#warmind rasputin

[autism-crime]

Rasputin from Destiny 2 is the most character ever to me. He slept through the apocalypse after realising there was nothing he could do about it, woke up, realised his son got alived and decided the best way to cope with that was to kill him again.

He’s an AI. He has angel symbolism. He was built to replace a god. He likes the arts. He used a customer service voice to tell his creator to fuck off. He used satellites as blunt force weapons. His theme is called “A God on Mars”. He wrote poetry. He’s fucking dead.

The most guy ever.

[crispy0nion]

Drops these on your doorstep and runs

[makoredeyes]

I got asked to do some warsat emoji for a server but first I had to get THIS out of my system.

Nuts and bolts added courtesy of Val’s suggestion ❤️

[pedanticauspice]

Elysium Inviting.

[hyakunana]

The Dark Future - Chapter 5 - Almighty, Once

Last months were a bit chaotic with my works, so this is the first time I'm posting a Chapter during the high season (so pls don't let it flop I beg you all sdfghjk)

And the usual heads up: this is a fan adaptation project with the purpose of personal practice and portfolio, so feedbacks are more than welcome  🌠

Previously:

The Dark Future - Chapter 1 - Family Line

The Dark Future - Chapter 2 - Itinerant Mendicant

The Dark Future - Chapter 3 - Towerless

The Dark Future - Chapter 4 - Unguarded

And if you prefer to read all pages in one go (ou você fala PT-BR assim como esta que vos fala), click here for my drive folder with all the pages so far  👀

Enjoy!

[venthia-t]

Time to get my tumblr up to date! That scene from the last story mission of season of seraph made me really emotional. I never liked Rasputin a lot (coz what he has done - especially to Felwinter) but with that season I started to grow fond of him. He changed. he grew.

[uldren-sobs]

"There are so few ballet fans left, Guardian. It would a be a shame to lose him."

[polux-aka-hyakunana]

Feb. 20th - on @hyakunana

[ophilosoraptoro]

Guardian Angel (Destiny 2, Season Of The Seraph, HELM)

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[searsage]

"He's not well Shaxx..I'm under strict orders to keep visiters out..even the vanguard.." Saladin warned

"So it's true.." Shaxx breathed incredulously, there was a dangerous hysterical lilt to the warlord's voice..

"I was told… they were one in the same, the warmind and the Exo I met, is that true..?"

"I don't have those answers for you Shaxx…if your lucky you'll catch Ana before she hits orbit, ask her all you want, put that fire to rest and return to your watchful eye over your newlights…he..he can't answer those question for you.."

"He's in there, isnt he? Why is he hiding.. I want to see the warmind that slayed the iron lords.." The titan snapped impatiently, it was as if only half his words made it through the man's thick helmit, Saladin couldn't understand why the crucible vendor was so kayed up, but also feared it may escalate if he didn't get rid of the titan quickly.

"He's under observation, with strict orders to stay inside, he won't come out to meet you old friend, as I said no one goes in no one comes out.." Saladin grits,

Shaxx remained silent save for a tight sigh bellowing hot steam from the gaps inbetween tense man's helmet, the singular horn on his helmet shift as his gaze drifts back to the keep's doorway.

"I wanted to ask it..the warmind, if it knew his answer to my question, Felwinter…he never-.. No, I need to see it, I need to see him.." Shaxx mused darkly his words only solidifying his manic resolve.

But even then Saladin could feel the thirst for violence exuding from the furious titan, not that he ever had a good read on the impulsive warlord, nor could the Valus comprehend what was upsetting the man so deeply that he'd single handedly fight his way up the mountain to satify his curiosity.

What was lord Felwinter to him…?

Saladin's eyes widened as brief realisation washed over the older titan, but before Saladin could even open his mouth to inquire about the comment the titan starts pushing forward his shoulders squared in defiant determination, solar energy steaming in his bare scar covered palm, the cabal stand idle, knowing better then to interfere.

He'd made quite an impression at the foot of the peak…

"Stand down Shaxx, Your making a mistake.." Saladin warns his eyes nerrowing as he moved to block the men's warpath. His words however were lost on deaf ears, the stubbron warlord never listened, not during twilight gap and certainly not now..

Saladin's teeth grit in frustration..

On the outskirts of the keep's snow dusted grounds the empresse's legionaries watch on with silent intrigue as the last of the iron lords stands against the vanguard's warlord.

[crowcaws]

very funny that crow and rasputin are basically roomies now and this hasn't been addressed at all. they're platonically co-living with the three cabal that hang up there

[sw0rd-l0gic]

[newbabyfly]

Stickers are in! Going out to sticker Club members soon, time to get to work on the next ones!

[makoredeyes]

12 & 50. Rasputin/Felwinter

YES GOOD. Enjoy a nice painful snack of Warmind Angst.(TM) These are kind of interchangeable with both getting a little bit of both but here we have two prompts so I've done two fics. Pop the confetti 2nd one is another sort of between-the-scenes moment from Housefire - Syzygy this time.

