I’ve reached my final shape: becoming a destiny 2 blog I’ve written a few things and share them here from A03! Generally screams about destiny and whatever weird shit happens on my college campus because we now have a haunted elevator.
Hello Hello! I'm Cryptid. I post mostly about Destiny 2 and scream about the Guardian. Mostly, you'll see me chatting with the other two ping pong players in content box @/luna-light-eclipse and @/orbdotexe. We scream at each other and commit Au crimes daily.
AUV is an Au that's talked about often on here, as is Darkest Nights (Savathun takes over Wolf instead of Osiris), and my newest AU An Anthology of Broken Promises. Starbursts and Stardust (Formally A Little To The Left) is also a beloved AU of mine.
You'll get chapter snippets, random posts about my cat. I also post lore sometimes.
Outside of that, I'm a college student suffering in computer science degree. My main building has a elevator that only sometimes works. It's a thing.
I love any and all asks about anything!
spam likes are totally fine, I keep my phone on silent most of the time!
Sometimes I think about Wolf realizing in Anth that the iron lords still exist (thanks to Osiris for Listening to his visions) and being both overjoyed for Saladin and also jealous that he has more students than them now. One more connection that they’ve lost
They can’t say they mind though, knowing that there’s one less ruin in this world
Sometimes I stare at ANTH and AUV and I get into the habit of wishing I knew what I did when I started writing ANTH that I did AUV. AUV will always hold a special place in my heart but I sincerely wish I had done more with it
Actually I’m putting this on my main. I have the temptation SO MUCH sometimes to take it down and rework it entirely but I know a lot of yall covet AUV nearly as much as I do, so it shall stay up as it is <3
DOPAMINE HACK: get into making jewelry/other such decorations you carry on you. While you (or, at least, I) may struggle with feeling proud of a completed work, you can circumvent the lack of initial Happy by wearing your newly made Shinies every time you leave the house and get the Happy from your Trinkets
Some of my current favorites i've made (bc i dont think ive ever posted about this hobby of mine)
) Green-silver Helm chain
) Rainbow Byzantine!! (had fun with this one)
) Variant European 4-in-1
)Mobius flower chain + handmade pendant (pain in my ass but worth it)
) Red bead/bright links Full Persian 6-in-1 w/ 4-in-1 captive beads.
) Variant Chinese 6-1 (i think. made this pattern up myself but it resembles Chinese 6-in-1)
) Dragonscale white/blue/purple picture with better lighting for the effect it gives. I LOVE dragonscale weaves so much but they take the longest out of any of my patterns to make. :(
) Anotherr variant European 4-1 (but prettier)
) Byzantine w/ variant Chinese 6-1 + eyes/spine pattern pendant i liked
These three are progress pictures BUT i like their lighting more for showing them:
1)Full Persian. 2)dragonscale. 3)The black-purple-blue variant Byzantine w/ spirals is an unfinished progress picture I took for a custom commission! I don't have any completed pictures but! you can imagine?? it came out really really cool
Prior to a Vanguard meeting, Caiatl agrees to let Ghost listen in on a Vanguard meeting. The meeting...does not go well. Ghost is not happy.
Over these years in exile, Ghost knows he’s become more fiery, jaded, even bold. Maybe his Guardian can’t manage up anger or even a bit of blame, but he can. He can carry enough anger for both of them, and he is more than willing.
Alternate summary: whole house mad
Ao3 link: [soon]. Length: 1.6k words
“It’s not a sound course of action.” Zavala complains (well, in Ghost’s opinion, at least. The Empress shifts her shoulder to keep him hidden behind her, but Ghost knows her well enough to know that Zavala’s complaint irritated her.). “The Guardian is unstable and–”
Not this again. “Don’t you dare start!” Ghost interjects, shooting out from behind the Empress. He hadn’t meant to, not really, but he’s so sick of hearing this wretched argument again and again. Guardians, the Vanguard, civilians. He’s heard it from all of them, even if in passing.
“What—” “Dont!”
They stare at each other, one startled and the other agitated. Very agitated.
Zavala opens his mouth to speak, to question why Ghost is here, but is interrupted by him flying into the Commander’s face to better stare him down into silence.
Zavala gathers himself, clearing his expression before he speaks, and says, simply, “You’re not supposed to be here.” Oh, so that’s how it is today?
“You’re right, it should be my Guardian instead,” is his own steeled reply. Well, as steely as he can be right now. His core simmers more every moment.
“Your Guardian is delusional,” comes the simple retort from Valus Forge. As if he had the right. Ghost has heard this one before, too. None of them have the right to claim anything of his Guardian’s mental state. None of them have been there to see how hard they have fought time and time again to claw back from the Dark. He was there. Not them.
“Oh, you mean the student you failed? That one’s delusional?” as he swirls around to glare. It’s not the reply he intended but it is the one he meant. Saladin bristles, taking a step forward.
