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artfullyfaith · 1 year
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Crow & Glint traversing together through a lost sector on the Tangled Shore!
I’m so happy with how this came out, it was such a huge leap for me in my art!
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bandit-prince · 1 year
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Dreams of the Tangled Shore.
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bungoland-blogging · 2 years
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Miscellaneous scenic areas of Destiny 2
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abidethetempest · 1 year
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this might just be the nostalgia talking but i miss the tangled shore so much. vibed so hard
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MY WAVES MEET YOUR SHORE (EVER AND EVERMORE)
a percabeth story // based on disney's tangled
she didn't look at all like people his mother had warned him of. she wasn't scary looking, and although she wore a rather proud expression, she looked kind and soft. he would have sworn someone had opened a book of fairytales, found the most beautiful princess, pulled her out, and placed her right in percy’s library. then she noticed him and turned to face him, and the moment was broken as her lips curled into a frown and her eyebrows slanted, almost dramatically, emphasizing her displeasure, likely, percy guessed, at having been knocked out and locked inside of a library. “who are you?” she asked haughtily.
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snakebunker · 1 year
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Art for the Dungeons & Destiny Player's Guidebook.
placer of relay beacons
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archivists-trove · 1 year
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Turbulent Coast - Observed above the nebulae of the Tangled Shore, skirting the border of Vestian territory.
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dreamingriven · 2 years
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-> the tangled shore
A lawless frontier of outlaws, scavengers and pirates. Muderers like Uldren and his Fallen would fit right in.
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I love Anthem-99. Old ass robot man who's super gay and a cowboy, all in the far off future. He wears a cowboy hat and everything, a cloak made from an antique duster coat, he's got spurs on his boots, a southern drawl, etc.
Anthem will go to the Tangled Shore, where notorious outlaws gather, and gamble against all of them. He cheats. The outlaws cheat, too. But Anthem is more skilled at it by light-years. He beats everyone he goes up against, and laughs it off.
The outlaws accuse Anthem of having cheated. They storm off, and get the Big Boss, Spider. Kingpin of the Shore, notorious intergalactic outlaw, a mob boss, and basically a godslayer. Spider stomps forth, clicking his mandibles together and chittering loudly, so much that the entire club goes silent.
And there, Anthem laughs confidently, feet on the table and arms crossed, and he's sipping on a drink. "Now. Before ya get mad, check yer stock," he says.
Spider scowls. He motions for his lackeys to go off and check.
The Eliksni boss, and the Exo, stand deadlocked in a stare, the entire club focused on just them.
Moments later, the lackeys return. "Boss. You'll want to see this," one says.
"Just tell me what's happening!" Spider demands.
Anthem laughs heartily and loud now. "Couple 'o swindlers just lost their glimmer. An' I just filled yer vault. Less outlaws with ways to buy weapons that'll tear down the Tower an' Last City. More money to ya. Less folks runnin' rampant through yer streets tryina' oppose ya, an' more room fer you an' yer lackeys to move in. Enforce whatever ya want. 'S a win win, ol' friend." Anthem stands up, and walks out of the club confidently.
Spider nods. "Arrest the outlaws."
"All of them?!" a lackey asks.
"Not Anthem. In fact, send him that special bow I picked up from a cargo haul months back. Send it to him with a message that we're even now."
The lackey nods. "How did he even access your vau-"
"I don't even want to know." Spider walks off, and the outlaws are arrested.
Anthem, however, goes off in his ship and flies home. When he arrives, a single package has arrived in his vault. He NEVER gives ANYONE access to that thing. It's locked down TIGHT and encrypted several times over, always has been, and he doesn't recall sending himself anything. He opens it up, and finds a gorgeous compound bow, with a note. It reads: "We're even. -Your friend"
Anthem laughs. "Touche, Spider... Touche..."
