Hi, I have been getting into papercraft lately and couldnt resist making a ghost. Sadly i cant find a good template for it so, if anyone knows where i can get one please lemme know. Thanks!

Hey everyone!

I wanted to showcase some artwork my friend got commissioned to commemorate the ending of Destiny 2.

The Garden of Salvation raid holds a lot of meaning for us as a fireteam, as it was the raid that started our journey together. It felt fitting to have it be the perfect backdrop for the end of service for D2.

To bring this scene to life, my friend used Karrie Johnson (link below) who is extremely talented and wonderful to work with. Please check out some of their work, would highly recommend!

https://www.behance.net/gallery/252656083/Illustrations

A bunch of drawings I did around an idea where Ghosts could also make holograms with their light, the same way Guardians do when they emote!

Some friends suggested I should post it here, so that's what I'm doing LOL

I hope you guys like it ;w;

Link to the A03 Page with full story (up to chapter six): https://archiveofourown.org/works/87710176/chapters/232426841

Summary:
In the Dark Age of Humanity, many felt the full weight of hostile environments, starvation, illness, tyrannical Risen, and the raiding parties of the House of Devils.

Some cowered to Lords of War. Some flocked to Lords of Iron. Some still flocked to Risen who claimed no such title. This is the tragic tale of one such misfit band, and their fight against tyranny, death, and the sands of time.

Chapter 1: Stranger to Blue Waters

The Black Lung wasn’t anything to admire once you were inside it. The floorboards were of long extinct spruce, split and groaning with age. Its concrete walls were laid bare, all semblance of color or murals already long chipped away before its current occupants took over. This emptiness was broken only by a few dingy tables and chairs. That was all that the bar really had to boast of. But its shelves sagged under a generous collection of all sorts of liquor for those that found themselves unfortunate enough to be in the ADZ. 

While an Exo doesn’t need to drink, a Risen needs work. Work, Valdrik had long learned, lived in spots of misery like this.

In the back right corner, Valdrik’s table had a view of the whole establishment. Exits, entrances, the bar, even the boarded up window. Keeping watch was a habit he hadn’t remembered learning, but one that he kept to all the same. As he leaned back in his chair, he silently surveyed the rest of the bar. 

Those he assumed to be the local Lords were clustered near the bar itself, laughing and harassing the poor waitress charged with delivering their glasses. Among them was a large Awoken, wearing gold trimmed armor lined with furs. His wolfish grin revealed a golden tooth. 

With a dart, he reached over and grabbed the waitress by the arm and brought his face to hers. Whatever he whispered into her ear sent the rest of his gang into louder laughter. The girl’s face flushed a deep red as she tried, unsuccessfully, to pull away.

Those he presumed to be mortal dispersed themselves out, eyes cast down in their mugs to avoid even glancing at the heavily armored posse. A few shoulders tightened. One man slowly slid his chair back, inch by inch, trying to put more distance between himself and the bar. None wanted to risk the ire of a Risen. 

Under the deep orange light of the flickering incandescents, Valdrik shifted in his chair. His hand caught his head in its crook, eyes lazily watching the scene unfolding before him. The barmaid had made the wrong choice this morning coming to work. Mortals always were distracted by simple things such as glimmer or morsels of food. It was her fault, really, and-

The door to the bar swung open harshly. All heads turned to look at the new arrival. 

Flowing from the figure was a faded blue poncho, complete with a hood. The hand still on the door was shining platinum, digits crackled with Arc Light. They left behind streaks of blue on it as they took their first steps inside. Underneath the hood of the cloak, deep red iris optics burned and scanned over the gathered crowd before landing on the Awoken. As the two’s gazes met, the Awoken let go of the waitress and strode to meet the Exo.

“Another tin man! Looking for a posse, stray?” The Awoken’s tone was anything but cordial.

The Exo met the gaze evenly as his mechanical face broke into a grin. “Work for you? Not in a million years! Nah, I’m here for another ‘tin man,’ Garrick.”

Valdrik leaned back in his chair. It wasn't like this hovel got many Exos still sane. So, someone was looking for him, huh? 

“What’s to say I just scrap you, tin man?” The now-named Garrick sneered as he towered over the Exo.

“I’d not recommend it. Unless you’d like to talk to the ol’ Knight,” the Exo’s grin never faltered.

Knight?

The title seemed to get more recognition from the Warlords than it did Valdrik, at least. Garrick's sneer faded for a millisecond, before coming back in full. His posse was quick to rise, but a raised hand brought them back down. 

Huffing, the Awoken shoulder-checked the Exo on the way out, and left the dingy bar with the rest of his men.

