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[morbid-mary]

Imagine

Some children of the Last City ambushing Lord Shaxx in a snowball fight…

[cats-and-fiction]

Shaxx s/0 " let me stay please " prompt

Years later it's here. An answer to your request. I had already wrote something but it didn't safe due to an error and...yeah. Here it is. It's not one of my most prized works but I'm getting back into writing so I hope you still enjoy it.

"let me stay" Prompt

It had been a chilly day when you and Shaxx had taken a little walk in the tower. You had proposed a break to him from the whole crucible vendoring and just wanted to have some time with him. Though your little chat was suddenly interrupted when out of nowhere you heared ships entering the atmosphere. After a second with no sound anywhere you two saw the giant ship come closer towards the city and the round form of the traveler. A Cabal ship you never had seen anywhere. Shaxx hand rested atop your shoulder when he slowly pulled you towards him, hand resting on the gun on his hip. Your hands reached into position yourself when you Ghost transmitted your gun to you. Both of you faced the ship as it got closer and mere second later the first shot was fired. Somewhere in the distance explosions erupted and two felt the earth shaking under your feet. "Go into the city and help as many civilians as you can", his deep voice rang out to you but you only shook your head. You knew Shaxx wanted to get you out of harms way, keeping you safe and protected as the city itself now appeared not as dangerously as the tower which was now attacked almost every second.

"I'm staying. You know I can help here too, there are already hundreds of Guardians down there.", was the only thing you could say now before the first Cabal drop pods crashed in the tower, two almost right beside you. "Let me stay", you could hear Shaxx grumble under his helmet but you were right. You were capable and the tower was almost empty. In the end he was thankful you had stayed, if it wasn't for you he didn't belief he could have kept all the civilians safe that looked for help and were trapped in the tower.

[the-light-finds-its-way]

Imagine that when a Guardian is risen for the first time, the only scar they bear is if they were killed by some unnatural force. If they're shot, they are left with a bullet wound. If they're stabbed, they're left with a stab wound.

One Human, he is risen by his Ghost as a Titan. Armor is fabricated onto his body, so he doesn't see what he looks like beneath. No less, the man fights his way through as per his Ghost's instructions, and makes his way to the Tower.

It's there that Shaxx brings him to the armory, and gives him some better armor to wear.

As the new Titan takes off what he wears, his bare torso shows.

Lord Shaxx nods, pointing to the man's chest. "Those are brave scars you bear, new Light. Wear them with pride and honor."

The Titan looks down at his chest. Beneath the breastbone, one long thin scar stretches from beneath his left arm to beneath his right, as though open once to cut away something within. He doesn't know what this scar is from, only that he apparently died getting it.

No less, the Titan armors up, and then spends the day training, practicing with his newfound Titan powers. He's a brute, with immense fury and strength, as any Titan would be. When done for the day, he goes to a small food stand in the Tower to grab a bite to eat. There are open terminals, which he makes his way toward, then begins searching.

"Lower breastbone scar" is what he searches for.

The results show up in mass quantities. All of them are about transgender FTM top surgery, and general gender affirming care.

The man next searches "transgender FTM". Once more the results give copious amounts of information. He sees that transgender is defined as somebody who was born differently than they feel their true gender is. They can choose to transition however they wish, or not at all.

Looking at his chest, knowing the scar is beneath his armor, the man's heart sinks, beats slowing near to a halt. He grips the terminal as his mind swarms with thoughts, and tears fill his eyes.

He never got to live as himself. He went for top surgery to fix a body that was his and make it liveable. And he never made it for whatever reason. He died during surgery. And he never got to live his life as himself.

The man breaks down sobbing, unable to handle this realization.

Why? Why couldn't he have lived his life as himself? Why did he have to die? Why—

The man types into the terminal what Guardians are. He sees they are people who once lived as mortals, but have died and been chosen by a Ghost to be risen, and live once more as defenders of the universe. These Guardians are wiped clean of their memories entirely. They remember basic functions, like breathing, eating, sleeping, speaking, and so on. But the reason why they maintain no memories is unknown. However, Guardians themselves say it's for one reason, and one reason only.

Guardians make their own destiny.

The man looks at himself. He looks at the terminal and his search on transness. Many trans people speak online about their anguish, rage, and sorrow, directed at themselves for being born "wrong", and that this anguish follows them forever until death. They cannot be free of it so easily.

But the man remembers none of this. He doesn't remember any self-hate, any self deprecation. He is, to himself, a man. Just a man without memories of pain and sorrow. Though he now feels this anger because he could not live his life as himself before, he thinks.

He is free of pain and self loathing. He is free of his past. He does not remember his life before being risen as his male self. He has no regrets or anger toward his past, only such feelings directed at the universe. But he thinks for a moment, about Guardians and destiny, that he is free of his past to create a new legacy of his own. And it's there he realizes it all.

He died during surgery, and was risen to live free as himself. Free of pain. Free of sorrow. Free of everything bad. He is free to live. Just live. Nothing holding him back. He is free.

The man's tears stop, and he looks at himself again. Finally, he smiles, his arms reaching around him as he holds his own body gently. With love.

He may not know who he was, but he doesn't want to. Deadnames stay dead. Dead selves stay dead. And in their place, he lives. A man. Through and through, not a doubt in his mind. And he will create a new destiny for himself as such.

[stoshasaurus]

right. I need to add some fucking context to this.

My current pfp in one of my discord servers is one of my recent drawings of Felwinter. I was talking about my desire to go out and get donuts this morning, particularly a banana Bismarck (basically a banana-flavored Boston cream donut, if you asked me to sum it up) from this local donut shop. I expressed that I enjoy having characters as my pfp because I imagine that they are saying my words, and it made me wonder how Felwinter would feel about donuts for breakfast, and banana bismarcks. I promised that once I had returned from my expedition to acquire said donuts, that I would write a short snippet about Felwinter eating a banana Bismarck.

So, here it is. An extremely silly, probably HIGHLY inaccurate mini-fic about Shaxx bringing Felwinter donuts for breakfast.

