𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘦.

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idk if anyone is still active here, but i’ve moved shin to a multimuse and will be maintaining this as an archive !

[loneword-a]

 𝐈 .  𝐕𝐈𝐈 .     𝐋𝐄𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑   𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄   𝐘𝐎𝐔   —   DRIVE   YOU   TOWARD   GREATER   LEARNING   AS   YOU   CONQUER   UNKNOWN   ROADS ,   LEAVING   THE   WELL - WORN   TO   ASH .     /     shin   malphur   from   bungie’s   destiny ,   by   cole .

[persephonememes]

* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. 

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ How many people have you killed? ❜

❛ History is a strong word. It was more of a… dalliance. ❜

❛ Have you ever wanted something so much that the fear of not getting it makes you wonder if you ever should have wanted it at all? ❜

❛ I don’t want to live without you and after this I won’t have to.  ❜

❛ No one will ever keep us apart again. ❜

❛ Men in general like to win. ❜

❛ Well, your taste in men always did leave something to be desired. ❜

❛ In the darkest of times you were my conscience. ❜

❛ The more we try to help each other, the more harm we do. ❜

❛ I lose everyone I love. ❜

❛ What odd turns our lives have taken. ❜

❛ I don’t give my heart or give up easily. ❜

❛ You have to admit, your fate does have a sense of humor. ❜

❛ I need to forget a ridiculous, childish idea that I could love someone, they could love me, and nothing else mattered. ❜

❛ There is always risk. At least when you love someone it’s worth taking. ❜

❛ I never said I was a good man, but one can receive good advice from a bad person.❜

❛ Love is never simple. Not that I’m any expert. ❜

❛ Are you wearing mink-lined boots? ❜

❛ Well if I have to run I want to look good doing it. ❜

❛ We were supposed to dance under the stars. ❜

❛ Maybe there is no magic but what we make for ourselves. ❜

❛ If the price is my life, I will give it. ❜

❛ I can’t bear to think about a future anymore, not without you. ❜

❛ What good is right or wrong if you’re dead? ❜

❛ Men don’t like taking orders from women. ❜

❛ And real love never fades, not truly. ❜

❛ Just know whatever happens, this is not the end I dreamed for us. ❜

❛ Do not test my power and do not tempt my fury. ❜

❛ If I’m as responsible as you say, I will never forgive myself. ❜

❛ I will spill blood to defend what’s mine. ❜

❛ Men forget, that woman have ears. ❜

❛ Duels only lead to dead men, not respect. ❜

❛ I am trying to be better! ❜

❛ You’re a monster. ❜

❛ You are a necessary evil whose orbit I can’t seem to escape. ❜

❛ I opened my heart to a liar. ❜

[unfollowfriday]

if you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not. And I am out there, very dangerous and I am looking for you. Good luck

[loneword-a]

 𝐈 .  𝐕𝐈𝐈 .     𝐋𝐄𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑   𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄   𝐘𝐎𝐔   —   DRIVE   YOU   TOWARD   GREATER   LEARNING   AS   YOU   CONQUER   UNKNOWN   ROADS ,   LEAVING   THE   WELL - WORN   TO   ASH .     /     shin   malphur   from   bungie’s   destiny ,   by   cole .

[mushitology]

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Dragging along, following your form Hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn Remember me love, when I’m reborn As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

[loneword-a]

:) @valkury

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𝐈 . 𝐕𝐈𝐈.     𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑  𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  —  DRIVE  YOU  TOWARD  GREATER  LEARNING  AS  YOU  CONQUER  UNKNOWN  ROADS,  LEAVING  THE  WELL - WORN  TO  ASH.     /     shin  malphur  of  destiny,  written  by  cole.

