#destiny writing

[lemmegettamcpictwo]

I love imagining how terrifying guardians are.

Imagine: You've done something wrong. Something deathly, terribly wrong - you've got a bounty on your head that a guardian's lookin' to collect for some extra cash. You're not too sure if you'll come back dead or alive, but you're not going to figure out that either, so you run. You run for days. You're exhausted, and it pursues you tirelessly.

You're scared for your life. Does this hunter ally themselves with the Vanguard, or could it care less about the vitality of a human life? It's not like it has personal experience; Guardians exist in a limbo between life and death, trampling the line that separates them with it's very existence. They hold incomprehensible power given by a god of unknown stance. Titans wear armor heavy enough to shake the earth when they walk. Warlocks hold enough knowledge to be the envy of libraries (who knows how much of that knowledge is about killing?). Hunters lerk in shadows and have unmatchable speed, and even more unmatchable stealth.

At the end of the line, backed into the wall, you grab your gun and shoot through the armor of it's skull. It takes a few bullets from the density until it falls dead. You breathe.

And then that mf comes BACK.

[good--sir]

"Devotion, bravery, sacrifice, death"

These are the gardian tenets made by the speaker when he was the only one who could interpretate the Traveler. Later, the Traveler told Cayde the same thing when it posed as Sindance, and that got me thinking. Maybe the Traveler NEEDS death, after someone dies, the people close to them grieve but more importantly grow and move on, which is what the Travelers is all about, growing and changing.

[braindamagedrizz]

Okay I have to

Writing thing from my own collection of prompts:

“You what.”

“I.. may, or may not have.. bit someone?”

*sigh*

Could be Rui with anyone but for some reason the only person that came to mind was Crow..

"You what." Ruxiz bows his head, fidgeting with the prongs of his gloves with a lilting humming noise. "I... May, or may not have... Bit someone." The Hunter gives a sheepish grin, though he's certain it's not as charming as he'd imagine. The taste of tangy iron is still bitter on his tongue, Awoken blood wasn't as flavorless as a human's (don't ask how he knows this.) It tastes sort of like battery acid, or like a glow stick. His eyes dart to Osiris and Saint who, while Osiris had since pinched the bridge of his nose and crossed an arm over his chest, Saint just looked stunned. At least from what Ruxiz could tell, learning the mannerisims of his new-not-so-new partner.

"And just who did you bite?" Osiris pries, the tone of his voice makes Ruxiz shrink a bit, his ears dipping low and his tail tucked between his legs. "...Crow." This time, it was Saint's turn to be upset, he sees the slump of Saint's shoulder and Ruxiz inhales deeply. The Hunter straightens his back, licking the corner of his lips and being stung with yet another pang of bitter tasting remnants. "Little bird? Why would you bite him, he is not aggressive person. Were you two sparring, if so, you should know to keep it in the Crucible!" "No, no it wasn't in the Crucible, nor sparring, was an accident I swear. We were arguing-" Saint interjects. "About what?" Osiris raises a hand, Ruxiz continues. "Something related to Uldren," He sees the way they both tense, Ruxiz feels his own hackles raise. Inside, she snarls, he wants to mimic it, but that was what started this mess, "I blamed him for things that wasn't fair for me to do, things got heated and I bit him. It happened before I realized what happened, admittedly." He's far from proud of what he did, there's resignation in his voice when he says it, he remembers Crow's yelp of pain and then the punch to his gut that came afterwards before their Ghost's interjected. Ruxiz opts not to mention the punch, the situation was his own fault, Crow was only defending himself.

Osiris says and so does Saint, Ruxiz furrows his brow and looks away, the well of shame in his chest grows tighter. His methods of combat were nothing new, they knew he fought with, literally, tooth and claws but biting someone unprompted wasn't common. Saint breaks the silence first, he expects admonishment.

"How about we go see young Crow then, yes? We will talk this out, and hopefully fix the broken parts causes, better for everyone no?" Rui stares at Saint, his worries fall away in that moment, of course Saint would not yell at him, Osiris he wasn't sure though maybe that's why the Ex-Warlock only stands off to the side. Saint would not yell at anyone, really, not unless it were a particularly bad situation, and this was merely a dispute. There was not a way Ruxiz could harm Crow that would be perminent, he knows this, especially as the once throbbing ache of being punched had long since faded. Though, that doesn't necesarily mean it hadn't bruised in other ways, Ruxiz sighs. "Okay, I think he's still at the H.E.L.M." Saint grins, Ruxiz couldn't help but match it. "Good, come, I'm sure our bird must still be feeling sore. Perhaps we can eat afterwards, what do you say, Osiris?" The Awoken follows Saint's gaze to Osiris, the Warlock quirks a brow, he can still sense the lingering agitation. It dispells quickly however when Saint holds a hand out to the Warlock, Ruxiz had quickly begun to think Saint was magic in that sense, he'd only ever made Osiris more agitated. "I suppose I'd be inclined to join you, let us go, then."

It takes him a moment to follow after them, a second to hesitate before he picks up pace to catch up. He knows the conversation will likely be painful, he had many things to apologize for, far more than just the bite. But at least with Saint he feels secure, knows well that the incident won't repeat itself. It writhes in his chest, disappointed but silent.

[seigephoenix]

Take Me Back to Eden Arc 1 - Part 1

Thus we begin with Part 1 of Arc 1 in Siobhan and Crow's story.

