every now and then i am reminded that drifter was at one point canonically implied to be sleeping with rahool for access to the cryptarchy archives and i take psychic damage
the whole point of a zine is that it's cheap to produce, amateur and homemade. if you're being asked to apply to participate in a print project, it is not a zine. if the final product is being printed and bound professionally, it is not a zine. if you are being asked to enter into any kind of licensing agreement more complex than "my work can be reproduced as part of this publication" it is not a zine. nine times put of ten if the final product costs more than $5 you have left zine country. im so serious about this.
I know Bungie probably won't be kind enough for this, but Light, I just want a cutscene when our guardian first sees Cayde again, they just rush to him and give him a hug instead of the blank word document amount of emotion we've been getting.
LET THEM HUG, BUNGIE!
What I want: HUG!
What we'll probably get: 6 feet apart COVID level of social distancing with a serious expression, maybe a "Good to see you again Cayde/kiddo." Interaction if we're LUCKY.
I get that it probably wouldn't make sense for new lights, but for people who have played D1 and 2? (Which is probably a majority of us, tbh) it would mean a lot. Besides, for new lights, it would be like hugging a folk hero or something. There's not a guardian alive that hasn't heard of Cayde-6.
I need my guardian to have some kind of emotion other than :I
a small Guardian x Crow ficlet, inspired by me having consecutive nightmares for way too long now 😩
Crow was... running. The reality was loose under his feet and kept changing directions. But he knew he had to keep going, forward and forward.
Until he ran into the Guardian, whose face, contorted with anger, scared him. And he didn't know how to keep that fear down, so he screamed and screamed and screamed and waited until his screaming made his voice nothing but a hoarse echo.
And then he woke up.
His fingers grip onto the blankets, feeling the warmth of the fabric, the tight folds. His heart is pounding in his chest, trying to run away. Trying to make him run away.
The Guardian sits up beside him, and Crow flinches. His throat still hurts from screaming, even if he didn't utter a sound.
They ask him if he is alright.
"I... You are not mad at me, are you?"
They smile at him and shake their head. A resolution so clear, it wipes away some of the fear.
"Another nightmare," Crow mutters, rubbing his sleepy eyes, trying to make the burning tears in the corners of his eyes go away, unbidden. He is so tired.
As the Guardian guides him into their arms, Crow counts the lights outside the window. He feels for the fabric, and then for the Guardian's body. He feels the smell of them both, of their home. His mouth tastes with anxious acid.
But his heart slows down and reality sets in with a kinder sensation around him.
He doesn't need to run. He doesn't need to scream.
The Guardian kisses his forehead as Crow nestles within their embrace. He is not sure he wants to sleep just yet, so he wraps himself in the comfort of being held and reassured.
Maybe tomorrow those dreams will not find him again.