#Ir Yût

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as grief is large among the grieving

“I do not fear death. I have already met her and walk again in the Light. I know she and I will meet again in time. Rather, I fear what she leaves behind. Loss is like the Darkness. It corrupts.”

—Toland’s Journal

CW: funerals, grief/mourning, spouse and friend loss

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[scarlettnovella]

A conversation in discord resulted in this perfection

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It's worse than that! Ir Anûk and Ir Halak are most likely still kicking as well, I mean unless acquiring their Grimoire cards is not canon and/or Bungie forgot they had their own means of hiding their deaths, but I generally don't accept "Bungie forgot" as an in-universe answer.

I don't see a way for Ir Yût not to be around, as even if she was killable in Last Rites (of which I'm not sure) it definitely wouldn't stick because she had already died in that same room and come back just fine. This also proves the theory that Ascendant Hive don't perma die if they get killed in someone else's throne world, creating a very interesting precedent for Nokris still possibly being around and making the twins' deaths all the more unlikely.

I'll be annoying and point out Ir Yût wasn't on the Dreadnaught during King's Fall, but that makes the idea of her moving into the empty ship because fuck it I guess so much funnier.

Omnigul and Ir Yût being alive in particular seem like both a wild instance of bungo just not paying that much attention to these characters, and also hugely important: Omnigul, one of the first powerful Hive the Young Wolf faced, has just been out there, growing more powerful, getting bigger and singing? She's a Will, a mother -- could be she created some of the Hive troops we've been fighting lately. She's been weighing on the YW's thoughts as a Nightmare.

Personally I think it's heavily implied Ir Yût dies during King's Fall, if only because most high-ranking Hive on the ship at that time do. But if not, she's an invaluable teacher for the teenage Deathsingers on the Moon (before Osiris puts a stop to that little chorus, of course) and also just like ... hello? Is she just haunting the ship? How does Toland feel about this? How does Eris feel about this? The two have respect and reverence for each other, but did they ever talk about how Ir Yût was the catalyst for Toland's mid-Raid death?

[oryx-the-nightmare-daddy]

"a little tête-à-Yût"

he blew that fucking moon wizard

[synnthamonsugar]

Now that I'm into vtubers we have to address the elephant in the room which is "An idol AU where Ir Yût is Toland's kamioshi"

[cappurrccino]

all day every day i am wishing i could do as Ir Yût said... i would love to be able to bite deep through reality and eat what i find

[telestoapologist]

if Ir Yût sung an erotic love melody to Toland would you say he was answering a bootycall

[mossy-puppy]

Just spent ~10 hours on Crota's end with my raid team, we finally managed to get to Ir Yût - calling it a night and gonna come back tomorrow!

[ahungeringknife]

365: May 17

Crota's Throne World was decadent as far as abodes were concerned. The light of his own Oversoul illuminated everything within it, an unflinching eye that gazed upon all who dared enter it. Great towers pierced the Ascendant Realm and moths and crystal decorated every nook and cranny.

Normally the Prince of the Hive dealt with matters of his greater swarm in his antichamber but tonight was... a bit more personal. It wasn't every century one of his precious daughters proclaimed to have found someone worthy of her attention.

Crota was not amused by the thing Kinox brought before him and Omnigul. Kinox was not the youngest of her sisters but stuck in the middle she was always eager to please, vying for favor from her perfect elders or her cherished younger. Besurith was the only other to take a consort and Crota knew Kinox looked up to her immensely, always trying to emulate her.

But this was a poor imitation of Besurith's ability.

Omnigul hung off his arm like a perching bird, her searing blue-white eyes boring down onto their daughter and the unflinching worm she had brought before them. He knew given the chance she'd cut the thing off at the throat. He could feel her discontentment in the way her claws scraped against the chitin of his arm, the restless rasping of her breathing.

It wasn't even uncharitable. Crota expected much of his children as Oryx did of him. So to say he felt great... disappointment when his beloved Kinox presented an acolyte was no small choice of words. An acolyte? For his daughter? It meant he was barely even grown.

"Daughter, what is the meaning of this?" Crota asked.

"A meaning of my heart, father," Kinox said clearly. "This is Noornoon," she indicated with a held out claw. He kept his eyes down out of respect, dutifully not meeting the eyes of the Prince and his consort. "And I am to take him as mine."

"Absolutely not," Omnigul hissed, raising herself up some.

"I do not ask for permission," Kinox growled right back.

"And you will find his head on your lap by night's end," Omnigul floated down from his arm.

