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@destcember2022
Thank you to everyone who participated in this year’s Destcember! It was an honor to see all of the creative directions people went with the prompts. Feel free to continue to use them however you wish into 2023 and beyond!
Happy New Year, Guardians, and Be Brave!
Home
Home - Ao3
Crow returns to his apartment after a harrowing mission, but everything is going wrong. Saint brings him home.
(On Ao3 I have this as two chapters, but it only fits into one #destcember2022 prompt, so you get both chapters in one here on tumblr. Enjoy!)
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Memories
Memories - Ao3
Osiris and Saint celebrate the coming of a new year.
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Prompt 19 - Weaving, Unraveling
May 24, 2951; The Last City, Earth
Cayde had been suspiciously cagey when he’d asked her to come in, so Azra had been expecting a surprise. Somehow, she still managed to find herself stunned.
Azra walked into the War Room, eyes sweeping the space for Cayde and finding someone else first. She didn’t stop walking, but she did falter for a second. She hadn’t seen them in over seventy years. They were supposed to be dead.
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Prompt 29 - Torn
Content Warning: Gore
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The first thing that comes to him is the smell. His brain picks it apart analytically- toxic diamines and sulfides, Methanethiol. His brain catalogues the chemicals, but it’s his mind that recognizes the scent. Dead. People, animals, there isn’t much difference, but something has been killed and left out to rot in the sun.
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Prompt 27 - Baby, It’s Cold Outside
October 30, 2959; Eventide Ruins, Rathmore Chaos, Europa
“Close the door! Close the door!” Azra shouted.
Cayde did. The sound of the howling wind was cut off. Azra crouched on the floor, hugging her knees to try and conserve heat.
It wasn’t going to be enough. It was nighttime and -200 Celsius on Europa, and Azra’s heating system had crapped out. This refuge they’d found protected them from the wind, but it was still much too cold. Azra was going to freeze to death. It would hurt a fair bit.
“Hang on, I got something to try,” Cayde said. He took a knife from his belt and flipped it casually once in his hand. With a flare of orange light he plunged it into the floor. Out bloomed a Well of Radiance- no 10-foot affair, just a cozy campfire’s worth of light. Azra hastily scooted inside, immediately relaxing at the warmth.
It wasn’t completely out of the blue- she’d been in Wells before. It was a new technique some Dawnblades were playing with nowadays. But Cayde pulling one out of his bag of tricks was unexpected, to say the least. Azra looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, like you couldn’t pull a Stormtrance if you wanted to,” Cayde scoffed.
Fair enough. Azra shrugged acquiescence as Spark set about fixing her climate control. While they waited, Azra studied their surroudings.
They’d found some settlements on Europa before- mostly residential housing, common spaces, a few manufacturing centers. People understandably hadn’t been lining up to move to an icy, harsh, ionized moon, even back in the Golden Age. But this…
This was something new. The ceiling was high, with rounded edges. The walls (what parts of them weren’t caked in ice) were painted with stylized depictions of Human anatomy- lungs and hearts and brains. The lights were off, but Azra could still make out the logo proudly displayed at the far end of the hall- a curve with two almost wing-like shapes jutting out from it, forming the suggestion of the letters C,B. Clovis Bray.
“What is this place?” Azra asked. Clovis Bray facilities? On Europa?
Cayde beside her was frozen stock-still. He wasn’t even breathing. Spark finished his repairs, just in time- the Well flared and then died, leaving just a knife lodged in the floor.
“Cayde?” Azra asked. She put a hand on his shoulder and he started. “Do we need to go?” she asked gently.
“No,” Cayde said quickly. He gathered himself for a second and then shook his head. “No. We can- we should poke around. Quietly.”
“You’re the boss,” Azra said. Obviously they’d found something important, something Cayde hadn’t been expecting. “You know I’m all sorts of good with being quiet.” Code for I’m not going to go blabbing about this if you don’t want me to.
“Well let’s still be careful and not activate any security systems,” Cayde said. “Don’t want this place waking up.”
“You think you know what this is?” Azra said.
Cayde hissed. “I’m almost hoping it’s not what I think.”
Azra stood up, almost slipping. The ice on the floor had melted with Cayde’s well and then re-frozen into a slick sheet.
Ice. She paused, staring at it while her brain put together the pieces. Ice. Clovis Bray. Pictographs of the parts of the human body. A book with a golden tree embossed on the cover. The dark tower on the field.
“Shit,” Azra said. Cayde had been looking for the Deep Stone Crypt for years. For a lifetime. Had they not been dicking around Rathmore Chaos, if Azra’s heater hadn’t broken and forced them to find cover, they would never have even been here. “You don’t think?”
“Let’s go find out,” Cayde said.
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Prompt 24 - Spring Cleaning
April 03, 2873; The Last City, Earth
“Really, you’d think this would be the other way around,” Azra mused.
Spark didn’t answer. He was too busy sorting through a pile of shoulder guards, muttering to himself. Azra had perched herself on an ammo crate, watching with some bemusement as he bustled back and forth.
Azra continued. “I mean you’re the Ghost and I’m the Guardian. Aren’t you supposed to be the sensible one?”
“I’m being sensible,” Spark said huffily.
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Sight for Sore Eyes
Sight for Sore Eyes - Ao3
Saladin pays Shiro-4 a visit at the Iron Temple.
(Spoiler warning for this week’s story mission!)
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Volatile
Volatile - Ao3
On the fourth anniversary of Cayde’s death, the Guardian goes to Drifter seeking comfort.
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Missing Moment
Missing Moment - Ao3
Saint finds a moment he thought to be lost, and has a difficult conversation with his partner.
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Kell
Kell - Ao3
Osiris meets with the Kell of the House of Light.
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Road Trip
Road Trip - Ao3
Marcus Ren plans a surprise for his boyfriend.
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Countdown
Countdown - Ao3
Crow and Jolyon go on a mission together.
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Prompt 16 - Missing Moment
The Battle of Twilight Gap, April 21, 2871; The Last City, Earth
Well, this was going to end badly.
Andal eyed the artillery emplacement with concern. It had fallen silent, a plume of smoke slowly engulfing its location. It wasn’t an immediate danger to his fireteam (they were nearly two hundred meters away) but it didn’t spell good news for defenders on this section of the Wall. If the defenses were crippled any further, they may as well paint a giant target on their location.
The Fallen through this battle so far had been scary organized, coordinating attacks in tandem between multiple Houses. The Guardians and City Militia had been doing their best to spread out the damage, redirecting and repelling offensives as they were launched, but the Fallen were getting desperate. The City could hold as long as they had ammunition and food reserves, while the Fallen only had so much time before they wore themselves out or were flanked by outside Guardian forces. Today it had seemed they were gearing up towards another push- and now here was an opportunity, if their leaders were smart enough to see it.
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Prompt 14 - Modern Myths
March 20, 2874; The Last City, Earth
Mattathias stopped dead in his tracks. “Holy shit!”
Reyha just raised an eyebrow and cast a glance around. There wasn’t anything around she could see that should elicit that response. The Tower Concourse held just its usual crowd of Guardians and civilian workers- it wasn’t even busy.
“Get down,” her Hunter friend hissed, pulling her, protesting, behind a row of bushes. “That’s Andal Brask!”
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Merriment
Merriment - Ao3
Saint, Crow, and Osiris discuss Dawning traditions.
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The Ghost of You
The Ghost of You - Ao3
Shiro begins to reconcile with his Nightmares.
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