#Destiny Au

[emmster]

Cropped version of something 👀

[king-psycholyze]

My finished piece for the Destination Unown Zine (@destinationunownzine) featuring my Destiny 2 AU ! I had a lot of fun working on this. Also a big thank you to all of our buyers ! ✨

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

In the face of recent news about our beloved Destiny, I think it’s more important than ever for us as a community to come together and support each other in numerous ways.

It’s been a very hard week for all of us, especially those who lost their jobs and outlet for their passion in mass lay offs. Losing a position that allowed you to craft magnificent stories alongside some of the most ambitious people in the gaming industry, especially in worrying economic circumstances, must be excruciating to deal with and I wish the best for all those laid off from Bungie.

For us fans, it hurts more than anything to see the game you care so much for get put in headlines for how little that care is shared amongst the people responsible for making decisions on it. I’ve been into Destiny since it first dropped, making it the love of my life for nearly two-thirds of my whole existence , and to hear about how it’s just another product to be sold when it’s everything and more to me is just despairing. I wanted to become a writer and concept artist to create a game for others that made them feel as cared for as I did when I played Destiny and now I’m sitting here seeing all the people who helped foster that feeling be treated as another expenditure.

It’s awful, a lot of us are feeling really uninspired and betrayed at the moment, not sure we even want to see what will happen to this masterpiece of a game in the hands of the current executives. We are also dearly missing the developers, artists, writers, and more who made Destiny more than a fps looter shooter.

But it is times like these where we are torn and confused that we must uplift one another and not let the bitter taste of Bungie’s actions make us speak with hostility. This is not about decisions on whether to support Bungie or the actual game, but about refocusing on what truly makes Destiny enjoyable to so many.

Its world is immersive with care put into every story and that clearly shows in just how eager fans are to create masterpieces for it. It was never playing the game or the notoriety that kept me coming back for more, but the joy of creation I could share with others.

It stings to see a disinterest in nursing the potential of the Destiny universe from the executives with motivations other than monetary gain, but when the executives won’t care, we can. There are still employees at Bungie who adore their work and we can continue to support them by speaking up against horrible industry practices and show that we won’t abandon their efforts to make Destiny what it is.

Make ocs, write fanfictions, follow the former employees wherever they go, draw til your heart is overflowing, join Discords, roleplay, share headcanons, create aus with friends, do whatever keeps Destiny alive and flourishing for you!

Destiny will never die to me, even when it’s long forgotten and the servers shut down, because Destiny made me who I am and I intend to repay that gift an infinite amount of times over. The characters and universe will be alive and well to me until I die, regardless of the fate of the game and Bungie.

So go out and prove that Destiny’s themes of the power of community and hope are more than just morals behind a screen, that they are life changing messages that we will carry on despite hopeless news!!

Reblog charming artists, message people about ships you enjoy, leave questions and tags that contribute to conservations, write essays about what Destiny means to you!!

My messages and inbox for questions are always open if anyone would like to talk (I’m trying to get better at answering them, even if they are months late)! You are all welcome here and I want to start reblogging and liking more freely even if those things scare me sometimes!

We can decide our fates and we can decide the fate of Destiny’s presence in our lives as well! We can choose to care when others won’t and refuse to make our enjoyment debatable!! In troubling times, we should be able to reach out into the dark and find hands to hold onto tight!!

[x-galactic-star-x]

Can we have a Au where its behind the scenes in Destiny2?

like-

Cayde: *trip over the camera cable at the stairs and fall on his knees*

Guardian: Oh shi- *Laugh* ya good?

Cayde: *on his hands and knees then turn around and sit down on the stair step laughing* I just got back and i already have trouble with my legs!

people on set: *laughing*

Ikora: maybe try to not hurry next time-

[screaming-for-eternally]

Mutliverse of Caydness

Welp, time to update this old thing. Will reblog more if it becomes neccessary. Eliksni Cayde During the fight with Riven, Wolf accidently subconsciously wishes for Cayde back. Riven grants said wish, the catch is that he revived as an Eliksni To make a long story short, he ends up 'employed' by Spider, suffers, becomes buddies with Crow, finds his own crew, ditches Spider for Europe, joins up with Misraaks and HoL, becomes a captain, and reunited with Wolf. Among other things. Reverse Forsaken Cayde Wolf dies in Forsaken instead of Cayde. Cayde goes off the deep end, even worse than Wolf.

