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A Cayde-6 model image of Cayde leaning up against a couple rocks out in the Wilds.  Poor guy looks lonely.  Think I’ll go sit with him. ❤️

Pic found here: https://twitter.com/TheTurVaria/status/1284625761849278464/photo/1

Watercolor Cayde-6 

“So, how do we…?”


“I think it’s like…”


[ID FOR PIC ONE: A blue robot/Exo (Cayde 6) and a woman with black hair and green earrings (Jessie) sit side by side. Cayde’s hand is on the back of Jessie’s neck. Their expressions are longing/intent. ID FOR PIC TWO: Cayde and Jessie, still sitting side by side, are kissing. Their expressions are blissful.]

If I Had A Heart [Destiny] {Cayde-6/Reader}

Series: ??? Chapter Title: If I Had A Heart Word Count: 2,270 words

|Masterlist Link|

AN: Okay. It’s official… I was in denial, but now I’m a sad bean. I’m a sad sad bean, who only played Destiy for Cayde-6… And now he’s getting killed off… And imm punch Uldren in the fucking dick.

Continua a leggere

Forbidden Masterlist

Isabelle Brigham is an intelligent warlock with a love for reading any book she gets her hands on. But what no one knows, but her best friends, is that she has feelings for a certain Prince of the Reef. Uldren Sov.

Uldren Sov is beloved by his people and seeking approval from his sister Queen Mara. He often breaks the rules to get it. What happens when he realizes he's breaking his own rule of trusting lightbearers after doing something about his love for a certain Awoken Warlock with an obsession for books.

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

His Queen of Hearts Master List

Chloe Brask was a Hunter, daughter to late Hunter Vanguard Andal Brask.

Cayde-6 was the Hunter Vanguard, and he was Andal's successor.

They were close friends and become even closer when Andal was killed.

Cayde wanted to be more than friends with Chloe, of course she feels the same,, but Chloe set aside her feelings and focused more on her work as a Guardian. But Cayde knew how to keep his distance.

When the Red Legion attacks the Last City, Cayde and Chloe team up to bring down Ghaul, the Commander of the Red Legion and save the Last City. Would they mange to actually hit up on something they both stayed away from, something like, love?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3,

Crow x Reader SFW Relationship Alphabet

So, I tried my best with this one, I hope you enjoy it. sorry if its a little OOC. i love crow but he's a character I've not had much exposure to. its also not been massively proof read but either way I hope you all enjoy! (I've yet to add the links to the lore books but when its not 11pm I will!)

xoxo

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first crow is a bit hesitant with affection. What if he did it wrong? What if he was too much? What if you realised you didn’t like him? This led to a rather frustrating lack of communication with crow hesitant to initiate affection and you pulling back slightly thinking his lack of affection was in response to being overwhelmed by your own actions. After it reaches its peak you both sit down and clear the air. Crow gets things off his chest and realises you more than welcome any affection he wants to give.

At first its secretive, shy. More cuddles and kisses when you’re both relaxing in your apartment. He’ll makes you tea or coffee on cold mornings before heading out, draw you baths when you get back covered in dirt, sweat and something he frankly daren’t ask about. His affection is soft and warm.

Eventually he’ll feel comfortable enough to show a little more affection outside your little slice of privacy. His Pinky will find yours, linking them as you listen to one of Osiris’s lectures, he’ll place a hand on the small of your back, thumb making soft soothing circles.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

His mind is in two sorts. One side shies away, best case scenario guardians would be polite, but he could see the slight contempt for him in their eyes, especially the hunters. The other side, the side desperate for connection with someone, anyone, wants to reach out to you. Its this side that wins when you and crow are paired up on a routine patrol in the dreaming city to some more dangerous areas infested with taken. When he isn’t treated to the usual harshness, the malicious and reluctant compliance with being paired with him, he relaxes a little. Glints incessant chatter in his ear about how nice you were and how he should ask to do something with you in the tower, or talk to you more, or even just smile at you a little more.

To his surprise after the patrol, you offer to take him out to the ramen joint and, after getting over his surprise, he agrees and it blossoms from there.

You’re both very close, attached at the hip and rarely going on missions and patrols without one another. He’s a very protective and considerate friend. Zavala, Osiris, and a few others had shown him forgiveness and understanding but none like you. You truly cared. He’s the first to speak up if he feels the vanguard are putting too much on you and taking advantage of your willingness to help.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This touch starved man is desperate for anything he can get.

Crows first touch from a guardian was a female titan who had spotted him as he took his first steps into the world of guardians. She proceeded to snap his collar bone and crush his pelvis with a flaming hammer and left him to die there from internal haemorrhaging. After that he decided to cover his face and very rarely sought out the touch of other guardians.

Then came you.

he trusted you enough to sleep near you, let you touch him, knowing you wouldn’t hurt him. You would sit by the campfire, leant against one another, and slowly sink into a peaceful albite short slumber.

After you and crow get closer as friends and something more, you would both find solace in each other’s arms, whether it was after a particularly harrowing mission, loss of a friend or simply a bad day full of minor inconveniences.

After you start dating, he’s so cuddly. In your apartment, he’s all over you. Cooking? he’s there behind you, arms round your waist. Laundry? Same deal. In bed? You don’t need that weighted blanket anymore, you have an awoken male shaped pillow on top of you. He’s very fond of how your fingers gently trace the swirls of light on his face as he relaxes into you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Crow knows the possibility of being able to settle down is slim to none. Theres always a new threat, a new enemy but he can dream.