"Then you will have one less daughter," Kinox said proudly, sternly, meeting her mother's gaze with her own eye-less visage. "I will take him or have no other and may my brood lay barren eternal."

Omnigul snatched their daughter by the throat. "Watch the words you speak, darling child," she said. He understood her wrath. Omnigul had scarified endless opportunities to be by Crota's side in the end to only become a mother. Omnigul was no mother either. She'd earned her teeth and her eyes in battle and her claws were soaked in blood enough to satisfy her worm long before she claimed a sizable tribute. To have one of their daughters throw it away for an Acolyte. It enraged her.

"Omnigul," Crota said, distracting her. "Release her."

"Crota-" but she did, furious, at Crota's level stare. She glared at him and then flew off to go be enraged elsewhere. He had a feeling he'd have Ir Yût's claws in his spine for this later.

Kinox rubbed her neck where her mother had almost strangled her. She did not begrudge her either. She knew her anger was only out of love, of wanting the best for her. "Kinox," Crota said in a more measured way than his consort, "this is an Acolyte."

"Yes," she said.

"Explain to me, my daughter."

She flew up to be eye level with him. "You know Besurith's consort," she said, he nodded slowly. "Yes, of course. So does everyone else. Zoken cannot make a move without anyone important within the swarm knowing what he does. His blade is dangerous and his power substantial. Zoken is a great warrior who draws the eyes of all who behold him as is fitting of Besurith who wishes to emulate Xivu Arath in all her great victories for the Hive." Crota made an agreeable noise. Yes Besurith did try to emulate her great aunt Xivu Arath and Zoken was indeed a mighty warrior. Loss of his tithe would not go unnoticed if something were to happen to Zoken even before he became joined with Besurith. "I am no warrior and I do not seek to emulate Xivu Arath. Rather my worm seeks satisfaction in knowing more and seeks to emulate Savathun. Knowing the secrets of my sisters and brothers keep my worm well fed but soon it will not. I need to know what I don't know. I need to be unseen, to find all the empty spaces in the swarm and learn their secrets as well. But how will I do such a thing when I am your child?"

"Get to your point, daughter," Crota said but not unkindly.

"Noornoon has not taken a morph by my desire," she said simply which surprised him. "Because an Acolyte may move unseen through the swarm and be my eyes and hands and ears. His tithe and knowledge more than sustains me. Perhaps you may feel it as well," she said.

"Hmm," he looked down at the Acolyte Noornoon knelt at his feet, hands up prostrate. "Rise, Noornoon," he rumbled and he did and looked up at Crota unflinchingly. He didn't move an inch when Crota reached down with his great hand and curled it around Noornoon's entire torso. His thumb pressed against the Acolyte's chest and he could feel the thrum of the worm inside Noornoon and the tithe it gave to Crota. He was... surprised. It was not insignificant. Not the most. Not as much as Zoken or even Kinox but it was not nothing. Certainly more than some of his great warriors. "Where do you draw your tithe?"

"Those who do my bidding. I command many eyes and swords for the benefit of the swarm, for you, my Prince," Noornoon said gravely.

"And yet you are an acolyte," Crota said roughly though with the size of his tithe Crota could tell he could easily maintain the morph and violence of a Knight.

"Kinox demands it and so I obey. Her desires are mine." Next to him Kinox shivered in delight. Crota had to admit, his daughter had it bad for this acolyte.

"And you are loyal?"

"I would give her my third eye so she may have one more," Noornoon said without hesitation. "I have an extra."

Crota paused and then he laughed and released him. "Very well," Crota said.

"You approve?" Kinox asked him.

"I am willing to let him prove himself to be worth a consort to my daughter," Crota said specifically. He grunted when she hugged him, her spindly form like a brush of cloth against him.

"And what about mother?" Kinox asked nervously.

"I will stay her hand from using your Noornoon's entrails to paint the walls of our home," Crota said.

"He will prove himself," Kinox said. "And will make me proud."

"I expect nothing less than perfection," Crota said. He looked down at Noornoon. "Right?"

"I know no other way, my liege," he said.

"Very well. Begone," Crota waved his daughter away.

She immediately flew down to Noornoon's height and grasped his hand, pulling him away. When she thought Crota could no longer see them she draped herself over Noornoon's wide shoulders and he easily held her aloft. It would do for now.

