#andal seeing a new hunter:

[poorlytunedukulele]

Prompt 8 - Trespasser

October 08, 2841; near Old Cairo, Egypt, Earth

How funny it was that such important events could happen on such ordinary days.

Andal and Cayde were after Filchis, a Kings Captain.  There was a decent bounty on her head.  Normally, low-raking Captains were below the Vanguard's notice- but this one had managed to actually kill a few Guardians.  Her head was already on a pike, as far as the brass was concerned.

Andal and Cayde headed to the lair where Filchis was supposedly working- cautious, because Filchis had killed two Guardians, but not too cautious, because... well, Filchis was a Captain and Cayde and Andal were Cayde and Andal.

They arrived at the hideout to find it in disarray.  Doors wide open, broken Shanks scattered all around.

"Turf war?" Cayde guessed hopefully.  Perhaps a rival Fallen had already killed Filchis and this would be an easy bounty to collect.

But there were no Fallen in the hideout, neither Filchis's crew nor her rivals'.  There were plenty of dead bodies, but as Sundance glumly reported, Filchis wasn't among them.

Exactly why wasn't evident until they stumbled upon him.

It was a control room of sorts.  More of a control alcove.  A control breakfast nook.  There were no doors that could be closed (a poor planning decision in Andal's opinion- just anyone could walk up and start messing with things).  A few terminals had been haphazardly shoved into the corners.  At one of them, with their back turned to the hallway, was an upright figure in a House of Kings cloak.  Andal almost drew his weapon before the person let out a frustrated sigh and tapped at one of the screens with a five-fingered hand.  They were human- and apparently the cause of the abundance of Fallen corpses around.

Andal kept himself from drawing, but he must have made a noise of surprise.  The person turned.  The brief glimpse of an Exo face (black, with red highlights and cerulean eyes) was all Andal needed to confirm that they weren't a threat.  Too late he saw the gun in the stranger's hand.  The Exo automatically aimed and let out a spread. 

Andal dodged.  Two of the bullets missed him, but one ricocheted off of his chestplate and a sting told him the other had penetrated the weaker armor between his shoulder and his neck.  There was a beat of silence as all of the Guardians froze- the stranger's gun rigid and still, no longer tracking Andal's motion- Cayde taken by surprise, Andal with his hand at his hip.

The echo of the gunshot reverberated.  There was a heartbeat of stillness as everyone sized each other up, waiting to see what the others would do-

Then Cayde straightened, crossing his arms.  "Four-burst?" he said skeptically.  "Really?  Excessive."

"Got you, didn't it?" the trespasser replied in a raspy baritone.  The spell was broken- Andal let his hand drift away from his cannon and the trespasser holstered his gun in turn.

It finally seemed to occur to the stranger that shooting someone was something you should apologize for.  "Sorry," he said, businesslike.  He still turned back to the terminal he was working on.

"We're looking for a Captain by the name of Filchis," Cayde said, taking the lead.  "Haven't seen her around, have ya?"

"Filchis?" the other Exo replied, optics flicking from the terminal to Cayde's face, then back.  "She's not here.  I waited 'till she was gone before I broke in.  I'm not after her."

"Bigger fish to fry?" Andal guessed.

The Exo's expression darkened.  "Vokril," he muttered.

"King Baron," Sundance said in recognition.  "Got a hefty bounty on his head."

The trespasser didn't immediately reply, still lost in his data.

"You're not after the bounty," Andal reasoned. 

"It's... personal," was all the other Hunter said.

Andal took a critical look at the Fallen corpses on the floor and came to a conclusion.  "Well, you know, I certainly wouldn't object to some more help on this hunt.  Especially not from someone as skilled in... infiltration as you."  Infiltration seemed a good word to describe the havoc the Exo has wrought here.  "And hey, we'd be willing to split the bounty.  If you're willing to split the one on Vokril for our help with him."

Cayde interjected.  "Not like you were gonna pick it up anyway, right?"

The trespasser just frowned at them for a moment before an orange Ghost appeared and bonked him on the head in chastisement.  "You help them kill one Captain, then they help you kill Vokril and you'll get paid for it," the Ghost said.  

"Alright," the trespasser said, sounding resigned.  "You're the boss."

"Good man," Andal said, stepping forward to shake the stranger's hand.  "I'm Andal Brask.  This is my packmate, Cayde-6."

The Exo nodded at Andal's words and took his hand.  "Shiro-4."

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#destcember #destcember2022 #destiny #destiny the game #destiny 2 #destiny fanfiction #andal brask #cayde-6 #shiro-4 #andal seeing a new hunter: #is it for me? #picking up kinderguardians like stray kittens

[deadmenandthedivine]

DEAD MEN § the DIVINE

prologue: rumors from runestone

Maetilda Targaryen, First of her Name, was supposed to become many things. What she became was entirely different.

table of contents

trigger warning!!! this fic contains many graphic topics and depictions. such as but not limited to: dead parents, abusive parents, toxic family systems, incest, medieval misogyny, forced marriage, threats of assault (sexual § physical), actual assault, imprisonment, kidnapping, murder, blood/gore, uxoricide, familicide, PTSD and other neurodivergence. i will do my best to update as i go along, but please let me know if i have missed anything!

word count: 1964

She would never remember her days at Runestone. That was the unforgiving truth. Born of tumultuous means, the Princess was raised by her Lady Mother in her earliest year. After all, her mother and father were not on speaking terms. In fact, their relationship was even less than that. Most would proclaim without the slightest hesitation that the two hated each other. The princess had been the only evidence that their marriage was even consummated; albeit, she was conceived some years after the wedding night. No one ever knew what brought the two together that night, and they would never divulge. The cruder lords of Westeros would often drunkenly theorize that it was after a heated argument where the two lost themselves. Perhaps one said something a little too personal before feverishly ravishing each other. There had been a war in the Step Stones around the same time in which Daemon displayed his strategic and masterful leadership in war, undeniable physical prowess in battle, and a sadistic impulsive side throughout. Some maids wondered if the Lady of the Keep did not fancy a taste of it. Especially after some of the stories of him. Whatever the case, the relationship between the new parents was complicated. Seeing as the Rogue Prince referred to the mother of his child solely as his "bronze bitch," this sentiment was founded in unforgiving truth.

Fortified by the Mountains of the Moon, the people of the Vale tended to be steeped in honor and morals and had the same rough exterior as the expanse of their land. In times of turmoil and war, such terrain served as natural defense. In times of peace, it blocked harsh winds and the worst of storms. Carrying blood of both the Andals and the First Men, the people who lived there were natural hunters and warriors. Common folk and nobility alike. The deeper amongst the mountains, the people found were tougher and nastier. Wielding vast weapons and beholding to far less morals. It was known all throughout the Realm. Mountain clans were feared. Runestone was nestled on the northern shore of its peninsula. The shores were cliffs. The terrain anything but flat. This meant the people were bulky and solid. Tough and mean to boot, but incredibly pompous and noble about it. Like a mission sent down from the Gods, Lady Rhea Royce and her people were determined to instill the princess with as much of the Vale as they could. In her girlhood, she would learn to hunt with bow and arrow, perhaps even wield a knife. She would ride a horse as soon as she started walking, sitting in the styles of both a lady and a hunter. She would be as tough as stone and as smooth as marble. A princess like the realm had never witnessed before, raised away from the treachery and gossip of King’s Landing. One who was raised not as a Targaryen, but as one of Andal and First Men blood. A member of the royal family that would actually reflect those who belonged to the Seven Kingdoms rather than the lost ghosts of Valyria’s wasteland. Even if the princess’ title was only granted as a way to assure the girl’s status in the loud absence of her father. A gift that was given by the King after Lady Rhea wrote to him about his brother’s exhaustive and dishonorable wonderings, declaring she would never bare the Prince another child unless something was done. The girl was a princess and that was what mattered. Those at Runestone would openly fantasize about the day that she would make her mark as a fierce representation of the Vale’s strength, diligence, and morality. Unfortunately, that future was ripped away from her before it could even fully start.

Lady Rhea squatted near the ground in front of the fireplace in her chambers. Both the fire and scattered wall torches illuminated the room as the moonlight barely casted through the tall windows. It gave the room a warm atmosphere that perfectly cradled the moment unfolding before the lady’s eyes. A small distance away, her daughter's milkmaid stabilized the small princess on her two pudgy feet before encouraging the girl to move forward. With a grin on her face, the Lady of Runestone did her very best to look both exciting and welcoming as her daughter slowly focused on her. The two women worked together wordlessly to keep the little girl from hurting herself without overcrowding her as she took one unassisted step forward.

"Well done! Come to your mama, stinky girl! You are doing so well!" The little girl squealed at the sound of her mother's voice.

"Left foot, right foot. You got it, princess!" the milkmaid cooed.

The baby princess giggled at the sweetness tickling her ears. Her eyes were dead set on her mother, her favorite person in the world. If only she could just get closer. Using all the strength she could muster in her little ankles, she balanced upright and took another step. The women around her cheered at the accomplishment. With a giggle, the princess looked up at them with utter adoration. Wanting nothing more than to hear the women’s praise again. To her delight, the same response came as she took an uneasy step with her other foot. The princess giggled harder before taking her fourth step. The praise only grew with excitement. Before she knew it, she was in her mother's arms and the room was completely filled with squeals of joy and awe. The heir of Runestone had taken her first steps. It was an evening worth celebrating on the morrow. The princess was to have her first nameday in less than a fortnight and the Lady of Runestone was in a celebratory mood. Nothing could bring her down. She could see her future with her daughter laying just ahead of her. She saw a spunky girl with violet-blue eyes and a Vale accent who gave all the men around her hell. She saw a princess who was not afraid to roll up her sleeves and do a man’s job for herself. She saw a strong and capable lady with power and inheritance in her own right. A woman who garnered respect from even the nastiest of lords, just by the square of her shoulders. What the lady of the keep did not know was that sweet evening was going to be the last one she spent with her precious girl.

