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maccreadysbaby · 1 year

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OH EM GEE YOUR CROW CONTENTTTT

can you do one that’s, like, the anniversary of Cayde’s death and Crow is getting absolutely hated by everyone at the tower except for our guardian? And like, the superiors, of course.

oooffff course! I really miss Cayde🫡

hyper-focused on crow, guardian is there at the end being supportive (because who doesn’t support him honestly)

added extra levels of angst because it’s my birthday and I love that crap

Also this can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

Memories™︎

It was no secret Crow got… unwanted attention simply for the face he dawned. That was why he spent most of his free time in the H.E.L.M. Walking around the Tower had always been a hassle without a mask; he could hardly take a step without getting a pointed glare or rude remark spat at him. Especially when it came to Hunters. They were furious about Cayde, and even though the Vanguard’s blood wasn’t technically on Crow’s hands, no one else seemed to understand that. No one but the Guardian. His Guardian.

He couldn’t exactly stay out of the Tower forever, though, and he did want to offer his support to the other Vanguards and Guardians on the anniversary. Give them a chance to take the day lightly. He couldn’t deny that the guilt from Cayde’s murder — a murder he didn’t even commit — weighed on him way heavier than he wanted to admit. He knew he didn’t do it, but… at the same time… by extension, he kind of did. Nevertheless, supporting his superiors and doing anything they needed mattered more than whatever was eating at him from the inside. It had to. He couldn’t undo what happened to Cayde, but he could do everything to make up for it.

The sun had already set by the time he and Glint transmatted into the Tower. Crow had taken on almost every single bounty and mission he could weasel out of Zavala, Ikora, and Banshee, even taking a handsome number of quests and bounties from Guardians that were having a rough day with Cayde’s memory. To say he was exhausted would be an understatement. He felt like crap, having been resurrected nearly a dozen, maybe two dozen times. He’d heard the Guardians talk about what they called the “Res Flu”, a kind of sickness that came upon Guardians when their body stopped and got restarted again too many times in a day. He didn’t really get it at the time, because, could Guardians even get sick?

He knew now, though, that they weren’t kidding. He felt like crap. Like he could sleep for four years straight and still be tired when he woke up. His entire body seemed to be aching from being put together again and again, reworked over and over. Between him overworking himself, Uldren’s memories of Cayde floating around in the back of his mind, and the constant windows reboot of getting resurrected again and again, his mind was nothing more than a blurry haze. He just wanted to go to bed, and that want grew exponentially as he walked slowly across the courtyard of the Tower. He was so close to his bed he could almost smell it.

But he needed to check in with Zavala and Ikora first — let them know he’d done what they asked. Unfortunately, between him and the Titan Vanguard were many other Guardians. Crow wouldn’t dare admit that the possibility of their crude words made him a little anxious, but then again, the slight buzz that surfaced in his chest and tiny bit of dread that made its debut in the back of his mind pretty much admitted it for him.

He ducked his head as he walked, tugging at his hood in an attempt to hide his face as he drifted by. The normal buzz of the tower had quieted, both due to the time and the anniversary looming overhead. Crow wished it hadn’t. If the buzz and energy had been normal, it’d be easier for him to remain unseen. He heard Glint humming along behind him, trying to provide little support. It was no secret that Crow got antsy in the Tower.

Fortunately for both his will to live and the countdown until he fell asleep standing up, no one payed him much mind as he made his way to Zavala. The Titan was leaning on the railing, per usual, gazing out at the Last City beyond. Crow drifted quietly up to his side, refraining from leaning on the railing in fear he might not be able to will himself back up.

“I finished the missions and bounties you gave me,” He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. He was cold. Was it cold outside?

He saw Zavala shift in the corner of his eye, turning to look at him. “You finished them all? That was nearly four days work.”

“Mhm,” The Hunter replied. He didn’t dare glance over at him — mostly of the silent fear he’d be glowering at him like everyone else did. That and the fact he knew he looked like he hadn’t slept in a month.

Crow flinched when the Titan’s hand landed on his shoulder. “Good work, Crow. Go get some rest. You look drained.”

He felt drained. More than drained. Like he needed to get to his room soon or he might fall out in the middle of the Tower. Guardians were supposed to be immortal — you know, not sick. No one told him being a Guardian came with feeling like you’d been hit by a semi-truck after exercising your immortality one too many times.

He supposed there had to be a pitfall, though. There always was. If there wasn’t a pitfall, what would they appreciate? You can’t have good days without bad ones to measure them beside.

He pushed himself away from the balcony, floating mindlessly through the Tower, toward Ikora. His body was absolutely screaming with every step he took. So much so that he had to take a moment to regroup in the tunnels, pretending to fiddle with his gun or something so passersby didn’t realize how faint he looked. He only remembered Uldren getting sick few times, but it never felt like this. It was like, well, the flu — everything hurt, his brain was hazy, and he needed to sleep. He didn’t really mind absence of the other symptoms, though. He wasn’t a fan of nausea and all that.

After only hearing about a third of his own conversation with Ikora, and dropping by to tell Banshee he did what he’d asked, he made a bee-line towards the elevator. Getting down to his room on the residential floor was becoming more of a need than a want at this point. Because, all joking aside, it was starting to get hard to keep moving.

He was making alright progress… until he got to the elevator. There was a trio of Hunters standing in front of it and, if he didn’t collapse on the spot, they’d probably bully him until he did. His hood could only hide so much of his face, but at this point, taking the stairs seemed more risky than it should’ve.

He turned in a sudden, desperate attempt to get out of their line of sight, at least for a moment, but it was too late. A hand latched onto his shoulder and whirled him around. It was too easy for them to move him — he was weak.

“I don’t think you’d want to speak about what happened a year ago today, would you, Uldren Sov?”

Crow jerked his shoulder out of the Hunter’s grip, nearly wincing at the exertion the simple movement took. “That’s not my name,” He murmured flatly.

The Hunter snorted, backing up to be in line with his buddies. Three of them, all humans, all cocky-as-ever and ready to dispatch a kill-shot through Crow’s brain at any given moment.

“My apologies. I meant Little Bird,”

Crow couldn’t work up a proper response, so instead, he just walked toward the elevator. The Hunter sidestepped right into his path. He expected no less.

Crow didn’t have the time nor the energy for this.

“Get out of the way,” He ordered. The Hunter snorted again.

“No, I don’t think I will. After all, you have a murder to answer for. And everyone else here is too brainwashed by second chances to make you,” The Hunter spat, pain haphazardly hidden by venom in his tone. Crow tried to ignore the twisting in his gut that only started when he listened to the Hunter’s words. You’re the reason he’s hurting.

Crow tried to brush the thought off, attempting to blink away the vertigo that was trying to take hold of him. “I… I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry about Cayde. Now, please, get out of my way.”

Apologizing and saying please wasn’t exactly a power move, but he was practically running on empty as it was.

“Got somewhere to be, Little Bird?”

Crow closed his eyes momentarily, wrapping his arms around his middle to provide himself at least a little comfort. He looked absolutely pathetic in the face of these Hunters and he knew it. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Maybe he felt too bad to care.

“Please get out of my way,” He repeated.

“Dude, he isn’t looking so hot. Maybe you should just let him go,” One of the other Hunters piped up. The main one, a dude with blond hair, glared back at him.

“Yeah, well, Cayde isn’t looking too hot right now either, is he?”

The guilt rose back up inside of him like bile, and Crow looked away. He remembered pulling the trigger. He remembered killing Cayde. The back of his eyes began to burn and as much as he wanted to stop it, he couldn’t. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s gonna take more than a few empty words to make up for the hole you left in the Vanguard. In us,”

“I’m sorry,” Crow half-whimpered, still not opening his eyes. He could nearly feel his body getting weaker by the second. And it didn’t feel good.

He really was sorry — he really, really, really was. No one ever stopped for a second to consider that the anniversary hurt him, too. In fact, it didn’t just hurt on the anniversary. It hurt every day, living with the memories of murdering a man that would’ve been his leader. That would’ve supported him, been his friend. It hurt.

His Guardian would understand.

His eyes shot open a moment later, when the Hunter latched onto his cloak and jerked him forward. “You don’t get to be all emotional today, Sov, you did this.”

“Let him go!” Crow heard Glint’s panicked voice from behind, and he floated up to his Guardian’s side to try and offer support. There’s only so much a tiny floating robot can do, though. Crow reached up, grabbing the Hunter’s wrists where they sat close to his neck.

“Let go of me,”

“Do you understand the amount of pain and hurt you caused? In the Vanguard, in us, in everyone. There are people that have barely been able to get out of bed today because of you. People that spent weeks crying themselves to sleep because of you. People that still can’t look at Exos because of you!” The Hunter shoved Crow backwards, but it didn’t take very much force to make him hit the floor.

“Come on, dude. Leave him alone. You said what you needed to say,” One of the other Hunters stated from above where Crow was. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, coughing shakily. He suddenly felt a lot worse than he had. If that was even possible.

He was jerked off of the floor again and this time, shoved against the wall behind him. The blond Hunter was right in his face.

“Watch your back, Sov. There are more than a few of us willing to put a knife in it the first chance we get,”

Crow didn’t respond, only stayed eerily still as he and the Hunter stared at one another. He was released after a few dreaded moments of silence.

The Hunters all glared at him as they left, muttering amongst themselves.

Crow reached up to his cloak, grabbing where the other Hunter just had. He could sense the underlying pain in that guy’s voice. That Hunter wasn’t just talking about other people barely able to get out of bed, crying themselves to sleep, unable to look at Exos. He was talking about himself. And Crow — er, Uldren — had done that to him.

“Crow?” Glint floated up in front of his face, momentarily breaking his Guardian out of the trance. “We should go now.”

Crow nodded, heading into the elevator with Glint as a watchful eye. He could hardly focus on anything on the way to his room. Not the elevator, not the passersby, not Glint. All he could think about was how terrible he felt. Physically, yes, but mostly about Cayde.

How far was he from Uldren, anyway? Close enough for everyone to blame him for Cayde’s death. Maybe they weren’t as different as he pretended they were. Maybe he and Uldren were one and the same.

The gunshot that rang out from Cayde’s gun that night played in his mind on repeat, and he didn’t mind to let his eyes sting as he made his way further down the residential halls. Less likely someone would see him, anyway. With his arms still wrapped around his own torso, both to try and comfort himself and stop him from having some fever-induced breakdown, he walked into his room and shut the door with his foot. He leaned against the cool material with a deep sigh. Finally, he was alone.

Glint clicked robotically. “Uhm… Crow?”

Before he could reply, another voice came: “Oh my God, Crow! You look terrible.”

He whirled around at the voice, nearly yelling out from surprise. He blinked, and it took him a second to realize the studio apartment he was standing in… it wasn’t his. It was the Guardian’s. His Guardian’s.

He’d autopiloted his way into the wrong apartment. Same door, one floor too high.

The Guardian was staring at him with a mixture of pity and compassion, already making their way to him from across the room. Their Ghost was bobbing worriedly next to them. Crow averted his gaze. He didn’t want to have a conversation with them, he didn’t want to explain. All he felt like doing at the moment was curling in on himself and crying until the anniversary was over — for Cayde. For the man he murdered.

“How many times did you res today?” They asked, grimacing slightly as they got close enough to see how bad he looked.

“I don’t know,” He muttered. He wanted to shrink, to disappear. The closest he could get was recoiling slightly when they got close. “Ten. Twenty. Thirty. I don’t know.”

“Crow,” They weren’t scolding him, their voice didn’t contain even a hint of annoyance. They just… felt bad for him. “Didn’t I tell you about the res flu, or was that a dream?”

“No, you told me,” He replied blankly, staring at the floor under his feet. The Guardian stepped forward and watched to see if he’d recoil again. He didn’t this time, but he did turn away from their gaze.

“What kind of mission did they put you on where you had to res that many times?”

He shrugged, suddenly becoming very aware of the pounding at the back of his head. When had that started? “All of them,” He deadpanned.

The Guardian blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I took all of them. From everyone. Bounties, too. I… didn’t want them to… to do the work today,” He muttered, not sounding convincing even to himself despite telling the truth.

The Guardian’s wheels turned for a moment, before it clicked. “You’re trying to make up for Cayde?”

Crow looked away, wrapping his arms around his middle again like some sort of defense mechanism. “I remember… shooting him. I remember talking to him. I remember pulling the trigger, I… this was all my fault. I need to make up for it. I need to… answer for it. I need to be… to be…”

“Punished?” They whispered, more of a statement than an actual question. Crow couldn’t do much more than nod.

“I hurt so many people…” He hardly noticed he was swaying on his feet until the Guardian appeared right in front of him, steadying him by placing their hands on his shoulders.

“You didn’t, Uldren did. You don’t have anything to answer for,” They stated, eyes flicking across his face with worry. “Come sit down, you look like you’re about to keel over.”

“No, I… I’m gonna go to my room. I didn’t even mean to walk in here, I…” His sentence trailed off as his head throbbed so hard it made his eyeballs hurt. Screw this stupid res flu.

“If you think I’m gonna let you walk anywhere like this, you are sorely mistaken,” They stated. Instead of making him sit down, though, they decided to pull him into them.

He hated when they did that. It made him feel like a child.

He hated when they did that because it felt so… good. He didn’t deserve to feel good. Not today.

But he couldn’t force himself to wriggle out of their grip. Instead, as much as he hated himself for it, he sank into them, not moving his arms but supplying his horribly angry body with much more comfort than he’d had all day. They were warm, and comfortable, and… everything he didn’t deserve. Still, his head dropped down onto their shoulder. He let out a sigh of relief, a sigh he thought he didn’t… no, knew he didn’t deserve. Relief he didn’t deserve.

“You don’t need to be punished for something you didn’t do. You’re not Uldren,” They stated quietly, one of their hands trailing up and down his back as the other rested on his head. It felt so good and he hated it.

“I…” He sucked in a breath as the back of his eyes started to sting again. “I’m sorry about Cayde. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”

“Crow…”

“I’m so, so sorry,” He bit back the sob that threatened to force its way up his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,”

“I’m sorry,”

“Crow!”

As much as he despised himself for it, the stupid sob he’d been trying to keep inside shoved its way out of him. A quiet, broken sound he didn’t mean for anybody but Glint and his pillow to hear.

You don’t get to be all emotional today, Sov, you did this.

“I’m so sorry,” He whispered, more into their shoulder than actually to them. He felt their arms shift around him.

“Stop saying sorry, Crow. None of this is your fault,” They murmured. He stirred, the guilt inside of him boiling up like a raging fire to devour every hint of comfort he received.

“It’s all my fault!” He spat, but his words held no actual venom. If they did, it was all toward himself.

“No it’s not. None of this is your fault. I know for a fact that if it really was you behind the trigger, you wouldn’t have aimed it at him in the first place,” The Guardian spoke quietly, one of their hands moving through his hair. “It isn’t fair that you have to bear his burdens. Hurt for what he did. The way these other Guardians treat you… none of it is fair. But… all I can do about it now is be here for you.”

He merely grunted in response, the momentary crying making his head hurt ten times worse. Right now, he just wanted to go to bed.

“You still with me, Crow?”

“Mhm,”

He heard them snicker lightly. “The first res flu is always the worst. It’ll pass soon enough.”

He was too tired and too comfortable to respond. So comfortable he was in jeopardy of falling asleep right there.

“You’re not Uldren. You didn’t kill Cayde. Do you understand that?”

He opened his mouth to no avail.

“Crow?”

“I… understand,” He whispered, adjusting his head slightly on their shoulder. He felt them move their arms.

They snickered lightly. “You gonna go to bed right there?”

It took him a moment to process their words, but he finally worked up a quiet: “Maybe.”

He was hardly conscious when he heard them snicker again. “Then let’s get you on the couch, yeah?”

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baronofhousespider · 1 year

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Corinth hadn’t cried since Cayde-6 had died. That had been several years ago by now, but he could still remember it clearly, like he was still living that horrible day every day, forever. But he hadn’t let it stop him.

But now, he was finding it hard to be brave.

The Tower had changed a lot since that day, but his favorite spot hadn’t. It was an old workshop that Banshee had used when he’d first arrived in the Tower, and had unfortunate forgotten. But Corinth had found it again, and even though he didn’t have much interest in the weapons left in it, he loved the little secret room, and the view it had of the Courtyard.

And..right below the window, he could just see the grave of Cayde-6. He hadn’t thought about it when he’d been climbing up to the room, but there it was, just below the small window. It felt..odd. But almost comforting. Though comfort had felt hollow ever sense the Traveler had disappeared. Sure, they knew where it was, technically. But it all felt..hollow. He’d gotten so used to looking up and seeing the comforting sphere hanging there above the Last City. And now, with it gone, a fleet had replaced it in the sky; a mixture of Eliksni, Cabal, and Human ships littered the sky, and that in itself offered a little comfort. At least we had banded together in our efforts.

The young hunter was sitting with his back to the entrance, so he hadn’t noticed when someone else had entered the room. Not until Crow had sat down beside of him.

“Hey. Thought I saw you up here.”

Corinth didn’t jump when Crow spoke, but he did turn to look at the other hunter, leaned quietly against the window. “Hey yourself.” He responds, but smiles a little. “Just needed a little space, you know?”

Crow nods, looking away from the Exo and towards the rack of weapons behind him. “Lots of good stuff here. I bet Banshee hates that he forgot it.”

Corinth said nothing, turning back to face the window, letting his arms dangle out, and just barely graze the top of the statue’s head.

Crow goes quiet, looking back at Corinth, and frowning. “I’m sorry. I know you miss him, a lot.”

“Miss him? Crow, I felt like something in me died when Cayde was killed. I was there, you know? He had faith in me that I could watch his back.” Tears were dripping down the cold, metal cheeks of the child Exo, his shoulders shaking.

“B-but I couldn’t. I didn’t. I couldn’t keep up.”

