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Can someone please make an Andal Brask(or Tevis) bot on character ai?
I am in a brainrot I can't escape it please
#I just wanna talk to my guy#Cayde's got like five#i think even colonel does#why not andy#destiny 2#andal brask#character ai#destiny the game
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*gentle yelling* Write something! If you need a prompt, maybe something fluffy or just soft in a fandom of your choice?
Tuesday felt like Tuesday. Which felt like Monday. Which felt like every other day before that. Sun rose. Sun set. The City carried on.
And Cayde watched it all from The Prison of Zavala.
"C'mon," Cayde groaned, draping himself across the back of the office chair he was supposed to be occupying. "Please tell me you’ve got something for me to do."
On the other side of his desk, Zavala was so immovable that he could give the sculptures in the courtyard a run for their money. Cayde waved a hand in front of him, just to test the theory. In the old days, he would have had to brace for a Titan Glare.
But now, just like every other time Cayde had spun in his chair, or rearranged the bookshelf, or paced with the very deliberate goal of actually wearing a hole in the floor, Zavala remained steadfast. All Cayde got for his efforts was a soft snort that might have passed for a laugh. Zavala's mouth twitched. Just barely. Possibly a smirk.
"Okay, that means I won this round." Cayde pulled his hand back and slumped down into his chair.
"I wasn't aware we were playing a game." Zavala, for the first time all morning, set aside his datapad. His tone betrayed no irritation or annoyance, though Cayde strained with every power he had to hear it. "However, if we were, I believe I would still be ahead, four to one."
It struck Cayde to silence. It wasn't like Zavala had never indulged his games before, or cracked the worst deadpan joke on the planet. But he, like most people, had a limit to his tolerance for interruptions, and more specifically, Cayde’s interruptions. He should have tossed him out on his ass two hours ago.
"All right, I give up," Cayde huffed. "Put me under constant surveillance if you have to. Have three fireteams tail me around the Tower. Just-"
"You'd lose them in the first five minutes."
"Not the point."
"That would defeat the entire purpose."
"The Young Wolf! Where's my favorite Guardian at? They've killed how many gods now? Sticking with me should be no problem."
"The Young Wolf has more important things to do."
Cayde slumped onto the desk and propped his chin on his arms. "And the Titan Vanguard doesn't?"
That unshakeable composure cracked, just a little. "You should continue reviewing the mission reports. You have a lot to catch up on."
Cayde was quiet for a beat. Zavala’s tone had been carefully pitched for a soft reproach, more like a gentle reminder. In fact, everything he’d said in the last three days had been said with that same gentle note. Not like it was unlike him; the big guy had a heart of gold. But three days was a long time to be stuck in the same room with anyone, let alone Cayde.
“Hey, Zavala,” Cayde started, pushing himself back upright. “You’re not keeping me here for surveillance, are you?”
Zavala arched an eyebrow. “Your reports,” he reminded, measured, but not quite even.
“Nah, I think I’ve read enough reports, thanks.”
Zavala met his gaze squarely. Cayde didn’t flinch. “You said it yourself: there’s no way to prove if I’m me or I’m a me the Witness made to act like me or - whatever. You’re not gonna learn anything keeping me locked up here. And I know you know that. And you know I know you know that.”
“Is there a point to this?”
“Yeah, I’m not gonna die if you let me wander around the Tower. Or - and brace yourself, this is a big one - go for a walk in the City.”
Cayde expected a denial or a dismissal. Not a sigh. Definitely not a half-hearted shrug. "I suppose you are correct," Zavala allowed. One of his hands curled into a fist.
"Also, Ikora just asks me if I want some tea or ramen when she wants me around. Or she just tells me. You should try that."
Zavala made a noise that was somewhere between a huff and a strangled laugh. "I'll take it into consideration."
Cayde shot to his feet. He got halfway to the door before Zavala spoke again, so soft he almost missed it: "Be careful."
"Hey, it's me."
"I know."
Ouch. Rude. Probably true. Cayde had the urge to press his hand to his heart, but spun around and marched back to the desk instead. He plucked Zavala’s communicator off the corner and dropped it unceremoniously into his hands. "Here. I'll check in every couple of hours."
"Since when do you follow protocols?"
"Since now. For now. We'll see how long it lasts." Cayde tossed off a salute. "See ya later, Commander."
It earned him half a smile, and that, Cayde decided, was the second win of the day
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Awoken Exo Cayde AU
Aka an AU I screamed at the Content Box @orbdotexe @formallyacrypitd and @luna-light-eclipse about
The gist of it is:
-Cayde ends up stowing away on the escape ship that Mara and Uldren were on, and gets caught up in the whole Collapse thing
-Mara figures she can make this loser useful and makes him Uldren’s bodyguard.
-Cayde and Uldren end up becoming best friends...but like the kind of best friends who bully and bicker with each other. Uldren keeps calling Cayde ‘stowaway’ while Cayde keeps pranking Uldren.
-Also, thanks to the whole light and dark thing that created the Awoken, Cayde is shinier and glowier than your average exo. And he Awoken just think all exos are like that-until they run into another one and wonder why they don’t shine.
-This shine, amusingly enough, nearly blinds the entire Awoken Royal Court, so they end up having to cover Cayde head to toe in matt powder.
-Now, while Mara tolerates Cayde’s...eccentircities due to the fact he’s good at his job, and while he does get along well enough with Uldren and Petra, near everyone else in the Reef mistrusts him as an outsider.
-When it comes to Guardians, Cayde’s closeness to Uldren ends up coloring his views on them-he doesn’t hate them as much as the Prince, and is more than willing to put on a friendly face for them, he doesn’t exactly trust them.
-Anyways, Oryx happens and Mara ‘dies’. Riven gets into Uldren’s head, causing him to go off the deep end. Cayde realizes Uldren’s lost it, but can’t bring himself to leave his friend’s side. So he sticks with him.
-Forsaken happens-gonna say Shiro is the Hunter Vanguard who gets murdered. Sorry Shiro.
-Fast forward to the finale of Forsaken. With the Guardian and Petra closing in, Cayde decides to go and hold them off to buy time for Uldren
-It’s brave, but all for naught: Cayde lasts all of what, five seconds before getting killed, while Uldren is eaten by a Wish Dragon, spat out, and shot dead
-See though, the Cayde we’ve been following here wasn’t Cayde-6. It was Cayde-5.
-Cayde’s grave ends up being found by Sundance. So...yeah. Cayde-6 is reborn
That’s what I got so far. Kind of scatter brained, but lemme know what ya’ll think of this!
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Regarding Lightfall…(spoilers).
My first opinions on this recent expansion for destiny were positive to say the least. Apart from the story, we got representation with Nimbus being Non binary.
I understand people are upset with more unanswered questions. Really, I do. I agree that the veil needed to be explained a bit more, but we still have a raid to come AND two dungeons! People I’ve personally talked to are saying that they won’t be buying Final Shape just because they hated lightfall that much.
We have the rest of this season, plus 3 more. The raid and the dungeons, as well.
I fully enjoyed strand and the training montage. I wish it was given to us sooner but we had it for pretty much the entirety of the final encounter of that last mission. I wish they mentioned the pooka fish more than just the pond, but If I remember correctly you get explanation for them in the collectors edition lore books.
As for Rohan, do you hunters not remember almost five years ago when we stood in nimbus’ spot, watching our beloved hunter vanguard die? And i know it wasn’t just hunters who got affected by Cayde’s death. Don’t you remember how we didn’t stop at nothing to stop Uldren?! Just because Nimbus doesn’t wail and sob over the loss of his mentor doesn’t mean it didn’t effect them. Not only that, Rohan was closer to the end of his 10 years as a cloud-strider. Nimbus was already prepared for his death, they just weren’t expecting it so soon. Remember what you experienced and put yourself in their shoes, guardians. Nimbus is just doing their job because they have to. You can tell Nimbus is struggling with the loss of their mentor when you do the quest post campaign.
This expansion was also not marketed as “time to take down the witness!1!!1!!” It was marketed as “the start of our end” or something like that. It is the START. To the end. We are preparing for our endgame, the final shape. Not only did we expect to lose, we excepted to use Lightfall as a moment to get stronger, and prepare for the end. Hence the strand training.
