#fikrul

[mordyy]

[kinadestiny2]

long time no see

[mwem]

Fikrul the Revenant... 🦇🩸

(I actually love the concept of this episode but still don't understand what's happening lol)

[agersscepter]

the melody sounds like a child, yearning for his father

[baede-6]

What I want to know is who took that picture of Uldren and framed it for Fikrul? Was it Fikrul? Where did he get the frame? I can't imagine him being able to delicately place a photo in a frame. Who brought those nice candles all the way into that fortress and made it across those jumps without breaking them? I HAVE QUESTIONS BUNGIE.

[prince--esque]

Uh...sir, can you come pick up your son? Yeah no, he keeps turning the other kids into zombies and just generally reviving those who are supposed to stay dead. Yeah, he keeps waving his staff around and saying things like being 'reborn through extinction'? Sorry for any inconvenience.

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

Destiny antagonists/ bosses as TikTok hate comments

Eramis: idk leave me alone

Nezarec: 😂😂Ts so funny Imma follow you home😂😂

Calus: do you do weddings?

Xivu Arath: MEN USED TO GO TO WAR

Oryx: this is my first impression of you btw

Savathûn: on everyone’s soul but mine, this is hard af 🔥

Rhulk: I better not catch you on my fyp again or it’s over for you

Ghaul: Post this on Instagram reels

Riven: AND THE CROWD GOES HOME‼️

Atheon: I’m employed (as time’s conflux) what does this mean

Skolas: on MY cellular device?!?!

Crota: ratio

The Witness: this pmo

Fikrul: I’m going to tell a trusted adult about you

Maya Sundaresh: flying cars they said

Nokris: my crew, let’s go

Taniks: just put the fries in the bag

Kelgorath: glaze

Atraks: Hey so this is insane!

Uldren Sov: Hope this helps!

Panoptes: AI could never recreate this

The Scorn Barons together: You have a hidden talent! Keep it hidden

Gahlran: I’m a starving child starving to death and this is the last thing I’m going to read before I die. Goodbye.

Aksis: In the year of SIVA dawg 😭🙏

[kaiserouo]

aww he's just a lost child

[thefirstknife]

TRAILER!!!!!!

Most important thing to end our fears and debates: Eramis IS in this season and she is AGAINST Fikrul! She says that he must be stopped.

[abyssalcleave]

"BOW TO FIKRUL, KELL OF KELLS!"

[mordyy]

[outbreakperfected]

image i made for my buddy who i cleared contest vesper's with (he is not on tumblr) as an icon for his discord server. i think i am brave enough to share 9/11 fikrul with the world now

the .png if anyone wants him

[theforsakenprince]

goddd the mission being called something left to say (as opposed to the last Forsaken mission, Nothing Left to Say). Fikrul saying he "i inspired, avenged" because that's exactly what Uldren told him to do. Fikrul's first instinct being denial, because if you really think about it his entire second life with Uldren- his purpose- is a lie.

[artificial-radiance]

more crabs ! first one is fikrul for my au, second is my oc ybaskes :]

ybaskes is leucistic, and the paint he wears represents his status as a baron in the house of song (fanmade house w its own lore i made). if i really leaned into the whole thing, he should be more blue toned, but i like him more warm so he stays that way. Not pictures is the scar going over his face -- he lost his eye and part of his mandible in the past, and the mandible grew back a little wrong.

fikrul is piebald in contrast, leaning towards true albinism, hence the bluer tone (as well as being genetically grey using my specbio). I feel like pink eyes is a symbol of being a genetic freak in my designs -- he's half weaver and half dancer genetically, so he shares a mix of traits from them, though he is most visibly a dancer despite being raised amongst weavers.

[noting it here: the scorn do not exist in my au, but the scorned barons are their own characters still -- they're all lightbearers located on one of Riis' moons]

[a-driftamongopenstars]

still reflection; crow ficlet

inspired by this amazing art that i just can't stop thinking about. ough? introspective crow, mostly about fikrul, but also about identity and choices. also on ao3 tagging @anactualmoth as promised 👀 might not be quite what you expected but 😅 i had some thoughts

The bathroom is filled with translucent clouds of steam as Crow steps out of the shower stall. His skin has acquired a purplish tint, scrubbed clean and raw of the dark Ether. 

He brushes his hair back, running his palm down his neck. It does not hurt, yet the pressure is still there, a memory of Fikrul holding him. He believes deep down that Fikrul did not want to hurt him, simply couldn’t. He escaped by what one could only call an intervention by the Guardian. And even so, Crow wishes he could talk to Fikrul again. To make him see reason, to pull him over the thin line. Their bond has transcended all the laws of physics, for how else could it be when Uldren brought to life a dead thing.

Crow’s guts clench as he thinks of the Traveler, of himself, a dead thing.

He remembers his discussions with Fikrul. They were often lengthy, in-depth. They talked of the nature of things, of devotion, of dependance. Crow remembers his voice going hoarse from talking, the endless talking. Fikrul’s ever patient listening. His hoarse plea, “Father”.

Crow shakes his head and lets out a shaky breath.

Condensation drips down the tiles of the bathroom, reflecting what little light there is. The mirror above the sink is murky, and Crow brushes his fingertips across it, revealing a reflection of his eyes. Bright, golden, they stare at him, and for a moment it is the eyes of someone else.

Someone who was mad, who’s heart was mangled by the Darkness and compassion that could not find purchase. Who, for all intents and purposes, had good intentions, and with them paved the road to hell.

Crow blinks at his reflection.

“You did this,” he mutters. Yes, he tells himself. Look into your own eyes, don’t you dare looking away. 

He reminds himself he can fix it. He will try, again and again. This is something he and Uldren have in common. That streak of unhealthy stubbornness, a goal set in mind and heart - and the path towards it, per aspera ad astra.

Crow shakes his head, he reminds himself that he is Uldren. Where there were two, there is only one now, holding both memories close to heart and mind. Balancing between two truths. Memories connected with a fine web of light and darkness, promises and decisions.

Guilt is gut-wrenching, guilt is a knife. He avoids thinking about questions that are worth asking. Did he do this to Fikrul? Is this all his fault? Is this something he must pay a price for? Was one not enough?

Crow stares back into the mirror, the soft overlay of mist dissipating, letting him see more of himself despite the darkness. He feels exposed, even in this small bathroom, with four walls pressing around him. Crow feels stripped of his defences. The reflection of him is gaunt and melancholic. 

For a moment he hesitates, then reaches to where his hair is brushed back. He carefully moves it, allowing the strands that have slightly dried to fall over his eye. Familiar, unchanging. Still him. Someone that Fikrul wanted to see. Someone that he had to leave behind.

He looks at his reflection firmly. Pulls the hair back and away. Unobstructed, candid. Still him.

Crow feels the choices in his palm, laid out from the moment he wished Fikrul into the world of the living. His responsibility. His wayward child. He only hopes he would not have to end that particular wish in a pool of ether-touched blood.

[baede-6]

"Fikrul" and "Rizz" are two words that should not be in the same sentence,but here we are.