Crow wanted so badly to hold that kid. To hold him and let him cry until it was all out of him, but he knew Corinth wouldn’t allow that. Instead, he stands, putting his hand gently on the Hunter’s shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault, Corinth. It was Uldren’s. It was mine. You didn’t fail Cayde, he was so, so proud of you.” His voice was insistent, but quiet. “I wish I could have met him.”

Corinth’s green eyes drip with a chemical approximation of tears as he looks up into those bright, golden eyes. “He would have liked you.” He murmurs, looking back down below at the statue. “He really would have.”

Crow could feel a prick in the corners of his own eyes, and he looks away, wiping his face off on his shirt. “Yeah..maybe. I think we’d have uh, clashed a little.”

Corinth couldn’t contain a laugh, shaking his head. “Crow, you clash with everyone a little. Everyone does. It’s just life, you know? You can’t always get along perfectly with people.”

Crow smiles, chuckling. “Yeah, I guess that is true.”

Corinth finally pulls away from the window, glancing at the exit out onto the balcony below. “Hey. Come ‘ere!” He says, gesturing for Crow to follow as he slides out onto the pipe hanging just above the balcony.

Crow hesitates, glancing out the window before following behind the younger hunter.

It was a tight squeeze for both of them to stand there, but they managed, Corinth reaching out to keep Crow steady. “Okay, okay. This is so silly but it’s so much fun.” Corinth laughs a little, wiping tears from his face. “Cayde showed me how to do this, but it was in a different part of the Tower, uh. Not so close to Zavala.”

But he didn’t stop, instead he takes a breath. “Okay. Here’s the trick. We’re going to jump off the side here, and summon our sparrows, and ride down the side of the Tower!”

Crow frowns, eyebrows quirked. “Won’t we die?” He says, arms crossed.

“Probably.” Corinth responds, shrugging. “But! If you make contact with the side of the Tower there-“ he points down to a slopped hit that led right down to the Last City. “You should be fine! Just gun it as fast as you can!”

Crow smiles, shaking his head. “Together?”

“Together!”

And the two jumped, hooping and hollering as they fell, tears long forgotten.

#ooc: out of ether #ic: the crow #ic: Corinth

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im-no-jedi · 2 years

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Uldren Sov, The Guardian (part 2)

notes: this is my (unfinished) version of how Uldren became a guardian, based off his initial resurrection in the Destiny 2 game back in 2018. this was written before Crow showed up in the game, so his personality is of my own creation (aka more like normal Uldren LOL). this was also before Glint was in the game, so he’s also my own creation, based off the single lore entry we had of him at the time. this story also takes place within my personal Destiny story starring my fireteam, the Misfits.

a brief backstory: the main guardian of this story is my self-insert. she was resurrected shortly before the Red War and experienced those events from the perspective of the main guardian in the game. her official class is a Warlock (Dawnblade main babyyyy🔥), but she can utilize powers and techniques from all classes. after the Red War, she forms a fireteam with two other guardians named Matt and Rocky, who experienced the events of the main guardian in the first Destiny game. she also eventually develops a romantic relationship with Cayde-6. another guardian named Isaac - who was part of the Misfits during the events of the first game, but perma-died shortly before the battle with Oryx - eventually rejoins the team after being brought back via time travel with the help of Osiris (I came up with this idea waaaaay before the thing with Saint haha). the events of Forsaken play out as is in the game, but Cayde is later brought back to life, along with Sundance, after the events of the Last Wish raid. Cayde is no longer the Hunter Vanguard and prefers to live as a simple guardian and honorary member of the Misfits.

5500+ words, rated E (mentions of death and guns, but nothing violent)

Part 1

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The journey to Earth took much shorter than Uldren thought it would. On the way, he’d leaned his chair back and propped his feet up in an attempt to get a small nap before arriving, but when all was said and done, the flight took only about ten minutes total to reach the planet. Uldren thought maybe it was much closer to the Reef than he originally thought, but Pulled Pork was quick to correct him by saying it was simply the hyperdrive capabilities of the ship that allowed them to travel so fast.

When the planet finally came into view, Uldren was shocked at the size of it. “I thought it would be… larger. Is this really where all the guardians live?”

“Most of them, yes,” Pulled Pork answered. “As well as all of the normal humans. Some non-guardian Exos and Awoken live there as well.”

“Exos? What are those?”

“Robotic humanoids that were created by the Clovis Bray company before the Collapse. They possess fully human minds and tendencies, but within a robot body.”

“So humans, Awoken, and the Exos… interesting…”

“Oh, and the Fallen as well.”

“Fallen?”

“Arachnid-like Creatures from another world that came to Earth when the Traveler arrived. They constantly seek the Light, which is why they’re at constant wars with the guardians.”

Uldren’s head was starting to spin from all this new information. Before, he could barely get any answers out of anybody. Now it seemed he couldn’t get his little partner to shut up.

“Speaking of the Traveler,” Pulled Pork continued. “Do you see it? The floating white orb hovering over that portion of land there?”

Uldren looked closer and sure enough, there was a large white sphere planted directly above one of the portions of land. It looked small from where they were at, but Uldren knew it was massive in comparison to the land below.

“That’s where we need to go,” Pulled Pork still continued. “The Last City is there, directly under the Traveler’s watch.”

“I… had no idea it was that close to the rest of humanity.” Knowing that the very thing that had granted Uldren his powers in the first place would be constantly over him at all times both comforted and terrified him.

As they got closer to the planet, Uldren’s mind began to race with thoughts of what might happen once they reached the city. What sort of people lived there? And how many of them were there? Would the other guardians accept him as one of them? What would happen if they didn’t? Would he even care?

Once again, Pulled Pork brought his guardian back into reality. “Looks like we finally arrived!”

The clouds parted in front of the ship and revealed what one could only assume was the Last City. However, the sight in front of them was… underwhelming. The destruction caused by the Red War was all too visible, and the city looked more like a demolition zone than a place to live.

“This is the home of the guardians?” Uldren exclaimed with disgust. “What a dump!”

“Hmm, looks like a lot has changed since I was last here,” Pulled Pork added. “The Tower used to be much taller than that… something must’ve happened while I was on my search for you.”

“Obviously…”

“Nevertheless, we should still find a place to land. The Tower’s usually where Guardians first go when they come to the Last City.”

“Then that’s where we’re not going.”

Pulled Pork looked at his guardian in confusion. “Did I not explain everything correctly? You seem to have a hard time understanding me. I’ll say it again—“

“No, I heard you,” Uldren interjected. “And don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll make our way up there eventually, but for now, I’m more interested in what’s going on down there in the city itself.”

In actuality, Uldren had realized that going to the Tower in someone else’s ship might not be the best idea, especially considering how much trouble he was in already. But he wasn’t about to tell his Ghost that.

“Alright then,” Pulled Pork said. “As long as we get the ship back to the Tower somehow. I’m sure Miss Hannah will be coming to take it back soon.”

At that statement, Uldren quickly prepared the ship for landing, making sure to find a place that was inconspicuous and out of normal sight. He decided to land on the outskirts of the city, among some of the remaining wreckage and debris from the Red War. Once on the ground, he hopped out of the ship and stood on top of it to get a good look around. There were no people nearby as far as he could see, but there were signs of activity further into the city. Nearly every building surrounding them had been damaged in some manner, some of them having been destroyed completely. It wasn’t clear to an outsider what exactly had happened, but looking at it all gave Uldren a sense of dread and remorse. The thought of all the lives that were clearly lost here was devastating. Nonetheless, Uldren kept up his stoic demeanor and began to make his way further into the city.

“How many other guardians do you think we’ll see here?” Uldren asked his Ghost.

“Probably none,” Pulled Pork answered.

“None?” Uldren scoffed. “Are you being facetious?”

“I am not. Guardians rarely come to the city, especially this far out. We’ll probably stick out a lot.”

Uldren threw his hands in the air. “Well that would’ve been nice to know before landing here!” He took a deep breath. “It’s fine, we’ll be fine. I’ll just try to… blend in.” The thought made him visibly cringe.

As he made his way past the wrecked buildings, Uldren made note of where the ship was parked in relation to his own location in case he needed a quick getaway. The way his day had gone so far, he needed to expect the worst. It also gave him something to occupy his mind with since the scenery was less than uplifting.

One area near a collapsed building appeared to have been turned into a makeshift graveyard, with several crude memorials set up throughout the area. Uldren looked over the graveyard solemnly. “So many lives lost… taken by a clearly senseless act of violence… I can’t help but pity them.”

Pulled Pork phased out and floated over Uldren’s shoulder. “This city was built to protect the rest of humanity. It’s supposed to be the safest place on Earth. That’s why the Guardians live here, up in the Tower. They’re humanity’s protectors.”

Uldren’s hands curled into fists. “Well clearly they need to do a better job.” He couldn’t even look at the graves anymore and kept his head hung low.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing you’re here to help, Guardian!”

Uldren couldn’t help but scoff. “Right. Like I’m going to make a difference about any of this.” He turned to leave, but stopped after noticing a bundle of flowers on one of the graves had come apart. One of the flowers lay near his feet, and he picked it up and looked it over before taking it over to the rest of the bundle. Carefully, he arranged the flowers onto the grave in such a way that the wind couldn’t knock it over again.

“Yes, Guardian,” Pulled Pork said as he watched Uldren tend to another one of the graves’ flower arrangements. “I believe you will make a difference.”

After leaving the graveyard, there was a period of complete silence. Their visit to the graveyard had left Uldren in a solemn mood, and Pulled Pork thought it best to let his guardian alone for a bit. The silence didn’t last long though, as the sounds of hustle and bustle slowly began to erupt from the alleyways as they walked further into the city. The buildings around them were less damaged than the others, so it was assumable that they were entering an inhabited area.

“Alright, make yourself scarce, friend,” Uldren told Pulled Pork. “Let’s not come across as superior to these people.” The little Ghost obliged and phased back into Uldren’s body.

It became all too apparent that Uldren’s idea of trying to “blend in” may not work as well as he’d hoped after seeing the type of people in the city. His apparel alone made him stick out like a sore thumb, not to mention that there didn’t seem to be any other Awoken in sight. The former prince was bound and determined to make a good impression on these people though. After screwing up with Hannah, he had to do better this time.

“Here goes nothing,” he said with a sigh.

At first, no one seemed to pay much attention to Uldren as he strode confidently down the streets. A few people gave him odd looks, but he thought nothing of it. He kept his cool and smiled back at anyone that met his eyes. It was actually going much better than he originally thought. But then again, literally nothing could be worse than what happened between him and Hannah.

He had to admit though, he almost missed the excitement. The people of the city were busy, no doubt, but their tasks seemed… mundane compared to the adventures he’d had so far. The most exciting thing he came across was a man getting bent out of shape because two boys had knocked over his precious fruit stand. It was an amusing sight, but Uldren found himself feeling more led to help the man clean up his mess rather than stare and laugh at him. Of course, the man pointed out that it was unusual for an Awoken to be wandering the streets, much less one dressed so fancy. But Uldren laughed it off and told the man not to think too hard on it and just be glad most of his produce survived the wreckage.

It ended up becoming a running pattern for Uldren to go out of his way and assist the people as he made his way through the city. He hadn’t intended on doing anything of the sort, but there were too many instances where he came across people needing assistance and couldn’t help himself. A couple of men carrying a heavy load that could definitely use another set of hands. A woman’s hat that had been blown away by the wind and caught before flying into a puddle of mud. A group of children that had gotten their ball stuck on a roof and needed someone to fetch it for them. A pigeon whose wing had gotten caught on a wire fence and required a rescue. Helping other people was apparently in Uldren’s nature, which made Pulled Pork beyond ecstatic.

“You see, Guardian?” The little Ghost told his partner once they were alone. “I told you that you were fit for this life. I made the right choice.”

As the two sat on top of one of the roofs, looking down at the hordes of people below, Uldren couldn’t help but feel a bit somber. “I’m not disagreeing with you but… is this all there is to it? And if these people found out what I am, would they treat me the same way? I haven’t even met any other guardians yet outside of that demon woman. I just…” He sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on top of them. “I wish I knew what I was doing. I feel so… lost here.”

Before Pulled Pork could respond, there was the sound of an aircraft flying overheard. The wind whipped up and rustled Uldren’s hair as he looked up to view the aircraft. He recognized it. It was the same one Petra had flown in on back at the Dreaming City.

“Oh crap…”

Uldren didn’t waste another second and quickly leaped off of the building and onto the ground below. A few people standing nearby gasped in shock, and Uldren hastily apologized to them before scurrying off further into the city.

“We need a plan,” he told his Ghost.

“For what?” Pulled Pork asked.

“For dealing with that devil woman!” Uldren no longer cared about hiding his powers and began leaping over boxes and barrels as he ran.

“Oh! Then we should head towards the Tower,” Pulled Pork replied. “Someone there should be able to help us.”

“That would be wonderful if I knew how to get there from here!” A woman pushing a cart of fruit nearly knocked into him as he spoke, but he dodged it effortlessly, causing several impressed onlookers to applaud. Uldren gave a quick bow to them before continuing his run.

“You could just... ask for directions?” Pulled Pork suggested.

Uldren chortled. “Yeah, don’t think that’s happening.” He stopped to briefly look around and pointed at a nearby building. “There we go,” he said before running towards the building at full speed. Once he was close enough, he jumped with all his might and climbed his way up to the roof. The aircraft was nowhere to be seen, so it was assumed that Hannah had landed somewhere, possibly nearby. Uldren could see the Tower in the distance. It looked so far away.

“I just had to explore the far ends of the city,” he lamented with a sigh.

“Guardian, what will you do if Miss Hannah finds us?” Pulled Pork asked.

“Honestly, I don’t even want to think about that,” Uldren answered. “At this point, I’m considering just finding a place to hide for a while.” He tapped his chin in thought. “Or maybe at least hide in plain sight for a while…”

“Your invisibility powers can only last for so long,” Pulled Pork pointed out.

Uldren peeked down at the streets below. “There are other ways of hiding in plain sight, my friend. It just occurred to me that any one of these civilians could be a guardian in disguise. I think it might be time for a little wardrobe change…”

Once again, the former prince leaped off the roof and onto the ground below, spooking yet another set of people nearby. He again apologized and began to look around for anything that might aid in his quest for anonymity. Covering his face was top priority, but outside of sticking a bucket on his head, nothing stood out to him.

Eventually, he came across an outdoor restaurant, or at least it looked like a restaurant. There were several tables and chairs set up for people to sit at, and everyone there had some sort of food or drink. At one of the tables sat a pair of humans, who were dressed a bit differently than the others. A gun sat propped up behind one of the chairs, and the other had a gun strapped to their hip. More importantly, both of them had face-covering helmets sitting on the ground next to them. An almost evil looking smile crept up on Uldren’s face.

Pulled Pork could tell just by the look on Uldren’s face what he was planning. “You know, stealing is bad.”

“Don’t think of it as stealing,” Uldren reassured his little friend. “Think of it as… borrowing for the sake of survival.”

Without another word, Uldren cloaked himself with his invisibility powers and began to sneak over to the table. The two people sitting there were completely focused on their conversation with each other; they probably wouldn’t have even noticed Uldren sneaking up to them if he hadn’t been cloaked. Still, he quietly crept over to them and grabbed one of the helmets inconspicuously. As he turned to leave though, someone walking past bumped one of his feet and nearby stumbled over. Uldren grunted softly from the impact, and the person who hit his foot looked around to see what they had nearly tripped on. As they looked around in confusion, Uldren quickly scurried away, leaving the person even more confused as they watched a single helmet float off and disappear without a trace.

Once he was in the clear, Uldren breathed a sigh of relief and uncloaked himself. He waved the helmet in front of his own face triumphantly. “Another successful endeavor.” He gave the helmet a quick toss into the air before putting it on. It was a little snug, but he could see perfectly out of it. “What do you think?” he asked his Ghost.

Pulled Pork floated out, looked his guardian over and said, “This’ll definitely help you hide your identity.”

Uldren huffed. “I meant about how it looked on me…”

Pulled Pork ignored the comment and said, “I’m not sure it’ll be enough though.”

“What?” Uldren put his hands on his hips. “What do you mean?”

The little Ghost floated around Uldren once over. “Your face is covered, but the rest of your outfit is a bit, ahh... flashy. Your pants stand out like a Vex Mind at a birthday party.”

He hated to admit it, but Pulled Pork was right. His outfit was rather flamboyant and would certainly be recognized by their pursuer. Uldren thought it over for a moment, tapping his chin in thought. When an idea finally came to him, he snapped his fingers and laughed.

“Oh, that’s brilliant,” he said to himself.

Pulled Pork watched Uldren detach the poncho from his neck, shake it around a bit, and start to tie the poncho around his waist inside-out. The poncho was just large enough to cover all the visible red parts of Uldren’s pants. It looked almost like a plain black skirt now, but Pulled Pork didn’t want to say anything about it.

“There we go!” Uldren twirled around and posed with his arms stretched out. “Pretty clever, right??”

Pulled Pork was silent for a moment. If Ghosts could cry, this would be one of those instances. “Oh, I definitely picked the best guardian ever…”

After that, the two headed off once again, keeping their course continually directed towards the Tower. Every once in a while, Uldren would hop onto one of the rooftops to get a better view and chart out their next route. He would also look around for any signs of unusual activity, mainly for the sake of making sure Hannah wasn’t nearby.

Time passed, and although he knew they were making progress, Uldren felt like he wasn’t getting any closer to the Tower. Every time he looked up, it seemed just as far away as it had been 10, 20, 30 minutes ago. He was getting bored, and that lonely feeling was beginning to sink in once again. Pulled Pork did what he could to reassure his guardian that they would be at the Tower soon, and that he would be making loads of friends once they got there.

“How can you know they’ll even accept me once we get there?” Uldren confided in his little partner during one of their rooftop stops. “Or that they’ll even like me?”

Pulled Pork thought for a moment. “I like you,” he finally said. Uldren couldn’t help but laugh.

“Also,” Pulled Pork continued. “These people, especially the ones you helped along the way, seem to like you too.”