In short, I enjoyed the campaign. I’ll open asks for a bit so we can discuss this more, but I am prepared for answers to come with seasonal story + raid/dungeon content.
#destiny 2#lightfall#my opinion#rant#you can pry nimbus from my cold dead hands#non-binary pride#the witness#the witch queen#destiny titan#destiny hunter#destiny warlock#spoilers
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Lightfall, I loved it
First off: Story was great. Jot that down.
Second off: Strand is fun as fuck. Yes. Even Titan you whiny babies.
Third: Nimbus is the best egg. Anyone who finds them cringey or weird is just mad Cayde’s still dead. Love their silly quips. Love their excitability. If anything their VA could have been even more over the top.
Four: fucking Cayde memorial. Stop fucking asking. He’s dead. Get over it. Bungie has moved on. I know he was your favorite character. He still can be! He’s just. Dead.
Five: I love that Mara has been beaten down enough to have some actual fucking humility while still being That Bitch. Love that for her. I like Mara because she’s a bitch and a bad person.
Some more long thoughts below the cut. I do talk about the end cut scenes so lots of spoilers!
Why your bitching about the story is wrong
Story was great! Anyone who complains about the story I am SO sorry to tell you but its a shooty game. Just because it’s got lore doesn’t make it not a shallow shooty game where your main interaction with the narrative is ‘point gun/magic at enemy’. Halo’s story was not as great as you remember it. MC was still going around the narratie with ‘point gun at enemy’. Bungie has def gotten better at story telling but they’re still Bungie and still telling, honestly, pretty basic narratives. That is not a complaint. That is not a disparagement.
They are telling a banger of a cyclical epic while this is effectively ‘part two’ of a trilogy. Prequel was Beyond Light. Part one was WQ. Part 3 is Final Shape. This is the set up for the Final Shape. People going into it thinking this is not a second part of a three part story are out of their minds.This is not Return of the Jedi. This is Empire Strikes Back. Everyone get with the program 👏
Every. Single. Cutscene. Was. A. BANGER!
Every time we had a cutscene I was so excited and they were all done so beautifully! Our Guardian TALKED! And like talked a lot for us. Amazing. No notes. Every time our Ghost was Affected by the Veil or the Witness I had some INTENSE feelings.
Also the cutscene after we beat Calus? When Caiatl said ‘shoot it’ and we put our gun up to shoot our Ghost??? My heart was in my fucking throat. NOPE NOPE NOPE! Bungie how dare you! Especially bc Caiatl knows how important our Ghost is. I get why she’d say that in the moment but holy fuck. The noises of absolute distress I was making!!
Calus
I’ve seen some ‘Calus should have been more threatening’/’Calus should have killed the Witness’/’Calus xyz’ and YOU FOOL! Calus isn’t threatening and never has been to the Guardian. Even in Caiatl’s new lore we see Calus is not a threat and never has been. His hubris is greed and lust and desire for power. That was always going to be his undoing. And it was! He reached for glory and found it and just like Caiatl said found it... wanting. He held that goblet the entire time but it was never filled with wine. Calus was unfulfilled. That is the point. Calus is a creature of greed and avarice. He can never be satisfied. And because of that he can never be truly powerful, because he’s afraid. I believe even the Witness remarks on this.
Also people saying Calus should have just killed the Witness??? Fucking?? How?? We can’t even kill the Witness. How the fuck is he supposed to when he can barely keep his shit together.
The final showdown with him was pretty fucking fun. Me and a friend beat our heads against it super low level for a while, went and did seasonal content and then came back more leveled and wasted him. But when we were underleveled it was VERY threatening. Everything hurt. Everything wanted you dead. We did Strand once but that was a Mistake. Nailed him down with some Void subclasses and Ghally.
Osiris
Oh Osiris. I have so many feels about Osiris. He’s so... frantic and obsessed in the beginning. Desperate to be right and to have all his anxiety and fear validated. To show he can be trusted again. All of this was for Osiris feeling like he’d earned everyone’s trust again. That he wasn’t mad. That his visions from Savathun weren’t just more lies and trickery. And bro he’s SO ANGY in the first 2ish missions when we’re first learning to use Strand.
Osiris shows more emotion in like 4 lines of dialogue than we’ve seen from any other NPC in like 10 years holy shit. When he yells at you I fucking felt that. Holy shit.
This expac was for haughty fucks to get their temperance. And Osiris absolutely is a haughty fuck. He was so obsessed with the Veil and then had to be brought back to see what was actually happening out of his tunnel vision by the Cloud Striders (and us. Just bc Bungie doesn’t let us be in cut scenes doesn’t mean the Guardian/Ghost didn’t affect him).
Rohan
If anyone was surprised Rohan died I just wanna know... how??? As soon as I saw him interacting with Nimbus I was like ‘oh, he’s dead before this expac is over’ and yeap! He was. Like it’s the classic ‘old cop 4 days from retirement gets killed in the line of duty’ trope like I said Bungie tells very good basic ass stories and then the young rookie has to take over. I didn’t know how Rohan would die but as soon as he went into the mast both me and my friend said ‘oh he’s for SURE dead’.
And honestly I think his death was fine. It was a heroic sacrifice. Not much else you could want for a character like Rohan.
Nimbus
I started off not liking their voice. Not the actual voice but the mechanical/digitial overlays and tuning Bungie did to it. It was insanely grating on the ears. I’ve gotten used to it but I still don’t love it. I also think that below the collar bone their design is... weird. Idky their girdle is so fucking tight.
End of anything bad I have to say about Nimbus. Their the best. I love them so much I find them so charming and sweet and absolutely adorable. They’re so excited about living and helping people and being a Cloud Strider. They know a lot but still come across as... naive isn’t the word I want to use exactly but its that vibe of it. Innocent isn’t quite right either. They’re just so excited about who they are and what they do and fuck I love that for them.
I thought they way Bungie handled Nimbus not handling their grief was also pretty well done. Go with the flow only gets you so far but sometimes you need to just sit and reflect and be sad jfc.
Strand
I thought Stasis was pretty ham fisted in getting us to learn it in Lightfall. It was very much ‘go here, do the thing’ which I did not feel in Strand. Strand felt a lot more woven (heh) into the story and actually important to the story. I never felt like Stasis was other than we just wanted Eramis not to have it. It also helped us connect with Osiris and fulfilled his story line.
Love that you learn Strand just by using Strand and we don’t have those fucking HORRIBLE fragment/aspect missions like we did with Elsie. Omfg I’d have rather died than get Strand on all 3 of my characters.
I originally played Strand on my Titan and I don’t care what people say: Stand Titan is FUN. Like it’s so fun! I don’t find Void, Stasis, or Solar Titan to be very fun to play personally. I like to just hit things which is why I’m a HoIL Arc Titan scrub. I haven’t unlocked it fully yet tho but I’ve seen some Strand Titans in the battlegrounds and strikes and BRO! They are killing ittttttt
Now I’m playing on Hunter, my main and BOY! There is a lot to keep track of and its so... fuN! I am slowly learning how to properly micromanage my knife toss to catch it. I catch it probably... 75% of the time? But I have to be watching it. The catch is VERY forgiving thank god. And I have to fight between wanting to throw the knife ALL THE TIME (gambler’s dodge) and also using my dodge to suspend enemies which is ALSO so fucking fun! The super is a little... floaty and is a disc which is... so strange. It’s taking some getting used to that your super is a plane and not a rounded AOE. Which makes sense! It’s a rope dart but. I wish you could throw your rope down a bit easier.
Have not played any Warlock but my story buddy did and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED THREADLING FRIENDS SO MUCH!
Witness and Traveler
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Had a lotta headcanons validated in these cut scenes my dude. My YW can like... do a Light burst in my lore. Which is not healthy for her or anyone else btw and afterwards there’s just... spontaneous plant growth. LIKE HELL YEAH!!! Traveler fucking shooting a fucking terraforming beam RIGHT at the Witness? Fucking cool as shit.