Disgustingly sweet (both literally and figuratively) Felshaxx fluff ahead.

Felwinter only finds himself sleeping in when he is visiting Shaxx. The Iron Lord never sleeps at all; he doesn’t need to, and there is always work to be done. He often finds himself quite busy in the evenings, scouring submind data or organizing lessons for his new student, activities that he obsesses over long after dusk, when any ordinary man would retire for the night. But endless work and looming threats be damned, Shaxx has an absurdly comfortable bed, with far too many pillows and a mattress so soft that Felwinter’s frame sinks immediately into it like a stone in a pond. He’d never known he needed a soft bed with a mountain of pillows. It has become one of the millions of little things he looks forward to when it comes to visiting his beloved in the Last Safe City of Humanity

His infrequent holiday stays in the City have been growing in length recently. In the past, he was lucky to have a single evening to himself to spend, a few scant hours spent being shown all of the spectacular things Shaxx detailed to him in his letters. Now, he is allotted more time, sometimes a week or more, once or twice a month. There was never any announcement made; Felwinter highly suspects that Radegast had been pestered into lessening the burdens of his duties by those few nosy Lords who had deciphered his unspoken relationship with Shaxx. Absolute wretches, all of them. He cannot complain.

He sleeps in more frequently now; Shaxx wakes earlier than him, often unable to step away from his post for longer than a few hours. But he never leaves without soft murmurs goodbye and a few kisses pressed to his face. Felspring teases him relentlessly when he finds himself brushing his hand over where Shaxx’s had been. He swats at her before dozing off for the next hour or so, Arc energy buzzing across his frame long after the Warlord has gone, soft flickers of static mimicking well-known, well-loved fingertips.

When he does finally wake up, it is to a still-empty house. If he makes a small noise of disappointment, he will never admit to it. He makes the bed, dresses himself, and opens the windows to let the sun and the air in, admiring the cityscape in the distance. It truly is as marvelous as Shaxx had made it out to be. A place where flowers bloom and birds sing, and Lightless people sleep without guns in their hands. Shaxx had entrusted Felwinter (and Felwinter alone. Oh, isn’t that a precious thought?) with a small, messy manuscript of hand-written poetry. Felwinter had smiled as Shaxx asked for his aid in revising it, hiding his apprehension in his hands as he wrung them, his feet as he shuffled them, his eyes as he averted them from his face. The very same manuscript lay on the kitchen counter, pockmarked with notes and bookmarks, the pages marked with fresh ink in the margins where Felwinter had endlessly praised Shaxx’s prose (in a much more legible script). Where words often failed the Iron Lord, his writing never did. He confessed his love through paragraphs of detailed interpretation and literary analysis. Poetry of his own.

Felwinter is in the process of writing more notes in the manuscript when Shaxx finally returns to the house. Felwinter turns to greet him– there is a tray of twin coffee cups in one hand and a small box cradled in the other, another bag tucked in his elbow.

Shaxx’s Ghost graciously removes the man’s helmet in time for him to press a kiss to his forehead. “Morning,” he rumbles as he deposits his goodies on the counter.

Felwinter absorbs the matching icons printed on the bag and the box. Some kind of bakery, evidently. He shuts the manuscript and sets it aside, taking one of the cups when Shaxx hands it to him. “Good morning,” he replies. “How goes the Crucible?”

“Astoundingly boring. I have no exciting clips to share.” The man sounds almost wounded. Felwinter curses whichever Guardian neglected to throw enough grenades to elicit excitement in the Crucible Handler. “The new Lights tend to try their luck during the summer months. I almost feel bad watching them get decimated by some of our veteran fireteams.”

“One would think the loss would motivate them to try harder.”

Shaxx laughs as he opens the box and examines its contents, out of Felwinter’s line of sight. “It does! That’s the thing about the newly Risen. They haven’t learned what quitting is yet.”

Felwinter does not protest when Shaxx plucks something out of the box and presses it insistently into his hand. It is a soft pastry, glazed with a sweet white frosting and sprinkled with what looks like chunks of cookies. Shaxx grabs an identical item out of the box, but his eyes are on Felwinter rather than the thing in his hand.

The Iron Lord puzzles over it, tilting it carefully so as not to spill the toppings, and stares at Shaxx. “What is this?”

“It’s a donut.” He shrugs with one shoulder. “It’s called a Bismarck. A banana Bismarck, to be exact.” He sounds overly proud of himself as he tilts his chin triumphantly. Felwinter huffs at the display.

Felspring hovers over his shoulder, studying the treat curiously. Felwinter wishes that she had a mouth so she could try it herself. In her stead, he slowly takes a bite, watching Shaxx mirror him with equal trepidation. He cranes his neck over the counter and cups his hand under the Bismarck, making sure no debris falls to the floor. The kitchen is flooded with an oddly pregnant silence as they chew thoughtfully in tandem with one another.

Felwinter signifies the end of his chewing and swallowing with “It’s good.”

“I concur,” Shaxx says. He is still chewing, and the words are muffled as he cleverly keeps his mouth as closed as possible. Crumbs speckle the corners of his lips. “Very sweet.”

“Obscenely,” he remarks. Shaxx barks a laugh.

Felwinter takes another bite. He feels like something, a loose screw, or a damaged cog, clicks back into place. He plucks a cookie off of the top of the thing and pops it into his mouth. It crunches loudly in the metal hollow of his mouth, and the sound drowns out every other thought in his head. Shaxx chuckles at him again, looking very strangely infatuated, and Felwinter cannot stop the lights that dot his chest and his neck from flickering in diffidence.

When his mouth dries up from consuming the pastry, Felwinter reaches for the coffee. It is strong, straight black just the way he likes it, and pleasantly hot rather than scalding. He drinks deeply and feels his plates thaw from the warmth of it, his mouth, his throat, his chest, and his stomach, each system absorbing it individually. The bitterness is a perfect complement to the sweetness of the Bismarck. Shaxx watches him overtly, an earnest tenderness visible in his eyes, unhurried anticipation visible in his open posture. Silently, he seeks appraisal.

