#rip cayde

[corvusalbus93]

So...I’m freshly re-traumatised.

#destiny 2 #destiny #rip cayde #cayde 6 #cayde #destiny cayde

[theavocadojam]

To those we lost along the way…

#destiny art #destiny 2 #destiny 2 art #destiny fanart #destiny guardians #sagira #asher mir #sloane #brother Vance #cayde 6 #destiny cayde #rip cayde #destiny the game #destiny #avojam art

[loveandfictionforall]

never mind it's me again, can I request another one but with Cayde this time? With "person a contemplating on whether to send person b a text "? Ok now I'm gone, thank youu, byeee~

If you like it, it would be very kind of you to reblog!

You were fucking nervous. An absolute trainwreck. No enemy made you tremble like that - but Cayde did. And you hated and loved that. He was the Vanguard of the Hunters. One of you, your leader. A very friendly and very close person who treated nearly everyone the same.

And you two had sex. Two days have passed since then. With your jittering nerves you quickly played one Crucible match after the other, trying to avoid him while your heartbeat always quickened at the thought of him. If you had to be honest, you would say that you really, really like Cayde.

But you knew he would never feel the same. You were just a quickie. A person, who he had sex with. The more time passed though, the more you felt like you had to do something. I mean, you could try it? If he had no interest, you would always and forever go on missions and never meet his eyes again, ignoring him completely. Yeah, you could do that, you thought to yourself and nodded.

Your little mobile device which was connected with Ghost and just recently came out laid before you. Ghost directed a light towards your desk where some letters were shown, which you could use to type. You just had to fucking click on the letters with your finger on your desk! It was not difficult! But still your hands hovered over the light keyboard.

“Screw it”, you whispered to yourself and began to tipe away. Quickly you formed one sentence, then the other and another one. Before you could stop, you quickly pressed on send. Your heartbeat was echoing loudly in your ears. You felt like you would combust.

“I don’t know if I was just a quickie for you or something more, Cayde. It drives me insane to not know it. I really like you.”

Just some quick sentences, nothing major.

A second passed, then a minute and then some more. With each minute your hope began to dim. Your heartbeat was normal again, but you felt an ache in your chest like you never felt before. You did not react when Ghost silently flew towards you, gently nudging against your check.

“I am such an idiot”, you whispered to Ghost and yourself, some stray tears running down your cheeks.

Then a light knock was heard and before you could react and send them away, the door opened, revealing Cayde, leaning against the doorframe, Sundance hovering beside his head.

“I think we need to talk.”, was everything Cayde said before he entered your room and pushed the door closed with his feet. “So, let’s talk”, he added in a serious tone.

#destiny cayde #destiny cayde-6 #cayde x oc #cayde 6 #rip cayde #destiny cayde x you #destiny scenario #destiny headcanons #destiny 2 #destiny x you #destiny x reader #destiny cayde x reader #destiny cayde scenario

[rebelrogo]

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Welp i made a deal...and a deal has to be done

[ill explan what happened in another post soon]

"Zavala...Ikora..Take care of Ace up there for me..."

#cayde 6 #destiny #destiny 2 #cayde-6 #destiny the game #zavala #destiny ikora #rip cayde

[elliekrote]

I finished the drawing for my friend 😎

Reblogs appreciated !!! :D

#traditional art #rip cayde #destiny art #destiny cayde #destiny 2 #christmas #present #Christmas present for my friend #my favorite part is the chicken #colonel #chicken #fan art

[warlock-main]

i’m well aware it’s been literal years since Cayde died, he wasn’t my Vanguard but he was still one of my favourite characters because he was hilarious, especially his interaction with Petra, i’ve just called this picture Memento, now that i’ve got a tablet i can actually draw properly with, i’m extremely happy with how it turned out either way

#destiny fanart #destiny 2 #cayde-6 #rip cayde #ace of spades

[eliksnienjoyer]

I don't know what came over me last night to think of putting these two things together, but I'm glad because I think this looks epic.

I didn't caption the beginning because I couldn't think of a way to make it look good, so only the first beat drop and beyond is captioned.

Also, this is my first edit with content that isn't mine, and I'm proud of how this turned out ::3

#edit #Destiny 2 edit #destiny 2 forsaken #destiny the game #destiny 2 #fan edit #Video edit #videogame edit #cayde 6 #rip cayde #destiny cayde #i apologize for going ham on these tags I'm just really proud of this #destiny

[da3dalus25]

Cayde's Death

Re-watched Cayde's death scene for some reason and ended up writing this! Surprised I haven't written it yet, but yeah, here you go!

