#runi

[goldenshrikecomic]

Let our end be happy

[royalnessmale]

Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates: Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind?

~ Rumi ~

[the-solitaryhyena]

Fanart of Runi from one of my favorite webcomics, Golden Shrike by @doe-prince

I love her so much 💗

[ladymiraclewings]

SO MANY NEW (DINO) FACES.

The dino family is growing.

[paul-transportlifemashup]

[flowers-of-io]

This Book Is Full of Lies — chapter 13

“Your self denial is so precious,” Savathûn laughs, her tone like fragrant velvet, wrapping around Ór’s mind until it suffocates. “But I understand. It’s a hard realisation, that all this time you’ve been but a passenger in your own head… I mean, what are your friends going to think?”

Chapter 13: Reckless Oracle

[rderiggi-blog]

Meet the New Dino Wings Squad and the Season 9 Characters

[superwingscentral]

BE FOR REAL.

[erinmvanilla]

Runi walk cycle!!!!

[raindoeart]

Fanart of Runi from @goldenshrikecomic if you haven’t already read this series go read it right now it’s brilliant

[grendraws]

my soft old druid~, Rúni~

[goldenshrikecomic]

Sibs

[hexlyng]

I tried out another solo ttrpg again - Ironsworn!

I'm really enjoying the game so far, so I wanted to draw the main characters from my campaign! 🪓💀🐺 For anyone who might be interested in their story:

Rhyr, a hunter who was tasked to protect his little sister Runi, but failed. Haunted by his failure (and literally by her ghost), he made an ironvow to revenge her with the help from his childhood friend, the varou woman Nora.

[ladymiraclewings]

Some more look for S9

The logo for the Dino Wings

New sprite for Runi

[paul-transportlifemashup]

The countdown of Season 9 (17)

[flowers-of-io]

Destinytober - Reunion

Read on Ao3 with proper formatting because tumblr is being Like That again

The Lost City is tucked in under a thick blanket of sleep by the time Immaru makes it back and flies into the med bay through the open window.

The night is heavy with cricket-song and the heady scent of flowers, all an effigy of a perfect summer--warm but not sweltering, vibrant and lush but without flies and mosquitoes getting into all the places they shouldn't be with their stings and high-pitched buzzing finely tuned just at the right frequency to cause maximum annoyance. Immaru is almost--almost--inclined to say this place is even more beautiful than the throne world.

He's expected everyone to be up celebrating, really--it's not every day you kill an eldritch amalgamation of souls united in the singular purpose of bringing an end to the universe--but the Courtyard is empty save for the few Corsairs on night watch, and nearly all the windows are dark. Mass exhaustion, perhaps? Or has everyone gone back to Sol already? It's only been a few hours... Eh, Guardians. He really should stop tying to comprehend them.

The spacious, ground-floor room that has been hastily rearranged into an impromptu med bay is likewise dark and silent, but far from empty. The last time Immaru was here over a week ago, after Ór's first confrontation with the Witness, her bed was the only one occupied; but now there are other patients as well, human civilians and Awoken Corsairs and Eliksni and even one Cabal, with various parts of their bodies wrapped up in stark white bandage. Their steady breathing fills the room in an ill-synchronised but repetitive harmony.

Ór is here too, fast asleep in the bed just under the window. One of her hands is curled at her chest, and between her fingers Immaru can see the familiar blue shape of Runi's shell--whole, now, no sign of the cracks bleeding Light the Witness had gouged in him. He looks... Well. Peaceful? At ease? Not like he's about to break apart and crumble into pieces if you stare at him too long, in any case. Immaru realises he is staring, but in that same moment Runi's eye cracks open and he isn't quick enough with averting his gaze.

"You're back?" He speaks through their Light bond, as not to wake up his Guardian, but even then he sounds groggy from sleep.

"Came to check if you're dead."

"Disappointed?" Now his voice gains a smug undertone.

Immaru makes a show of rolling his eye. "Very."

"Well, I mean, I was dead. It just didn't stick."

The only response Runi gets to that is a disgruntled sigh. He chuckles to himself like an idiot and gently frees his shell from between Ór's fingers, letting them fall limply onto the covers and curl into a fist. Immaru watches him with a half-shuttered eye, and instinctively moves back by an inch when the other Ghost floats up to level with him.

"Yea, I can see it didn't stick," Immaru says, giving him a once-over. His round, blue-metallic shell is unblemished, remade into what it had been before the Witness got a hold of him. As if he'd never been splintered into pieces, bleeding out in his Guardian's hands. "You don't look like someone's thrown you against a wall anymore."

"Wonder how you'd look if you actually stuck your neck out for once instead of hiding in the damn purse." It is a jab, but a very shallow one.

"Didn't Cayde tell you to get the fuck out of there?"

"And leave Crow alone? Sounds like something you'd do, alright."

"And make a Lightdamn plan," Immaru huffs. Runi chuckles again.

"Why are you here, anyway? Snooping around for some dirt on the Vanguard?"

The other Ghost bristles. "Already told you."

"Yea, but it was a lame-ass excuse."

Something lurches deep within Immaru's core. He thoroughly ignores it, and snaps back, "Wouldn't be half as lame it you weren't a moron with a motherfucking death wish."

"What?" Runi stills in the air, genuinely confused.

Immaru feels a strong and sudden urge to chuck someone out of the window--himself, or the other Ghost, it's still up for debate. He glares at Runi and snarls, lamely, "I leave for five minutes and you're all out playin' the hero and gettin' squashed by the Witness like a chewtoy? You're lucky the Traveler even looked at your sorry li'l shell."

Runi's frown is so deep the tines of his shell fold over each other. "What the fuck are you on about?"

"Whatever. 'S not really my problem." He turns around, still speaking, and makes it for the exit. Behind him he hears a tiny little hiss of frustration.

"Yeah, clearly," the other Ghost calls after him. "As if you care."

"As if."

Immaru doesn't care. Immaru escapes through the window and flies off into the night, and he doesn't care as he glides under the brilliant purple-blue expanse of the sky, and above the dark and angular landscape, and not even when he finally curls up in the palm of his Lightbearer, shivering and angry. He really could've gathered some intel while he was there. It's not like he'll be sending anyone out there to snoop around in the nearest future, anyway. He doesn't care.