Content Warning: Unmitigated amounts of sass from Selene Length: 2.9k

The door slid open on a quiet hiss but neither man looked up from the files laid haphazardly on the desk.  A various catalogue of Vex and Mars.  The two men were not concerned with the arrival of the newcomer, whatever was in those files absolutely held their attention.  As a siren’s call did to the ancient sailors back in the times before the Golden Age.  She’d only heard stories and tales passed down from her mother before they were changed, and she’d been fascinated by them.  To think they’d known more about space than they did their own oceans.  Her mother cautioned her against taking such an interest as hubris was the downfall to many a curious adventurer.  She’d taken those words to heart but there was always a whisper in the back of her mind, pulling at those desires to explore what wasn’t known, and to push her own limits of knowledge.  That curiosity made it possible for her to finish the dangerous delving missions she received and earned her a name in the Crows and just as many unsavory names.  Her success rate wasn’t looked on favorably by the other Crows who weren’t as successful in their endeavors.  Selene Corinnj didn’t truly care what others thought about her, her only concern was finishing the mission assigned to her and coming back alive.  Selene also tried to figure out the Vex, they fascinated her, but in a morbid way.  They survived the Collapse, not many could say that and she wondered at their attempts to assimilate Golden Age information and relics.  They were single minded when it came to that, much like the two men discussing the files in front of her.

Selene clasped her hands behind her back and leaned over Jolyon’s shoulder pretending to read the files, but she wasn’t stupid enough to actually look at what it contained.  That was far above her paygrade, and she enjoyed her skin and mind intact.  Getting under his skin though?  Priceless.  Her proximity did eventually draw Jolyon’s attention after a few seconds and he jerked back while slamming his palm down on the files.  Selene couldn’t help but laugh at the mixture of surprise and irritation on Jolyon’s face.  She stepped back out of lethal range and kept her hands clasped behind her in an innocent gesture.

“Captain Corinnj, are you reporting in on your latest mission?” Jolyon snipped at her as she continued to laugh.  “I’d remember your place if I were you.”

“Come off it Jolyon, I didn’t actually look at the papers.  I’m not a moron, but you ignored my greeting.”  Jolyon had the grace to look away in embarrassment as she called him out for his inattention.  Uldren looked up then and Selene ignored the way her heart pulsed as his golden eyes narrowed on her.  The prince always made her nervous, her heart skipped a beat and heat always rose in her cheeks.  Selene knew better than to give any attention to those things in her heart, she was far below the prince’s station.  Best not anger the queen either with those thoughts.

“I apologize.  Do you have the report I asked for?”  Jolyon asked as he skirted around the desk and put himself between the files and Selene.  She arched an eyebrow but understood what he was saying.  Whatever was happening was not for her, but that was the usual.  Selene was useful only because of her infiltration and tracking skills.  Instead of saying anything, she merely pulled out the file and handed it over to him.  When he’d found out what ruin she was going into for the queen, he’d asked her to do a search for something privately for him.  Selene wanted to ask why he was doing that as both of them could get into serious trouble, especially given the subject of those files Selene pilfered.

“This was everything I was able to pull off that Golden Age computer.  That data was almost completely fried and a bunch of Vex showed up,” Selene told Jolyon who looked concerned at the paper.  Selene knew it was connected to what he asked her to research but she remembered her mother’s warning yet again.  Hubris will be your downfall my darling moon child.  Keep your thoughts to yourself lest you find yourself landing in deep water that you can’t tread.  Selene shrugged a shoulder at Jolyon’s disbelief and worry.  She got the files for him, at a lot of peril to herself though that was half the fun for her.

“Vex?  You’re certain?” Jolyon didn’t look up from the paper and didn’t catch the exasperation written on her face.  Selene gave him a pass for not remembering to whom he was talking.  Out of the Crows, only Selene did her research into the Vex.  She hated the creatures and what they represented, she also hated how fascinated she was by them.  She was a firm believer in knowing your enemy, and so she’d gotten permission from Sjur to research the creatures.  Selene didn’t like what she found, but nothing had proven useful to Mara or Jolyon for whatever it was they were aiming for.

“Pretty sure I know when a Vex Harpy is flying at me and shooting its lasers.  I was able to get out in time before the entire building was overrun but it was a close thing.  This was everything I was able to get, hopefully it will help you in whatever it is you’re doing.”  Selene shrugged and turned towards the door.  She had another person to report to, and this exchange was delaying her return.  Selene knew better than to make Queen Mara wait, the queen’s Wrath would have her hide.  Selene had no desire to get on the bad side of Sjur Eido.

“You haven’t been dismissed,” Jolyon snapped as Uldren watched the pair bicker from his spot by the desk.

“Your orders don’t supersede Queen Mara’s, and she ordered me to show up there immediately after handing over my report to you.”  Jolyon looked at her in surprise but glanced down at the report and back to Selene.  Mara getting involved didn’t bode well for anyone.