The only reason I wasn’t screaming during the final cut scene was because I was on vc and that’s rude. But BRO!! BRO BRO BROO BOR BRO BRO
what the fuck
Admittedly: super fucking confusing. Witness used the Veil to connect to... something? I haven’t read the lore books yet. And then teleported there? Also the fucking Traveler’s got a TRIANGLE ON IT NOW!?!? Is the Traveler dead? It can’t be dead we still use the Light. And now the Witness is gone after cutting a hole in our ball and took six fucking Pyramid ships with it...
that cANNOT BE GOOD
Season of Defiance
Mara’s got some fucking humility. Love that for her. But god she can’t be humble without also rubbing out noses in the fact that she’s ‘amazing’ and perfect and going to protect and save us or whatever. *gag* The fact that she talks to us like a person and not a thing (which she was doing in Season of Lost) is a HUGE step forward. Love it when a bitch gets some character development. But also love she’s still a bitch. Mara stans/girlbossers DNI. She sucks and I like that.
I’m side eyeing Bungie so hard with the Amanda stuff. If they make Amanda/Crow canon I will be very upset. I think Amanda is one of the most boring NPCs in the game. Like Light doesn’t make you interesting. She’s just not. So sorry for Amanda likers out there. But also I think Bungie knows so many people ship their Guardian with Crow I don’t think they’d do that.
BUT! I do want Crow to have friends and I want Crow and Amanda to be friends! I’m glad Bungie just didn’t hand wave the fact that Crow is Uldren away and make Amanda cool with him. I’m glad this will take a bit to reconcile. If they ever properly do.
The battleground thing is fine. Just the same shit we’ve been doing before. I’m super excited for a formula change up Bungie said they were doing in coming seasons!
Commendations
They’re fun! Give them to people fuck. I ran a battleground and someone just left without giving any. Wtf man????
Neonumi NPCs
The Neonumi who give us patrol bounties??? Sam, Sid (?) and... librarian fuck I forget her name. All them?? LOVE THEM! They’re all so actually rather fleshed out and have distinct personalities. I think they’re all great!
The Veil
I for sure thought they were gonna cuck us on seeing the Veil. Like what’s it do? What’s it look like? Well what it does is be a McGuffin. Like I’m still not 100% on what it is exactly?? Like it’s a power source and attuned to the Light? But idky Witness wants it so bad :Y I’ll have to dive in the lore later.
Also I was SO emotional when we first saw the Veil. Standing over it and looking down I got a little teary?
Also also; its an eye? When we were under the Veil its tendrils looked like the back of your eye, the optic nerve. And then in the second phase of the Calus fight it grows longer and absolutely looks like an optic nerve.
Exotic Rohan Quest
I thought it was fun! Hot take: I like that raid XD I think Garden of Salvation is a good raid y’all are just mean/don’t know how to build platforms at the boss. Love going into Garden and seeing the beautiful skyboxes and the Black Garden itself. GoS is a BEAUTIFUL raid too omg. My friend had only been in GoS once to get Div when you could fuck around with 12 man fireteams. So it was neat we got to go back!
Andddddd I think that’s it! For now.
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20 questions for fic writers
Thanks @captaincravatthecapricious for the tag!
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
80, apparently!
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?
234,199
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently not really any because my muse fuckin packed her bags and took a vacation, but Malevolent, Halo, and Destiny are the big ones. I'd like to do more for Warframe and FFXIV, though!
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
strange domains (TMA/Malevolent)
It's Called Supervising (Destiny... the power of putting Cayde-6 in your fic, I swear)
once in a movie night (Malevolent)
where you go, i go (TMA/WTNV)
Treason (Hollow Knight/Destiny AU)
5. Do you respond to comments?
I'm trying to be better about it! A lot of the time, though, I simply don't know what to say and fall into the "how do I respond to birthday wishes" trap because writing "Thanks!" a bunch feels disingenuous even though I am thankful and glad someone liked the fic enough to comment
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Ptttthhhbbbbbbbb, probably the one where Bornstellar finds his family all floodified on the Halo Chakas & Riser got marooned on in Primordium
(I have not reread this fic in ages bc I remember not being super happy with how it was written and don't want to see I published a disaster lol)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Oh, so many of them. Happy fluffy nonsense is my wheelhouse. If I have to pick one, though, maybe day 7: we fucking did it just because I don't think any other characters have Gone Through It as much as John & Arthur have, so they would get the most joy from a lazy day at the river
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Nah
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Absolutely not lmao
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I do! If we take "craziest" to mean "silliest" probably the Destiny/WTNV crossover thing I flirted with for a while in 2016 (old woman Josie lives in the desert with a house full of taken)
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Again, not to my knowledge
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
@warlordfelwinter and I were writing a novelized version of a D&D campaign we were in, by which I mean Fel did the bulk of the writing and I filled in the Alexa-specific parts!
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Bornstellar/Splendid Dust! My boys! My beloveds! I'm pspsps-ing people into this sandbox with me because right now there are 4 fics for them on AO3 and they're all mine
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Any of them 😭
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dumb shit. But I like to think I'm also good at writing weird stuff (I also just have a lot of fun writing weird stuff, like Fundament and the Dark World)
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Plots.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I wouldn't dare unless I was fluent, which will basically never happen...
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Transformers, baybee! I think at this point I've lost all of my TF fic from my ff.net days due to time and computer moves, which is a real shame, because I wrote a TF/ST crossover centered on tribbles once that I remember being one of the best things I've ever written... Maybe if I'm lucky it's on one of my old external drives and I can reupload it... 🤔
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
The hardest question in the world... hmm... maybe wait through the night for the dawn light to break just because it's the longest thing I've done and the MalevBB experience was so fun... but I also really like Siren's Eye bc Fundament and Osmium sibs and my funky little sea-runners, and I also really like Corpus Siege just bc it was so fun to write, and I also like— [is dragged off stage by a comically large shepherd's hook]
[yelling from the wings] also that Halo AU I had where I gave people metahuman powers! thank you and goodnight!
Tagging:
@warlordfelwinter, @xivu-arath, @wonderwafles, @titan-mom (no pressure, of course!)
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Trick or treat!
I'm not sure which this counts as, but I hope you'll enjoy it either way — a short Festival of the Lost piece with two of my three Destiny OCs:
A Step Outside the Halls Between
(Read on AO3)
—Acolyte, three-twenty-four by minus-twelve.
Felix hummed a wordless affirmation as he dropped the Servant Leader’s barrel. In another heartbeat, a single trigger pull expelled a projectile that turned the chitinous skull in his sights into a burst of soulfire and confectionaries.
—Any more?
North whirred from within him for a moment, then materialized in his palm with a negative.
“I have to ask, though—”
Felix sighed, already knowing where this conversation was going. Still, he had the same question, and the fact that it was one strange phenomenon that still worked to their advantage wasn’t going to stop him from wondering, too, so he allowed his Ghost to finish the question unhindered:
“—Why the candy?”
——————
Of course, no one knew why the Hive had begun dropping candy—actual, edible things with real sugar—around the Festival of the Lost, and as much as Felix was a Warlock, he was also twelve years old and mostly involved in field operations, and whatever the Cryptarchs or the Hidden might have uncovered they were keeping close to their chests.
If they had uncovered anything: certainly Eido was no closer than she had been the year before.
“You’re not actually going to eat that, are you?”
North’s concerned question startled Felix out of his reverie, the sudden change in his posture knocking the holo-table out of existence just before it could properly catch fire, and he held up the mundane chocolate for his Ghost’s inspection.
“It’s from the Cryptarchs’ get-together,” he corrected, “not our patrols. C’mon, little light, you know me better than that, don’t you?”
North counter-rotated with unmistakable irritation, and Felix winced apologetically. But an unearthly howl interrupted his reply, and Guardian and Ghost turned together to see Artemis Brac materializing from a seasonal particle shimmer. The Awoken Hunter had changed just as much as Felix over the twelve years since they had first been raised and joined forces, but that same long-lasting partnership made the sight of her feel as familiar as North’s ancient “junkyard” shell.
“No Maedhros?” Brac lifted a comet-tail eyebrow, and shrugged at Felix’s silent response. “Figures—said he was going by Mars on the way back, poke around in the Weapon Shaper. Not sure if that thing or the Hive dropping candy again gives me worse shivers. You haven’t eaten any, have you?”