“It’s very good,” Felwinter murmurs. All of the words he knows feel inadequate to describe his feelings, so he resorts to simplicity instead. “Thank you.”

Shaxx physically sags against the counter with what Felwinter assumes is relief. An uncharacteristically bashful grin pulls at the corners of his mouth. “I’m glad. I wasn’t sure you’d like it.”

The Exo’s eyes sparkle with his version of a coy smile. “Do I not strike you as the type to enjoy banana-flavored sweets, Lord Shaxx?”

“No, Fel. Not at all.”

As if to prove him wrong, he takes another bite of the Bismarck. It is so sickeningly sweet that he is afraid it will somehow rot his metal mouth.

——

Playing Nice has ruined my fucking life. I’m so sorry.

[netraptor]

My husband got into the Destiny Rising closed alpha, and his initial impressions are very positive. The game is still rough, but fun to play. It appears to take place early in the City age, when the Iron Lords are still running things. The Speaker is a hot anime girl.

I got excited, because imagine if you wound up pulling Andal Brask or Shaxx the Warlord as playable characters. Or what if Dredgen Yor and Shin Malphur are a storyline?

One of my friends quipped that in this universe, Dredgen Yor is an anime babe. I retorted that no, Shin Malphur would be. Three seconds of searching on Google provided images that might fit.

Dredgen Yor if he was an anime gunslinger villain in a gacha game. You know he's going to be a rare pull and everyone will want him.

So, here's Shin Malphur:

Absolutely a cute anime girl with a big gun.

[thewildnopeboat]

Zavala, with a Manila folder draped over his face: Ikora, why is the Guardian causing problems for Lord Shaxx?

Ikora, sighing and looking over: Imagine a tiger caught in a cage. If given enough enrichment, the tiger will be calm. Take away the enrichment, it causes issues for its own amusement.

Zavala, looks over at her in confusion after removing the folder from his face: Ikora, what in the light is a Tiger?

Ikora: I keep forgetting you're not human...

[seigephoenix]

Kinktober 2024: Bratty

This is like diet brat, but it's what I was inspired to write. And I love this for them.

Ship: Siobhan x Crow Content Warnings: sass, major sass, p in v Length: 2.7k

Siobhan sat on the railing next to the where Lord Shaxx oversaw the Crucible.  She was just hiding away from a certain Vanguard and Shaxx didn’t ask her questions on why she was just sitting there.  Well, she thought he wouldn’t.  “You don’t run the Crucible, so why are you sitting there?” Shaxx asked without looking up.  “I’d love to have the Godslayer in the Crucible since your friend doesn’t show up anymore.”  Siobhan wrinkled her nose and he laughed.  “I thought that might be your answer.  Will you answer my question?”

“Maybe if you hide me if Crow comes by looking for me,” she replied cheekily and he crossed his arms.  “We… Had an argument about this new mission.”  Siobhan rested her chin on the palm of her hand with her elbow propped on her knee.  She could look down on the City from this position and she liked watching them, it gave her a sense of why they were fighting.

“Is it the one that involves the scorn?” Siobhan let out a heavy sigh and Shaxx shook his head.  “I understand your hesitation, but surely Crow has proven himself as an ally worth having?”  Siobhan looked over her shoulder before spinning around to face Shaxx.  There was something in his voice that had her on high alert.  “Are you still upset about the Forbidden Shore?”

“No.  Well, I mean I’ll always harbor a bit of guilt in some form or another.  I can’t help that, but I’m not hesitant because of that.”  Siobhan swung her legs as she waited for what he wanted to say.

“Then, is it about your relationship with him from before?” Shaxx asked slowly and her jaw dropped before she started laughing.  She hopped to her feet and stood boldly in front of Shaxx before tapping his chest with her knuckle.

“As if you can talk to me about a relationship with one of the Sov siblings.”  She could sense how flustered he was in his Light and he huffed at her.  “Gotcha.  You’re stalling me because Crow’s on his way here.”  As if on cue, she heard Crow marching up behind them.  “Be a little more subtle than that will you Shaxx?” Siobhan ducked the attempted grab for her and she jumped up into the rafters, pulling herself easily.

“Do not fall on me this time Siobhan!” Saladin yelled out from his spot for the Iron Banner.

“No promises old man,” Siobhan told him before she grinned and took off.  Her feet jumped from beam to beam as she avoided Crow’s chase.  She found herself in the underbelly and knew where she could hide.  Siobhan bolted in through the small doorway leading to Drifter and Nevia’s cozy spot.

“Siobhan?”

“Don’t tell him I’m here!” Siobhan jumped past them and lifted herself into the duct.

“One thing I’ll never understand.  How she can escape so quickly…”  Drifter shook his head as Nevia’s lips twisted.  Something spooked Siobhan, she’d never run like that if it hadn’t.  She had a good hunch it had to do with Crow and this new type of scorn that cropped up.  They waited but Crow never showed up, but a few moments later an ever familiar screech of defeat did.

“Guess he found her,” Drifter said with a chuckle as he flipped his coin.  Nevia sighed and set her hands on her hips as she could only imagine how that was going.

Hallway Above

“Lemme go!” Siobhan pushed at Crow’s face as he held her in a tight embrace.

“No.”  He took advantage of her pause to throw her over his shoulder and had Glint transmat them to his place.  “You’re going to tell me why you’re so pissed at me.”  He set her down and braced for the blow that never came.

“I’m pissed because you act like I’m the bad guy for not wanting to work with Eramis!” Siobhan yelled in answer.  Glint spun in alarm.  “It’s like you asking me to work with Oryx or Ghaul!  She very nearly killed me.  If I hadn’t turned to using the Darkness then I would be dead.”  Siobhan began pacing as she spoke, with her hands moving to emphasize her words.  “I cannot work with that eliksni.  I do not want to.  There are some things that even I can’t do,” Siobhan said as she came to a stop.

