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Yeah that first one is it thanks!! I didn’t realize he wasn’t actually holding it I just remembered it wrong lol
Hey does anyone have that one concept art from forsaken of Uldren holding the ace of spades kinda suggestively? Like sitting down leaning backwards? I need for reference photo reasons 🥺
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Hey does anyone have that one concept art from forsaken of Uldren holding the ace of spades kinda suggestively? Like sitting down leaning backwards? I need for reference photo reasons 🥺
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MARA SOV, ULDREN SOV AND PETRA VENJ in DESTINY 2: FORSAKEN.
#I didn’t even realize how much she missed by until I saw this gif#I fired and then I missed#destiny 2
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Xivu Arath: I AM THE HAND WRAPPED AROUND YOUR THROAT...
Me: You promise🥺🥺??
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Anyway this is what I ended up using the nezarec sticker for
#destiny 2#destiny#nezarec#season of the plunder#season of defiance#destiny lightfall#destiny 2 art#destiny 2 lightfall#lightfall#root of nightmares
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#destiny 2#destiny#beyond light#destiny art#destiny 2 beyond light#nezarec#season of the plunder#osiris#saint 14
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The eliksni quarter fundraising effort had the vibe of finding loose change in the vending machine and between couch cushions LOL. Guardians featured belong to these folks on twitter: Hezart1 TidalWavesLion @JMarsTweets xEclipseWarrior ninerivens starflightart Lavenderarts_
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Gave my Titan a special pirate season outfit, based on her official armor
This mission had me so scared for a second 🥺 so glad Eido is okay
#destiny 2#destiny#beyond light#destiny art#destiny 2 beyond light#season of the plunder#Eido#eido daughter of misraaks#misraaks#mithrax#mithrax kell of light#xol#whisper of the worm#destiny titan
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The phantom had been right. The Fanatic had been waiting for him.
There was a set of caves beneath the Dreaming City, which were ridiculously difficult to navigate. It was easy to get turned around and lost, and Crow had to rely pretty heavily on Glint for guidance. He knew at one point he had known these caves like the back of his hand, once, in another life. But he tried hard not to think too hard about that. He pushes on, only to stop as the cave before him widens significantly.
The Crow stops in his tracks, a shiver racking his body as the smell of rot and decay becomes nearly overwhelming. He turns to Glint, worry lining his face. “Hey.” He says, as quietly as he can. “Glint.”
Glint turns to look at his Guardian, turning away from the abandoned Raider shield on the ground. “Yeah?” He responds, trying his best to whisper.
“I..I want you to stay here, okay? Out of sight and away from any possible danger. I just-“ He breaks off for a moment, choking on his own fear and dread. “I don’t want my choices to result in you getting hurt.”
Glint hovers quietly for a moment, taking in the anxiousness and, above all, the quiet determination in his Guardian. “No way.” He says, giving his body a little shake. “I can’t leave you to face this alone. I let you face Uldren alone, I-I don’t feel right doing that again.”
Crow fidgets with the edge of his cape, his eyebrows knitted together and those golden eyes filled with tears. He reaches forward, hugging Glint to his chest. After a moment, he nods. “Okay. Alright. But..but please stay out of sight. I don’t know how he’ll react to you. I..I don’t even know how he’ll react to me.”
Glint nods his shell excitedly, pressing himself into the hood of Crow’s cape, and dimming his light. “Okay. I’m ready. And hey, I believe in you. You’ll be okay.”The Crow smiles, briefly, before taking a deep breath, and nearly choking on the smell again. “Uhg. I don’t know how he could stand the smell.”
The large cave was lit with a few, flaring, blue torches, each set into a wall, but providing little light in the center. But Crow didn’t need the light to tell him what that huge, lumbering figure, sitting in the middle was. It was sitting stock still, only to turn slowly, and look at him. Or, well, Crow thought it was looking at him, but it was hard to tell with the mask covering the face.
The once Archon stands slowly, two hands clutching the rather elegant staff, while the other two were curled into fists at his side. And then, he bows. A deep, reverent bow, like one would to a king…or a prince. Crow felt a heave of discomfort rattle his stomach, and he has to tense to keep himself from shaking, or worse, fleeing. “Fikrul?” He manages to choke out, as the Scorn Baron rises from his bow.
“It is me..Father..” came the hoarse, ruined voice that had once been so smooth, and soft. He could remember it, deep in his mind if he tried, but he pushes it away.
