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Are you leaving tumblr?

Hey! It’s just that I’m finding myself visiting tumblr less and less, and I don’t have any inspiration on things to write for Destiny. I’ve stopped playing Destiny for a while already. I have thought about expanding and writing about different things though, as I’ve been into Monster Hunter a lot over the past months, and DnD always gets me creative. 

If I ever do get back to posting, it won’t happen for a while.

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Probably my last tumblr post, cheers people!

Best quality : His Wiggles

Bonus “Editing wizards ONLY” version >HERE<

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The Complaint

Zavala slapped down a dark blue folder onto the table between him and another Titan.

“Explain this.”

Noventus-2 rubbed his chin as he read the contents within the folder.

“Ah… this is the complaint from Hayden’s mother. I taught the kids how to play capture the flag.”

“Voice loss? Bloodied and muddied clothes… war paint? Those shouldn’t be a part of any childrens game,” Zavala sighed. He leaned over on the table with his elbows, rubbing his temples..

“Psychological warfare. Mud for camouflage, pigs blood and war cries to shock the enemy. Also, capture the flag isn’t a game. It’s war,” Noventus responded.

Zavala’s eyebrows slowly shifted upwards from a frown and he stared at the Titan. He made a mental note to check with Shaxx later.

“Go and clean up any mess the children have made as a result of that ‘war’. I think you owe the parents an apology as well.”

“I’ll clean their clothes as if it were my own armor.”

Zavala collected the folder from the Titan and stamped it, turning around to file it away.

“And Titan, next time give me a heads up before you go teaching them anything else.”

Noventus failed to suppress a snicker, which appeared to be a mistake as Zavala snapped his attention back to the Titan. Noventus cleared his throat.

“I may have also taught them hide and seek.”

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The Sniper’s Truth

Why do I stick to my rifle, you ask?

There’s always the Light, you say.

But Light can be tainted. You and I both know the legends of the Thorn… and of the Rose. Nobility twisted into cruelty. And now there are whispers of shadows. Shadows that follow the path of that darkness.

I can tell you of the feeling of wind caressing your body, sweeping your cloak back as you wait for the perfect shot. The sparkle of satisfaction and pride as you make a clean kill after hours - days, even, in the dirt.

But what I’ll tell you is my truth.

The Light is our crutch. I’ve seen enough Guardians that have grown too reliant on it.

Night will fall. And when it does, fire and steel will be the only light I need.

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There was even a mission in D1 where the fallen didn’t attack you if you didn’t attack them

nagunkgunk, I'm so upset! I just played that Nessus mission where you free the Eliksni from the Vex prison, and I'm so disappointed that Bungie made them instantly hostile. Why couldn't we have just freed some good bugs without having to kill them D:

bungie plz

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It’s okay ya’ll, he revived me and he’s proud :>

bonus:

#worth

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Our salvation lies ahead of us. Go forth. There is nothing left to leave behind.

here’s the Titan for you, finally had a chance to get this done :) 

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The Collector

Rain fell from the sky seemingly in sheets, drowning out almost all noise and blurring the Baron’s vision. Rinok was covered by shadows, calmly following one of the Guardians with her eyes. She had been following it for several miles, observing and recording it’s actions, abilities, and purpose for being in the field. Her territory.

Rinok held a scorch cannon in her claws, a notch in it for every Guardian she had slain. Her most prized trophy hung from her shoulders, a black cape stained with blood. However, this Guardian had a trophy the Baron absolutely desired. As the Guardian turned around to face in her direction, Rinok’s bloodlust nearly caused her to sprint from the shadows and rip her prey apart.

“Not yet! It’s still too wary.”

The helmet worn by her prey had one lens in the place of where an eye would be. It was constructed with metal, and had a square-like extension in the area of the upper face, where it was most armored. Lights pulsed from the top to the back, and Rinok could see that the pulses continued into the interior.

“What does it see in there? What are those lights? Ether?”

A pang of hunger shot through the Fallen. Ether rations were at an abysmal amount due to the heavy losses over the recent years, and now the Cabal had forced her kind into a desperate alliance. She pushed past her hunger with an angry grunt.

A crude jaw piece painted with rows of sharp, dagger-like teeth gave the helmet a primal look, as if it could open its maw to devour enemies whole. Scratches were littered on the helmets surface, and paint peeled off in multiple areas.

“Absolute beauty.”

Two smaller figures followed the Guardian. One was injured, hobbling and holding onto the bigger human for support. Rinok chuckled. This would be easy. She called her skiff.

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Aiden had a terrible feeling in his gut. The hairs on his neck raised, and even with his armor’s temperature control he couldn’t help but shiver in the rain. Behind him, two refugees followed. They were almost back to the tunnels.