“Understood.” Jolyon watched as she gave him a mocking salute before heading out the door.  Her flippant attitude set his teeth on edge.  She was so damn cocky, what the hell was her problem with him?  She never had that attitude with Uldren or any of the other Crows.  Jolyon didn’t like the way she treated everything without much regard, did the woman ever take anything seriously?  He sighed and looked over at Uldren who watched the doors shut behind Selene.  Jolyon knew Uldren was fascinated with Selene, her personality wasn’t that much different than his.  Except he had a feeling Corinnj wouldn’t pull any pranks on her coworkers.  Jolyon’s eyes looked back down on the page and his lips thinned at what Selene uncovered.  He couldn’t help but think about the fact the woman dove into pre-Collapse ruins and always returned.  Many a Crow left and never returned, but this woman would always return.  He would have to observe her to figure out why she was able to do that.

Awoken Queen’s Throne Room

“You may approach Captain Corinnj,” Sjur spoke directly to Selene as she bowed smartly and approached the throne carefully.  “Were you successful in your mission?”  Selene nodded at the question and handed over her mission report.  “Excellent.  Allow me a moment to look it over.”  Selene bowed her head and stepped back, waiting with her hands clasped at the small of her back.  She tensed as she felt the air move near the door, she recognized that presence.  Selene immediately dropped to one knee to the surprise of Sjur.

“Ah, this Crow is quite adept at sensing my presence.  A good survival instinct to have, sensing the aura of those you cannot see.” Mara’s fingers dragged over Selene’s shoulders and she suppressed the shudder.  She respected her queen, but there was too much hidden behind those eyes to ever trust her.  To the queen, Selene was nothing more than a pawn.  She wouldn’t even call herself anything above that for she certainly didn’t hold much value to the queen beyond her mission reports.  Not like Sjur Eido who stood by the queen’s side as her Wrath.  “You may rise.”  Selene nodded and rose to her feet on command, returning to her previous position.

“My queen.” Sjur bowed and returned to the report.  “Are you quite sure this was all you were able to recover Corinnj?”

“Yes.” Selene nodded and began to speak quietly and to the point.  “Upon my entrance into the server lab, I began to notice signs of Vex infiltration.  Their integration spikes and as well as radiolaria fluid had begun to flow between the server stacks.  It appeared the Vex had already begun to integrate the computers with their own network.  From my general observations of their habits, it seemed that they may have been after the same thing we were.  None of the other computers were touched save the ones the queen wished me to investigate.”  Sjur’s eyes widened as Selene’s words matched what was on the page.  “The computers were barely salvageable.  I managed to pull the information in the report before I was almost overtaken.”

“Did you remain to pull all the data?” Selene was surprised that Mara addressed her personally.  She turned to face the queen as she spoke but carefully kept her eyes downward.  She knelt as she spoke to Mara with one arm crossed over her chest.

“Yes, my queen.  I eliminated what I could of the Vex threat before I returned to the computer to pull the remaining information.  I did not wish to leave it unattended for the Vex to fully integrate it.  Unfortunately, I did not anticipate the Minotaur that arrived.”  Sjur stiffened at the mention of the Vex creature.  The Vex Minotaur was not something anyone should face by themselves, perhaps those Lightbearers but certainly not any of their people.  “Though,” Selene paused but Mara motioned for her to continue.  “This Minotaur seemed to have a purpose.  I’ve never seen Vex that had an agenda other than destruction, but this one seemed to be focusing on keeping me away from the computer.  If I stepped close to the stack the computer was, the Minotaur would seemingly teleport to the space between me and the machinery.”  Selene forwarded the video she recorded to Sjur.  Sjur saw the pattern for herself and shared a glance with Mara.  Mara understood with just a glance that Corinnj spoke true.

“Corinnj, this is more than a few Vex,” Sjur commented as she saw the young woman eliminating at least fifteen Vex by herself.  Selene flinched as she expected a reprimand for the sloppy way she dealt with the Vex.  The situation certainly hadn’t been resolved in a clean way as most Crows were known for.

“I didn’t anticipate the sheer number which was my mistake.  It will not happen again,” Selene told her as she kept facing the queen.  Her head bowed respectfully as she waited for the reprimand to come through.  Sjur watched her carefully.  She hadn’t been chastising the woman but was in fact shocked at how fiercely she fought.  Sjur knew Selene was a top infiltrator, it was how she’d managed to get so much information for Mara.  Mara was not one to let such an asset sit idle and knew just what to push to get them to dance to her tune.

Mara watched the woman carefully.  Selene Corinnj, she’d been promoted to the Crows due to her skill at infiltration.  Mara also noted Sjur praised Corinnj’s ability to track as well.  Mara knew the woman was useful, as she was someone who obeyed her orders.  Mara knew that was not where her true worth existed, it was in her knowledge of the Vex and her sharpness.  Selene Corinnj was perceptive, she was not the strongest Crow but her observational ability allowed her to pinpoint enemy weaknesses to overcome her lack of strength.  She smiled as she watched Sjur give the younger woman a lecture about safety.

“Sjur.  While caution is always best, we cannot just ignore Captain Corinnj’s bravery in facing down such numerous forces,” Mara spoke over the lecture, silencing Sjur’s words.  Selene’s breath froze in her lungs, the queen praised her?  Selene’s mind was racing but she knew better than to think her gut feeling aloud, not with the queen being able to speak to the Awoken telepathically.

“My queen?” Sjur asked as she turned to face Mara.

“Captain, would you be willing to dive into another Golden Age relic of the past for more information?  There are reports of one such place that will have the missing component we are lacking.” Mara looked over as Selene studied her face.  She saw caution there which was smart of the woman, but she also knew her orders wouldn’t be ignored.  She saw the moment Selene accepted her fate.

