farm. It’s no surprise he could be a sexually liberated man especially he’s a hot bartender to hook up in the back alley of Bad Weather. He might dabbled in BDSM, he’s a switch, but preferably doms. He also got a vasectomy to avoid impregnating a woman no Elijah in thishe believes that he shouldn’t have children, after having narcissistic father and possibly an emotionally neglectful mother can do that. An ability to sense lust or desires of a person in eagle vision could be possible.

With that being explained, regardless of which God, these abilities have pros & cons. Desmond when he is in the Renaissance, he’ll be low-key but he can’t stand out and without the currency to have a peaceful life, we needs a job. By some gift of the universe or it hates him. He ended up as a bodyguard of Rosa in Fiore by saving some courtesans from aggressive drunken men while in his clothes devolved in rags by the heat of the Eye when arrived, making him look like a beggar, good thing it was night time so his face wasn’t seen by the girls.

Its been weeks doing this job, Desmond have saved plenty coins but not enough to buy land far away and live his life maybe as a farmer or open a tavern. Lately, he been feeling unwell, no matter he drank to quench his thirst, his throat is dry as if he been in dessert with no water survive and started having hot flashes. It could just because of the clothes he donned, not a single silver lining of his skin is shown except the upper part of his face and hair but he was assumed it was if it were the fact he started having wet dreams, from memory of his many hook ups in New York or some constructed with people with no faces. He gets aroused, yes, but he has self-restraint but he also frustrated and losing his rationale.

“Dezmund~” Bianca, a courtesan who been attempting to lure him to bed. The other courtesans entertaining the patrons who had too much wine, too busy to notice the two, giving them a sense of privacy. “Bianca” he nodded with one brow raised at her. Bianca practically started to entice him with her usual flirting to him. You know what, fuck it, he thought, he proceeded to ———————

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Yeeeaaaahhhh…i won’t be too detailed so it won’t be overbearing. So giving you the mental picture is that Desmond used his knowledge of BDSM, blindfoled and tied Bianca and used her mouth to empty his frustration while he is still completely clothed. He gave her sweet aftercare and realizing his symptoms are gone and his mind is clear and —- oh fuccccckkkkkk he unintentionally created a chain reaction after this event involving himself more to the Brotherhood, the Auditore family and Leonardo

Anyway, thanks for reading this till the end, mwah <3

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Additions by teecup:

… that sounds like Desmond has the curse of an Incubus, needing to ‘unload’ his pent up energy to another person.

And you know who would be fascinated by it?

Leonardo Da Vinci.

Perhaps it was during one of the times that Leonardo went to a brothel to find ‘inspiration’. Maybe it was because he had been nursing a crush on Desmond who was unattainable to his eyes, a simple bodyguard meant to keep everyone safe.

He would see the complicated expression on his face. The frustration in his eyes.

And the flushed cheeks.

Oh, Leonardo would be smitten but he’d try to act like a friend, as any attraction he might have pales in comparison to his worries concerning Desmond’s wellbeing.

Desmond sees him and finds himself being unable to lie to Leonardo.

He needed to tell someone about his problems and he trusted Leonardo.

So Leonardo listens and…

Things start to snowball from there.

At first, it was simply Leonardo trying to help Desmond while studying his ‘affliction’.

Then it became more for the thrill and pleasure they would receive from one another.

Desmond becomes Leonardo’s muse and sometimes his model…

Maria Auditore saw Leonardo’s potential and started commissioning him…

Federico comes in to get one of the finished commissions and… finds Leonardo and Desmond in a very compromising situation.

Instead of leaving… Federico decided to join in.

And Desmond knew that Federico was hiding something but it would be a while before he realized that during this time, two years before the fated day that the Auditores would be executed, Federico was already on his way to becoming a member of the Brotherhood…

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Also… maybe Leonardo and Desmond have an open relationship which will give us more option for Desmond to ‘partner’ up with (like maybe… La Volpe??? XD)

[c0zyrainfall]

The whole reason he didn't want to dance with her was because he was too nervous to hold her hand 🥺

[amamamumumumu]

yaay damianyaweek 🎉 Day 1: prom

[peachducy]

[naarinn]

What if endo hit her with Shoujo beam too

[katabay]

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

[several-worms]

dropping this INSANE piece of personal trauma mid-convo and then not elaborating???? is he crazy

[yoxnire]

[fatfart200]

ohyeaheah i love theise guys

[mike----wazowski]

yk as much as i hate desmond's death. and i mean it, i HATE desmond's death (bc it's an art-defying soulless rushed corporate decision intended to keep churning out content rather than complete the story the original creator intended)

i do quite like how they completely switch up on the tropes of the heroic sacrifice. they don't make it out to be some grand greater good thing where desmond is revered. it's undeniably heroic but it's also horribly sad and empty. the imagery of his broken hidden blade on the ground as abstergo drag away his body bag. the voice notes where you realise this was just a troubled young man, anxious and trying to work things out but never given the chance (twenty five is so very young). it's different from the usual romanticisation of sacrifice and i guess i quite like that aspect of it, it doesnt make you feel warm and satisfied bc the hero saved the day, it just... makes you so sad for him

not to give ubisoft too much credit though. he was doomed by the narrative but bc the narrative was stupid...

[miralyk]

it’s his!! day!!! happy birthday desmond, love and miss you 🎉

(+ bonus too for fun lmao)

[peanutseagle]

sillies under the cut

[wolfofartblock]

1.

“Here's that beer, Alex.”

Predictably, the other said nothing.  In all the months since he'd started coming to Bad Weather, Desmond had only gotten his name and a few one-word answers from the guy.  It was fine, though.  He wasn't the first customer who just wanted a quiet space to unwind after work, and he wouldn't be the last.

He walked away to hand over another table's drinks, peering into the reflections of the glasses as he did so.  Just like every night, Alex was watching him.

2.

He hadn’t really noticed it before now.  Customers causing problems and picking fights at his job had gone down in recent months, something his coworkers always attributed to Desmond’s own presence. Desmond, the closest thing Bad Weather had to a bouncer, throws out disruptive jerks once and they decide to haunt some other poor bar, never to show their faces again.  He just wishes this jerk continued the tradition.

Waiting for him until after closing?  Was this guy’s ego that bruised?

He shook off the thoughts and got to work laying him out a second time that night, not noticing the unmoving shadow on the street watching the scene unfold.

3.

In the early morning hours, between dragging himself home after a long night and waking up way too early for the next day, a knock rings loudly through his empty apartment.  Desmond’s heart stops at the sound before it stutters back to life at the reminder his landlord loves to bother the residents, even when it’s dark out like it is now.  He stands warily to go answer the door, pocketing a small knife and keeping in mind escape routes.

No one is outside when he looks through the peephole, not that he could see much with the lack of light.  He opens the front door just wide enough to confirm for himself, yet the hallway is still empty.  The flutter of paper catches his attention, and he looks down thinking it to be some notice the landlord left behind.

Instead, a stained yellow sticky note sits innocently enough by his feet, and beside it, body parts: teeth, a hand, an eye.  All of them bloody, none of them cut cleanly.  But worst amongst it all, are the words sloppily scribbled onto the note in bleeding pen.

For Desmond.

Original Sketch under the cut

[peachducy]

Military Fashion Show (Azran Legacy spoilers)

[naarinn]

THE THEORY WAS RIGHT. DAMIAN'S GONNA BE THE FIRST

[murasaki-cha]

*crashing sounds as I violently fall off a chair*

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUC-