#destiny 2 forsaken

[orangepanda15]

All of them together in their final forms. I am incredibly happy with how all of these turned out

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Destiny + text posts 16/?

[waterdeep]

PRINCE ULDREN SOV in DESTINY 2: FORSAKEN.

Hey, you got a gun I can borrow?

[anactualmoth]

Hey does anyone have that one concept art from forsaken of Uldren holding the ace of spades kinda suggestively? Like sitting down leaning backwards? I need for reference photo reasons 🥺

[098765zzzzzz]

crow accidentally kills cade-6 again in the final shape

[jadeitor-art]

Destiny 2 OCs ✨

Some old OCs back when I used to like Destiny

[lavenderarts]

Sol system's biggest menace for @godhatesrobyn B)

[brontios-helm]

Destiny 2: Downhill Fast

[phantomwarrior12]

Warm Up

She can't get warm.

The chill of Europa lingers after hours in flight. After her Ghost turned up the heat in her ship. After her Solar energy didn't feel like enough.

The Guardian draws her cloak tighter around her shoulders before she steps inside her quarters. She scans the darkened room, listening to the wind whistle against the window.

It sparks a shiver down her spine and she shuffles further inside. The door seals behind her as she makes her way toward the bedroom. A few steps down the hall, she makes out the steady snore of the Crucible Handler.

She's pleasantly surprised to find him sound asleep in their room, his back to the door. Still, the Young Wolf is mindful of her movements - taking care to gather a change of clothes as quietly as she can before heading to the bathroom.

The shower kicking on is louder than she'd like but she begins the process of removing armor reluctantly. Her skin prickles at the exposed air and she is quick to climb into the shower to try and soothe it away.

The water is searing hot but still, it's not enough. She rubs irritably at her arms, willing away the chill but it lingers still.

So, she decides to wait. To hope if she stays inside long enough, she'll warm. Her eyes sag shut as she leans back into the heated spray, heaving a weighted sigh.

This could take some time.

The Hunter loses track of that very thing but at some point, she hears the bathroom door open. Her head lifts, her eyes opening as she looks toward the shower door.

It takes a moment but it rattles open a fraction and her Titan's voice drifts through.

"Are you alright? You've been in here awhile."

Words will not form on her tongue but her Ghost intercedes.

"She can't get warm. We've tried everything."

The door opens a fraction more and his tired form emerges through the steam. He stares at her for a moment, a puzzled furrow to his brow before he steps back, closing the door for a few fleeting seconds before it's reopened and he steps inside.

She straightens a fraction, her own gaze scannimg his features in confusion before he steps up to her. His Light flares around them, Solar adding to the heat of the water as his hands settle along her shoulders.

"We'll warm you," he murmurs, clearly still half awake.

The Guardian starts to argue, to insist he go back to bed but Shaxx guides her closer and she offers no resistance. He positions them both so she's directly beneath the showerhead, his hands beginning to move along stiffened muscle with a Solar flare every few inches. It punctures the cold, bringing a cascade of tingling nerves and twitching muscle but in its wake, there is no chill.

Relief washes over her faster than Shaxx’s hands can and her forehead drops against his chest. Calloused fingers work their way along her shoulders, down her forearms and back up to her spine. He takes care to warm her torso as gently as possible before he speaks again.

"Better?"

She nods drowsily.

"Are your legs cold?"

She hesitates but that seems to be all the answer her Warlord needs. He gently withdraws, forcing her to remain upright of her own accord before he kneels before her.

Her hands grip his shoulders to steady the tired sway of her form before she registers the brush of his hands against her hips. There isn't much room in this shower, least of all like this but Shaxx works quickly to try and warm her up.

She registers a few kisses along her stomach, idle shows of affection as her eyes sag shut. His hands work down her thighs, around her knees and calves. She starts to lurch forward when he reaches her ankles and he barely has a second to catch her before she drops into his lap.

Her arms ease around his neck as she heaves a weighted sigh.

This is warmth…she's missed it.