“Of course my queen.” Selene bowed low in response.  Mara merely gave her a quiet smile that sent a shudder down Selene’s spine.  “I will await my directive.”

“Certainly, now you may tend to your wounds that you sustained in your last mission.”  Selene flinched as Sjur spun to face her, the wrath already on her face.  “You are both dismissed.”

Selene and Sjur both bowed again and Selene knew the inevitable was coming.  Sure enough as soon as the doors shut behind them Sjur ripped into her.  Jolyon and Uldren turned the corner as they heard Sjur’s raised voice.

“You risk your life so needlessly!  A bit of information can be retrieved but your corpse will rot there!”  Selene had her hands clasped behind her back as she bore the lecture silently.  “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“My wounds are minor.  A burn here and a few bruises are all I sustained my lady,” Selene told her as Sjur’s eyes widened.  She expected the wounds to be more severe since Mara had commented on them.  Selene wanted to retaliate with a smart comment but held her tongue when speaking to Sjur.  Mara had just wanted them to leave so she could pour over the information that Selene had gleaned from the computers.

“Go have them seen to.  Your orders will come through when Her Majesty is ready.” Selene saluted and kept her arm straight until Sjur disappeared around the corner.  Selene relaxed and waited for some quip from Jolyon as she knew they were back there behind her.

“Going out again?” Selene glanced over her shoulder, barely suppressing the irritation on her face.  “You just got back.”  Jolyon was certainly concerned about her when normally he called her a pain in his ass.

“This mission is coming from the queen herself.  I can’t really refuse that now, can I?” Selene asked and sighed at how clipped her voice sounded.  Jolyon did rank higher than her and she showed attitude in front of the prince.  Selene prayed that Jolyon was in a forgiving mood.  “My apologies for my attitude.  I am overly exhausted.  If you will pardon me,” Selene said as she bowed her head to the two men before she headed off down the corridor.

“What information did Queen Mara want you to get?” Jolyon asked after her.  Selene stopped and turned quietly, though he knew the answer before she spoke.

“I cannot discuss the mission with you without the queen’s permission.  As such, she has told me I am forbidden from discussing it with you or the prince.”  Selene turned and waved at them over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner.

“That means she’s after the Black Garden information,” Uldren spoke turning Jolyon’s attention to himself.  “You should warn Corinnj what she’s going to be diving into if she’s getting tangled up with this.”

“I highly doubt Corinnj is naïve enough to assume she isn’t a pawn being placed on a chessboard.”  Uldren wondered about that but he agreed with Jolyon in the end.  Selene Corinnj didn’t strike him as a naïve woman who wore rose colored glasses while looking at the world.  He realized he didn’t know anything about her except from what Jolyon told him and the two got along like oil and water.

Selen’s Quarters

“I suppose I’ll be getting that message from Sjur Eido any minute now,” Selene said aloud to her empty room.  Her mother lived on another part of the Reef and she visited when she got the chance.  Though it was hardly what she’d call a welcoming visit, she did it more out of obligation than true concern.  Selene looked down her shirt at the bandages and rolled her eyes at the sound of the incoming message.

Captain Corinnj, hiding serious injuries endangers everyone not just yourself.  As the queen has requested leniency in this regard, you are only receiving a written reprimand.  Do not do this again.

Selene blew out a relieved breath and tossed the small data pad away.  “The queen must really want that information if she’s willing to tell Eido to back off.”  Selene plopped in the chair and propped her feet on the table.  She leaned her head back to look up at the ceiling and her eyes narrowed as she recalled the information she grabbed from the computer.  “I won’t speak of it to anyone else, but this information.”  Selene released a pent up sigh as she realized both the queen and the prince were after the same thing.

“The Black Garden huh?”

[kirakuudere1]

How crow interacts with all characters of destiny 1/2. Pt 2

Eris morn: I think crow would be very comfortable with Eris, they have the same energy and eris would listen to him and prob have tea with him and ikora. SUPER CUTEE

Eva levante: she made his new outfit so I think she would be the sweet grandma who would give him a hug and a cookie and yell at people she finds bullying him then give him a pat on the head.

fail safe: two personality’s.. I think her sympathetic personality would be nice to him and relate to him, then her sarcastic/rude personality would totally joke about shit and be annoyed (but would also totally roast people who hate him) I think she would be like that one aunt who’s nice but also not at the same time and also always somehow has a bottle of wine. 😭

fynch: THEY WOULD BE BUDDIES, ESPECIALLY THEIR GHOSTS, plus they act the same, it’s cute, fynch would relate to crow and would listen to him and joke with him like elementary boys. AWEE

ikora: very motherlike and would give advise like master wu 😭 but honestly would listen with tea and when someone hurt him would just give this them stare (she could beat them, I mean the defeated shaxx sooo-) 10/10

immaru: he’s rude, very rude, honestly prob dislikes crow and jokes about his past a cayde a lot and also references that “all gaurdian are monsters, take crow as an example.” NOT CEWL

[kanawolf]

So I've been playing a lot of Destiny and having a lot of feelings so help a disaster out?

[aslyran]

Visions

[abidethetempest]

new chapter!!!!

[bagel-bird-ainsor]

Detective Bobby Fulbright my beloved.