Felix laughed, tossing her the chocolate he’d been holding. Psyche materialized next to Brac’s hand as she caught the candy and floated next to North, the two old Ghosts engaging in subaudio conversation as their Guardians convened against the nearest railing, looking out over the twilit City.
“I was on the comms with Immaru earlier,” Felix began, twirling another chocolate between his fingers. “Can’t remember what he was saying—I try not to listen, mostly—but I just thought, if only Cayde were here, he’d have us all in stitches over this dumb little guy.”
Brac laughed, a short, involuntary sound, and sighed.
“We could use Cayde these days, for certain,” she agreed, “and not just because the Hunters have been at loose ends for the last… fuck, five years? But no one else could…”
She trailed off, shook her head, and looked in Felix’s direction with an unfinished grin.
“Neptune,” she added, pausing with a frown, “or Nexus—Nimbus, that’s it. Ugh, what a showoff. Overconfident, the absolute worst sense of humor… but I don’t know what they’re going to do out there without him. Rohan’s only got a couple years left, and that kid… sometimes you miss the strangest people.”
Felix nodded, and silence fell between them as the sun climbed slowly lower across the space where the Traveler had once hung like an immutable truth in the sky. Maedhros would join them before dark, Felix knew, and share his own memory, and they would raid the Cryptarchs’ lounge for hot cocoa.
And then, of course, they would head up to the Moon to kill pumpkins.
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WIPs? On a Friday? It's more likely than you think
Tagged by @demandthedoodles, thanks hon! My WIPs are hell right now, so I’m stealing your list idea for mine. I have SO MANY THOUGHTS and not nearly enough time or energy to work on them all. So here’s what I’ve got cooking right now:
FIRST, I got some tags recently that I need to respond to 💖 two music ones and a picrew. I also have five OC question asks that I need to finish up :3
Destiny mini fics and drabbles (sorry, idk what Dragon Age is right now):
Lyra gets a new shell
Hair trimming
[ CLOSE ]: while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact. - Mae tests Crow’s melee combat
Pouka Pond - Mae winds down in the pouka pond and takes a call from Crow
Resting one’s head on the other’s shoulder - Season of the Haunted, after Crow's successful severance ritual :)
HELM fun times >:3
uhhhhhh some non-canon Petra/Cayde/Mae stuff. maybe. possibly 👀
Season of the Hunt drinks
Misraaks being a cool dad
The Nightmare of Phaeston-4
If anyone's interested in more info on any of these, feel free to send an ask so I can infodump elaborate 💖
Tagging for a lil WIP Whenever action (with no pressure!): @greypetrel | @melisusthewee | @zenstrike | @cleverblackcat | @whimsyswastry | @jentrevellan | @commander-krios
#my other WIP is to get my hunter through BL and Lightfall this weekend so I can get rid of the ugly old hunter#and then I'll have a slot to make a warlock that I'll never play#also yeah pretty much all I write is shippy stuff idk man#that's just who I am#tag games#wip wednesday#kinda sorta lol#maezi
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she's alive.
her ship is trashed , but did its job: with the help of her allies, it was reinforced enough to pierce the veil with magic & tech & other arcane shit that she couldn't understand. the good-luck charms she got from her faily & friends survived, too: tucked safely into her belongings & plucked from the broken cockpit. her she stands inside the traveler, a world that felt like a dream, defying the odds to retrieve a friend. it's a miracle she survived, but after ikora's comms went dark ....
it felt just like the prison of elders . like cayde's hand stroking her hair before going cold, cold, cold . like the rattle to his modulator when he told her that where i'm goin', you can't follow. like the grief that ate her alive, ravaged the tangled shore, & resulted in the birth of crow, her brother, but the brutal death of uldren sov.
she refuses to let her grief swallow her whole again, mangled cybernetics reforming & snapping back into place with the help of lumax's light. she can't. she won't, gritting her teeth as she rises from the ashes, running on sheer force of will & her unbreakable spirit. and as she rises from the wreckage in this strange new world , hotaru rededicates herself to bringing her vanguard leader, her friend home. by any means necessary, even if she died trying.
but that was three days ago.
three days without hope until her eyes catch the smoke of a campfire atop a hill.
she scrambles up the cliff-face with newfound purpose despite her injured state - some injuries that she's nursing the old-fashioned way in case lumax needs to rez her. the warlock screams ikora's name until she shatters apart into streaks of light that burst up the hillside, until she's shooting up to the top & ----
well, ikora's not here. but her belongings are: knowing her, she's off investigating, like the brilliant warlock she is. ( like the warlock hotaru wishes she could be. )
but he is: a sucker-punch of a sight for sore eyes that abruptly snaps her back together, streaks of lightning colliding to re-assemble the sum of their parts. somehow, wherever this is, cayde-6 is alive , breathing , as bright & beautiful as the day she lost him.
she stumbles slightly upon landing - cyan eyes boring into his in deafening, uncharacteristic silence. ( in denial, in grief , in mourning , in a sliver of hope that hasn't entered her eyes in five long , long years. )
his death cast a long shadow upon them all , but she was cursed to be ground zero , cursed to hold him until the warmth faded from his metal frame . & there are so many emotions in in this moment that tangle & writhe in her chest , from a wound that never truly healed in her heart. demanding to be felt properly, in their entirety.
( a wound left behind by a love that lived in every atom of her being . )
one step forward . then another , than another , until she's right in front of him. until she's grabbing his face & pulling it down to hers , until her lips are on that stupid mouth of his because the best time to kiss him would've been at least two centuries ago, & the second best time is now . brief and fleeting as it was, exploding every synapse in her with joy , with longing , with love . it's the same emotions that live in her eyes when she pulls back , just as quickly as she slammed into him.
" ---- sorry . uh . not for kissing you ! i mean, unless you didn't want me to? i mean, i really should've done that... before. but i should've asked, & --- " a frustrated noise escapes her , her hands scrubbing at the tears in her eyes as hotaru's frame trembles ever - so - slightly , before beaming up at him with a watery, fanged smile.
( she hopes that he still recognizes her with her arc-bleached hair , with five years of grief & change. she hopes that he can still see someone that loves him with every atom, shred, & speck of her being. )
" did ya miss me , sunshine ? 'cause in case you couldn't tell, i really , truly missed you. " / @adeth
#adeth#( adeth / cayde 6 ) & i look at you / dear sunlight / & i am home .#so yknow how i said i was sorry in advance ro#REMEMBER THAT!!!!!!#i log onto tumblr.com to hit ro with nuclear amounts of angst. i log off. /lh
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Acolyte of Vengeance
<Previous | Part Five | Next>
Inspiration:
What The Water Gave Me by Florence + The Machine
Leaving Caladan by Hans Zimmer
Trigger warnings - none
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It had been weeks since Vlairyn had left the tower, since she had picked up her gun, or done anything other than sit in her apartment and brood. She was sitting on her bed, flipping a knife between her fingers before she threw it at the dartboard on the opposing wall and missed with abysmal aim. It was getting worse the more she refused to go out and participate in gambit or crucible, now it almost missed the board entirely.
Goldie didn’t really talk to her anymore, he tried, but was met with short answers or silence and so he had kept to himself and her backpack unless he was needed, feeling just as miserable as her.
It was this one rare occasion when he emerged from his hiding and approached her slowly, an incoming call glowing from his core.
“It’s for you; it’s Eris Morn.”
Vlairyn’s head lifted, she hadn’t seen Eris since the Leviathan incident months ago, though Eris would occasionally check in on the Hunter via the Drifter as she almost never left the moon herself. Did something else happen?
“Accept.” Vlairyn spoke as Goldie transmat her comlink into her hand and she placed it into what one might call her ear.
“Eris. What can I do for you?”
“I believe I should be asking you that question, Vlairyn.” The former Hunter spoke, sounding more concerned than anything. “Hiding in your room? You might be an Exo but you still need to perform human tasks. I hope Goldie has been keeping you accountable in such aspects.” Eris didn’t give Vlairyn a chance to speak before she got to her point.
“Ikora and I need you. You have been idle for too long and in the span of your self loathing, Immaru has made a deal that Savathun will tell us what she knows of the Witness if we take out her sister; I can think of no better guardian for this mission than you, Vlairyn.”