Uldren peered down at the streets below. It was getting later in the day, but the streets were still plenty busy. Something about the hustle and bustle comforted him, or maybe it was just Pulled Pork’s words getting to him. Either way, Uldren was feeling more confident about the whole thing and patted his Ghost affectionately. “Where would I be without you, my little friend?”

“In the Dreaming City, lying in the mountains, dead.”

A hardy laugh erupted out of Uldren’s throat. “Well, you’re not wrong!” He extended a hand towards Pulled Pork, and the little Ghost floated towards him, phasing into Uldren’s body once he was close enough. A quick adjustment of his helmet, and Uldren was ready to head back down into the streets to continue their journey to the Tower. He was feeling more and more confident already.

That is, until he heard a familiar voice.

“You’re sure you haven’t seen him?” the voice exclaimed.

“No,” a man behind a fruit stand replied. Another man came up and asked, “Who’s she looking for?” The first man replied to him, “Some new guardian apparently.”

The familiar voice of the woman spoke again, this time at the man who had just shown up. “An Awoken man, my height, long black hair swept to the side, dressed in gaudy clothes that look like they’re made out of the hide of a War Beast.”

Uldren, who had quickly hidden behind a large crate once he’d heard the voice, audibly chuffed at the comment about his clothes.

“Sorry Miss Hero,” the second man said. “Haven’t seen anyone like that.”

The fruit stand man bapped the other man on the arm and said, “She’s got a name, dummy. Good grief.”

“Right, uhh, it’s Hannah, right? Sorry again.”

Hannah gave the man a fake smile, and Ghost thanked them for their time before the two continued their search. Of course, by this time, Uldren had bolted it out of there and was well down at the end of the street before Hannah had even finished her conversation with the two men. But she didn’t know that. All she knew was she was getting closer to finding him. She could feel it.

As Uldren was running down the street, he kept looking back to make sure Hannah was nowhere close. She was spending most of her time asking around about him, so it gave Uldren an opportunity to put some more distance between him and Hannah. He thought about taking to the rooftops again, but knew it would be too risky since he’d be right out in the open. It was beginning to seem like there would never truly be any escape from that mad woman. She was too good, too persistent. Uldren was both impressed and utterly terrified.

Pulled Pork took a moment to let his guardian know that it was probably safe to stop running now, but Uldren didn’t believe him. “I’m not stopping until we get there,” he said.

“But we don’t even know where we’re headed!” Pulled Pork pointed out.

Uldren skidded to a stop. In all the rush, he’d completely gotten turned around and had no idea which way he was headed. And with the threat of Hannah on the horizon, hopping to the rooftops was still too risky. He began to panic.

“Now don’t worry,” Pulled Pork started. “I’m sure that—“

But he was cut off by Uldren hurrying off again in a frenzy. His panic was getting the better of him and it showed. No longer was he flawlessly hopping over objects in his path. In fact, he knocked over more things than avoided them. Dodging was becoming difficult, and he nearly plowed down several people crossing his path. Sweat condensed inside of his helmet and began constricting his vision. Everything started to blur in front of him. He could barely tell the people from the structures anymore. And was Pulled Pork saying something to him? Something about a hole? Or was it a mole?

THUNK!

Nope. A pole. It was definitely a pole.

There was an audible gasp as Uldren’s body fell backwards onto the ground. Several people began to gather around him and see if he was ok, but Uldren couldn’t see any of them. The knock to his head had blurred his vision even more, except now everything was spinning. He could barely register what anyone was saying to him either.

Eventually, he could start to make out certain images and saw the crowd begin to part. He heard the voice of someone say, “Alright everyone, back up, give the guy some space, come on, this isn’t a shooting demonstration or something.” A single figure was walking up to Uldren. They appeared to be shooing away the other people as they got closer to him. The figure crouched down next to Uldren and laughed. Their voice was masculine and… slightly metallic sounding?

“Geez, some people, huh? Someone just sneezes the wrong way, and they go ballistic. Although, I have to admit, that was a pretty spectacular crash you had there, buddy.”

Uldren blinked and shook his head to try and clear his vision. Finally, he began to see the person crouching next to him come into view. To his great surprise, the person was… a robot. A male robot, Uldren assumed from the voice he’d heard earlier. He was humanoid and moved exactly like all the other people there. His face was painted blue with black and silver details, and his mouth glowed blue whenever he talked, the same color as his glowing blue eyes. A black horn protruded from his silver forehead. Also, he appeared to be wearing some sort of dark colored hood and cloak with red details on it. Uldren was completely fascinated by him.

“You good to go, or do you need another minute?” The robot man asked as he extended a hand towards Uldren.

Uldren looked at the hand for a moment curiously before giving his own hand in response. The robot man helped him onto his feet and held onto one of Uldren’s shoulders to help support him.

“There we go! Just shake it off! Like nothing ever happened!” He took a good look over Uldren. “Wow, that is some getup you’ve got there, buddy. Not from around here, are you?”

Uldren shook his head in response. “Just got here a little while ago, actually.”

“Ahh! A newbie! A ripe little kinderguardian!” The robot man clapped his hands in excitement. He couldn’t see it, but Uldren was raising his eyebrow at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, that’s just something we like to call the new guardians around here,” The robot man said, patting Uldren on the back. “You are a guardian, right? I just assumed from the clothes and everything, and I’m gonna feel reeeeeal stupid if I’m wrong so please tell me I’m not wrong.”

Uldren chuckled. “Yes, I’m a guardian.”

“I knew it!” The robot man pumped his fist in the air triumphantly. “Now what class are you? Oh wait wait! Don’t tell me! I can guess that too!” He began to look Uldren over again, this time more thoroughly. “Youuuuu aaaaaaare aaaaaaaaa… Warlock! Yes? Cause of the skirt? Oh no wait, or is that supposed to be a Titan mark?”

Uldren stared at him for a moment in silence. “I have literally no idea what any of that is that you just said.”

As the robot man scratched his head in confusion, Pulled Pork phased out to clear things up. “Actually, he’s a Nightstalker, therefore making him a Hunter class.”

The robot man smacked his own head. “Duh! Of course! I should’ve known by the complete mish-mash of styles you’ve got going on here. Only true Hunters dress this ridiculously. Good on ya for getting that part down, newbie.”

Uldren just let out a loud sigh in response.

“You’re a fancy little guy, aren’t ya?” The robot man said to Pulled Pork. “You seem familiar though. Have we met?”

“Yes, Mr. Six,” Pulled Pork responded.

The robot man let out a hardy laugh. “Mr. Six? Really? Oh wow, ok, yeah, I remember you now. You’re that Ghost that was always scanning trash piles and stuff for your guardian, right? What is it everyone was calling you? Ham Hock? Pork Rind? Porky Pig?”

“Pulled Pork,” Uldren muttered grudgingly.

“Right!” The robot man exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “Good ol’ Pulled Pork! How’ve you been, buddy?”

“Just fine, thanks for asking!” Pulled Pork replied. “Things have been especially great since I found my guardian earlier today.”

“I imagine so! Good for you! No more searching through trash piles! I mean, unless you’re into that or whatever.”

Uldren crossed his arms and shook his head as the other two continued to converse with each other. Something about this robot man was… off-putting, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Still, the fact that Pulled Pork was familiar with him was reassuring, and he was already much more welcoming than Hannah had been earlier. Who knew, maybe this robot man would turn out to be his first friend here in the City.

“So, the Dreaming City, huh?” The robot man said after Pulled Pork informed him of where they had come from. “Geez, that must’ve been some trip for you, little guy!” He patted Pulled Pork on the top of his shell. “And you, Mr. uhhhh…” He gestured to Uldren. “You got a name yet, kid?”

Uldren shook his head in response. “I mean, I’ve been called several names today already, but I’d rather not have them as my permanent name…”

“Oh, I bet!” The robot man said with a laugh. “The way you were runnin’ around earlier, I’m surprised ya didn’t get name-called outta the City for being so reckless!” He began laughing at his own quip, and Uldren fake laughed along with him to amuse him.

“Well!” The robot man exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “Looks like it’s up to me to show ya around now!” He leaned in closer to Uldren’s face. “Normally my buddy Matt will show the new Guardians around the place, but haha, he’s not here right now so I get to do it! Oh man, this is exciting.” He rubbed his hands together excitedly.

Uldren chuckled nervously. “Oh, well, I mean, I guess, if you’ve got nothing better to do…” He took a quick look around to see if he could spot Hannah anywhere. “I uhh, was actually on my way to the Tower, so if you could get me there as soon as possible, that would be—“

“No problem!” The robot man playfully smacked Uldren on the back, causing him to audibly grunt out loud. “Lucky for you, I was just headin’ back there! I’ve been hangin’ out here in the City, waiting for my partner to get back from a trip, but I’m pretty sure I saw her ship fly in earlier, so back to the Tower I go!” He turned on his heels and began to walk in the opposite direction, beckoning for Uldren to follow. “Just stick close to me kid, I’ll get you to the Tower in no time.”

Without hesitation, Uldren immediately began to follow. “Excellent! Thank you, uhh… Mr. Six, was it?”

The robot man snorted. “Yeah no, don’t ever call me that again. Name’s Cayde. Former Hunter Vanguard, lover of ramen, and friend to all the chickens in the solar system, at your service.” He turned and bowed dramatically before continuing on his walk.

“Former?” Pulled Pork inquired. “Oh no, did someone take your place while I was gone? I thought that was only possible under certain conditions!”

“Nah, no one wants to take over the dang position, and I haven’t taken it back myself cause… well, it’s kind of a long story.”

“Well then,” Uldren said as he caught up with Cayde. “I suppose it’s a good thing we still have a ways to the Tower, yes?”

“Ohhh, I don’t wanna bore you with stories of my misfortunes.” Cayde waved his hand carelessly. “I got waaaaaaaaay better stories to tell than that one anyway, trust me.”

“Then by all means,” Uldren said with a grand gesture of his hands. “Feel free to tell. You have a captive audience, after all.”

Cayde gave Uldren a surprised look. He had never really met a person up to that point who was not only willing to listen to his stories, but was actually interested in hearing them to boot. This new guardian was certainly an odd one but… Cayde was starting to like him. After all, he had taken a full-on reckless blow to the face, a truly noteworthy Hunter trait that he appreciated. As he placed a hand on Uldren’s shoulder and looked him directly in the face, he said, “Kid… you and me are gonna make great friends after today.”

Friends. The word rang in Uldren’s ears like a chorus of birds singing. Nobody could see it, but underneath the helmet, Uldren wore the biggest smile he’d had on his face all day.

It took about a half hour for the two to make their way out of the City, but Uldren didn’t even notice how much time had passed. He was completely enamored by Cayde’s outrageous stories. Whether or not they were actually true, Uldren didn’t care. Simply the thought of such things being possible was enough to entertain Uldren’s view of what Guardians were truly capable of. And not only that, but Uldren was beginning to feel somewhat of a kindred spirit with Cayde the more they conversed. Cayde was apparently feeling it too, as he made a point to happily exclaim every time Uldren commented on how “cool” or “amazing” Cayde’s stories were. He wondered out loud why it had taken so long for the Traveler to finally grant him a friend he got along so well with.

“I guess we both just got lucky today,” Uldren replied with a shrug. “Or maybe it’s just, what is it called…. delayed gratification?”

Cayde shuddered. “Ugh, no, I hate that, never say that again, it’s not welcome here.”

“Oh, I feel you buddy,” Uldren said as he slung an arm across Cayde’s shoulders.

#again not gonna maintag cause no thank you LOL #this part's MUCH more lighthearted than the other #but unfortunately this is where it ends...#might write up a basic draft of what happened after this #cause I remember it almost perfectly tbh #but idk we'll see #also SPOILERS the only character I enjoy writing as much as Uldren is Cayde c:#ULTIMATE TRASH MAN #CAYDE WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS #Fireteam Misfit #DESTINY HOGWASH #my storiez

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phantomwarrior12 · 3 years

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Promises, Promises

"How much does he know?"

The Young Wolf lifts her head, casting a glance over her shoulder. When her eyes settle on Mara Sov, she turns back, propping her elbows on her knees.

She's not sure how long she's been here, staring down the crystal cocoon with no small amount of malice. Savathûn has opted for silence after her initial tirade. The Young Wolf had moved back by the gate but still sat near the threshold to watch.

It was, realistically, only a matter of time before she was addressed by the other queen in the room.

"Not much." She says at last, one finger tracing along an indent in her gauntlet - a way to distract herself from the aggravation welling in her chest.

"He tells you everything?" Mara sounds condescending, yet curious. Only she could attain such a contradictory feat.

It makes the Guardian's blood boil.

"He tells me enough." She bites back shortly.

"I wonder...how much haunts him. If anything, haunts him from a time before you hunted him like an animal and killed him."

There's that disdainful edge, that silent rage that lurks beyond the Awoken Queen's words. The Guardian had been waiting for this to come up - ever since Sov returned, she'd had this nagging sense that Uldren's execution would be a point of tension. Sometimes she hates when she's right.

Her hand settles over her holster, the Ace of Spades granting a fragment of composure.

"You said it yourself. Uldren was corrupted by the Garden. You didn't help him." She looks up, watching the Awoken Queen pace a few steps away, "Your brother wouldn't have stopped at the Dreaming City or the Tangled Shore. I did what I had to."

"No, you exacted your revenge." Mara returns firmly.

The Young Wolf wants to argue. Wants to tell her she didn't have an ulterior motive to killing Uldren and his Barons. But it wouldn't be true. She went after him to avenge Cayde. Blinded by rage and grief, she was ready to burn the Shore to the ground to kill the Prince...for all the good it did her. Cayde is still gone. The void in her heart still aches. She's wrestled with this particular demon more times than she can count and there is no justifying that bloodshed.

But this time - this time it won't happen like that. This time, she'll protect Crow.

She gets to her feet as Mara watches her expectantly. The Guardian meets her gaze, any semblance of doubt and grief vacant from her eyes, "Perhaps. But this time around, nothing is going to happen to Crow. If you try to drudge up Uldren, try to bring him back under your control," she narrows her eyes, "I'll hunt you down as I did your brother. Crow has endured enough, Sov. Let him live his life as a Guardian."

The threat does little, if anything, to Mara's demeanor. When she speaks, it is calm and dark and full of things the Young Wolf doesn't want to hear. "And if Savathûn has too great a hold on him? If she corrupts him as the Garden corrupted Uldren?"

"That won't happen--"

"So you hope," she moves past the Young Wolf, walking back to her console without another word.

The Guardian's Light flares, igniting along nerves and it takes all she has to keep her composure. She vanishes into the Light, re-emerging outside Crow's quarters. She knocks without any real forethought, scanning the hall just before the door opens.

He's half dressed, rubbing at his eyes as he leans on the doorframe for support.

He was asleep - shit.

"Guardian?" He manages after a moment but she doesn't allow him to get beyond a singular word. She steps up to him, tugging him close for a crushing embrace and the Hunter just stands there, stunned.

"Are you...alright?" He manages at last, carefully returning the embrace.

She can't answer right now. There is nothing she can say that will come out right. She is far too angry, far too afraid of losing him.

He carefully backs into the room, keeping her close as the door closes and he presses a kiss into her hair. "Whatever it is, it'll be alright. I promise."

No. No, it won't. Not until the Witch Queen is gone. Not until Osiris is returned. Crow won't be safe until this situation is resolved and it infuriates her.

But she can't say anything. Can't tell him to stay clear of Mara and Savathûn because it will raise questions she cannot answer. Instead, she lifts her head from his shoulder. Instead, she gazes into warm sunset and her palm cradles his cheek. His head inclines into her touch, his eyes searching her own and her rage just fades from her mind.

His fingers curl around her other hand, bringing them upward until he can press a kiss to her knuckles.

"Better?" He asks softly but she can still read the concern in his eyes.

Yet, she nods. She squeezes his hand, brushes her thumb along his cheek and manages a shadow of a smile.

He'll be alright.

She won't let anything happen to him, not so long as there is Light in her veins.

"You look like you could use some sleep," he chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to her palm before releasing her, "Come on. The bed is big enough for two."

She snorts, watching him make his way to his bedroom before she sheds her armor and trails after him. He lifts the blankets for her and she slides in beside him, curling up against his chest as he winds his arms around her. She nuzzles into his neck, the warm skin grounding her in an ocean of thoughts as her eyes flutter shut and a content sigh slips from her lips.

His voice is soft and tender as she starts to drift off, the day's concerns ebbing with every gentle brush of his fingers along her spine.

"Sweet dreams, Old Light."

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the-light-finds-its-way · 3 years

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Lazarus

Guardians name: Lazarus

Age: Infinite

Race: Jovian

Call signs/alias: The Gloomstalker

Pronouns: He/him

Class: Warlock

Preferred subclass(es): Void

Ghost’s name: Rasmodius

Their Vanguard: Zavala, Ikora, Cayde-6

Fireteam name: Fealty of Light

Fireteam teammates: None yet! He’s still searching for some people who’ll be his friends and join up with him!

Favorite legendary weapon: Twilight Oath

Favorite exotic weapon: Whisper of the Worm

Favorite exotic armor: Karnstein Armlets

Favorite ornament armor set: Steeplechase

Favorite weapon ornament: Eye of Osiris

What stats do they focus on: Recovery, Resilience, Mobility

Are they offense, defence, or support: Offense

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: Any and all of them

Do they lean more “Element of Surprise” or “Upfront and Aggressive”: Upfront and aggressive

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Strikes

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Asher Mir

Who are they mentoring(if they are. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Nobody at the moment

What ship do they have: A Thousand Wings

What is their Sparrow: Eon Drive

Favorite Ghost shell: Eris Morn shell

Favorite shader: Corrective // Protective

Favorite color: Black

Favorite food: Ramen

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they’ve seen any): The cell phone

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they’ve heard any): Amon Amarth

Favorite place in The Last City(if it’s a place you created, give a little description!): The 3rd District. It’s a place where many poor and homeless people live, and Lazarus likes to cook exotic meals and general food for them at every chance he gets. He likes helping give food to those without any.

