#destiny 2

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Transmat Firing!

i dont like being told what to do (unless im naked)

[swhftt]

SWHFTT‼️‼️SUNDAY‼️‼️

35. Life of the postmaster (based on solarflair's tweet):

[artemyiss]

Arcane x Destiny 2

Incredibly niche crossover just for me (and maybe one other person?)

[hearkenfey]

Happy Dawning 2024 guardians! I hope y'all have pleasant holidays!

[a-driftamongopenstars]

happy Dawning, Destiny people! ❄️

[dredgen-dumbass]

destiny 2 characters and the weird graphic tees I'm advertised on Pinterest that I would put them in part 1

[destiny2-names]

[sad-wet-cat-hannibal]

Im *actually* crying over the Exo Stranger one. Elsie's so touched by having something that might seem so small. That's how devoid her life has been of small moments of kindness.

All that time spent looping a nightmarish timeline, looking for the one occasion where maybe things wouldn't all go wrong.

And even before that, how many small moments like this did she get to experience with her family? I hope many, but who knows.

(the shaxx one is funny, I love the horrifying implications regarding how he eats)

Recieving gifts, visualized

featuring Banshee-44, Ada-1, Nimbus, Elsie and Shaxx

[savyir-genesizz-the-wizard]

I just realized that I've never done a Dun text post meme so here it goes

[doctoroctopus]

whole load of nothing

[prince--esque]

Nahh bro, Savathûn invited me over just to have me watch her bully Crota. They've been playing Uno for the past four thousand years throne-world time/twelve hours regular time. She keeps slipping cards into his hand, turning her own cards into Draw Four's, and even pulled the 'look a worm!' to distract him a few times and swap all his cards with visions of the unknowable.

Just heard him yell Uno! again followed by distraught sobs of grief and utter rage upon realizing his aunt's cards were just folded inconprehensibly close and she, in fact, did not have Uno. Xivu is recording everything and Oryx left ten months ago to get Vex Milk. Immaru got bored and is cyberbullying some random Guardian in the next room.

Getting kinda bored, too ngl. Might devote myself to Omnigul for funsies while stuck in here. Wish me luck y'all.

[strixludica]

I just assumed it was the case from the first time I saw it. Even disregarding how it lines up with every other depiction of religious leadership in Bungie games, most especially Halo 2; even disregardig how the Ghosts literally came out of the Traveler and even they don't know what it thinks so why should some random dude; this mf is completely covered up and masked, which is blatant visual design code for LIAR.

Yo can we talk about how nobody in the Destiny community seems to acknowledge that this dude's final words were "I've been a massive fraud this entire time lmao"

[cosmicraven117]

Some doodle studies of my fave two guys. 💜

[caydesaceinthehole]

Slow day.

I wonder how many knives I can get stuck in the ceiling before Zavala notices...

[makoredeyes]

(are these still open?x) 30. Misraaks and Saint x

YESSSSS thank you for sending me probably one of my favorite prompts! <3 <3 <3

#30 - as a comfort

The Market District was a bright place full of color, movement, light, and sound. Life moved all around Saint as he ambled carefully around shoppers and booths alike, admiring the people as much as the wares on display.

There were enough humans here mingling with the Eliksni of House Light that Saint almost blended in, if it weren't for his significant stature, and that, for the moment at least, he was the only Exo in the crowd. It warmed his heart to see Humanity and their once enemies mixing peacefully. It was a beautiful day. The sun was out, the sky was clear. The scent of flowers mixed with sweetly with roasting meats and breads. A pair of Drekhs plucked away on acoustic guitars in the shade of a tree, the couple tinkering on a duet together. Saint shot them a smile as he passed and one raised a secondary arm in greeting. The other, a transplant from another house, was still regrowing docked arms, but tipped its snout up instead. Saint's smile brightened as he passed along, ducking under low-hanging flower pots and through an archway.

Eido's grotto was cooler, but no less bright than outside. There were flowers everywhere, and butterflies danced in sunbeams filtering down through the ceiling. Saint reckoned they must be drawn to her sweet demeanor because he'd seen them nowhere else outside. One curious, sociable creature knew another, he reasoned warmly.

The young Scribe was nowhere to be seen, but her concoctions burbled and bubbled quietly on overladen workbenches, so Saint thought she must not be too far away. She never was.

She didn't like to leave her father out of her sight for too long these days.

Neither did Saint.

Unconcerned with examining Eido's work too closely, Saint turned away from that patch of sunshine to the shadow in the corner, his eyes dimming.

Misraakskel sat slumped in his throne, arms folded tight around his carapace, head lowered, the lights of his helm dim as he slumbered. For a minute, Saint stands planted where he is, watching. Misraaks is shrinking, his armor loose on his body, his limbs slim. The seat of the great chair supporting him seems to swallow his body instead of surround it.

There is no ignoring that the Kell of the House of Light is ailing.

As Saint watches, Misraaks' head tosses, the Kell hissing audibly with a hard vent of Ether. His legs twitch, and the claws of his hands scrabble against the armor covering his thighs. He jerks, moaning. The shadows surrounding him have grown longer. Darker.

Saint knows the evil that haunts him.

Looking around and confirming they are alone, he strides across the room and right up the dias, squaring his shoulders as he walks.

"Leave him alone, you vile wretch," he hisses, his voice low. He is looking at Misraaks, but he is addressing someone - something - else. He knows what is there, even if he cannot see it, and he is not afraid. "You are not allowed power here this day. Be gone!" He reaches Misraaks, and a distinct chill, wet and slippery like an ice cube, slides right down his spine to settle uncomfortably low in his gut, but Saint ignores it.

"Misraakskel," he whispers, bending low over his friend. "You are strong. You are loved. And today, you are safe with the Saint." He bends at the waist and kisses the knuckles of one of Misraaks' hands gently.

The shadows seem to ease, and Misraaks heaves a sigh, his slumber becoming restful as soon as Saint touches him. 

Saint pulls back, surprised that was truly all it had taken, but then nods curtly to himself, satisfied with the results.

"Good," he murmurs to himself. "Then I will stay."

With that, he folds himself up at Misraaks' feet and settles down to stand guard for as long as it takes.

It was the least he could do, after all, after everything.