This design is from the concept art! I like it a lot, so I’ve kinda adopted it as a headcanon design for a younger Fulbright, back around the UR-1 incident. This version of him is such a Me design so I had to draw it.

Anyway bonus doodle of him and Simon hanging out

Also here’s the OG concept art (kinda blurry. Was the highest res version i could find)

[karalovesallthegirls]

Kara has always dreaded the day she’d meet her soulmate. 

There’s relief in knowing she has one, of course. The person meant for her didn’t die with Krypton. That’s something! Even still, it’s hard to feel excited for the moment they meet, because that’s the moment Kara will hurt them. She’s had their exclamation of pain inked into her skin for as long as she’s been on Earth. In some ways it’s better. Most people have phrases like “good morning” or “hold the door please” as their soulmate’s first words. They have to endure hundreds of almosts, breath held just in case that stranger really is the one. Kara won’t have to do that. Her words are far too distinct.

It's agony, thinking about how their meeting will go. She spends years imagining every possible scenario, each one more painful than the last, yet the day it happens she barely even registers it. The words wash right over her, drowned out by the loud crack as her hand makes sudden contact with a stranger's face. The telltale crunch of contact shocks her. She hadn't registered anyone was there during her dramatic retelling, otherwise she would have kept her gestures small. She wouldn't have flung her hand out with such force.

The woman she's hit is hunched over, clutching at her face. She gasped loud and sharp when it hit, and now she's just wheezily breathing in shock. Kara can see blood starting to drip down her wrist.

“Did you," the woman gasps, and her voice sounds wet. "Did you just break my nose?” Kara wants to die.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay? I am so sorry!”

People are looking at them and the woman keeps cursing under her breath and Kara really, really doesn’t know what to do. Her hands hover uselessly over the hunched figure, desperate to soothe but scared to touch in a moment like this. “I didn’t mean to – I was telling a story and I got too excited with my hands I guess, I didn’t see you there. Are you- can I-”

She looks to Alex for guidance, but she’s just staring at the interaction with a wide-eyed wonder. Typically her sister knows what to do in a scary situation, but now she’s looking just as clueless. They’re both barely awake at this point – it’s six in the morning and they’ve been at this airport terminal since midnight, miserably watching their red eye flight push into a mid-day departure. They’re both half-delirious, which is fun when you’re goofing off but less so when you’ve just broken a stranger’s nose. 

And then it hits her. The words she’s carried on her arm for so many years are tingling, she realizes, and they’ve been tingling from the second her skin met the girl’s. 

Did you did you just break my nose?

“Oh wow,” Kara says, dumbfounded. “It’s you.” The woman falls silent. She must be realizing too Kara thinks as she fumbles with her sleeve, pushing it up enough to show her inked arm. The woman's eyes drop to the tattoo that's brought such shame to Kara for so long. She feels her eyes like a touch. “I – I’m so happy to meet you! I’m so sorry it happened like this.” She laughs and it sounds strained. Her hands are shaking. The woman doesn't look up from her arm.

Even hunched over in pain, it's clear the woman is beautiful. Important, even, considering how she's dressed. She's dressed like she's en route to lead a business conference, her tight black skirt and matching blazer scream business professional. Though the effects are tampered a bit by the splattering of blood that’s dripped down her white blouse. Kara wonders how old she is to be dressed like that. She must be older to look like that. At nearly nineteen, Kara has never had anything more than a graduation to dress nicely for, and even then she wore her stained dress pants. This woman - her soulmate - must be much older than her, which feels strange to think. She looks Kara's age, maybe even younger. If not for how clearly tailored to her body her clothes are, she'd almost look like she was playing dress up.

Kara feels self-conscious then, sharply aware of how she must look to her soulmate. As smart as it felt to come to the airport in pajamas for her all-night flight, standing in rubber duck pajama pants while trying to have a conversation with her goddess of a soulmate did little for Kara's confidence.

When Kara’s eyes finally track back up to her face, she finds sharp green ones staring back. They're the prettiest eyes she's ever seen, and they don't seem interested in looking away. That's fine with her - she's more than content to stare right back.

It's only the soft plop of blood hitting tile that draws her attention back to her crime, and she can see the way the woman's hands have become covered in blood. "Oh gosh, here - let me…”  Kara fumbles in her backpack for a moment with no clear plan. All she knows is she has to do something to fix this. She fumbles about before pulling out a clean t-shirt. “Here. For the-” She holds it out to the girl and gestures at her own face. Slowly, like she’s scared Kara might grab her or something, the woman takes the offered shirt. She wipes the blood from her face and hands, dabbing beneath her nose. The bleeding seems to have stopped, at least, and the shirt helps contain what's escaped. Watching a stranger wipe blood on her high school band t-shirt shouldn’t thrill Kara as much as it does, and yet.

Kara laughs again, the sound nervous and high-pitched, before taking a step towards her. Her soulmate’s eyes go wide, tracking her movements, and Kara's heart clenches when she steps away. The rapid race of her soulmate's heart beats into Kara's ear - she can literally hear her fear. She holds her hands up in surrender, stepping back to where she’d been before. The last thing she wants is for her to be afraid. “Does it hurt?” she asks, and her soulmate shakes her head no. “That’s good. That’s good. I- uh." She has nothing more to say, and her soulmate's certainly not contributing. Kara’s palms are sweating. She hasn’t sweat since she was thirteen, but one look from this person has her rubbing her hands on her pajama pants like a middle schooler at a dance.