“We all have our burdens to bear Siobhan.  This will be for the good of the City, so please just work with her.”  Crow began and took a step back when her fist crackled with ice.  She looked surprised to see it and flicked her wrist, scattering the shards at her feet.  “Does it do that often?”

“Darkness is tied to our darker emotions, so it does tend to show up if.  If I’m a little too emotional.”  Siobhan sighed and turned back to face him.  “I have done a lot for this City, surely it can spare me this one time and another Guardian can take my place?”  She looked so defeated that he almost wanted to agree, but there was another part to the mission.

“I asked you specifically because…” Crow took a breath and ran a hand over his hair.  “Fikrul is behind the new scorn.”

“Ah, the real reason you want me there.  The Baron slayer herself.”  Siobhan made a weak wave with her hand.  “You’re asking for a lot from me,” she said quietly as she sank down to the floor weakly.  Crow knelt in front of her and saw the myriad of emotions in her eyes.

“You know the most about Fikrul besides me.  It would take too long to teach someone else what to do where you already know it,” Crow said quietly as he reached out for her.  He saw her shoulders sagging as if a great weight crushed them.

“Alright.  I’ll do it, but I refuse to behave around Eramis like you seem to want.  She will forever be named frosty bitch.  It’s what I called her on Europa and it’s what I’ll call her now.”  Crow groaned at the defiance.

“Eido will not understand,” he began but was cut off.

“She insults me too, but I don’t see you trying to order her around.” Siobhan snapped and he let his head hang down.

“Why are you so stubborn?” Crow asked and she tilted her head before sneering.

“I’m too spiteful and stubborn to die apparently.  That’s why.”  Siobhan glared at him and he merely shook his head.  “I agreed to work with Eramis, I just never said I’d be nice about it.”  Siobhan slowly stood and crossed her arms over her stomach.  “Ask Mithraax what my initial reaction to seeing him was.  I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of it.  Now, are we done here?”  Crow rose to his feet and glared at her.

“No.  We are not done here,” he retorted in answer to her scoff.  “Siobhan.”  She spun on her heel, giving him her back and he fought the urge to throttle the woman.  “Why are you being so difficult?”

“Why?  Because someone has been running all over Nessus and dealing with Vex timeline bullshit, but have I heard one peep from you?  No.  Nothing.”  Crow groaned but he knew she was right.  “I had Arawn stop sending you messages because you’d never reply.  So what was the point?” Siobhan grumbled and turned her head away from him.

“I’m sorry.  I got too wrapped up in my own things to realize I should have been contacting you.  It’s not an excuse because there is no excuse for it other than I’m just not used to it.  We’re both learning here, we’re different than we were back when you were Selene and I was Uldren.”  He reached for her fingers and she let him pull her hand towards him.  A small victory and one he wouldn’t squander.  “How about I make it up to you with dinner?”

“Do you think I’m so easily bribed?” Siobhan asked offended.  He simply raised his eyebrow as she huffed at him before caving in.  She really was easy to bribe, especially if it came to food.  “My favorite?”

“Of course.”

“Then I will accept the peace offering as long as dessert is involved,” Siobhan told him.  He had Glint order their dinner and Siobhan had Arawn take her armor off.  “What?  I’m not about to eat dinner in my armor.”  She wore her usual get up underneath it.  Form fitting tank top with leggings.  Her tank top had a popular ramen restaurant logo on the front, she’d won the shirt in a contest for the place years back.

“You can go take a shower if you want.  I’ll wait for dinner to get here,” Crow told her and he laughed as she darted towards the bathroom without a glance back.  Glint sent a message to her fireteam and Nevia that she was fine.

“Well I assumed so, since we didn’t get a notification that our newest Vanguard was sent over the railing of the Tower.  Just don’t hurt her again Crow, okay?”

Crow shook his head at Nevia’s message, knowing she was dead serious.  While Siobhan was intimidating just by herself, it was the network of friends and family that stood behind her that truly made her one of the most formidable Guardians the Tower had.  He grabbed their dinner when it arrived calling through the door for her.

Crow looked up as she joined him and his breath locked in his lungs.  She wore one of his shirts hanging off her shoulder, hair up in a towel, and that was it.  Her nipples beaded under the soft fabric.  She looked over at him curiously and he felt it like a gut punch.  It was just so normal.  After everything they’d suffered, from the past to the present.  They were going to be able to just be.

Crow wouldn’t talk to her about the upcoming mission, they’d both agreed to let it rest and have a quiet night.  He did ask about Nessus and why she’d been so adamant about being the one to go through the Vex timestream.  “Well, Maya Sundaresh turned out to be some newly evolved Vex.  She made Saint doubt himself, and I found out a lot more than I ever wanted about Osiris and his relationship.  I just couldn’t let some delusional bitch make Saint doubt who he was.  I’ve grown close to him since he came back.”  She took a bite of her ramen and he shook his head.  “What?”

“I would have paid glimmer to be there when you finally saw her,” he replied as she burst out laughing.

“Ask Saint what I said.  I don’t think he knew the kind of vocabulary I possess.”  She grinned at Crow who chuckled before setting his empty bowl aside.  Osiris disapproved of the way I handled that.  I needlessly antagonized her when the situation could have ended badly for us.”  Siobhan shrugged.  “Once I figured out what she was up to, I just couldn’t let it continue.”

“No, that’s not who you are.  You may have gotten involved to help a friend, but you’re not the type to just leave a problem festering.”  Siobhan crinkled her nose at his observation and sighed as she finished up her food.  She was surprised when his hand brushed hers.  “Stay?”

“And do the walk of shame from my Vanguard’s apartment?” Siobhan teased as he leaned in.  Crow smiled as his lips brushed over hers.

“You’d have to be ashamed for it to actually count as a walk of shame.”  Siobhan laughed and draped her arms over his shoulders.

“True, true.”  She grinned when his lips covered hers in a soft touch.  “I’m never ashamed of what we have.  Frustrated at times because we won’t see eye to eye,” she said with a grin as he grumbled at her.  “Hey, don’t talk about me like that.”