[loneword-a]

so. things from nothings ends.

the vanguard... knows? to some degree, they know what he planned with the shadows. even if not the extent they went to, it seems implied that the vanguard knew shin intended to cleanse ranks of those that fully believed in yor. also helped him sow fear of the shadows in guardians

the inner circle knows the truth about shin / orsa / vale, meaning he trusted them !!!!!!!!

only the inner circle is left. the rest of the shadows are gone, killed by the man with the golden gun

i was right about shin not wanting the spotlight!!!! the guardian is meant to be the leader, the hero. shin was only a catalyst for the guardian’s progression

shin found yor’s ghost and kept it like hello is he just in the business of collecting ghosts of dead guardians????? but in all seriousness it adds to how invested shin really was in azzir’s legacy, following it from start to end, and doing what he could not. shin tracked down yor’s abandoned ghost. love that

callum could, reasonably, return

shin cared enough to keep callum’s ghost safe and alive !

shin fully accepts that he could never do this alone. he recognized that as one of yor’s weaknesses. it was never a path meant to walk alone, it was always something that needed others

he recognizes that they have created an awful world, and that he and the shadows had part in it, and he feels guilty over it

gambit became useful in showing that the line can be walked, that anything but light isn’t inherently evil and can be useful if used properly. shin saw value in letting the game continue. drifter still (seemingly) is a pawn

[sigillums]

DESTINY 2 | IO

Io was the last place visited by The Traveler, and the site of great interest to both humanity and the timeless Vex machines. The Red Legion, too, now seek to unravel the secrets and power of this place, gouging at the surface, seeking to uncover new sources of power to aid in their quest to dominate our worlds. It is up to you to protect this place, and preserve its great legacy.

[loneword-a]

i wish tiānshǐ had survived to see that the boy she revived went on to be a legend among guardians v_v

[loneword-a]

opulence spoilers

i really hope calus says ‘o champion mine’ just because he can’t fucking think of an original concept to save his life and it’s just part of him habitually stealing from everyone else in the universe bc that’d be the best reason ever

[gambithandler]

‘ you have chosen to explore the depths of the darkness. you better be able to run. ’

 item description meme [ accepting ] 

it had been unfair, really, goading the renegade to play a round of gambit to assuage his opinions about the primevals. a guardian like the renegade on a team against a four-stack of solo competitors? maybe he should have made the hunter play one-v-four. maybe with a negative mote modifier? 

the renegade’s words crackle through the comm as drifter watches the match from his vantage point on the derelict. feels – even from here – the slight chill that accompanies a primeval being summoned. smiles his winning smile as he ignores the hunter currently waxxing poetic in favor of seeing just how this match will end. 

the chill is gone almost instantly, replaced with solar heat and -

one shot. pause. two rapid shots.  

you better be able to run.

the chill that grips him now has nothing to do with the primeval, and he ends the match right then in there – seven guardians to orbit, and Shin Fucking Malphur on the field. drifter’s fingers drum against the control panel before opening a comm-link with the hunter. 

“ think i can run longer than you can chase, pal. ”

malphur is gone before drifter can kick him to orbit. 

[loneword-a]

‘ risk is it’s own reward. ’

i think this was the item meme     /     closed.

THIS  IS  THE  EASIEST  WAY.     to  get  him  to  shut  up,  to  prove  a  point,  and  to  have  a  surprise  of  his  own.     as  much  as  he  hates  to  admit  it,  the  drifter  is  right.     he  only  knows  so  much  from  watching.     first - hand  and  he  knows  the  risks.     the  threats  of  the  primevals  and  just  how  far  his  game  goes   —   how  far  it  will  take  the  guardians  in  a  dance  with  darkness.     every  part  of  him  says  no,  that  it  goes  against  everything  he  stands  for.     and  it  does.     but  again,  the  drifter  is  right.     risk  is  it’s  own  reward,  he’s  said  again  and  again  until  shin  conceded.

it’s  hardly  fair  to  place  him  on  a  team.     strangers,  unaware  of  who  he  is.     it’s  for  the  best.     the  gunslinger  bides  his  time,  watching  more  than  participating.     the  motes  spark  intrigue,  but  with  the  watchful  eye  in  orbit  now  is  hardly  the  time.     he’d  pocket  one,  if  the  thought  didn’t  raise  more  concerns.     the  last  word  isn’t  called  until  the  end.

their  primeval  is  first.     shin  won’t  deny  the  competency  of  his  team   —   he  notes  their  names,  ones  to  watch.     uneasiness  fills  him,  staring  at  the  taken  beast.     what  more  could  the  drifter  be  hiding  with  access  to  creatures  like  this?     it  raises  the  hair  on  his  neck.