The woman finishes wiping up and lets her arms fall, blessing Kara with her first real look at her face. Bloodied and skittish, she’s beautiful in a way Kara can hardly comprehend, in a way she could never imagine. Kara's pretty sure she's blushing now for some reason, and she has to flex her toes to be sure she’s still touching the ground. “My name’s Kara,” she says, and then gestures over her shoulder. “That’s my sister Alex. We’re flying home for winter break. Midvale - Midvale is home for us. Where- where are you flying to?”

The woman stares and stares, and Kara's starting to panic thinking she'd given her soulmate a head injury that's muted her somehow, when at last the woman speaks just barely above a whisper.

“Home,” she says. It feels like her heart might burst just from hearing that one stilted word. Kara wants to hear a thousand more, wants to hear nothing else for the rest of her life.

“That’s awesome. W-where’s home for you?” The woman's lip trembles as she opens her mouth, closes it, and then opens it again.

 “I’m sorry,” she says, and then throws the t-shirt at Kara’s face. 

Kara fumbles catching it, distracted by the shock and gross factor of having a blood-soaked shirt hurled at her face, and it takes her far too many precious seconds to realize her soulmate is gone. Bewildered, Kara looks around before just catching sight of her vanishing around the corner, high heels and racing heart clattering away. She looks at Alex. Alex waves at her, frantic. “Go!” Alex yells, and Kara takes off.

Pretending to be a human has never been harder than it is while chasing after her soulmate. Normal human pace - especially what's acceptable at an airport - is not fast enough for this, not when the woman has already gotten so far ahead. Kara must look ridiculous, bursting into sprints only to trip suddenly into a walk over and over again, her ears locked on to the thudding heartbeat and faint whispers of her soulmate mumbling, “crap crap crap crap,” ahead.

Kara’s thankful they’re in an airport, at least. Her soulmate can’t just run outside, and Kara is fine embracing the romcom trope of following her love onto the plane. Her soulmate stops moving ahead and Kara speeds up, nearly wiping out twice tripping over luggage and small children. Her heart is in her throat as she clears the corner her soulmate is behind and pushes her way into the door she's passed through. All the wind knocks out of her lungs then when she sees her again. The woman looks up at her in shock, as if she didn't think Kara would chase her. As if Kara would just let her go. With a visible gulp, her soulmate flees around a corner and disappears out of sight. Kara manages a single step forward before a body blocks her way, and she looks up to see a massive security guard staring down at her.

“Membership card, please.”

Kara tries to peer around him. He steps in her way, cutting her vision off. Her soulmate led her into some private place you can't just walk into, she realizes, glancing around at the sleek appearance and exclusive atmosphere. “I- uh, left my card in my other bag,” she says, gesturing back over her shoulder. She can hear her soulmate’s breathing and it's all she can focus on. She’s right there. Just out of sight. Kara is so close. “I’m afraid you need your card to enter the fly lounge,” he says sternly. He starts pushing gently at her, trying to nudge her back out of the sliding glass door she’s come in. Kara almost forgets to let him move her. “I- I’m sorry, someone I need to talk to just went in there and I-” She stops in the doorway, hand firm on the wall. She can hear the way the guard huffs against her solid pressure. She’s not acting very human right now and she knows it.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, ma’am," he says, pushing more forcefully against her. Forceful enough that she knows she has to move even as all her instincts war against it. “Can- can I buy a membership? Like a day pass or something?”

The guard looks over at the front desk, making eye contact with a woman who looks like she would rather watch Kara be flayed alive than allowed another step inside.

“A day membership is $189 plus tax,” she whines out in a nasally voice, tone making clear she already knows Kara won’t be affording that. Which is accurate. Kara barely has enough to buy a meal. 

Looks like her soulmate is rich, then.

The man nudges her back again and a flash of panic echoes through her chest. For a moment, she envisions herself throwing him out the open door, tossing aside anything or anyone that tries to keep her from her future. But she’s already scared her soulmate enough for one day, so she smiles with forced bashfulness and allows herself to be walked back out of the lounge.

The frosted glass door marked High Flyers Club Lounge shuts her out mockingly. But it’s fine! Eventually her soulmate’s flight time will be here and she’ll have no choice but to come out and face her. Kara just has to be patient. (Kara hates being patient.)

She takes a seat against the wall across from the lounge entrance. Her glasses rest low on her nose as she stares her soulmate, soaking in every inch of her as she paces in the luxurious lounge. Her heart is racing, she seems on the edge of a panic attack, and Kara wants desperately to be in there with her talking her down. But she can’t, so she’s left to watch – at least until the girl steps into the private restroom. She stops watching after that. Instead, she settles down to listen to the comforting beat of her soulmate’s heart, closer now than it’s ever been.

Her mind wanders as she waits, mentally reviewing every moment of their interaction. Considering where she failed, where she succeeded. Making lists about what to say to her next. She never got her name, for one thing, and she still doesn’t know where her home is. There’s so much for her to learn.

Her mental meandering is so consuming that it takes her a bit to realize the heartbeat has moved farther away. At first she thinks her soulmate is just moving around the club, but no- she’s moving away from the airport.  A quick glance through walls shows her that her soulmate isn’t in the club anymore. The heartbeat is elevating, she realizes, and Kara runs to the glass wall just in time to see the plane - small, private, with an apparent access point from within the lounge – take off. 