“Little Ghost.” The Empress warns. Not a violent warning, just a warning. As much as Ghost appreciates everything she’s done for him and his Guardian, he can’t care anymore. He’s heard all of this far too many times already. She’s the one that told him he needed to pull himself together and say something. (Maybe not in those words, but it’s what he heard.)
“No. No! Someone needs to say something! Just once, just this one time, they’re going to hear me!”
Ghost doesn’t remember what the replies were, but he remembers well what came out next: The floodgates opened. It wasn’t intentional. Well, Ghost is pretty sure it wasn’t, though he definitely wanted this.
“At the start, I thought it was for the greater good!” Someone questioned what delusion he had fed them or if he believed it too, and well. “That we were helping, that our sacrifice and pain were good! They weren’t even a year old, and you convinced them so soon of where their worth was.” He’s so sick of this, of the hypocrisy from the Vanguard and their refusal to admit their wrongs. “That all they were good for was sacrifice. You even convinced me!” He can hear his voice break on the words, but he pushes through. He needs this. “After so long searching for them, and I didn’t even try to protect them from you, because your poison had sunk so deep already.”
“That’s—” Saladin tries, but no. No, Ghost isn’t done yet.
“No, I was a fool to trust you! After everything they did for you, out of so much love, and this is how you treat them! They’d lay down their Light to save you from a paper cut! How dare you?! Any of you!” What a mockery. His guardian tried their best to be what the Vanguard wanted, to fight for the freedom of the City, but no one backed them in return. Not even Cayde, who just sat there and did nothing, only showing himself when the Guardian was breaking apart. Crow, at least, has the excuse of truly trying to be the Guardian's friend. He hisses, “Oh, but ‘that’s not true!’ is it? ‘That’s not fair’?” Ghost flies close to Saladin’s face, tone mocking. “ Is that what you said when the rest of the Iron Lords fell? Is that what you begged?”
“Ghost!” Ikora snaps as Saladin’s expression morphs into rage, stepping forward only to stop when Zavala gives a small shake of his head. Good. They’ll hear him, whether they want to or not.
“It’s not. There was no poison but their own doing. They—”
“They what?! Cared too much? Tried too hard to appease you? Tried to save him?” He plows over any attempt to interrupt. They will hear him. They will hear what they’ve done, and he’ll do this time and again if he has to. No matter how his shell jitters with the emotion or how his voice breaks on occasion. “Because from where I am, that’s what it looks like!”
The silence is stunned and deafening. Had he a throat, it’d feel clogged. This is suffocating and despair. He needs to go for the jugular. Force them to listen. He is tired of watching everyone blame his guardian for mistakes and crimes that they did not commit. They became unstable because of the Vanguard’s betrayal. Their actions were a direct result of how they were treated, and Ghost has a sickening feeling that they were expected to lie down and roll over. One he suspected they’d be cornered into accepting.
Never again. Never. If the guardian can’t be angry for themselves, Ghost has plenty of sharp words left.
“You- cowards! You’ve never bothered to try! All this time, they’ve been trying to spare you the hurt of being wrong, all the while you- you sit there, so convinced and unwavering- But I know you aren’t. I heard your Safiyah, Zavala, I know-”
“You know nothing!” Zavala slams his fist down as he speaks. Finally, finally, a response. Zavala pauses and scrambles, mouth working for the words. “And what of the execution, then? Of Lakshmi?”
“Oh, oh, what?” Ghost knows how it sounds, mocking and scathing. But he’s too far gone to care. “Has Ikora still not told you? Because she knows.”
Zavala makes an aborted grasping motion in hand, and in a moment of doubt he glances at Ikora for something, anything. She won’t meet their eyes. It only serves as fuel to his fire.
“Tell them, Ikora! Tell them! You know what she was planning!” Ghost shouts, voice distorting on the highs as his shell spins and fidgets around him. “You know exactly why they- why we did it! Tell—”
She looks up, abrupt and steeled. “I know nothing.” Her tone is angry and cold, and it saps all the fumes he had left. He smolders, still. Nothing could douse this.
“So that’s how it is.” He twirls to stare down Ikora. “I should have known you would use them as a weapon as soon as you could.”
“That is not what I did-“ Ikora interjects, but Ghost bulldozes over her.
“It is! It’s what you’ve all done, and I am tired of pretending that isn’t what happened!” Ghost’s voice raises again. “That is all they are to all of you. A weapon. Something dangerous. You don’t even see them as a person, they’re just a broken tool.”
Nobody speaks for a long moment. It’s enough for Ghost to stare them all down, to the point where even Saladin averts his eyes. Ghost turns his eye directly on Zavala. “The Speaker would be disappointed in you.”
“You have said enough, Little Ghost.” The Empress says, gently catching him in one of her hands. “They are listening.”
