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been playing a lot of d2 lately & this guy’s been on my mind

thinking about the first crota fireteam and how crucial eris was to recruitment. the mission in itself was to avenge guardians lost to crota but there was a specific tint of focus toward avenging wei ning, something eris didn’t have much of a personal stake in aside from being a friend of her’s and eriana’s. and yet, she went on to recruit people who were obviously incredibly important to her; sai who seems to trust her with complete faith, vell who saved her life once and is willing to do it again, omar who only agreed to go because eris supports the cause, toland who she’d probably looked up to even in his exile, who has genuine faith in the mission despite everything.

and then, they die one by one and eris is entirely helpless to stop it. maybe it would be less bittersweet if they’d accomplished anything close to their original goal, if eris could come out of the hellmouth knowing her team’s deaths weren’t in vain. but they don’t, and they are, and everything was all in vain from the very beginning.

it’s interesting how eris emulates them, keeps them alive through herself. like sai, she trusts herself to carry out this insane hive ascension ritual with little concern for the personal risk. like vell, she adventures out into a hostile frozen wasteland and fights to protect others no matter the cost, even those she barely knows. like omar, she keeps talismans and charms and gives them to others who need reassurance, a reminder she’s in their corner. like toland, she’s the hive expert who still seeks to teach and mentor despite her more self-imposed solitude.

and of course, like eriana, her passionate love and craving for vengeance are constantly at war with one another. her sorrow, he guilt, her anguish over what she’s lost, competing with her desire to help, to mend, to protect what little she has left, to save a world she still somehow has faith in. the difference between them is that eris’ love will always win. she will not be led blindly into any pit again, not by her thirst for revenge, not by her despair, not by the darkness, not by the deep.

i definitely agree with all of these but would make the following adjustments:

1.) shift omar to the right of the jock/nerd axis just past eris and ever so slightly down on the prep/goth axis. he’s almost as moody as eris wears almost as much jewelry. will obnoxiously mansplain about his incredibly niche areas of interest if given the opportunity. i see the jock physique but he’s a little squishy, emotionally too.

2.) shift vell to the left of the jock/nerd axis just past eris and ever so slightly down up the prep/goth axis. I would consider vell to be strategic and clever but not quite genuinely book-smart enough to be a nerd; he has good ideas and they work but it’s 80% dumb luck. i would say he’s preppy in the sense that he takes gelling his hair very seriously and actually thinks his style is the height of fashion

First Crota Fireteam (plus Wei Ning) alignments. Discuss.

LET THEM BE EVIL, YOUR HONOR

had to private all my nsfw fics on ao3 due to harassment so im going back 2 my eris fic to occupy myself until i can post porn again. nature is healing

benefits of traveling an ice world with a (albeit begrudging) lightbearer: staying toasty with some Solar energy

this is genuinely what i imagined in my brain when i wrote them all getting frisky on one very small couch……

art challenge: draw your/your ocs fireteam like this

hi i made a bg3 side blog @justiciared follow if you want to see me be insane abt shadowheart + co.

i’m working on updating my guardians’ reference sheets but in the meantime i need to put this height comparison out into the world. thesis and her collection of eliksni situationships

obsessed with the idea of this vampire spawn wholesomely corrupting the religious girl to pursue her own desires and give only what she wants to give instead of doing it all in the name of her goddess… returning shadowheart’s agency and personhood in the same way that she restored his through genuinely caring for him…. aughhhh.

baldur’s gate making me mentally ill specifically shadowheart and astarion.

something something willing loss as a tenet of sharran faith and what better tribute to the dark lady than shadowheart sacrificing her lifeblood to a creature of the darkness stripped of his humanity and free will, claiming a lost soul condemned to life in darkness as her own and nourishing him in shar’s name etc etc

maybe after some time it’s not about losing her blood and accepting the pain and exhaustion as a sort of dedication fast but a desire to give instead, to give astarion what he needs in every capacity (blood, kindness, a listening ear, protection, agency, etc) to the point where her religious dedication to shar pales in comparison to his whole-hearted devotion.

baldur’s gate making me mentally ill specifically shadowheart and astarion.

something something willing loss as a tenet of sharran faith and what better tribute to the dark lady than shadowheart sacrificing her lifeblood to a creature of the darkness stripped of his humanity and free will, claiming a lost soul condemned to life in darkness as her own and nourishing him in shar’s name etc etc

maybe after some time it’s not about losing her blood and accepting the pain and exhaustion as a sort of dedication fast but a desire to give instead, to give astarion what he needs in every capacity (blood, kindness, a listening ear, protection, agency, etc) to the point where her religious dedication to shar pales in comparison to his whole-hearted devotion.

Toland doesn’t have a last name, so eventually he just takes Morn

Intimacy #14 (Sharing Drinks) w Omar and Sai?

Debated whether I considered this an "unusual" ask! However, I've never written them before so it counts. I have to say @bbyfacedx's recent fics/art have inspired me with these two, but you can interpret their relationship however you want.

"Whatcha got there?" Sai asks, brown eyes glistening covetously at Omar's drink. It's a delectable-looking mug of . . . she's not sure, maybe a latte or hot cocoa if she had to hazard a guess. Whatever it is, it's covered in a towering dollop of whipped cream, chocolate shavings, and a drizzle of caramel for good measure.

Omar likes sweet drinks but the gaudy display of toppings isn't usually his thing. The uncharacteristic nature of it intrigues her more than if he'd just shown up with a can of energy drink, or a cold brew with too much cream and sugar. 