As the history books told it, Lady Rhea Royce met her end in a hawking accident. Though she had been riding horse and hunting various game for as far back as she could remember, the sole heir of Runestone fell from her horse and suffered an injury to the head. She had gone out alone that next day, leaving her sworn knight Ser Eddrin Tollett to guard her daughter’s nursery instead. Her wetnurses knew something was wrong the moment Lady Rhea did not come home in time to put her daughter down for her afternoon nap. Especially after the milestone of the evening prior. It was utterly unlike her — she was always there to put the princess down. The castle's worst suspicions were confirmed when the lady's body was found, miraculously still breathing. Maester Garrel and all the servants went into overdrive. Busy hands went to work patching the wound and mixing salves, ointments, and pain management potions. Not to mention, keeping the castle in order and seeing to the Princess. It was tiresome work that required care and diligence. Both of which Maester Garrel exuded. For seven days, the Lady of Runestone laid in her bed drifting in and out of feverish sleep. Occasionally, she would utter her daughter's name, squirming in her bed in the girl’s absence. The maester would tend to her wounds every three hours. At least two bodies were constantly standing watch inside and outside her room. On the seventh day, Lady Rhea rose out of bed in suspiciously high spirits. As if nothing had happened. She tended to all of her normal duties with a sweet smile on her face. Caring for her precious daughter in place of the wet nurses like she normally would. However, she did not seem shocked when the maester had notified her of their keep’s new guest. She grumbled and cursed as she usually would when the subject of her husband and father of her child was brought up. But it was as she quickly strode to the solar in which the man had been waiting for her, that Lady Rhea Royce dropped dead. Mid-stride.

It was perhaps a coincidence that Prince Daemon Targaryen himself arrived at Runestone merely a day after the accident. Expecting to arrive, participate in the nameday festivities, and leave, the Rogue Prince was not at all expecting to take on the responsibility of his firstborn and her new inheritance. These were the remarks that he repeatedly stressed to the maester at any opportunity he could. He swore up and down to anyone that would listen. He was deeply distraught over the passing of his wife. But alas, without Lady Rhea present, Prince Daemon would be in charge of both Runestone and the Royce estate until Princess Maetilda took a man to husband. A husband that the Prince would get to choose now that he had sole oversight of his daughter. The perfect scenario for the Rogue Prince. It was the most suspicious of coincidences.

The Princess’ nameday festivities were canceled upon the death of her mother. Her father saw no need to hold such frivalant festivities in the wake of his Lady wife’s death. Especially ones the Princess would not remember. Who was to argue with the blade of Dark Sister and the flame of Caraxes as the Rogue Prince strapped the baby girl to the dragon's saddle? The wielder of the infamous Valyrian steel sword had even paused to see if someone would. To see just how brave and honorable those at Runestone were willing to be. Unfortunately, anyone to argue with never came; the Prince never returned, never allowing the Princess to return either. Both letters attached to the feet of ravens and petitioning in front of the King himself proved futile as no official argument was ever entertained. The poor halls of Runestone were left to grieve the loss of both of their ladies. The Princess would never have the future her Lady Mother had dreamed for her. There would be no people’s princess.

The echoes from the mother and daughter's last giggles could still be heard ringing off the walls when lords and ladies across Westeros dropped all of their former grievances to attend the royal wedding of the Realm's Delight. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen's wedding to Lord Laenor Velaryon was memorable for a variety of reasons. Aside from the average rumors of who wore what and who did what and who did who, there were three whispers that traveled louder than the rest. First, Ser Joffrey Lonmouth lost his life to his mouth the night of the opening feast. Rumor had it that the knight uttered a sentiment so blasphemous and treasonous that the Kingsguard executed him there on the spot. Second, Princess Maetilda proved to be a delight to all who interacted with her at the ripe age of one. She had a charm that her father certainly did not, winning a smile from even her father's biggest conspirators. Third, King Viserys was more ill than he was letting on. With time, the whispers only grew until they became a constant mind-numbing hum. The mind-numbing hums grew into spoken words, and those spoken words grew into full-volume threats. Threats to all who stood in between the Hightowers and the Big Iron Chair.

A/N: this is my very first time posting my writing to tumblr. i don’t know how to do master lists and stuff like that yet, but this entire blog will be dedicated to just this fic. this also means i’m a beginner with the different formatting and everything, so please bear with me!

chapter one (much longer) will be coming shortly 👀

xoxo messy

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[unlucky-corvid]

Both the text, backstory and image are all works in progress but I thought id post my guardian OC after seeing a few others do this.

➣ Name: Phantom

➣ Aliases/Nicknames: Spooky, spooks, ghosty

➣ Race: Human

➣ Place Of Rezz Up: Cosmodrome

➣ Rezz Up Day: the 7th of November

➣ Height: 5 foot 4

➣ Weight: 75kg

➣ Eye Color: Green

➣ Hair Color: Red

➣ Appearance: still working on this, not settled on a final look.

➣ Extra Appearance ( Tattoos , Piercings , Markings , ETC ):  Phantom has quite a few piercings, multiple lobe piercings,  a helix and an orbital piercing on both ears. She also has her tongue and nipples pierced.

➣ Gender/Pronouns: she/her

➣ Orientation: Bisexual

➣ Personality: Phantom's most prominent personality trait is her loyalty and care for those she holds close. She's selfless to a fault, always putting others before herself which can sometimes lead to situations where she ends up getting hurt or used. She’s mischievous, and playful but still falls on the quiet, introverted side around new people who she hasn’t grown to trust yet. With people she cares about shes sweet, motherly and will force self care onto them. Phantom uses her humour to mask a lot of what she feels especially when the weight of things bares down on her, her depression and anxiety surfacing behind the façade she uses. She has a relatively level head however when someone or something she cares about is threatened she’s got a quick temper and an even quicker trigger finger which can sometimes land her in hot water.

➣ Class: Hunter

➣ Subclasses: Void

➣ Relationships: before he passed cayde and Phantom were in a relationship and had been for a long time, his passing affected her greatly and she never truly got over his loss. Friends with; Osiris, Zavala, Ikora, crow and Refectio-8

➣ Likes: snow, ballet, sweet deserts, cooking, knives, bows, camping, skimmers, stars, music of all genres but particularly rock and metal, animals of all shapes and sizes.

➣ Dislikes: how weather, bright lights, bitter food and drink (coffee not included), sand

➣ Positive Traits: carig, motherly, friendly, loyal, adventurous and playful

➣ Negative Traits: self-sacrificing, a little naïve and always wants to see the best in people, self-deprecating.

➣ Backstory: Phantom was resurrected by her Ghost, Midnight, in the Cosmodrome and found by Andal Brask, who took her to the Tower. Over time, she formed close friendships with Andal, Saint-14, Ikora, Osiris, and Zavala, but it was Cayde-6 with who she shared a very strong bond. Both devastated by Andal Brask's death, Phantom helped Cayde-6 through his grief, supporting him as he assumed the mantle of Hunter Vanguard. Through her friendship with cayde, she met an exo named Refectio-8, a woman who specialises in fixing up exos and specialises in their care.

Their relationship deepened, built on mutual trust, adoration, love and understanding of each other's capabilities. However, tragedy struck when Cayde-6 was killed by Uldren Sov. Phantom sought revenge, swiftly dispatching Uldren alongside Petra venge.

When Crow was resurrected by Glint and his identity revealed, phantom didn’t give him a second before putting a bullet in his head and having to be held back by Zavala as she made a lunge towards Glint, intending to crush the ghost. Despite initial hostility towards Crow, Phantom eventually realised he was not the same as Uldren and began to forge a friendship with him, albeit with a tumultuous start.

#destiny 2 #Guardian #OC

[luthien-under-bough]

🔥Hot Daemyra Summer Prompt Fics 🔥

Prompt fics written for @/anamazingangie's HotD Summer Snippets & Stories event. [ao3 collection here]

Week One: 

Tension / My Prompt Fic

Daemon gives Rhaenyra a massage.

Reflection / My Prompt Fic

Daemon helps Rhaenyra to see what he sees in her reflection.

Storm / My Prompt Fic

His Grace, Viserys I Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm had never regretted anything more immediately and more thoroughly than he did storming into his daughter’s room unannounced. -or- Five times Rhaenyra and Daemon welcomed an unexpected guest into bed, and one time they didn't.

Sparkle / My Prompt Fic

Pop star Rhaenyra Targaryen is interviewed by Southron Court magazine on the eve of her new album release.

Cloud  / My Prompt Fic

They lay in a meadow beneath the slopes of the Dragonmont, braiding crowns of wildflowers. One day, Daemon placed one on her brow and named her Princess of Dragonstone. Rhaenyra giggled madly as he knelt before her, bowing his head and proclaiming that he would ever serve as her sworn shield, her protector. Then he called her his princess — his wild princess — and the bubbling laughter in her chest gave way to a blistering sort of pride. A feeling she did not yet have the words for, but would later understand to be her pleasure in being possessed by him, in being claimed. -- In which Rhaenyra spends her summers on Dragonstone.

Week Two:

Shield / My Prompt Fic

Rhaenyra is struggling with breastfeeding newborn Visenya. It's a good thing she has a husband who is willing to do anything to help ease the stress.

Stitch & Blood / My Prompt Fic

Amidst the salt and smoke of Dragonstone, they cut their palms, sliced their lips, and spoke their vows in the only tongue that could feel like an oath to creatures of Valyrian blood. When they shared a kiss, Daemon sucked drops of blood from Rhaenyra’s lip, and his whole body shivered with pleasure.

He needed more.

Burn / My Prompt Fic

When Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen takes her throne, she demands a special oath of fealty from Daemon.