“Make me,” he said as she laughed and brought her hands up to his cheeks, pulling him in for a longer kiss.  His hands slid up taking the shirt with them.  Siobhan broke the kiss with a laugh as he pulled it completely off and tossed it to the side.  He filled his hands with her breasts, savoring the small shudder that ran through her.  Her back bowed as his fingers played with her nipples, teasing until her lips parted on a soft moan.  “Now you’re quiet.”

“You’re such a brat.” She laughed, leaning in for another kiss.  “I’m supposed to be the smart ass in this relationship.”

“Says who?” Crow asked with a grin.  He lifted her up to her shock, leaving her scrambling to hold onto him.  He rested his chin on her breasts as she glared down at him.  “You know you look cute when you’re angry.  Your forehead wrinkles are adorable.”  Her jaw dropped open and she smacked his shoulder playfully.

“Rude!”  He grinned and spun them around until he was sitting on the couch.  “While I do have forehead wrinkles, they are not adorable.”  Siobhan huffed at him as she got comfortable.  “And you are still dressed.  Not fair.”  Crow grinned at her when her hands pulled his shirt off.

“Well, I’m not the one who was walking around half naked, making it hard for me to eat my dinner.”  Siobhan’s lips twisted into a smug smirk.  “I saw the way you were sitting Siobhan, and you call me a brat.”  She grinned and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Hmm, and if you recall I did say I was supposed to be the smart ass in this relationship,” she said with his hands creeping up her back.  His fingers trailed over the scar left behind from Oryx until he tangled them in her hair.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss that threatened to consume the both of them.  Siobhan groaned against him with her hips grinding down.  Heat twisted into a slippery knot between her legs as she pulled to get closer to him.  Her nails scratched into his shoulders and back, adding to the passion between them.  “You’re going to leave marks behind.”

“Good,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him again.  Her teeth tugged at his bottom lip soothing the sting with her tongue.  “Now, I don’t want to wait.”  Her hands reached between them and freed his cock, slowly stroking him.

“Fuck, you’re impatient.” 

“Mmm, patience is a virtue I sadly lack.” Siobhan grinned at the chastising look she got from him.  Crow hissed as she eased herself down on his length, grabbing her hips to keep her from moving just yet.  He glared at her when she squeezed his cock in retaliation.  He pinched her ass cheek.  “Hey!”

“What?  Are you going to talk shit about it?” Siobhan huffed at him before she rolled her hips, smiling when his head fell back against the cushions.  She rocked against him in a slow torturous rhythm.  “Siobhan…”

“What?” She asked with an innocent expression on her face.  “If you want something Crow, then you have to use your words.”  Her thumb reached up, tugging on his bottom lip until his parted beneath her touch.  She brushed her lips over his while leisurely rocking against him.

“I thought you didn’t want to wait?” Crow asked between his groans.

“If it means I get to torture you for a little bit?”  Siobhan squeezed down on him and he clenched his jaw.  “Suddenly I found my patience.”  He gave a hoarse laugh and dug his fingers into her hips.

“Punishing me for making you work with Eramis?” He sucked in a breath when her hand grabbed just underneath his chin, tilting his face until he looked into her eyes and the irritation there.

“Don’t be a brat.  Or I’ll get myself off and leave you frustrated.  Then good luck finding me.”  Her words hung between them and he gave a soft curse.

“Sorry.”  She released his chin with a nod and waited a beat before her hips rolled again.  His fingers urged her to go faster and she followed him.  Crow choked on his breath when her walls clamped down on his cock.  He reached between them to tease and pinch her clit.  When she fell, she fell hard and he cried out her name when he followed soon after.

Siobhan slumped against him with a groan.  She was spent.  “Will you still stay?” Crow asked quietly and she sensed the unease in his voice.  Siobhan shifted and looked up at him.  She cradled his cheek in her hand and smiled.

“Of course I will.”

[jimmy-carmine]

Today, I am mostly getting excited for new armour and shaders letting me make a new version of my Guardian. I'd stopped playing Destiny 1 with the Taken King expansion and didn't get into Destiny 2 until Lightfall/Season of the Deep.

This is my first serious foray into PvP since Halo Reach was the big thing, and I'm really enjoying the gameplay for Destiny 2. It feels challenging, fun but also fair.

Meet the oh-so imaginatively named Jimmy, I nearly always try and create a SI anytime a game lets me customise a character. After all, what's a power fantasy if I don't get to live it.

As I couldn't port my Destiny 1 Titan (an Awoken Jimmy) to Destiny 2, this Human Jimmy is a new-light from after the Red War in my head-canon.

With no idea what's really been going on prior to his ressurection, and folk getting him muddled with the Young Wolf on occasion isn't helping. What do you mean I've killed multiple gods before? Who's Oryx? Savathun only counts as one, right? He's secretly convinced the Drifter is responsible for this, because he knows it winds him up.

Jimmy refuses to recognise his daddy-issues, and claims he is just concientious and dutiful as an explanation for him throwing himself into missions, and is nothing to do with his desparate need for approval from the Titan-Tower-Trinity that is Commander Zavala, Lord Shaxx and Lord Saladin.

His Ghost, Buddy, just gives him a stern look whenever his denials get too effusive.

[lordshaxxhandler]

It’s officially here! The return of The Burden of The Light! Please enjoy the rewritten and retelling of my own world of Destiny. I am so excited to share!

MASTER POST

Character Bio’s below

Name: Thera Wylie

Pronouns: She/Her

Eyes: Green

Hair: Dark Brown

Height: 5’10

Race: Human

Class: Lightless Civilian, Amanda’s right hand/assistant ops coordinator for the vanguard.

Love Interest: Lord Shaxx

Best friend: Amanda Holiday

Personality: Fun, outgoing, fearless, confidant, & girly.

Fun fact. Thera has an Exo arm starting from her elbow.