There were a few moments of silence before Vlairyn laughed, her eyes drawn to the dartboard before she turned in thought.
“You can’t be serious. Xivu Arath? You can’t possibly think you can beat her, she thrives off of any and all conflict, we’ll be playing right into her hands.”
“Maybe, but this is the only good lead we have received since the attack on the Traveler. We need this. I feel that Ikora, especially, needs this. And you need this too; you have been wasting away, letting guilt and anger claw at you since Cayde’s death until nothing remains. I understand how that feels. The feeling that changes into nothingness, shrouding your mind like an inescapable fog. You need a purpose again; help us put an end to this, and perhaps you will find your long needed rest afterwards.”
There was silence in which Vlairyn contemplated the witches' words. Sure, it didn’t feel good to just sit and do nothing but the bare minimum, but the alternative always seemed to play towards the light or the dark and Vlairyn was sick of it. Perhaps Eris was right in some aspects. One mission couldn’t hurt, right?
“I get to kill some hive?”
“Undoubtedly.”
“Great. What else will I be doing?” The Exo’s voice was tired, but some part of her knew Eris might be right, at least about the lead on the Witness.
“Information gathering, for now. Immaru is just as cryptic as Savathun, he was frugal with his hints and so you must be cautious.”
“Got it. I’ll pack for versatility.”
Eris only hummed before the call ended.
Mission… successful? Vlairyn wanted to say yes but she wasn’t sure. The messages that Savathun had left only brought up more questions. Figured…
Still, the feeling of crushing hive ghosts beneath her hands had been a welcomed feeling. Her aim had once again become dreadful, but she could hardly care when her armor had now been built for high resilience. Eris had been right in her need to get out of her room after all. Not that the ex-Hunter would ever do something like gloat or say “I told you so.” That was something Vlairyn liked about Eris, and why they got along so well, but the revelation that they had learned of in the spire was now making Vlairyn feel on edge as Eris seemed so willing to accept it.
“What are we doing, Eris?” Vlairyn pulled the ex-Hunter aside, a quick glance towards the ritual center, crawling with hive worms. Ikora wasn’t there yet, so they only had a few moments alone, which was all Vlairyn needed.
“Do we even know what this ritual will do to you? What if this is a trap?”
“Whether it is or not, it is our only hope to defeat Xivu Arath. I must become her equal. I am willing.”
“I’m not!” Vlairyn took Eris’s shoulder gently. “I can’t risk losing more of my friends.”
“And yet you lose yourself. Is that not more important? What good are you to your friends if all that remains is a shell? I aim to become a blade, one that I will use to cut out the hearts of our enemies.”
“Okay fine, I’m a hypocrite, I accept that- but do you even know if you’ll hold your own blade at the end of this? Can you be sure that someone else won’t hold it instead? Look, I'm only asking if you doing this is truly the best option. Can’t we have… I don’t know— Finch? Can’t Finch just resurrect his lightbearer and they do this?”
“There’s no time, and there would be no guarantee that Finch’s hive would be loyal to our cause. It has to be me, Vlairyn. Savathun knew this, her recordings hinted that much.”
“That’s what I’m worried about! If she knew, or even suspected, then there’s no guarantee that this isn’t a trap of some kind…”
“I understand your concerns, I do. But I need you behind me for this. Ikora will have her own reservations, and I need you to help me quench them or this will not work.”
She knew Eris was right, Ikora might want the Witness as much as anyone, but she had seen her fair share of the deaths of friends and wouldn’t be too keen on risking another.
“Fine… But you have to let me help you aside from that. I can’t… I can’t just watch you go down such a dark path alone.”
“Yet you are much further down your own than I am, and refuse such help.”
It was at this point that Ikora made herself known in a shimmer of transmat dust and took to standing beside Vlairyn, a silent signal between the two already there that the conversation had to stop. Vlairyn didn’t even know how to respond to Eris’s words, she was completely right and her pride hated it. This needed to stop…
“We should start.” The deep voice of Immaru broke the silence as he too joined the group, hovering in between Ikora and Vlairyn. The guardian looked at the hive ghost, the itch to crush him was immense.
“Xivu Arath draws straight from our conflict. She believes her logic absolute.” Eris nodded and grasped the staff which Immaru had granted the guardians, a relic of hive magic that looked to be made out of bone and dried ichor.
“I will grasp it, and contravene its power. There is no other way.”
Ikora crossed her arms, a look of concern on her face and rightfully so.
“But will you come back from this?”
“Does it matter if I do?” It was something Eris hadn’t said to Vlairyn, even though she had asked the same question without words. Part of it made Vlairyn wonder if it was for show, to tell Ikora that Eris wouldn’t back down from this and not that Eris had no sense of self preservation. Vlairyn wasn’t sure Ikora understood by the look on her face. The warlock looked horrified by the words that had come from her friend's mouth, and Vlairyn felt pity for the Vanguard.
“What I am has served me, and has served humanity.” Eris began making her way towards the center of the ritual circle, Ikora moving forward as well. Would the warlock really try to stop her? Would Vlairyn intervene?
“Akka… Xita… Sel…” The names of the worm gods left Eris’s mouth as she carved hive runes into the sand beneath her feet with the end of the staff.
Ikora advanced. “This is what Savathun wants!” It was said forcefully, a great parallel to Vlairyns prying questions in their prior conversation. This was why Ikora was a Vanguard and why Vlairyn was not. It almost made the Exo laugh at the thought.
“We serve our interests, not Savathuns.” Eris continued writing her runes, even through the harsh laugh of Immaru.
“Heh! She’s outmaneuvered you again.” It was a barbed comment, and Vlairyn knew exactly how to respond.
Her hand snatched him from the air, grasping his sickly green core and squeezing. Immaru let out a strangled set of cries. Oh how ridiculously easy it would be to crush him, and to never risk seeing Savathun alive again. Tempting was putting it lightly.
“This isn’t a warning, ghost. It’s a threat.” Vlairyn hissed, bringing his shell up to her face so he could see her eyes.
“Y-You need me!” His voice was strained, and yet no one moved in to stop her, she supposed they were all as distrusting of the ghost as she was. Maybe more so.
“We need your silence.” Eris cut in, nodding to Vlairyn who reluctantly released the bone-colored shell. Immaru glared at the Hunter as he grunted and growled, who only returned the favor with an equally malicious glare. She would have to keep an extra close eye on him in the future.
The runes had been completed, and so Eris handed the staff to Vlairyn, her gaze looking at both the Exo and the Warlock.
“Do not be afraid. Bear witness to my Sublimation.”
This was a show of trust. Vlairyn had every power to simply not start the ritual and so Eris’s words rang in her head.
“I need you to stand behind me.”
The Hunter nodded, and raised the staff into the air before she stuck it into the ground on one of the runes, igniting the remaining runes and the whole ritual circle into a flow of eerie green light.
“I separate the true from the dead. I am the many-mouthed hunger. I am the knife-edged truth.”
Eris was lifted into the air, and it reminded Vlairyn of the same ritual they had performed months ago on the Helm, though this was just for Eris.
“I devour the free. I conspire with my vengeance. I will take what I need. The words in my throat are the weapon in my fist. Aiat, aiat, aiat!”
A shuttering hand lifted and removed the bandage from Eris’s eyes, the thing she had never been seen without since her return from the Hellmouth. Both Vlairyn and Ikora stood, only able to watch as Eris was consumed by the hive light, her body contorting and bending and growing from what seemed to be her armor. Sharp edges protruded from her shoulders, spines grew along her back and her skin paled and warped into that of a hive. A shell of chitin grew in place of the witch’s clothing, wrapping around her mouth, her arms, and legs. Those three hellish eyes finally looked like they belonged on her body as her transformation ended and she dropped to the floor, a new and terrifying creature.
“I am the many-mouthed hunger. I am the knife-edged truth.” Her voice, while still carrying its low tone, now had the overlay of several others and she truly sounded like a hive. Vlairyn looked to Ikora and had never seen the warlock look more terrified in her life. Had this been a mistake?
“Bring me your tithes.” Her voice echoed.
Vlairyn stood in the Helm, her eyes wandering around the dark wooden shelves covered with books, the blood red carpet and cloth that draped against the walls where Eris had set up a little study room, a hive portal frame sitting in the center of the room.