Ghost scoffs. “It’s too late for that, isn’t it? My Guardian’s already broken because of them. None of this can be taken back.” He stays and stares, just for a few moments, before decompiling from the suffocating space of the meeting room.
—
The Empress finds him onboard the flagship, his Guardian fortunately asleep (any rest for them is rare—He’s glad they find some peace here), and there is a heavy but not uncomfortable silence. He takes the opportunity to brace himself, though he is unsure what for. He had spent the entire time before Caiatl returned fuming and, as angry as he was, she held no fault in this. Maybe if he wanted, he could place something on her but nothing he cared to, not right now.
“That was not the plan,” Caiatl rumbles. It isn’t entirely displeasure, mostly an observation. It is expectant, though.
Had he a jaw, he’d grit his teeth at the idea of apologizing. It isn’t what she wants but, even now, it's his first reflex—One he desperately smothers. He lets the silence hang for a moment more as he brings his shell in tighter..
“I know, I just—” His shell twirls and adjusts in contemplation. His voice lowers, almost a murmur, yet ever incensed. “I can’t listen to that. Not again. They have no right to- to deface my Guardian like that. Not after…everything.”
“You think you're protecting their image?” The Empress asks, though he suspects she knows the answer. Ghost has ranted to her about these conditions, this fetid treatment, a dozen times. Perhaps she’s pushing for a specific answer.
“I'm protecting them. Us. One of us has to stand up and if they can't, I will. I'm our voice.” She knows by now there isn’t one without the other. The two of them may as well be one entity. With some suspicion, he says, “You know this already. What are you getting at?”
Caiatl chuffs at his directness. “Give it time.” His shell swirls and Light swells at the suggestion, but she doesn’t give him time to rebuke it. “Do not look at me that way. You know that is not what I mean.” While he forces himself to settle down, she continues. “Let what you have said today sink in. They will see.”
What he wants to say is: I shouldn’t have to wait. What he wants to say is: Will they see too late? What comes out is: “...Right.”
i can't ever find footage of it and it makes me horribly sad, but in the corrupted strike, if you linger at that really long cliff w the portal at the bottom, i've heard a ghost line that basically says this: "don't worry, this time i'll be right behind you" which has horrible implications no one talk to me ever
does this mean YW was legitimately wary around large drops bc they were kicked off ghauls ship without ghost :( rhetorical question it absolutely does and it breaks my heart every time i think abt it ill never be over them ever in my life
Hey! I am a long time devourer of young wolf ideas and headcanons and I love this one so much. I also happen to have the video. If anyone doesn’t know about Destiny Lore Vault, Eruke, and archangelofkaos you should definitely check them out, you will find a host of stuff, including Destiny 1 quests. It’s a goldmine.
Edit: I didn’t see that somebody had already posted it! Plus others! I love it here, destiny lore vault strikes again.
It’s also sad because we used to be so comfortable with jumps, examples here
At about 1 min on the second one.
Dialogue:
Cayde-6: Ugh. My stomach drops whenever you make a jump like this. And I don't even have a stomach. Funny how that works.
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Tyra: Unfortunately, my intel says you’re going to need to make your way underground.
Ghost: Falling great distances is actually our specialty. Elevator shaft, anyone?
I have a guardian who is very afraid of heights, going off of @entrancedsnow70 ‘s (hi I love your fics so much) original headcanon, and one of my story ideas that I have to write is her having trouble with Strand due to her absolute need to control everything (more backstory explains it, Stasis made it a lot worse). Finally she drags one of those light limiting devices over so she can’t chicken out and jumps off a skyscraper.
She finally breaks through some of her fear and it’s a turning point for her work with Strand. Her name is Thraia and I love her.
A Ghost looking for a Guardian. Not just any Guardian. Her Guardian.
Bonus character sheet. I am legit so nervous about this bc I've never really put out non-joke D2 OCs in front of y'all and I hope y'all like them, or at least enjoy the comics, or both! I'm going to hide now.
People had asked if NLL is my interpretation for D3/ shattered cycle, and i would say no, not really.
My writing style is very fundamentally different from Destiny writing. As much as i love how D2 handle NPCs, it doesnt really offer OUR guardian the same kind of personality/ character growth.
Which isnt a bad thing in this sense, because without that blank slate template, ocs like Booker and Raze wouldnt exist.
But speaking from a gameplay perspective, im not really thinking about combat in my story. This is almost all character work. It's dialogue, it's emotions, it's connection.
I dont.. intend to write D3 or shattered cycle. If i happen to get something right, then yay me. But NLL at its core is an analogy. Booker is someone who had suddenly lost his entire world to higher powers and is trying to do something about it, even though he knows he most likely would fail.
I'm not a game writer. Im someone who clashed with my creative writing prof because they didnt like my story of helpless characters vs a passively oppressive world. To me, not every story needs a triumphant ending. Sometimes we can't do anything, but we were there, and that's worth writing about.