12 - in grief

It took some time after the Cosmodrome had stopped shaking from the explosion for the dust to settle. The Lightbearers had really done some damage on their way down, and Rasputin had his work cut out for him to regain access to the Site Six bunker. The Warmind was aware, more or less, of what had transpired thanks to black box recorders and some feeble transmissions still trickling in from the few surviving nanites, but at first he was largely blind and almost entirely cut off from his own systems thanks to the damage. 

He'd known they wouldn't go down without a fight. He'd been prepared for war. He didn't have to like the results. 

Nasty, freakish dead things. 

They could stay dead. 

But he had to see. Had to be sure. He didn't have his Seraphs anymore, and frames were too bulky, and too slow to be thorough search parties.

He had -

He...

Visual data relays returned, and for all that Rasputin had seen and done, the images shocked him. The destruction was to be expected after an explosion so powerful, but what truly gave the Warmind pause was the SIVA.

Twisted, gnarled vines in waves and swathes of red coated everything, engulfing it, consuming it. His rage... his malice, given grotesque form, thrown right in his face.

It had seemed so much simpler, so much more benign from a distance. Lines of code didn't tell the same tale as bodies torn asunder, half-consumed, wracked in visible terror and agony. Unfeeling Zeroes and Ones made it far less poignant that these undead things were also men and women.

People.

Felwinter's friends.

His son.

Rasputin didn't find the body right away. He knew he was there, and even had a fairly accurate idea of where to search, and still Rasputin had nearly given up when he'd finally found something. A limb. The rest of him had been elsewhere. Not far away, no, but...not attached, either.

The red-mesh impulse that had been sweeping the vast room flickered in a long wave and then collapsed down to that singular place, pinprick points of light quivering as Rasputin examined what was left of his most beloved creation and arguably the best part of him. His child, his humanity- the Traveler had stolen him from Rasputin, but Rasputin had snuffed his flame.

Aurora synapse flared and shrank over and over as Rasputin mapped out dimensions he already knew as well as his own, ghosting over hands, chest, and face, electronic tears doing nothing for surging grief.

Oh how he'd failed. Oh, he'd made a terrible, terrible mistake.

More beats of light, flickering, filling the room, but no amount of anguished kisses from a mourning father could warm the cooling body of a murdered child.

This one he would have to live with.

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50- out of love

Rasputin trod the Corridors of Time a little more slowly than was strictly necessary. The burden he carried in his arms did not trouble him. His race against the inevitable was over.

He could afford to steal a few minutes more. He didn't care if he was selfish.

Felwinter was alive. Alive. He was as well as he could be, and safe with him, even if he was hard-pressed to convince poor Felwinter of the fact.

Rasputin didn't blame his son for not trusting him, even if he was still struggling to process the pain of just how poorly he'd actually been received. Rasputin knew what he'd done, and the pain he caused. He realized, with no small sting, that this was likely the last time Felwinter would let him this close (and that 'let' was a dubious qualifier when Rasputin had rendered the Exo unconscious for both of their safety) if the shattered plating under his eye was any indication, and while Rasputin could accept the fate he'd created for himself, he wasn't about to miss an opportunity no matter how small, either.

And so he took advantage of what little time he had, no matter how pitifully one-sided it was, for despite all his wrong doings and all his bad choices, he loved his son, and these precious few minutes with him meant the world to Rasputin.

"Someday," he whispered, knowing Felwinter could not hear him and relieved that Felspring was busy chattering with Caerus somewhere trailing behind, "I will may be able to tell you in a way that will matter." But for now, even effectively alone, he still could not. He had to do better. He would. He tipped his chin down, nuzzling in to lay a slow kiss onto Felwinter's too-hot forehead, immediately feeling a sharp slap of guilt for stealing the touch, though he'd done so largely without realizing what he was doing until it was too late. What was one more drop in a sea of sins, Rasputin thought bitterly. He lifted his head and picked up his pace.

Love and remorse alone were not enough.

He would do better.

[markofthelie]

Destiny 2 OC Headcanon:

One of the things that helped Eliza bond with Rasputin was their mutual love of classical music.

[hyakunana]

The Dark Future - Chapter 4 - Unguarded

Took a while to work on this chapter because of Lightfall release, but the vex mythoclast oath project continues and reaches close to halfway!

And a heads up, this is a fan adaptation project with the purpose of personal practice and portfolio, so feedbacks are more than welcome  🌠

Previously:

The Dark Future - Chapter 1 - Family Line

The Dark Future - Chapter 2 - Itinerant Mendicant

The Dark Future - Chapter 3 - Towerless

Plus! If you prefer to read all pages in one go (ou você fala PT-BR assim como esta que vos fala), click here for my drive folder with all the pages so far  👀

Enjoy!