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Name: Celeste

Pronouns: She/Her

Eyes: Gold/Yellow

Hair: Snow White

Height: 5’5

Race: Awoken

Class: Warlock

Ghost Name: Astral (Female)

Coms code name: Cityhawk 723

Best Friend: Ikora, Behemoth-29, Siph, & anyone willing to get to know her.

Love Interest: Lord Saladin

Personality: Kind, caring to the point of worrying about others before herself, & confident almost ignorantly. A bit pretentious.

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Name: Behemoth-29

Pronouns: He/Him

Eyes: white

Height: 6’6

Race: Exo

Class: Hunter

Ghosts Name: Flare (Female)

Best friend: Siph & Celeste

Personality: doesn’t talk hardly at all unless necessary, Very intimidating but intentional and not, protective of his fireteam and friends, hides in the shadows and keeps to himself.

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Name: Siph

Pronouns: He/Him

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6’0

Race: Awoken

Class: Titan

Ghosts Name: Spector (male)

Best friend: Behemoth-29

Personality: Friendly, funny but intimidating, focused to complete every mission perfectly, extremely protective of fireteam members.

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Name: Momo-7

Pronouns: she/her

Eyes: pink

Height: 5’7

Race: Exo

Class: Hunter

Ghosts Name: Usagi (male)

Love interest: Uzec

Best friend: Sage & Usagi

Personality: fun, bubbly, kind. A crucible star, her name is well known in the community of the Last City. She has a large fan base and even does some PR for the Vanguard on occasion.

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Name: Uzec

Pronouns: He/Him

Eyes: Orange

Height: 6’3

Race: Awoken

Class: Titan

Ghosts Name: Azami (female)

Love Interest: Momo-7

Personality: Extremely outgoing, pretentious, sees himself above others, friendly, nice, possessive and materialistic.

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Name: Sage

Pronouns: She/Her

Eyes: Orange

Height: 5’9

Race: Awoken

Class: Warlock

Ghosts Name: Lavender

Best friend: Momo-7

Personality: Sweet, loves to study rocks, crystals and bones. She has some Ahamkara bones she likes to listen to on occasion. Finds different materials in the wilds that she believes can help heal and send you into different worlds.

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Name: Buck-2

Pronouns: He/Him

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6’0

Race: exo

Class: Titan

Ghosts Name: June Bug (female)

Good friends: June Bug, Devrim, Marc, & Hawthorn.

Personality: Friendly but intimidating, don’t touch his things, loves his animals and his homestead, prefers the rogue lightbarer life than the city life.

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(More to come…)

Check out this link to learn about these characters lore

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Lord Shaxx & his Ghost Moxie

Since the helmet always stays on, for written and story purposes. This is my idea of how Lord Shaxx could look. So, for this fic, this is Lord Shaxx, but feel free to imagine him any way you’d like. This is just my version or idea. Also since there is no cannon name, shell or personality for his ghost, I created one for better story flow. Please meet Moxie, a sassy ghost who isn’t afraid to match her Guardians energy.

[a-driftamongopenstars]

I’ve been really sick lately, how about an solar hunter exo who is suffering with a virus (maybe overheating or glitching) trying to play it off with shaxx and crow?

hey anon :) apologies for a late prompt fill, I hope that you are feeling better ❤ and I hope this ficlet makes you smile, it took a somewhat silly direction :D

For a few days now it has truly been a struggle to keep an eye out on the Guardian. Crow is not sure what happened to them, but if they are not well, they are trying their best to hide it - and failing terribly. Strange glitches in their movements, their voice, their behaviour. If Crow knew any better, he would say they caught a virus.

Well, maybe he does know better.

It all comes to a standstill when the Guardian insists on joining an upcoming match in the Crucible arena.

"Lord Shaxx!" Crow says with exasparation, holding the Guardian by the arm. They flinch and twitch even as he holds onto them, which only works in favour of Crow's plea.

"What is it, Hunters?" Shaxx replies, turning to face the pair away from a wall of screens that showcase different Crucible locations and timetables.

"Would you tell my friend here that they are in no state to play the Crucible?"

Lord Shaxx considers the Guardian for a moment. His face is unreadable under the helmet, but Crow imagines in his mind that his eyes narrow and his mouth is narrow thin as he studies the Exo.

"What happened to them?"

"I can hear you, you know," the Guardian replies, their voice not quite their own. Hoarse and strange, it sounds nothing like Crow is used to. "And I'm perfectly capable of playing the Crucible. Right away!"

They do a finger guns gesture, to which Crow emits another desperate sigh.

"No, you are really not. Half an hour ago you were changing all your LED-colours. Two hours ago you had sparkles flying from your ear."

"Party mood?"

Crow's gaze is daggers.

Shaxx' heavy hand suddenly presses against the Exo's forehead. If the situation weren't so odd and frightening, Crow would have laughed.

"No Crucible for you, Hunter. You have a fever!"

His voice booms through the room like a final judgement, and Crow feels a sense of relief wash over him. It wasn't in his head after all nor was it in his imagination that the Guardian was not quite themselves. And with some knowledge in hand, they could at least find a way to treat the illness.

"Not a fever!" the Guardian shakes their head, which proceeds to twitch slightly to the right. "My Solar abilities! Here!"

Before Crow can say anything, before Shaxx has a moment to react, the Guardian's arm stretches outwards and a fan of burning knives flies from between their fingers into the nearby wall, taking one of the screens out of commission.

A pause lingers between the three before Shaxx's booming voice breaks it.

"It seems that no Crucible will be played at Bannerfall today. Take him to bed, Hunter, and make sure to get someone to check on his workings before the Guardian overheats entirely."

Crow smiles a little and nods. His arm slides around the Guardian's again, pulling him out of the room and away from the arena. As they leave the premises, the Guardian leans to whisper to Crow.

"Is Lord Shaxx saying I'm hot?"

Crow is lost for words.

