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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
But for one eternal second, Azra was the Arc. Everything was slow, dust hanging still in the air, electric arcs moving leisurely enough Azra could follow their motion with her eyes. She felt it all like an extension of herself- the sensors pinging reports, the hydraulic pumps frantically working, the endless resistors and amplifiers and convertors that made up the nervous system of the tank- the glowing heart of the onboard reactor, the tangles of thinking circuits processing and directing it all-
For one moment, it was all hers, as much as the flashes of her synapses and the electrochemical twitches of her muscle fibers. And she demanded from it brilliance, calling out of the memory of Arc: thundering torrents, the glowing living heart of a lighting strike- and the circuits responded. Every system lit up.
Then the moment broke, and Azra was just her body, and the Walker jerked violently, throwing her backwards. There was a series of pops she could feel in her chest but only barely make out over the ringing in her ears. Azra fought to her feet and watched the tank fall over, still twitching. It was beginning to show light under the hood where several important components were likely having a meltdown.
She wondered how a three-foot kite shield was going to save her from a reactor explosion.
Another year, another installment of DESTINYTOBER!
Check the prompts below and share your creations under #DESTINYTOBER25!
Don't have the time or energy to do a full 31 day challenge? Use this list and chose one prompt for each five-day period instead 🫶
GENERAL QUESTIONS ABOUT THE CHALLENGE
What is the challenge about? Destinytober is a challenge for all creatives to participate in. Do a Destiny themed piece (art, writing, 3D) a day taking a prompt from the list, in order
Can I combine prompts? Yes, managing is pretty much up to you. If you can't keep up with making 1 piece a day, you can combine several (order is preferred so it keeps the purpose of the list) prompts if that would alliviate more stress (or just do the Lazy/Stress free mode we've attached!).
How strict do I have to be about the prompts? Prompts serve as inspiration or starting point. Everything else is up to your interpretation. Some like "Vex" are pretty straightforward, but others like "Ensnare" are not!
I'm a writer, do we have to do an X amount of words for each day?No. This challenge is meant to be fun! Do as much you can or want in your spare time.
We hope you have fun!
I bequeath upon thee: prompt 24.
…with our bodies and not our voices // read on Ao3
The King returns from the Deep haggard, a shade of himself: worm-gnawed robes and claws broken from tearing out stones, tattered wings dragging behind him like the mockery of a train. He is shivering. He is also smiling, sun-bright and near delirious, as he tumbles out of the rift into another’s throne world—cold stone, tall pillars, the Oculus hung above like an inverse sun.
The Warpriest catches him, arm around the shoulders, and keeps him from falling. Oryx’s breath is hot on his face, like a puff of desert wind.
“Majestic,” the King gasps, both in pain and delight. Then he laughs. Then he coughs, thick black, viscous star-specked Taken ooze mixed with blood mixed with bile. Majestic. He wants to explain, so badly, but the words flee from him, and he only lets himself be lowered onto the floor and propped against a pillar. It is a strange angle to be viewing the world from, this skyward-facing perspective, two-years-old-again: chandeliers loom above like Tai ravens, the pillars seem to lean in towards each other, the space around the Oculus ripples and bends. He takes it all in in silent wonder.
The Warpriest watches him in turn, also silent and also in awe. Here is his King, bleeding on the floor of his throne world, gazing up like a star-struck Thrall; and here are his broken wings and ruined chitin, here is the weakness that oozes out of him and pools glistening-black. Here is the sword he does not raise against you. Here—and this is the murmur of the worm now, nectar-sweet in the ear, the echo of a deep hunger—is your sword and your sword-hand, here is the Kingship you could reach for, if only you will it, if only you Take it.
There are so many rules in the Sky, while the Deep only governs by one: exist, lest you cease to exist. Raise your sword, lest it be raised against you. The King has learned it; he has just heard it spoken to him in plain words, terrifying in their simplicity. The Warpriest does not know it yet. But he knows enough of this fearful majesty—he has fought enough wars and tithed enough love and caught enough lessons falling from his King's jagged mouth—to extrapolate it. This is a moment that could alter history. Here is the King, weak and pliant and wonderstruck; and here is the kingmaker, here is your sword-hand that will never betray you, here is the only rule of existence that makes existing worth anything at all.
Here is the world, holding its breath.
The Warpriest does not raise his sword. He sits down and listens, and the King talks and bleeds, and both of their worms howl in mirrored hunger. The world exhales. History runs its course.
A New River - Chapter 6
"Are you going to be okay?" the Gunslinger asked.