ghost Cayde Lowercase g. Becomes a ghost and starts haunting Uldren, who's the only one who can see him. When he dies and comes back as Crow, he ends up haunting him too, but ends up being more of a mentor than anything. Commander Cayde Zavala and Ikora are killed during the Red War, and a emotionally crushed and guilt ridden Cayde is forced to take up the reigns as Commander and sole remaining Vanguard Time Travel Cayde After an alternate bad ending to TFS, Cayde is sent back in time to unfuck the timeline and is determined to save as many people as he can. One of the highlights of this AU is Cayde going full "Company is coming" on the Tower as he desperately tries to pretty it up for when the Neomuni visit about an alliance so they don't all look like a bunch of lunatics SPOILERS FOR TFS BELLOW THE CUT

Wolf's Ghost Cayde Can go two ways One is that Cayde's attempt to save Ghost at the cost of his own life backfires. Instead Cayde ends up taking over Ghost's shell, leaving Ghost well and truly dead. Wolf is distraught and crushed, and can't bring themselves to talk to Cayde. Cayde for his part is equal parts guilt ridden over Ghost's death, sad that he didn't get to die and go back to the Guardian afterlife, all in all these two aren't having a good time

[brokenpieces-72]

Clean Slate

Inspired by @emmster 's destiny x cod comic and art. The story includes my cod OC Paloma Vascoe, you can read more about her in Navigation. I have plans for a continuation so I hope y'all enjoy.

"HOLY SHIT!!"

Johnny hasn't been in the vanguard for more than a few minutes when he hears a shout and has armoured arms wrapped around him.

"STEAMIN JESUS!" He yells. Before he can ask his ghost what the hell is happening, he's turned around by his attacker hugger, and sees a shorter guardian, with their hood still up, wide-eyed and smiling.

"You're here! They woke you up!" The female guardian says excitedly. Johnny smiles.

"Yeah, they did." He says matching her excitement, before dropping it quickly. "...who the 'ell are you?"

The guardian gets a look of realization on her face, slight disappointment mixed in. "Oh... right. Forgot about that."

"Care to explain instead of leavin mae in the dark?" Johnny asks. The female guardian's ghost comes up next to her, looking different than his own. Johnny's own ghost speaks up.

"Some guardians we've learned have been finding memories of their past on their person, like photos and journals. I believe Marco may know you from the past." The ghost explains.

"Spot on actually. She was looking at a photo of you before running up." The other ghost confirms.

"So ya know my real name?" Johnny asks crossing his arms. Why couldn't his past self have a journal or some photos? The guardian, he guessed was Marco, nods. Odd name for a girl, but hey who could he judge.

"Johnny "Soap" MacTavish I believe. I only have a photo with some names and a half filled journal. Still, just finding a small piece is amazing." Marco says, excitement still in her eyes. Man how old was she? Then again, he had only been revived recently so age was probably irrelevant. He wouldn't read too much into that.

"The ell kind of name is Soap?" His ghost asks. Rude.

"Just fer dat, I'm callin ya Soap now." Johnny says. Marco snickers.

"I'll let you head inside the tower, I need to return to my fire team. Oh! When you're done, come find us. They'll want to see you." With a final quick hug, the guardian runs off again excitedly, doing a couple of hops and skips along the way. She was... a character.

Johnny heads into the vanguard tower.

.................

Johnny leaves his small room, stretching and yawning. He needed a nap after the crazy first day. Man was this what it was like to be born? Waking up with no knowledge, and then being thrown into a whole world you're unfamiliar with. Yep, that sounds about right. Not sure if a gunfight, a small companion and fighting some weird aliens was something babies did though. That and having weird magic abilities.

Before he found a room, he ran into Marco again, who understood his desire for rest. Again she insisted on him meeting with her and her fire team afterwards. Johnny asked Soap if there was a way to find Marco, and thankfully he did. The last thing Johnny wanted was to wander around with only his ghost to guide him. Human interaction was a strong desire, well, humanoid. Turns out Marco had left Soap a checkpoint to meet at.