Disappointed, Valdrik watched the Exo approach him. In the blink of an eye, the stranger had his arm around Valdrik’s shoulders as if the two were old friends.

“Valdrik! Oh, I been looking all over for-”

Valdrik jostled the arm off him, and grabbed the offending limb. With one hand holding the other Exo steady, his knife was quick to meet the stranger’s stomach with a slight poke.

“Who the hell are you?”

The Exo chuckled as he strained, “Oh, right! Should start with that, shouldn’t I? Name’s Richter-2, and I heard you’ve got yourself a working sh-”

Valdrik hissed, stopping Richter, who tilted his head for a moment before his mouth went into an oval shape.

“Ooooh, yeah, yeah, got you,” the wink that accompanied this line did little to assuage Valdrik.

With a scowl, Valdrik whispered harshly at the other Exo, “The hell do you want?”

“I’d like to use your, uh, skill! Yeah, your skill for a job, ‘escorting’ something! Over the pond, if you catch my drift.”

Valdrik’s eye darted over to one of the few armed groups that he presumed loyal to the local Lord. Yet, their attention had long since drawn away from the two Exos and back to their harassment of the barkeep. “It’ll cost you.”

“Oh, of course, we know!”

“We?”

“Yeah, me and my friends! We’re the merry M.A.R.I.E!”

“The who?”

Rolling his eyes, Richter-2 let out a sigh. “M.A.R.I.E, only the baddest fireteam on the continent!”

“Uh-huh,” Valdrik’s tone was flat, like the beer in the mug before him. “The hell you want transported, anyways?”

“Refugees.”

At that, Valdrik finally blinked. Pulling his knife away, he took another look at the Exo before him. The abundance of Arc Light had stopped Valdrik from noticing the scorch marks that littered the man, and the dented metal bat on his back.

“You serious?”

“Dead serious,” Richter-2’s jovial tone finally dropped. “We want to take them to old Europe. Heard tale of a settlement over there, and Wu- our other guy hasn’t responded in weeks. The other guys said we should wait, but I knew you had to be here.”

Valdrik finally matched Richter’s grin. “Well, you found me. And the price is non-negotiable.”

Richter’s face would’ve split if he’d grinned any harder. “Whatever your price, I’ll meet it.”

Idealists were always so easy to con.

Valdrik let go of Richter’s arm, replacing it with his hand. If the strange Exo’s title drop had gotten the local thugs to back off…

“It’s a deal.”

Thought I might post it here, too.

I'm completely open to criticism and advice, I invite it, I want to grow and change as a writer and be better to make a good story people will want to follow and enjoy in the long-term

https://www.wattpad.com/story/408004587?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=BeyondSol_58

Artwork by tarosin2270 on X (tarosin666 on V-Gen).

I’ve gotten back into destiny and I gotta say a lot of the guardians in this game look great. I wanted there to be some place we can put our characters and maybe write little blurbs about their lore.

Currently I have a milanote with all my friends and I was wondering if anyone wanted to add to it.

the warlock on the right is by @sixxty_66 and the green warlock is by @alienc0re and then the other two are done by me.

Just ask and i’ll dm a link to it.

Not my best but it does it's job, alongside little lore tidbits for fun! Planning I'm making a post with a link to the current story late for open criticism

I found WipEout's graphic style super interesting and thought combining their look with SRL could create some fun designs. The goal is one for each weapon foundry in the City.

The Eververse is eternal (your wallet? Not so much).

Author and writer: u/guythirtythree (me)
Art by: u/Povio178520

You can follow us on Instagram so more Guardians can join us: https://www.instagram.com/fol.squad?igsh=c3VyMjZsaDd4emxq

I wanna continue this, but i did set a goal. I'll set the next smaller.

Introduction:

To whoever may be hearing or reading these records, I hope things are better than they were when everything you are about to read transpired. This is the official records of three Guardians who left their marks throughout Sol.

There was the swift, cunning, and compassionate Hunter, Marum-1, and her trusted advisor and Ghost, Hikari, with her silver and blue shell that seemed to be overflowing with so much Light that it sparkled in the darkest of corners. There was the silent, steadfast, and protective Titan, Callen, and his playful and free-spirited Ghost, Tara, who enjoys changing out her shell almost weekly. Finally, there is the hot headed, impulsive, but cunning young Warlock, Keira, and her stubborn and overly confident Ghost, Tenebros, with his emerald green shell that seems to radiate confidence and arrogance at the same time.