the  last  word  is  summoned,  and  it  feels  a  different  game.     his  game.     under  his  control,  now.     he  stands  poised  before  the  primeval,  team  mates  strategizing  and  he  looks  over  his  shoulder  to  them,  briefly.     fingers  curl  tightly  around  the  grips  following  a  flourish.     left  arm  raises,  and  from  his  chest  a  fire  burns  outward.     now  a  golden  gun,  he  takes  aim.     he  can’t  fight  the  smirk  behind  his  helmet.

you  better  be  able  to  run,  he  muses.     in  all  their  time  of  cat  and  mouse,  this  is  the  first  time  he’s  been  so  bold.     so  blatantly  himself,  and  it  should  be  no  secret  now,  regardless  of  how  sure  the  drifter  may  have  been.     it’s  fascinating   —   the  speed  at  which  the  drifter  dismisses  the  others.     is  he  afraid?     unsettled?     cornered,  seeing  the  man  with  the  golden  gun  so  close  in  his  game,  to  his  secrets?

a  shot  followed  by  a  pause   —   then  two  more,  the  fire  extinguished  with  the  last  pull  of  the  trigger   —   something  that’s  become  a  trademark.     head  turns  to  the  sky,  gaze  fixed  on  where  he  knows  the  drifter’s  ship  lingers.     the  last  word  returns  to  its  holster  with  calming  of  his  fire.

‘     think  i  can  run  longer  than  you  can  chase,  pal.     ’     a  challenge.     it’s  been  years  already,  the  chase  hasn’t  slowed.     he  has  no  intention  of  letting  it.     shin’s  ghost  manifests,  a  flash,  and  just  as  quickly,  they  both  vanish.     the  drifter  could  run   —   shrouded  in  dark  or  skirting  the  light,  hiding  in  whatever  corner  of  the  universe  the  drifter  can  find   —   but  shin  will  follow.     this  play  is  still  his.

[titanvanguardguyfieri-blog]

Whether we wanted it or not, we’ve stepped into a war with the Cabal in Flavor Town. So let’s get to taking out their command, one by one. Valus Ta'aurc. From what I can gather, he commands the Siege Dancers from an Imperial Land Tank just outside of Rubicon. He’s well protected, but with the right team, we can punch through those defenses, take this beast out, and break their grip on Freehold.

[loneword-a]

DREADEDBANE.

the  simplest  of  truths:     as  knowledge  blossoms,  know  that  you  know  nothing.     and  so,  you  listen  in  silence   —    listen  to  the  silence  as  closely  as  you  listen  to  his  words.     gaze  sweeps  across  the  scenery  and  you  feel  at  once,  decades  younger,  looking  at  runes  you  thought  you  could  never  hope  to  comprehend,  pouring  over  tome  upon  tome  of  hivespeak  in  your  quest  for  knowledge.   <  your  insatiable  desire,  your  virtue  and  vice.  >   

to  know  all  is  not  the  task.     to  know  all  you  can  is  your  charge.

and  so  you  step  forth  confidently  into  the  unknown,  riled  by  your  ignorance  of  new  knowledge  bestowed.     behind  the  mound  of  your  breast,  anger  blooms   —   it  is  one  of  your  uglier  inheritances,  and  one  you  keep  on  a  tight  leash.     it  is  a  temperamental  tool  in  unskilled  hands,  but  in  yours  it  is  lethal,  guiding  you,  driving  you  to  greater  learning.     you  are  ready  to  conquer  this  unknown  road,  wherever  it  may  lead  you.     you  are  ready  to  leave  this  past  in  well - worn  ash.

to  follow  blindly  is  to  sacrifice  one's  self  to  the  abyss,  becoming  not  one,  but  one  of  the  many   —   another  lost  soul.

and  follow  blindly  you  have,  in  a  way,  allowing  your  unshakeable  trust  in  zyre  orsa  to  shield  your  gaze  from  deflections  and  disappearances.     what  lies  at  the  root  of  this  light  stranger,  this  night  brother.     who  is  zyre  orsa  at  his  core ?     <  you  know  the  answer   —   you  have  known  for  a  while  ;  you  have  seen  it  in  those  quiet  moments,  in  the  warmth  you  share.     you  know  this  man  like  you  know  the  inevitable,  and  more  importantly,  you  know  yourself  in  honest  ways.  >     you  have  never  trusted  one  who  was  unworthy  of  it. 