Favorite NPC(s): Asher Mir, Ikora Rey, Zavala, Cayde-6

Favorite patrol location: Anywhere on the Tangled Shore

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): Stoicism, spontaneity, creativity, justice, cooking

Least favorite food: Hamburgers

Least favorite shader: Nailbiter (it’s too colorful for him)

Least favorite patrol location: Anywhere on Titan

Least favorite Pre-Collapse tech(if they’ve seen any): Landlines

Least favorite NPC(s): The Spider, Emperor Calus, Oryx, Savathun

Least favorite weapon ornament: Heretic Robe

Least favorite ornament armor set: Liminal Voyager

Least favorite legendary weapon: Avalanche

Least favorite exotic weapon: The Queenbreaker

Least favorite exotic armor: Transversive Steps

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): Stupidity, mistreatment, evil, bad food, negligence

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: A humble little apartment with minimal things. The walls are painted a dark grey, almost black, and the carpeting is black but soft, and the lighting is low. There are Vex trinkets everywhere, and broken Vex parts scattered about.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?(Y'all remember Polyvore? The website URSTYLE works very similar if that helps!):

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have: Cooking is his main and only hobby. Specifically, making gourmet meals.

What would your Guardian’s lore book be called: Breadwinner of Stars

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!): The Tangled Shore, near a Vex cave

What were they wearing when they were reborn: A button-down black shirt, khakis, black loafers, and a cheap watch

What was their reaction to being reborn: Confusion, loss, and disconnect

What was their reaction to their first rez: Awe. He felt invincible, and everlasting. Immortality comes with no price but the weight of defending the innocent, and he was glad to immediately take on that duty.

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Friendlies. Asher Mir found him, and rescued him.

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): Asher Mir

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: Lazarus found no indication of his past life besides the clothes he wore. He assumed he came from wealth of some sort, perhaps a high society member of the Jovians, though he’s unsure. He has tried finding out more about his life, but no Jovian recognizes him before he was a Guardian.

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn’t rez with past life momentos): The cave Lazarus woke up near was a labyrinth, and without knowing the word for it, Laz called the place “a lazarus” instead of labyrinth. Asher laughed, genuinely, and said he’d call the man Lazarus for such a comment. But eventually, both took pride in the name, and it became a strong name with lots of positive meaning to them both.

Going back to your Guardian’s lore book, what would be some some quotes or passages from their book: A lot of recipes, including one on cooking Ahamkara properly. Lots of exploration into the Vex, and adventures to figure out how to cure Asher Mir’s arm and save his teacher. Some quotes would be: “The Light hurt me at first, but eventually, it wasn’t so bad. I adapted it to suit my needs, and made a tool from a weapon against myself.” “Jovians wince at the Light, but me? I will embrace it forevermore. It is a gift unto me, and I will reach my tendrils into eternity to wield it if I must.”

Does your Guardian have a significant other: No

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: Lazarus explored the Vex labyrinth, and learned its ins and outs. It took quite some time to get used to it, but his intelligence is high, and thus, Laz learned them faster than Asher could.

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: Awe and wonder. It was as beautiful and lively as he’d imagined it being.

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: Mithrax’s House Light

Does your Guardian’s clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share): N/A

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: “Light be with us all, for Darkness is but an inescapable dive into a jaded infinity.”

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians (The Last City/The Farm), Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rouge Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords(if your Guardian is an Old Light) tell us about it!: Lazarus disagrees heavily with the Iron Lords, and always has. He didn’t like them when they were warlords, and he still disagrees with them to this day. Laz gets along with other races, specifically Eliksni, as they are close neighbors to the Jovians, both living on the Tangled Shore. He saw their Collapse, when they lay siege to The Last City, and felt pity and sympathy for them rather than hating them. Laz has only ever fought Vex, and studied them, and sees them as a bane and plight, since they hurt his teacher. He struggles to trust the Cabal after what they did during the Red War, but he’s slowly trusting them. He doesn’t trust the Hive whatsoever, and disagrees with Darkness as a whole.

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards): The Eliksni. Lazarus has befriended them long before House Light was a thing, and spent lots of time with them on the Shore.

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: Horribly. Lazarus does not trust Stasis, as it’s Darkness, and he thinks it’ll corrupt everyone at some point. Some are more resistant to the corruption than others, but everyone who uses Darkness will succumb to it someday.

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven: N/A

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni: N/A

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again: Lazarus was shocked beyond measure, and was ready to kill him again to defend the innocent people.

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: Lazarus stayed on the sidelines, giving resources to the Lightless, Guardians, everyone, and mainly provided support and healing as necessary. He couldn’t put himself in danger, and advised others to do the same.

Here are some characters that are either polarizing or have created a strong enough mass emotion within the community. What opinion does your Guardian hold on each of them(These are only a handful of characters!)>>>

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: Lazarus struggles to trust Osiris, and believe him to be a better person today. He’s well aware of the old, self-centered Osiris with a whole cult, and is dismayed by this man’s sheer selfishness.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: Awe and amazement at her persistence. Laz admires her deeply.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: A young soul, and foolhardy, but a great person nonetheless.

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: Wise, trustworthy, a great friend.

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: Someone Laz can confide in, and trust to have his back at all times.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: A great person, someone with conviction and will, with the best interest of others in mind. Lazarus loves Saint, and trusts him deeply.

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: Distaste, hatred, loathing. Lazarus can’t forgive what Saladin did.

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: Admiration, aspiration to be like him, and he is proof that anyone can change for the better.

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: Wary, but willing to give aid and help however he can. Crow isn’t Uldren, and he’s better. Lazarus must constantly remind himself of this.

The Spider, The Shore’s Only Law, founder of “House” Spider: A con artist, and someone to sparingly trust only when absolutely necessary.

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: Never trust him, never believe him. The man only spews false promises.

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves: Never trusted her, never believed her, and never will. She is a con artist as much as Spider.

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: Trusts him, and believes him to be a good person. Lazarus likes that he mistrusts Stasis as much as he does.

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light: Trusts him completely, and believes him to be a savior and the Light of Eliksni.

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth “Elsie” Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray: Wary to trust her, and hesitant around her. Laz believes someday she’ll succumb to the Darkness, and fall victim to its influence. He pities this day.

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness: A fool, misguided, so desperate and damned. She dug her grave, and she now lays in it.

Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire: Struggles to trust her, but after what she did for Zavala, he’s willing to give her a chance.

Taniks the Scarred, the Perfected, the Abomination, the Shadow Thief: He’s a scourge on everyone, and a threat to be eliminated.

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it: Lazarus is ready to fight, and will go against it tooth and nail. He doesn’t hesitate to take things head on, and will do the same against the Darkness. Whatever must be done to protect the innocent, Laz will do it.

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights: Never give in to Darkness, and always walk with the Light.

#my guardians #long post

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Character Creation: Thera

@pretty-meekish who made all of these wonderful questions!

(I didn’t do all of them btw. And I will do another sometime about Angelica!)

Guardians name: Thera

Age: I’ve never really thought about age. I’d say 21 in years she’s been a Guardian.

Race: Awoken.

Call signs/alias: Young Wolf

Pronouns: She/her (is fine with being referred to with they/them pronouns, just prefers she/her)

Class: Hunter

Preferred subclass(es): Solar or Stasis

Ghost's name: Scout

Their Vanguard: Still doesn’t have one

Fireteam name: Doesn’t really have a name for her fireteam, since she doesn’t really consider it one in the first place ( because it only has one member)

Fireteam teammates: Angelica (or Ann)

Favorite legendary weapon: Drang

Favorite exotic weapon: Riskrunner

Favorite ornament armor set: Luxe

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: Thera’s fine with any of them, though she likes close combat or mid combat the most.

Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive": Upfront and aggressive, definitely.

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Crucible, though she plays Gambit just as much as she plays the Crucible.

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Both Zane-2 and Sora (both characters I created) were like her mentors. Sora was an awoken warlock, who was the oldest of the three, and like a mother figure to Thera. Zane was an exo hunter, and was more like an older brother. Unfortunately, both died fifteen years ago.

Who are they mentoring(if they are. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Thera is like a mentor to Angelica, or Ann, a young hunter who arrived at the Tower months ago.

What ship do they have: After Cayde’s death, Thera got the Queen of Hearts.

What is their Sparrow:

Favorite Ghost shell: She really likes the Tangled Lights shell.

Favorite shader: Dust mine was the one she used the most when she was still young, but now she switches between a bunch of them, as long as it has purples or blues.

Favorite color: Purple

Favorite food: Thera secretly likes anything with cheese.

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): Zane-2 had a vinyl player that she now owns.

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they've heard any): Classic rock.

Favorite place in The Last City(if it's a place you created, give a little description!): Thera doesn’t go to down to the City often. Mostly she chooses to go adventuring instead. But when she does, she goes down to where the children play, usually with Ann and/or Shaxx. They like to play games with her, or hear some of her stories.

Favorite NPC(s): Ikora Rey, Amanda, Crow

Favorite patrol location: Anywhere in the EDZ

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): Pizza, MARVEL movies, any kind of oldies music, fiction books (usually fantasy), and pretty earrings (dangle ones, though she doesn’t get the chance to wear them all the time).

Least favorite food: Spinach, or like, most vegetables

Least favorite patrol location: Anywhere on the Moon

Least favorite NPC(s): Spider

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): Our modern day pop music (or at least, she thinks she hates all of it), the Hive (especially ogres), romance movies, romance books, and getting her picture taken.

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: Because she’s the hero of the Red War, once they got the City back, she got a bigger room in the Tower. It’s a single large room with a decent sized bed (not really a queen, but not really a twin either). There’s two desks (one in the front of the room, and one in the back), a big bookshelf, and a kitchette on the West wall with a small round table that can fit two people. She also has a comfy sitting chair that sits by the bookshelf for reading and writing. There’s also a bathroom with a bath/shower, unlike other bathrooms which only have a small bathroom with only a shower. And there is a closet.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?(Y'all remember Polyvore? The website URSTYLE works very similar if that helps!): Thera has a bunch of casual clothes that she has tucked away into her small closet. A few formal wear, which are dresses (usually purple or black), casual wear which consists of dark pants and either a t-shirt or blouse (which is usually worn with a leather jacket of some kind), and lots of boots. And some clothes for when she’s going to be doing a lot of fitness based things, which are shorts and a tanktop with tennis shoes.

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have: Thera likes to cook and bake in her free time.

What would your Guardian's lore book be called: Secrets of the Wolf

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!): She was reborn in the Cosmodrome where the game starts off.

What were they wearing when they were reborn: An old t-shirt which had a design on it but it was severely faded, black jeans, and tennis shoes that were very dirty.

What was their reaction to being reborn: Basically something like, “I haven’t a clue what’s going on here-”

What was their reaction to their first rez: “Is the tiny headache normal? And the queasiness? Do you ever get used to that?

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Hostiles. Lots of Fallen.

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): She met Cayde first of course, along with the other Vanguard, but besides them, she met Zane-2 first.

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: All Thera remembers is her name.

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some some quotes or passages from their book: Probably a passage talking about her past before she became known as a hero, back when Sora and Zane were both alive. Her thoughts on certain rules the Vanguard have made about diving into their pasts, and things like that. Another passage talking about her depression and trauma that she went through.

Does your Guardian have a significant other: Crow, though it is to remain a secret as of now. Only Ann and Osiris know about it.

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: No, she headed straight to the City.

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: She was amazed. Amazed at all the Guardians, and at the Traveler, and the city itself, and more.

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: Nope.

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: “Shoot aliens, and look good doing it!” Probably on a fancy looking gun.

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians (The Last City/The Farm), Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rouge Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords(if your Guardian is an Old Light) tell us about it!: Thera has a few friends down in the City. Not exactly friends, since they don’t really hang out, but people she goes to when she needs help and they know they can go to her. For example, she has one friend who owns a restaurant in the City, and at Dawning time, she uses the kitchen there to make snacks for everyone that’s important in her life. There’s also a woman who owns a sort of thrift store and Thera goes to shop there all the time, so they both know each other and will talk from time to time.

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: She believes it won’t hurt anyone if they use it every now and then, but that Guardians shouldn’t use it all the time. Switch back to the Light a majority of the time.

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: Thera was the Hero of the Red War. The one to get the light back and fight against Ghaul.

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: She thinks of him very wise and listens to every word he says. She knows that she can talk to him.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: Thera and her both relate to each other because of the trauma they’ve been through, so they both know that if they want, they can open up to each other and the other will understand.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: After the death of Sora and Zane-2, Cayde was like the only really close friend she had left. Cayde would always make sure she was alright. If she got enough sleep, if she ate that day, ect.

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: Ikora is another older sister figure. She usually confides to Ikora here and there about her ideas on events.

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: Though the two don’t always see eye-to-eye, Thera respects him, and understands that he has a lot of worries on his shoulders, especially right now.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: Thera finds him a good person to hang out with. She’s fed the pigeons with him once or twice to relax.

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: Thera trusts him, but doesn’t always agree with what he believes.

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: She likes hanging out with him. He always knows how to get her into a good mood if he knows she’s upset or angry.

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: She feels sorry about the things he’s gone through when working for Spider. Now, he is secretly her boyfriend, though only few know it. Thera enjoys every second she gets to spend with him.

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider: Son of a-

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: She is a firm believer that Guardians are far different than who they were before, so she doesn’t think of Crow as Uldren. She didn’t like Uldren much at all.

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves: She was a bit of a b***h, in Thera’s opinion.

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: She understands that he did not mean for Cayde to die, and has forgiven him.

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights: “Listen, for you hunters, fight well, and look good doing it. Warlocks, get ahold of any book you can get ahold of. I had a friend who believed that with enough studying, you may come across something that could help the Last City greatly. And for the Titans, stay strong and listen to the Warlocks. They know what they’re doing, but almost never listen to hunters. We’ll usually lead you into trouble.”

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny guardians #destiny game #young wolf oc #destiny young wolf #young wolf

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@pretty-meekish I have done you question thing.

Guardians name: Atlas

Age: 26

Race: Human

Call signs/alias: N/A

Pronouns: He/him

Class: Titan

Preferred subclass(es): Solar

Ghost's name: Drachen

Their Vanguard: Zavala

Fireteam name: Last Words

Fireteam teammates: Faire, Deimos, Ruin-1, Ardyn-2

Favorite legendary weapon: D1: The Devil you know. D2: The Vow

Favorite exotic weapon: D1: Patience and

Time/Gjallarhorn. D2: Ace of Spades/Sweet Business

Favorite exotic armor: D1: Sunbreakers Mark. D2: Armamentarium

Favorite ornament armor set: Virtuous set (Season of Dawn's set)

Favorite weapon ornament: Last Hand/Salute to the Colonel/Big Blind

What stats do they focus on: Resilience and Recovery

Are they offense, defence, or support: All three but mainly offense, he switches around if the situation calls for him to do so.

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: Close so he can punch things and set them on fire.

Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive": Upfront and Aggressive, he's a Titan.

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Strikes although if Mayhem is in then he's heading for that.

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): A solar Titan named Chad Lucky

What ship do they have: Saint's Invocation with Reflection Effects for the transmats effect. Shader is Lighthouse Sun.

What is their Sparrow: Atlas Runner

Favorite Ghost shell: Tie between Kill Tracker Ghost, Kitbash Shell, and Atlas Shell.

(Although I do own the irl Kill Tracker Ghost so he leans towards this one, but Kitbash's description is a mood.)

Favorite shader: Sulfur Burnish (it's from D1 and I am too lazy to Google it)

Favorite color: Colors of fire

Favorite food: Apples

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): N/A

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they've heard any): Rasputin by Bobby Farrell and this is only because he likes to blast it to annoy everyone or he knows others will start singing it.

Favorite place in The Last City(if it's a place you created, give a little description!): Shaxx's area

Favorite NPC(s): Shaxx, Zavala, Ikora, Cayde-6, Saint-14, Osiris, Banshee-44, Amanda, Lord Saladin, Lady Efrideet, Failsafe, Asher, Eva, Tyra, Arcite, KADI 55-30.

Favorite patrol location: Nessus

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): Sleep, his husband Shaxx, his friends, his Ghost, his Sparrow, when someone finally calls him a veteran. (I missed the transfer date by 3 months and I still am angry that I missed it.

Least favorite food: Rhubarb (My dad and his dad hate it so decided to give him it)

Least favorite shader: Anything related to his enemies and the Reef/Dreaming City, EX Reefmade.

Least favorite patrol location: Europa

Least favorite Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): N/A

Least favorite NPC(s): The Sovs, The Brays, Executor Hideo, Brother Vance, The cult of Osiris, Variks.

Least favorite weapon ornament: All In, this is because it makes the Ace look like a completely new gun.

Least favorite ornament armor set: Legatus, Valkyrian, Hardy's.

Least favorite legendary weapon: (I really haven't thought of it.)

Least favorite exotic weapon: Any of them that people use to be dicks in Crucible like Jöttun because that means he only gets kills if he uses those guns.

Least favorite exotic armor: Ashen Wake

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): The Sovs, The Brays, Executor Hideo, being awake, anyone being rude to his loved ones. (Looking at you Drifter)

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: Clean and tidy as they live with Shaxx.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?(Y'all remember Polyvore? The website URSTYLE works very similar if that helps!): A T-shirt and black pants along with basketball shoes. [Literally what I wear]

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have: Sewing, crocheting, knitting, reading.

What would your Guardian's lore book be called: Atlas's Wild Ride

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!): Old America

What were they wearing when they were reborn: Gold and red shirt, black pants and basketball shoes.

What was their reaction to being reborn: Complete confusion

What was their reaction to their first rez: "What the absolute fuck!"

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Friendlies

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): Fireteam Hide and Reap. They're mine but I don't really feel like going into detail with all 6 members.

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: He only knows that he entered a death trap so others could escape the Fallen.

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn't rez with past life momentos): Since he was holding up a gate in the death trap his Ghost decided to give him the name Atlas due to how similar he looked to the pictures of the ancient Greek Titan.