Haunt / My Prompt Fic

Rhae Targaryen and her friends consider themselves amateur ghost-hunters, visiting all the locales in Westeros rumored to be haunted. To date, they haven't had much luck meeting any ghosts or ghouls or otherwise supernatural entities. Rhae herself has always been something of a skeptic, but when the gang's latest adventure brings them to Dragonstone, she encounters a figure from her family's past who changes everything she thought she knew.

Week Three:

Rough / My Prompt Fic

Rhaenyra didn't mean for her uncle to overhear her confession during a game of Truth or Dare, but she can't say she's disappointed in how it turned out.

Silk / My Prompt Fic

Now normally, Daemon wouldn’t answer the phone right in the middle of fucking, but it’s Rhaenyra’s name that pops up on the screen, and that’s enough to still his hips in an instant. It’s two a.m. It’s Saturday night—well, Sunday morning, actually. No matter, there’s only two reasons anyone calls at this ungodly hour: either she’s in trouble, in which case he’s duty-bound as her favorite and only uncle to respond—or it’s a booty call. And Daemon will happily kick out whichever flavor-of-the-week warms his bed if his sweet little niece is finally bold enough to openly proposition him.

Wing / My Prompt Fic

Daemon is happy to host Rhaenyra while Viserys is out of town, but he is woefully unprepared for his favorite niece to get her first period while under his care.

Gift / My Prompt Fic

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, is afflicted with a strange and seemingly incurable malady that has her speaking in tongues, and thrashing so madly she must be chained to her bed. The maesters and septons alike are at a loss to treat her, so the king must turn to his last hope option: his estranged brother, living in exile in Volantis—Valyrian priest, Daemon Targaryen.

Ink / My Prompt Fic

Well-to-do, the beneficiary of a deep well of family money, in possession of an ample amount of charm, Daemon Targaryen never had to work very hard for anything. His elder brother was the steward of the family, the one responsible for shepherding them to continued prestige. Daemon was just along for the ride, entrusted with precious little, save for the expectation of upholding the family’s image. But when tragedy struck, Daemon inherited the family estate, the family business, and the full weight and burden of their ancestry. Seemingly overnight, Daemon’s entire life was thrown into tumult. And perhaps most bewildering of all was that Daemon inherited a child.

Week Four:

Signature / My Prompt Fic

Daemon gets drunk on a boys' night out - and decides to demonstrate his love for Rhaenyra in a rather permanent way.

Investment & Swallow / My Prompt Fic

Rhaenyra begged her parents for lessons. That’s too expensive, darling, they told her gently. And she could see they truly were sorry. Being two school teachers who married for love did not leave them with a great deal of disposable income. So Rhaenyra did what any enterprising young lady would do—she went to her rich uncle. --- In which Daemon funds Rhaenyra's education, and expects certain things in return.

Squeeze / My Prompt Fic

“You’re spoiled, Princess,” Daemon said as he moved to her other ankle. “Grown so accustomed to getting whatever you want. Free to flit about the castle as you please.” He gave the rope a hard tug, testing the bindings until he was satisfied she could not slip free. “Let’s see how you fare when you cannot move at all.” --- Another small council meeting, another punishment for Rhaenyra.

Peak / My Prompt Fic

When Rhaenyra was a little girl, her uncle Daemon was the best at taking care of her when she was sick. He read her stories, hoping to distract her from her symptoms while her cough medicine took effect. He made her soup and brought her tea and ginger ale and let her sleep in his big bed, while he slept on the couch. He tucked her in, and promised she would feel better in the morning. And she always did. --- In which Rhaenyra comes down with the flu, and uncle Daemon comes to take care of her.

*dividers by @ saradika

#daemyra #hotd #hotd fanfic #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #prompt fics #my fics #HotDaemyraSummer

[demiclar]

Trespasser

Trespasser - Ao3

Shiro-4 meets his Nightmares aboard the Leviathan.

(I am once again asking Bungie for more Shiro-4 content. Please.)

The Leviathan makes his skin crawl. He’s not even out of his ship before it makes him feel as though there are spiders walking across his skin, synthetic and silicone as it is. Being here isn’t even his job. The Vanguard has already moved on from the Leviathan. Guardians still return to it from time to time, but it's mostly empty when Shiro lands on the front steps.

Not empty enough, he can’t help but think.

A figure waits for him on the steps, wreathed in deep red, a familiar Exo. He crosses his arms over his chest, giving Shiro a nod.

“Been waiting for you to show up.”

“Yeah?” Shiro mounts the steps, feigning disinterest. If the nightmare really is just some manifestation of his thoughts and fears, it must already know it’s exactly who Shiro is here to see. “Why’s that?”

Cayde doesn’t follow when Shiro passes him. He stands still on the steps until Shiro pauses and looks back. Everything in him tells him to run, not to look back and to leave the Leviathan now and never think of it again, but he doesn’t. He stops, turning back to face his old friend.

“He was here.”

Cayde’s face has shifted into glaring anger. The Darkness seems to swell around him, acid and burning, like the Witness is trying to mimic the power of Shiro’s friend.

“Why did you let him–”

“I didn’t–” It’s a shock how fast the Nightmare gets to him, how quickly Shiro’s walking back towards him. He forces himself to pause, to take a deep breath. “He’s not Uldren, and I didn’t let him come here. He doesn’t answer to me.”

“Why not?”

A new voice sounds behind him, and Shiro jerks in surprise, turning stumbling a step back before he can be boxed in. Andal Brask glares at him, a sniper rifle on his back, his cloak, the one that later became Cayde’s, hanging from his shoulders, the hood drawn over his head.

“Cayde and I aren’t there anymore. What happened to the Vanguard Dare? Why aren’t you organizing the Hunters?” Andal presses. He descends the steps towards Shiro, his brows pinched.

“That’s not–” He nearly stumbles on the steps, hurrying to back up as Andal advances faster than expected. He can feel the mass of writhing Darkness flowing from him, overwhelming Shiro in its potency. “That wasn’t Cayde’s Dare. The Vanguard position isn’t mine to take, he didn’t want that for me.”

“Guess what, pal, you don’t get that luxury.”

Another voice behind him, another Hunter at his back. Tevis Larsen stalks towards him.

“You think because you’re the last of us, you get to stop trying? You get to leave the Hunters to fend for themselves?” Tevis continues. His anger is the sharpest of all of them, edged with icy cold. “That’s not how this works, Shiro. You don’t get to abandon them.”

“You gave up on the Traveler.” Shiro snarls at Tevis, his own arc Light crackling in response to the Void he can almost feel from his friend.

“I didn’t give up on humanity.”

“Right, you went to the Black Garden and let the Vex destroy you.” Shiro can’t help his anger. These are his friends, he doesn’t want to fight with them and yet it’s all he can do. Their Darkness wraps around his heart, turning it black with vitriol.

“And what did you do?” Tevis challenges. “Run off to the Iron Temple so you could live with Saladin?”

Cayde’s face appears beside Tevis, a sneer on his lips. “And he left you, too. Didn’t he?”

The words threaten to cleave a hole into Shiro’s already aching chest. If he wasn’t already alight with anger, he’d have gone silent, but instead he roars in response.

“He didn’t–”

“Why didn’t you take the gig?” Andal’s voice silences him, silences all three of them. He always had that weight.

He’s standing high on the steps, looming over the three of them, cold and somber as he watches. For a moment, the hazy red seems to fade out of him, flesh and hard leather taking shape beneath. For a moment, he seems real, and grief floods Shiro’s circuits. For a moment he can only stare.

“I didn’t want to be locked up. Not after what happened to all of you.”

“Is it really so different from the life you live now?” Andal asks. “You don’t live in a tower, you live in a temple, but you’re still trapped. How often do you leave? You run scouting missions for nothing. There’s nothing of value there, you’re not protecting anyone. Shaw Han is there for the new Lights, what do you do?”

“Are you really going to let him lead the Hunters?” Cayde’s voice brushes icy talons over Shiro’s body. He knows exactly who Cayde means.

“He’s not Uldren.” He grits out.

“He has Uldren’s memories.” Tevis points out. “He knows exactly what he did, why he did it, how he did it. Is he really someone new?”

“I don’t get to make that choice.”

“You would if you were Hunter Vanguard.” Cayde says, and Shiro whirls on him, reaching out to shove him, only for his hands to slip straight through the Nightmare.

“You didn’t want that for me!” He snaps, advancing on his last friend. “You made your Dare so that I wouldn’t have to. You never gave me reason to kill you. I never wanted you to die.”

“But I’m dead.” Cayde tells him, that cruel sneer back on his lips. “Right?”

Shiro feels his face fall. He can’t help the sadness that overwhelms him, the desire to plead with these Nightmares, with the Witness to relent. His friends might be dead but this is worse than death. This is excruciating pain, souring their memories into something only Shiro could ever recognize because his mind is the one that made them. He knows what they are, he knows they're not real, that his friends would never speak like this, but they string their lies around him until he's caught in the Witness' web. He lets them wrap him in their spider's silk, and doesn't fight it.

“You’re hiding behind excuses.” Andal tells him. He’s closer now, just a step or two above the three of them. “It doesn’t matter what Cayde wanted for you. When I lost the Dare, I took the position. I didn’t want it, no one wants it, but it’s a job that needed to be done. You let the Hunters fall to ruin for your own selfish reasons. You’re a coward.”

The fight drains out of him, the cold of Andal’s words flooding his body.

“I can’t lead them.” Shiro whispers. He never could.

“You’re a coward.” Andal tells him again. “You are worthless, alone, and unwanted.” Shiro meets eyes of burning red as his friend closes in on him. “And it’s all you’ll ever be.”