Shaxx presses a kiss to her shoulder before reaching forward to shut off the water. He hooks an arm around her just before he pushes himself up to his feet. Her legs hook lazily around his waist and he opens the shower door. Stepping out is cautious and slow but eventually, he grabs her towel and binds it around her before setting her on the counter.

"You must let go if you want to get to bed," he teases.

"Comfy right here," she mumbles, already starting to drift off against her Warlord.

Shaxx chuckles softly, trying to dry her off a bit without letting her tip over. It's no easy task.

"Ghost, I could use some help." He says at last and her Little Light transmats her clothes on for her. Shaxx offers a thank you before his own ghost replaces the shorts he was wearing to bed just before he picks the Young Wolf back up.

Her arms tighten around his neck as he carries her to their bedroom.

He has some difficulty getting them both in bed like this - primarily with unhooking her legs from around his waist. At last, the two are settled on their sides. The Guardian snuggles against his chest, their blankets dragged up around her shoulders with Shaxx's arms bound around her, keeping her close.

She can hear the steady thrum of his heart, feel the warmth of his Light coaxing her toward sleep. All would be perfect were it not for how cold her feet are.

She lifts her head a fraction, studying Shaxx in the dim moonlight. He's nearly fallen back to sleep and a subtle smile tugs at the corner of her lips. She readjusts a moment, granting herself enough space to press her frigid feet against her Warlord’s thighs.

He inhales sharply, a growl of disapproval slipping free as his head angles down. "Hunter–" He begins gruffly, tightening his hold on her torso.

She tilts her head innocently and he huffs. His head lowers just before he presses a kiss to her forehead.

"Better?" He questions reluctantly and she can feel a soft surge of Solar against her feet.

She nods, adjusting just enough to kiss him outright. He's annoyed, clearly, but she found it incredibly entertaining. And the Warlord’s frustration seems to falter more the longer she kisses him.

Once the chill ebbs, she pulls her feet back and Shaxx guides her hips closer so she can't do that again.

His head lifts away, pressing a tender kiss along her forehead before she buries her face against his chest.

"Goodnight, dearest."

His voice rumbles above her, a reassurance she is not alone beyond the wall of heat in front of her.

It's easier to drift off; with Shaxx’s hands splayed along her form. With his breath warm against her skin. With his arms keeping her so close, she can hear his heartbeat.

"Thank you, my Titan." She whispers but she receives no response.

Lord Shaxx has drifted off and the Guardian is quick to follow.

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[prince--ofnothing]

Can I interest you in a Baron in these trying times?

Anatomy practice with Fikrul, The Fanatic.

[orangepanda15]

Forsaken icons :). This was the most challenging one yet, for one what is season of the drifter's icon even supposed to be, for two most of these are just so solid on their own that it was difficult to find something to animate. I'm really happy with opulence tho, was my first time trying to animate a non-trivial rotation

[sleepersimulant]

I think Forsaken went something like this for my guardian

[waterdeep]

PRINCE ULDREN SOV in DESTINY 2: FORSAKEN.

Go. Inspire. And avenge your murdered friends.

[deadecho]

Random high thoughts about things that really aren't relevant anymore.

I truly enjoy the end of forsaken. The guns out, cut to black and then the shot sounding. I loved the ambiguity.

I loved being able to have the privilege to sorta think about who my guardian is and if they would actually shoot a man while he's down.

Mine personally wouldn't especially with the whole "What would Cayde-6 do". Considering Cayde is actually one of the most aware of horrifying things he did in his previous resets. Also he obviously wasn't a threat at the time.

But being able to decide that for myself due to the ambiguity was an amazing touch.

[vgosts]

Queen’s Oracle — Michael Salvatori. Destiny 2.: Forsaken.

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The events of Forsaken from Petra's perspective really went like "my friend allowed my friend to kill my friend and go on a further murder spree so me and my friend had to hunt and put him down so that he'd stop killing my friends, but while cleaning up the mess he'd made I inadvertently toyed with a power that only killed more of my friends" and then it only kept getting worse huh