Johnny glances at the other guardians, civilians, and droids roaming around the city. This was all very strange. Something in the back of his mind told him everything wasn't the way it was, but he couldn't recall what it was supposed to be like. Thankfully he spots Marco looking around for him. When she notices him she waves with a friendly smile. Johnny looks at his ghost who just looks back, with no real expectation of a response. He comes over.

Marco smiles and gives him a pat on his back as she leads him through the streets. "How was your nap?"

"Fine. Bloody starvin'." Johnny says.

"My team is getting food right now, so its on us. Hope you like asada."

"Hope so too." Johnny comments. She chuckles, taking him to a small restaurant where there are plenty of guardians sitting at tables and the bar. Johnny felt a little more comfortable, finding the location familiar in a way.

"Come on." Marco says, nudging him forward to follow her. She led him to the bar where he spots two male guardians, with one giving a large grin while the other guardian seemed to be lecturing him.

“Guess who found something rarer than any engram!” Marco says excitedly sitting down with the two guys. They both look at her then over her shoulder to see Johnny. The Titan stands and smiles wide at Johnny.

“Soap? No puedo creerlo. Good to see you.” He says, clasping Johnny on the shoulder. “Alejandro Vargas. This is my second in command Rudolfo Parra.”

The warlock raises a hand in a wave. The two seemed more seasoned than him and Marco.

“Call me Johnny.” Johnny says trying to be friendly.

“Sit, sit.” Alejandro offers. Thank god he was starving. Food was served and they all get to talking. As Johnny starts to finally get his head wrapped around everything, its like a messy ball of yarn. The three guardians talk to him like an old friend, asking him questions about what's been happening so far. Not much to say since he's only been awake for a few days. Still, they listen and give him a chance to explain everything. Any questions he has, Marco pulls out a journal and pen, directing him through creatures, hierarchies, and planets. Johnny finds himself adding to it, as he mentions what he's found in the last few days. Alejandro and Rudolfo provide any corrections. Johnny also gets some food and drink. The colour of his drink makes him uneasy, but Marco offers to try it herself. They end up doing the link arm thing as they sip. Not sure what's in it, but it puts out the heat of the spicy food they get. Johnny has to admit, he feels more comfortable asking these questions with Marco and her team than he thought. He'd never admit it but Ikora was kind of intimidating. Reminded him of someone but couldn't recall.

"So what bout this photo?" He finally asks, after learning about the Iron Age, which was when Alejandro and Rudy were revived. Apparently, Marco woke up much later and found Alejandro and Rudolfo some time after being awake. Details she would tell him more about later.

Marco takes out another journal, this one much older, with aged and cracked leather bindings, and yellowed pages. She flips through until she finds the photo, and takes it out to show him. The two lean in and Johnny finds a photo of himself, Alejandro, Rudolfo, Marco, a man in a skull mask, a guy with darker skin and a cap, and a bearded man with a boonie hat. The photo tells him his story or at least the tip of it. He was alive a very very long time ago. He was a bit more clean-shaven. And he was in the military, seeing military vests and weapons on him. Rudolfo and Alejandro looked younger as did Marco but not by much. Johnny turns the photo over and sees names scribbled on the back, matching up to the people in the photo. There he sees the name Marco gave him. Holding the photo and reading the names it's like recalling characters of a game he's only heard about. Who was he? What did he do? How did he die? Did he die because he was in the military? Did he hurt people? Were the other men revived?

A hand is on his shoulder and another is on the photo. Johnny hadn't noticed his breathing going unsteady, his leg bouncing or his heart racing until Marco settled it.

"Guardian? You okay?" Soap asks. Johnny just nods. Marco carefully tugs the photo out from under Johnny's hand. A glass of water is set down in front of him by a robotic bartender. Johnny waves, gesturing appreciation. Marco keeps her hand on his back making small circles to comfort him. The photo could be overwhelming. It had been for Alejandro and Rudolfo. After a few sips Johnny settles, taking the photo slowly.

"...Yer name is Marco?" He asks, looking at Marco. Not the first question she expected. Marco nods though, a little confused.

"The photo says you have a different name." He points out.

"Aquí vamos." Rudolfo says, taking a long sip of his drink. Alejandro pats Rudy on the shoulder, smiling.

"Shut up." Marco says with a smile before turning back to Johnny. "I think my name is Marco. And there's a few theories I have."