#destiny game #destiny 2 #destiny fanfiction #destcember2022 #destcember #destiny shiro-4 #Destiny Cayde-6 #Destiny Season of the Haunted #demiwrites

[gaygxnslinger]

tips to make my muse fall in love // accepting!

Anon asked: ♥ also one for everyone here too, again if ur cool with that 👉👉💙 

puttin this under readmore for length

Crow

“Well,” the Hunter smiles, though the slight tinge of a flush on his cheeks alongside how he raises his hand to scratch at the back of his neck betrays the slight awkwardness he feels, “I’ve...not really put much thought into it.”

That’s a lie. Despite how little experience he has, Crow’s speculated a whole lot on what a good partner for him would have to be, now that he feels he can be assertive about that sort of thing. “But if I had to say something, I guess I’d want them to be fun and outgoing. Avoiding all the other obvious stuff I could say.” Such as, someone who isn’t actively looking to kill him.

Crow finds himself drawn to the more extroverted personalities, perhaps because he wishes he could be the same. Glint always encourages him forward but it’s still hard, having to worry about what every new Guardian is going to think, regardless of his newfound protection under the Vanguard, as well as amongst his friends. Tch. Wonder what the first few Guardians he met would do now, up against people like Zavala and Khalom.

But he’s getting sidetracked. “I just think it’s fun, to be able to banter with someone.” Is that too basic of a thing to suggest? ...Who cares, he tells himself.

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Saint

Saint glances up, and in a rare moment where his helmet is off, his light visibly brighten at the question. “Could I not just list everything about my Phoenix?” Saint jokes, “Though I guess if you were here to listen to me talk about Osiris, you would have asked about him.”

Not that it would stop the Exo from talking about him anyway.

“If you could not already tell, I love a man who speaks his own mind. Someone who is not afraid to make their thoughts known. Someone who is not intimidated by stature. Many back down as soon as they see me, but those who stand proud in defiance, I respect them.” The Titan hums in thought, before adding with as best a smile as he can manage, “You must appreciate my birds as well. And how much I talk about them.”

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Cayde & Andal

“Yeah Andal, do tell~”

The Exo earns himself a small shove, but Cayde quickly settles leaning against Andal again. The Nightstalker rolls his eyes, but does indeed speak, “They’ve gotta be good lookin’ to start off. Handsome, charming, all that.”

Cayde nods solemnly in agreement, but doesn’t add anything. At least not yet.

“And...it’s always nice to have someone who sees me for who I am. No Vanguard, no pack leader, just me. You’d be surprised at all the Hunters who wanna be friends with me just ‘cause they think it’d get ‘em to higher places.”

Now, the Gunslinger finally chimes in, “Yeah! ‘S real important for your partner to not just want you for your position. In all seriousness though...I think I’d need someone who’s patient with me. I know I can be...” Now how does he word this? Terrible with confrontation? Awful at communication? Abhorrent at being upfront? “...difficult. At times. Just gotta take the bad with the good.”

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Clovis Bray

Clovis actually laughs, vocal lights flickering in what could be considered a smile, “Pfah! Do you really think there is any advice to be given? Why would you even bother wasting your breath and energy to come here and ask?”

The frame sighs.

“Respect would be appreciated from anyone seeking my affections.”

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Lord Shaxx

The towering Titan’s response comes immediately, “The greatest thing in a partner, to me, is strength. The strength to keep going, even in hard times, and to endure, knowing that things will get better, especially if you’re able to do your best to make things better. Being able to lift others up in their time of need is even more admirable, but I know that can be difficult.”

“But,” the helmet betrays nothing, “I can’t say I don’t also admire someone who can fight a good fight physically.”

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Shiro

“I’m uh--” his voicebox hitches ever so slightly, “...Still a little caught up, with Tevis ‘n’ Lush being gone. So it’s a little hard to think about, I s’pose.”

It’s been a while, yeah, but thinking about things still hits just as hard. But one day he’ll have to move on, regardless of whether he finds someone new or not, so maybe thinking it over isn’t so much of a bad thing.

Shiro’s optics blink off for a decent few seconds, but his voice takes on a slightly lighter tone once they reopen and he starts to speak again. “Seems I get along best with both people similar to me, and the complete opposite, so I don’t think personalities are much of an issue. If I had to pick one thing...”

There’s a bitter chuckle, matching the cool air of the mountain peak. “I’d love for my next partner to stay alive for a decent few years.”

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Banshee

Banshee looks up from the gun he’s working on, placing a mag to the side and staring for a few moments as he processes the question. “Hm. Guess the big one is tolerating my memory gaps. Sure as hell won’t remember birthdays. Or anniversaries. Heh.”

Idly, his fingers tap the worktop. Has he pondered this before? Probably. He’s no stranger to rehashing forgotten territory, though.

“Gotta be interested in guns. Don’t think there’s much point in me hookin’ up with someone who doesn’t know a damn thing ‘bout ‘em. ‘Less they’re real compellin’ in some other way.”

“...Now where’d I put that...”

#explosive payload // answered #mulligan // crow #firing line // saint-14 #firefly // cayde-6 #destabilising rounds // andal brask #reconstruction // clovis bray #explosive light // lord shaxx #voltshot // shiro-4 #tireless blade // banshee-44 #that's a lotta tags LMAO #first time writing banshee babey #i lov him i wanna write him more #i want him to meet clovis #(again)

[lxghtbound]

send ‘haunted’ for your muse to see my muse’s nightmares // accepting

@mantleoflight asked: 'Haunted' — ( Time for Echo to see the pack's nightmares!  Pick whoever's nightmare you're feeling most. >B3c )

Scout had been determined to get this shit over and done with. Others had done it, so could he, right? Couldn’t be that hard. ...Could it?

Every word the nightmare spoke had hit hard and reopened old wounds, but Scout did his very best to ignore it. The real deal wouldn’t say anything like that, surely, not after all they’d been through. Yet still, the Exo found himself falling for it. Scout tugged as his cloak, pulling his hood up further as if it might block out what was being spoken.

“Really? Ignoring me? Just like you did before?”

He clutched the end of his cloak for comfort -- don’t say anything.

“I expected better of you. You could’ve saved me, and him, but you didn’t do anything. You didn’t even take up the mantle of Vanguard--”

A flurry of Solar knives was suddenly sent in the direction of the nightmare, but the only response is a disappointed look from formerly perfect hazel eyes, now shrouded by that deep, dark red. Andal Brask, one of the few people who really had mastered the look of disappointment that could put anyone in check -- perhaps simply because no one wanted to see that sunshine smile fade.

But before he could spit anything back at the phantom, the Hunter could practically feel the non-existent hand that was slung around his shoulder before the fuzzy, robotic voice sounded off right beside him, “Oh, c’mon Andal! He didn’t have to be Vanguard.”

Scout leaned backwards ever so slightly in an attempt to seek comfort, but in an instant, the phantom of Cayde was in front of him, leaving him to fall, regardless of the fact that it wouldn’t have caught him anyway. The Exo shrunk back from both looming figures, staring up with wide optics as Cayde continued.

“What he should’ve done was be there. For both of us. Could’ve stopped it, couldn’t ya?” The nightmare tutted, “We’re Guardians! S’posed to be immortal, right? You coulda easily taken a bullet for either one of us ‘n’ been fine, but you were sittin’ in the safety of the Tower, like Zavala and Ikora. ‘Least someone else put an end to Taniks for good, but you’re here, acting as if that ‘little bird’ is your new best friend, when we could’ve been so much more--”

The nightmares were interrupted by someone else approaching, but Scout didn’t seem to notice, having tucked his head down, clutching his cloak pitifully, optics flickering ever so slightly as if they were simulating tears. 

#prince of a thousand enemies | scout #echo | mantleoflight #ic #ask answered #I HAD TO GO WITH HIM #esp bc i havent figured out mint #and prose #soth spoilers #season of the haunted spoilers #DW ABT MATCHING if u intend to reply to this

[takendruid]

Abandoned homestuck art for the time being since 1) I need a break from it and 2) I’ve revived my special interest for Destiny.

My friends don’t play Destiny but my dad does! But I actually don’t know what his gaurdian’s face or hair looks like. I made my friends do a survey to see what they’d choose and all of us are exos, and even my d1 characters are both exos (all three of my characters have the exact same fucking face shape…). Also my dad’s guardian isn’t my guardian’s dad, just to clarify…

Top three are my two characters, and the bottom two are my friends’ designs that they did through me. My D1 character is a new character I’ve made because I literally couldn’t continue the house of wolves campaign with the stuff I had on my first character (which literally had the same fucking face and horn as well BY THE WAY. Which is also the same face shape as Shiro-4.)

My D2 character is called Taken because like,, even though I didn’t ever play The Taken King DLC, I want him to have been like,, Taken by Oryx 👁️👁️ he used to be called Edward-15, but that’s no longer the name he uses. He lost his memory mostly (since he’s an exo) but now goes by Taken because he was the Taken Guardian. His ghost also lost his light for a period of time, which is why my D2 boy was able to be taken. Taken is a very sweet boy pre-taking, but gets an attitude post-taking because… yeah :) he was verbally abused by another Guardian (who is based on my abuser, who got me properly into Destiny). Cayde is sort of like a father figure to him (even though I started D2 in January 2019 but SHHHHH) and after Cayde dies, Taken calls his ghost “Ace”. Also Ace has much more of an attitude than the Ghost normally does because he had to put up with Feral’s (my abuser’s guardian) abuse. Like- Feral would rip into Taken for being dysfunctional in Taken hotspots and literally complains about him to Ikora during the Red War campaign while the two are RIGHT THERE, and Ace is literally like “can we fucking talk about something that’s actually important and not literally talking about my guardian like he’s not there?” He has a lot more sass than our ghost normally does. Also Taken is a bladebarrage and stasis user, which is funny because they’re literally polar opposites; dark and light, and ice and fire.