The Exo lifted the staff she still carried and activated the portal. Eris had said she had wanted to meet after the ritual. It had only been a few hours since they had returned from Savathuns spire, did Eris already know what they needed? There was only one way to find out as Vlairyn stepped through the portal and into some kind of hive pocket dimension. It didn’t look like it was in Savathuns throne world, but some of the flora and fauna of the place was similar.
A great pavilion sat at the tops of eery jade steps, draped with the same blood-red cloth as it’s floor glowed with the same pattern as that of the ritual circle back in the spire. A lectern and table sat on the edge of the building, overlooking a cavern leading out to the stars that looked suspiciously like hive eyes.
“Vlairyn.” The voice seemed to echo, comping from nowhere and everywhere all at once.
“Eris?” Vlairyn ascended the stairs to the pavilion, standing in its center before Eris made herself known. She was taller, and up close Vlairyn could see the trinkets that hung from her neck, the same ones she had worn before her transformation.
“You’re… still Eris, right?” The question hung heavy in the air as the Hive god contemplated it.
“Though my form twists in this rune-bound circle, yes. I remain Eris Morn.” The Hives voice definitely had the hint of Eris’s voice, though strained and compressed by the ritual.
“Good… then I feel I can ask again. Will you let me help you? Walk this path together?”
Eris nodded, gesturing a clawed hand to the staff that Vlairyn carried. It’s bone and green ichor feeling heavy in her hands.
“A splinter of a Hive worm rests in your staff,” she says. “It is enough to bind us, and mark you as my acolyte. By the sword logic of the Hive, your conquests would strengthen me.”
This was not a command, though Eris’s voice now sounded much more commanding since the ritual. No, this was an offer.
“I said you needed purpose, Vlairyn, and you have begged to help me. Here I offer you purpose once more, to bring wrath upon the Hive so that you may tithe your enemies to me.”
She could see Vlairyn was hesitant.
“I am not given to the deep, but to vengeance. I serve no paracausal purpose but my own.”
This did grab the Exo’s attention. A third option? It had never occurred to Vlairyn that one could be hive and not serve the deep, and yet there Eris stood. With the setting of her jaw, Vlairyn looked up to meet the eyes of the Hive god.
“You feel better like this, don’t you?”
The hive seemed to chuckle, an odd sound like the clacking of bone.
“I do what is necessary, that makes my feeling better irrelevant, but in a sense, yes.”
“Then make me your acolyte, and I shall bring you the heads of our enemies.”
Eris grinned behind her chitin mask, the familiar sound and glow of transmat dust leaving something in her hands. Five items of clothing, all in the same green-tinted hive colors.
“I ask only one thing more, my friend.” Eris offered the clothing to Vlairyn, who looked upon it with a curious expression. The helmet that sat neatly atop the folded shirt and pants was like that of a hive, three tell-tail eyes glowing in a faint blue color.
“You have been mourning long enough. Take off the blue you have worn for so long, and embrace this gift I give to you. Let us show them what it is to be Hive.”
It dawned on Vlairyn what Eris was asking of her. The beep blue colors the Exo had worn for so long were in honor of Cayde, the same mourning colors she had worn to his funeral and subsequently the color she had killed Uldren Sov in. This was a request to let all that go. To start anew serving Eris until her battle with Xivu. Vlairyn couldn’t deny how much she had wanted to start over, to have something else to do besides serve paracausal beings or sit alone; so she took the clothing and armor in her hands, and was reborn.
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BONUS:
Vlairyn slumped back against the plush gray sofa that sat in her apartment living room, the eerie green tint of her new clothes actually matched her own skin color for once, her own metal painted a bright teal. With a blink and a shimmer of dust, her helmet was whisked away, leaving a hovering Goldie in its wake.
“I know what you’re gonna say-“ Vlairyn started, convinced she was going to get a lecture about the hive.
“I’m so happy for you!”
“You what?”
The ghost wiggled with excitement, though somewhat reserved as it was a tense moment for the two of them. Goldie really didn’t want to upset his Guardian, not when she was back in the field and doing what she was good at!
“You’re not… You don’t have your reservations? No big speech on why the Hive are bad?” Vlairyn asked gently, like just mentioning it would have him go off on a tangent.
There was a pause.
“Vlairyn, I always have my reservations, but seeing you out and about again is the best thing I could ever hope for! To see you have purpose again, no matter what it is now, will always be better than seeing you waste away in this apartment.” The golden ghost spoke with utter sincerity, and he nuzzled the Hive clad hunter.
Vlairyn’s voice caught on the wires in her throat. After how horrible she had been to him, all the pushing away and terrible words exchanged he was still here.
She could feel liquid prick in her eyes.
“Goldie…” She faltered, unsure of what to say.
“It’s okay.” He said simply, an expression like that of a smile overtaking his orb.
“I thought you might at least have something to say about the new outfit.” Vlairyn returned his smile with a slight upturning of her lips.
“Oh I do. I think Eris knew exactly what she was doing when she gave it to you, and I think you look like a proper Hive killer. Can’t very well be an Acolyte in mourning clothes, can you?”
“No, I suppose not.”
And so, they sat for the remainder of the night, gently talking and bringing their broken friendship back to the surface.
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Hero of the Last City:
The Young Wolf; one of the greatest Guardians ever to be resurrected by the Traveler. You might also know her as one of the other many names she has taken on throughout the years. The Godslayer, the Slayer of Oryx, Cursebreaker, Kingslayer, the Chosen One, and Hero of the Red War. While many see the hero, few see the woman beneath that armor and even fewer get to truly know her.
Her name is Thera, an awoken with lilac skin, plum colored hair, and the brightest blue eyes you've ever seen. Her name was the only thing she remembered from her past life when she was resurrected by her Ghost in Old Russia. She was not always the hero you knew, she was once just another Guardian passing you by in the City. She was molded by her friends into the hero she became. Her fireteam, her family, consisted of a witty Exo hunter called Zane-2, and an awoken warlock named Sora. Zane (along with Cayde-6 of course) molded her skills in the hunter class (as well as taught her a thing or two about how to get into some old-fashioned hunter trouble). While Zane taught Thera her fighting skills, Sora focused on molding Thera's mental skills. Together they were a formidable fireteam well respected by many Guardians, including the Vanguard. They were close too. Zane was practically an older brother to Thera, and Sora was like a mother figure.
They were so close that, when Zane-2 and Sora died their final deaths to a Hive ogre, Thera shut down. No longer was she the Thera people knew. She became reserved and quiet, only speaking when she had to and her Ghost, Scout, couldn't speak for her. Over time it got better however because she was constantly reminded by Cayde, her Vanguard, that she was not alone, and never would be. She got through the worst of her mourning with his help and carefully started to open up just a bit more, but she never did find another fireteam. She never could replace the one she had.
Thera went on to become the Young Wolf, to go on the adventures the people of the Last City know so well. She was a hero, people looked up to her, guardians looked up to her. She portrayed a strong exterior, for the people, for the guardians, but deep inside, she was broken. No one saw this side of her except her Ghost Scout, and he did the best he could to mend the pieces back together.
But it did no good when Cayde-6 died to the hands of Uldren Sov. A mission that she thought was going to be so easy turned sour so quickly. She felt the blast of Sundance shattering as she ran to him, and suddenly she was back in that cave, feeling the same blast twice, as Zane and Sora's Ghosts were reduced to shards. Nothing and no one could stop her from going on a rampage to slaughter the Barons, and when it came down to it, she did not hesitate to put a bullet in Uldren Sov's head when she finally had him at her mercy.
She became silent again, just as she had been before. She was a lone wolf, only going with a fireteam when she absolutely had to.
There were a few she spoke to, only a few words at a time, however. One such person, or rather Ghost, was Poppy. She was guardianless and often spent her time out searching. An old friend of Scout, back before he had found Thera, she often went to visit the two of them whenever she returned to the Tower. Until one time, she returned with a young woman in tow.