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some quotes or passages from their book: "I punched an echo of Oryx to death!"

Does your Guardian have a significant other: Warlord Shaxx

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: No

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: "That's huge!"

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: No but I am part of one.

Does your Guardian's clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share): N/A

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: "Hang in there my fellow Guardian."

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards): Drifter and Spider, he hates both but understands he needs them to do things.

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: "I was unwillingly brought back from the dead so I'll use whatever power I please."

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven: N/A

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni: N/A

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again: "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO HIT HIM WITH MY HAMMER, JUST STAY FUCKING DEAD!"

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: He went to the Farm and made or fixed clothes as well as class items.

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: Bird grandpa 1.0 needs to go see his husband Bird grandpa 2.0 for love.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: Who doesn't love Creepy space mom!

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: SPACE VODKA MOM I MISS YOU!

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: Space mom is very deadly, she needs sleep and relaxation

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: Space dad is deadly too, he also needs sleep and relaxation.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: Bird grandpa 2.0 please go hug Bird grandpa 1.0!

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: Wolf Grandpa!

Lady Efrideet, part time Iron Banner handler, Guardian hippie, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: Wolf Grandma will throw Titans at you if she's angry!

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: MY HUSBAND!

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: This is my begrudgingly adopted son who I co-parent with Faire.

Shaw Han, random Hunter vendor for the Cosmodrome: This is my dumb son I adopted.

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider: "Fuck off or I'll kill you with fire!"

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: Fucky, Fucky, Fucky you!

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves: Fucky, Fucky, fucky you. Also SHAXX IS MINE NOW SO FUCK OFF, I'M A GOD SLAYER AND I FUCKING PUNCHED ORYX TO DEATH!

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: "I didn't trust you in the Reef but now I hate you for the Prison riot and not just because Cayde died, the Scorn are unholy creatures that shouldn't have been able to be created."

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light: "You try anything and I WILL END YOU!"

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth "Elsie" Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray: "Ew a Bray."

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness: "YOU BETTER STAY FUCKING FROZEN!"

Taniks the Scarred, the Perfected, the Abomination, the Shadow Thief: "WHY DON'T YOU STAY DEAD!"

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it: "Well shit."

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights:

"Hang in there and don't do anything that will make my unstable ass come after you because YOU WILL DIE. Also for the love of the Light RESPECT THE ELDER GUARDIANS LIKE ZAVALA OR IKORA!"

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny titan #destiny game #destiny oc

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hustlemeanokay · 3 years

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Xander | Destiny 2 | Titan

Did a little drawing this morning, finally.

Xander - Class VII Sunbreaker - Awoken - Male

Ghost Name - Luz

Relationship Status - Widower

Loads of info on him and a little sort of paragraph about him below the cut.

Notable Battles - Battle of Six Fronts - Battle of Twilight Gap - Par Valon Sven - The Taken War - The Red War

Currently Stationed - Nessus - Previously Stationed - Titan

Known Allegiances - Warlords of Charlone Pass - Ironlords of Felwinter Peak - The Sunbreakers - Burning Order of Ra - The Last City, Under Deputy Commander Sloane

Age - Unknown : Risen Origin - Unknown : Origin - Unknown

Titles/Aliases - Light Bearer - Warlord - Great Wolf - Umon-Ra - Maul of Par Volon

Known Friendly Associates -

Commander Zavala (Younger Biological Brother) - Speaker (Deceased) - Saint-14 (Formerly Deceased) - Lord Felwinter (Deceased) - Ikora Rey - The Ironlords - The Drifter - Cayde-6 (Deceased) - Petra Venj - Ada-1 - Dep. Com. Sloane (Status Unknown) - Devrim Kay

Known Enemies -

Osiris - Brother Vance - Mara Sov - Master Rahool - Asher Mir - Anastasia Bray

Previous Enemies, Now Unknown Relationship -

Crow - Rasputin

Personality - Calm, quite, focused.

Xander doesn’t neccesarily like being at the Tower, because Zavala is there. Not because they don’t get along - they have a close relationship. But because people treat him differently, because they know who he is, and thus - he feels compelled to... kind of hide out. Once, long ago, Xander was full of fire and fight - like all light bearers, probably. But a twist of fate, destiny, whatever one wants to call it - took it all from him and since then, he’s grown... still. He’s not so quick to act anymore, more calculating, more thoughtful. He took a fifty year (or so) break from... living before the Red War, Luz left his remains in his ship, hidden away on Io until the system could no longer be ignored. The only thing now that will light his temper is Osiris. The two have history and while Xander knows his anger is misplaced, that knowledge does little to stem the tide of his rage whenever he sees the old Warlock. It was the forest that took Xander’s wife, back when he thought it possible to have such a thing. Back when he, Nef, a handful of others, and Osiris all either guarded or explored its many pathways in search of answers to help stop what they all feared was coming. But they were only ever trespassers, and Nef paid the ultimate price. Her ghost taken first, then her... and Xander blames Osiris for it all. Of course, Osiris bears this blame like he does all things, in a matter of fact way. It happened, it was in the past, there’s nothing he can do about it now. And Xander knows this. He understands all of it. But all of that understanding does nothing when he sees him. He’ll fly into a rage. And a Sunbreaker (hell, any guardian really) who loses their grip on their temper like that, is best kept at a distance from the source of their anger. Thus, Xander had always made sure to keep himself far from Osiris. Now that the old Warlock is back at the tower, he does his best not to go near that side of the wall. He stays away as much as he can... and considers taking up a station on Europa. But his worry over his brother keeps him at the Tower.

#destiny #my guardian #my art #xander #titan #sunbreaker #used loading screen of him for reference #except the hair

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bigbadwolf-16 · 3 years

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anyway heres the thing for wolf and i am SO sorry if the readmore doesnt work oof this bitch long

slightly modified it

Name:

Wolf-16

Age:

Mentally twelve, but roughly Dark Age old.

Race:

Exo

Call signs/alias:

Wolf. One syllable, easy.

Pronouns:

He / Him

Class:

Hunter

Preferred subclass(es):

Gunslinger, but he’s handy with Void and Stasis. Never got the hang of Arc.

Ghost's name:

Serenity, but she reluctantly answers to Red sometimes.

Their Vanguard:

He came late to the party and properly joined the Guardian ranks sometime after Tallulah died, but he was closest to Cayde-6, rip.

Fireteam name:

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo (former) Maelstrom (former) Exodus (current)

Fireteam teammates:

In Foxtrot: Liz Cabrera, King-3, Armani-7 In Maelstrom: Amelia-9, Atticus Maav In Exodus: Puck-13, Aera-9, Emmanuel-7

Favorite legendary weapon:

Dire Promise IKELOS SMG Seventh Seraph SAW

Favorite exotic weapon:

Ace of Spades Riskrunner The Lament

Favorite exotic armor:

Sealed Ahamkara Grasps The Sixth Coyote St0mp-335

Are they offense, defense, or support:

Generally offense, he’s blindingly fast and is a crackshot with any weapon you put in his hands.

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range:

He prefers mid to long, but ends up getting in close more often than he’d like. The agility kind of nerfs his ability to take a lot of damage all at once, so he goes airborne the second he gets surrounded.

Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive":

A bit of both! He’ll pull a surprise attack and jump in to get his hands dirty if he has to, which makes him a pretty good distraction if there’s a lot of enemies looking for a bullet sponge, but he prefers a little bit of distance if he can get it.

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible:

Getting him into strikes takes a lot of perseverance, honestly. He’ll do them if Zavala can actually hold him down long enough. Hunters are elusive as hell anymore, and the amount of times he’s been back to the Tower or even within the City’s walls since the Red War can be counted on one hand.

Crucible is also kind of a gamble. Serenity doesn’t like him doing it because he gets ruthlessly competitive and tends to favor Stasis which gets... ahhh, intense...

He fucks super hard with Gambit, tho. If he’s anywhere near the City, he’s probably playing Gambit because the Drifter won’t give him the good stuff until he does.

Who was their mentor:

If anyone was, it was probably Serenity and only insofar as teaching him how to be fucking normal. It hasn’t worked very well.

Who are they mentoring:

He went through a brief stint where he mentored Atticus. He couldn’t teach him any Warlock things, of course, but other stuff like no-scoping an Acolyte or picking locks? Absolutely.

What ship do they have:

After Forsaken, all of Cayde’s stuff was pretty much left alone, but Wolf asked the Vanguard if he could take the Queen of Hearts and they let him.

What is their Sparrow:

Blood in the Water

Favorite Ghost shell:

Serenity picks her own shells. When they met, she pretty much had the Rust Punk shell after the one she was created with got messed up pretty badly. The new one didn’t stand up very well against the elements.

Wolf keeps a handful of them in the ship so that she can go between them and her favorites are Wisteria Orbit and In Fine Omnium, but she goes back to her old one occasionally if she doesn’t want to get the others dirty.

Favorite color:

Red, but sometimes purple.

Favorite food:

Any kind of spicy ramen and shawarma.

Least favorite food:

He doesn’t like anything with a bitter taste and there are a lot of veggie-based things he just genuinely cannot stand the thought of.

Favorite Pre-Collapse music:

He discovered classic rock and hasn’t looked back once.

Favorite place in The Last City:

Before the Red War when he spent more time in the city itself, his apartment. It was small and pretty cozy and also loaded with his hauls from various jobs. He’d sit in the window and play video games on his off days and just chill with Serenity for hours.

There was also a bar he’d frequent with his old fireteam (and sneakretly sometimes with Cayde) where they pretty much knew everyone who worked there by name. It’s the one place he never got kicked out of for causing a ruckus.

Favorite NPC(s):

Cayde and Wolf hung out a lot when either one of them had the time. These days, if he’s anywhere near the Tower, it’s only to see Amanda or Banshee.

He also likes to kick it with Devrim, Variks, and Failsafe. Osiris finds him frustrating at best, but he and Crow are kind of a package deal at this point.

Least favorite NPC(s):

He finds Rahool kind of dry and nerdy and has nothing but bad things to say about Hideo.

Favorite patrol location:

The EDZ. It’s more or less his home now and he knows every square inch of it by heart.

Least favorite patrol location:

Anywhere on Europa or the Moon. Europa he’ll at least go to without being dragged, if only just to say hi to Variks or Elsie and check up on how things are going, but after the Lunar Incident he won’t step foot on the Moon unless Eris requests him specifically.

5 things your Guardian likes:

Glimmer, babeyyyy!! Also food, bad jokes, going real fast, and springtime.

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything):

Handling trauma in a healthy way like normal person, having to be responsible for people, being told what to do, big open spaces, and waiting.

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like:

Wolf can and will sleep just about anywhere and in pretty much any position. His old apartment in the City was destroyed during the war, and he just never went back, so now he knocks out in whatever place has enough cover or is out of the way enough he won’t be found.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?:

Lots. He usually goes for a more urban style, so lots of huge hoodies, joggers, chunky sneakers, snapbacks, that kind of thing. He generally only wears armor when he’s actively working.

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have:

Outside of Guardian stuff, he’s picked up a handful of skills over the years. He can rap and sing and figured out how to autotune his voice/mimic others, he’s pretty good at woodcarving and making little things out of scrap metal, and even if his designs are intentionally tacky he’s good at custom paint jobs for jumpships and Sparrows.

As for hobbies, that mostly consists of exploring. He’s got a lot of patrol areas memorized, and does a lot of urbex in places that aren’t very thoroughly mapped because he likes finding pre-Collapse artifacts and seeing places not very many others have. Mostly for selling.

He also does a lot of gambling, but whether or not he’s any good at it is arguable.

What would your Guardian's lore book be called:

Sixteen Wolves

Where was your Guardian reborn?:

Somewhere in the humid and shitty swamp that used to be Houston, Texas. It was tough going for a while, but they eventually traveled all the way to what would eventually be the City.

What were they wearing when they were reborn:

Rapidly disintegrating work gear from, presumably, some kind of security job.

What was their reaction to being reborn:

Confusion and alarm, but he warmed up to Serenity pretty quickly, so it wasn’t too bad after the initial shock.

What was their reaction to their first rez:

Very surprised until Serenity explained what had just happened. After that, all bets were off.

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles:

Like many, the first sentient form of life he met was hostile, but it wasn’t aliens. His first run-in with other people was a group of survivors who had a lot of mistrust regarding the Risen and he didn’t want to fight them, so he took off.

Who was the first other Guardian they met?:

He definitely doesn’t remember, but it probably wasn’t a pleasant encounter.

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found:

Exos get the luxury of at least knowing their name, but Wolf found his etched into a corner of his chest plate in cool letters. He didn’t remember anything from his past life beyond random glimpses if he dug hard enough, and nowadays those glimpses are pretty rare and extremely vague. There’s never any memory fragment that’s enough to really grab onto, so he tends not to bother with it.

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn't rez with past life mementos):

Exo thing! He doesn’t remember if it was just some kind of moniker or part of his actual original human name, but Wolf sounds cool so he’s not worried about it.

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some quotes or passages from their book:

The Hunter dove for the ball and caught it, whipped it back across to his companion with a well-practiced flick of his wrist and tumbled. The Warlock caught it a bit more gracefully and without getting dirt on his clothes.

“Do you ever think about home?”

“What do you mean?”

The Warlock shrugged, tossing the ball back and forth between his palms. “Home. You know. Where you’re from. Your people, I mean. I think about the Dreaming City a lot. I don’t remember how it used to be, but... I like to think maybe I had family there once. Someone to miss me when I was gone. Dreadful to think of how it’s been destroyed...”

“Hm.” Wolf considered the question, then it was his turn to shrug. “Dunno. Guess we don’t really have one.”

“You must have something, Wolf. Exos had to come from somewhere. Everyone has a home.”

“Y’all might have a home. All we got’s a graveyard.”

Does your Guardian have a significant other:

He’s had a handful over the years. He’s still friends with Liz, not that anyone can tell because all they do is fuck with each other and cause trouble when they’re together. He and Amelia were a thing briefly but that one had to be called off to preserve their friendship because, even though they’ve known each other for decades and get along surprisingly well, they are very, very different people.

The last one was Cayde, and that didn’t end well for anyone. Cringe culture is dead, don’t @ me.

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to:

That was kinda the name of the game back then. The City was just a dinky little encampment and Wolf was on a completely different continent, so by the time he actually got there it was a dinky little town with not much to explore. He ended up breezing through a few times before anyone even really realized he was a Risen. The section of the wall he helped build is actually still there.

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City:

A little bit surprised, honestly. He already knew there were a lot of little camps and small towns scattered around, but he hadn’t expected to find any that were that organized and so full of lightbearers and mortals, just working side by side.

Is your Guardian a part of a clan:

Yes! He’s part of the Exodus Family.

Does your Guardian's clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share):

Not much that I’m personally aware of, just cus my friends and I haven’t talked about it at length, but basically everyone is an Exo and having a fairytale/biblical theme is pretty common. Like. Puck is an obvious one. Wolf and Serenity are a little bit Little Red Riding Hood themed, only insomuch as Serenity having an affinity for red shells and Wolf thinking he’s all big and bad and tough.

(He’s not, he’s a baby.)

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be:

I have a couple of these actually, all inspired by some really good quotes I’ve seen.

Wolf Moon’s Chase (Exotic) “Don’t look back. You’re not going that way.” A hand cannon with a wolf head grip and the Howlin’ Wolves perk; Successive precision kills gradually reload the clip and boost Super energy regen even if stowed. Missed shots have a chance to track enemies and explode.

Last Man Standing (Exotic) ”I was always taught that if you shoot for the Moon and miss, the vacuum of space will suck out your eyeballs. Failure is not an option. Go kill ‘em.” Chest armor with the Knock ‘Em Dead perk: Low health massively boosts damage, resilience, and mobility for a short amount of time.

Bad Blood (Legendary) ”The strength of the pack is the Wolf. The strength of the Wolf is the pack.” A Hunter’s cloak with the Vermilion Stripe down one side and a moon shattered into three pieces on the back.

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians, Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rogue Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords tell us about it!:

Wolf’s been around a while and he’s seen a lot of things, so let’s dig into this one.

He’s not as well known in the City except by name unless he’s wearing his wolf mask, but he drops in at the Farm pretty often and he’s on good terms with everyone there. He does a lot of supply runs for them and will stick around if they’re shorthanded to help with upkeep or defense if there’s a lot of hostile activity in the area. In general, he doesn’t interact a whole lot with mortals unless they’ve been out on the front lines like Devrim or Suraya. There’s way too much cultural and social disconnect there and he doesn’t have the patience or really even the language to try and explain to them that he, even as a Guardian and Old Light, is just as human as they are and while he may be immortal and have crazy cosmic superpowers given to him by a mysterious and sentient white spheroid, dying hurts and the trauma every Guardian walks around with just is not worth it.

Where Eliksni are concerned, he tends not to initiate fights with them. If they shoot first, all bets are off, but for the most part he has a lot of respect for what they’ve been through and can relate to feeling lost and completely adrift with no identity. He helps rebels on Europa either fight back against Salvation or escape to Earth to join the House of Light. He’s made a lot of friends that way.

Cabal he has a lot of respect for as well, for similar reasons. They lost their home to the Hive and are trying to survive in the best way they know how, even if he doesn’t agree with their politics. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen with Caiatl, but he’s trying to maintain hope that her empire and humanity will eventually reach an understanding. They’d be unstoppable as allies.

He doesn’t fuck with the Vex. Even before things came to light on Europa, even being near them made his brain itch and one of his biggest fears is being infected with some kind of Vex virus that’ll turn him into one of them and spread to other Exos or Ghosts, almost to the point he’d prefer to avoid them altogether.

He is terrified of the Hive. I’ve mentioned the Lunar Incident before, and the trauma of it caused such an intense meltdown that it forced a reset. Unless Eris Morn specifically asks him personally to go to the Moon for any reason, he doesn’t go anywhere near it. He can deal with them in other places like the Reef or on Earth, but the combination of Moon + Hive just scares him to death.