My D1 character is the guardian you play in D1. He’s called Atlas-9, and his ghost is called Cronus. Cronus would probably have dinklebot’s voice, and Atlas would probably be Russian due to waking up in the cosmodrome. I use bladedancer on him, but 1) I want to use nightstalker so bad and 2) he would probably be a spectral blades hunter. While Taken is aroace, Atlas is so fucking gay. Especially for Cayde. Literally the definition of Tom Cardy’s “Flirt (with your dad)”. Taken finds this extremely fucking weird because Cayde is literally the Vanguard, aka their boss. Dude tries MULTIPLE TIMES to flirt with Cayde, but Cayde just ignores him (but finds them amusing). @/sylenth-l hcs that Andal Brask was a void hunter, so… ngl I half made Atlas a nightstalker hunter for some Cayde angst… Also Atlas doesn’t have a proper design because I literally don’t have any good gear yet (I haven’t even finished the vanilla campaign (I’m on the last mission) but I’ve finished Dark Below and I’m in the middle of house of wolves). Also fun fact, I gave my first character a horn before finding out Cayde had a horn, so Atlas having the horn is only half because of Cayde. There is a HC that Shiro-4 has the body of a Titan or was a Titan, and I love that HC so much that I literally thought to myself “what if Atlas… was the same, and that’s why he’s so much taller and beefier than Taken”

Atlas’s ghost is called Cronus because I’m a sad little homestuck fan 😭 I literally looked up at my wall and saw my Eridan sticker and thought to myself “what’s Eridan’s name origin and can I discreetly call his ghost Eridan?” The answer ended up being no, however I looked up Cronus Greek mythology and saw Cronus was a titan. Then I looked up other Titans and saw Atlas. I looked up if Atlas 9 was a thing and turns out! Mercury-Atlas 9 was the final USA space craft mission to Mercury, and I thought that was perfect because Atlas is found in a Cosmodrome, which is literally a Russian launching site for spacecraft. USA and Russia are two very different things, but the take away was “space craft! Cosmodrome! Space mission! Perfect!!” Also the numbers in Atlas-9 and Edward-15 are connected to 1) my username but also 2!) the taken king release date >:]

As for my friends! The female Exo is called Del-4. I was looking at exo names to see if any were just normal names and was like “omg there’s an exo called del-3!” And my friend is called Del. She literally said to me “shitpost and call her Del-4”. Also her ghost is called Crab because it’s cute. As for the male exo (even though they are nonbinary) is called Attica-2 because one of their characters is called Atticus. Their ghost is called Malachite, which is the name of an OC they own but also! The name of my Druid OC, which was quite connected to their Atticus OC.

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny guardians #destiny oc #cayde 6 #destiny art #destiny hunter #takendruid art

[ahungeringknife]

365: May 21

Crow paced back and forth in the H.E.L.M. while Alex and Alshain watched from the war table. Alshain thought he was so dramatic. New Lights always were. "You frying your brain with anxiety won't make them come any sooner, lil boss," he said casually, leaning on the war table on his elbow.

"Leave him alone, he's a worrier," Alex said, head in his sketchbook, working on a new card idea. He was updating his deck to include the Glitterbomb suit and Alshain had nearly strangled him when he said he was removing half his Arc cards to make it fit. Spiteful little shit. He didn't even have to his deck could fit both suits but Alex was so particular about how many cards were in his deck.

"Osiris will get snippy if he wears a hole through the floor though," Alshain smirked. Crow sent him a sharp look. "You aren't as scary as the Guardian, that doesn't work," his EXO face curved into something like a smile. "Especially not with that stupid mask of yours."

Crow nearly jumped out of his skin when transmat triggered several times in the main cabin of the H.E.L.M. and six people appeared. "Hey! God squad," Alshain called, raising a hand in welcome.

Alex looked up from his scratching as Glitterbomb approached the war table. Crow was standing so very still. But not in stoicism. Alshain knew he wasn't stoic at all. Kid wore every emotion in his entire body. No. He was scared. Just like he'd been scared the first time meeting Osiris. "What is that?" Wolf asked seeing Crow.

"What?" Crow asked.

"On your face-" and Alshain and Alex both laughed. "I thought Shin got you a helmet."

"Osiris thought this was better so I wouldn't have to wear it all the time," Crow said nervously.

She cocked her head to the side. All of them were wear helmets and from personal experience knew many Guardians, including himself, wore their helmets basically any time they were out and about. It confused Alshain why he'd say that when Osiris was well aware of this but it wasn't his place to argue. Or well... it was but Osiris was so snippy with him and Alex. Not that Alshain blamed him. Losing your Ghost was... traumatic. He'd only lost the Light, not Adha, and the pain of it had been so overwhelming he'd been numb and stupid to everyone except Alex.

"I guess," Wolf said and then removed her helmet. "But I want to introduce you to my fireteam. I trust Osiris and these... guys have brought you up to speed?" she waved casually at Alex and Alshain.

"More or less," Crow said only just not wringing his hands. Alshain leaned forward casually, finger on the metaphyical trigger of his Light. He figured Wolf would have prepped her fireteam for Crow having Uldren's face but it was one thing to know it it was another to see the face of Enemy Number One looking back at you. Not that that mattered to Alshain. He hadn't known Cayde. Didn't care about Cayde. Cayde's tenure was after his banishment. He'd known Andal though. Crow being a serious Fallen sympathizer was more damning to him than killing Cayde because Alshain still thought about Taniks. Alshain had only heard about it but he knew every Hunter in the City had been furious.

There had probably been so many dead Fallen after that. Alshain wondered what the man hunt had looked like and how the Vanguard had called the Hunters to heel. Of course. It was probably because Cayde had ordered everyone grounded. Between him and Xander they'd have prevented more Hunters from meeting their end at Taniks.

Still better safe than sorry. So he kept his Light close in case he needed to intervene. He could feel Alex doing the same, his glowing yellow eyes catching purple at the edges.

"Great," Wolf said. "This is Glitterbomb," and they removed their helmets as well when Wolf indicated them. "Cat, Bear, Rat, Fox, Lizard," she pointed to each of them in turn and they waved or nodded. "Guys, this is Crow, he's a New Light," and she indicated he should take off his mask. It really was an ugly thing.

Crow pulled it off and Alshain chuckled when Lizard said, "Doesn't even look like him," orange painted EXO head cocked to a full forty-five degree angle.

"It does so," Fox smacked his arm.

"Uh... which is a better thing?" Crow asked awkwardly and then stiffened when Cat stalked up to him and got in his face.

"Careful there," Alex called as Cat inspected Crow's face.

"Hush up, kid," they waved a hand at Alex around Crow's body. "Hmm," they scrutinized him.

"Well at least it won't be a surprise now," Rat said, more to the others than Crow who was very stressed at Cat's stern look over.

"Think it's still... a delicate situation," Bear said, arms folded.

"Incredibly," Wolf agreed.

"And just us know?"

"Yeap."

"Zavala's not going to be happy," Bear said gravely.

"Okay but who wants in on how long it takes Ikora to find out?" Lizard asked.

"Rigel," and Fox jabbed him in the ribs hard. "Inappropriate."

"What? I'm just being realistic."

"Well if you can all keep your mouth shut it shouldn't," Wolf said seriously.

Alshain was more worried when Cat suddenly smirked. They stepped back and pulled out a knife. "You know the knife game-

"Cat do not!" Wolf yelled while Alshain and Alex laughed.

"... No," Crow said. "Does it hurt?"

"Not if you're good," Cat said with a devious grin on their face.

Wolf grabbed them and yanked them away. "You are not doing that," and then switched to sign. 'He barely knows how to mod his weapons or use his Light. Absolutely not.'

'Don't be so sensitive,' Cat signed back, still holding the knife.

'No.'

"Fiiiiine," Cat groaned and stepped back. They tossed the knife as they went, end over end. "You're no fun sometimes, Wolfy," they sighed, catching the knife each time, barely even looking at it. They were showing off to the extreme and Crow was falling for it by how his head tracked them in the H.E.L.M.

"Being clan leader is no fun, get over it," Wolf sniped back.

"Well that really is all there is huh," Bear said, arms folded looking at Crow.

"Yes."

Bear looked Crow over. Cat and Rat were discussing something at the recaster. Alshain finally relaxed. "This is so messy, Wolf," he said looking at her instead.

"I know."

"How do you get into these messes?"

"I told you she needs a baby sitter," Fox said.

"I do not!"

"Went away for two months after we iced Eramis and came back with... this guy-

"And don't forget the dirt bag!" Cat called from the recaster. "Came back from the Shore with two shitty Hunters. And she pissed off Spider so bad he's got her face on every 'shoot on sight' broadcast across the entire Reef and part of House Dusk."

Wolf put a hand over her face with a sigh. "Thank you for reminding me," she groaned as Cat and Nef laughed.

"Well since we've seen him I'm going to go," Fox said.

"Yeah. Better than the shock of it while we knock down that Empress bitch... Caitlin or something?" Lizard droned.

"Caiatl," Fox said, dragging the other Warlock back.

"That's what I said," Lizard complained. Then their Ghosts transmatted them away.

"So you all knew me too?" Crow asked Bear who was still nearby.

Bear still had his arms folded. "Knowing is a strong word," he said gruffly.

"Oh. Was I ... bad?"

"You were pretty fucking annoying is what you were-

Alex and Alshain laughed loudly at that. "Good news big Bear, he's still annoying! And more melodramatic than ever," Alex laughed.

"Great," Bear rolled his eyes.

"I am not, quiet," Crow turned on them both but his pale skin was a bit dark around the top of the cheeks.

"And emo," Alex said, ignoring him. "You should hear him monologue to him- Ah!" Crow full body tackled Alex from where he was.