". . . Coffee," he says, preemptively lifting it up and out of arm's reach as she leans in to steal a taste. "Sai, you have your own drink."

She gives a forlorn glance at her modest cup of milk tea. "This is not that."

"That sounds like your problem," says Omar. "Besides, you wouldn't like it."

"I would!"

He tries his hardest to avoid the small hunter's doleful stare as he takes a swill. Unfortunately, Sai can be irritatingly intense when she chooses, and has chosen to now. Wiping the cream off his nose, he pushes his drink into her free hand. "Suit yourself."

She passes her teacup to him. Excitedly hefts the mug to her lips with both hands, takes a long slug—

And immediately chokes, barely managing to swallow down her portion. "Sky above, Omar —" she stammers between coughs, "What'd you mix in?"

"Something the lads at the Coyote's Den concocted," he grins, referencing one of the more storied hunter speakeasies in the old part of town. Sai usually didn't go there, too busy and loud, unless every other joint in the City was closed for the night/morning and she was desperately in need of caffeine or imbibements. "This might have been a failed experiment, so Mendoza sold me a bottle at cost. 'Just make sure you let your Ghost know before you drink it' is what she told me, hah. Pretty good if you can mix enough crap in with it to distract from the aftertaste."

"Eugh, awful," says Sai, before taking another tentative nip. "It grows on you, though . . ."

"I'm not getting that back, am I?" he asks, taking a short sip, then a second longer drink from the cup. The velvety blend of smoky black tea, sweet cream, and notes of cardamom and cinnamon are delicious, even without his additions. "You know what? Scratch that. You can keep it. But you might want to tell Yuka before you stumble off the Tower wall or get hit by a trolley on your way home."

(Somewhere in Sai's bead-embroidered hood, she chirps affirmatively.)

"Won't you walk me back?" She asks, tucking her arm around his. Her tipsy sentimentality was excruciatingly charming, enough to momentarily divert him from his plans for the evening. 

He gives a good-natured huff. Steadies Sai when she wobbles a little. "Karsys, let Olu know I'll be a bit late to our Go match. I don't want her to go around crowing about a forfeit victory . . ."

Sai gives a happy bounce on her feet as they turn and make their way toward midtown.

No-text version of First Crota Fireteam Finds & Kills A God.

i wrote first crota fireteam sauce…. 6k+ words of it…

they are so precious. so wholesome…. im obsessed

writing eris and crow is so soothing… eris deserves to feel needed and crow deserves to be babied a little. it’s a win-win

writing eris and crow is so soothing… eris deserves to feel needed and crow deserves to be babied a little. it’s a win-win

me: all my d2 headcanons are based on canon lore information and definitely not me projecting

also me: eris morn gets cold sores

trying to finish some destiny wips ive been working on for ages and this is genuinely one of my favorite drifteris snippets ive ever written. maybe perhaps i will Finish It

Eris Morn is not a woman who wishes for pity. Sympathy makes her ache nearly as bad as any physical ill she’d suffered; more foreign in her than her own three eyes. The tentative, placating words of others do nothing to put her at ease. Words alone cannot bring back anything she’d lost, sacrificed, or gambled away of her own free will, after all. She isn’t fond of them in the slightest.

The only balm capable of soothing her is a strange one, made from unknown ingredients and applied in a thick layer whether Eris likes it or not. It stings, seeping into her skin, penetrating her down to the marrow each time. He can’t help being obnoxious, she’s aware, it’s simply in his nature. An ointment of his own to rub over the wounds of being known. As much as she’d like to say she knows the Drifter, she doesn’t. Eris has no weapons or words capable of piercing through that thick, cold skin, but she doesn’t necessarily mind it.

Whatever truth lies buried under the Drifter is inconsequential to her. She knows his hands, each scar and callous and imperfection; his voice, the cadence and lilt of it, the way he clips the ending clean off of his words and slurs them into a drawl. She knows that he fiddles with his jade pendant when he’s nervous, upset, frustrated, thinking hard, or holding back excitement. She knows his nicknames for her; Moondust when he’s trying to be romantic, Three-Eyes when he’s trying to push her buttons. Eris knows enough about the Drifter to keep her curiosity sated, for now.

The Drifter’s Gambit is one thing Eris has never bothered to study much. Why should she invest her time learning the ropes of a simple game meant for trigger-happy Guardians to shed the blood of aliens and their own? How could Eris hope to participate while she had nothing but an Ahamkara bone in hand and Stasis replacing her Light? Why was she pacing around the Drifter’s alleyway, eyes darting impatiently from the open grate to the swirling bank of motes to the jade coin discarded on the table? More questions with answers that Eris will never know.

Fem Toland (w/ Eris Morn cameo)... if you even care...

does the painfully small first crota fireteam fandom have like a glossary of headcanons. what mass delusions can we all agree on

eris/toland is the wide-eyed insatiably curious young student and lonely mad professor desperate to be listened to dynamic

eris/eriana is the i was the third wheel and now i’m picking up the pieces in hope of not being the only wheel left dynamic

eris/vell is the “you saved my life, how can i repay you?” “just stay with me, that’s enough” dynamic

eris/sai is the baby’s first mutual homoerotic friendship dynamic

eris/omar is the “i miss you -> nvm i took my meds -> they wore off what’s up” dynamic

i need bungie to release a detailed breakdown of the complete anatomical structure and physiological processes of every non-human species in the destiny universe or i will write it myself

eris morn and the gang vs. the lgbt agenda (hard mode)