This man can’t cook to save his life. He can make edible meals but cook something and make it taste good on purpose, not so much. He puts effort into other things though, always helping out with the chores when you’ve both got the time to do them. Being house proud tends to come second to being a guardian out in the field.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I honestly can’t see crow leaving you unless you did something heinous that he just can’t forgive. If he did it would be face to face after convincing from Osiris and saint or glint. When he does see you, you have to coax what he’s trying to say out of him because he’s just that nervous. And if you cry? That’ll just break him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Crow is very quick to commit. As soon as he knows that you both have the same feelings for one another and that he can trust you, he will never stray from your side. Unlike Cayde who would promise to marry you when everything dies down, crow is the opposite. Nothing big or lavish and he’ll try his best to get a nice ring, but he would want everyone to know and to have that promise and commitment. A small ceremony consisting of very close friends, probably officiated by Mara, Zavala or Osiris takes place in the courtyard at dusk as the sun is setting.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally, crow is very aware. After years of picking up the subtle glares, veiled threats and reading between the lines crow is very in tuned to other people’s emotions, especially yours. He knows when your calm face remains so but your fists client and jaw sets that your moments away from punching the next annoyance that passes you, he notices the tiredness in your eyes no matter how hard you try to hide it and he always notices the glassiness in your gaze as you fight back tears. And he always knows how to help. A calming hand, a warm embrace, a hot drink, and a blanket. He’ll never dismiss your feelings.

Physically, crow is equally as gentle. Uldrens hands were tools of death, Deaths of many and he wants to be anything but that. When touching you he’s always gentle, he treats you with reverences, like you’re the most precious thing he’s held and to him its true.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

This is pretty much covered in the cuddles section. At first, he was a little adverse to touch but after you hug him out of sheer relief he was addicted and realised what he had been missing out.

Crows’ coms had gone down mid mission while the pair of you had been separated during a high-risk mission. No matter what you had tried you couldn’t establish a connection. You reach the exfil point and…. nothing. he wasn’t there. You waited and just as you were about to go and look for him, he emerges looking worse for wear, armour muddied, cloak torn a little at the edges and panting. You didn’t give it a second thought you surge forward, wrapping your arms around him, telling him how worried you were. He freezes but with a little encouragement from glint he relaxes and returns the hug.

Crows’ hugs are gentle but firm, holding you close as he buries his face into your hair or the side of your neck. Nine times out of ten you will have to be the one to end the hug or you’ll be there a long time.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Crow would be the first to say it. Hed take you somewhere scenic, you’d have been dancing round one another’s feeling for a while. He’s a fumbling mess, what you didn’t see was the 15-minute prep talk he got from glint. When he does say it, it’s quiet, he’s holding your hands as he finally says the words. His eyes watching you closely waiting for the rejection or the horror that…never comes. When you return the little 3 words, he’s letting out a breath he’s been holding far too long.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets jealous, not a lot but he does. He likes having your attention. You’re attentive, caring, and sweet, of course he wants to be the one you focus on. He totally doesn’t move your favourite plushie across the room because you cuddled it instead of him that night…. doesn’t matter that he got home after you’d fallen asleep, it should have been him. He never voices these things because he knows its unreasonable and this manifests as frustration and frequent berating of himself. When you notice his change in behaviour and ask him, he comes clean about his feelings, he explains how he feels bad about it and is surprised when you comfort him and explain that a little jealousy is normal and okay, as long as he doesn’t let it get out of hand.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Crow’s kisses are soft and unhurried. He likes to make the most of every single one. He’s a tad inexperienced, before he got Uldrens memories, he had never kissed another, steering away from taking off his mask. And Uldren wasn’t exactly a magnet for physical affection, so crow hasn’t had much practice. Much to his delight, you’re quick to rectify this.

Crow will kiss you everywhere but he’s particularly fond of your wrists, forehead, and nape of your neck when spooning.

Crow adores any kisses you give him, be it lips, cheeks or anywhere else. He won’t admit that he’s very fond of when you kiss a particular spot just under his jaw line that makes him melt.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Crow has a surprising amount of experience with children. Uldren would tell stories to eliksni children, even putting voices on, earning him delighted laughter. Crow misses this, he often tells glit about the times he would tell exciting tales to the children and when Eido suggests him coming to tell the children stories again one day., well…how could he turn down an offer like that, and of course you got an invite.

When he’s with the children, sat cross legged on the floor as the many eyes watch him with an alarming amount of attention, its like a new side of him peaks out, a soft and confident demeanour as he does all the sound effects and voices for the young ones who cant supress their giggles. Occasionally your eyes will meet as he tells the tales, and you don’t mis the faint blush that dusts his cheeks.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are slow and warm and cosy. Wrapped in the blankets and one another’s embrace. Words are hushed and murmured, quiet giggles and soft smiles as you each fight one another to prevent each other from leaving the warmth of the covers. When you eventually climb out of the bed, crow is making coffee while you cook breakfast before you leave onto perform whatever task the day holds. On occasion alarms will get slumber leading to panicked rushing and mad dashing around the room to get dressed. Once crow face planted the floor trying to put on socks and you laughed so hard you forgot you were late and got a very stern talking to from Zavala and had to put up with crows pouting all day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are spent wrapped up on the sofa. If you’ve been busy on patrols and missions, then its take out and drinks at home. Glint loves these nights, bouncing between the pair of you and your own ghost as you sit and chat. On nights when the pair of you have a little more energy, walks in the tower and trips to the few restaurants in the last city, trying new food and experiences. Crow loves the long nights sat up talking, its quiet and no one has any expectations of either of you, allowing the pair of you to just be.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Crow knows you likely know his past. Its no secret, most everyone in the tower knew, no doubt at the beginning of your friendship people warned you about him, sent you the same glares, the same spiteful words. Despite this you stick by him, and he finds himself slowly opening up to you. Small stories from Uldrens childhood, moments in the dreaming city, his experiences after being ressed and fears for the future are shared over drinks in the night.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