Alejandro and Rudolfo order more food, and chime in as Marco explains her theories about her past life. The first one isn't farfetched. Marco explains she still had dog tags when she was revived, holding them out where the name Marco is engraved. In the photo her name is listed as Paloma "Sunny" Vascoe. The last names are the same so she thinks maybe she was trans or identified as a boy but never had her dog tags changed or the wrong name was written on the photo but not on her tags. Right now though she goes by she/her.

"Could see it." Johnny says considering the idea. Alejandro thinks it's untrue, but isn't about to get into a long discussion about gender and whether it would transfer to reincarnation or revival.

"The second theory is loco." Rudy comments.

"Whats the second?" Johnny asks.

"I have a twin." Marco says.

"It's never twins!" Rudolfo argues. "If you were a twin, then there should be another one of the you walking around by now."

"You don't know that!" Marco retorts.

"So you think you have a twin?" Johnny asks, his tone very clearly siding with Rudolfo. "How would that work if you're female, the photo shows you as a female, and the name you're wearing is masculine?"

Marco gives him a look, trying to think of a counter argument. All she comes up with is, "things happen on the battle field, maybe we switched dog tags for luck."

"Nice try Mija." Alejnadro says patting her on the shoulder.

"So more than likely your real name, is the one on the photo?" Johnny asks.

"I'm just used to Marco now, it's what I was calling myself when I woke up, it's what I've been going by for a while. Sunny says the same, that my real name is likely Paloma." Marco/Paloma admits, gesturing to her Ghost.

"Johnny...sounds weird calling you that." Alejandro says.

"Maybe we just call you Soap instead." Marco comments.

"You need help around, just come find us. We'll be around and will help you with raids and missions if we can." Alejandro offers. Johnny was glad to hear it.

"Help mae with another drink?" Johnny asks.

The rest of the night and into the morning a little the four stay up talking and drinking. There was so much yet to come for them, more than any of them were going to be prepared for.

.......................

Johnny with his ghost Soap and Paloma with her ghost Sunny hide away, taking shelter. They were separated, sore, and weak. Their Ghosts are barely able to stay floating, unable to revive them, and the traveller's light cut off... they both think about that night when they all met and many others. All they can do is hope and pray. Hope and pray their friends were still alive. Hope and pray they haven't lost their light.

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[lordsireno]

Drew some new art as a bonus to the info dump XD

Church has opinions on Tucker's new son. He's small for quite sometime, then after spending time with other friendly Eliksni Junior eventually gets to the size of a captain.

Church doesn't really 'get' he's an Exo, he just thinks he's a ghost in a robot body.

And Simmons almost went full Dissociative Exomind Rejection (DER) on discovering his Exo bits, but he legit just got to frustrated with the other Reds not caring about his life changing situation that he just, got over it.

[kirakuudere1]

emo crow

[ysay-art]

Not By Choice

For @papabirdurskeks.

[amazeingartist]

[Destiny 2 AU]

sketch might be hard to read (and also bad) but yeah. smile

[momoko-sugoi]

"Eyes up guardian"

[emmster]

Group shot in the market district

[rabbit-rays]

image id: a digital painting of my destiny oc, the wolf at the door, a large creature with a skull-like head and a neck made of winding tendrils. she is leaping into the air as a glowing harpoon pierces her through a glowing gold heart at the center of her chest. behind her head is a black hole, surrounded by glowing orange rays, and below her feet is the traveler, with a large chunk torn out of it and its surface cracking. end id.

best way to kill the unkillable is to tether her to a dead sun

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

Looking for Destiny Lore Mutuals!

Greetings everyone! My name is Itboss and this is my first post after running a blank „observing from the sideline“ tumblr blog.

After a long battle against the internal fear of being judged and yearning for a community space, I’ve finally decided to come on here and try to make Destiny mutuals!

I’ve been playing the game since I was a young child and I’ve ADORED it’s lore SO MUCH! It has truly defined me as a person and I am utterly in love with it. Though I have been playing on and off over the course of the decade and am currently on a break from playing, my love for it has never left and in light of the recent issues that have happened at Bungie, I want to honor the work done by the wonderful creative individuals at the company by talking about Destiny and making pieces of fan media! I don’t know every little piece of lore, but I sure would love to!

