#destiny taranis

[crow-posting]

Riven and Taranis real!!!! 😃

[altrdecho]

Wish Bearer of the Black Garden

[abyssalcleave]

"Together we became the ebb and flow of the tide."

— riven and taranis

[sacidraw]

My favorite destiny 2 couple

[collinnmckinley]

Destiny 2 Gifs [85/∞] - "It was good to dance with you, O beloved mine... one last time."

[theforsakenprince]

Destiny 2: Season of the Wish

"A wish to keep the eggs out of harm's reach... until someone could protect them. Someone like you... His Wish-Keeper."

[thefirstknife]

Gifts and Bargains lore book, from the exotic mission, page 2. Absolutely incredible stuff here.

Details on how Taranis and Riven interacted: I love the bit that Taranis refused to use anthem anatheme with Riven, aka to refuse to add "mine" to the phrase "O __ mine." He just called her nice things. And Riven called him a fool for it, but she loved him anyway. I can't believe I am over here losing my mind about a romance story between two space dragons.

Fascinating piece of info about how Ahamkara make their eggs and details on the dam/sire thing with Taranis and Riven! What an interesting piece of info about alien biology.

And one more thing. Category 10000 Uldren and Jolyon event. Taranis describes them as:

I am on the floor. Like, we knew but also look at this. In the same lore where Taranis and Riven are called partners and "partner" is used routinely for other couples, most notably for Osiris and Saint. This settles it for me forever.

[aghostsdestiny]

✨️ Different people

Sharing footsteps

Eyes sharp upon the goal

More similar than they thought ✨️

My entry for the @onelastwishzine

TY to the mods for hosting!!

[ahamkara-apologist]

Gonna be insufferable from now on in using Taranis as an example of why the ahamkara deserve a second chance and why they aren't all inherently evil or dangerous entities but are instead just as nuanced and morally neutral as any other predatory species btw. Because if there was anything that Starcrossed showed us its that we've been learning about the lives and nature of ahamkara from the very biased perspective of one individual (Riven, who is proud and hungry and cunning and rejoices in it, as well as has a very good reason to hold a substantial grudge aginst humankind) and from the outsider fear-knowledge of their prey and that is not by any means a good way of measuring the worth of a species or casting judgement on their fate. They would deserve the right to live even if Taranis was not kind or had not given his life to save his eggs, because being capable of love is not a determinant of worth either, but it DOES prove that they are not inherently evil and that living in a universe with them is not an impossible nor unnecessarily dangerous endeavor

[telestoapologist]

babe would you still love me if I sacrificed myself by scattering our eggs across time and space to ensure their safety without your knowledge because i knew the deal you struck with a god from another world would put the safety of our young in jeopardy

[xazz]

Isolation 1/1

My entry for the @onelastwishzine A free zine all about Ahamkara and wish dragons. 40 artists came together to make it and I was lucky enough to get to join in

If you'd rather read on AO3

It was a long separation.

Hours became days became months became years became decades and centuries. And yet the Garden bloomed forever and Taranis’ clutch was held in perfect stasis. Time had no meaning in the Garden. They would stay perfect. Forever. Until they were removed and free to hatch at their own whims. Taranis knew many things both great and small but even he didn’t know when it would be time to bring his clutch into a place where time moved forward.

In the loneliness he whispered into the void; his voice seeking his love across the great expanse of every Realm. She often whispered back. Promises to meet again one day. A promise they both knew neither would keep. The chosen of the Light would not allow any of their kind to exist at all. But he could listen to the echoes of her voice through the Ley Lines. Sometimes he whispered her sweet words to their dormant clutch in her voice, so they might know what their other parent sounded like. ‘Mother’ was too strong a word for Riven after all. She never would have allowed it.

The Garden was forever and so was Taranis. In a place where time had no meaning his hunger never grew. It was a perfect place between where reality and speculation flourished. The energy sustained him just enough to not wither away from a lack of wishing.

He felt when its putrid Heart was destroyed. The energy shockwave was so soft and light and yet he felt it deep within his lair. He pulled his eggs close and spoke to them in his voice, and Riven’s voice, keeping them warm against the fire in his belly. Whatever came for the Heart would not come for them and if it did he would protect them.

But the monster who killed the Heart never came.

A different one came instead. One of the great liars of the Hive. A God. A King. Meaningless words to a dragon. Kings and gods did not slay dragons after all. But they could make deals with dragons.

Through the darkest places Riven’s voice spoke to him and he despaired. Ahamkara weren’t meant to live in isolation. Not even the favored Wish-Maker of the Queen of the Reef. Not even with all the desires and wishes the Queen could make could satisfy the burning loneliness in Riven that longed to be remembered. That longed to see Taranis again. That longed to know where the Queen had kept her part of their clutch hidden away, secreted to hold over her, never to be born; held in place by some Awoken magic. That longed to never die.

Not that Ahamkara could die.

Not really.

He did not repeat the words she spoke to him to their clutch. He only wept tears of despair. He loved her but he could not follow her. He would not. He did not respond to her as she told him her plan, her scheme. Once they had so delighted him, thrilled him. Now…

He did not feel her passing but he knew as one of his protected clutch started to become corrupted. Taken. A bargain made by a dragon come to collect. He wouldn’t let it be so. The Light and the Dark had taken much from him and his kind but they would not take this.

It was selfish; in a way. Taranis gathered his eggs against the fire in his belly and spoke in his true voice for the cosmos to hear. He made his first, and only, wish. That his eggs would be safe from Riven, and from the Taken King, and from Queen Mara, and from any else who sought them harm. That they would be flung to the edges of the system where no mortal could find them. Where no one could harm them.

Taranis closed his eyes as he finished his wish. He felt his eggs shimmer and shine and one by one the wish took effect and they were gone. And for the first time since the Great Hunt he was finally, truly, alone as he became one with the Garden. His children would be lost until his Wish-Keeper found them safe and brought them together again so they would never know such loneliness as their parents.

[crow-posting]

I love the way the Awoken and Ahamkara refer to each other at times. "Uldren Queensbrother." "Petra Covensdaughter." "Taranis Rivensmate."

Do you think Sjur had a nickname like that? Do you think Mara ever let her people refer to her in such a way? Do the Earthborn carry on that tradition of connecting one person to another?

Because my heart is just- ❤️‍🩹

[frogblast-the-ventcore]

Watching this video and then learning more about Taranis, and how he made Riven happy, and how it all proves Ahamkara aren't inherently evil or deceitful (or at least, don't have to be), which is something I've wished for ever since learning about them:

[abyssalcleave]

oh yeah i am totally fine.

[mothstudios]

No you don’t understand the anthem anatheme is a vicious paracausal hunting tool yes but it is also so much more than that. To lay out someone’s being in a single title and then you sit at the crossroads of laying claim to them. Sure you can say O darling mine and have it be ambiguous as to whether that act of laying claim is meant to be loving or an act of voracity. There’s plenty of romance in paracausal domination as we know.

But what of Taranis? What of those who choose not to say that the subject is “mine”? Those who name but do not lay claim? Who de-claw themselves, dull the edge of the very knife that feeds them, so that their love is named and powerful but not robbed of agency.

What of those who are content to say the sweet words “O treasure…” “O darling…” “O beauty…” and let themselves starve without claim because to them that sweetness is worth starving for?

[anonymousduud]

where’s the fan art of future Mara raising Rivens clutch. Can you imagine the Queen of Dragons.