While crow is a fairly patient guardian, he can be a little brash. Naïve and eager to fight the fight against darkness sometimes he needs to be heled back and reminded of the risks before charging in headfirst. This is even more so if its you the vanguard are discussing throwing into the fight. If you’re sent on a solo mission, he’s pacing the tower until you’re back, until he knows you’re safe. Like Cayde, he has your armour, weapons and ship committed to memory in case the worst happens and he has to go out and find you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You are everything to this guardian and he’s going to try and commit everything to memory. Your favourite food, drinks, how you like your tea and coffee, your routines, birthday, anniversary. Everything he can remember he does, anything he’s worried about forgetting, well, glint is more than happy to help.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you and crow began to grow closer together as friends, he starts to notice…peculiar things. His heart racing when you’re near, sweaty palms, nervousness. After multiples talks with Osiris, saint and glint he decides maybe he should talk to you. He invites you on a trip to the dreaming city on the promise of showing you his favourite part of the dreaming city’s gardens. That area is, thankfully, devoid of taken or scorn. You both sit in the soft grass surrounded by plants of all colours and the amethyst hue of the surrounding rock formations. He shares some of his most treasured memories until a nudge from glint who gave him an eager whisper about how he’s stalling. Eventually through awkward fumbled words and a new hue of blue/purple on his cheeks which you eventually figure out is him blushing, he confesses his feeling to you. And much to his delight, you reciprocate them.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. Crow has lost far too much, risked far too much to lose you. Crow would go on every mission he could with you and if he couldn’t, you can bet he’ll be on coms with you the whole time. Crow would have your 6 no matter what, god help anything that tries to take you from him.

Crow won’t admit it but he loves when you defend him against the lessening but still there harsh words of guardians who refuse to trust he is no longer Uldren. Seeing you reprimand them, scolding them with words about how caring and sweet and strong he was and how they were wrong for judging him based on a life he now had no control over. He thinks he’s slick and that you don’t know he likes it, not realising the dumb grin on his face afterwards gives everything away.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries, bless him. But he’s not the most experienced with courting. Dates are private affairs rather than big grand gestures. Maybe he got glint to find a recipe to cook your favourite meal ready for you when you get home, picnics somewhere not infested with fallen, cabal or hive and grabbing a meal at a small restaurant. Glint is always eager to help and offering well-meaning but questionable suggestions.

Everyday tasks, he’s making you tea, running your baths, this man will do anything for you if it makes you smile no matter how boring or laborious.

Gifts include anything from a little something you spotted in the bazar but decided not to buy because your saving glimmer to a new titan mark/warlock bond/ hunter cloak specialised just for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Crow is incredibly self-sacrificing and at times self-deprecating. Deep down he still holds himself accountable for Uldrens actions. To repent for his actions, he throws himself into risky missions sometime with little regard for his wellbeing.  When he’s feeling the effects of nightmares, intrusive thoughts, and the horrors of Uldrens past he pulls away from everyone, choosing solitude rather than expressing to the people close and that care for him that he needs help and he’s struggling.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

After being freed from spider’s grasp Osiris gifted him a cloak made by Eva Lavante which quickly becomes one of his treasured possessions which he, almost excessively, makes sure is clean and pristine. He detests being dirty after missions and patrols so regularly showers and when he comes out of the shower smelling of your body wash and shampoo you can’t help but chuckle, his embarrassed mumbles of “it just smells nice” reaching your ears. You make sure to buy plenty of that brand from then on.

He takes care of his own hair, shaving it shorter on the side himself, very carefully with a mirror. He’s very surprised one evening when you approach him and offer to cut it for him. He eyes you suspiciously and on the promise that you won’t cut it too short or make him bald, he hands you the clippers. Soon it’s a regular thing that he lets you help take care of his hair.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You are crows’ sanctuary. A place away from the nightmares, haunting memories, and fear. Somewhere warm, safe, and calming. You keep him grounded, from running headfirst into trouble. He hasn’t felt whole in a long time, especially after getting back his memories as Uldren but with your help, he slowly feels like he’s reclaiming his image, his life, and his future.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Glint ADORES you. I mean adores you. The second glint saw you treating crow as crow and not Uldren, he thought you were brilliant. crow wasn’t amazing at selfcare so seeing you look after his guardian kept glint buzzing. Glint regularly finds place on your shoulder or lap when you’re relaxing with crow and crow thanks you when on rare occasion glints chatting gets a bit much and you take the chatter box into the next room, talk of ‘the headless ones’’ drifting through the wall, reaching crows ears, and making him chuckle.

One mission crow returns tired and worn out. While he’s asleep you notice that there’s a clear rip in his beloved cloak that’s left resting on the chair. When he wakes up to see you, needle in hand, occasionally cursing as the needle pricks your finger. He’s surprised to see you diligently sewing his cloak as glint whispers hushed encouragements. That’s when crow knew. That’s when he knew he picked the right person.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

People who refuse to see him as crow and only see Uldren. He understands to a degree how hard it can be but when people throw Caydes death in his face over and over and over, it grates.

Crow wouldn’t like a partner who didn’t like glint, glints always been encouraging and sweet as well as protective of crow and it works the other way to. If you don’t get on with glint or glint doesn’t like you, it’s going to be a hard time getting any closer than friends.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

This guy barely slept. He would take 2-to-3-hour long power naps at best when you first get to know him. Sat in the hanger, hidden amongst the crates cloak acting as a blanket. Leant against you as you read on the sofa, one of your hands in his hair putting him to sleep in seconds.

When you two begin sleeping in the same bed together, he’s worried about keeping you up, with nightmares, restless sleep and late nights but when you both lay in bed, his head on your chest and hand in his hair he melts. And for the first time since being resurrected he has a full night’s sleep, no nightmares, no waking up only hours later, no thrashing in his sleep, just blissful rest.

a small Guardian x Crow ficlet, inspired by me having consecutive nightmares for way too long now 😩

Crow was... running. The reality was loose under his feet and kept changing directions. But he knew he had to keep going, forward and forward.

Until he ran into the Guardian, whose face, contorted with anger, scared him. And he didn't know how to keep that fear down, so he screamed and screamed and screamed and waited until his screaming made his voice nothing but a hoarse echo.

And then he woke up.

His fingers grip onto the blankets, feeling the warmth of the fabric, the tight folds. His heart is pounding in his chest, trying to run away. Trying to make him run away.

The Guardian sits up beside him, and Crow flinches. His throat still hurts from screaming, even if he didn't utter a sound.

They ask him if he is alright.

"I... You are not mad at me, are you?"

They smile at him and shake their head. A resolution so clear, it wipes away some of the fear.

"Another nightmare," Crow mutters, rubbing his sleepy eyes, trying to make the burning tears in the corners of his eyes go away, unbidden. He is so tired.