Azra reached self-consciously to touch the Aegis on her back. The shield-point stuck up over her right shoulder, where she could grab it quick in an emergency. "I don't really know what will happen with this when it's all over," she admitted. "I don't think I have much control over how this is going to turn out."
"Not like that," Tallulah said. "Like… you're going through something rough. Anyone could see it. And you're alone. Are you gonna be alright?"
The wind picked up, pushing at Azra's cloak. The Light around them sang of spring in the mountains- meltwater and new green things growing in the weak sun. Unavoidable was the stench of Darkness- Fallen hatred and death- but it couldn't override the sweet feeling of renewal. Beside her, Tallulah glowed, warm as a campfire. The stone under her feet was ever-patient. The air whispered potential and anticipation.
The world turned. Dawn was coming.
A New River - Chapter 6
"Are you going to be okay?" the Gunslinger asked.
Azra reached self-consciously to touch the Aegis on her back. The shield-point stuck up over her right shoulder, where she could grab it quick in an emergency. "I don't really know what will happen with this when it's all over," she admitted. "I don't think I have much control over how this is going to turn out."
"Not like that," Tallulah said. "Like… you're going through something rough. Anyone could see it. And you're alone. Are you gonna be alright?"
The wind picked up, pushing at Azra's cloak. The Light around them sang of spring in the mountains- meltwater and new green things growing in the weak sun. Unavoidable was the stench of Darkness- Fallen hatred and death- but it couldn't override the sweet feeling of renewal. Beside her, Tallulah glowed, warm as a campfire. The stone under her feet was ever-patient. The air whispered potential and anticipation.
The world turned. Dawn was coming.
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It had been a long day at work for Cayde. It had been a boring day. Those were rare, after the Red War. Ghaul's death had sent the Red Legion scattering like coals kicked from a bonfire, and a good portion of Guardiandom was still running around frantically trying to stamp them out. Keeping that operation coordinated was a job and a half, especially on top of the Vanguard's attempts to re-establish the old patrol schedules. It had all been chaos for a bit there. But, six weeks after retaking the City, things were finally starting to slow down. Cayde was looking forward to some time off. Takeout for dinner and a few Crucible recaps, maybe. Or a rom-com. Or he could scrub down his apartment one more time. The burning-rubble smoke scent had pervaded since he'd moved back in, despite all of his scrubbing so far.
Hey do you still write fanfiction about destiny2? would you be into proofreading a destiny2 fic about cayde6?
Ahh! I didn't see the notification about this! >.<
Yes, I'd love to help out with proofreading work! Feel free to message me.
A New River - Chapter 5 - Into the Fight
It was also weird to not be sprinting about- Azra had to keep reminding herself this was a battle, not a skirmish. There were too many enemies to be moving recklessly here, and Guardian endurance would only keep up so long. Slow and steady was the pace they'd have to keep, even if it made Azra's skin itch. It was hard to stay in the present moment when somewhere, at that moment, people were fighting and dying for the City.
"Hold up," Spark interjected. "I think I have something?"
Azra and Tallulah both froze. The comms frequencies had been silent since the net had gone down. If they were reading someone, they had to be within ping range. With the mountains blocking signals, that would be close.
There was something in the audio feed. It sounded like plain interference, but as Spark tweaked the radio frequency and compressed the audio, a voice emerged from the static. It was too fragmented to work out a complete sentence, but Azra caught "party" and "Wolves" and "mayday".
"I can't triangulate an exact location," Spark reported, "but they're west of us. Probably further up the pass."
Tallulah dropped onto the stone ridge next to Azra. "Is Saint-14 there?"
"I don't know," Spark said. "That's not his voice, but it sounds like there are more Guardians there."
Azra slid on her helmet and double-checked her sidearm.
"Hold on, we're going?" Tallulah asked.
fuck it. ten notes on this post and i start freeing the mst3k posts in my drafts bc i need to stop being afraid of being cringe
Okay is JR "jay-ar" or "Junior"
Like how do you say it
if you mean like, [Name] JR, then it'd be Junior, just like how SR would be Senior, any other context idk
I ask cuz I've always had it as Junior but I just listened to the "I Have a Dream" speech and they introduce Martin Luther King JR as Dr Martin Luther King "jay-ar" and it caught me off guard
In the context of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., it should be pronounced 'junior'. There are some circumstances where JR is a kind of nickname (like if your name is John Russel people might call you JR instead). Maybe the guy introducing King got nervous or something and misspoke.
Is glass a rock
What the fuck is a rigid liquid
Beware, you have awakened the materials nerd within me.
