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another Sevika 🫠 down bad

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Move with purpose, and strike with intent.

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Osiris/Saint-14

Reunion

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Shartok, Kell of House Domination, the Brutal Lord

Herein, Shartok dove for Yor'gul. Ripping into her stomach, he tore away one rib, then sharpened it against Zozark’s blows into a jagged sword. Rending free Zozark’s left shoulder with this crude blade, he uprooted its bony plate, snapping what connected it to the god's arm, wielding this as a shield against his immortal foes. Thus did the Kell war with both gods. And despite all odds, Shartok succeeded. Yor'gul and Zozark lay slain, not by murder, but through the Brutal Lord tearing their bones and skulls limb from limb, donning them as armor and crown until both gods lay as nothing short of his wears. Nothing but veins remained. Thus forged threads from these, and Shartok wove a cloak glistening with unspilled blood of the gods. So marched the Brutal Lord, himself dominating the universe in might and strength.

Behold my dude!! Gadrax's adoptive father, and a guy who's trying so hard to be good and do good things but he genuinely believes the answer to all life's problems is murder.

I love Shartok, and he's a horrifying badass!!!

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The prophets scribe and the knights squire 💛💜

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Hello good sir😳

Osiris, vaguely.

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These were made a minute ago, but I was doin some exo anatomy studies and I think these look pretty good, figured I'd add some cuddles to the mix and vwalla- biolights? Body lights? Glowy nodes. Cayde has glowy nodes :)

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Light

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Yeah, he was… somethin'.

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// PREV // PT 2 // PT 3 TBD //

Here’s the next part! Thank you for your patience, these take a lot out of my nonexistent energy, and I’m a slow artist to begin with so yea… not a good combo.

Thank you for all the love Pt 1 got, and I can’t wait to keep telling my funny little story :)

See you starside 💫

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// PT 1 // NEXT //

Aaaaaa this is my first destiny comic!! This is only part one, so this will be continued! Stay tuned :)

This is about Vienna and Cayde’s reunion inside the pale heart, but it will also hold some of their backstory in later parts. Super proud of this, and I hope you’re interested too!

See ya starside 💫

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Exo Failsafe design because she deserves to go on adventures with us <33

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Thinking about... Kissing that old man.

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happy crimson days 👅

based off this banger of an outfit:

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Hi so ummm. My first like… fanfic????? It's about Astral… I don’t Know what it really is but…. Hiiiiiiii….

@darthvaderofmiddle-earth @jadedzer0

The lake lapped at his feet. It wanted more of him.

Everything does.

They gaze out at the setting sun, miles away from the city as he always is. No distractions or the fawning of fool citizens or admiring idiots blinded by their ideal of him. Astral.

He steps further into the lake, its coldness is a mockery of the numb void or the tight stasis he uses. His fingers shake. The stasis stuck to his hands from such rigorous use…clinks like wine glasses. A subtle difference from the noises his jewellery and chains, embedded into his skin, sounds like. An annoying difference that has more than once sent them off the edge.

The water covers his breasts now. The sun is burning on his eye, and their prosthesis is boiling within his skull, such direct and continuous sunlight searing its heat to his bone.

He remembers when the sun's heat was welcomed… at the darkest storms of the Iron Temple. He can recall the nights spent alongside Osiris, practising their light. The sun's heat was far greater in those days, Astral should have cherished it more. Now it is a blister that refuses to heal (if only because they keeps picking at it.)

The lake engulfs them. The silence is like a balm. He finally turns away from the sun and instead looks down at his wrists. Covered in purple ribbons. A very specific purple.

They still remember that day as well. Fallen had attacked the fledgling city and the Speaker had been cornered. The fool. He saved him.

Twas hardly a note-worthy task but Saint-14 had deemed it differently. The ribbons were to show his gratitude, just as the hundreds of lightless had done for him. Though instead of wearing their ribbons proudly as saint-14 had done with his, Astral used them to hide a… secret.

Their chest hurts from the lack of Oxygen. Many other guardians struggled to get past it when they attempted thanonatics. He died choking out into the dead of space from his first resurrection. This is… like a babes swaddle for them. Comforting. Limiting.

He sinks deeper. He looks back to the sun but it's naught but a dying spark. He raises his hands to touch it. The ribbons have lost their colour.

He sinks.

The lake is greedy.

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this came to me in a dream etc