#destiny 2 verse

[pawnshopsouls]

//Found an old Destiny thread with Eliksni!Salem and now I’m thinking about him being on a ship that’s overrun and just defending the younger dregs *viciously*

//He’d fight until he couldn’t and then try to make a deal to keep the youngsters alive

//Hhhh goodness knows how that’ll turn out!

[mando-of-esverr]

//Been thinking about Darius in Destiny and how I'd actually really like an Osiris to take him as his student - not to teach him but maybe to study him, to put him on the right path to avoid becoming Wrathborn again. Bc in one of my ideas, Darius does become a wrathborn, consumed by vengeance over the murder of his father and brother by the forces of the Hive Goddess of war, Xivu Arath. So he goes out to try and root out any Wrathborn or Hive of her broods he can, unwittingly following the very path that gives her strength.

//At the end of the line, I imagine he might become more Wrathborn than himself bc of how much of his mind his vengeance has taken and how much influence of Xivu Arath's cryptoliths would have in changing him without him knowing before it's too late.

//I actually imagine Osiris knowing his father, possibly having worked with him at some point, and having gone out to investigate the Cryptoliths only to find Darius there as a Wrathborn. Little does he know that killing him mercifully doesn't work when one's life is being powered by that of a Wish Dragon, and a father's wish that takes life from another to revive your own.

//Osiris would've learned that firsthand and probably would've been quite alarmed and astonished when Sagira revived him and he found Darius mostly healed through his borrowed Light. Darius would've been horrified upon waking up and finding himself *healed* by another's Light. Fortunately, not even a Wish can take a Guardian's full light and Sagira was able to revive Osiris. But seeing a wrathborn cured and mostly restored from their mutated, mindless form--it must certainly be something worth investigating.

//I

//Have a lot of thoughts about this but I'm not quite sure what to do with them so have them as they are. ><;;

[leerofthevinegaroons]

Father, Son: Memory

@sundanceofapache

The memory of Baribus didn’t move or acknowledge the young man who spoke and wrapped his arms around him. He didn’t hear the soft, heartbroken words or the tears that would’ve otherwise dampened his shoulder. No, he merely gazed down at the tiny, deeply tanned boy swaddled in his arms, the faint bloom of color slowly returning to his cheeks.

But as Mathafew held his father and buried his face in his shirts rough fabric, something in the memory began to change. Baribus still gazed down at the half-conscious figure of the lad’s younger self, but the world around them seemed to shift, moving as if in a slow-motion tornado. Colors swirled around them, transforming the land into a kind of island while hazy swaths of memory passed by, one slowly blending into the next.

But even as they blended together, the tapestry of memory still seemed split. The first half circled nearer to the vanishing ground, starting at the present memory and making its way backwards through Baribus’s first life: Finding and taking Mathafew in as his son, finding and losing his first love, him as a young man learning to sail, then as a boy with his mother on the eve of his father’s final journey.

Above the divide was another set of memories, this time starting with Baribus waking up to a familiar Ghost hovering above him. “You’re alive!” the ghost cried joyfully and pressed itself against the man’s chest. “I knew I’d find you! Ah! I’m so glad you’re alright!” The memory preceded to the next one, Baribus learning his name form his grave marker and naming his ghost “stoat” because that’s what the little machine made him think of with such quick and flinchy movements. 

The memories continued; his journey to the city, his ease at dispatching fallen and other enemies before arriving in the city walls and the two other guardians who’d become his fire team; Leon, a boisterous and enthusiastic solar titan, and Arin, a quiet but perceptive void warlock. If Leon couldn’t drag Baribus out of one of his melancholies, Arin’s gifts could certainly coax him. Thus went the memories—two lengthy tapestries swirling in opposite directions, one whose end swirled into him and the other whose end swirled out.

The man in Mathafew’s arms began to tremble as the two lives pushed against each other. His eyes were closed and he was no longer holding a swaddled boy, but himself as if he were feeling ill. He tried to say something, but his words came out as a pained groan as he leaned forward, one arm holding his gut while the other held his forehead. It seems he had yet to realize another person was present or that their boyish arms were still thrown about his neck.

Such was the pain of beginning life again and having your old life restored to you.