‘     i  am  ready  to  learn.     ’     and  learn  you  will.     you  will  suffer  for  it   —   it  is  the  inevitable  gift  of  knowledge,  and  rather  than  fear  it,  you  welcome  the  pain.     

     head  tilts.     an  eagerness,  perhaps  feigned,  is  not  the  reaction  you  expected.     does  he   play  at  this,  seek  what  you’re  sharing  in  order  to  write  your  demise?     or  is  this  genuine,  that  morbid  curiosity  that  has  given  you  the  knowledge  upon  which  you  found  your  kin,  taking  over?     it  is  easier  to  accept  the  latter,  but  you  are  wise  to  be  vigilant  of  the  former.

to  claim  evolution  one  must  be  unmade.

your  unmaking  is  different.     though  wrapped  in  darkness,  hanging  on  every  word  of  hivespeak  like  a  believer  does  their  scripture,  you  are  not  unsewn  at  the  seams  as  the  first  dredgen.     you,  the  second,  unmake  yourself  through  honesty.     and  in  doing  so,  you  will  become  something  greater.     something   —   someone   —   you  could  have  never  been  before.

‘     you  can  feel  it,  can’t  you?     ’     the  bristling  in  the  air,  like  the  calm  before  a  storm.     the  impending  sense  of  wrong,  like  shelter  is  needed  to  hide  from  the  calamity.     words  must  be  chosen  carefully.     much  like  with  sol,  everything  laid  out  through  facts  and  story,  it  requires  an  artful  touch.     and  you  are  a  master  in  the  art  of  weaving  your  threads,  entangling  those  around  you.     so  where  to  begin?     no  part  makes  it  more  palatable.     no  piece  of  this  puzzle  softens  the  blow.

emotion  is  not  required  when  removing  obstacles  from  your  path.

there.     his  own  translation,  guiding  you  to  warp  his  perceptions.     hand  raises  in  front  of  your  chest,  turning  palm  up.     you  call  forth  the  gun  that  provided  the  foundation  upon  which  your  life  has  been  shaped.     the  noise  is  a  comforting  memory  for  you,  but  designed  to  haunt  your  shadows.     made  of  the  sun,  the  last  word  cradled  in  your  hand   (   it  doesn’t  matter  how  far  you  walk  without  the  gun  itself,  your  fire  will  always  be  entwined  and  in  this  form  it  will  always  return   ). 

that  is  what  you  offer.     the  purest  form  of  admission.     your  voice  is  calm  and  calculated.     steady  as  a  drum,  beating  in  your  chest.     you  will  not  falter  now  as  you  never  have  faltered  before.     and  if  the  weapon  of  legend   —   infamy  in  your  ranks   —   you  continue:     ‘     zyre  orsa  is  not  my  only  name.     ’

[loneword-a]

DREADEDBANE.

home.     it  rings  loud  through  the  land,  a  veil  lifting  from  your  eyes  and  your  step  falters  for  the  barest  moment  before  you  make  slow  approach,  coming  to  rest  a  few  paces  behind  orsa.     <  at  his  right,  always  his  right,  for  that  is  your  place   —   though  you  both  are  leaders,  orsa  is  the  faceless  face  of  your  cause  and  you  are  content  as  his  companion  and  his  colleague.  >     orsa’s  shoulders  tense  and  oh,  you  long  to  lay  a  hand  on  them,  pulse  light  soothing  and  gentle,  but  your  hands  remain  by  your  side,  clasp  behind  you  back  to  resist  the  urge  to  touch.       

you  do  not  yet  have  all  the  pieces  of  this  puzzle,  but  keen  mind  is  unravelling  the  web  laid  before  you.     orsa’s  light  is  bright  as  a  star,   <  bright  as  a  gun   —   bright  as  the  gun  >   and  oh  the  pieces  are  sliding  into  place,  slowly,  slowly.     you  do  not  have  them  all,   <  do  you  want  to  have  them  at  all ?  >   but  a  picture  is  forming  and  for  a  moment,  your  heart  stutters. 