Angelica, no older than twenty-five, had shoulder length brown hair, sun-kissed skin and brown eyes that if you looked closely in them you could see flecks of green. She was shy and nervous, being in a Tower full of strangers and just having been brought into the world a few hours ago as a Guardian. When Poppy had approached Thera and Scout, excitedly introducing them to her new-found Guardian, Thera had immediately seen herself in Angelica. She remembered being brought into this Tower, and knowing no one there. She had been nervous too at first, afraid she would make a bad first impression on the Vanguard and the other Guardians. So, despite being near silent for so long, the Young Wolf outstretched her hand to the kinderguardian and gave her a tour around the Tower. She introduced her to each of the important Guardians, by-passing the Drifter (he would come later). Each one was surprised at hearing Thera's voice, but it was not an unwelcome one.
Poppy had purposefully not told Angelica, nicknamed Ann, about Thera's reputation. She learned it through Lord Shaxx, who commented on how he had not heard the Wolf's voice in quite a long time, which made Ann question why. The next hours were filled with stories from the former warlord about the Guardian she had just met and she was filled with more awe every second.
Thera found she had enjoyed the young Guardian's company, and with a push from Scout, continued to be in Ann's presence. They went on many missions together, and spent time in Crucible matches where Thera helped the kinderguardian hone her skills as a hunter. Thera found herself laughing and talking more than she had in years since the passing of her fireteam and Cayde, and she continued to become more and more open as a few years passed. Now, instead of staying in her apartment in the Tower, she was attending parties hosted by hunters, and going down into the City to join Lord Shaxx in his weekly dodgeball matches with the children. She was not entirely back to her old self, but she was as close as she could get. Yes, the nightmares and the trauma remained, but now she had a friend to help her through it, and she wasn't afraid to admit that it was her becoming a mentor that helped her out of her sulking lifestyle.
Despite the fact that she was now no longer a loner, it did not stop the darkness and the Witch Queen, Savathun, from creeping up on her and the City. It did not stop the return of Uldren Sov, now a guardian known as Crow, a cruel joke played by the Traveler. She was not so inclined to accept him at first but soon found he was nothing close to the man he once was, and the two became close. Closer still when they did not stop at friendship, but became partners. She no longer saw him as Uldren Sov, only Crow, a sweet man who cared for Eliksni and the few friends he had.
Her circle of friends grew even more when the Eliksni of House Light, led by Mithraks, joined the Last City. She made friends with and bonded with the Eliksni there, though they couldn't help but feel wary of her at first. However, after one Eliksni, a single mother called Trildir, trusted her, others followed her lead and found that the Young Wolf did not have as much bite as they thought for their kind.
Her circle continued to grow more when Ann found a fireteam of her own. Jacks-4, an exo titan with black and white plating and green eyes. He was the leader of the group, but gladly let Thera call the shots when she was present. Lana, a hunter with pale skin, blue eyes, and long blonde hair. She was a ray of sunshine, constantly looking at the brightside of everything and seemed to know exactly and when. Alex, another hunter, with honey skin, shoulder-length black hair, and green eyes. The troublemaker of the group. And then there was Mace, a warlock with curly dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and ivory skin. He was the one who made the plans. He was silent most of the time, but he was never left out. Thera might as well have adopted the whole fireteam as her little band of misfits. If she was out in the Tower or down in the Last City it was very likely that one or more of the fireteam would be at her side.
Alas, nothing good ever lasted for long for the hero of the Last City. Thera could not keep Crow from learning of his past forever, and when he learned from the worst possible source, Savathun, she could not stop him from leaving to get time to himself. She wished she had been the one to tell him, not the hive witch, and she mentally beat herself up over the fact that she purposefully dodged the subject anytime even a hint of Crow's past life popped up. Their relationship was rocky after that. Crow had forgiven her for not telling him, but could not forget the fact that she had kept such an important piece of information from him for so long. They still talked, but not as often, and it was for the most part strictly work-based. No more late-night ramblings in Thera's room about the most mundane of things, and no more sneaking away into Crow's nest in the EDZ.
Thera, with all that was going on with Savathun, the darkness, the pyramids, and now the return of Calus' ship and the nightmares, found herself unable to make time for Ann and her fireteam. She tried her best though, by waking up early and meeting at Ann and Lana's apartment in the City to make breakfast with the fireteam, or slipping away for a Crucible match or two. Now it seemed as though she was working more as the Young Wolf than just being Thera. But she continued to fight, because the City needed her, now more than ever, and she would not let them down.
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Their mission done, Cayde hopped onto his sparrow, the engine coming to life immediately. But he wouldn't be himself if coming back to the church was just a boring ass ride.
"I say, I can beat you to Devrim from here~" Cayde leaned back on his sparrow nonchalantly, one hand on the seat behind him to look better at Scout. "Five thousand glimmer. 'Less you're a chicken~"
Scout shook his head, tutting at Cayde, “Thought you’d think being a chicken was a proud thing after gettin’ Colonel! She’ll fuck anyone up if she decides she doesn’t like ‘em.” It was true; Scout had witnessed her chase a Hunter down firsthand after they had attempted to take one of her eggs. Now the only people who messed with her were stupid, or just poor New Lights who got roped into a prank unknowingly.
“But you’re on anyway. You’ll only win in your dreams~“ Oh, he was incredibly confident that he would win. As great as Cayde was, Scout raced sparrows all the time in unofficial leagues! Plus his sparrow had been modded just a little.
...Maybe a lot.
“Hope you’re ready to eat my dust!” Without much warning, the Hunter sped off, only casting a glance behind to get the other Exo’s reaction.
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“You and I both know that’s never gonna happen.” Rascal-7 replied, taking his knife and prying the eye out of the goblin’s eye socket. If this fuck-up were to happen, at very least he’d get a trophy out of it. “Don’t worry, Sourpuss.” He echoed the Vanguard’s earlier words in snide tone “Just a quick recon mission. In and out, five minutes tops.”
Cayde shouldn’t take it personally, Rascal’s always been like this. Rude, snarky and a bit of a dick at times. Still, he was a good Hunter. One of the best. Proved that when Ghaul took the light. Even though he was technically still officially banished at the time, He was lightless on the City streets, buying time with his mortal life so the citizens got evacuated. He ended up limping to the farm, Exo body torn up six ways to Sunday. All this is a long way of saying there’s a reason Cayde chose Rascal to cover him while on this weird and dangerous errand.
“Oh, would you stop complaining.” Apollo sighed, popping out of Rascal’s backpack “This isn’t the first time you guys had an unplanned fight with the Vex. Odds were in your favor from the first round fired. Besides, Sundance and I had you guys covered if they somehow got lucky.”
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EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY
CAYDE 6
VS CLIFFJUMPER
(can’t come up with a full rap...but I did have a few select bars I came up with, and need to get out of my brain)
CJ: I’ve been in the franchise 40 years ago at the start and I’m still going on.
You’re only known for being voiced by Fillion
And even then, for miles he couldn’t be seen
Even it came time record your own death scene
Your jokes are so lame they make everyone cringe
What else can I say? You got killed by a guy with an emo fringe.
C6: Dead as I may be, at least I got through the first 4 years like a pro
You on the other hand? You couldn’t even last the first five minutes of the TFP show.
I’m an icon of the series, even 6 years on, and I don’t mean to be vulgar
You started as nothing more than a lazy recolor
And don’t get me started on the movie, I ain’t cutting you slack
Ambulon and Sideways called, they want their death scenes back.
(idk I just thought this would be silly thing to do)
(no offense meant to Cliffjumper or Cayde 6. I love them both)
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oh my GOD so this was a project and a half. i haven't been so proud of something in AGES (i haven't FINISHED something in ages, actually, ESPECIALLY not an eight-piece comic.)
my girlfriend sent me the song earlier, i looked up the lyrics, and got STRUCK with inspiration (not to mention i just replayed shadowkeep the other day)
anywho it's like. four a.m. i hyperfixated on this for five and a half hours. (the Guardian here is my own OC, btw; Artemis!) it's Missing Cayde Hours y'all
#repost bc tumblr fucked up the last one#i am TIRED yall#lowkey proud of this tho#destiny 2#destiny 2 art#my art#fanart#oc art#destiny game#destiny cayde#cayde 6#destiny 2 shadowkeep
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Day 9 - Mess With the Best
February 28, 2886; The Last City, Earth
“Almost got it… T minus twenty seconds,” Shiro announced.
