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lxghtbound · 8 months
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hello gamers that discord post reminded me abt something
we have a discord server for the destiny rpc! not made by me, but ive been meaning to make a post abt this and add it to my pinned for ages, i’ll maybe refine this later.
general rules: - Basically, just be chill! We’re all here to have fun and rp, if you have issues with someone, block them, or sort it out personally in private. - No leaks at all! We have a channel for spoilers, but we’ve all agreed that none of us are interested in discussing leaks directly. If you see something new, please doublecheck to make sure it’s actually released in game and not a leak. - As a note, we’re open to minors too, so if you’re not comfortable talking to anyone below 18 OOC, be aware of that before you join! If you decide to make an exception, that’s fine too, just make it clear whether you want your blog to stay 18+.
with that out of the way, heres the link! https://discord.gg/RMGarZvuCp
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lxghtbound · 9 months
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The Exo smirks as much as his plating allows. "Oh I've dealt with a whole lotta them. Kinds comes with the territory of bein' in a pack. Did you manage to get yourself in trouble?"
"Just a tip... don't piss off a female hunter.... I'm not excusing murder but- I'm saying they know how to hide bodies better.."
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lxghtbound · 9 months
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"I'd argue Warlocks are worse," Scout comments thoughtfully, "they know how to hide a body and they'll keep an air of grace while doing it. No one'll suspect a thing."
"Just a tip... don't piss off a female hunter.... I'm not excusing murder but- I'm saying they know how to hide bodies better.."
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lxghtbound · 9 months
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Ask a Killer
| Heroes or Villains, Killing May Be Relative |
♔ :First kill
♕ :Last kill
♖ :A kill you regret
♗ :A kill you have been known to boast about
♘ :How you prefer to kill someone
♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name
♚ :A time when you showed mercy
♛ :A time when mercy was requested but not provided
♜ :Post-kill actions, thoughts, or emotions
♝ :Ever killed for sport?
♞ :Define a good kill
♟ :A close call to being killed yourself
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lxghtbound · 10 months
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"It seems our guests have arrived!" "We'd like to welcome you to our humble carnival."
My clown characters! They are from the carnival DnD campaign I wrote and DM'd!
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lxghtbound · 10 months
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She purrs at the affection from both Hunters, clearly loving being the centre of attention.
"Y'know, the guy a couple numbers before me used to not like cats, despite how many times I've been compared to 'em," going off of a passing remark that had been written very early on in his diaries, at least, "but clearly they're real persuasive." Scout reaches up to gently scritch behind Void Kitty's ear.
"Can definitely see why people think Hunters are similar. Makes me wonder why our 'class animal' 's a snake." Both are good fits. But Scout thinks a cat would be cooler.
Maybe a cat and a snake so everyone wins?
He raises his glass to take another sip. "D'you know what kind any of yours are? Or are they just cats, like the lil fella on your shoulders?"
koreyatsu cannot help but beam as the cat chooses not to retreat, but take a leap of faith. off of scout and onto his shoulders, graceful as ever. out of instinct, the hunter straightens his spine, squares his shoulders. she will not fall; not so long as he is careful.
“no trouble at all,” murmurs koreyatsu, reaching to gently scritch void kitty. he cannot seem to take his eyes off her. “though a lot of them are new enough to not earn names, i'll gladly introduce you to my favorites.”
tilting his head, he wriggles his chin back and forth, to tickle the cat with his beard. a soft noise escapes— almost a chuckle, if one squints.
“it's the little things, you know?”
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lxghtbound · 10 months
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"I will never belong to that place again, my friend."
Look, I conceptualized him long ago, played him a bit in a campaign and now I really love him
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lxghtbound · 10 months
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i can be a prettyboy handsomegirl don't even worry about it
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lxghtbound · 10 months
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"Might as well be a little Nightstalker. She's as great at disappearing into shadows as they are, twice as hard to catch when she decides she doesn't wanna be held." Sometimes Scout wonders if she finds it amusing to watch him or the others scramble to catch her when they need to leave a den.
Void Kitty purrs, allowing Koreyatsu to pet her for a few more moments before she crouches, wiggling her back legs and jumping gracefully onto his shoulders.