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Arjun rushed into a new room within the Prison of Elders, the distressing comm relay they’d heard replaying over and over again within their head. The first thing they saw was Uldren with a collection of malformed Fallen, his back turned. The second thing they saw was Cayde laying back on the ground, the glow of his eyes dwindling. A pit dropped in the depth of their stomach, only to be replaced with bright and hot coiling fury as they turned back to Uldren, teeth grit from beneath their helm.

Uldren turned towards Arjun, an apathetic expression on his face as he held up the Ace of Spades. Arjun’s breath hitched. “He didn’t feel a thing.” He told them, brandishing the hand cannon. He chuckled lowly as the surrounding “Fallen” hissed with delight. Arjun scowled, throat burning with rage as they thrust their Sunshot up to meet him, only for the door to close right in time.

Immediately shoving their handcannon back into its holster, Arjun rushed to be beside Cayde, sliding to their knees and nearly bringing their arms around him to cradle the man. But upon seeing his broken form, they weren’t sure if his exo body could take it. He was mishapen and fragmented, bringing more worry and fury as to the thought of what may have been done while they were away. I should have gotten there sooner! Fuck- I should have been faster! They cried internally. He was shattered, just as his Ghost had been. 

Cayde let out a mechanical trill and a grunt as he shifted, trying to get a better look at the guardian. His voicebox was messed up pretty badly. “How’s… how’s my hair?” He joked, broken chuckles and coughs leaving him. Arjun looked him up and down in dismay, shaking their head in agonizing disbelief. Cayde shook his own head, gaining Arjun’s attention. “Speechless. Typical.” Arjun grit their teeth, ripping off their helmet and looking Cayde in the eyes. Their white glowing orbs were filled with tears. “Screw you.” They told him, the man chuckling and giving the barest smiles in their direction. “There they are. My strong and silent type.” He made a gesture in the air upon saying the nickname, chuckling again, only to break out into hacking and gasping.

Arjun grimaced tragically, bringing out their Ghost as they tried to keep their tears from falling. Come on, Silver. Do something! They begged internally as the Ghost looked over Cayde. “Oh no…” The Ghost’s voice wavered as he hovered over Cayde’s face. “There’s nothing I can…” Silver trailed off sadly, shaking his shell in the way a person would shake their head. Arjun’s heart dropped. “No, there must be something.” They pleaded softly, shifting forward to better hang over Cayde. ”Anything…” Their voice broke. “I’m… sorry.” Silver told them, only for Arjun to hold their head and shake.

Cayde looked up at them, sad. “Listen, kid,” He began, shifting so he could sit up somewhat and look at them. He grunted and his mechanical body whined with the effort. “This…. This ain’t on you.” He told them, head falling back to the floor. Cayde grunted, shaking his head again. “This… is what I get for…for playing nice.” He expressed, voice strained and weakening with every word. Arjun shook their head again, tears welling up as they attempted to blink and wipe them away. He lets out another string of laughter mixed with pained coughs. 

Arjun reached a shaky hand towards Cayde’s, taking it and squeezing it lightly. He squeezed back, shaking his head. “Don’t… don’t go and give me that look, Arjun.” He coughed. “Come on… don’t…” They attempted to smile, only for their lips to quiver and their expression to break. They felt so helpless. They tried to breath life back into the man, with the Light and their warlock induced healing. But it did nothing. The gaping hole in his chest did not fill. Why, exactly, they’d have to figure out later. They were desperate for the man to live so they continued to press the motes into him, only to feel the weight of the oncoming loss grow heavier and heavier. Nonetheless, they heald back their tears- the saline may collect in their eyes, but they wouldn’t allow them to fall. Not yet. Their hand wavered, still holding Cayde’s, but grip weakening.

From the way Cayde’s voicebox wavered and broke when he chuckled, Arjun could tell he was crying. If he had tears to shed, they’d be there. But he was an exo. So he laid there helpless, making a sad little melody that no one but himself and Arjun would ever hear. “You know… I hope you know…” He kept beginning sentences and ending them with harsh breaths. “You tell Zavala and Ikora this, too…” His breathing was quickening, deep and labored, “the Vangaurd…” He took a deep breath and blinked slowly, as if blinking the nonexistent tears from his eyes, “is the best bet… I ever…

Cayde’s body stilled as he looked up at the ceiling, “lost…”

His eyes went blank before flickering out of existence, light gone from his optics. The life he was clinging onto left him as his head tilted to the side, hanging limply. The hand Arjun held had no strength to it. His death punched Arjun in the gut, taking their heart and crushing it. Finally, the tears fell as they sobbed, holding his hand close. “No- no no no no no- please, not yet…” They whispered, anguish and agonizing grief evident in their wavering tone. It suffocated them as they pleaded with the dead exo, “Please, don’t leave me…” They hung their head, droplets of their tears splattering over his chest.