“Any last-minute questions?” Andal asked.
Nobody said a word.
“Cameras will be out for five minutes,” the short Exo announced.
“Set your timers, people,” Andal commanded. “On your mark, Shiro.”
“Mark,” Shiro announced dryly. He clicked the lock and swung the door open.
The four Hunters moved into Zavala’s office with efficiency. Each knew their role. Azra made a beeline for a bookcase on the wall and began pulling tomes out, stacking them with a careful hurry on the floor. Shiro moved towards a display case on the other side of the room, letting his Ghost free to scan it. “Magnetic locks, just like we thought,” Pace reported.
The Exo cracked his knuckles and rolled sparks through his fingers. He placed his hands carefully, prying at the door with a gentle pressure. “Three, two, one…” he counted to himself. On ‘one’, he sent a jolt of electricity through his hands.
It was just enough to trip the mechanism. Shiro felt both locking nuts slide into place and the door obliged his prying. It swung open on silent hinges.
Andal was already there, removing the ornate sword inside with gloved hands. Cayde was there a moment later, sliding in a brightly-colored foam replica with just as much care.
Shiro eased the case closed and set about re-arming the locks.
Andal ferried the sword over to Azra, who’d already cleared a space for it on the bookshelf. He propped it flush against the wall, holding it in place until Azra had piled enough books back on to hold it steady. He helped her replace the rest of the tomes, humming thoughtfully to himself.
“Shouldn’t we re-alphabetize this?” Andal asked.
“We want him to know something’s up with the bookshelf,” Azra reasoned. “It’d take too long for him to find it by chance. Who knows how many books he’d pull before he noticed what was behind them?”
Andal accepted the justification and helped slide the last few volumes in place. He left Azra to double-check that the sword was properly hidden and took in the room.
Cayde and Shiro were done by the display case. A rather goofy replica of Radegast’s sword now sat snugly in its home. He pinged the comms channel once. Tevis pinged back an all-clear signal.
Perhaps they’d planned the heist too well. It had only been a minute and thirty seconds by his timer. The smart thing to do would be to leave now. Take no extra chances.
But they’d gone through all of this trouble just to get into Zavala’s office in the first place. Why waste the opportunity?
“Alright, you have two minutes to search,” he commanded. “Keep your gloves on and don’t break anything. No stealing.”
Cayde let out a quiet whoop of excitement and immediately moved to the shelf of knickknacks by the far wall.
Azra, a twinkle in her eye, moved to the desk.
“No peeking at classified stuff,” Andal warned. “This is a raid on Zavala, not the Vanguard.”
“I’m going to add an extra ball to his desk toy,” she announced cheerfully. “Just to make him think he’s gone crazy.”
That was the whole idea of this operation- keep the leadership on his toes (and maybe dig up useful blackmail in the process), so although it technically was in violation of the ‘no breaking things’ rule, Andal let it slide.
“What,” Sundance said from the top shelf of the knickknack storage. “What is this?”
There was a gravity to the obvious glee in her voice. Even Shiro paused in his work of switching around Zavala’s houseplants.
“Two minutes is up,” Charin announced. “Nintey seconds until the camera blackout ends.”
Sundance held a data disk aloft, spinning back and forth with excitement. Whatever she’d found was good.
“Copy your files and put it back,” Andal said. “We gotta jet.”
“Twenty seconds,” Azra bargained. Her Ghost had bits of the Newton’s cradle floating around her.
Shiro headed dutifully for the door. Cayde followed shortly after, literally dancing with excitement. Azra was the last one out. Andal took one last glance around the room: foam sword on display, actual sword safely hidden in the bookcase, rearranged plants, six-balled Newton’s Cradle clicking away on the desk.
He shut the door.
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Zavala was not having a good day. First, what was supposed to have been a standard Consensus meeting had turned into an hour-long shouting match between New Monarchy and Dead Orbit. Then, maintenance on the rail system delayed his train. Now, this.
“You left your window open,” Targe pointed out. “That must be how they got in.”
“That sword was priceless,” Zavala lamented, moving to the window to close and lock it. “A relic from the Iron Lords.”
“People will notice when it shows up,” the Ghost said in assurance. “It’s hard to hide a shiny five-foot-long sword. Especially one that famous.”
Zavala sighed and sat down at his desk, putting his head in his hands. Then, confused, he took his head out of his hands and did a double-take of the room.
The parlor palm was in the wrong corner. It was where the bromeliad used to be. The bromeliad was on the pedestal for the snake plant, which was sitting by the door…
Zavala let out an even deeper sigh. The petty vandalism was just insult added to injury after the theft.
“I’ll move them back,” Targe offered.
“Not now,” the Titan snapped. He needed to unwind, badly. With Dead Orbit causing these political waves every Consensus meeting was becoming migraine-inducing. Zavala had scheduled himself an afternoon off, eager to get some reading done. Now he had another headache to deal with. “Just… find me some poetry, would you?”
The Ghost clicked thoughtfully. “Tennyson?”
“Frost,” Zavala replied.
There was a long moment. Zavala’s stomach sank when he received a sense of vague confusion from his Ghost.
“Did they steal my poetry books, too?” the Titan growled.
“No, no,” Targe replied. “It’s here, it’s just… not in the right place.”
That was it. Zavala stood up suddenly. His chair made a loud squeal as it was pushed back. “What kind of joke is this,” he seethed. “The sword is valuable. That makes sense to steal. But un-alphabetizing my bookshelves? And the plants?”
“That’s what crosses the line,” his Ghost said dryly. “Not the theft, but that they reorganized your office?”
Zavala began pulling tomes off of the shelf. His anger almost made him forget himself, but he managed to keep his cool and not damage any of the books as he stacked them on a side table.
“Hey, Zavala…”
“Not now,” he said. “Let me fix this before we move on to the next problem you’ve found.”
“I found the sword.”
Zavala froze. Indeed, there it was, wedged in the space between the books and the wall. Someone had even taken time to stuff a tissue under the blade’s edge where it rested on the shelf.
Zavala pulled the rest of the books and removed the sword, hands shaking a little in relief. Targe scanned it, reporting no detectable damage (and no fingerprints besides Zavala’s).
“I don’t get it,” the Ghost said as Zavala carried the relic back across the room. “Why go through all the trouble of breaking in and stealing the sword if you’re not going to steal it?” He opened the case and transmatted the foam replica away.
Zavala placed the real sword in its stand and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Nothing was damaged or lost after all.
“Did they do this all just to mess with you?” Targe asked.
“I can think of a few people who would enjoy that very much,” Zavala replied. He locked the case and nodded to himself. “At least they did not take anything.”
“I’ll reorganize the books,” Targe offered. “You take it easy. Read your Robert Frost.”
Zavala sat down in his chair and took the book his Ghost offered him. Perhaps the afternoon could be salvaged. (He’d be keeping his window locked from now on, though.) Targe hummed to himself as he restocked the bookshelf.
Then the humming stopped. Zavala lowered the book and looked at his Ghost, who had stopped ferrying houseplants around the office to stare at the knickknacks on Zavala’s desk.
“Did… this always have six balls on it?”
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“Alright,” Andal admitted. “This is the find of the decade.” He turned a generic memory card over in his hands.
“What do we do with it?” Tevis said.
“Flash mob,” Cayde answered immediately. “We get a bunch of Guardians-“
“With Shaxx masks,” Shiro added.
“Good touch,” Cayde complimented. “Set it up like an aerobics class.”
“I maaaaay have been working on a backdoor into the PA system,” Azra announced. “For… reasons. So I’ve got that aspect covered.”
Andal nodded. “It’s settled then. Let’s keep it hush-hush, though. Hand-select let’s say… fifty people. Azra, you’ll be our in-person for the PA. Make sure you’ve got an escape plan ready. Shiro, you’re on Shaxx mask duty, since that was your idea. Cayde, you handle the choreography. Tevis can help me get it all organized. Think we can pull this together in two weeks?”
“Why two weeks?” Azra asked.
“Well, it’s Shaxx’s birthday then…”
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#destcember2021#destcember#destiny#destiny the game#Shiro-4#andal brask#cayde-6#Zavala#commander zavala#love language: pranks#it's how they show you they care
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