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ruthlesslistener · 1 year
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NAURRRR I NEED LIKE 10 TJOUSAND OF THE DEEP SPACE SCENES FOR MY DESTINY 2 FANDRAGONS HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME
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keo6232 · 1 year
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I'VE NOT BEEN ON IN D2 SINCE WITCH QUEEN RELEASE AND NOW O14 IS CANON WHAT DID I MISS?????????
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rklf001 · 2 years
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my favorite thing is seeing the gamer bros on twitter being mad every week because bungie is using the layouts of lost sectors that don’t exist for a one time playable activity
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driftwoodskeleton · 1 year
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updated destiny 2 yesterday and booted it up today, just to repeat the eternal tradition of me not having a single fckn clue who the hell anyone is or what the fck is going on at any moment 🙃
osiris is doing stuff?
Caital (?) doesn't appear to have any actual control over her people again
there's an elongated Boohbah trying to destroy us??
the traveller has shot trees at the tall boohbah????
and now there's very tall hot ppl on Neptune that we somehow had no idea was inhabited despite it being in our solar system 😭
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lxghtbound · 2 years
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UGH i wish i was around to have seen io and all the other planets
io straight up has some of my FAV soundtracks in the game it’s so,,,,,,,,vibes
going to the lighthouse was so fucking cool bc id never seen mercury before myself either, sometimes i really wish bungie would make a separate game with all the vaulted content, even if it’s an entirely singleplayer experience, or maybe theres just no matchmaking but u can still go in with premade fireteams
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storybrookeofold · 1 month
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• Name: Alba Shelby ♡ Andrina
• Age: 24
• Occupation: Hairdresser
• + Caring, Sweet, Playful
• - Aimless, Childish, Disorganised
• Lives: Pearl Shores
• FC: Grace Van Dein
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nikoisme · 3 months
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actually the fact that odysseus knew he'd be gone for 20 years makes the gears in my brain turn. You kiss your son goodbye knowing you will miss every milestone of his. He will be a grown man and will not remember you. You will be a father only by title. Your wife will lay alone in your wedding bed, she will wake and see the side you've slept on is empty. You won't hold each other for a long, long time. Your parents may not even be there to welcome you back. You know you will return, but the war stretches on and on. Your comrades fall. Your ships are on fire. Your best warriors are nothing but ashes in an urn. But it's eventually over, you can go home. But still, there's more time left. First it's a storm. It's winding up in strange lands. It's hunger. It's temptation. Your men grow weary. You have twelve ships and then you have one and then it's only you on a single timber. You know you will return, but everything has gone so horribly wrong that you can't help but wonder if the fates fooled you. Everyone you know is either dead or are living again. You are the only one stuck in between. Neither dead or alive. You sit on a beach staring out to the sea from the moments the birds sing til the sun dips over the horizon. Every day is the same - you sit on the stones and weep, you trek the shores, during the night you're in her bed. Your skin is cracked and sunburnt, your beard long and tangled, your hair etched with more and more silver hairs. Your eyes are dull, sunken. Your bones ache when you walk, your breath is shorter. The sun rises and sets. The waves wash away your footprints. You are growing old but the island is the same. You are left behind. Your home will change and you won't change with it. In fact, everyone will change, but you will not recognize what's different. Some of the lines under your eyes will be the hauntings of war, while your wife's will be from the sleepless nights of buying you time. You flinch when you see each other. You expected to see someone else, and she expected to see no one at all. You could once hold your boy in your arms, but now it feels like he's the one holding you. The trees in your orchard have grown taller. Some of the houses in your kingdom are empty. The children that sat on your knees now have their own children on their own knees - or they lie dead, by your own hand. Who are you? Who is your son, your wife? You will get to know each other, you will change together eventually. But there will still be something off, like a brick not fitting quite right in the foundation. Off like a living man among the dead, someone who wasn't fated to die, but was supposed to die a long time ago. A dead man among the living. You will not belong, even though you are the father of your son, the husband of your wife, the son of your father, the king of your land. There will always be something missing, something aching.
And you are willing to let it all happen when you lift your baby son from the field, away from the plow.
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