As the Guardian guides him into their arms, Crow counts the lights outside the window. He feels for the fabric, and then for the Guardian's body. He feels the smell of them both, of their home. His mouth tastes with anxious acid.

But his heart slows down and reality sets in with a kinder sensation around him.

He doesn't need to run. He doesn't need to scream.

The Guardian kisses his forehead as Crow nestles within their embrace. He is not sure he wants to sleep just yet, so he wraps himself in the comfort of being held and reassured.

Maybe tomorrow those dreams will not find him again.

Thin Line (part 1)

Smol Destiny squad part 1.

"Take it easy out there, will ya? You’re making me look bad." >"What, may we ask, were you going to do with a Vex teleporter?" "Get up close and personal with Ghaul, Put a bullet in his head. The maybe eat a sandwich. Gotta work on a few kinks first. Fun fact about Vex tech; not as intuitive as you would think." >"Cayde, you can’t do this alone." "The hell I can’t." - Cayde-6 to Ghost

“We lose so much in this life. Any life. All lives, really…

But this life… This Last-Safe-City, end-of-all-things kinda life…?

Even when we win, it seems like all we do is lose.”

- Cayde-6

guess who’s been thinking about the Nightstalker Quest from Taken King againnnn

Cayde-6 + twirling porn

“Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me, Heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose~”

- The Most Important Mission -

“Y’know, I’ve…actually never been down to the City.”

Cayde snaps his head to stare at Echo with wide eyes, looking at her as if she had just admitted to having snuck a rogue Hobgoblin into the Tower.

“No way!” He exclaims incredulously.

“I just never found the time I guess,” Echo replies with a nonchalant shrug, eliciting a disbelieving scoff from the exo beside her.

“Well, now I am obligated by the Hunter Code to treat you to a visit to the city.”

She scoffs and cocks her head to one side, “…since when did we have a Hunter Code?”

“Since I just made one up not four seconds ago, and it requires the Hunter Vanguard to be accompanied by one lucky Guardian to his favorite ramen restaurant,” he remarks definitively, poking the Nightstalker in the center of her chest as he winks at her, the exo shaking her head at him.

“Oh?” She flashes him a small, intrigued smile as she waves his hand away.

“Yeah, trust me, absolutely no offense to our buddy up here—they’re super great, one of my favorite shops—but the ramen from Saka’s Soup, the shop down in the City, is GODLY,” Cayde’s mouth lights up in a chuckle as he lays back on the dock of the Annex they were currently sitting on, gesticulating with his hands as he continues talking, “Especially the spicy ramen in the soy sauce broth with the ground up pork and garlic chives mmhmhmhmmm-” he lets out a somewhat dreamy, robotic whine, running his hands down his metallic face.

“DAMN, I’m gettin’ hungry just thinkin’ about it, and I don’t even have a stomach to be hungry with!”

The verdant-eyed Exo chuckles beside him, tilting her head to the side. “Mmmm, and who’s the lucky Guardian this Hunter Vanguard is going to request to accompany him then, hmm?” She questions with a small, knowing smile, glancing at him with mischievous eyes.

Cayde flashes her a wide grin, eyes bright. “Take a guess.”

“Ikora.”

“Mmmm, no.”

“Zavala?”

“HAH, absolutely not. Zavala practically only exists in the Tower, I don’t think he could leave if he tried.”

That joke gets a small laugh out of his fellow Hunter, Cayde’s chest welling up with pride at the fact he elicited such a noise from her.

“Hmm….Amanda?” She continues to guess after her giggling dies down.

“Close, but no.”

She shrugs at him. “Well…I’m stumped.”

The Hunter Vanguard sits up, giving her a sly look.

“I’ll give you some hints: she’s an Exo Hunter, just like yours truly-“ he announces proudly as he puts a hand to his puffed up chest. “-she’s rather quiet and reserved, always lurkin’ in the back corner of the room. That is, until you break through her icy shell, and then she suddenly becomes the second funniest person you’ve ever met, the first of course being me-”

Echo scoffs and rolls her eyes, shaking her head in mock disappointment. Cayde could tell she was still smiling, however.

“And…” his voice and gaze suddenly soften as he looks over at her, the arrogant expression he had been wearing melting into a gentle and sincere appreciation.

“She doesn’t show it, but she has a nasty tendency to think little of herself—she puts so much pressure on herself, tryin’ to live up to the legacy her past self left behind, and then she beats herself up when she falls short.”

He pauses for a moment, blinking.

“…Lotta ‘selfs’ in that sentence, wow.” He chuckles to himself, before shaking his head and returning to his original train of thought. “Anyways- despite all that, I just want her to know…” he scoots a little closer to Echo, causing her to look up at him in surprise, their faces now mere inches apart from one another.

“…that I, for one, think she’s pretty spectacular—especially when considering all the shit she’s had to deal with recently? I’m amazed at how she’s still pushin’ forward,” he lets out a heartfelt laugh, “And not only that, but she is one talented as hell Nightstalker, to the point where—and don’t tell ANYONE else I said this or you’ll end up with a buncha jealous Hunters on your hands-“ he warns with a comical wagging of his finger, before his sincerity returned. “….out of all of my Hunters that I’ve ever had the wonderful pleasure of trainin’-”

“She’s gotta be my favorite.”

If Echo’s face plates could heat up, they would be doing so at the current moment as she locks eyes with the one and only Cayde-6, her Hunter Vanguard who had just admitted to her being his favorite.

She swears her servos just skipped a circuit as she stared into his glowing blue eyes, now gazing back at her with the kindest and most genuine expression she has ever seen him give anyone.

“….Oh, and also her name starts with an ‘E’ and ends with ‘cho-3.’”

“Well THAT’S not a hint, you just gave me the answer!” Echo blurts out in a flustered panic as she throws her hands up in exasperation, causing Cayde to erupt into a fit of hearty laughter. He nearly falls onto his back as he clutches his stomach, his contagious laugh echoing throughout the Annex whilst his fellow Hunter lets out an embarrassed huff and indignantly crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes at the chortling man.

