@newbabyfly (@destinytober) has graciously passed on the DestinyTober mantle to us at D2ArtEvents and we are honored to keep the tradition alive.
A prompt a day keeps the Darkness away. Check them out below and share your creations under #DESTINYTOBER24!
Don't have the time or energy to do a full 30 day challenge? Use this list and chose one prompt for each five-day period instead 🫶
An announcement for 2024's Destinytober. It will happen again this year!
However, I have decided to hand the reigns over to @d2artevents - It will be in very good hands with them, so please watch there for this year's prompt list.
I still very much love Destiny, but I've been moving towards other interests and thought it best to be in the hands of people still invested in the game rather than seeing this event die. Know that seeing the amount of creativity from you all has become a highlight of my year!
The event will ultimately remain the same- open participation to anyone who wishes to do so. I will still retweet creations here this year.
Thank you D2 Events for taking the torch - and thank all of you for your participation! ❤️
For any questions about the transfer, please direct them to @newbabyfly
Saint-14 looked up at the god before him. Her lips were pursed and her gaze hard. The aura from her hatred almost made him tremble. The binds on his wrists felt tighter. He didn’t know what he had done to win her ire, but this god was going to ensure he was punished for whatever crime he had committed.
Caiatl gazed at the statue of Milos with silent mourning. The psion behind her detected her sadness but said nothing, simply waiting for his Empress to finish her mourning for her most beloved pet.
Her light was gone, Phoebe clutched her arm tight as the Cabal warriors advanced on the weakened guardian. She would not give them the satisfaction of killing her.
Kryrlik panted hard, Dawnblade still glowing in his hand as the Saint’s body finally collapsed to the ground. The hidden Eliksni emerged, peering down at the lifeless form of the Saint. His ghost appeared to revive him but Kryrlik was faster, grabbing the ghost and dragging her away from her guardian. His goddess, Zelkie, would figure out what the right punishment for this monster would be. He had slaughtered enough Eliksni in Zelkie’s throne world.
The freshly risen Eliksni looked up at the Hive like being in front of him as she offered her hand and her name. Zelkie, goddess of protection and conduit of the light. He took her hand and she gifted him the name, Kryrlik.
Zimora glared violently had her Hive reflection in the mirror. She wished she could come to terms with it, the way Eris could, but she wanted it gone. She wanted to be Awoken again. Not some disgusting Hive Hybrid. She screamed and the mirror shattered, her form breaking as the shards fell into the sink and blood dripped down her knuckle.
I wasn't super sure what to do here cause waypoints aren't really a thing in the game? Anyways,
Several years ago...
“How much further?” Tobi-17 groaned, once again pulling up his navigation system. A single set of coordinates was scribbled on a piece of paper he had tucked into his robes, and he was comparing them to his current location.
“If you had paid attention, you would be there by now,” Nova's voice said over his comm. “If I'm seeing you right, it should be just over past that craggy rock formation.”
The Exo sat back on his Sparrow and looked around himself, gesturing to no one in particular at the surrounding pale stone.
“This is Io,” his voice tinged with annoyance, “it's all craggy rock formations.”
“Then I guess you better get going. Unless you want to get smoked by some Taken.”
“Rather be fighting those Dark-infested creeps than run on this wild Sparrow chase,” he muttered.
“What was that~” her singsong voice was irritatingly cute.
“I said coming,” he sighed, slowly opening the throttle on the engine and driving away, through the canyon. As he flew past natural caves carved into the rock, he could see the formation of the Vex machinery, taking note of their progress on the technoformation of the planetoid. A Harpy here and there would appear from inside one of the gaping maws and fire a laser rifle beam at him, which he maneuvered around as best he could.
The great expanse of the moon was filled with gorgeous greenery, intermixed with pale, rough sand and dust that kicked up as he passed by. The few small organisms he saw crawling around would scurry at the sound of his engine. And still, he had no idea where he was going. He would periodically stop to check the nav coordinates against his current location, occasionally needing to turn around and backtrack, or make a sharp turn and slip between various rock formations. Finally, he realized, he was getting close.