Taken and Scorn both are kind of a wobbly thing for him. He feels bad for what happened to them, but knowing that it can’t be reversed and that just killing them is a mercy makes it easier to deal with them. With Taken and anything relating to them, the spatial distortion they cause kind of overwhelms his processes if he’s dealing with it for too long and can make him feel a little sick, but that usually subsides once he’s gotten some distance. (Scorn are just... Oof. On the one hand, he kind of feels like they’re not too dissimilar to lightbearers just in that they were brought back from the dead and now won’t stay dead, but he always wonders if they’re suffering or if they even know where they are or what they’re doing. It’s just incredibly sad to see them like that, and the same goes for the Wrathborn.)

Rogue lightbearers? He kind of is one. He didn’t join the Vanguard until long after the City was established and before that he was just kind of doing his own thing being a thieving little shithead. It was Amelia who encouraged him to do it, and he’s shaped up a lot since then and become a lot more sympathetic toward other people. He still has that wild edge and always plays it fast and loose with the rules, more so than even most other Hunters, so he’s always butting heads with Zavala about that. In general, he doesn’t think much of them unless they’ve genuinely gone bad and are actively out there hunting and hurting other people.

Warlords/Iron Lords, uhhh. He was friends with a Warlord back in their day, but he didn’t pay them much mind outside of that. As far as he was concerned, if they stayed out of his way and he stayed out of theirs, everything was fine because other people’s problems weren’t his problem and he had no intention of getting tangled up with all that shit when he had a free pass to do all the petty crimes he wanted. He’s always thought the Iron Lords were stuffy and holier-than-thou, but he does kind of respect what they did back then and he might rip on Lord Saladin, but he understands his perspective on things. That kind of survival instinct and total victory or death philosophy, like... ya know. Wolf grew up in different times, too, and back then it was genuinely kill or be killed and you couldn’t trust anyone not to stab you in the back over scraps. He gets it. He may not always agree, but he gets it.

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards):

Definitely. It didn’t start with Crow and Spider of course, but they’re a pretty good example. As a Hunter, he is connected. He knows a guy for everything you can think of and most of that knowledge is very under the table kind of shit. If the gains are good, he’ll partner up with just about anyone and his only hard limit is probably wholesale murder and not necessarily even because he isn’t comfortable with it. It’s a lot of mess, and a lot of potential to get his ass into really deep trouble he’d rather avoid.

He’s got a lot of Eliksni and Cabal buddies out in the system, most of whom he met in some makeshift prison or while trapped somewhere. More than once it’s been a situation of kidnapping where he just accidentally became friends with his captors.

One of his best friends for years was an Eliksni vandal out on the Tangled Shore, so he has absolutely no issue with having unconventional allies.

(Plus, like. With the system in total fucking chaos, you’re gonna need all the friends you can get. He’s dumb but he’s not stupid.)

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis:

Wolf has mixed feelings about Stasis. With Exos being pretty much literally born of Darkness, he has a natural affinity for it but being such a sensitive dude makes it very easy for the Darkness to manipulate him through. Any time he uses Stasis, he gets weird and a little bloodthirsty, so he tries to only use it when nothing else is working. He’s got a lot of willpower, but you can only hold out for so long when someone’s promising you salvation, peace, and power after the sort of life an Old Light has to deal with. Fear and trauma are very easy to appeal to when everything is looking increasingly more bleak all around you.

As far as other people using it, he’s still very “not my circus, not my clowns” about it. The only time he’d take issue is if someone was using it like legitimately trying to RTL someone he cares about.

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven:

I’ve only done parts of it myself, but if he has met Riven he definitely almost short-circuited. I think anyone would if they met a supposedly extinct magic space dragon for the first time.

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni:

It was harrowing to say the least. Everything on Europa has been a nightmare, just from his own standpoint as an Exo. He goes through phases where he thinks that being one is the greatest thing ever because you’re faster, stronger, and tougher than anyone else, but at the same time, like. Look at what they have to deal with.

And all the secrets that came out as we learned more about Exoscience and Clovis Bray? Yikes, dude. Any time he’s not feeling cheeky or neutral about it, he just feels this weird sense of shame and guilt. Why would anyone want to be an Exo? Why would anyone willingly hand over their peace of mind and their security in their own identity like that? Most Exos don’t know who they were before, some don’t even know who they are now, and all because they got too close to the truth or their fundamentally unsustainable existence backfired again and they had to completely erase everything and start over.

Seeing Atraks was like watching a car crash knowing you wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it. All these people seeking that out, wanting to make themselves or their allies into Exos just to be top notch unstoppable war machines when they don’t even slightly understand what it’s really like to live inside a completely foreign body is something he just can’t wrap his head around. He tries not to think about it too hard.

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again:

He has his own beef with Taniks, but like. If he kept being killed and revived in shittier and shittier conditions, he’d probably be really pissed off too.

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War:

The Red War kind of spelled the end of him transiently living in the City proper. His apartment was in one of the residential areas that got leveled, and he just never went back once the dust settled.

He did what he could to help, but his main concern was just keeping Serenity safe. He’d never admit it out loud in mixed company but if it came to having to choose between her and a handful of mortals, he’d choose her every time. She’s been the one constant in his life since he was revived and he couldn’t imagine having to try and carry on without her.

It really brought home just how much abuse he could take before his body would quit on him, and he almost didn’t make it through the whole thing. He’s way too reckless now to survive long without his Ghost, but it brought them a whole lot closer together.

For the most part, he teamed up with other Hunters to scout for safe exits and round up survivors, and when the Vanguard left to take care of business he stayed to help keep his lil classmates on task. After that he stayed at the Farm for a while dealing with the whole self-repair and maintenance deal, and he spent a whole lot more time out in the field when it was over.

Here are some characters that are either polarizing or have created a strong enough mass emotion within the community. What opinion does your Guardian hold on each of them >>>

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled:

Wolf likes Osiris. Anyone who’s reckless, stubborn, uncouth, and a little bit feral is always going to be someone that Wolf likes and wants to be friends with. They get along for the most part, but because focusing doesn’t even make the list of Wolf’s strong points, Osiris can get exasperated with him pretty quickly when they’re going over some kind of batshit strategy and Wolf is over there in his corner texting. Osiris has no idea how he’s survived this long and has definitely said as much to his face. Wolf isn’t so sure either.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm:

He’s a bit intimidated by her. She was kind of the catalyst for one of the most traumatizing events of his life, so being around her now still makes him feel a little bit weird and very nervous. Despite that, he still respects and trusts her immensely and will always come if she needs him.

They’ve taken time since All That Mess to talk to each other and she’s incredibly remorseful over what happened, but Wolf doesn’t blame her for any of it.

She has a very unique perspective on the Darkness and the Hive what all of this shit means, and he generally will trust her word over someone else’s when the topic comes up. She’s got a lot of wisdom in that crazy head of hers and they have a bit of a shared experience when it comes to being trapped in a Hive nest.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard:

Lemme roll out the simp wagon for this one, ahem.

Wolf adored Cayde. Before The Dare, he joined in on Cayde’s little crew every so often for jobs and over time they got to know each other about as well as anyone can know Cayde or Wolf, and Wolf ended up falling for him pretty hard between all the snarky banter and watching him in action. They did some casual messing around and I’m sure anyone with eyes could see how bad he had it, but he never got the gumption to really confess and never tried to actually pursue anything beyond casual fun.

Cayde’s death absolutely destroyed his entire world. He’s seen plenty of death and his fair share of RTLs, but none have hit him as hard as that one. He spent a little while just immobilized by grief until it morphed into anger because, honestly, I don’t think any Guardian handles loss very well, and he decided after the memorial service to hunt down Uldren regardless of the cost.

The whole thing caused a bit of a rift between himself and his old fireteam and the Spider got a few good laughs out of calling him ‘Killer’. He doesn’t remember a lot of it now due to his reset around Shadowkeep, but he still gets flashes, and he definitely still blames himself. If he could have gotten there just a few minutes sooner, he knows Cayde and Sundance could have survived.

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard:

Mad respect for Ikora Rey, especially when she low key high key supported his revenge mission. She has a unique way of being shady about things that Wolf really likes, and they don’t have much in common but he’s enjoyed working with her any time he’s gotten the chance.

When he has things to report on that he knows Zavala won’t like, Wolf goes to her first since she knows best how to soften the blow, and when he has the forethought to even bother, he runs strategies by her to get input. She’s the best Crucible player in history and he kind of sees her as a Warlock that thinks like a Hunter in a lot of ways. In the absence of Cayde, she’s the Vanguard he answers to the quickest.

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard:

Wolf and Zavala have a tense relationship. They don’t agree on most things and any time you put them in the same room together it inevitably devolves into some kind of argument about the best course of action to take on anything. Wolf’s story has him kind of lined up to be promoted to Vanguard because of experience and technicalities on the Dare, and while it’s not entirely up to Zavala, he does have a lot of sway as the Vanguard Commander. Wolf could not be less interested in the seat if someone was holding a gun to his Ghost.

He’s intentionally unprofessional as hell any time he has to work with Zavala directly and tends to go out of his way to use very unconventional methods that he know Big Blue won’t approve of, because he’s a child. Being petty is the spice of life, and Wolf is still mad that Zavala forbid him from going after Uldren. That he does remember.

With all of that said though! He does respect Zavala. You wouldn’t know it, but he truly does. The guy has the weight of the entire Sol System on his shoulders and never once has he complained.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard:

Wolf is very fond of Saint and Saint is probably one of the few people left who has a way of getting Wolf to slow down and just take it easy for a while. Before Wolf dipped out for good, he’d sometimes just track the guy down to spend time with him and listen to his various wisdoms.

These days, he still calls him up sometimes to shoot the shit and check in on things and he always asks Saint to tell the pigeons and the Colonel that he said hi.

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords:

Wolf clowns on Saladin a lot but he does understand his point of view when it comes to survival. I’ve mentioned it before, but Wolf “grew up” in the same time period and gets where the intensity and giving no quarter comes from, because back then it really was a life or death decision with way more immediate consequences. Table politics are kind of lost to him and the turning tide between humanity versus the Eliksni or the Cabal is calling for a more open and foreward-thinking willingness to take that risk in allying with them against a common enemy. Wolf’s a quicker learner though, and spending as much time as he has with both has taught him that, in a lot of ways, they’re just like us. They had their homes taken and destroyed, they’ve lost loved ones in droves, and they’re struggling to hang onto a thread in the only way they know how.

Wolf hopes that Lord Saladin will come around and let go of his dated worldviews, because the old ways aren’t what’s going to win wars anymore. Things are far, far bigger than us versus them now and Wolf has a feeling that humanity is gonna need more resolute leaders like Saladin to survive what’s coming.

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone:

Don’t leave Shaxx and Wolf alone together unless you want complete and utter chaos to unfold. Any time they get together, they get rowdy, and no piece of furniture is safe from having one of them suplexed or dropkicked into it. Shaxx is kind of like a cool uncle to Wolf and they have been known to test new weapons on each other.

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider:

Whoof. When Wolf first met Crow, he was absolutely gobsmacked. Of all the things running through his head, the biggest question he had was why. He almost shot Crow on sight, but he hesitated for some reason. It took a long time for Wolf to warm up to him and in that time he was uncharacteristically quiet and a little cold. Serenity managed to get him to keep his stupid mouth shut, and he’s glad he listened for once.

I think just spending all that time with him hunting Wrathborn, just being a team and really going through it together, was what brought Wolf closer to him. Learning about what Crow was dealing with in his personal life, everything he was going through just as a consequence of existing. Wolf opened up over time himself and once he worked through that big C6 obstacle, he found himself really endeared to both Crow and Glint.

These days, Wolf would probably consider Crow one of his best friends. He’s taught the kid a lot of old Hunter tricks and they hang out a lot, to Glint and Serenity’s immense relief. Crow is like the little brother he never had.

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider:

He may or may not have low key threatened Spider before he left the Tangled Shore with Crow. From day one, even as someone who is by default insufferably cheeky, the amount of disrespect. Ooh, bitch.

Spider calling him Killer (especially around Crow) got under his skin so fast, you would not even believe, and it was all Wolf could do not to leap across the room and strangle him to death any time they had to do deals.

As far as Wolf is concerned, if he never sees the Spider again, it’ll be too soon.

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows:

Khhhh, hoo boy. The hate. The Frothing Hatred he had for this little man. Wolf had never in his life wanted someone dead as badly as he wanted Uldren Sov dead.

Being friends with Crow and his 16th reset has softened that a lot, and he’s learned a few things about Uldren that have made other things make a lot more since sense then, but. Yeesh.

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves:

Very mixed. He never dealt with her directly, but Wolf has a natural aversion to any form of leadership just by nature. That she cornered the House of Wolves into subservience doesn’t help, but on the other hand, if she hadn’t been at war with them, things would have turned out a lot different for humanity at Twilight Gap.

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement:

Speaking of shifty motherfuckers.

Wolf definitely likes Variks and his reset between Shadowkeep and now has conveniently erased the memory of knowing Variks had a hand in Cayde’s death.

He does what he can on Europa to help Variks get Salvation rebels to safety if they just want to get the fuck up out of there and is happy to do knife tricks for him when he asks. Variks has made a lot of questionable decisions, but it’s all been done for what he believes is the good of his people, and Wolf can respect that.

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light:

Hasn’t met him, but he’s heard... a lot. With Mithrax being the Kell of the House of Light, Wolf is hopeful it’ll be a good step in the right direction toward uniting humanity and Eliksni. He’s pretty sure they’re both doomed if they can’t at least fight alongside each other temporarily.

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth "Elsie" Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray:

Wolf is incurably nosy, so he finds Elsie pretty frustrating. She’s full of secrets and never hangs around long enough to explain what the hell she’s talking about or what her end goal is, but she’s been invaluable on Europa. Once she finally opened up a little bit and started actually telling him important things, he found her a whole lot easier to get along with and it helped to have her around when he was discovering a lot of things on his own about where Exos came from.

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness:

He... gets where she was coming from, in a way. She was angry and desperate and that kind of thing is easy for the Darkness to take advantage of. He can’t rightly blame her for grabbing onto anything she thought might save her people, even though it’s ended in yet more trauma for them.

Eramis isn’t someone he’d go out of his way to try to be friends with if she was ever freed from Stasis, but he would hope she’d more or less see the Light and realize that her methods needed some serious rethinking.

Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire:

Wolf has a lot of respect for Caiatl. She watched her home burn down around her and has used that pain to fuel a cause he thinks is pretty noble. Humanity has been at war with the Cabal for a long time now, and both sides have suffered incredible losses because of it. He thinks that trying to mend that and join forces is a good idea, but for once he’s kind of with Zavala on something: They shouldn’t have to swear fealty or subservience to a foreign empire to have their support against a threat that’s coming for both.

He’s holding out hope that if they show their strength against her greatest warriors, she’ll understand that Guardians and humanity as a whole are more beneficial as equals, not cannon fodder. It only takes one Guardian to decimate an entire Cabal squad, after all.

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it:

He’s... handling it. It’s been getting harder in recent years to just not think about things which has been his entire motto since he was first revived. More and more he’s having to confront head-on the things that scare him the most, and there’s only so much running away you can do before you run straight into a corner and have to choose between extinction and fighting until you draw your last breath.

Wolf isn’t a pacifist by any means, but it’s just one of those things where he’s starting to realize his way of living just isn’t sustainable with the system in such chaos. The Hive used to be just another threat he had to deal with every so often, but now they’ve become the Big Bad that are outpacing even the Vex in terms of imminent destruction of several species all at once. His biggest hope right now is that humanity, Eliksni, and Cabal can all set their differences aside, at least long enough to try and put up a defense against the Hive and the Darkness. If they can’t, then... well, they won’t have to worry about it for very long, at least.

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights:

Be good. Be understanding. Tell the people you love that you love them every single chance you get, because you never know what could happen out there. Don’t treat everyone as your enemy, because you may find friends in strange places, and how you treat someone may be the difference between waking up dead and surviving to see morning, but most importantly; Don’t look back. You’re not going that way.

#w16 #i need a meta tag for all this stuff oogh #meta

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2, 4, 5 for Delphi, 1, 9, 17 for Ammit?

Delphi:

2. What is your Guardian’s favourite season/weather?

He likes kind of dreary rainy weather, unless it’s night and then he wants it to be clear so he can see the stars. For a season... probably Autumn.

4. What’s a talent/hobby your Guardian has outside of combat?

He loves to read, he knows way too much about tea. He’s definitely attended some of Zavala’s crochet classes, but I don’t think the textile arts are for him.

5. Which NPC does your Guardian get along with the best? What do they like about them?

Originally, the Speaker, then, probably, Cayde. Now? Osiris and Crow. The Speaker was kind to him and helped him figure out what his place was. Cayde always made him laugh and didn’t treat him with too much deference. Osiris helped him out during his brief stint at being a rogue and is always a good person to talk to when he needs help figuring something out. And Crow is... confusing, but in a pleasant way, and Delphi still can’t quite figure out how he feels about him, but he knows he enjoys his company.

Ammit:

1. What is your Guardian’s favourite colour? Is that preference reflected in their gear and/or appearance?

Teal. She has some teal metal on her and some in her jewelry.

9. Does your Guardian have a favourite planet/location to visit?

Probably her territory on Earth, by the Nile in Egypt (Old Egypt I guess if we’re in Old Russia lol). She still considers it hers as much as she still considers herself a warlord and she and a few other lightbearers keep watch over the people that live there.

17. Is there a specific weapon or type of weapon that they’re most comfortable using? How about one they rarely, if ever use?

She prefers her hands and her light. She was my main in D1 and I mainly used one specific omolon scout rifle, but I don’t think that would be her style. She’s a titan in a warlock’s body.