This….stupid….arrogant….golden hearted man with the most amazing laugh….

“So, whaddya say, partner?” Cayde holds out a hand out to her as his laughter dies down, his grin as wide as ever.

“Are ya ready to join me on our mission to the City’s best ramen restaurant?”

After Red War 

Something interesting about this season, is that the Young Wolf still feels guilt over what happened to Cayde. The Nightmare of Uldren very directly speaks to the Young Wolf, and taunts them.

Uldren:

And because the YW doesn’t speak, Eris does.

Eris:

But his lies do. The Young Wolf still doesn’t know what happened between Cayde’s stunt, and when they found him broken and dying on the ground. We don’t know how much pain he was in in those final moments, or how painful it is to lose our Ghost. To build on that thought, this conversation between Crow and Eris.

Crow:

Eris:

So the Nightmare of Uldren telling the YW that Cayde screamed, reached out for his Ghost and begged? That’s not necessarily a memory, or even true. That’s what the Guardian imagined, what they feared Cayde went through in his final moments. The worst way to die to them. Screaming in pain, begging for your now-dead constant companion for help. 

It’s not what we, the player saw. We saw Cayde go to his final death with a sense of resolve. We saw him take each painful blow, we never saw him scream or beg. It’s all what the Young Wolf fears Cayde went through, because they weren’t fast enough. 

Fixer-Upper

—

Bonus:

“Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.”

-Henry Miller

Age of Triumph…

“Cayde!? CAYDE!”

“Woah, hey, kiddo. You alright there?”

“Cayde, you’ve got to listen! Someone’s going to kill you, and I-”

“Easy, Tal. From the top, take it slow.”

“I…” Talyn takes a deep breath. “I was, um…practicing.”

“We talkin’…” Cayde pantomimes shooting himself.

“Yes. You and I were fighting together, in the Prison of Elders. We almost had everything under control, but…”

“Buuut? C'mon, this sounds like a good story.”

“Cayde, I’m being serious! We got seperated, and I couldn’t make it before some…thing shot Sundance. You died in my arms, and I…”

She wraps Cayde in a possessive hug. He pats her on the back.

“Listen, it’s just a dream, alright? I’m fine. See? Got all my arms, got all my fingers.”

“Cayde, these are glimpses of the future. I can’t just write it off.”

“Look at it this way- I’m stuck in this Tower. Not a lot can shoot at me up here, y'know?”

“Yeah…heh, maybe I’m just being silly.”

“Maybe. But hey, who doesn’t get silly every once in a while?”

“Cayde?”

“Uh-huh?”

“…promise you’ll keep safe?”

“‘Course. I promise. Now you go get 'em, Tal.”

Ghost Shells, 2023

Bayber boy son man

Harmony

SPOILER WARNING

FOR THE FINAL SHAPE ENDING

This will be my Guardian x Cayde

i was sobbing while i was writing this, enjoy!

They did it, they won!

The witness no more! Star was releaved as she held her gun with one hand, and her left one held out as her Ghost floated up.

Her Ghost is cracked up, and the noises he made, made her worry as she watched him suddenly lost its shell and all of a sudden she stumbled back, gasping for air.

She.. lost her light- but then she noticed her ghost fell to the ground as she yelped- "No!" she fell to her knees and held her ghost-

Nonono.. they cant be gone no..

When all of a sudden an enemy growled out from afar and shot her-

Making her gasp and fall to her side in pain.

The Ex hunter Vanguard rushed in and shot the falled enemy in the face and worriedly look over to his favorite Hunter-

He rushed over to the girl and quickly knelt next to her, his concern for her well being evident on his metalic face. "Are you okay?" he asked urgently, his gaze taking in her state. He could tell she was gravely injured, her body already weakened by the shot.

She yelped in pain as she held onto her lightless, unresponsive ghost as she is bleeding out.

she cant be healed. not witouth her ghost.

His metalic heart ached at the sight of her suffering, the fear and helplessness in her voice tugging at his heartstrings. He knew there was no way to heal her, all of this felt like a sick joke, like they just swapped places in the Prison of Elders.

"Easy, easy," he said softly, his voice gruff but filled with a gentle concern as he rested a hand on her shoulder. "Just... try to stay with me, okay?"

he carefully helped taking her helmet off to help her breath, maybe a little bit more easier.

she sobbed as she held onto his arm, her blood staining his armor as she held her ghost out.

"My Ghost- he- please-" she coughed , the bullet hit her chest, the irony of the situation is unbearable..

Cayde's mechanical heart sank as he watched her struggling to hold onto both life and her fallen ghost, her body weakening with every passing moment. He held onto her, his grip tight and steady as he tried to provide what little comfort he could.

all of a sudden they.. are in a white void of the Traveler.. just like when he first saw sundance, listening to the light.

The strange transition to the white void of the Traveler startled him, his eyes darting around. The Traveler's glowing, endless light filled the space, and for a moment, Cayde felt... a presence.

Sundance.

What she said.. 'whats come from the lught, returns to the light' it makes more sense..

Cayde's eyes saddened as the words of Sundance echoed in his mind, the realization hitting him like a Arc punch in the gut. The Traveler's presence seemed to intensify, as if acknowledging his thoughts.

Maybe.. he can save Star.. oh but she'll hate the idea.. of course she will. She just got the hope that he's back.. but she'll be ok.

He looked down at Star, her grip on him still firm as she fought to stay alive. He knew what he needed to do.

He's made out of light.. his light can save her Ghost.

And her ghost can save her.

The sound of her coughing up blood made him hold her close as she sobbed 'i dont want to leave you.'

Her words cut through him like a knife, her desperation and fear palpable in her weak, trembling voice. He couldn't bear the thought of letting her end like this, not now, not ever.

"I know, I know," he whispered soothingly, his grip on her tightening as he tried to keep her grounded, to give her something to hold onto. "I won't let you die."

He made up his mind then and there. He would save her, no matter the cost.

With a boost of determination he wrapped an arm around her to keep her close to him, and his other hold onto her Ghost with her, their fingers almost lock together.