"Rock" is a poorly defined term. Geology-wise, it's just "lump of solid thing in the ground". So granite is a rock. Ice is a rock. By this definition, glass is a rock, where it's naturally occurring.
What glass is not is a "crystal". A crystal is something with a repeating molecular structure. You get a bunch of marbles in a jar and they all line up nicely? A bunch of colored pencils in a box? Honeycombs? That's kind of like what a crystal is. There are plenty of things that are made up of the same stuff as glass (Silicon and Oxygen) that are crystals, and thus behave much differently than glass. Think Quartz or Micah (a good portion of rocks are crystalline silicates like this, made from Silicon and Oxygen, with a repeating molecular structure). Crystals really like where they're at, all happy and balanced, so they (usually) have higher melting points and (usually) are stronger and harder. (Note: Ice is also a crystal. Metals are crystals in that they have that nice repeating pattern, but their bonds act differently 'cause they're metals. There is no universal classification for anything and the states of matter are a lie.)
Common soda-lime glass is "amorphous". It has no crystal structure. All the atoms are random in there. This means they aren't locked in, and glass is very easily melted down and shaped (why we make so much stuff out of it). Glass is not classified as a "mineral", because it does not have a crystal structure. It's just kind of. There. It's "mineraloid" as in "kind of like a mineral but not really".
If you start getting into the weeds of 'what is a solid and what is a liquid', you will find nothing but bullshit. A solid is something that holds it shape. A liquid is something that takes the shape of whatever container it's placed in. (Over what timescale? Under what pressure? How much does it have to re-shape to count? Asphalt will drip at room temperature over decades- is this a solid or a liquid? How is that definition helpful?). And then you get the process by which things deform over time, while still being solid from a molecular standpoint, by a process known as "creep". The most common forms of creep happen more at higher temperatures, which is why hot metal gets soft. Honestly creep makes me angrier and more confused than about half of the quantum mechanics I had to learn.
tl;dr: Glass is a rock, by virtue of being "solid thing we find in the ground". Glass is not a nice orderly crystal like most rock are, its molecules are just kind of all over the place, which makes it act different. The states of matter are a lie.
*shuffles up to the podium*
*flips through some papers*
Ahem.
Spotify Wrapped. Numbers. Song numbers from Spotify Wrapped. You give me numbers, I give you (hopefully) pleasing arrangements of words based on the vibes and/or lyrics of that song. Throw in a character or characters too if you want.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
And there was no time to think, to consider this- there was the familiar distant crack-BOOM of an anti-air gun and a Skiff screamed by, too close and far too low, and Azra didn't have time to do anything but act on instinct. Spark summoned her Sparrow from his storage and Azra threw herself on it, gunning the thrusters before she even got her feet in the pedals. Muscle memory ruled her- she saw a small stone ridge of sorts from the corner of her eye and she acted. She skewed the right hand grip all the way back and managed to get her left toe in the stirrup in time to jerk the control outwards. Despite the stabilizers (she didn't have the time to toggle them off), the bike skidded and turned at a crazy angle. Azra twisted both grips to maximum and the bike shot off behind the upturned slab.
There was no space to brake- Spark dematerialized the bike and Azra turned to take the slide on the Aegis. Not a millisecond too soon. The Skiff crashed, sending up quite a nice fireball. The trees around them were shredded by the shrapnel. Wood splinters and leaf bits rained down like confetti. Azra, unhurt, lay there looking up at the tattered foliage as her brain slowly began working again.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
And there was no time to think, to consider this- there was the familiar distant crack-BOOM of an anti-air gun and a Skiff screamed by, too close and far too low, and Azra didn't have time to do anything but act on instinct. Spark summoned her Sparrow from his storage and Azra threw herself on it, gunning the thrusters before she even got her feet in the pedals. Muscle memory ruled her- she saw a small stone ridge of sorts from the corner of her eye and she acted. She skewed the right hand grip all the way back and managed to get her left toe in the stirrup in time to jerk the control outwards. Despite the stabilizers (she didn't have the time to toggle them off), the bike skidded and turned at a crazy angle. Azra twisted both grips to maximum and the bike shot off behind the upturned slab.
There was no space to brake- Spark dematerialized the bike and Azra turned to take the slide on the Aegis. Not a millisecond too soon. The Skiff crashed, sending up quite a nice fireball. The trees around them were shredded by the shrapnel. Wood splinters and leaf bits rained down like confetti. Azra, unhurt, lay there looking up at the tattered foliage as her brain slowly began working again.
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