If anyone would like to bond over the lore, OCs, theories, AUs, ships, or anything of the sorts (I‘m an artist and a writer!), I am more than open (going without yapping about this game for 2 minutes drives me up a wall) and would love to form friendships over this game! My specific interests are the hive, vex, the Witness, its disciples, the Traveler, the Veil, and psions, but I will absolutely consume every square inch of Destiny‘s story with room for more.

That is all for now and if you are interested, or know of things like Discord servers, my inbox is welcoming! I look forward to finally being free of the fear of being cringe and not holding back how the lore has consumed my life!

[x-galactic-star-x]

I saw your actors Au and it gave me the idea of the Guardian accidentally calling Cayde dad during a shoot, only to Become so flustered that they try and runoff. Cayde proceeds to chase after them.

(Sorry if this seems weird)

i would say anyones Guardian would be camon in this AU so that could be legit xD

Director: ok we take five minute break then start again!

Cayde: welp. alright then! Guardian! we goin to get some food in ya! i know you havent eaten propely!

Guardian: *rolling their eyes as they take their helmet off* Whatever dad-

Cayde:

Cayde: did you just call me dad?? *excited*

Guardian: 😳😅 no- *backs away embarrased ready to run*

Cayde: oi- where are you goin?? *follow after with a grin*

Guardian: *Breaks into a run*

Cayde: *runs after the guardian with joy* COME BACK IM SO PROUD OF YOU!

[screaming-for-eternally]

Sacrifice Denied A Destiny AU Short Story TFS Spoilers under the cut

Wolf cradled Ghost’s shell, watching and focusing on the blue eye blinking on once more. Trying to focus on only that. Anything other than Cayde… It had been his choice. He said as much himself. He just hoped he would be happy back with Sundance. That he had gone home. That-. Wolf’s thoughts were abruptly caught off, as they felt shock and confusion. But not their own. Ghost’s. He suddenly lurched up in the air and floated back from them. The surprise at still being alive they had thought. They had hoped. But then he floated closer to them, getting close to their visor-as if staring at his reflection. “What the hell?” Ghost said. But something was wrong. That wasn’t Ghost’s voice. It was Cayde’s. And Wolf felt, on top of the confusion coming from their Ghost, despair. “Ghost?” Wolf asked, as if saying his name would dispel the awful reality that was starting to become apparent. That it was just some glitch. Or, Traveler forbid, some cruel joke. “Are you alright?” “I don’t-” ‘Ghost’ said. “I don’t understand. I thought it would save him. I thought it would work.” “Cayde!” Wolf blurted out, not realizing they had meant to say Ghost’s name instead. “Please tell me Ghost is still there with you. Please.” Cayde looked at them for a long moment, before turning away in shame. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. “Cayde! Cayde! Please! Just tell me he’s still in there!” Wolf yelled in desperation. As if it would change the answer. They would never see their Ghost again. Never hear his voice. Never have him rez them. Cayde had given his all for Ghost. For Wolf. For both of them. And it just wasn’t enough. ----

When Wolf silently stumbled into the outpost at the Lost City, and quietly went to their temporary quarters, many had assumed they were simply mourning Cayde. 

Cayde had went to Vanguard to give them the news. He could see the mixed emotions at play. His fireteam was glad to still have Cayde, but felt guilt over it having come at the expense of Ghost, and for Cayde having been once again dragged from his rest against his will. 

He didn't want this. But…if he had known this would happen, would he still have gone through with it? Probably. At least Wolf wouldn't be lightless. At least they wouldn't be alone. That was the only silver lining he could find. Regardless, Wolf was his guardian now. And they needed him, now more than ever. 

Cayde found Wolf, laying in their cot. Funny. That was the first time he had seen Wolf actually lay down in something resembling a proper bed. 

"Hey buddy." Cayde said softly. Wolf said nothing. He floated up to their face and noted that it was streaked with dried tears that had washed away some of the dirt and grime covering their face. "It's okay guardian. I'm here for you. Remember that. And I'm sure…I'm sure Ghost would want you to go on without him." He tried to reassure them. Cayde knew it was in vein. But it was better than nothing. 

He then moved to the crook of their neck, and nuzzled himself right there. Hoping to provide them with some comfort. That's when Wolf said the first words they had spoken to him in hours.

"It should've been you." They didn't mean it of course. In morning they would likely apologize and try to take it all back. 

But at that moment, Cayde couldn't help but agree