#ask games #replies #synnthamonsugar #destiny #oc: delphi #oc: ammit4

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Sorry if you’ve answered this, but how does the Reef feel about Crow? I know the City loves him, but I’m curious how the Reef feels after all the chaos he caused aside from killing Cayde- or do things play out differently? Does everyone blame the Wolf?

[i forgot to post this. yesterday. i promise it was written already i jus forgor...]

OKAY so it is finally 'tomorrow' so here is my attempt at Lore again! In a less poetic way! (don't apologize for asking me about my lore lmao i am always making more, so... the older posts aren't always 100% and might be missing newer things--)

It is somewhat explored in my original Forsaken timeline post/ask, but mostly about Petra and Uldren. Main difference being: Petra isn't immediately aware that Uldren was with the Barons. Of course, Uldren was still in the Prison for a reason, and thus Petra wants to put him back - but she's not clued into the whole of it, so it's not the Canon "Uldren has to die, these things will just keep happening if he doesn't" anymore. (spoiler: he still dies)

The sequence of events we see in the original starting mission has the similar makings of a Cayde Lives AU, being that Petra and the Guardian get there much sooner (I promise this is on topic). the Big Problem here, though, is that Petra misunderstands what she saw and, after Cayde falls into his coma, is left to the impression that Wolf had killed Sundance and would have attempted to kill Cayde, if not for the Scorn and herself being in their way.

Uldren's crimes (attempted genocide, for starters) do, still, extend outside of just Cayde - Otherwise, he wouldn't have been imprisoned to begin with. I've left that part largely the same as Canon, I think, as I'm rather certain Uldren's role was (at least, publicly) hidden? To my knowledge, the reasoning was that, after the "death" of Queen Mara, the Prince's spiral into madness would've been too demoralizing.

The Awoken's reaction to the Uldren-Crow thing isn't as fleshed out as I would like it to be in Exile, but in Bury Me Shallow (some points from Crow's starting days) Crow has an interaction with a Corsair with a not-great outlook on Guardians. It's not his first interaction with Corsairs, and he comments that they never seem to direct their distaste for Guardians towards him, despite knowing him to be one.

So... Reactions vary from person to person, but I would like to say there's a hope that he'll turn out like Uldren (pre-corruption). There's also that last line in the Corsair interaction that says/implies some things along that line that I like--

#the forsaken exile #orb rambles #destiny 2 lore #< bc there is discussion of Canon lore as well #it DOES feels weird to reference my own writing the way id reference a loretab though. but also #they technically are?? and like... sometimes i forget what ive written #so i have to go back and reread things to make sure my lore stays accurate to itself. unless im changing something entirely or adding on

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all the heroes fall

[] one day the sky’s going to sing your name

again he was too late. despite his promises to himself, he can’t arrive in time to keep the demons from beating down the door. he only reaches the scene once the destruction has been wrought and the bodies have been looted.

once more, he is unable to prevent the tragedy, he is incapable of avenging it.

they were in formation in a tightly controlled drift above a ketch that bore the blazon of house scar. the ketch itself was docked above the surface of luna, the earth’s moon.

he watched the topside of the eliksni vessel and monitored what their listening posts on its hull could pick up. weapons fire. kinetic weapons, the sounds of percussion pistols firing, hand cannons with their distinctive heavy leaden impact, shotguns and their scattered pellets, the plastic and brass tapping, tinkling against metal floor plating.

it was joined by a frenetic dance of heavy machine gun fire and a rain shower of casings. the telltale sizzle and pop of a fusion rifle charging and discharging. the vacuum seal of a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher being loaded. even the pull of steel against leather as a knife was unsheathed and then driven through a fail point, a join in the armor, metal penetrating fabric and skin, breaking through to tear apart muscle and strike bone.

uldren sov listened to the traveller’s lightbearers charge through the ketch on the hunt for taniks the scarred. he listened with his eyes closed while two of his crows kept watch to his starboard and aft.

the prince of the reef clenched and loosened his hands as he counted the number of bodies he heard fall to the guardians. there were three of the walking dead versus a full compliment of eliksni.

he did not envy the fallen their task.

rather, he envied the guardians theirs.

no, it was not nearly as simple as that.

it should have been his job. his and only his job all along. his job now as it should have been those years ago.

cayde-6 should have been the one to have gone on the hunt for taniks the scarred and not his mentor, andal brask. it was not a mission for the hunter vanguard. there was no call for brask to leave the tower.

it was not his kill to make.

his golden child, the favoured one, the hunter who could do not wrong in his eyes, he was spared a brutal, lonely death at the hands of a legitimate monster.

instead, andal went to face the horror alone.

uldren covered his mouth with a gloved hand to keep from shouting in anger and disgust. his death was pure folly. it was pointless. it didn’t even save lives. it was for naught, utterly, completely, for naught.

cayde-6 had hunted down taniks for the crime of murdering andal brask. he had killed the fallen savage. uldren would not have given up pursuit if he knew otherwise. he and his crows had verified the death of the scarred.

bastard. motherfucking bastard. how did he fool me?

the prince leaned forward in the cockpit, casting a scowl at the space surrounding the three galliots. he was searching the stars for a particular vessel, an arcadia-class jumpship adorned with the spades symbol, much like those found on a deck of playing cards.

no. he wasn’t watching. would he even be listening?

“the least you can do is to be here when it’s finally finished,” uldren snapped, his breathing uneven and eyes a deep smouldering orange. “couldn’t do it right the first fucking time. watch as your precious guardians clean up your mess.”

he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes tightly. he could hear the sounds of the battle reach a crescendo. the coda was approaching. if these lightbearers were as competent as their promise hinted toward, the bastard spawn would soon be dead. truly, finally, dead.

when the moment did arrive, it was a hollow feeling. hearing the death scream of taniks the scarred did not give him the satisfaction uldren had been hoping for. the emptiness was still there. the ache was still there.

he still missed andal terribly.

“asshole,” he whispered, eyes staring at nothing.

uldren took a moment to breathe before activating his comms. “the traveller’s damned should be returning to their tower shortly,” he said to his crows. “make a rough inventory of high-value, high-priority items on that ketch for the privateers to retrieve.”

a little known part of the awoken fleet, and one of the oldest wings in the armada, were the privateers. much like the naval vessels of old, their specialty was the capture of merchant ships, though in the reef this was relegated to anyone foolhardy enough to cross into awoken space without the queen’s grace.

the life blood of taniks wasn’t enough for uldren. the bastard had cheated death once. the prince would have his pound of flesh and whatever the so-called kell of scars had in his stores, every last synth, every last mat, every last piece of glimmer.

his crows flew in for a close range scan of the ketch once the guardian fireteam departed. he blew out a long sigh and cracked his neck. perhaps a decent enough bounty returned to the reef in tribute to mara would improve his mood.

a change in readings caught his attention. he leaned forward and scanned through the logs.

someone had hacked into the listening stations they’d planted on the hull. uldren and his team weren’t the only ones who were witness to the guardians killing taniks.

he bolted upright and whipped his head around, left to right, and caught a gleam off of his port side. he squinted at it, and pulled up his short-range sensors to get a better view. it was just at the edge of his unassisted vision.

he saw an arcadia-class jumpship with spades on her engines and an exo in her cockpit.

“you son of a bitch,” uldren muttered, not without a certain degree of begrudging admiration. he saw cayde-6 give a nonchalant salute and then the exo raised a flask in a toast.

the prince smirked and reached for the hip flask he carried on his gun belt. he loosened the cap and held it up in the cockpit. “to andal,” he said, eyes fixed upon cayde’s jumpship. he took a sip of the bourbon he carried with him and let it sit in his mouth a moment before enjoying the warmth as it slid down his throat.

he tapped at his instrument panel and opened a channel direct to the hunter vanguard’s ship. he then queued up a music track, one that seemed appropriate.

uldren settled back into the pilot’s chair and set his feet onto a safe corner of the the console as an english guitarist long forgotten to the rest of the system gently plucked the opening notes to a song about camaraderie and longing. he took another sip of his bourbon and gave a nod to the exo who had manoeuvred his ship alongside the galliot.

so, so you think you can tell heaven from hell blue skies from pain can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? a smile from a veil? do you think you can tell?

did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? hot ashes for trees? hot air for a cool breeze? cold comfort for change? did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

how i wish, how i wish you were here we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year running over the same old ground and how we found the same old fears wish you were here

pink floyd

wish you were here

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny fanfic #destiny fic #drabble #andal brask #cayde-6 #cayde 6 #prince uldren sov #uldren sov #all the heroes fall #killedbytaniks #gunslingiing #prince : ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡɪsᴅᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟʏ #tw : violence #tw : violent themes

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About Blaze

Thanks to @pretty-meekish for making this template!

Guardians name: Blaisel Kiria

Age: 6

Race: Awoken

Call signs/alias: Dredgen Fate

Pronouns: She/Her

Class: Hunter

Preferred subclass(es): Gunslinger

Ghost’s name: Firefly

Their Vanguard: Cayde-6

Fireteam name: Paralight

Fireteam teammates: Rae, Adam, Marcia, Tif, Crow

Favorite legendary weapon: No Turning Back (she owns a version repaired via kintsukuroi by Crow. She calls it ‘Keep Moving Forward’.)

Favorite exotic weapon: Malfeasance

Favorite exotic armor: Shinobu's Vow

Favorite ornament armor set: Celestial Set

Favorite weapon ornament: Feeling Lucky (Hawkmoon)

What stats do they focus on: Mobility and Strength

Are they offense, defense, or support: Offense

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: Mid and close range

Do they lean more “Element of Surprise” or “Upfront and Aggressive”: A mix of both...but mostly the latter

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Gambit

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Cayde-6 (and Marcia but she’ll never admit it)

Who are they mentoring(if they are. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): The Crow

What ship do they have: Amnestia-S2

What is their Sparrow: A red and gold Last Love

Favorite Ghost shell: Vestian Shell

Favorite shader: Tangled Rust

Favorite color: Red and orange

Favorite food: Anything spicy

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they’ve seen any): Any music player

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they’ve heard any): Rock

Favorite place in The Last City(if it’s a place you created, give a little description!): Any secret nook and cranny she can find

Favorite NPC(s): Crow

Favorite patrol location: Europa

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): - Ramen - Adventure - Doing her own thing - Pulling off pranks and schemes - Her bow

Least favorite food: Bland food

Least favorite shader: Dull colours

Least favorite patrol location: The Moon

Least favorite Pre-Collapse tech(if they’ve seen any): Alarm clocks

Least favorite NPC(s): Mara

Least favorite weapon ornament: Tangled Paladin (Black Talon)

Least favorite ornament armor set: Legatus Set

Least favorite legendary weapon: Death Adder

Least favorite exotic weapon: Sturm

Least favorite exotic armor: The Bombardiers

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): - Being told what to do - Taken - Hot weather - Being stuck in the Tower - People who are unfair

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: A mess that she calls an apartment. Daggers here, cloaks there, ramen boxes everywhere.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?(Y'all remember Polyvore? The website URSTYLE works very similar if that helps!):

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have: Archery, pranking

What would your Guardian’s lore book be called: Flames & Ashes

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!): About a hundred miles outside the city

What were they wearing when they were reborn: Custom made Reef armour

What was their reaction to being reborn: Confused, wary

What was their reaction to their first rez: Surprised

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Friendlies. She was brought straight to the Tower by Firefly

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): A Titan who made the mistake of pissing her off, causing her to (literally) explode into flames.

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: Blaze has a fire agate ring she got from Uldren before she left the ring. She remembers receiving the ring but not who gave it to her. She regained a majority of her memories later on

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn’t rez with past life momentos): Her name was engraved on the inside of the ring: Blaisel Kiria, my phoenix.

Going back to your Guardian’s lore book, what would be some some quotes or passages from their book: “Over the years, I realised that the past and future don’t matter. The past happened, the future’s still to be written. So just enjoy the present while its here!”

Does your Guardian have a significant other: The Crow

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: Nope. She and Firefly went straight to the city

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: Impressed...until she began to get testy due to the amount of authority there

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: No

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: “My flames are a promise. I will never let them go out.”

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians (The Last City/The Farm), Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rouge Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords(if your Guardian is an Old Light) tell us about it!: Her first strange interaction was with Marcia in the Cosmodrome while prepping to enter the Black Garden. Back then, Marcia ran a group of rogue Lightbearers called the Umbrialyx and a few of them had been causing trouble for other Guardians. Marcia was the first rogue lightbearer Blaze had ever met.

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards): Blaze and Fireteam Paralight are allies with the House of Light

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: While she herself has mixed feelings on it, Blaze trusts Rae to teach others to wield it.

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven: Blaze wanted Riven dead after realising it was her controlling Uldren. It didn’t help that Riven kept using Uldren’s voice while speaking to her

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni: Concern. Blaze was worried that if the Eliksni were able to get their hands on this tech, what’s to stop the Cabal or other species from using it?

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again: She just looked at Atraks-1 and said, “Put. Him. Back. Now.”

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: Blaze went MIA a few weeks before Ghaul’s invasion. She had received visions of Uldren’s death, unaware of the events that would happen beforehand, and left to attempt to prevent it. She spent the years in the Tangled Shore as Jett, a mercenary for hire which served as Blaze’s alter ego.

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: Blaze doesn’t know Osiris as well as Rae. She respects him (well, as much respect as Blaze can give) but tended to join Sagira in roasting him.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: Blaze has made it her personal mission to make Eris laugh. No luck so far, but she isn’t giving up. Eris finds her annoying but tolerates her.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: Never leave these two alone. They will cause chaos. It’s inevitable.

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: Probably the only Guardian Blaze fears, aside from Rae. She considers Ikora a badass as long as her shotgun isn’t pointed in her direction

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: Blaze does respect and listen to Zavala, but she won’t be torn apart if she needs to go behind his back to get stuff again

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: Blaze thinks Saint is awesome. She loves helping feed the birds and hearing about his past adventures.

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: Blaze has been punted off the Iron Temple more than any Guardian. Enough said.

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: While Blaze favours Gambit, she likes to take part in the Crucible every now and again. She likes to challenge Shaxx to arm wrestles (which she never wins) and making bets.

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: Blaze is deeply in love with Crow. After receiving the vision of Uldren becoming a Guardian, she knew that he wouldn’t be the same person. Yet she found herself falling in love with Crow for himself, not Uldren. The two make an unstoppable force on the battlefield and a chaotic, sassy duo off it.

The Spider, The Shore’s Only Law, founder of “House” Spider: Blaze never trusted Spider. When she was living on the Tangled Shore as Jett, she only viewed him as a client. After finding out about him rigging Glint’s shell, she wanted to burn him to ashes on the spot but was calmed by Rae. She took great joy in seeing Spider’s reaction to Rae freeing Crow from his grasp.

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: In her past life, Blaze was assigned as one of Uldren’s crows. Uldren helped Blaze learn to control her strange fire powers and the two became close before eventually falling in love. Despite her becoming a Guardian, he was relieved upon hearing that Blaze remembered him. When Blaze received the vision of his death, she was willing to abandon the Tower and travel the system trying to find him. But after learning of what he did to Cayde, she knew there was no saving him. After the Voice of Riven’s defeat, Uldren requested he die at Blaze’s hand, which she hesitantly agreed to.

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves: In her past life, Blaze had full respect for Mara. After becoming a Guardian, she maintained that respect to a point until Uldren’s death. After seeing Mara’s indifferent reaction to her brother’s demise, Blaze lost most of her respect for her but maintained some of it due to her friendship with Petra.

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: Before his disappearance during the Prison of Elders incident, Blaze got along with Variks (when he wasn’t asking to ‘examine’ her ship). She trusts Variks and sees him as a wise ally.

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light: Blaze trusts Mithrax, stating anyone Rae deems as an ally is an ally of hers.

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth “Elsie” Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray: Blaze is mostly indifferent to Elsie but trusts her as much as Rae does.

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness: Blaze was more than happy to help take down Eramis, seeing how much damage she was causing.

Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire: After hearing about Zavala’s meeting with her, these were Blaze’s words, “If she told me to bow, I woulda just approach her with Adam, Rae, and a list of every major enemy we’ve laid the smackdown on and say ‘wanna try that again?’”

Taniks the Scarred, the Perfected, the Abomination, the Shadow Thief: “I think I know how Eliksni feel about Guardians now...”

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it: Blaze tries to keep her happy and confident façade up for others but is secretly afraid of losing someone again.

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights: Have fun with it! But also watch your teammates’ backs. Guardians work best in packs!

#Changing our Destiny #blaze kiria #destiny 2

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Recovery - Chapter 1: Inverse Graves (Destiny Fanfic)

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12621372/chapters/28756220

Trigger Warning: This fic tackles topics such as depression and suicide. If any of this offends you, please avoid it. If you are experiencing any of the above and ignore my warning, please talk to me. My DMs are always open.

“Up here,” Ashe whispered. The Awoken Hunter curled her fingers around the handle of her handcannon, finding herself in a slow stride up the hill. Pellanor-17, another Guardian of similar class followed closely behind her, hugging his cloak to keep it leveled to his person. It was fairly windy on Venus.

In the old Ketch, battered and aged by the taint of battle, they needed to keep their voices down. The possibility of scavengers was absurdly evident, especially for an untouched Fallen ship. There was bound to be something worth scooping up and bringing to Amanda Holiday.

But that wasn’t why the two were back on the Ishtar Sink after all this time.

“How much farther?” Pellanor stopped a moment to garner his breath, occasionally swinging his arm behind him to stop his cloak from flying over his face. He grunted, annoyed that he wasn’t back at the Tower relaxing.

“Oh I’m sorry—do you have plans? Didn’t mean to cut in on your date with that microwave.” She didn’t bother waiting. Ashe continued to climb the hill without him.

“Just don’t like being strung along on these long adventures is all.” Pellanor continued upward. To climb at a quicker pace to catch up with the other Hunter. He made a note to remember that microwave comment as well. “Be considerate of your favorite Exo, will you?”

Ashe scoffed. “My favorite Exo’s back at Tower, probably being yelled at by Zavala on the contrary.”