Horror and confusion overwhelm her, bringing tears to her eyes. This doesn't make sense. Why would she just leave without saying a word? Why would her soulmate do that? It's almost unbearable, the pain of it. She doesn’t know how long she stands there, face pressed to the glass, listening as the heartbeat grows quieter and quieter before vanishing all together.

Kara learns a lot about grief after that. 

She knew a lot already – far more than any one person should ever know – but that grief carried a different weight. The loss of her people wasn't a choice by them. They didn't want to die. The loss of her soulmate is its own beast, sharp and cruel in her heart, because this time the person she mourns chose to abandon her. Her soulmate chose to leave. She saw Kara that morning and decided that one look was enough, that Kara wasn't worth any more of her time. She left her there with nothing but a bloody t-shirt and a thousand questions. Kara never even learned her name.

She goes through the stages – she feels her anger burning out in her eyes, feels the sorrow take hold. She denies it, she bargains with everyone, anyone. She calls the Flyer’s Club, tries calling the FAA. She tracks flight logs and makes cold calls and still finds nothing at all. She writes about it on soulmate websites and Medium articles, casting a wide net so that someday when – if, her mind reminds her. if if if - her soulmate ever looks she’ll be able to find her.  

Time dulls the sharpness, though, and the years shift that rejected feeling into a more muted anger. Kara doesn't care about the love lost. She doesn't care if the person is her other half. All she cares about is the anger. Finding her feels more like a hunt than a quest for love – she’s got a lot to say to the other woman when they finally meet again. She just wants one more meeting, that’s all. Just enough time to tell her exactly where she can go. Kara doesn’t need a soulmate, after all. Her life is full of love and joy and adventure, and she doesn’t need another person to complete her. She graduates college with a degree in English, minor in Journalism – her attempts to track down her soulmate really ignite the journalistic bug in her, and with Clark’s constant encouragement it feels inevitable. She moves to a big city despite her small-town fears and she gets a job almost no one survives. Kara is thriving.

It almost shocks her, then, the way her heart trips over itself when she sees her again.

They’re watching the trial, her and Alex, and Alex is halfway through a lecture on how she’d always known Lex Luthor was evil by the way he wore his pants – (“Good guys don’t wear their pants that high, Kara, it’s common sense.”) – when Kara's nerves jolt like a lightning bolt has rushed through her. Her gasp is so sharp Alex screams almost in sympathy. 

“What? What is it?” Alex yells at her, looking around for some danger lurking nearby. Kara tumbles to the floor practically crawling to the television screen. Someone new has taken the stand, someone she'd recognize anywhere.

“Alex,” she says, jamming her finger against the somewhat grainy image projected on her television. “It's her.” “What!” “My soulmate!" Kara knows it like she knows herself, even after all this time. She looks different. Six years of struggle sit clear in her hard gaze, her mouth twisted into solemn resignation. She looks almost casual on the stand, sitting comfortably despite the eyes of the world on her. Like it's just a regular conversation. Like she’s not about to help send her brother to prison for life. “Lena Luthor, sister of the defendant” reads the helpful banner beneath her grim face. Even after everything, Kara is struck by her. She's breathtaking. Kara kind of hates her for it. “Hold on, that’s- you barely even saw her when you met! You don’t know for sure.” Alex sounds desperate, which is fair. The younger sister of the man who tried to kill Superman is certainly not an ideal soulmate for someone like Kara, but it doesn't matter. It's her. “I’m sure,” she says, and feels the truth of it deep in her bones.

A giggle hits her then that's so inappropriate for the moment it makes her feel crazy, but she can't help it. As Lena Luthor begins to explain the piles of evidence she’s gathered against her brother, Kara giggles away. She feels almost drunk on it, smug and satisfied. “Found you,” she says, almost like a taunt. She drags her finger over the screen, feeling the static of her ancient television biting back at her as she caresses Lena Luthor's face. The anger that’s long settled inside of her seems to reignite with every charged word Lena speaks against her brother, with every glance she makes at the camera. She can feel Alex’s nervous energy behind her but she doesn’t care. The politics of this, the implications - none of it matters to Kara. What matters is she has a name, and she has a general location. She's so close she can practically taste it. “See you soon, soulmate,” Kara whispers, and for a second it feels almost like Lena is staring right back.

[hyakunana]

"My friend, my partner… my Guardian."

[felidaeng]

get pookied

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

*rolls up 15 years late with Avatar the Last Airbender thoughts*

So I've been rewatching clips from the show lately to refresh my memory while I'm writing my Zuko Alone fanfic. And last night I rewatched the clip where Iroh teaches Zuko how to redirect lightning and I have had thoughts about this scene for years so I might as well finally throw them into the void of tumblr.

So, this scene is insane to me, because at the end of learning how he could-hypothetically- redirect lightning, Zuko looks at Iroh and, completely seriously says "okay I'm ready to try it with the real thing now". Like, Zuko, the boy with a massive scar on his face from where his father burned him just looks at his uncle and says, "shoot me with lightning".

And yes, he's 16 and not thinking but that's part of the point because the amount of blind, complete trust Zuko has in Iroh to look at him and say "shoot lightning at me" after the insane trauma he had at the hands of his own father- that is WILD to me. Zuko literally trusts Iroh so much that he just assumes, without even having to think about it, that no matter how volatile and unpredictable the lightning is, Iroh won't hurt him because Zuko cannot fathom his uncle hurting him.