Warnings flashed on his HUD, and he cursed.

“Skiff inbound, they’re onto us,” warned Benji. The Ghost was cloaked in what little Light it had left, and resurrection was not an option. Not anymore.

“Guide them to the tunnels, I’ll handle the Fallen.”

“We should st-”

“Not an option! I’ve made it through worse than this, you know that,” Aiden replied through comms. His helmet projected the path of the Skiff, and highlighted a route through the ruins around the group to a better fighting position. As he raced up into the second floor of a building, the Titan saw cloaked figures drop to the ground, the hostile tracking program on his helmet scrambling into uselessness.

“Great, just what I needed.”

He searched for the Fallen through the sights on his auto rifle, but the rain made it nearly impossible to find any distinguishable target, nevermind a cloaked one. Aiden’s swept his vision over the street directly in front of him. A lone brick moved, and his rifle spewed three bullets around it. Blood splattered onto the road, flowing down the hill with the rain. Hearing the revving of Arc spools to his right, Aiden turned from the window and plowed through the wall just as bolts tore into the building. The Skiff had circled around. The Titan dropped through a hole into the first floor, onto an unsuspecting Dreg. Jabbing the rifle into another Fallen, he sprayed into it before spinning and bashing a Vandal’s skull inwards with the stock. He let go of the rifle, letting it sling around his shoulder and grabbed both the dead Vandal and a grenade from its hip, activating it and dropping it between him and the rest of the Fallen. Aiden leaped backwards, the explosion propelled him farther down the hallway and into another room. Snapping his sidearm into his hand, Aiden fired blindly down the hall before running out of the building, just to see the Skiff greeting him with another volley of Arc bolts.

Escape routes flared up on the helmet’s screen, and the Titan took off before the bolts slammed against the ground. He ran through the debris, sliding under a fallen wall that vaporized as he passed it. Bursting through the rotten wood of another building, Aiden could feel the exertion and exhaustion in his muscles overtaking the adrenaline. Another reminder of being Lightless. He flipped over a heavy table, blocking most of the hole he made, and stepped back.

“Benji should have made it to the tunnels by now. I need to lose these guys before I run out of ammo...”

The ammo counter on his rifle read 17.

“17 shots.”

The Titan frowned, and prepared to double back when-

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Rinok smashed her scorch cannon into the frail floor, firing into the room below her. The rocket’s blast flared upwards, sending her toppling down onto the ground floor. As she landed, she cast aside the cannon and unsheathed her shock blades. Her prey lay on the floor, and looked at her in a daze. The Baron pounced. Her head snapped to the right as a wooden plank splintered across her helm, she felt her right arms stab into the ground and a vise-like grip clamp down on her left upper-arm. Snarling, Rinok dropped her right blades and blocked the incoming blow from the Guardian’s left fist. Now grappling, her left lower-arm stabbed into the Guardian’s side as it’s helmet unhinged its jaw, a blinding fl-

A piercing howl filled Rinok’s hearing, her vision trembled as the sound increased and blood leaked from her ears. Even with her helm’s sound dampening, the ear-shattering noise threatened to split her skull apart. Her vision snapped backwards suddenly, and the Baron realized the front of her face had broke from a headbutt from the Guardian. Flailing wildly, she slashed out and scrambled backwards. The howling stopped, but the damage was severe. Stumbling, bleeding, grunting, Rinok stared down her foe.

The Guardian was clutching it’s right side, where blood flowed freely down onto the it’s greaves. She noticed it’s left fist trembling, and saw blood dripping down from the forearm.

She laughed in the Guardian’s face.

You will die here.

Her opponent lunged forwards at her, and Rinok threw her last blade directly at the Guardian. As it swerved to her right, the Baron ripped her cloak off and threw it to conceal her next move. She leaped into the air as the Guardian attempted to dodge the cloak, slamming her knee into it’s chestpiece. She grabbed on with her four arms, and laughed again. The shockgun built into her knee pad fired. The scent of burnt flesh filled her senses. She let the body fall. Rinok felt her own helm, cracking, hissing, and crumbling. Kneeling down, the Baron plucked her trophy from the corpse. Rinok wiped away the blood from the inside of the Guardian’s helmet.

She smiled.

Perfection.

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The lone Ghost silently floated over the cold body.

His eye slowly blinked before looking up, away.

The rain fell in sheets, drowning noises.

He looked back to his Guardian.

The body lay still, cold.

Bloody footprints led out.

A cold trail.

He followed.

Hungrily.

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LAST GUARDIAN STANDING

Titan:

Warlock:

Hunter:

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“Don’t look at me, you were the one who pushed her”

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play of the game!

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The Sentinel

“You are the wall against which the Darkness breaks.”