"You'll have to let me see 'em some time," he winks, "y'know, if it ain't too much trouble."
"well she's beautiful, no matter the name." once he has been accepted, koreyatsu is quick to scratch the back of the little one's neck. his face softens, lines smoothing across the corners of his eyes. his beard twitches as he fights a smile. "and i think void kitty suits you. if it wasn't for those eyes, you'd be nothing but a shadow..."
the hunter glances up when he's addressed again. his eyes squint with a smile.
"got a few of them, yeah. a bunch of strays that made themselves at home in my castle. the boyfriend and i have been chippin' away at getting them fixed." he shifts, to scratch under her chin. "except for the mew line. i'm breeding those on purpose."
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lxghtbound · 10 months
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@exceptionallight
Wide optics stare.
What-- what is he meant to do? Pebbles feels like a rabbit caught in the everapproaching loom of headlights, rigid and tense, anxiety filling his brain to the point where he cannot think of anything else. They're here.
He manages to take a mere step towards them, but soon his worry is replaced with guilt and regret, assuming that Suns knows about what happened to Moon. The scene was a dead giveaway, he hadn't exactly been subtle about hiding what had happened, because doing so would be cowardly. As if what he decided to do instead wasn't.
"...Suns."
The word is shaky, uncertain, nothing like the being Pebbles pretends to be, but so much like the confused Risen trying to figure out his place in this world that Suns knows all too well.
Do they hate him...? What are they here to do? Rub salt in the wound? Interrogate him over why he did what he did? ...Or, Pebbles thinks to himself with another pang of guilt at his immediate assumptions of hatred, are they just here to see me after all this time?
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lxghtbound · 10 months
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@exceptionallight
Fuck-- his head hurts. "What happened...?" He mutters to himself. All Gunslinger remembers is some sorta wild explosion (a rarefaction cell? who knows), and now he's here.
The first thing the ancient notices is-- there's no constant smell of dampness coming from the ground. A glance around the area reveals he's in a field, sure ain't the industrial jungle he had been in before, but at least greenery with trees and flowers isn't entirely unfamiliar. But there's not a cloud in sight. Is he dead?
Great. He got stuck in the cycle even Voiddamned harder than he already was.
Everything smells so different... Gunslinger's ears flick when he hears the crunching of grass beneath someone else's feet, whirling around to face them with teeth bared, "Stay back, take even a pace forward 'n' I'll shoot."
He notices the approaching target's short stature. ...Maaaaybe he's overreacting a little, but y'never know!
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lxghtbound · 10 months
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The cat stares for a few more moments, before walking down Scout's arm and across to Koreyatsu, purring as she rubs her head against his outstretched hand.
Scout scratches the back of his neck. "She doesn't really have a name. Or well-- she probably has a bunch, 'cause of all the Hunters that know her, but she's just our void kitty." Void Kitty does not seem bothered by the lack of a name and is simply happy to make more friends.
"Guessin' you're a fan of cats, then?"
"Oh c'mon, Banshee's a completely normal name! But, I'm Scout. Dunno how normal you consider that, but I've definitely heard weirder." Toast, Watchdog, Gear, kinda out there. But in the world of Guardian names those are hardly anything, given he's heard Guardians calling themselves shit like Air Fryer just because they can.
Scout glances behind him as a weight in his cloak hood suddenly shifts, and a small black mass emerges, orange eyes staring back at the Exo, then looking to Koreyatsu.
Once it emerges, hopping onto Scout's shoulder she reveals herself to be a little black cat. "Oh--" the Hunter seems surprised, "...forgot you were there," he looks back to Kore, "uh, meet my wingman. She's better at winnin' people over than I'll ever be, 'n' that's sayin' a lot."
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lxghtbound · 10 months
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"Oh c'mon, Banshee's a completely normal name! But, I'm Scout. Dunno how normal you consider that, but I've definitely heard weirder." Toast, Watchdog, Gear, kinda out there. But in the world of Guardian names those are hardly anything, given he's heard Guardians calling themselves shit like Air Fryer just because they can.
