#oc guardian

[hyakunana]

I was yesterday years old when I realized I've been coloring my Exo wrong all this time — but instead of updating in game, I'm retconning my art

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny art #bungie #exo guardian #the young wolf #oc guardian #fanart #in which alfa the hunter was legit born with wormhusk palette in her head before it ever existed #ngl i was bothered a long while with the white head for many reasons #1. too bright 2. elsie's head is also white 3. didn't fit her color scheme #so prb if she had white head i would change to a golden tint bUT THEN REALITY SLAPS ME #PAST ME HAS BEEN RIGHTER THAN PRESENT ME WTF #fun fact tmblr ppl i got my own apartment 8D not living there yet tho #gotta buy literally everything else but AY biggest part is done

[unlucky-corvid]

Home

A little self indulgent piece of my OC phantom and cayde.

Angst with eventual fluff.

This has not been proof read

Enjoy xoxo

Home.

He's home.

Sprawled out on the sofa of my...our flat, snoring softly. One leg over the back of the sofa, head tilted back, resting on his hands like he never left.

His Cloak slung over the coat hook it used to call home until 5 years ago, boots beneth it, still caked in mud and on the coffee table, his holster and ace...ace 2? I glance back to my bedside dresser, caydes ace of spades resting there, the tool of retribution that carried swift justice to uldren sov. My gaze returns back to the other wespon, cracked with an un-earthly glow sitting on the coffee table.

Why can't I be happy about this,Like every one else?

Why can't I welcome him back into my...our bed like I used to, curling up into his side, listening to his inner mechanisms softly working as we simply bask in one another's presence?

I should be elated. I am. Its like every wish I ever asked for rolled together in one. An impossible ask made real, laying on my sofa...our sofa. Back where he belongs. He's safe.

But what about me?

Selfish thought I know but,What about the tears I cried every day for 5 years? The nightmares? The hallucinations? The sleep terrors? The anxiety attacks?

What about my pain!?

I grieved. I grieved for him. The life we could have had. The death of seemingly everything I held dear and now I'm supposed to just...forget that? Forget how much i suffered while everyone else managed to move on.

Envy it an ugly emotion but I feel it nontheless strongly as I do my grief.

Does he even know?

I'm sure he must have some idea. I'm sure zavala and ikora filled him in. I'm sure sundance and midnight spoke.

Spoke about the night I screamed so raw my throat bled. The night zavala found me curled up behind the bust of cayde in the tower, wrapped in his cloak as the snow settled around me, slowly burrying me as i stared off into nothingness. The missions I returned from, battered and bloody only to pick up the next bounty and leave. No food. No rest. No time to remember.

Maybe thats why his eyes followed me with that uneasy concern when I bid him good night. The look of understanding that sent an uneasy shiver down me when I asked him if we could sleep separately for a while as I got used to my dead partner being alive and well back in my...our apartment.

A shiver of frosty air shoots up my spine and sets my teeth on edge.

He's here again.

Not the real cayde.

But the cayde thats been with me since he died.

The cayde that lingers in the shadows, that stalks me in the light of day, that lingers over my shoulder. A waking nightmare.

He first started to apear a few days after caydes death. Only at night. He would hover beside my bedside, bending down beside my ear to whisper.

"I was waiting for you. Waiting for you to run in and put a bullet between that bastards eyes. But you didn't. You were too late. Too late. TOO LATE!"

"Youre sick. Sick in the head. You welcomed my killer into our home with open arms. Crow? Crow?! That's what the sick fucks calling himself now? Are you that desperate to betray me? That desperate to desicrate MY HOME with that murders precence?!"

Then it would vanish as the dawn arrived leaving me sleepless and guilt ridden.

Until it didn't.

Until guardians would give my looks of sympathy and fear when a smokey apparition of the ex hunter vanguard would be glanced over my shoulder. Lips uttering words only I could hear.

I tried everything. Pills, alcohol, therapy, eris's hive magic, maras paracausal influence but nothing stopped the ghastly characature of my dead lovers visage from taunting me.

Ikora began to avoid me. I dont blame her. Being forced to see her fallen friend every instance we spoke must have been hard but...at least she could escape it.