[gayelderstourney]

OLD WOMAN YURI BRACKET ROUND 2

Propaganda:

May Parker/Olivia Octavius:

THE old woman yuri crackship when this gd movie came out just because of Olivia saying "my friends call me Liv" and May calling her Liv when she breaks into her house. remember your herstory

remember when this was a thing

Raven Darkholme/Irene Adler:

when they met one was pretending to be Sherlock Holmes. one of them is disabled (blind). they raised a teenager together and tried to turn her evil. one was fully ready to destroy a country to get the other back.

Ok so I’m not sure if this falls under the looks elderly for raven since she can look however she wants and Irene looks younger since she’s been resurrected but they are old woman yuri to me since these old evil women are so in love it hurts and they raised a daughter together and even more but I have to go to bed now

evil immortal mutant lesbians. what's not to love.

[baede-6]

Every time I play on my warlock, as a Hunter main, whenever I jump, all I can think is "How do I drive this thing?"

It's not even a jump really, it's more like falling with style.

[knightscendant]

—-Our future—-

[shesareb3l]

Some of my favorite Destiny 2 helmets with a slightly alternative look.

[bottleoflemons]

the young wolf, as i live and breathe. i thought she'd died.

[screaming-for-eternally]

The real reason Cayde couldn’t have been saved? It was a Canon Event

[fellfromavent]

I have been busy with artfight and I'd like to show off all my attacks here since I don't think I'll do any more before it's over!

Please click on them to see them in their full glory! I was apart of team vampires and I had so much fun considering this was my first ever art fight!

[mantleoflight]

SW/D2 Crossover thoughts

//Watching the gameplay of Fallen Order and ngl, it really looks like something Echo could really get into.

//Which got me thinking about my SW!Verse with Echo and how she'd probably be on a planet trying to close a breach connecting her system in the Unknown Regions to the Known Galaxy. It's an old, overgrown machine world, something like Treasure Planet. She finds the place beautiful and learns a lot about the Force and how it interacts with the Light. But instead of leaving, she stays there endeavoring to keep the gate closed to keep the Vex from escaping the lobster trap that is her star system.

//Wedge didn't call Sol the seventh ring of the Correlian hells for nothing after all.

//But in her time there, she's come to learn a lot about Light and the Force and though Light is weaker here, she's found that it's Symbiotic with the Force.

//"Light brings life, life brings the Force. We're symbiotic that way."

//In the SW universe, Light isn't as thick and thus not as powerful in the Known Universe. But certain abilities still thrive there. Alas, you can only get certain ability charges once a day, and you have to be careful how you spend the day's Light.

//Gone are the days when Echo could sheld Light into empowering orbs. Now she conserves her Light, storing it Light Packs one ability charge at a time. She can't revive willy-nilly now. If she dies, Whisper only has enough Light for one rezz every 24 hours. Beyond that, it takes three charge packs to revive her after that, and those charge packs don't come cheap.

//Curiously, despite the handicap, swapping her subclasses no longer affects her light charge. Here, the Light is Light and the only thing that matters to it is being used regardless of the shape it takes.

//Darkness is a different story though... Strand is thin but strangely, it flows with the Force like a river following its natural course. The stronger the flow of the Force, the stronger the flow of Strand. It might not be the force itself, but the two flow together like sister forces.

//Stasis, however... something dark congeals around stasis, like gravity compression. The power of it, the need to control... it tightens the world around it like a cramped muscle... and Echo has noticed its chill.

[pawnshopsouls]

Salem-217 ducked under a fallen piece of wing, the sniper shot still ringing in his ears. For once, the young warlock wished he didn’t look so much like his crew—even if it was only his uniform.

“Why don’t they pick on someone their own size?” He complained, trying to see where his attacker was without getting shot again. His head was still aching from the last two times he’d been killed. “Don’t they got anythin’ better teh do???”

Chauncy gave a huff and tucked down behind the fallen wing. He couldn’t risk coming out farther and getting sniped. It was only luck that Salem had fallen half concealed by the rusted wing. But they’d need more than luck to get them out. He gave a hum as he tried to figure out what to do. “I don’t know who’s up there but they’re a really good shot and I’m not sure if they’d listen to a ghost on the other end of the battlefield.” He hummed and looked up at Salem. “You don’t think they kill ghosts, do you?”