The Warlock weaved his vehicle through some natural stone arches, into a wide field of broken landscape and white flowers peeking between the dry cracks in the ground. It was around here somewhere. A patrol beacon flashed away nearby, and he briefly wondered if that was the reason he was out here in the first place. Nova hadn't exactly been forthcoming with the purpose of his trip. He dismounted his Sparrow and his boots made a soft crunching sound in the dirt, his feet sinking slightly as he walked, looking around for any sign of why he might have been sent out here.
He thought he might have found his answer when a chirping grunt echoed to his left, and the sudden appearance of a Minotaur caught him unaware. The Vex rotated its arms into position, temporarily shifting itself from left, to almost directly in front of him, the loud whine of its servos and body sounding almost intimidating. It raised its arm and swung downwards, but he jumped back before it could make contact with his helmet. Drawing his Fusion rifle, he charged up a burst and fired; the bolts made contact with the large machine's shield, and it detonated, staggering the Minotaur momentarily. He readied another volley, but his action was cut short by a loud crack that echoed across the canyon. The Minotaur suddenly lurched forward and then fell on its face, Radiolaria dripping from a massive hole in its back.
“You're very welcome,” Nova's voice chimed on his comm.
“It was one Vex, you think I couldn't handle one Vex?” he stepped over the Minotaur's dead shell and traced the direction of the shot. Atop a wide, flat, natural pillar of stone, Nova leaned on her sniper rifle and gave a brief wave. Tobi-17 sighed and jogged over to where she was perched.
“What are we doing out here?” he asked, craning his neck up to look at her.
“Why don't you come on up here with me,” came the very unhelpful reply. Still, shaking his head, he let his Light carry him up and onto the flat pillar above. A wide blanket had been carefully laid out, though it didn't look particularly soft. A small crate lay next to it, open, with a few bags scattered around. Nova had sat down on the blanket, and was gesturing for him to come over near her. Reluctantly, he approached, stepping on the edge of the blanket, and dropping, with his knees crossed.
“Care to explain?” he cocked his head at her impatiently. But the blonde Warlock just giggled and gestured out in front of them. He turned to see what she might be indicating, when it all sank in.
The massive valley ahead of them was glowing white and blue. The mixture of the Light, leftover from when the Traveler first touched down on the surface, to the Radiolaria that now ran through the satellite's crust, cast a bright glow over the hazy yellow-green surface of the planetoid. Small birds chased each other in whirling patterns over the vast expanse, weaving in between the natural rock formations and diving into the glowing ground, only to launch themselves at full speed up and into the sky.
Tobi-17 reached up, undoing the seals on his helmet and taking it off for the first time in hours. The cool breeze immediately touched on his face, and the alloys that constructed his body felt chilled.
“It's beautiful,” he said, not entirely certain of how to react. “So the past few hours, it's all been-?”
“I wanted to have a picnic, you ass.” Nova's smile caused his fans to hitch briefly. “I found this area while I was exploring the caves a few weeks ago, and thought it was lovely. Placed the beacon so I could find it later. I've been coming here just to unwind, but I wanted to share it with you.” Not for the first time, Tobi-17 was glad to not have skin, because he was sure it would be bright red at the admission.
“Well, I'm glad you did,” he responded, not making eye contact and fidgeting. “You don't get too much enemy activity?” his attempt to change the subject was both his way of finding a little bit of mental peace, but he genuinely was curious.
“Not much more than the occasional Vex patrol. Seen a few squads of Taken twitch through here, but not much else.”
She reached into the crate and dug out some sweets, offering him a wrapped cake.
“You know it's not super important for me to have this, right?” he asked, quite stupidly, even for himself. Nova laughed.
“Yes, you fart, but I want you to have it. It's important to me, now eat.”
She sat back down and scooted next to him. The two unwrapped their snacks and watched as the sun made its way past the horizon, the darkening world around them illuminating with the natural light emanating from the ground. She leaned against him, and the two quietly contemplated their surroundings. A jumpship flew past, its engines lighting contrails in the sky, and the beauty of the world felt both fleeting and eternal. And the two Warlocks figured, this would be their spot. And no one would take it from them.
I've been working through the destinytober prompts at my own little pace. Here's one I particularly enjoyed. I might post the rest in a big bunch at some point but for now it'll just be the ones i'm proudest of