Naomi repeated the old adage of the Titans endlessly in her mind as the Cabal pounded on her fireteam’s defenses. She was a Defender, and would have to stand strong against all odds. Even when outnumbered by the hundreds. Sand sprayed everywhere, creating a dust storm lit by the rain of slugs and microrockets aimed at the Guardians.

“You are the wall ag-

"How can we live if I do not move!?"

The voice inside her head screamed out, clashing against the gunfire. Her fireteam had retreated as far as they could, and now their backs were to the wall. Their Light diminished ever so slowly, yet constantly. The Cabal did not recklessly push forward, but rather bombarded the Guardians until they either died or retreated. No one had died their final death. Yet.

A click from Naomi's gun dropped her heart into her stomach. Jax-3 and Tojr were low on ammo, and now she was the first to run empty. She clenched her jaw as she ducked back into cover, narrowly avoiding a salvo of slugs on her end of the barricades. Their Ghosts had gone quiet, and the only words exchanged between the Guardians were curses.

"I am the wall."

Naomi knew the problem that Defenders had long before this fight, that their immobile Ward meant that they would always need to position themselves at the front. Always.

It had been a small mistake. They were reinforcing another fireteam inside a Cabal base when she thought she saw a downed Guardian. Naomi ran over to the body to check for vital signs. Next thing she knew, she was thrown through the air, her ears ringing, until she slammed into the wall behind her. Her Ghost quickly healed her wounds but that was all the time needed by the Cabal to leap into the field and suppress her team.

"And now my friends will die. Because of me."

Tears welled in her eyes. She could do nothing. No ammo. No retreat. Her Ward of Dawn would grant them more cover, but it would only delay the inevitable. She needed a weapon.

Naomi focused her Light, channeling it through the Void. She had heard whispers of a shield forged from the body of a powerful Vex, infused with the Light of a Titan. There were far more voices that scoffed at the legend.

"Can I make a shield from just Light?"

She heard her friends say something, along with the silence from their weapons.

"I must."

The Titan shot out from her cover towards the Cabal, Void Light rippling across her torso. The other Guardians shouted, and ran after her. All that Naomi could see was a shield, a mighty aegis that would not only repel the Darkness, but crush it.

The Cabal aimed at the Titan in front.

Naomi roared, summoning her Light outwards.

A blinding flash ripped away her vision, but Naomi stood her ground. As her eyesight slowly returned, Naomi saw her aegis along with every slug, every micro-rocket, and every grenade thrown her way eaten by the Void. The Titan roared again, pushing forward. Orbs of Light spewed uncontrollably from her. As soon as the gunfire relented, Naomi threw her aegis into a Centurion and watched as it ricocheted across the enemy, sending them into the Void. Behind her, a gun ignited, and a storm was called.

"I am the wall against which the Darkness breaks."

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The Birth of Thunderlord

Bone, flesh, and armor were crushed together under the Knights as they marched forward.

Light seemed to flow towards them as their swords cleaved through both Guardians and Ghosts.

But in the beginning, he knew the end. The Titan had witnessed the Great Disaster long coming in one of the innumerable fractals in time and space with Lakshmi-2.

No one had listened.

Screams were cut short as the ground trembled and quaked from the advancing Knights. The swarm of Hive surged forward, devouring every bullet and every ounce of Light His fellow Guardians threw at them. It would not matter. Few would survive this night.

His hands worked on the third weapon he would painstakingly craft that night.

The first helped them stem the tide. When the Thralls scrambled over the craters and from their caves, they were rendered into nothing but a memory by the torrent of void spewed from his gun. But then, the Witches rose from the dark. And night fell.

The second holds the line, fire and metal ripping into the unrelenting wave. It had banished the Witches, the flames searing into their ragged robes and drowning out their screams. The sea of fire met the sea of death and neither gained ground. Waves pushed forward and receded, the tides of battle in a trance of constant motion. Next, the Knights summoned their shields - and the inferno was contained. Now, the fire merely burnt the ground before the horde. The embers flickered ever so smaller.

The third would buy them the future. His hands worked as fast as they could, wires and metal snapping into place. Dust kicked up around him as the front dwindled backwards. He would not survive this night, but he knew who would. He knew what would. As the fire finally died, snuffed by the thousands of Hive, the Titan could hear the hum of his legacy. The Titan stood, his back straight, gaze set on the sea of death. Lightning jumped between his knuckles, crackling as he leveled the gun.

And from the Thunderlord shot out the spark of hope.

(Photo credits: wabbajacked on DeviantArt (https://www.deviantart.com/art/Thunderlord-513746490))

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It gets easier every day.

You just have to keep going.

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Operation Babydog

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