With a face of sheer disbelief and bewilderment under his helmet, Pellanor stopped in his tracks once again, having cursed himself for opening his mouth. “...Cayde?” He had never sounded so betrayed in his resurrected life. “What the hell does he have that I don’t?”

“A sense of humor.” The Awoken chuckled, having slipped up on some stray debris lying on the ground. As she hit the ground, a bag slipped from behind her cloak and made an audible tink, and began to roll down the hill of the tilted upright Ketch, before Pellanor scooped it up.

“Hey clumsy, you dropped your…” He scrutinized the shape of the bag, the long cylinder shape it made in his hand. He could also hear liquid swish around inside. “...Your bottle. Why do you have this?”

Initially, Ashe had told the other Hunter that there was something of worth in this old Ketch. She knew he’d come if she made any implication that he would be getting something out of coming with her. That’s how typical most Hunters were, especially Gunslingers. Obviously the promise of loot wasn’t true. The Exo could see, by Ashe’s hesitant movements now, that all this was one of her tricks. Did she just plan to drink herself into a stupor inside of a Fallen Ketch? That wasn’t his idea of a good time.

Ashe hadn’t turned to him, only remained still. No words. Nothing.

“Were you just playing around? What the hell was all this about?”

Wordlessly, her hands met with the hem of her cloak’s hood, slipping it off. Then, she began fiddling around with the safety latches of her helmet, undoing them, garnering a somehow satisfying hissing sound before removing it. Ashe let out an audible sigh. Probably because she was cramped in her helmet for too long, or there was relief for her now that everything was on the table. She, in the right mind, could tell Pellanor finally.

The woman of light blue, untouched skin, sleek and short dark blue hair, and piercing light blue eyes turned to her comrade. She was somewhat glad that he didn’t take off his helmet, because she didn’t necessarily look him in the eye. Rather, she was glad didn’t have to.

The Awoken woman’s lips quivered, and she sighed again before speaking. “You ever had the stupid idea to… go back to the place you died? I mean, where you first died—before you were revived as a Guardian?”

Pellanor said nothing. Instead he made a small waving gesture with his hand to keep her talking.

She fidgeted, and absently slid her hood over her head again and began fiddling with the hem.

“To be completely honest, it’s been eating me up inside,” she said. “Told myself, after the Red War... after Ghaul—if we live through it, I’ll come back to Venus and reminisce.”

“Not happily, I assume.”

“What other option do I have? This is… it's the only thing from my old life I have to remember. Everything else is either a recap in the form of a dream, or is just written on paper. And I can’t trust that. I won’t .”

An uncharacteristic silence settled upon the two. Ashe clenched onto her hood as tightly as possible as the Exo stood there patiently. She tried to distract herself with anything in the ship but Pellanor. To refrain from focusing on the visor of that helmet. Never. Never that visor.

There was a low hum from Pellanor, then a nod. “Then let’s get there already.”

Those were the words Ashe was not expecting to hear so simply.

She could feel heat rise in her chest, along with the inability to breathe in short intervals. She felt so tense, yet almost relieved. Perhaps the Exo sympathized with her in some way. He would keep the past where it belonged, usually. But if it helped his friend to gain closure; then so be it.

“Just don’t make this an annual thing, alright? You’re on your own next time,” he joked, giving Ashe a pat on the shoulder as he continued upwards.

Watching him go on ahead of her, she cracked a smile. “Thanks, Pell.”

He kept onwards, pretending he didn’t hear that. But Ashe knew he did. His hearing didn’t die out yet, she thought.

It didn’t take them long to reach the zenith of the Ketch. It was a wide open room, garnered with banners along each wall.

Blue. A white insignia that took the appearance of that a malformed tree, its crooked roots stretched outwards in each direction.

It didn’t take Pellanor long to realize, out of all the Fallen houses, who this Ketch belonged to.

The House of Winter. They were in Simiks-Fel.

Across the room rested the throne. Dressed with spears nestled behind it, along with its sheer size, dwarfing that of a typical humanoid, this was the throne of a Kell. Not just any Kell, though. The one who had mercilessly killed the Awoken in question so long ago. Enslaved her. Did unspeakable things to her.

“Here it is,” the Exo almost mumbled. He said nothing after that. Looking at Ashe, who appeared doleful and downtrodden, he knew something like this was probably hard for her.

Lazily, she slipped her hand under Pellanor’s, scooping the bottle from his grasp and trudged forward. There was a mix of unsureness and exhaustion in her pace the whole way towards the throne. After a silent climb, she plopped down onto the oversized cushions, the alcohol and her gun in hand.

“Its like looking at your own grave,” she mewled elegiacally, peering around. Her illuminated gaze stopped at Pellanor. “Wanna know how it happened?”

“You remember something like that?”

She shook her head. “Was a dream I had.”

“Right,” he said, issuing a bitter chuckle. “Well let’s hear it.”

Ashe settled into the throne and leisurely uncapped the bottle. She gestured to Pellanor, offering him a drink. He refused. It was all hers.

She began to guzzle down the bottle’s contents with a rough swig, wincing as her throat and stomach began to burn. Ashe didn’t drink that often, but for occasions like this, it was a given. When she tried to speak her speech began to slur.

“According to the records the Vestian Outpost so generously donated to me, I was one of Prince Uldren’s Crows—that dick—who happened to be captured. Instead of killing me right away, I had my legs broken so I wouldn’t run or call for help. Every other hour I’d be tortured—shot in non-vital areas, teased with a shock dagger—you name it. And in between those hours, I’d be patched up by one of our medics they also took prisoner.”

It seemed that for every second she would have to recall even a moment that led to her becoming a Guardian, she took a drink, reveling in the alcohol’s sting. Almost like she felt she deserved it. Mara Sov had a knack for casting out Awoken who had become Guardians, like they abandoned their post in death. Not that she would remember any of that to begin with.

“Draksis himself would… the bastard made it a knack to crush me beneath his heel if I showed any ounce of resisting him, breaking what bones remained in my body. I think this lasted for a month. And then, boom.”

Taking off his helmet, Pellanor found a seat somewhere along one of the platforms, watching the Awoken from afar. “ Boom ?”

“Boom.”

Ashe took her handcannon and shoved the barrel into her mouth, then mocked the sound of gunfire. Pellanor appeared visibly concerned with that.

“Shoved a shrapnel launcher in my face,” she said. ”Was during the Reef Wars I think, so Draksis wanted to make an example out of me to Mara. Show her what would happen if she continued to defy the Fallen. I was literally seconds away from death anyway. The medics I mentioned were long dead.”

“So what happened? Where did your Ghost find you?”

“Strung up outside. He told me my body was mangled and rotten. Almost had second thoughts about picking me up.” She chuckled somberly.

The bottle of alcohol, now empty, had rolled off the throne and bounced down the stairs before it, shattering into pieces once it finally reached the ground. Ashe’s movements were loose and haphazard. It didn’t take that much for the intoxication to wash over her.

The Awoken’s eyes glimmered. She peered closely at her handcannon, scrutinizing it. “Something tells me… what if… what if it happens again?”

Pellanor raised a metallic brow. “What are you on about?”

“What if I died here again? Would everything go back to normal? Would I be at the Reef again? Would I be chatting up Mara Sov and giving Uldrin shit? Would all this be just a cruel nightmare I’ll finally wake up from?”

She hiccuped. Her gaze became more forward on the barrel. She didn’t realize it, but it was under her chin.

“No Guardians, no Traveler, no Oryx, no Taken, or SIVA, or Red War. Best of all, no me to fuck everything up…”

Her Ghost appeared before her, watching the Guardian’s quivering hands, her finger inching towards the trigger.

“Ashe?” the little bot called out. “Your heart rate is rising. Are... are you feeling okay?”

It was a moment of stillness. The Ghost was suddenly staring down the barrel now, petrified. “G-Guardian?!”

“All it takes is just two pulls… one for you… and one for me.”

The hammer knocked back and her finger was primed on the trigger. With a slow pull, the cylinder began to turn.

“Ashe!?”

Gunfire echoed in the hull of the Ketch, continuing throughout the rest of the vacant ship.

To his relief, the Ghost was completely unharmed. He couldn’t say the same for his Guardian however. A rose of crimson spread under her chest and dripped carelessly onto the throne. She was aghast. Breathless. Transfixed to see her friend being the one with the smoking gun instead.

She dropped her handcannon, trembling. A look of genuine betrayal found her visage. “Pell…?”

“I’m sorry about this, Ashe. Really I am. But I’m not sorry that I had to do it,” he said grimly. “I’ll pay you back when you sober up. Promise.”

A tear trickled down Ashe’s cheek as she keeled over, staring across the room at Pellanor. She began to sob silently as her body grew cold.

That was the drawback to dying as a Guardian. You’d come back as quickly as you died, but the sheer pain within the process of death remained.

“Asshole…” she muttered before passing away, her body going completely limp.

For these long moments, Pellanor found himself trembling, even after the fact. It wasn’t the thought of him killing his friend that got him—they’ve done that several times in Crucible—it was the idea that a Guardian was suicidal at all. Sure, there were some that would jump off the side of the Tower for kicks, then return good as new. But this was different. Completely different.

“Hold off on resurrection,” he told the Ghost. He probably had never been so relieved to hear that.

Pellanor approached the corpse of his friend and sighed before hefting her over his shoulder.

“We’ll get you the help you need…”

Author’s note: Thank you for reading. As one who is in love with the lore in Destiny, I had always wondered why it doesn’t seem as outwardly grimdark in game while it does in grimoire?

With the events of the Red War, and the horrors our Guardians have faced in the past, there should most definitely be some kind of mental detriment to all that fighting. I didn’t believe, after losing their light, their home, and many of their own to the Red Legion, that the Guardians wouldn’t feel a thing in the aftermath. Not for a second.

#destiny fanfiction #destiny the game #recovery fanficiton #bungies destiny #bungie #angst #depression #suicide

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Velliks Lightkin

Guardians name: Velliks Lightkin, formerly Harn Amrok

Age: Unknown

Race: Eliksni, formerly Awoken

Call signs/alias: The Waking Eliksni, Ahamkara-born, Wishborn

Pronouns: He/him

Class: Warlock

Preferred subclass(es): Ark, Stasis

Ghost’s name: Teka

Their Vanguard: Zavala, Ikora, Cayde-6

Fireteam name: Harbingers of Destiny

Fireteam teammates: Magnus, Dominus Ghaul, Anthem-99, Velliks, Gadrax, Kahun

Favorite legendary weapon: Steelfeather Repeater

Favorite exotic weapon: Thorn

Favorite exotic armor: Claws of Ahamkara

Favorite ornament armor set: Lightkin set

Favorite weapon ornament: Book of the Dead

What stats do they focus on: Recovery, Mobility

Are they offense, defence, or support: Support

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: Mid-range

Do they lean more “Element of Surprise” or “Upfront and Aggressive”: Upfront and aggressive

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Strike

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Mithrax

Who are they mentoring(if they are. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Nobody at the moment. Velliks is a young Lightbearer, and thus, is too inexperienced to train anybody.

What ship do they have: Kabr’s Glass Aegis

What is their Sparrow: Micro Mini

Favorite Ghost shell: Orbweaver shell

Favorite shader: Byzantium Lotus

Favorite color: Purple and green (they’re tied)

Favorite food: Ether

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they’ve seen any): None. Velliks wasn’t born before the Great Collapse.

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they’ve heard any): N/A

Favorite place in The Last City(if it’s a place you created, give a little description!): The Eliksni Quarter

Favorite NPC(s): Mithrax, Zavala, Ikora, Cayde, Osiris, Eris Morn, Elsie Bray

Favorite patrol location: Anywhere in the EDZ

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): Ether, Eliksni, snuggling, being Eliksni, fighting the good fight

Least favorite food: Salmon

Least favorite shader: Nessus Mirage

Least favorite patrol location: Anywhere on Europa, as the whole planet almost caused the downfall of his entire species.

Least favorite Pre-Collapse tech(if they’ve seen any): N/A

Least favorite NPC(s): Eramis

Least favorite weapon ornament: Coup de Main

Least favorite ornament armor set: Moonfang X-7

Least favorite legendary weapon: Calus Mini Tool

Least favorite exotic weapon: Bastion

Least favorite exotic armor: Verity’s Brow

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): Eliksni haters, cowards, the House of Salvation, anyone or anything malicious, broken trust

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: A small house, with a living room, bedroom, bathroom, and a room for the servitor and materials for it to convert into Ether. The overall place is beautiful, modern, and neatly-kept.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?(Y'all remember Polyvore? The website URSTYLE works very similar if that helps!): Velliks is actually the only Guardian I have without a casual style. He insists on wearing his House Light clothes as his everyday clothes.

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have: Gadrax hasn’t discovered any hobbies yet, but he’s skilled in healing the wounded, more so than many other Warlocks.

What would your Guardian’s lore book be called: Wishborn

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!): Somewhere in an abandoned part of The Tangled Shore, a place without name or purpose to anyone.

What were they wearing when they were reborn: Tattered Awoken Corsair clothes.

What was their reaction to being reborn: Confusion

What was their reaction to their first rez: Amazement and laughter. Velliks felt invincible entirely.

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Friendlies. The first people he met were the House of Light, and specifically, Mithrax.

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): Osiris

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: Velliks’s only indication of his past life was the Corsair clothes. Beyond that, he knew and still knows nothing about who he was, other than that he was clearly Reefborn.

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn’t rez with past life momentos): After spending months helping House Light, the Eliksni saw the Warlock felt alone without a name. One day, an Eliksni called him “kir-Velliks”, or “strong Velliks”, as he was seen as a strong commander of the House. Thus, he took on the name Velliks, and became a commander within his House.

Going back to your Guardian’s lore book, what would be some some quotes or passages from their book: “A Wish, a Wish for my sake, but at the cost of how many others’?” “Worry not about what will happen to those who wish to help you. They’ve taken the desire you hold, and shared it. Let them rejoice as you shall in your success. Let them help.”

Does your Guardian have a significant other: Nope

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: Velliks explored wherever the House of Light went before they finally arrived in The Last City.

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: Awe and wonder. It was everything he was told it’d be. Velliks assumed he was on his way to discover it when he’d escaped the Reef, and finally seeing The Last City with his own eyes gave the Eliksni a sense of accomplishment and wholeness.

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: Mithrax’s House of Light

Does your Guardian’s clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share): N/A

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: “A Wish, o Eliksni mine.” “What lovely gloves you’ll make, o Granter mine.”

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians (The Last City/The Farm), Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rouge Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords(if your Guardian is an Old Light) tell us about it!: Velliks was found upon first revival by the Eliksni of House Light. From there, Velliks began to take on Eliksni habits, lifestyle, personality, everything, and tried to be as much like them as he could, even going so far as mimicking chittering sounds and whatnot. He insisted on speaking Eliksni more than English, and being as much like an Eliksni as he could be.

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards): Nope, not as of yet

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: Velliks trusts Stasis entirely, as it was the only way he could stop Eramis from destroying his kind. He knows for a fact that Stasis can be wielded without corrupting the user. Himself and Elsie are proof of this.

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven: N/A

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni: N/A

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again: N/A

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: Velliks wasn’t revived before the Red War, so he doesn’t remember what he was doing during that time. He assumes, based on how he was revived, he’d been attempting to flee the Reef, however.

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: Trustworthy, a great teacher, and his ally.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: He feels bad for Eris, but also admires her DEEPLY! Velliks aspires to be as persistent and driven as Eris, though he’s unaware of just how driven she can be, and how that has proven dangerous.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: An interesting guy. Velliks didn’t meet him until after the events of Forsaken and when the Traveler brought him back in my canon, so Velliks is unaware of what the Vanguard has gone through.

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: A deeply dear friend, and his greatest teacher. Velliks has learned everything about being a Warlock from Ikora, and appreciates her, aspires to be as skilled in wielding the Light as she is, and hopes to live up to her name as her student.

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: A hesitant ally, but an ally nonetheless. Velliks places his trust wholeheartedly in the man, but the question arises of whether or not Zavala returns it. That remains to be seen, and hoped for.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: Velliks doesn’t trust him. He wants to, he hopes to, but Saint has been pinned up as an enemy and slaughterer of his kind, and thus, he hesitates to go anywhere near Saint.

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: Velliks doesn’t see anything bad about the man, other than his sternness. He’s unaware of what the man has done.

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: Noisy, eardrum-shattering man, but kind and loving and supportive. He likes Velliks, and Velliks likes him in turn! They get along amazingly!

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: A brother, a friend, someone to trust entirely. He’s a part of the House of Light, and must be treated as such.

The Spider, The Shore’s Only Law, founder of “House” Spider: Don’t trust him at any costs. Velliks hasn’t met Spider, but he also hopes he never does.

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: Velliks never met Uldren, so he has no opinion on him.

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves: A misguided woman who let the Darkness take her and control her.

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: An ally and someone who must be protected. Variks is trustworthy and, although mistaken, everyone makes mistakes, and thus, Velliks forgives him.

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light: A father to Velliks, his hero and savior. Mithrax treats Velliks like a son in return.

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth “Elsie” Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray: A great ally, and teacher in using Stasis. She can and must be trusted, and if he can help ease the burden of teaching other Guardians to use Stasis all alone by doing the same and spreading knowledge of its benefits, he will do that for her sake.

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness: Killer, evil witch, someone who Velliks was glad to eliminate personally. He can’t stand to look at or think about Eramis. She threatened all his kind, and that’s unforgivable.

Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire: Although she’s Cabal, Velliks trusts her. He believes in unconventional alliances, considering he’s Eliksni and a Guardian. Velliks seeks to speak with Caiatl and become a good friend of hers at some point.

Taniks the Scarred, the Perfected, the Abomination, the Shadow Thief: N/A

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it: Velliks is scared, but he’s ready to fight. He will give his life fighting the Darkness’s evil if he must do so. And he’s ready for that day, whenever it may come.

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights: “Follow your heart. Only there does the Light guide you. Nowhere else inside.”

#my guardians #long post

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