Zavala simply gives me this look. The kind of look you give an animal you know needs putting out of its Misery as it lays dying at the side of the road. The type of look you give sickly dying people when you know they're on their last legs. I know he means well.

But I avoid him to now. I am not dying nor sickly...not outwardly and I don't wish to be treated as such.

With a sigh I turn, heading back into my...our room.

I'll get it right eventually.

I shrug off my clothes leaving them heaped on the floor, tugging on one of caydes hoodie that no longer smells like him before sliding into bed.

"Broken" it hisses.

"You think that's what i want. You think after these years, after what you've become, I'll want you?"

"Deluded"

"Shut up" I whisper holding my hands over my ears but it does nothing to silence the vile vitriol that slips from its mouth.

"Broken little phantom. How many time did you think of crushing midnight and ending it all huh? Monster. Selfish monster even considering that. I deserve better."

I curl into a ball as if caydes hoodie and the blankets will save me from the ghastly manifestations of my biggest failure. But it dosent.

My heart rate begins picking up as further hateful bile is spews from the lips of the creature using my lovers face to torment me. My fingers tremble against my face as my body convulses with each sob that wracks my frame.

"Worthless, selfish, untrustworthy, lying, unfait-"

"Hey"

The voice seemingly interupts itself

A hand on my shoulder jolts me to the present as i turn expecting the face of a nightmare...

2 icey blue optics stare into my own eyes from the darkness. Not the misty red smoke I expected.

"Zavala...zavala told me about...well...me" he says softly. The feeling of his hand on my shoulder, thumb rubbing gentle circles feels...Alien but...also like home.

Cayde glances at the misty apparition of himself with a hard glare. His eyes soften as he looks back to you "this guys a real buzzkill huh?" He says softly in a weak attempt to lighten the mood. He readjusts himself on my...our bed. Placing himself between me and the nightmare.

"Just ignore...him? Me? No not me. Ignore it" he murmurs as he slips under the covers. I cant help my body tense as he moves up beside me. As if sensing my unease he also freezes.

"I can leave, if you want. Go back to the sofa" his voice softly speaks as if I'm a cornered animal, soothing. Safe.

I pause. No. No thats the last thing I want now. I spent 5 years apart from him, I don't want to spend a single moment away from his side.

"No please stay" I mumble, voice horse from the tears that a familiar hand was wiping away. My hand finds the material of his tshirt and I move myself trying to get iven closer despite us already being flush together.

"Always"

His body fits against mine like a puzzle piece, arms snaking round my waist, anchoring me to him. "It wasn't your fault doll. I promise"

My body gradually untenses for what feels like the first time in 5 years as I sink back into he familiar embrace of caydes body. My body trembles with the adrenaline finally leaving my system.

His chest still rises and falls, his exo body's mimic of a heart beat still reaches my ears. Home. For the first time in 5 years, We are both home.

A blue light on my bedside catches my eye. A ghosts eye, 2 of them, watch us. Midnight and sundance. The pillow I keep on the bedside cabinet once for both midnight and sundance may seem unnecessary to some but our ghosts deserve a little love to. Midnight had always looked swammed by the pillow after sundance was blown to shards but now, seeing them both huddled up to one another as they to settle down, it feels like everything is finnaly settling into place.

Cayde-6 the once dead hunter vanguard, friend and lover was finally back where he rightfully belonged.

Home.

Our home.

#destiny 2 #cayde 6 #headcanon #oc guardian #female guardian #OC Guardian phantom

[theratking09]

Marauder

#original art #my art #original character #oc art #original character art #art #artwork #character art #oc artwork #oc artist #digital art #art tag #oc #my oc #my oc art #oc art tag #ocart #artists on tumblr #oc guardian #series #original series #cupsadventure

[szivi]

#small artist #right handed drawing #digital art #oc guardian #szivi art

[hidden-scarlet-whispers]

Does anyone have a Destiny OC template?