As he held her against him, her body trembling with every labored breath, he couldn't help but think of the words he'd wanted to say to her all this time.

A pang of regret stabbed at his heart as he knew time was running out. He needed to say it, needed to make sure she knew.

"Star," he began, his voice thick with emotion. "There's something I never told you... something I've always wanted to say..."

A pained gasps left her as she looks up at him with pained gaze of wonder, but also with tears in her eyes. "C-Cayde-"

He met her gaze, his expression filled with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. Her breathless gasp and tear-filled eyes tugged at his nonexistant heartstrings, but he knew he had to say what needed to be said.

"I... I care about you, Star," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than just a fellow Guardian. You... you've become so much more to me...but you already knew that didn't you?" his face plated shifted with a saddened smile.

Her eyes widened as she gripped on him, almost tearing into his armor. "N-no-" she coughed trying to breath-

"Wait n-no stop- i just got you back-" the sudden realization made her struggle and try to get out of his arms but it just ended up with her in too much pain as she couldnt move- "please d-dont-" not like begging him would make him stop.. knowing what he's planning to do and she dont want him to, but she dont have a choice when she's the one dying in his arms now.

He held her tightly, her attempts to struggle against him makes him feel guilty. but he have to remind himself that he would do this for her in a heartbeat.

He could see the guilt in her eyes, her desperation and panic clear on her face.

"Please, listen to me," he pleaded, his voice urgent and filled with anguish. "I won't let you die, not like this. This is my choice. My light."

His voice determined brave, as the grip on her hand with her Ghost in it tightened, aswell as his hand on her arm to hold her, his mwtal face rest on her forehead.

He knew what it would cost.

"Cayde-" she crocked gasping as she tried to grasps some air as it gets more and more hard to do so.

oh.. how caring she is.. its one of the reasons why she is his favorite..

He gently cupped her face in his robotic hand, letting go of her Ghost carefully, his thumb stroking her cheek gently as he tried to steady her breathing. The sight of her struggling to breathe, the pain etched on her face, tore at his very soul.

"My precious Diamond," he whispered, his voice softened with emotion. "If there's even a tiny chance to save you... you know damn well I will do it."

Leaning his head closer he rested against her forehead, careful with his horn. "Let me do this for you."

Devotion, bravery, sacrifice...

Its almost annoying to know the Guardian tenets all remind her of him.

Devoted, to stay by her side no matter the cost.

Brave, for he is willing to jump into dangerous situations. Literally.

Sacrafice.. thsts always his thing. Willing to take the bullet or blame for you no matter what. Either from an enemy or from an angry Zavala.

that's him-

Now his Death once more.

She will mourn him again.. but maybe she'll embrace the fact he will live with her in the light. he's never truly gone when he lives inside her heart, and everything else he left behind.

"Noo.." she cracked as tears run down her cheeks like waterfalls. Its unfair, she already have a hard time breathing, now she need to try breath trough her sobs.

Her tears broke his heart, each one feeling like a dagger to his soul. But he couldn't back down, not when her life was at stake. His sacrifice was the only way to save her, and he was ready to make it.

"Hey..." he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and sorrow. "You know i'm never truly gone..And when you miss me," he held his broke Ace to his original Ace he left behind for her. "Just remmember, you bound to me now." he cracked a half joke with a breathy chuckle, resting his face to hers. "Wife of mine."

She leaned into him, hardly able to fight against him as she clinged onto him with one hand, and her other held her ghost.

one of his hand holding her body safely against his chest, the other returning to holding her ghost within her hand.

She felt more weaker in his arms and his grip tightened on her to keep her there.. alive..

With one glance up He saw a transparent version of his Sundance nodding at him..

Then he looked at Star and close his eyes once more, then open them as he felt himself flicker away slowly.. his light.. embraces her ghost with a blinding light..

"I love you... always will.." her silent confession was in her slow breath as she slowly loosing her vision from blood loss.

As his body shimmered and flickered, the light from within him slowly transferring to her ghost, he felt an aching in his chest. He held her gently, his hand brushing strands of hair away from her face.

Her whispered confession echoed in his ears, a bittersweet pride in his heart. He smiled weakly at her words, his voice barely audible under the weight of his sacrifice.

"I know," he murmured, his voice determined with a mix of sorrow and acceptance. "I do too.."

as she gazed up with a breath caught in her lungs painfully, she noticed how the traveler light thats surrounds them is covering Cayde up, like the light giving him wings, almost resembling an angel..

wich made her eyes sparkle.

Her grip on her ghost and the remaining part of Cayde tightened as she forced herself to burry her face in his neck one last time..

She wished this was just a sick nightmare and she will wake up in her bed with his Ace of Spades gun, and just ended up crying herself to sleep once more reading his journal..

but she knows she isnt dreaming.. she knows this is real.. and she hated it but she knews that he had to do this.. he wouldnt have stayed anyway.. she know he never wanted to hurt anyone by being back.

but the moment they shared she'll treasure it forever..

watching him flicker into pices and loosing his form she used her last strenght and kiss his cheek before she lost her sight.

As her lips pressed against his cheek, a wave of tenderness washed over him. It was a simple gesture, but in that moment, it held a world of meaning. He could feel the love and caring behind her touch, and in return, his own affection for her flared within him once more.

"My favorite little Light."

He held her tighter, his arms encircling her body as he felt his form start to fade away completely. The light enveloped him, lifting him away into the Traveler's embrace.

The white voide no more. they are back at the battle field they killed the Witness.

Suddenly her Ghost comes back to life gasping, look around and find his guardian on the ground unmoving.

"Guardian!" it exclaimed, floating to her side. "Hold on, please!"

It hovered over her motionless body, its tiny form thrumming with light energy as it tried to heal her wounds, doing what he always done, bribg his Guardian back.

she suddenly gasped as she clung to her chest, he resurected her.

she was breathing a little heavily as she looked around and see her Ghost floating above her..

"You okay.." she sadly smiled reaching up and hold onto her small companion.

Her ghost gently nuzzled against her hand, its small frame shivering slightly.