Alshain laughed at them as Alex squawked and batted at Crow while Crow put him into a sort of head lock. He knew his brother would get out of it once he felt like. Wolf had her hands on her hips. "Well I see he's doing just fine with you two," she sighed.

"We're taking good care of him," Alshain assured him.

She sighed softly but had a small smile on her face. "We'll let you deal with this then."

"Yes ma'am," Alshain said.

Wolf gently knocked Bear's arm and they went to collect the rest of their fireteam at the recaster. Then they were gone. "Okay okay that's enough horsing around lil boss!" Alex called and Crow looked very surprised when Alex went from being in a head lock to free and standing.

"... How did you do that?" Crow asked empty armed.

"Maybe if you're a good boy I'll show you," Alex smirked and sat down again, grabbing his sketchbook. "Now you done being a nervous ninny?"

"I... guess? That went a lot better than expected," Crow admitted.

"Great!" Alshain lurched to his feet. "Because it's time to see if I can beat some Arc Light out of you," and he went around to Crow and put an arm around his shoulder.

"Ah-- it's not really my thing," Crow tried to say.

"Yeah well we better check before I chuck you at Alex and he melts your brain with Void talk," Alshain scoffed.

"I can use Solar fine. Shin showed me that's fine," Crow said and Alshain didn't miss the way his voice went up a pitch when he said that. Huh! Well he'd have to look into that later.

"Yeah but Shin's a shit head," Alshain said leading him to the transmat zone. "Doesn't have any showmanship in him at all. Tsk, might as well be a Titan for how stoic he is about the Light," he scoffed.

"Or a stuffy Warlock," Alex called after them.

"Anyway lets see what you got, kid," and Alshain let him go long enough for Glint and Adha to transmat them out of the H.E.L.M. and to some private training room in the Wall.

#365 #writeblr #writblr #fanfiction #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #the young wolf #young wolf #fireteam glitterbomb #the crow #crow #uldren sov #Still mad about Crow's STUPID fucking mask in this season. Give this boy a HELMET

[eggsmuses-a]

Cayde slips into the bar, hanging to the wall as he looks for @threads-of-light amongst the crowds. He ducks under a bar fight, narrowly missing his horn being punched off before finally, he locks optics onto the other's brunette head across the room. He sidles over, gesturing to the bartender for two shot glasses, one which he palms over to Andal.

Both of them had heard Caliban skipped town, both of them knew the Hunters were yet again missing a Vanguard. Caliban would be the talk of the Tower for weeks, &. everyone would be asking who will take the title.

Both of them knew nobody would step up.

&. thats exactly why Cayde had called Andal out, offered him drinks on the house in exchange for a talk. Because they knew nobody would take the role without a little persuasion.

6 had a feeling that they both knew exactly what this talk was about from the very beginning when news got out.

He downs the shot in one quick swig, voice box sizzling before he places the glass down. He snaps his fingers for Andal's attention, sliding the shot glass forward for a refill.

#ﾞ ᴄ ——— ❝ Right here, right now. I put the offer down – I don't wanna chase you down, I know you see it. ❞ He jabs a finger into Andal's chest, raising a metaphorical eyebrow at the implication.

❝ You run with me, &. I can cut you free out of the drudgery &. walls you keep in. ❞

He scoffs, jabbing a hooked thumb back, ❝ So trade that typical for something colourful, &. if it's crazy, live a little crazy. You can play it sensible – a king of conventional. Or ... you can risk it all &. see ... ❞

He hears the question so vividly in his head, the suspense is killing him. He won't take no for an answer.

Don't you wanna get away ? From the same old part you get to play ?

The answer isn't solid though, so he presses again. ❝ 'Cause I got what you need so come with me &. take the ride, it'll take you to the other side. ❞

Andal could either do like he did, or take the deal &. do like Cayde. Form a pact where whoever loses throws the key for the other to take, only one wouldn't need the cage.

A deal to take. One where only one would be free to fly to the other side.

A Vanguard Dare.

#/DONT FEEL OBLIGATED TO REPLY TO THIS BTW I JUST HAD TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM #/temptation to rewatch the greatest sh.owman .. #/also no need to keep this a lyric thread i just thought it fit #/bc dare brainrot #threads-of-light #( one-by-one only the good die young ) -- cayde ic #( v.i ) -- cayde

[poorlytunedukulele]

Destinytober - New Lights

June 29, 2841; The Last City, Earth

It was the first good snow of the season in the City. A solid inch had dropped overnight, concealing grass and capping the streetlamps and trash cans. The maintenance frames had already been through to clear the walkways, but off the beaten paths it still drifted, fresh and sparkling. The morning sun was still too weak to melt it.

Andal walks confidently along the cleared path, trailed by several new Hunters. He's drawn the metaphorical short straw this week; Tour Duty isn't something most Guardians enjoy. Andal doesn't mind it one bit. A nice walk around the Tower, impart some Life Advice™, and get a decent lunch comped on the Vanguard's wallet? Not a bad gig.

The addition of a gaggle of New Lights isn't a downside in Andal's book. It's a good thing to interact with the younger generations every so often. Guardians could live for a long time. Unlike mortals, their memories never fogged and age did not dim their minds. It meant things could get a bit monotonous. Each new season is a wonder when you're ten. When you're cracking a century like Andal is, it's very easy to look up and realize another year has passed without you taking note of it.

That's why Andal enjoys young people so much. Everything is important with them. Even the most worn and mundane things can become new again as they experience it.

It's also admittedly fascinating to see what sticks with a Guardian from their previous life. Nobody is quite a fresh slate- obviously everyone knows how to walk and eat and all that. Whatever other functional skills, vague recollections, and associations come along for the ride seems almost random.

"Snow?" he asks. One of his charges- Puck, he recalls, has scooped some of the powder out of a garden bed and is scrutinizing it closely. The young Hunter's face is twisted in what appears to be confusion.

"When it gets cold- far North or South on Earth or Mars, plenty of places in the Outer System, too- it doesn't rain," Andal explains. "Frozen water from the air. Snow." Some of them probably haven't seen snow before- perhaps not in their first lives, either. In the tropics or on Venus, Mercury, it just doesn't get cold enough.

Puck stares at the power in zir hand. Andal can almost see the gears turning in the Kinderguardian's head. Ze closes zir fingers and slowly uncurls them to reveal the oddly-shaped snow impression of the inside of zir fist.

"Snowball," Chari clarifies from above Andal's shoulder. (His Ghost has been having just as much fun instructing and gossiping with the newly-bonded Ghosts as Andal has with his Kinderguardians).

Andal hears a familiar voice through the crowd and instinctively ducks behind the concealment of a stone bench. "Down," he hisses. The Kinderguardians all comply, with various levels of urgency, behind the surrounding benches and trash cans.

Andal scoops the snow by his knee and begins packing it into a ball-shape. The New Lights watch him, fascinated. "What's going on?" Mot Balek asks.

"Hunters, we have ourselves a target," Andal announces with undue gravitas.

"A target?" That's a sharp look from Nian Ruo. She looks almost anxious- she hasn't caught on this matter isn't wholly serious yet.

"Don't peek all at once," Andal instructs, "but there is a tall Awoken man wearing silver and red armor walking up the path towards the Tower North."

Naturally, they all peek at once. Andal finishes his first snowball and starts on another, shaking his head and tsking in disappointment. They'll all have to learn some subtlety if they're going to get anywhere in this world.

"Who is that?" Puck asks.

"That, my dear friends, is the esteemed Zavala." Andal says it with the same tone of voice he'd used to introduce the Memorial Fountain and the Vanguard Armory.

Nian goes from anxious to alarmed. "We're about to attack the Titan Vanguard?"

"It is our solemn duty," Andal intones. "The Vanguard spends all day locked up in the Tower. They need to be kept on their toes. Livens up their life a little."

The newbies all watch him with wide eyes, drinking up every word. They are so gullible.

It's kind of funny, the line you have to walk with them. On one hand, they believe everything you say, so you can't just outright lie to them. You don't want to break their trust so early. On the other hand, they believe everything you say. You have to jerk them around a little. It's an obligation.

"There will come a day," Azra says seriously, "when nothing will sound sweeter to you than that beleaguered sigh he makes."

"You'll need ammunition," Charin says. "Stock up."

The Kinderguardians all hurry to make their own snowballs (with varying levels of success). Andal keeps tabs on Zavala, motioning to his squad only when the Vanguard Commander has drawn even with them.

"Alright kiddos, this is an exercise in tactics. Do you all remember the Memorial Fountain a ways back?"

He receives a series of nods.

He settles on his haunches and begins speaking rapid-fire. "Then here's the plan. Mot, Omar, you go back the way we came. Puck, Nian, cut north, then double-back using the footbridge." Those two seem a bit more situationally aware than the others. They'd be less likely to get lost. "That'll take you to a large plaza, there'll be signs leading you back to the fountain from there." He does a quick weapons check and is gratified to see every New Light with at least two passable snowballs. They learn fast. "Stick together, hang low. Worst comes and we have to scatter, we still meet at the Fountain. Got it?"

"Can't we call each other on the radio?" Omar asks.

Andal grins. "What's the fun in that?" Zavala is a perfect distance away now, close enough to peg but far enough he won't notice them breaking cover. Andal gathers his snow-arsenal. "Ready up, everyone. On my signal."

Four pairs of bright eyes blink in response.

(Zavala's sigh after the fact is extremely beleaguered. Completely worth it.)

AO3 linky!

#destiny #destiny 2 #destinytober #destiny fanfiction #andal brask #love language: pranks #you could say he's a bad influence

[echosong971]

you KNOW i'm gonna ask abt Cayde. gimme the list

AIGHT-

Favorite thing about him

PFT uh, everything? Honestly? If I had to pick one thing though—in the interest of preventing this from becoming a whole 50 page essay—I just love the complexity of his character. I also love the sass he has, as well as all his jokes and witticisms haha. I do love me a man with wit and a sense of humor.