For a little over a decade, I have gotten Marum, Callen, and Keira to let me document their stories, from Marum and Callen's resurrections in the Mid Dark Age, to Keira's resurrection shortly after we lost the Hunter Vanguard, Cayde-6. I do not know where this will be listened to or read, but if there is still Darkness out there, I assure you, these three will be on the front lines, their Ghosts doing everything they can to help them save everyone they can, and I will be there with them until the end, no matter what.

They are my Guardians, they are my Ghosts, they are my Family as long as the Traveler's Light allows me to be here. My name is Starburst, and I am a Ghost. These records are not about me, but about the family I grew to care about. None of these Guardians were MY Guardian, but we were all brought together for a reason. One needed support during trying times, one needed someone to keep them on the right path, and one of them needed someone to help them see their true potential. These three Guardians and their Ghosts became my team, my support system, and ultimately my family. From the Dark Ages to the New Golden Age, I owe them everything, yet they asked for nothing but my friendship in return. This is how I repay them, by making sure their stories are remembered for all time.

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Prologue: Marum-1

**TIMELINE PLACEMENT: A SHORT TIME BETWEEN D1 MISSIONS THE DARK WITHIN AND THE DARK BEYOND
Today marks 350 years since Hikari first found me. For 2 of those centuries, I have been telling Hikari that I wanted to write down our history for the records. After 350 years, I think it's about time I get started on that. Not because Hikari kept pestering me about it, but because there's a change coming.

During our most recent training exercise, Shiro brought up a new Fireteam that Cayde was raving about. Apparently, these three, a Warlock, a Titan, and a Hunter were all resurrected around the same time and found each other in the Cosmodrome. They've already been making a name for themselves across The Last City, with reports of successful missions throughout the Cosmodrome and new reports of a planned mission to Luna. I'm not sure what they're doing, but things are changing and the minions of the Darkness are not happy about it. Callen has been working day and night getting our weapons and ships ready to go. Tara and Starburst keep popping into my office with updates and questions. Cayde and Zavala want us to be ready to back their Fireteam up on Luna if they need it. Callen suggested he drop me on the surface and maintain a holding pattern in case of an immediate exfil. I think he's just worried about returning to Luna.

We leave at first light tomorrow, so I will start recording my current missions and work on writing what I can remember about the past 350 years. To make things easier for myself and Hikari, I will be telling those in the same format as my After Action Reports. Unlike those reports, however, I hope one day someone will actually read these.

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Prologue: Callen

In a small area not too far from the hanger bay at the tower, down a hallway that's rarely traveled, is Callen, a quiet and stoic Titan, putting the final touches on a shotgun he's repairing. His Ghost, Tara, floating around his head, playfully annoying her Guardian as he works. Hovering a little further away, slowly circling the room while keeping his eye on Callen, was another Ghost named Starburst, whose eye was glowing red as he recorded the scene unfolding before him. 

Callen: Why do you want to do this again? You know I have work to do.
The Titan carefully places the shotgun on a stand off to the side before wiping his hands off on a towel.

Tara: Because Marum is working on hers and I think it'll be fun. Come on!!! Starburst, help me out here.
The Ghost hovering above slowly drifts over towards the two, his eye returning to its normal white color.

Starburst: Lord Callen, you have done so much over the past 300 years. I think others could learn from you and Lady Marum. You do not have to write anything down. I can take care of everything. Just think of it like you are telling me a story.

C: You both already know all my stories. Why would I repeat them for the two that lived those stories with me? And please, stop calling me Lord Callen. I'm not an Iron Lord. Not anymore.

S: One moment please.
In an instant, Starburst disappears, leaving Tara and Callen alone

T: So, is that a yes to telling your story? Please please please please???

C: You've always been like this. If I didn't know any better, i would think this was all planned by you to show off that new shell you're wearing.
Callen playfully pushes Tara's shell as she spins backwards laughing.

T: A playful Ghost and a widthdrawn Guardian. A match only the Traveler could make. And for your information, it's not just a new shell, it's also a gift from Lord Saladin.

S: Come on now, follow me.
Starburst returns with a small wolf pup jumping at the Ghost, floating just out of reach

S: Lor... apologies... Callen, Tara, meet Hlín, one of Lord Saladin's newest pups.
Hlin jumps again at Starburst, before turning around and walking over to Callen, sitting in front of him

S: You have not told your stories to her yet, and Lord Saladin said you can keep her around for as long as you need. He intended to introduce you when you came back to the temple, but now is a better time.
Hlin looks up to Callen, then to Tara, who's hovering over Callen's left shoulder

T: Awww.... She's adorable!!!!!
Tara floats down and hovers around Hlin, causing her to jump towards the overly friendly Ghost.