Salem pressed against the wing. “I reeeally hope they don’t,” he answered and tried to return some fire.

[quietborderline]

In honor of the birthday, I am again sharing my precious. 🥰

And yet again I want to say: If you now or ever have interacted in any way over the years with this little story of mine, THANK YOU. 😭❤️ I love and appreciate you more than you will ever know. This fic, and the process of actually completing it etc., literally changed my life.

Since finishing it, btw, I have made many small edits. And after way too long a break away from writing at all, there has finally been some fic work happening in the background lately! So I am hoping to continue updating the rest of the series soon. <3

[leerofthevinegaroons]

"Hey Bari!" The pilot knocked once, after he'd already burst through the door into his friend's living quarters at the Tower. A greasy handprint was left behind on the door and another on the handle. Theo didn't look up but was busy using a blue towel to try to scrub the remaining grease off his hands.

The stuff stuck to more than just his hands but also spotted his clothes and his shoes - he was covered almost head to foot in the stuff.

"So I was down with Holaday and y'know how I said we had that clog in the fuel lines and all? Well uh now we need new fuel lines cos it kinda burst and oh boy it's uh...it's a mess..." He moved the towel from his hands to his hair and grimaced as even more was found there.

Finally with a defeated sigh the pilot shoved his ruined towel into an overall pocket and looked up.

The chair nearest the window was occupied not by the guardian, but by a lilac-skinned awoken who had the bluest eyes Theo had ever seen. The pilot blinked and stared. "You're not Bari."

“Stay there, Stoat,” Baribus had said when he left. “Don’t move until I come back.”

That was a hard order to follow. Even as a Ghost he had to move around somewhat. But now with limbs and skin? Stoat was practically bouncing in his seat!

When he heard the door open, the Awoken young man turned in his seat and beamed at the pilot.

“Theo!” he cheered, jumping from his seat, only to trip and fall flat on his face on the plush floor rug.

“Owwww! Ow ow ow, that hurt,” he said, holding his face as he knelt up awkwardly. “I forgot I can’t just zoom anymore. I’ve gotta use my legs.” The young man then looked up from his spot on the rug and grinned again. “Hi Theo!”

[brittleskyblue]

Was rewatching a couple things from Arrivals for fic purposes, and I'm reminded that Ghost got possessed *twice* during that season and we just... never talk about it?? Like come on, I know it's certainly not the last time it happened (*points to Lightfall*), but I wish we could have at least gotten a lore tab.

[assimilatedhardship]

/ honestly one of my favorite things about Destiny is that it's the most cheerful, fun, silly game while simultaneously being the most sad, depressing, soul crushing game in for me probably the whole franchise.

I could argue Legendia is close, but Legendia usually gets through it and comes out on the other side and returns to sunny and happy. there's a lot of hope and sunshine after all the pain. some of it is emotionally grueling (Moses and Jay's sidequests were several knives in the gut honestly regardless of how they ended), but it always ends in hope and seeing the good in the situation.

Destiny doesn't really get that. all the sunny and cheerful aspects kinda just get crushed along the way and I think that shows most prominently in Stahn himself. he is the cheerfulness, the silliness, the happiness; but when things get worse and worse he starts to get angry, aggressive, and hotheaded. he starts to lose that purity and goofiness he started with.

the game doesn't end every scenario like Legendia - hopeful and looking toward a bright future. most scenarios end up with a huge fucking gut punch to reality, as if to contest Stahn's childish and naïve view of the world at the game's start. Stahn reacts accordingly, and it's always so emotionally raw.

I think it's also something about Stahn himself for me - seeing that happy, genuine, pure guy who really does actually see the best in everything be crushed under the weight of that. there was no way he was coming out the same person he went in as. seeing him struggle and suffer just feels a lot more painful than it does with a lot of characters for me.

like, obviously I write Yuri and he had a lot of weight on him, but he already knew the world was shit before he went out into it. Stahn just went out there very goofily and ignorantly, knowing really nothing about the world outside of his happy little farm town. he walks out having lost so much and in so much pain. and of course, if you came to love the cast at large, it hurts even more outside of just a zoomed in on Stahn lens (NOT A PUN NOT A PUN!!! but it can be. if you want. just for you).