#destiny 2 #guardians #Guardian oc #Destiny oc #d2 #d2 guardian #d2 oc #oc Guardian

[tikihoneybee]

Bbosong, OC guardian

#oc #tikioc #destiny 2 #oc guardian

[diana-3]

So I started uploading my guardians story to A03

Been seeing a lot of profanfic posts so I took it as a sign to dust it off, it's still in progress

#destiny 2 #diana the hunter #destiny #destiny the game #destiny 2 the game #Diana-3 #exo guardian #oc guardian #destiny fandom #destiny fanfic #destiny fanfiction #A03 #wattpadbook #its called Lady Luck #lady luck fanfic #lady luck

[girlaph-lilyrose]

From Bungie's recent update: https://bungie.net/7/en/News/Articl.....ourpathforward Also, this music suits it pretty well for this week: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqWixE_2_CE

#my drawings #grief #ikora #ikora rey #destiny ikora #destiny 2 #destiny #lily_terraharuka #oc guardian #artists of tumblr #man this week fucking sucks #all the feels #like goddammit bungie #why did you have to fuck things up? #why?

[unlucky-corvid]

Hairpin trigger

Yeah more of my OC phantom.

Warrning, death and gore mentioned.

Not proof read

Him.

Uldren, standard before me besides comander zavala of all people.

All this time. It had been uldren

A million secnarios race through my head because the last I saw of that slimey Prince was when I painted the floor with the insides of his head. The crimson trickling donwn the steps of ivory stone causes a shiver in me as it flashes in my head. I streach my neck uncomfortably as the pressure in my jaw builds. My hand instinctively reaches for ace.

I feel an icey breeze brush over my hand and looking down I see a second hand over my own. One made of a black mist.

Of course he's here. He's always here.

"You put a bullet in his head once.

What's another round?"

My eyes drift to the little light bobbing along beside him. Glint he had called it. Glint was...sweet. but not sweet enough to quell the sea of feelings crashing over me.

Anger flushes through my veins hot and putrid.

Why him?

My thoughts are echoed by the grim specter wearing my lovers visage that stands over my shoulder, an unwelcome companion in my day today life who was...unusually chatty now.

"Him. Him of all people gets a 2nd chance. Look at him spooks. Look at his face. That's him." It hisses angrily in my ear.

Spooks.

It never sounds as it should. Not like it used to. But to hear him say it again, even if it isn't him, is enough for me. Enough for that desperate part of me that longs for him back knowing that this twisted vial mockery of cayde is all I have.

Uldren looks concerned, he knows what he has done to him...to me. To my future.

"Think of what he robbed from you doll, from us. That time. Those moments. Those possibilities."

The nightmares words cut deep, a grimace finds its way onto my face.

"And he comes to flaunt his new power, comes to mock my death, mock your pain. He deserves a 2nd bullet, my love"

I'm suddenly aware of my fingers wrapping around aceband pulling it out of its holster

"Phantom?" zavala says my name, both in concern and warning.

"He's no better is he. Bringing in that killer. But you're not going to disapoint me again are you, sweetheart. Not again. You failed me once. But you won't again will you? You're going to make up for what you let happen to me, like a good guardian. You're going to plant another bullet in that bastards head for me, like a good girl"

My hand trembles, the icey feeling back as the nightmares arm presses up against my own as if in effort to help null my trembeling.

"Don't listen to him, phantom" zavala says firm but somehow comforting. "Its not him. You know that. You know that's not what caude would really want and you know deep down this man isn't uldren. You know what being a guardian means"

He was right, the man before me didn't have uldrens memories or feelings.

"Do it. Do it...don't make me ask again"

For a second my grip on ace loosens.

"Kill him for me my little shadow. DO IT"

In a split second my arm raises and uldren drops to the floor. Zavala looks on in disbelief,seemingly unable to fathom what I had just done.

"Jobs not done, sweetie, your so close. Dont fail me again."

That's all it takes for me to lunge toward the ghost currently hovering over crow-uldrens lifeless body.

I'm fast. But zavala is faster.

My fingers graze glints core, just unable to to curl around the small sphear. Zavala is yelling at glint to hurry up and rez crow and get them both out of there. I think.

I'm too busy clawing at zavalas arms, purple and red marks littering the titans forearms and biceps.