[savyir-genesizz-the-wizard]

Tagged by my mutual and sister in arms (ADHD), @flowers-of-io

3 ships: Zaiatl (duh), Drifteris and Lord Shaxx/Lady Efrideet/Saladin Forge ("look at my head rarepair, boy") (also they need a ship name so bad)

First ever ship: Actually, I never really liked shipping, unless it's a media that I really like. But I remember shipping Russia and Canada from Hetalia. Yeah, stone me

Last song: Purple Disco Machine - Playbox

Last movie: I think that must have been Glass Onion. And the last TV series I watched was the TV adaptation of "The Peasants"

Currently reading: I've found some old manual on management of groups, so I've been browsing that lately. I'm also reading Lovecraft's "The Dunwich Horror".

Currently watching: Nothing really. I might rewatch "Our Flag Means Death" tho. I mean I watch this reality show about veterinarians called "The Incredible Dr. Pol" but not very regularly. It's pretty neat, I rarely watch reality TV but I like this one.

Currently consuming: Apple slices and candy bar (Prince Polo)

Currently craving: Some Crucible (or maybe Iron Banner) and sushi. And less stress.

Tagging: Man, I'm so awful at tagging! But if you follow me and check my profile - imagine that you are tagged right here 👉

[escaped-goat]

So I talked to my trauma therapist recently about how some of my most substantial mental improvements happened when I imagined what my favorite fictional characters would say to me when I was stuck in particularly bad spiral. I told her that Lord Shaxx replaced my mother's cruel voice in my head when I fell short of expectations, giving me new perspective on failures and self-inprovement through conviction and effort.

I told her through clenched teeth how embarrassed I was that the only reason I was able to gain weight and begin healing from my ED(ana) was because Halsin Silverbough would sit beside me in my head and gently push the bowl of soup into my hands and remind me that love is a more potent cure and catalyst for change that hate ever could be.

I remember her kind laughter, her large glasses falling down her small nose as she beamed at me with so much compassion.

"Who ever said that heroes needed to be flesh and blood? There are no hard rules that say personal epiphanies have to come from textbooks or religious texts or real people.

Healing, wherever the inspiration is born, is real regardless."

And that shit fundamentally changed me. Before we closed the session, she offered one last bit of wisdom:

"You know, change and healing only happens when we want it to. When you're open and receptive to that change, inspiration can come from anywhere. You've come so far already, and I'm proud of you."

Just wanted to share this with the hopes that it will help someone out there as much as it helped me. So yeah. Play your favorite games, read your favorite books, watch your favorite shows. Positive healing and growth happens no matter the source. Have fun.

trying to get through the day.

[kb1301]

I can't focus on a single fic to write rn when you have multiple ideas T-T

I currently am still trying to outline a single chapter of korangi before i even go and write anything for it.

And at the same time there's a ghostsoap one too that i'm outlining.

Then i want to get into writing some lord shaxx x my exo maximus-12 because they need some loving

curse my imagination (no not really. i love what im thinking)

[cats-and-fiction]

Hey I'm new to ur blog but can I ask for NSFW Alphabet for Saint 14 and Shaxx? If not some NSFW headcannons will be fine. It's okay if you can't tho no pressure 💕

Oh please, I'm so sorry for probably answering pretty late! I really hope you like it and I'm also sorry for the rather short headcanons.

I also hope the spoiler works becuse below that is NSFW

Lord Shaxx

Oh boy, he will be rough. I can imagine him being the top for mostly 96% of the time and he will be.

The rare occassions when you are topping him it’s when he worked hard and is exhausted from the day. Then he just wants to sit on the bed after a relaxing shower and watching you come closer to him. Sitting on his lap and whispering him some honey sweet words in his ear.

At those times the sex will be more slower and more of a ‘love making’. He will praise you for every action and his hands will wander all over your body. His eyes will occasionally look your body up and down but he will be more fixated on your face and getting lost in your eyes.

Always after sex, however it went, he will make sure to take care of you. Getting you cleaned and making sure you are comfortable. After that he will join you in bed and have you in his arms.

You can bet that Shaxx is also the kind of person for random sex in the open. It will be much quicker than usual but he will make sure you will have your pleasure.

Shaxx will also tease you through out the day to give you signs what will be waiting for you at the end of the day.

Saint-14

Saint is the opposite of Shaxx. He will always be making sure you are first and that you feel good. His feelings? How he feels? Who cares, you are his number one.

Praise. Will praise you and talk dirty. He can’t stop it. He is kind of a talker to make up for his…not so soft robotic body.

And before I forget: He has a dick. Don’t worry.

Sain is more of the person to keep this kind of interaction behind closed doors and if you think about teasing him he will ignore you. He will change the subject and talk about something else.

Isn’t afraid to test out other things that you wish. If there is something he doesn’t like or it feels like he is doing harm to you he will tell you so and say he doesn’t wish to do it again.

After sex will also be very soft. Will take care of you and will cuddle with you.

[destiny2imagines]

[thefirstknife]

It is not correct that Guardians age.

Shin Malphur is an outlier, a sort of one-of-a-kind among Guardians. The only reason he aged was because he became Lightless. Yes, he was rezed as baby and the Ghost that rezed him died shortly after, which made Shin a Lightless Guardian. He continued to age until he got another Ghost, but we also don't entirely know how Shin's Guardian status functions with the use of Jaren's Ghost. He can clearly use Light abilities, but everything else is a big question that is unlikely to get answered. So his aging status is entirely unique and not a good example; he's essentially a Lightless Guardian using Light with a borrowed Ghost. If Jaren's Ghost doesn't function with him as a normal Ghost would, he could be aging, because he's essentially Lightless (a Ghost that actually rezed him has died). We genuinely have no clue how any of it works for him and how his Light status affects his physical appearance. He's cool as an outlier, but impossible to use to tell us anything about Guardians, Ghosts and aging.

Every other Guardian we have seen, there is proof that they have simply not physically changed. Osiris is noted as an "old man" ever since the early Dark Age. He's also shown in the comic, pre-exile and pre-Forest, alongside Ikora and they look the same as they do now. We can see Zavala being rezed in his cinematic and he looks the same as he does now (the cinematic also shows that he was rezed before the City was built). This cutscene also shows Ikora during the building of the City and she's also the same again. We can also see Lord Saladin and what he looked like in the Dark Age; same as now. This is also narrated in a lore book, an the final page in particular makes a few points about how everything around Saladin has changed and aged, while he has not.