"There you are," it replied with a bit of relief in its voice. "what.. happened to you?"

He few closer to her to look at her face with a hit of worry.

she sat up and realized she had something on her chest... Its..

Cayde's harmonica.

oh..

Her fingers traced the outline of the harmonica, her touch gentle yet mournful. The sight of the Diamond and Ace mark on it was like a bittersweet reminder of the sacrifice he had made.

Her tears fell onto the harmonica, their trails glistening on the surface like tiny, sorrowful diamonds.

Her ghost hovered closer, resting against her shoulder as she clutched the harmonica tightly. He could feel her pain and grief, mirroring his own sadness at the loss of her former Hunter Vanguard.

Without a word, the ghost pressed its tiny frame against her cheek in a gesture of comfort.

She looked down at the harmonica in her hand, tears still welling up in her eyes as she mourned his loss. But as she held the instrument tightly, a sense of determination stirred within her.

She may have lost him, but she still had a part of him. She would carry on.

For him.

@sephirose asked for Guardian wedding things so here we go! Now, I'd say this is hc I made up for WatM universe so it's not canon or anything but!

1. Bride and groom can be used as terms but not always. The two sides of the wedding will have specific terms but I haven't polished them yet.

2. Left side/bride side is escorted to be "given away" by their Vanguard. It's up to the couple as to who is given away.

3. If it's a bride, her first dance is not with her new husband, but instead with her brides maids who are expected to torment the new groom through the night before finally allowing him a dance with his bride. Again, if traditional bride and groom roles are not used, it's still up to the couple as to who is on what end of this traditional.

4. Brides can use a hair style when walking down the aisle that has what is called a favor woven in. This favor is usually a scrap of cloth or small scarf that is then given to the maid of honor after the ceremony as she and the other bridesmaids change her hair style and dress for the reception. The maid of honor is to give the favor to a lover as a proposal whenever they wish. This is tweaked depending on the couple. This replaces the bouquets throwing in weddings of our era.

5. Both sides of the wedding party wear outfits and armor in the colors of their bride/grooms class. Example: The groom in a Titan so his wedding party and himself wear red and white.

If you guys are interested in more I have more!

🌹Happy Crimson Days🌹

I have been SO excited to share this as it's been finished for many days now. @wrenandthemachine is truly AMAZING and I really can't thank her enough for making this for me. After I described what I wanted for this piece, she sent back a quick sketch and it was as if she'd actually looked into my brain and just plucked the whole thing right out. She also added in a few touches I hadn't thought of that just made it all the more romantic and special. In fact, it even sparked a little ficlet I made to go along with it and, in keeping with the traditional dates Bungie tended to release Crimson Days - once upon a time - I decided to post it today.

Wren, thank you, again. So, SO. much. 🥲🥰🌹

I'd also like to thank @echosong971 for looking over the fic and giving me a thumbs up as well as offering up some great inspiration! 💗

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The Courtyard had been bustling with activity all day. Guardians, their armor adorned in every shade of red, white, and pink, went running and bouncing about across the open space among the waves of fragrant and intricately arranged plumes of roses decorating every square inch of the Tower possible - some even strung together to form tiers of garland draped over edges and delicately hung about railings. Red silken petals fell from the blue sky above, landing all around like delicate snowflakes, only to slowly fade once they touched the concrete walkways and platforms then reform once again above, slowly descending all over again. A trick of technology, but romantic and fantastical nonetheless.

Even the Ghosts were getting in on the festivities, wearing special shells - some shaped like hearts, some, like their Guardians, awash in pinks, reds, whites and styles of every kind, but all a reflection of love. Many were even showing off endearing projections just for the occasion and all of them would go buzzing about and twirling through the air, chirping and giddy around fellow Ghosts and just as happy as their Guardians to have this time to reflect on something joyous and warm - something special: A bond that could never be broken, even as the Darkness continued to encroach on the Light.

As evening approached, and more and more Guardians began returning after a day of festivities and Crucible matches, a low, soft hum seemed to settle over the Tower. Tiny lights began to glow all around, some nestled in and about the roses, creating a warm and intimate candlelit atmosphere. People grew quieter, the sky took on a pinkish purple hue all around the Traveler, and, gradually, those who’d found a special someone paired off to share a meal or drinks, or a little something more, while others gathered with friends, deciding to head into the City to the Cantinas to celebrate their friendships.

And me? I headed up a stairway leading to a balcony that overlooked the City. There, an all too familiar figure, his back to me, was casually leaning over the railing, gazing out beyond the bustle and activity below - out beyond the wall to the Wilderness and the first twinkling stars above. A soft wind blew in from the East, lifting his cloak ever so slightly, the tattered tails dancing at the backs of his calves. I smiled and walked over to him, leaning onto the railing next to him.

“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” I murmured.

“Always is,” he replied, not even turning his head to look at me, the edges of his hood hiding his face. “Never get tired of it, though.”

“Me either,” I softly smiled. “You waiting here for someone?” I asked.

“My wife,” he told me. “Thought I’d surprise her. Take her out to dinner someplace special. Someplace really romantic. Totally wow her. Maybe even get lucky later.”

I grinned, holding my bottom lip between my teeth to stifle a laugh, even as I continued to look out at the City. The lights were beginning to glow brighter as the sun started to fully set, the warm hues in the sky growing richer as they grew darker. Celebratory music could be heard rising up from below and off in the distance, fiery red heart-shaped lanterns began to float up toward the Traveler.

It was beautiful.

“So, where is she?” I asked him.

He sighed. “Oh … she’s got this habit of trynna save the world,” he dramatically lamented, waving his hand out over the City. “Damned annoying if ya ask me,” he added, making me smile again.

“Trying to save the world sounds like a pretty big task. Good thing she’s got you around to keep her spirits up for something so monumental.”

“I know, right?” He all too readily agreed, his tone lifting with pride. “I should get a medal!”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed softly, breaking character, and looked over at him just as he finally turned his head to look at me. His azure faceplates glistening with the reflections of the warm yellow-orange lights all around us, making them take on a shimmering, greenish hue.

So beautiful.