Cayde is screaming at me but I can't hear him over the sounds of my own screaming. Desperate cries, begging zavala to trust me to let me just crush his ghost and make good on caydes life.

Eventually I cant fight anymore. My lungs burn, my throat feels like I've swallowd razorblades and I can taste blood.

Zavala walks me back to my apartment in silence. He offers to stay but I shut the door without a word. Caydes nightmare is nowhere to be seen and somehow I feel emptier.

Stumbling to the bathroom I spash water on my face only to look up and be met face to face with caydes nightmare looking angrier than ever.

"Failure! You had one job! One simple job and you couldn't even do that! Your worthless. Your worse than Worthless. I dont know what I ever saw in you. You don't deserve the mantle of being a hunter. Or a guardian."

I stumble back against the wall as it steps closer and closer.

"Take that cloak off, better yet. Burn it"

That night everything I had that even suggested I was a hunter got placed in the same box as caydes belongings.

That night, in the darkness of my apartment, caydes nightmare watching me from the seat that was once his, as I scratch the hunter emblems off my armour.

I don't deserve them.

#destiny 2 #cayde 6 #headcanon #destiny 2 crow #uldren sov #oc guardian #oc phantom

[theratking09]

Aqua, Elemental Guardian Of Water!

#original art #my art #original character #oc art #original character art #art #artwork #character art #oc artwork #oc artist #artist #digital art #art tag #oc #my oc #my oc art #oc art tag #artists on tumblr #guardian #oc guardian #elmental guardian #series #original series #cupsadventure

[szivi]

#digital art #right handed drawing #dog #oc guardian #szivi art

[ahungeringknife]

365: April 24

Grey/Cat has never liked Saladin :) makes more sense when you know Grey's backstory but that won't be posted for looks at their wrist like looking at a watch a while

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An unfamiliar ship did a fly by of the Temple and Shiro looked up at it with a frown. A moment later a figure landed at the LZ. It had been snowing all day and snowing harder so Shiro had retreated to the front of the Temple to get out of the snow. Just because he was an EXO and didn't feel the cold didn't mean he liked being snowed on. It got his cloak wet.

Shiro was nervous when the figure was both familiar and not familiar. He recognized them because they were part of young Kass' fireteam but they never came to the Temple with her when she came to talk to Saladin. Shiro was wary as the Grey Dawn stormed up the Iron Temple's steps. The clouds above seemed darker and more sinister as they approached. What were they doing here?

Foolishly, honestly he didn't know what he was doing, he tried to bar them from the Temple. It's what Saladin would have asked of him. "You're not permitted inside, Dawn," he said like he was just telling them about the snow storm.

He yelped when they grabbed him by the front of their Lucky Raspberry and pulled them close to their SIVA encrusted helmet. "Get. The fuck. Out of my way. Pilgrim," they said with barely restrained violence.

"Only Iron Lords are allowed in the Temple," he said stupidly. Fuck even he wasn't allowed in the Temple. Also what the hell was he doing? Did he have a death wish? They'd make him their lunch.

That didn't amuse them. Didn't even slow them down. They just shoved him away and opened the Temple doors. Shiro knew Saladin was in there, like most days. In quiet contemplation or whatever the fuck he did in there. Kass joked he listened to emo music and was sad about his dead friends.

Shiro flinched back when he heard the crack of Arc Light and then Saladin yelled. Then there was the sound of sundering and Shiro cursed, finally following after them. The Grey Dawn stood in the Temple over Saladin's steaming corpse holding a lance of pure Arc, rage in every line of their body. "Where's your Ghost Saladin?" they snapped. "I'm not going to kill you," they added to the air. "If I did I wouldn't get the pleasure of turning him inside out."

Shiro put his hand behind his head. Shit. What was he supposed to do here? Saladin's Ghost, Isirah, came out and resurrected her Guardian. This time it was a fight as Saladin created his own Light construct. Didn't matter. Shiro winced as the Grey Dawn almost effortlessly deflected and then shoved their lance right through Saladin's skull. They weren't even winded other than by rage.

"How many time are you going to do this?" Isirah asked them.