Scout glances behind him as a weight in his cloak hood suddenly shifts, and a small black mass emerges, orange eyes staring back at the Exo, then looking to Koreyatsu.
Once it emerges, hopping onto Scout's shoulder she reveals herself to be a little black cat. "Oh--" the Hunter seems surprised, "...forgot you were there," he looks back to Kore, "uh, meet my wingman. She's better at winnin' people over than I'll ever be, 'n' that's sayin' a lot."
Scout realises exactly what he’s in for as soon as he gets a look at this guy’s expression, it only draws him in further. “Tch. If you believe the Titans ‘n’ Warlocks, sure.” Going off of how big his pack was, Scout’s willing to wager that the majority of Hunters enjoy a little company – or, at least, don’t mind seeking it out to get jobs done quicker for more rewards. Although, he feels the cold emptiness of the Void from Koreyatsu contrasting against his own cocktail of Solar and Arc. Nightstalkers sure as hell are more prone to taking the solo route in life, probably why a whole lotta people thought they didn’t even exist for a long while. “Can’t say I’ve seen you ‘round before. You willin’ to offer up your name?” Scout doesn’t expect him to do so. That’s okay. He normally doesn’t either, especially when he’s in places like this chatting to a guy he probably won’t see again after tonight. But it’s worth a shot! | @lxghtbound
"i know exactly one titan and one warlock," replies the hunter, catching the drink the bartender slides his way. it's just sweet enough to not taste like ass. it'll do. "and neither of them seem to fond of others, either. so maybe that says more about my crowd than other hunters."
placing the glass back on the worn wood, he turns now to face his companion fully. dark eyes flit down, an eyebrow raises, before flitting back up. the corner of his mouth twitches.
"yoshinada koreyatsu," he says. he places the book aside. "'course, 's only fair if it's even trade. so what do you want to be called? something normal, like reed, or are you an exo of stranger tastes, like banshee or sock?"
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lxghtbound · 10 months
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Hey there! Remember my project Élan? I’ve been finally, properly working on it!
Go give it a look! 
Prologue
Introduction
Chapter 1
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lxghtbound · 11 months
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he doesn’t care much for the city.
it isn’t anything in particular that sets him on edge. the people here are always kind enough, and the alcohol flows as freely as the glimmer. but if it were up to him, he’d remain in scotland, hidden away in his castle with his cats while he waits by the door for theo to return. but this time, that wasn’t an option. this time, theo had insisted he’d come, and nearly physically dragged him onto that jumpship.
so while his partner is busy with vanguard doing who-knows-what, he’s taken to burying himself in this (hunter? gay? gay hunter?) bar. a drink in one hand, a quilting book in the other— proper time for himself in this very busy city.
that is, until someone decides to approach.
koreyatsu closes the book with one hand, spine snapping shut, and turns those dark eyes onto his newfound companion. lips press into a thin, fine line.
"trying to figure out why so many hunters are insistent on keeping company with each other," says the nightstalker.  he taps his finger against the bar, motions for another drink. "aren't we the solitary class?"
Scout realises exactly what he’s in for as soon as he gets a look at this guy’s expression, it only draws him in further.
“Tch. If you believe the Titans ‘n’ Warlocks, sure.” Going off of how big his pack was, Scout’s willing to wager that the majority of Hunters enjoy a little company -- or, at least, don’t mind seeking it out to get jobs done quicker for more rewards.
Although, he feels the cold emptiness of the Void from Koreyatsu contrasting against his own cocktail of Solar and Arc. Nightstalkers sure as hell are more prone to taking the solo route in life, probably why a whole lotta people thought they didn’t even exist for a long while.
“Can’t say I’ve seen you ‘round before. You willin’ to offer up your name?”
Scout doesn’t expect him to do so. That’s okay. He normally doesn’t either, especially when he’s in places like this chatting to a guy he probably won’t see again after tonight. But it’s worth a shot!
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lxghtbound · 11 months
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Daniel Arsham & Hajime Sorayama Sculpture: Holding Hands (2019)
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Scout nods solemnly. U rite he does.
gale,,,
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oh you want him so bad
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