[eventiderookery]

the Boyo-SuNo raid team has yet again made it through two encounters of contest mode before becoming much too exhausted to carry on any further without relationship damaging repercussions. i don't think any of us got any of the armor, but i got the ir yût scout rifle which honestly makes up for it. we also made it to ir yût so i got to say hi to one of my favs. a little sad we didn't get to see crota himself, but there's always the next time when contest mode is done

[okome-sasanishiki]

レイド Raid

クロタの最期 Crota's End

◇イル・ユート・デスシンガー Ir Yût, the Deathsinger

◇オリックスの息子クロタ Crota, Son of Oryx

ガラスの間 Vault of Glass

◇テンプラー Templar

◇アテオン・タイムコンフラックス Atheon, Time's Conflux

邪神、滅びる King's Fall

◇ウォープリースト Warpriest

◇ゴルゴロス Golgoroth

◇邪神オリックス Oryx, the Taken King

最後の望み Last Wish

◇汚染されたカリ Kalli, the Corrupted

◇汚染されたシュロ・チー Shuro Chi, the Corrupted

◇塔番のモルゲス Morgeth, the Spirekeeper

◇無数の声のリベン Riven of a Thousand Voices

救済の庭園 Garden of Salvation

◇コンシクレイテッド・マインド・ソル Consecrated Mind, Sol Inherent

◇サンクティファイド・マインド・ソル Sanctified Mind, Sol Inherent

ディープストーン・クリプト Deep Stone Crypt

◇クリプト・セキュリティ Crypt Security

◇フォールン・エクソ、アトラクス1 Atraks-1, Fallen Exo

◇タニクス・アボミネーション Taniks, the Abomination

門弟の誓い Vow of the Disciple

◇世話人 The Caretaker

◇目撃者の門弟ルラク Rhulk, Disciple of the Witness

ナイトメアの根源 Root of Nightmares

◇惑星の解説者、ゾオーク Zo'aurc, Explicator of Planets

◇最後の苦痛の神、ネザレク Nezarec, Final God of Pain

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Yo I just replayed Last Rites and isn't it cool how Ir Yût is titled "the Deathsinger" and she just floats around that small side chamber restlessly instead of singing the dirge with the rest of the crowd? Keeping vigil when you're too choked up to sing. Can relate #funeraryswag

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Sjur Eido, In Anânh, Sundance, Ir Yût, Freeborn Otzot (psion representation!!!), Elykris the Machinist

DESTINY SEXYWOMAN ELECTIONS: CONTESTANTS

You have voted - it's time for sexywoman elections this time! The rules are exact same as the last time - you can give me 32 contestants, either by notes or comments.

The ones that I already have (14, 18 left):

Ikora Rey

Surya Hawthorne

Amanda Holiday

Ada-1

Kadi 55-30

Failsafe

Petra Venj

Mara Sov

Savâthun

Xivu'arath

Eris Morn

Caiatl

Eramis

Sloane

[phthalology]

FFC 2025 | mercy? | Destiny AU | Eris/Toland (or Eris &? Toland) | Rated T? blood, body horror, ?reference to suicide? many things unclear

“Look upon this form and see the nature of the Deathsong,” said Toland, bleeding a pool out onto the cold, green-black tile, and Eris wondered whether she should kill him. 

Ir Yût lay on her back, dead. Eriana waited for Eris at the doorway. Eriana didn’t care what had become of Toland. Her shoulders were set, her hands on her rifle, a ranginess in her long legs; she wanted to move. No matter only three of their teammates were left.

“What have you done?” Eris muttered to Toland. “Was this your plan?”

Toland laughed. In the labyrinth it became a terrible, dusty sound, ping-ponging off weathered bone and stagnant water. “No.” His remaining eye looked haunted. Ir Yût had cleft him down the middle, the Song drawing a line between armor, flesh, and something ghostly. His voice was steady despite the mess on the floor, the cheek she could see through a crack in the Ram still flush with blood. Where his heart should have been was a faint outline of white light, his left arm and leg sparking outlines like maps of a nervous system. 

“How …?” The trigger was solid, reassuring. Familiar, Tower made. Can he fight Crota like this? How would I even kill him, if it was the Light thing to do? 

Toland watched her hand. The still-living cheek quirked up over a smile the helmet obscured. He had that tone in his voice, the one that made her feel like he could read her mind.

Toland said, “I am so eager to find out.” 

[oryx-the-nightmare-daddy]

*rolling the sicknastiest hive blunt you've ever seen* make sure to teabag the skulls of all the idiot cringefail losers who wiped at Ir Yût on their way to Crota while youre down there

[synnthamonsugar]

Mentally picturing my Crota's End (2023) fireteam lined up to get Ir Yût's autograph, before we "crotate" to the Big Man Himself to take selfies ...