The sound of hurrying boots came from their left. Petra. She slowed to a stop, panting. Upon noticing the two guardian’s states, her breath hitched and she took an abrupt step back. “No…” She breathed in denial. But the way Arjun hunched over Cayde’s broken and lifeless form, sobbing soundlessly with his hand still clutched in theirs, told Petra all she needed to know. 

-

Arjun was there for the funeral. Quiet and lonely for a Vanguard’s funeral, but this was only the first part. Only Ikora and Zavala were there. Only Ikora and Zavala spoke. Ikora was furious. Zavala wanted to keep his peace with the Awoken. Ikora believed that to be cowardice. Zavala pressed a hand to Cayde’s resting place. “I refuse to bury anymore friends.” He told Ikora, rejecting her idea for bringing an army to the Reef. Refusing to tear it to the ground. Arjun grit their teeth. “You won’t have to.”

Finally, Arjun spoke. They had been fuming and seething hotly in the background the entire time, white eyes like suns in the dark. The two remaining Vanguard turned to look at Arjun. “Uldren Sov is mine.” They spoke slowly and methodically, but with such hate it scared the Vanguard. Nonetheless, the two said nothing, watching as Arjun turned and stomped away, ready for a war waged on the Reef by no one by themself.

They would slaughter that Awoken Prince for what he did. And they would enjoy it.

#destiny fanfiction #my oc stuff #destiny 2 #destiny oc #fanfic #destinystory #my oc fic #my oc story #cayde 6 #rip cayde #destiny cayde

[gailiag]

OH and how could I forget this one

#destiny 2 #rip cayde #i made this like a year ago don't @ me

[ive-got-99-problems]

Rip my favorite Hunter...

#destiny cayde #cayde #cayde 6 #cayde6 #rip cayde #destiny 2 #destiny #Cayde edit #fanedit

[echosong971]

Rest in Peace, Commander….

#for anyone who’s not aware #lance reddick passed away this afternoon #and i’m just #idk dude #i’m still processing honestly #but i wanted to draw something in his honor #o7 #rest in peace lance #you will be terribly missed #zavala #commander zavala #destiny zavala #lance reddick #rip #titan #titan vanguard #destiny titan #cayde #cayde 6 #destiny cayde #hunter #hunter vanguard #destiny hunter #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny 2 the game #echosong971 #art #digital art

[corvusalbus93]

The Thin Line

We may not have gotten a Nightmare for the Guardian in the “Season of the Haunted”, but a few years back I feel like it would have been Cayde haunting them, given the cutscenes we see in “Forsaken”. Maybe it’s the RPG-player in me, but wanted to see a bit more...so I wrote it. This takes place during the “Forsaken”-campaign.

...

It was a quiet in Spider’s hideout, with the exception of whispered conversations between some Eliksni and the occasional creaking of metal. The Guardian had found herself a somewhat hidden corner to clean her weapons, a time-consuming task, given what she’d brought with her to the Shore. Outwardly the Exo seemed calm, though that was terribly far from the truth.

Cayde’s death was weighing heavily on her, and every time her thoughts drifted to what had happened in the Prison of Elders her emotions became a storm of anger, guilt and sorrow. She had hoped that dealing with his killers would help her cope, six Barons had already fallen, but deep inside she knew what she did here would not heal that particular wound. But what else could she do?

With a twinkle of white light her Ghost materialized himself at her right shoulder. He looked down to the various weapons before her, and she noticed that for a moment his eye lingered on the sniper rifle she’d used to kill Pirrha, the Rifleman. The Baron, who had destroyed Sundance.

“Are you alright?” he asked carefully, flying down to her hand, as if he wanted to make sure that he had her attention.

“I’m fine, Hermes. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m just concerned, because…” Her Ghost paused briefly. “We’re doing the right thing, aren’t we? We’re here to serve justice.”

The Exo stopped working. For a moment she looked at him, setting back the two flat spikes at the side of her head, like elongated ears. “We have to do this. Not just for Cayde.”

Hermes looked at her curiously.

She sighed. “Look at what happened here; Fallen getting turned into Scorn, prisoners roaming the Reef freely, fighting for dominance. And the Barons? Even if we had no personal reason to hunt them down, they are too dangerous.”