Isirah mentions the pines are much taller than when Saladin had last seen them, but he cannot imagine their aging. He only sees what is there now. If he could have stood beneath their needles and watched their 50 years of growth, would he notice the difference?

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He imagines Kepre's face staring back at him. Was it him? Features all burned away. Years older.

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"It's been a long time since anyone called me young." Fera, Packmaster, sits upon a scrapheap of a throne at the rear of the hall, eight rugged gunners flanking her. She's a woman now, several decades of age and violence etched into her sun-scarred skin and wizened face.

There's another cutscene from the Dark Age where we can see both Zavala and Saladin again; they are unchanged. This story in particular is important because a major point here is the divide between Guardians and mortals and how much everything around Guardians changes, while they do not. Ana's comic shows her around the time of the Twilight Gap; the only change is that she doesn't have the face tattoos. Age-wise, she is the same. The same comic also shows Zavala again, as well as Sloane, who looks the same as she does now (grey hair included). Please note that the comics are somewhat wonky lore-wise and there's some stuff that feels more like an abriged version of the actual events (for Ana in particular, she's shown "dying" during Twilight Gap while Zavala is there, but he shouldn't have been, because Ana was in Shaxx' last stand after everyone else retreated. However, art-wise, I don't think they've drawn characters wrong because there is nothing to draw wrong: Guardians don't age).

Osiris is actually the best example because we have a description of him as an "old man" from the early Dark Age. On top of that, we have images of him before he entered the Infinite Forest and experienced thousands of years worth of lifetimes in time dilation and yet, he looks the same now as he did before he went in there. If there is any aging happening, it would have to be so incredibly slow that it would essentially be imperceptible and irrelevant. Osiris has basically lived thousands of years and has remained the same as when he was rezed: an "old man."

It's also hard to say who was rezed first: Osiris or Drifter. They're about equally as old, with maybe some minor difference. The reason why Drifter looks younger (but not by a lot!) is because Guardians are simply rezed at the age they died at. It doesn't matter how long they've been Lightbearers; they're simply rezed at a certain age and they stay that way forever.

Just to cover everything, we could argue that the reason all Guardians we've seen are always the same is because changing a video game model to reflect aging would be really difficult and expensive to do. But, many of these examples are drawn (drawn cutscenes and comics) which would not be a problem to alter. We could also argue that they maybe simply don't want to change the iconic looks of characters that would make them unrecognisable, but in that case this could at least be reflected in written lore and it simply isn't. Guardians being immortal and unchanging is baked into the setting.

To cover another point; Eris. Eris is a Lightless Guardian and should age. However, there's a few problems with her as an example. First, humans in general have a longer lifespan in Destiny and she didn't lose her Light that long ago, comparatively. Second, she harnessed several other paracausal powers; that of the Hive and of the Ahamkara which have changed her body permanently. Third, it's incredibly difficult to tell on her face as most of it is covered by the blindfold and the black tar coming out of her eyes. Fourth, we don't actually know for a fact if Lightless Guardians do age as normal humans would. Most Lightless Guardians don't live long enough for us to know: Eris is literally the only example of a long living Lightless Guardian who we have visual representation of at different points in time (Season of the Witch showed us Eris as she became Lightless).

I'd like to also add something about the replies:

First, the text includes the word "ageless." It can mean "never looking old" which we can discard because Guardians evidently CAN look old. Another definition is "never appearing to grow old" aka not aging. Which can absolutely be applied to Guardians. Second, it's unclear what "favorite stage" means, I agree, and we can wonder if that might mean that Guardians can pick and choose how they're rezed. However, we have not had a single example of any Guardian ever changing their appearance drastically between rezes, and most certainly not a single example of any Guardian choosing to change their age between rezes. If they could do that, it would be fairly reasonable to assume there would be at least one example of this, but so far we have none. So I wouldn't put too much thought into it.

At least canon-wise! This is purely just information canon-wise. Headcanons and AUs and other stuff like OCs are another thing obviously. And as usual, anything about any of this could change in the future for whatever reason, but so far I think it's more than fair to say that we have plenty of proof that Guardians canonically do not age, at least for as long as their Ghosts are alive and functioning.

Also the other post about this from a few days ago that I used for some of the references.

Hi, this may be a completely nonsensical question since I know next to nothing about Destiny lore and only started looking into it once I discovered your amazing art^^ but the way I understand it so far Guardians don't age. So is baby birb Osiris simply a headcanon or is there some lore background to it?

Aah, thank you and I'm glad my art got you interested in Destiny lore, there's so much interesting stuff to dig there! 🙌✨

Baby birb Osiris is my headcanon, yes, but it's not totally groundless. Guardians (or, more widely speaking, Risen/Lightbearers) actually do age - the most notorious example is Shin Malphur, who was raised as a baby too young even to speak and then grew up normally like any other child. (It's worth mentioning, however, that the Ghost bringing him back to life wasn't his Ghost; and he, most likely, still hasn't found the one meant for him in the first place). I assume his aging slowed down significantly when he hit his peak physical form and since then he was no different from any other Risen. 

Taking this into consideration, I personally think that Risen do age, however extremely slowly and their Ghosts can slow down that process even more if they wish, basically almost stopping it. So following that theory, in my version of events Sagira got Osiris up just like any other Risen - in his prime age. The constant stress he pushed himself through gradually left him with some gray hair and wrinkles from frowning non-stop, and later he aged greatly after messing with time in the Infinite Forest too much. Sagira probably could've prevented that, but Osiris didn't care enough, since his visible age didn't seem to affect his ability to work, move and fight at all. He's in a great physical condition actually, from the looks of it.

It's a bit funny though, since Osiris may seem like the oldest Risen there, but actually Drifter is the real elderly, even though he looks quite fresh for his age 😄