His blue eyes though, they never changed. The optics were like deep pools of water, soft and adoring as they cascaded over the features of my face, as if he were seeing me for the first time again and wanted to memorize each and every facet, a tender smile forming on his lips.

“Sorry I’m late,” I murmured.

“Eh,” he grunted, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. “Figured you would be. Damned Hive are so inconsiderate when it comes to other people’s plans.”

“The absolute worst. I think I’m going to complain to their boss next time,” I nodded, and we both laughed before a comfortable silence settled around us again.

“I got somethin’ for ya,” he whispered and I looked over at him as he reached behind himself and under his cloak, carefully revealing a single red rose he’d had hidden there. It was in full bloom, its plump petals like red velvet - rich and decadent. He turned and took a step closer to me, and I watched as he lifted the rose to my forehead. As soon as the petals touched my skin I sighed and smiled, my eyes closing of their own volition, the light, pleasantly soft tickle of the flower trailing down over the curves and dips of my features, slowly moving lower and lower, eliciting goosebumps all over my body, my heart skipping a beat. As the petals brushed over the tip of my nose he paused, giving me a moment to breathe in the delicious warm scent, the fragrance like fresh raspberries in the sun - sensual and delicious. I slowly licked my lips and sighed, wiggling my toes inside my boots to stave off the desire to just rip his armor off right here. As If he knew exactly what I was thinking, a heady chuckle rose from his throat and he moved on, tracing the outline of my lips, then down over my chin and further still, down along the side of my neck, teasing the senistive skin until he reached the collar of my armor.

Just as the sensation of the petals faded away, warm, yet giving metal touch my lips, lovingly pressing against them with practiced tenderness. The heat of his body made the light sprinkle of the musky cologne he’d put on earlier that day waft all around me, making my breath hitch with even greater excitement. I let a tiny moan escape me, opening my mouth to him, blindly sliding my hands up over the leather padded armor of his chest and shoulders, then up around the back of his neck, cradling the back of his head through his hood. His lips parted, and I beckoningly lapped at the underside of his upper lip, drawing him in further, hearing and feeling a low rumble from deep in his throat as it vibrated through him. A strong arm curled around my waist, pulling me into him possessively, the gentle kiss becoming more heated, more passionate, and more and more intense and needy as we playfully and eagerly gasped into each others mouths and teased and nipped at each other’s lips before we barely managed to pull ourselves back, panting and gazing into each others eyes.

“Wow,” I sighed, catching my breath, feeling how cool the air suddenly seemed on my flushed cheeks. “Really missed me today, didn’t you, handsome?” I asked, sliding my hands back down to rest on his chest and maybe just maintain some balance as I felt a bit weak in the knees.

“I always do,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded. Even though his armor, I could feel his heart racing under my palms.

“Maybe we should order in instead,” I purred, holding my bottom lip between my teeth as I gave him a wanton and predatory gaze.

He arched a sharp eyebrow at me before returning the look, winking. “Maybe.”

I grinned and pressed back against him, hugging him as close as my heavy armor would allow, tucking my head under his jaw with another contented sigh. Both his arms were around me in an instant, hugging me right back, swaying us slowly to some unknown melody in the air.

The day had been long and grueling. He’d had official duties he’d had to see to here and hadn’t been able to join me.

That hadn’t stopped him, though.

From the moment I’d left this morning until I returned to the Hanger not too long ago, he’d been on the comms with me, chatting and joking with me, throwing biting witticisms at our enemies as if he were right there beside me.

I never once felt alone.

Still, through it all, and even with his giddy baritone ringing in my ears, all I could think was there was nowhere else in all creation I’d wanted to be than in his arms.

When we finally and reluctantly eased back from one another, he handed the rose to me with a smile and dotingly tucked a few strands of unruly hair, mussed from my helmet and the gentle winds, back behind my ear, then kissed my forehead. I smiled again and sniffed at the rose once more, the scent intoxicatingly sweet. He quietly chuckled and I grinned, then wrapped my arm around his left bicep, holding onto him as we both turned together and leaned back over the railing, gazing down at the City.

I curled in closer to his side and rested my head on his shoulder. “I love you, you know that?” I whispered.

I felt him tilt his head to rest against mine. “I love you, too,” he whispered back, laying his free hand over the one I had holding the rose.

“Happy Crimson Days, Ais.”

“Happy Crimson Days, Cayde.”

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Just changed the exposure on the pic so you can see it better - the original was REALLY dark.  You can find it here: https://meyar-ahraan.tumblr.com/post/614369283913482240

Thank you to @kyloxmoegi1993 for sharing this one with me! ❤️ Absolutely in love with it!  I swear, this could’ve been taken in his and Ais’s apartment!  LOL! 

Cayde-6 practice doodles

Stargazing Tour?

Of all the pieces I’ve seen in the Cayde pics vol. 2 lineup by @plastic-bridge, this one is definitely my favorite!  ❤️♠️ 🐓

https://plastic-bridge.tumblr.com/post/616710319487811584/destiny-fanart-vol2-ghost-cayde-and-a-sad-story

I’d say I’m posting these cause I’m in a Cayde mood, but I’m ALWAYS in a Cayde mood, so ...

https://twitter.com/Madhatter_Kim/status/1032677050790883328/photo/1

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/703335666792667562/

https://www.zerochan.net/2833308

https://www.reddit.com/r/fanart/comments/bd5ese/glorious_cayde6_favorite_character_from_destiny/

https://www.zerochan.net/2831334

More Cayde Birthday spam pics! - That last one cracks me up! 🤣

All art that’s not mine, links are here:

https://www.deviantart.com/muratothebandit/art/DESTINY-2-Cayde-6–803781589

https://www.deviantart.com/lizzytheredfiske/art/Destiny-meme-2-704632756

https://www.deviantart.com/tombstonecc/art/Cayde-6-771725615

https://www.deviantart.com/muratothebandit/art/DESTINY-2-Cayde-6–803781450

https://www.deviantart.com/trophykingart/art/Cayde-6-802568688

https://www.deviantart.com/daxtri/art/Cayde-6-613993971