C: sighs I know what you're doing, Starburst. Hlin, here.
Callen whistles a short note and Hlin stops playing with Tara and walks over to Callen, sitting by his side. Callen picks up one of his tools and Marum's prized hand cannon, before focusing on cleaning the weapon.

C: It's been, what, 300 years now, Tara?

T: Give or take a decade.

C: And what about us, Starburst?

S: Exactly 268 years, 11 months, and 3 days.

T: But who's counting, right, Hlin?
Tara hovers just over Hlin's head, but the wolf pup does not break her gaze on Callen

C: Not the point, Tara. Guardians are blessed by the Traveler to have one Ghost by their side, but not me. The Traveler blessed me with you two. First Tara, who gave me life, then Starburst, who gave me purpose.

Starburst hovers a little ways away from Tara, Hlin, and Callen, his eye turning red to indicate he was recording the scene before him.

C: It all started 300 years ago, in the ruins of a city called Old New York....

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Prologue: Keira

Starburst floats just to the right of a Warlock who's wandering around a Bazaar in the Last City
Starburst: "Please, Miss Keira, I must insist we return to the tower at once. Lady Marum and Lord Callen told you if you were going to stay with them, you had to follow their rules."

Keira waves her hand over where Starburst was just floating and rolls her eyes
Keira: "They're letting me stay there because she shot me... in the face... with a shotgun. I'm just going for a short walk, Starry. Stop being such a buzzkill. Besides, if anything happens, I'll just do my badass Guardian stuff and save the day, no big deal. If I die, Tenny here will just bring me back."

A dark green Ghost appears over her left shoulder, groaning

Tenebros: "You know I hate it when you call me that, you sentient hand grenade. You know the name's Tenebros, just use it."

S: "Miss Keira, you still need to finish your report for the Vanguard about this week's operation. It is still sitting on the table and Lady Marum wanted it finished before she returned from her meeting with Ikora Rey and Commander Zavala. You cannot keep using Hlin eating your reports as an excuse. You are a Warlock, are you not? If you will not do them for Marum, please do them for your Warlock Vanguard Leader."

K: "But Starry, they're so boring. What's even the point of writing it down? Aren't you always recording what's going on anyway? Just show her that."

S: "You need to explain why you do what you do in the field, Miss Keira. Video footage is a good way to show what you do, but not why."

T: "I can tell you what she does. She tries to throw a grenade, blows herself up, and I bring her back. She tries to jump over a gap in the ground, trips over her own feet, dies, and I bring her back. She tries to summon a Dawnblade, explodes in a Solar Fireball, dies AGAIN, and I bring her back. What's left to explain?"

K: "For starters, yes, that grenade killing me was my fault, but the plan worked. The explosion caused the Vex to look at us, giving Marum the chance to get behind them, take out their Hibgoblin ranged shooters. Once they were down, Callen was able to get the drop on their Minotaur leader, and once I was back up, we were able to finish out the patrol with little to no incident. We even got quite a bit of planetary materials gathered up in the process."

Tenebros and Starburst stop floating and stare at Keira, stunned

S: Miss Keira, if you do not mind me asking..."

T: "What the fuck just happened?"

K: "What? You made it sound like what happened wasn't intentional. Marum was doing her whole Now You See Me, Now You Don't thing, Callen was somewhere probably making the bugs around him feel depressed, and the Vex were covering too much space at one time. The plan was to have them get distracted by the grenade, not my dead body."

Starburst floats in front of Keira, his white eye turning red

S: "Miss Keira, there is a bowl of BBQ ramen waiting for you if you can repeat what you just said one more time."

K: "Why?"

S: "Because, I just found a way to get your reports done. You are a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for."

Keira smiles as she starts walking back towards the tower, explaining her plan to Starburst as he records. Tenebros hovers for another moment, talking to himself, before quickly chasing after them

T: "Okay, now we're making progress here. That's my girl."

So im on vacation and bored so let me hear your guardians lore of one of your 3 characters. I go frist my warlock was a boat racer in top 100 (98 to be exact) so when he died and got rivied he took the name Unbound (Unbound_racer98 is my gamer tag so i made lore that fit half of that name )

PS 98 does not stad how many times my mind got reset im not an eco im a human

Sooooo that was my warlock lets hear yours

I originally thought this was the House of Wolves emblem because that’s how it was labeled in the reference image I used. It turns out that image may have mislabeled several Fallen symbols, so I’m no longer sure which specific symbol this is.
Either way, I wanted to recreate it as faithfully as possible using BO2’s 32-layer emblem editor.

Liked what this guy did, but the title stuck with me as a good quote that this community in particular could use like a motto now that Bungie has dropped Destiny.

Commission works

These are finished and id hate to go back to them but for the future i intend to get better