“Do you think they intend to leave the Reef?”

“I’m...not certain, though I wouldn’t rule it out.” Earth, the Traveler; they just seemed to attract every other power in the galaxy, the latter especially. The Exo couldn’t believe that the Scorn would be the one faction that wouldn’t eventually show interest in that big ball.

“Well, I guess that means the city is a little saver for now,” her Ghost noted, trying his best to sound cheerful.

“I hope so.” Frankly, she doubted these undead would be so easily dealt with, but at least the immediate threat would be contained. Perhaps.

Hermes hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice a little. “What about Uldren?”

The mentioning of that name made the Exo clench her fists. She could almost feel flames licking over her finger, just like whenever she unleashed her light-given powers. In the end, no amount of rationalizing could distract her from the fact that she was here for Cayde. The other reasons were but additions, excuses to appease her own conscience, even if she didn’t want to admit that, to herself and to Hermes.

But there truly were reasons to pursue him besides vengeance, weren’t there? “You heard Petra. He's gone mad.  He slaughtered his own people, those who bowed to him. That alone would be reason enough to hunt him. Helping Awoken may not have been our reason for coming here, but I’m not about to let more die, not if I can do anything about it.”

“Then it’s not revenge?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Perhaps there was no point in trying to deceive herself, and Hermes should be the one person she could confide in. Who was closer to her than her own Ghost? “You know how much Cayde meant to me,” the Exo said, her voice little more than a whisper.

“Yes.”

“Then you know that I’m anything but impartial, when it comes to this task. I do this for him, every time I pull the trigger on one of these damn Barons, I do it for him. I do it because I wasn’t there for him, when he needed me, I do it because I was helpless, when I had to watch him die, because it’s the only thing I can do for him.” She looked at her Ghost, certain that if she were still human, there would be tears in her eyes. “Because ever since you found me and gave me this new life, killing has been the one thing I’m good at.”

“That’s...”

Hermes backed off, when the Guardian suddenly leaped to her feet. “How many times did he joke about me taking him with us, getting him out of that tower. How often, when we told him about our adventures, did he suggest joining him one of these days?” Her voice was shaking more and more with each word.  “And finally…finally, we’re actually doing it and I...I let him die. I let my friend die. He asked me to have his back…and I didn’t have it. I wasn’t there.”

“It wasn’t your fault. Ikora said so.”

“She wasn’t there…”

But Hermes cut her short. “Cayde said so. He told you, remember? He told you that it wasn’t on you.” He flew closer, his blue eye illuminating her metallic features, though she looked down, avoiding his gaze.

Once more the Exo’s voice was little more than a whisper. “If I had been faster...”

“You were trying to catch up with him as quickly as you could, and when Sundance died nothing could slow you down. Not even that hulking abomination, whatever it was.” Hermes paused, slowly floating down, allowing his Guardian to cradle him in her hands. “I wish I could be of more help. But there are things I cannot heal.”

“I know.” Slowly, she sunk back to her knees. “Hermes?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t think there is a clean-cut line between justice and vengeance. Not here. Hunting Uldren, the Barons...it’s a bit of both really. And I know revenge isn’t gonna fix anything, it will not bring Cayde back. Honestly, I don’t even believe it will grant me peace. But doing nothing, letting them roam free and unpunished, bringing more death across the system.” She closed her eyes. “I think that would break me. I’m sorry I’m not the noble hero you probably hoped to find.”

Hermes stared at her. “After all you’ve done these past few years? All the adventures we had? You’ve been more than I imagined in all my centuries of searching. I’m proud to be your Ghost.”

The Guardian looked at him, finally mustering a smile. “Thank you.” She sounded earnest.

“And I’m with you. I just don’t want you to...”

“Lose myself?”

“Something like that. You’re right, all we’ve done these past years is fighting, yet it was always to protect humanity, the city and our friends. But you’re still human.” She quirked an eyebrow, at least as much as the metal plates allowed. “You know what I mean. What I’m saying is, you shouldn’t be ashamed to feel this way. I was just worried. I’m sorry I doubted you, I mean our reasons for coming here.”

“No need to apologize. I’m glad you’re looking after me, little light.”

“I thought I told you not to call me that,” he huffed.

“And I asked Cayde repeatedly not to call me ‘Goldie’. Not that I ever thought I could actually dissuade him.”

Both chuckled for a moment.

“For Cayde?”

She nodded. “For Cayde.” And gently tapped his shell. “And Sundance.”