Least favorite thing about him

The fact that he’s dead lol. Also, his inability to deal with loss; great flaw for character exploration, not so great as a flaw in general.

Favorite Line

HAHA geez, I have so many. Here’s what I’d probably consider to be my top five:

“We’re about to die and you’re still making speeches??”

[imitating Zavala] “Guardian, I require a sweep and clear of the following hostiles. Hunters are way better than Titans. War. Poetry. Knitting.”

“Scanners have picked up something big. And no it ain’t my ego. Swear to Light everybody around here thinks they’re a comedian.”

“Oh, your super tank can’t fly?” [clicks tongue] “Ooooo…”

“Alright, see what you can pull out of Rasputin. Hmm, there’s a joke there somewhere…”

brOTP

He and Andal. Hands down.

OTP

Haha, if you couldn’t tell from my entire blog, Cayde and the Young Wolf. Or, more specifically, Cayde and MY Young Wolf.

nOTP

Hmm, I guess him with either of the Sovs? Literally, the only thing I could see happening between them, if anything at all, is some sort of hate-fling with Cayde and Uldren. But honestly, that’s about it aha. There’s nothing substantial in either of those relationships in my mind.

Random Headcanon

He fidgets, like, a lot. Whether it be by tapping his fingers on the desk, bouncing his leg, messing with his cloak, adjusting his scarf—he’s like a taut bowstring ready to release at any moment. This is mainly due to his restlessness caused by being stuck in the Tower for so long aha. The only time he doesn’t fidget is when he’s playing poker.

Unpopular Opinion(s)

He is the tallest member of the Vanguard and you CANNOT convince me otherwise. Also, he has an extremely hard time forming new attachments, both platonically and romantically, due to his fear of loss. Because, in opening himself up to those kinds of relationships, he also opens himself up to more pain when he inevitably loses this person in one way or another, “Which is why I work alone.”

Despite how much of a hopeless romantic he is in spirit, he doesn’t actually let himself indulge in falling in love very often.

Song I associate with him

Lol, I mean, I have a whole playlist, but if you’re just wanting ONE song, then I think Seven by Sleeping At Last fits him really well.

Favorite picture(s) of him

Once again, I have so many aha, but here are my two favs; one from in-game and one I drew myself:

Questions based on this post.

#simply love this man uvu #thanks for the suggestion my friend hehe #send me a character #cayde #cayde 6 #cayde-6 #destiny cayde #hunter vanguard #destiny hunter vanguard #hunter #destiny hunter #gunslinger #destiny gunslinger #exo #destiny exo #exomind #destiny exomind #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny 2 the game #bungie #echosong971 #echo asks #echo answers #art #digital art #fanart #destiny art #my art

[sylenth-l]

I see Shin in your art looking very young, do you think he still looks that way? Or do you think he did mature? I also imagined him a pretty young man but his voice in the Malfeasance quest was so brutal and manly??? Totally not what I thought it would sound like

Oh my cotton socks, pretty Shin is another my sore spot along with long-haired Andal 😅 I honeslty don't know, since Shin is a very special case, being a lightbearer since infacy. And without any canon info on his appearance (except for that card from D1 featuring a standart Hunter model), all we can do is speculate.

I have a theory that Guardians do age, but only if they want to and manage to live long enough without their Ghosts rezzing them. Like, if you die regularly and keep coming back, then you'll stay more or less the same; and if you didn't die in the last 50 years AND didn't let your Ghost do some... refreshing treatments for you, then those years will take their toll.

So for me it'll make sense for Shin to look any age starting from when Jaren's Ghost became his own, it's only a matter of preference. I personally try to keep him looking more or less the same age as Andal and Tevis, even if he's certainly older than Tevis and with Andal it's a bit tricky. They both were around since the early City days, but Shin was a kid back then and I'm not sure if a fresh kinderguardian counts as a kid?? Lol 😂 Anyway, it's a close enough age gap for me, so if Andal can look pretty, then Shin can too ( ´•ᴗ•ก)

As for his voice... Yeah, I also didn't expect this, but if you don't mind clutching at straws like me, then think about it this way: the voice we heard wasn't exactly Shin's voice. It was the voice of The Man With The Golden Gun, a bad guys' worst nightmare, who's supposed to sound frightening and threatening. And we heard it in a scene entirely orchestrated by him with a single goal: to strike fear into the hearts of not so righterous people. Also, as we know, Shin played that game as 3 players, so he must've had a voice changer or else all his covers would've been blown unbelievably quickly. I mean, at least Drifter encountered him in all 3 of his roles, other dredgens must've seen at least 2, so Shin clearly had to do something to keep Vale from sounding even remotely similar to The Man with the Golden Gun.

I'd say Renegade was as close to the ~real~ Shin as he could allow himself to be. Just a simple hunter guy minding his own buisness, free to go wherever he wants and free to do whatever he wants. All others had far too strictly determined roles in his plan to have such luxury.

Since I don't have anything new to show, here's a veeery old Shin & Drifter sketch as a reward for reading that far

#ask #anonymous #destiny #shin malphur #my art #drifter #man i love shin so much i mean #he's such a sneaky motherfucker i just can't #also oscar-worthy actor ngl #jaren would probably be horrified lol

[blacky-nikki-art]

The boiiiis!!!

Lately, I thought a bit about their relationship. A lot to talk about trash-ship.

Yeah. Trash-ship. More under keep reading.

I know, I’m unoriginal if I wanna make a trash-ship but I think it would work. Shiro-4 is a interesign character for me - the vanguard scout, the last from hunter trio... and has an unusuall cloak, even the bright yellow color.

Like I said too many times Iberis-3′s story starts a few 2-3 years before the Red War campaign. This is obvious they never meet before cuz they didn’t have any chance and also Shiro-4 is only in lore books at Destiny 2. I had to improvise. So...

The boys meet some time later after the Forsaken campaign. It had to be painfully for Shiro-4 to got to know he's the last from the hunter trio. The first Andal Brask, now Cayde-6. His close friends have gone forever. 

Shiro wanted to know what happen at the Prison of Elders, who was with Cayde in his last moment. Because in my version of the story Iberis-3 is the guardian, he was the person who looking for yellow exo. I know there was also Petra but I think she had to be harder to find ‘cuz she was in the Dreaming City + Iberis-3 was the only witness to Cayde's death, Petra come a bit later like we remember at thie cinematic. 

Shiro comes to the Tower and easily found my white exo but of course, it would be too easy. Iberis-3 refuses to talk with him about anything that happened on this unlucky day for the vanguard hunter. My warlock felt guilty what happen to Cayde. (Pharse of Ikora ‘It’s not you fault’ didn’t help. Btw I like Ikora in this scene cuz what she said to Zavala). Okay, get back. Like I said Iberis-3 felt guilty for this, no matter what happened later. He needed time for his trauma and mourning so Shiro-4 come at the wrong time. But it didn’t mean he gave up. No no no. I’ sure he’s not this type person.

Herewith Ikora comes with help. If you like Shiro like me you probably know the little fragment where is said Shiro-4 leave a white lily at the stone cairn outside the city. If you new here, or you’re my old follower you have to know Iberis-3 is a plant-nerd lvl hard. This what Ikora told Shiro. So, he tried to talk to Iberis again.

Of course my white exo is not an idiot and the first time, when he saw yellow exo once again Iberis was sure Shiro will try to convince him to change his mind. But when he asked what flower is good say to good bye... Oh boy, oh boy... Shiro-4 regrets to asked about this cuz Iberis-3 didn’t want to shut up for the next few hours.

But in the end, they goes together, to the stone cairn outside the city. In this place Iberis-3 got to know Shiro-4 wasn’t a random, next too curious person who wanted to know more. This convinces Ibeirs to relate what happened in the Prison of Elders.

They become friends and later something more. The feeling grows slowly, without hurry. They’re liked to talk to each other when they had an occasion to do it. It was a problematic time. Iberis-3 is gay. He doesn’t feel comfortable telling this cuz he worries that ppl rejecting him. Meanwhile, I see Shiro-4 as a bisexual but pls, remember it’s just my trash-canon. The hunter scout saw small signals from my warlock but also he felt confused when Iberis starts suddenly began to withdraw. The panic. I don’t have a full story yet. Maybe one day... Who knows...

Like usually thank you for reading if you does this and sorry for my eng.

Have a nice day, or good night!

#black try draw #Iberis-3 #Shiro-4

[demiclar]

Firefight

Day 8 of my writing challenge! If you’d like to see these at least somewhat more on time, I’m posting them all to my AO3!

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“A New Light found what in the Loot Cave?” Shiro-4 raised a brow at Shaw Han, walking alongside the Hunter as they trekked back towards Shaw’s little camp, having met him while he’d been out on patrol. It wasn’t uncommon that Shiro found his way down to Old Russia. While the Plaguelands were most of his territory for scouting and reports, SIVA had spread far enough into the rest of Old Russia that he often poked at its old bones from time to time, just to make sure the dead were still…well, dead.

Snow crunched under their feet while they walked, and Shiro couldn’t help but eye any bit of red he saw. Winters in Old Russia always made him worry the Devil Splicers were coming back. But he hadn’t come down here for a patrol, not a scheduled one anyways, though he was fine with checking up over everything as he went. Rather, Shaw had called him down here to look at something a New Light had found, something strange.

“An old crystal. Kind of like a broken engram.” Shaw told him, “I have it locked up back at camp. I was thinking about giving it to the Guardian. Figured they might know what to do with it.”