And of course, Iroh's appalled because Zuko's standing there with a massive scar on his face from when his father misused firebending against him and likewise, Iroh cannot fathom hurting Zuko. And since IROH knows how volatile and unpredictable lightning is and how it could literally kill his son nephew he is absolutely NOT going to use it just to let Zuko practice redirecting lightning, but he's so flabbergasted that Zuko would even ask him that that he just kind of splutters angrily that he will ABSOLUTELY NOT shoot lightning at Zuko. (it's also just another layer of how messed up Ozai is because he shot lightning at Zuko without a second thought later)

But I hope Iroh thought about it later and realized the amount of pure, unthinking trust Zuko has in him because ;-; the child didn't even THINK about it. "Okay uncle shoot lightning at me now. I know I'll be safe because it's you." I love them so much 😭😭

[braindamagedrizz]

I need suggestions on what would be Saint and Osiris’ most likely reaction to one of my pigeons being killed/hunted, this has reasoning I swear, the culprit is someone they are very close to ifykyk

I’m getting many ideas from close friends but may as well reach out

[seigephoenix]

Take Me Back to Eden

Art is by the absolutely lovely @/nagunkgunk here on Tumblr. It's finally time to post their story which will be in 4 arcs. This is the masterpost for the entire project. All parts will be linked here and will be included on my Destiny masterlist post as well. The triggers are for the entire story arc but each individual chapter will be tagged with the triggers within.

Ship: Guardian/Crow (endgame ship and you'll see why they have the red string) Content Warning: graphic violence, sexual content, trauma, loss, battling against suicidal thoughts, partner loss, struggling to overcome self destructive tendencies

Take Me Back to Eden - Arc 1

This arc takes place back when Siobhan was known as Selene Corinnj and before Uldren became Crow. Two damaged people looking to survive and forge a connection, but each using the other for their own gains. It's not a healthy type of love and they are the definition of 'they make each other worse not better' but they'd take a bullet for one another. This arc ends with Selene's death and Uldren struggling to overcome the internal wounds her death left on him.

One

Take Me Back to Eden - Arc 2

Siobhan wakes up as a Guardian with no memories of her past life. Her first encounter is with another pair of Guardians that take her under their wing. Emyr and Jareth. She forges an incredible bond with the two Guardians, and falls head over heels for Emyr. Theirs is a passionate, loving, and intense relationship. Burning as bright as the sun. But all bright light fades eventually. The Vault of Glass takes Emyr from Siobhan and she's left reeling after his loss. She turns to self-destructive thoughts and dives headfirst into hunting the very things that took Emyr from her. The Vex. She encounters Uldren and Mara while on her way to find a way into the Black Garden.

Uldren has to face the reality that his former lover is now a Guardian. A stranger is wearing her face. A face he could still recall when closing his eyes. Her voice was the same. Everything was the same except she was a Guardian, who had no memories of the past. Bitterness threatens to choke him and he takes advantage of this Siobhan needing to find a Vex gate lord. It's almost beautiful in the toxicity of this relationship, they are both using each other for their own purposes. Both using the other to burn away memories of past loves.

This arc ends with the battle with Oryx, and Uldren's subsequent disappearance from the system.

Take Me Back to Eden - Arc 3

This arc opens just after the Red War with Siobhan reeling from regaining her memories after losing her Light. She gets the call from Cayde to help with the Prison of Elders. Siobhan vows to stop Uldren no matter what it took, even as her heart screamed at her to stop.

The events of Forsaken play out as they did in the game, but Siobhan is left begging Uldren to stop. She lays it all out for him, everything she had to get him to turn away. To not make her pull the trigger. She does.

Siobhan goes into a sort of exile to deal with her feelings after killing Uldren. She still fights for the Vanguard but her heart isn't in it anymore and her friends and fireteam notice, but she won't open up to anyone. Not even to her best friend Nevia. This arc ends with Siobhan meeting Crow face to face.

Take Me Back to Eden - Arc 4 (Final Arc)

Siobhan keeps her distance from Crow, but puts out a threatening message to any Guardian that wants to mess with him. Hurt him and they'll have to face her. She knows that as a Guardian he has a chance to make a new life for himself, and she supports that. Though she does feel a little more understanding of how Uldren felt when she rocked up to Mara's throne room that day looking for the Black Garden. Siobhan still fights for the Vanguard, but Nevia notices she doesn't go on missions with Crow and worries about that.

Crow regains his memories through his link with Mara. He and Siobhan have it out and it is vicious on both sides with the hurt they're throwing at each other. They go into the Pale Heart after the Witness both smarting from their words to one another. Through being put together in close proximity and facing down what would happen if the Witness wins, they eventually find their way to apologizing.

Siobhan loses Arawn after the final battle, and it was Emyr who showed up instead of Cayde for her. Emyr was the one who told her to stop living in the past and to live for the future. Siobhan vows to live up to that promise.

She and Crow find some time after the final battle and all the celebrations to finally just talk. It's not perfect, there's healed over scars and trauma that will always haunt them, but they found their way to one another again.

[drakenathan]

we didnt talk enough about saint putting his arm around osiris in the final cutscene. theyre really the most precious fictional couple ever.