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #cayde 6 #rip cayde #forsaken #the guardian #destiny fic

[kiiyome-art]

Guys I am CRYINGG look at this lore! Eva sewed Cayde's cape, or at least worked on it, AND made Crows.

#Which makes me now think that Andal's cape was so busted up that Cayde had to get it redone almost completely #And didnt trust himself to do it #I always thought that Cayde recreated Andal's outfit from scratch just cause he didnt want to rip his outfit off his dead body- #and was able to put his own spin on it #but this is so sweet!! #I wonder how many other capes Eva has made #destiny 2 #destiny #destiny hunter #cayde 6 #destiny crow #destiny cayde #eva levante #my post

[chaotictragedyarcade]

#destiny 2 #amanda holliday #rip Amanda Holiday #cayde 6 #shitpost

[chopshajen]

Time for some extremely context-specific art!

Eve (the Guardian of @ mizliznt on Twitter) didn’t, uh, deal well with the death of her husband Cayde-6. A Darkness-fueled revenge murder rampage ending in self-imposed exile on Europa isn’t exactly what I would call a healthy way to grieve. Venzua (the Awoken with the mohawk, my Hunter) stepped up as The Guardian after Eve abdicated the role and has done her best to do what the Vanguard, and humanity, has needed of her. Which includes going to the other side of the weird portal in the Traveler and finding Cayde, in the flesh??

That’s actually all just conjecture based on the Final Shape trailer - I actually have no idea how/why/in what capacity that Cayde is back. But Liz broke my heart with her headcanon about it, and when she sent a few lines from Cayde’s POV on his return, I was inspired to draw this. Have I ever done a comic (even just one page) before? Nope. Backgrounds? Also no. Hatching?? Like, twice, and I’ve always wanted to get good at it but never took the time. I guess embarking on random projects is the way to do that LOL

I also have an idea for another D2 comic, though the premise is distinctly stupider LOL. But I’m actually pretty happy with this one so I’ll take it as motivation to try it! :D

#I love Eve very much #she and Venzua became buddies when Cayde introduced Eve to a promising new Hunter and her fireteam (aka my other guardians) #so when she went AWOL Venzua would call her and stuff to keep her updated on the various fronts the Vanguard was battling on #and though Eve wouldn’t respond she always did listen #Venzua absolutely does not go to tell Eve the news of Cayde’s return in person though #she knows Eve would kill her #so she sends Jimmy instead. RIP Jimmy #Destiny 2 #The Final Shape #Venzua #my art

[screaming-for-eternally]

Hugs?

Zavala had been haunted enough for one lifetime. So, unsurprisingly, he wasn’t keen on another apparition appearing before him in his office, thank you very much. “Hey Zavala.” Cayde greeted; head bowed down almost in sorrow. And before Zavala could react, he- -pulled him in for a hug. What? He didn’t know what kind of trick this was supposed to be, but Zavala decided to let the spirit hold the embrace for a few long moments before pushing him off. “Cayde. Is it really you?” “In the metal big blue.” Cayde confirmed. He smiled sadly. “It’s pretty hard to show up to ya’ll, not gonna lie. Why I hardly did it. But…something happened…and, I just wanted to come and say goodbye, just in case.” Goodbye? “Cayde…Is  something happening to you?” “No no no no.” Cayde shook his head. “I’m fine…it’s just…I’m not sure what’s gonna happen to you Zavala. He’s uhh…they might end up recasting the role in the best case scenario, but even then, I was just played by some generic Hollywood big shot. Easily replaceable if they wanted to. You? You're one of a kind Zavala. Tough act to follow. No matter what happens, it won't ever be the same.” Okay, even for Cayde this was making no sense. But he could tell well enough Cayde was sorrowful and dejected. Dead or not, he was still his friend. Zavala reached out to him. “Cayde. It’s alright. Whatever’s happening, it’s going to be alright. We’ll get through this. Trust me.” Cayde nodded. And then his form started to flicker. “My que to leave. Don’t worry. I’ll still be here, even if you aren’t able to see me, I’ll be there to watch over ya.” He then pulled Zavala in for another embrace. “Thanks for being there for everyone Zavala…you’ll always be my commander. But more than that, you’ll always be my brother. A stick-in-the-mud, stoic, stubborn, but caring and selfless brother. And one of the days, I hope to see you again.” Zavala felt Cayde’s embrace…and then he didn’t. He was gone. He heard Cayde’s fading voice. “Per Audcia Ad Astra, Big Blue.”

#destiny #destiny 2 #zavala #cayde 6 #rip lance reddick #rip commander #fanfic #one shot