“I-“ Crow’s hands shake as he raises them, palms facing out. “I need to talk to you. I have good news and..and bad news.” Fikrul, the Fanatic said nothing for a long moment, too long for comfort. This was his Father, yes. But not quite. The scent was off. It smelled of oil, and grease, and undeniably…Light. A low growl prickles the Baron’s throat, but he allows the thing pretending to be Uldren Sov closer to him, kneeling down so as to not frighten the thing. The ghost, whatever it was.
“I saw you die.” The words were laced with a grief so deep it could have cut Crow.
The Lightbearer takes a moment to calm his nerves before speaking again, staring up at the impassive mask before him. “I know. That’s..that’s the bad news. I’ll..yeah. I’ll start there.”
It took what felt like an hour to relay the story in its full. How he had been killed as Uldren Sov, though Crow politely left out who did it. How Glint had found him, and resurrected him, as a Guardian. This got a shocked, deep growl from Fikrul, claws digging into the sandy cave floor. But, he allowed Crow to continue his story.
Crow explained how he had been hated, and how he had hidden his identity at the advice of The Spider. How he had been taken in, for lack of a better word, by the old Eliksni Baron. How a Guardian, the Young Wolf, had bought his freedom. How he had traveled to the Tower, and made friends. Made..almost family.
He explained how Savathûn had invaded the Tower, and how she had given him his memories back. How he had been intrigued, and if he was honest, deeply afraid of Fikrul and the other Barons. And how, after a series of events Crow wouldn’t elaborate on, he had gone to find that which scared him; and yet, intrigued him most.
The Crow sits in silence after his spiel, taking slow, deep breaths to try and steady himself. Fikrul had said nothing the entire time he had spoke, but now the Ex-Archon bowed his head in thought. Or perhaps, prayer.
When he finally looks up again, all of his eyes are on Crow. He can practically feel them burning into his face, looking for the familiarity. And then he speaks, slowly, but firmly. “You..have changed much. You have..become the very thing we sought to destroy…” Crow tenses, fear rising in his belly. He prepares to run if he needs to, if the Baron goes to attack him. But he doesn’t. Instead, Fikrul stands, and stretches deeply.
“My loyalty to Uldren Sov never wavered.” The Baron states, shaking his helmed head. “Even after his death. You are not my Father. And yet…” His voice trails away, for a long moment. It felt like he was betraying Uldren, and yet, he couldn’t be. Not if this was true, and he could feel it, deep in his chest, in his heart and soul, that it was. “And yet, you are his truest form. You are him without the corruption, without the darkness.” His voice hisses the words, though, there was no malice to them. After a moment, he kneels down in front of Crow, head bowed.
“If you wish it, I am yours to command.”
The Crow shakes his head, and takes a breath. “I don’t want to command you anywhere. I just.” He couldn’t think of the right words, and he falters. “I’m so sorry I left you. I’m sorry I left you alone, that I didn’t come back for you right away I just. I was so caught up in thinking that I wasn’t Uldren, that truly I never was him, that I didn’t stop and think that I should do something anyways. I..I can’t condone Uldren’s actions. I never would have raised an undead army, you know? But..but I think I understand why he did now, you know? It wasn’t a hatred for the world like I thought it had been. It was compassion. A deep, world changing compassion, and I..I wish I had figured that out sooner. Maybe none of this would have happened the way it did, you know?”
He reaches forward, putting on hand on the back of Fikrul’s closest hand. “I don’t hate you. Not anymore. And I’m sorry I ever did. I can’t ask you to change your ways for me, not again. That would be horribly selfish of me. But..i-I don’t know. I guess I just..”
He breaks off, staring up at Fikrul hopefully. Maybe his message had gotten across anyways, maybe..despite everything it could still all work out.
Fikrul did not respond in a way Crow had expected, but the Scorned Baron’s voice was quiet, hoarse and rough, but quiet. “I no longer control most of the Scorn. There are..very few that still maintain their loyalty…to me, and they are all here, in the Dreaming City. A greater evil, and greater Darkness envelopes them, and has taken what remains of my Family from me.”
He leans down then, and very carefully cups the side of Crow’s face with one, clawed hand.
“Except you. You have returned to me, despite everything.” The Fanatic pauses, shaking his head.
“I will join you, to fight this thing in the Dark. I would not let my Family be taken from me again.”
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DENIED
(my 2nd animation^^)
Unfortunately the original quality was lost due to the app being uncooperative -_-
Reblogs are appreciated!
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