“Huh.” Shiro frowned. Engrams didn’t break. Not the way normal objects did. They were encoded matter, if their data became corrupted or drained, they didn’t break, they just…decompiled. Dissipated. Vanished. But if anyone could make something out of something that shouldn’t exist, it was the Guardian. “Seems like they’re always collecting odd trinkets and making weapons out of ‘em. They’re probably the most likely to figure out what to do with it, anyways.”

“Exactly. I figured it wouldn’t hurt for them to look into the Loot Cave, too.” Shaw told him. They crested a hill and Shiro watched as Shaw picked off a par of Vandals a little ways off with his rifle. Fighting the Fallen hadn’t been the same since the House of Light had settled in the City. Shiro wondered if Shaw had been back to see them yet. He didn’t ask.

“So how exactly is it broken?” He asked instead, following Shaw down the hill. His camp was just up ahead.

“Imagine if engrams were made out of glass and then someone smashed it up. It’s broken, maybe partially formed, but still broken.” Shaw skidded on a piece of metal, slick with ice, and Shiro grabbed his arm, pulling him onto the snow-covered dirt before he could fall. “Thanks.” He said, and Shiro nodded, the pair continuing on towards his camp.

“Do you think there could be a way to…freeze an engram? Or pause it somehow?” Shaw asked, his gaze still scanning the horizon.

“To try to copy the data?” Shiro questioned.

Shaw opened his mouth to respond when Shiro’s eyes fixed on a Guardian looking around Shaw’s camp, a New Light from the look of them. They spotted the pair of Hunters and hurried over, meeting them in the snowy clearing. He waited a few steps back, watching as the Guardian handed over their gun to Shaw, who removed a few pieces from where they’d been reassembled incorrectly, reassembled it properly while instructing the New Light, then handed the gun back to them. A moment later, Shiro eyed their robes just as Shaw mimed creating a Warlock rift, and the Guardian copied the movements a few times before they found success. Once they did, they departed with a wave, hurrying off to try their technique in action.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Shaw confirmed as soon as they were walking again. “The data isn’t decompiling, so I was thinking maybe whoever had it thought it was important enough to decode, not to get whatever’s inside once, but maybe to try to make copies of it multiple times. Can you do that?”

Shiro hummed in thought. “I know you can do it with currency. It’s illegal, but possible.” He blinked at Shaw. “Don’t ask me how I know.” He added. Some stories he had from his time running with Cayde and Andal shouldn’t see the light of day. “I’ve never tried it on a weapon. Theoretically I guess it could be possible. But if they could have had the weapon, why go to the trouble when you could just reverse engineer the one you have?”

“Maybe they couldn’t?” Shaw suggested. “Maybe the data was already partially corrupted. All I have is a piece of it, maybe someone else has the other pieces.”

Shaw led the way into the camp as they drew up to it. The better part of his equipment had been dragged inside to keep it out of the snow, and he and Shiro weaved past it until they reached a chest at the rear of the space, just beside Shaw’s Vanguard sleeping bag, a little space heater, and a gas camping stove. Shaw knelt down in front of the chest.

“You know, if you ever want to get away from this for a little bit, you’re welcome at the Temple.” Shiro told him as he punched in the passcode to the chest. “Despite what they say about Saladin, we do have…” he glanced around the room. “Furniture.”

Shaw laughed. “I appreciate it, but I like it out here. Feels like I’m in the action, you know? Felwinter feels like the Tower in that regard, high up and away from everything.”

Shiro hummed. “I wish. We’ve been attacked too many times for comfort, but I get the feeling. It can feel pretty remote up there.”

“Well, you’re welcome here if you’d ever like to stay, so long as you could find a sleeping bag.” Shaw told him. “I could use some help with the New Lights from time to time.”

Shiro pursed his lips, glancing back outside to where the Warlock they’d seen earlier was overenthusiastically charging a couple of dregs, throwing little charges of Light from both hands as they shouted a war cry.

“I don’t think I’m cut out for that.” He said honestly, and Shaw chuckled.

The chest before him opened with a click, and Shaw reached in, drawing out a cracked crystal, faded and gray. He stood, handing it over to Shiro carefully.

Shaw’s glass analogy had been accurate. It felt a little like glass, smooth, with cracks in the surface, but heavier than glass, and the surface of it looked…dead.

“This is strange.” He murmured after a moment.

“Right?” Shaw said, “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Shiro turned it over in his hands for another few moments, inspecting it. He pushed his Light into it, feeling the shard absorb it, hold it for just a moment, then let it out, the power seeping back into Shiro’s body. He handed it back with a thoughtful frown.

“Well, it’s certainly odd. But if the Guardian can turn it into a weapon somehow, I’m sure it’ll bring some real heat to a firefight.”

#destiny fanfiction #destiny game #destiny shiro #destiny shaw han #hunter bros #destinytober #demiwrites

[caydesgirl-uldrensprincess]

Thanks to this wonderful idea from a tumblr user, here is more about my Hunter

Guardians name: Chloe Faith Brask

Age: 24

Race: Human

Pronouns: She/Her

Class: Hunter

Preferred subclass(es): Gunslinger

Ghost's name: Moondance

Fireteam name: The Sisterhood

Fireteam teammates: Isabelle Brigham, Tori-3, and Sage Heathcliff

Favorite legendary weapon: Rose

Favorite exotic weapon: Ace of Spades

Favorite exotic armor: Lucky Pants

Favorite ornament armor set: Vanguard Dare

Favorite weapon ornament: Big Blind

What stats do they focus on: Mobility and Recovery

Are they offense, defence, or support: Chloe is always offense, mostly because she just springs into action with no real plan in mind.

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: a combination of all three

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

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Gambit

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): She doesn't really have one

What ship do they have: Queen of Hearts

What is their Sparrow: Gambler's Palm

Favorite Ghost shell: Spelunking Shell

Favorite shader: Circadian Chill

Favorite color: Electric Blue

Favorite food: STEAK!!!

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

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they've heard any): Country music (Prime Country ro Modern Country)

Favorite place in The Last City(if it's a place you created, give a little description!): A bar called the Golden Horse

Favorite NPC(s): Cayde-6, Banshee-44, Saint-14, and Amanda Holliday

Favorite patrol location: The EDZ

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): Horse back riding, camping, art, and photography

Least favorite food: Zucchini and Squash

Least favorite shader: Cayde's Dubs (unfortunately)

Least favorite patrol location: Formly Mercury, Currently Europa

Least favorite Pre-Collapse tech(if they've seen any): iPads

Least favorite NPC(s): Suraya Hawthorne

Least favorite weapon ornament: Pride of Omolon

Least favorite ornament armor set: Forbidden Visage

Least favorite legendary weapon: Any scout rifle

Least favorite exotic weapon: Whisper of the Worm

Least favorite exotic armor: Worm Huskcrown

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): Being patient, being stuck in the tower, following orders, the Hive, and lizards

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: it's a studio loft with art supplies scattered everywhere

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?:

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have: Drawing, Painting, Riding (Horses), Photography, playing piano

What would your Guardian's lore book be called: Reckless Danger

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

What were they wearing when they were reborn: T-shirt, jeans, and boots

What was their reaction to being reborn: "why? What? Holy Fuck it's cold!"

What was their reaction to their first rez: "OMG, that's awesome!"

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Hostiles, namely the Eliskni

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): Isabelle Brigham, Chloe's best friend and the one who makes sure Chloe doesn't over do it.

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: A photo of her and her father (Andal Brask) at her high school graduation

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn't rez with past life momentos): the photo of her high school graduation had "Chloe and Dad, Graduation 2015"

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some some quotes or passages from their book: "You can't move mountains sittin' on your backside.", "I'm a hunter, knives ARE my religion!" OR "Why aren't you prettier than a magnolia in May."  (This is directed to a horse)

Does your Guardian have a significant other: Cayde-6

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: Chloe went to straight to the The Last City.

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: She was surprised at how many people there were.

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: No

Does your Guardian's clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share): No

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: "Oh, these old things, can hide hundreds of knives in them."

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians (The Last City/The Farm), Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rouge Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords(if your Guardian is an Old Light) tell us about it!: Chloe loved helping the kids on the Farm learn to ride horses. She loved watching the smiles spread across their faces as they rode like the wind.

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards): She has a civilian friend named Nikki who helps get supplies and ammunitions.

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: At first, Chloe had no idea how she felt about it, seeing how she'd rather blow something up with her solar. After a while, she loves using it, especially in Gambit.

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven: Chloe's not one for raids

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni: Absolutely shock at how thay was possible

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again: Yes, she's from D1, let's just she was not happy.

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: Chloe helped escort civilians to safety and taught them self defense.  She mostly worried about Cayde when he was MIA.

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

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: Grandpa!

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: Slightly creeped out, but overall really good friends with Eris.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: Chloe's fell head over heels for the exo

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: Mad respect

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: Eh, she could careless about what Big Blue says

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: Exo Grandpa!

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

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: Chloe tends to avoid Crucible if possible

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: She's rather cold towards him.

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider: Eh, Chloe dosen't really care as long as she'd paid glimmer for her services

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: A deep dislike for him, he left a bad impression on her when they first met. Though she has to tolerate him since Isabelle is head over heels for the Prince

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

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: Chloe doesn't trust people/Eliskni easily. Variks is maybe maybe only Eliskni, besides Mithrax, that she likes.

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light: Same answer as before

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth "Elsie" Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray: Chloe finds her closed off and unable to really connect with her.

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness: "BITCH, YOU FROZE MY GHOST! THERE AIN'T A SOUL ALIVE WHO MESSED WITH HIM!"

Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire: She can't stand the Cabal, so Chloe doesn't like Caiatl very much.

Taniks the Scarred, the Perfected, the Abomination, the Shadow Thief: He killed her father in front of her..... rage is all she feels

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

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights: "Think 'what would Chloe do?' then do the polar opposite..."

#destiny #destiny 2 #bungie #my hunter #destiny hunter