"Until he's learned a lesson," they said, fury radiating through every breath.

"This is about Kassandra, yes?"

"What was your first clue?"

Isirah was quiet for a moment and Shiro wondered what the fuck they were talking about? Also what was this hostility about!? He knew the story of the Grey Dawn but it was just a story. No way this person wasn't just using the name. He'd met a handful of Hunters in the Crucible who claimed to be Shin Malphur too. But by the way it was now snowing even harder out, the clouds swirling angrily above the Temple he... doubted. Shit what if this was actually the Grey Dawn? He’d seen their old forest in Italy decades ago. Even so far removed from the Dark Ages it was a macabre delight of mummified corpses and skeletal remains and the shells of Ghosts left to show they’d been killed. The Grey Dawn had been just as bad as a Warlord. If it was he was grateful he'd just gotten away with being told to fuck off.

"Saladin doesn't learn through death," Isirah said. "You should know that by now."

"Makes me feel better to kill the little bastard," the Grey Dawn said viciously.

"And you claim you weren't a warlord," Isirah sighed. "If you want a lesson to stick you need to find a true weakness."

"Hey! Why are you telling them this?" Shiro asked loudly.

"Because my Guardian is not infallible. He also did it on purpose," she looked back at the Grey Dawn.

"He knew it'd piss me off."

"Oh yes," Isirah said. "And I think such things should be beneath him. He never learns though," she sighed. "You can go, Shiro," she added to Shiro.

"But-

"The Temple is only for Iron Lords."

"They aren't an Iron Lord," Shiro pointed at the Grey Dawn.

"No but they have a right to be here. You may go. They won't kill me so they won't kill Saladin."

"You sure? They've killed Ghosts before," Shiro said nervously, deciding then that yeah... this was the actual Grey Dawn.

"I'm sure. Close the door after you," she said with great finality. The Arc lance continued to crackle softly in the Grey Dawn's hand.

Shiro didn't know what to do. Follow orders or worry more about his boss. But she seemed so sure, so calm. "Okay," he said slowly and stepped out of the Temple. He closed the doors.

"What was that about?" Tyra asked as Shiro stared at the Temple's doors.

"I... don't know."

"You do," she said in a knowing way.

"Just stories," he said worriedly.

"Would you tell me them? I'm not versed in all the stories of the Dark Ages and the Iron Lords," she said.

"I-

They both looked at the door as the muffled sound of yelling came through. Not yelling in pain but more like the sound of rage. Shiro almost opened the doors again but then he heard Saladin yelling back. So he wasn't dead. That was good. Right?

Tyra touched his arm. "I suppose Saladin's done some foolish things," she said graciously.

"I-- maybe?"

"He's old. The old always do foolish things. Now weren't you going to tell me that story?" she asked. Either Tyra knew more than she was letting on or desperately wanted to get away from these two powerful Risen. Shiro didn't exactly blame her. She was Lightless. If they brought their fight out here there was a very real chance she could be injured.

"Ah- right. Yeah. Sure. Let's go down to the old docks and I'll tell you about it. Get out of this snow storm maybe?" he said trying not to sound nervous and was grateful when his Ghost brought his own ship around to get him and Tyra off this mountain.

#365 #writeblr #writblr #fanfiction #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #lord saladin #saladin forge #the iron wolves #shiro 4 #tyra karn #OC Guardian

[tatck]

wha what if every chaos emerald had a guardian 👉👈 and what if the chaos emeralds didn't look like the chaos emeralds at all and what if they all had special powers and what if-

#sonic the hedgehog #stvh #my doodles #vagabond au #sonic au #sticks #silver #blaze #shadow #me trying to intergrate silver and blaze into the world without using backwards time travel and different dimensions led to this #this is actually a pretty old idea. pretty much had this from the start. just hadn't chosen the guardians yet #the other two will end up as ocs i don't think there's any characters that would fit my ideas for them #i might change sticks out too because i changed her a little too much. but i probaly will just keep her as is because i like boomerang #stvh!concept

[tikihoneybee]

#oc #tikioc #the crow destiny #destiny 2 #oc guardian