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Fun art trade with @/ZanTitan's (twitter) oc Harriet!

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I'm trying to like. be normal about emotions and shit. but they ain't listening these days man

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Follow-up piece to the quick Nixis redesign for @schniggles

Poor Archon Priest Nixis, devoured on the verge of freedom.

ETA ALERT: @schniggles is posting the fan taken cards!!! go read them because they're fuckin' RAD!

Bonus quick Taken human design keep everything together.

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You are a Human. Tenacious, hardy firstborn of Sol. The earliest kind of creature to write histories of the Earth.

You have been taken.

Rest your feet. Turn your bare head to the sky. No more invaders will come from the black to raze your home, to steal your past and make your children live in fear.

Why have you not died out? What keeps you standing tall? 

This world is yours. Your ancestors’ ancestors’ bones mingle with every patch of earth you step upon. The invaders steal what you might have shared, if they had only asked. But they did not. Now, they will not leave. There are so many of them, and so few of you. There is so little you can do to protect that which you love.

If you cannot be feared singly, you need to be feared together.

There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [shoulder to shoulder].

Take up the knife. Seal it into your bones. Take your new shape.

(Human Taken lore card by @schniggles )

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cayde6/andal and it’s “do you think we’re friends in every universe?” And it’s just me torturing you guys with what if scenarios like, what if Cayde died instead of Andal? What if neither of them died and they got to live for a long time together? What if they met a lot later and were slightly different people by then?

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*platonic smash is acceptable*

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trying to nail down the design of a Light vex collective, for a story I'm cooking up

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5 from the things you said prompts!! i don't have any chars or fandom in mind so its dealer's choice :3

...with the intent to harm // read on ao3

The court is in an uproar. It wouldn’t be so apparent to an outside viewer, but Sathona’s heart beats in tune with the ebb and flow of local politics. She can clearly see unrest in the rush and swirl of the crowd of ministers, the stiff gait of knights changing guard and hushed conversation behind columns. There is something going on, clearly, though she can’t quite put her claw on what exactly. Taox isn’t much help either, only looking at her sternly as she turns her and Xi Ro away at the door.

“We want to wait for Aurash in the harbour,” Xi Ro protests.

Taox doesn’t budge, ushering them further into the hallway with a gesture. “It’s not safe to head out now. Go to the upper floor and wait in the storage room, she will join you there.”

This is a very peculiar request, though Sathona has never been one to outright question Taox’s commands. It’s more of an Aurash thing to do. But now Aurash isn’t here, and Xi Ro is already distracted by her anger, so it falls to Sathona to ask, “Why?”

Taox let her eyes linger on her for a moment too long before speaking. It’s unnerving.

“Because I say so.” She never answers their questions like this. She is their teacher, and a teacher never passes up an opportunity for an explanation. “Now go, and stay there until I come and get you.”

They retreat upstairs obediently (though with considerable offence on Xi Ro’s part), and lock themselves up in the storage. Aurash arrives halfway through their third game of shellpox, sea-wethered and just as confused as the rest of them.

They don’t even finish the round before all hell breaks loose.

It’s only later, when they are fleeing to the harbour, that Sathona realises she couldn’t hear the Helium knights searching other rooms before they barged into theirs. As if they knew exactly which door led to the storage three royal heirs would be hiding in. As if they knew what they were looking for.

She tells this to her sisters as the Osmium Court disappears on the horizon, and that is the beginning of the end.

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Danse Macabre

My submission for @d2artevents Crimson Days 2025 event!

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Random Desnity images I have in my files for ???

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Eris/Toland, 12!

...where everyone could hear

Eris Morn, Queen of the Hive, takes the hand of her betrothed. The light dances prettily on his rings and painted nails, claw-long, orange and green like everything else he is wearing. They would both look ridiculous, really, were it any other setting; but here, with the marble and chitin and the massive rosette window, it strangely fits.

“In body and in spirit, in Sky and in Sword, I pledge myself to you.” Toland grasps her fingers tight. “I vow to honour and worship you, as my god and my queen and my bride.”

His voice is soft, even. The same voice once told her the secrets of the Hellmouth. It’s strange not to be wedded in the way of Guardians, but perhaps that too is fitting for them. Does she even still have a cloak, buried somewhere in the graveyard of her old life? And he has already given her his bond. Was that their true betrothal? In that moment they had been bound closer than they could even now.