evolution  is  a  constant  for  those  who  embrace  tomorrow.     step  forward  into  the  unknown,  beyond  the  present    —   there  you  will  find  the  truth  waiting.     see  with  new  eyes,  past  the  lies  of  this  existence,  for  there  you  will  the  truths  of  your  new  one.  

for  the  barest  moment,  you  consider  reading  between  the  lines   <  as  you  always  have,  knowing  orsa’s  needs  far  before  he  knows  them  >   but  this  lifetime  of  secrecy  and  shadows  has  left  you  yearning  for  the  sun.     for  the  warmth  of  simplicity  and  the  unshakeable  trust  between  friends  born  from  of  decades  of  unfettered  honesty.     this,  you  think   <  ‘ this ’    —   the  draw  and  pull  between  you  both,  the  way  you’ve  fallen  into  each  other’s  orbits,  gravitating  like  planets  around  their  star  >   started  with  honesty.     let  this   <  ‘ this ’   —   the  end  of  one  chapter  in  your  time  together,  and  the  start  of  another  >   begin  as  it  ended,  with  a  simple  question:     ‘     where  is  home ?     ’

     can’t  he  see  it?     the  nothingness  around  you  echoing  with  history.     or  is  it  for  your  eyes  only?     what  once  was  here,  a  meager  town  before  darkness  and  flame  engulfed  it,  devoured  it  into  the  empty,  ruined  land  that  remains   —   you  alone  are  cursed  to  remember  all  that  shadows  have  taken  as  you  wear  his  mantle  with  pride.     there  is  nothing.     nothing  to  tell  him  what  you  hesitate  to  voice,  no  signs  of  a  story  ages  old.     read  deeply  as  he  may,  this  is  not  something  teben  will  see  so  clearly.     without  your  words,  your  story   —   he  will  never  know  everything.     you’ve  made  sure  of  that.

before  one  can  be  freed,  one  must  question  the  truth  of  their  purest  identity.

‘     palamon.     ’     three  syllables  have  never  felt  so  heavy.     yet,  it’s  almost  freeing.     a  small  piece  of  that  burden   —   a  part  of  you,  the  most  genuine,  where  you  began  and  ended  and  began  again  —   shouldered  alone,  now  offered.     hesitant,  but  inviting.     inviting  the  questions.     the  inevitable  anger.     you  have  prepared  for  the  worst,  however  he  may  react.     and  such  is  his  right,  whatever  degree  of  rage  he  feels  is  one  you  have  felt  before  and  you  would  never  condemn  it.

this  secret  place  is  just  that:  a  point  of  renewal,  a  cycle  churning  as  you  begin  anew.     somewhere  you  always  find  yourself  in  the  crux  of  change.     that’s  what  this  is.     a  rising  action,  revealing  the  purest  you  to  someone  that  thought  they  already  knew  you.     parts  of  you,  yes.     teben  always  knew  parts.     and  those  parts  were  never  lies.

and  so  a  question  is  begged:  who  resides  at  the  core  of  your  being?

but  what  was  a  lie?     those  hushed  whispers,  those  quiet  touches  in  passing  and  wayward  glances,  are  you  sure  none  of  it  was  a  lie?     you  tell  yourself  you  are  but  when  other  moments   —   all  the  misleading,  the  days  of  disappearance   —   are  taken  away,  what  remains?     of  the  two  men  you  claim  to  be,  one  a  light  and  the  other  a  shadow,  who  does  the  real  you  resemble  most?     do  you  know?     as  all  defenses  are  stripped  away,  this,  perhaps,  is  your  chance  to  find  out.

you  finally  turn,  slow.      eyes  meet  his  and  yours  do  not  betray  you.     your  reticence  does  not  show,  gaze  empty  as  if  unconcerned  with  what  will  follow.     your  light  is  different  and  you  know  he  feels  it,  too   (   you  take  delight  in  the  fire’s  freedom,  bored  of  stifling  it  for  so  long   ).     there  is  no  sense  in  delaying  it.     you  only  hope  he  will  listen.     ‘     it ‘s  time  you  know  everything.     ’