They are, instead, wed in the way of the Hive. That is to say: there is a lot of blood and singing involved, and multiple proclamations spoken in verse, symbols and gestures with ancient meanings, and a swordfight at the end, because of course there must be a swordfight at the end. Eris isn’t sure how either of them is going to handle it in a floor-length gown, but she supposes that, if anything, puts them both on equal footing.

Later, there will be other words, more important ones, whispered in private between hushed breaths. There will be confessions and vows. There will be admissions of the secret and the foul, of devotion and folly, of heresy and love.

Here and now, Eris Morn, God of Vengeance, says, “Aiat.”

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You know what's even more ironic? Savathûn presenting the truth and in response Oryx saying "Where is your cunning?"

Savathûn is so back this season gosh. The conversation with Oryx obliterated me. Everything I could've wanted and more. I've long dreamed of a scene where she tells Oryx that the syzygy was a lie, and even tho this is not *exactly* that scene (because this is not exactly Oryx), I dare say that makes it even better. More profound, in a way. Highlights the fact that the True Oryx (who, I also dare say, would actually accept this truth after some consideration) is dead and gone forever and no one will be able to tell him anything ever again, and *this* Oryx is incapable of accepting what his sisters have become when in his mind they are still so much younger and faithful and not disillusioned by the Deep.

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YOU GET ME!!!

Have we ever talked about how much of a Savathûn song Make Me An Offer I Cannot Refuse is? Because I think we should talk about that

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Have we ever talked about how much of a Savathûn song Make Me An Offer I Cannot Refuse is? Because I think we should talk about that

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Things You Said Prompts

… in the dark

… in the aftermath

… under a bridge

… for comfort

… with intent to harm

… in the shade of a tree

… where the water was loud

… out of anger

… out of fear

… when I wasn’t listening

… when I was gone

… where everyone could hear

… where no one could hear

… when I wasn’t meant to hear

… that you regretted after

… when we were afraid

… when we were in danger

… when one or more of us was drunk

… after the storm had passed

… to comfort me

… far away from all of it

… when we woke

… while we slept

… with our bodies and not our voices

… when we were close together

… when the world was ending

things you didn’t say at all

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If you're part of the Destiny fandom, what do you think of Eris and Drifter? Personally, I can't see it, but I see a lot of it here (still don't know why)

What made you ship it?

It’s funny because I started Season of Arrivals with that strong mindset of “don’t let yourself be dragged into another enemies-to-lovers token ship” and then I did just that, let myself be dragged into another enemies-to-lovers token ship. I know I have a type™ (that type being unlikely matches which start as love/hate but then grow into this odd comfort and trust and bonding over partnership and similar experiences), and I just can’t help myself indulging in it, can I.

Tbh this match can be a silly frenzy because haha they’re calling each other names that can be a shade away from flirting, but I do see a deeper connection here, or at least a possibility of it. They are so vividly different on the outside, and bump heads over stupid things, but then a deep conversation kicks in and you start to see these little similarities that grow and grow. They’ve both been hurt and scarred and abandoned, they have trust issues and are paranoid about people dying on their watch, and seeing them rattle each other’s cages about the minor things but have this quiet understanding when it comes to serious business (Whispering Slab loretab my beloved) is a fun dynamic I’ve always enjoyed. I don’t mind seeing that connection as either platonic or romantic, I write them both ways (depending on my mood, mostly), and idk I just have a soft spot for these long-silences-things-unsaid-quiet-understanding relationships in fiction.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

That it’s a slow climb towards trust. I like to think of the growth of their bond (again, either platonic or romantic, both apply), how they start off as *eyeroll* and slowly, slowly crawl towards something that is comradery and understanding and care. How they’re both closed-off and hiding behind masks, and honesty slips through the cracks in little gestures with more than one interpretation, how they don’t realise how much care there is between them until they’re knee-deep in it.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Idk what is an unpopular opinion by now, honestly? I’d say, I see that ship as based on that arduous climb towards trust and comfort and care, little cracks of understanding and vulnerability that shine through more and more. They seem like polar opposities but when shit hits the fan they actually work together in an amazing way you know what BL cutscene I’m talking about huh and are great partners and that gives me these *emotional tickles* inside when I think about it.

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Who Favour Fire

Oryx takes part in the Dawning lantern rite.

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A birthday gift for @the-goldendragon :>