#destcember2020

[kasimova-dariia]

Destcember2020 Day 3: Dearest wish 

We all dream of a better fate.

[corvusxiv]

• Destcember 2020 | Day 8 — Tyrant •

Sometimes I think about how there’s probably nothing stopping Clovis from having his robots put him in a normal-sized body...

[whereisstrider]

Day 3 : DEAREST WISH : Destcember 2020

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[destcember]

The thick ice of Europa hides boiling magma, while the most ardent champions of Light reach for Darkness — our world is full of opposites that, as you know, attract each other.

Destcember is a drawing & writing challenge based on Destiny universe. We suggest you to think about the following topics for original or canonical characters. Feel free to interpret them as you wish — just make sure that you have fun! There are 31 topics: one for every day of December, but you may complete the challenge in any order and at your own pace, and even skip the prompts.

Rules: — Keep your entries SFW — Tag them with #destcember2020 and leave a prompt number — Have fun!

[wingylalkasartstuff]

Destcember Day 2 - Thin Ice 

I hope those dregs will be okay after losing a brig 

[phantomwarrior12]

Not Forgotten

"Banshee! We got it back."

Banshee-44 looks up as the Young Wolf and their Ghost approach. "Got what?"

"Cayde's gun! We recovered the Ace of Spades." Ghost beams as his Guardian unholsters the weapon and holds it out for his inspection. "Uldren Sov won't be using it anymore!"

"Huh...shouldn't Cayde have that?"

The Young Wolf stiffens, looking from him to their Ghost in confusion as he floats closer, "Banshee, Cayde's gone."

"Gone? Gone where? He'd have told me if he was leaving the Tower." He touches his chin thoughtfully. "He wouldn't leave without his Ace."

The Young Wolf sets the Ace of Spades on the counter between them before reaching across and touching his forearm gently.

"Uldren Sov killed him, Banshee." They say softly, "He's gone."

Banshee stares at them for a long moment. He blinks and looks down at the weapon between them. "It's a fine weapon."

Ghost and his Guardian exchange a concerned look, "Banshee, did you hear what they said?"

"Fine weapon," he repeats softly, picking up the gun and inspecting it, "Cayde-6 owns this - he should have it."

"I don't think he understands," Ghost remarks quietly.

The Young Wolf shakes their head, gently laying their hand over Banshee's. He pays them no mind, almost as if he's forgotten they're there.

"At least he remembers Cayde," they say at last.

"For now," Ghost returns sadly, "But he'll forget him, too."

"Then we'll remember for him."

For Cayde.

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@halo-2 @reaped-winnower

[flowers-of-io]

#13 Night of the Hunter

For @sylenth-l, who was the first (to my knowledge) to come up with this heartbreak of a ship. And of course, I was right on board.

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[TW: veins, very mild mentions of corpses]

The campfire painted Pahanin’s face bright orange as he talked, arms flailing in overly theatrical gestures to imitate dragons and wyverns tearing through the jungles of Venus. Shinobu and Andal seemed genuinely interested, watching him with chins propped up on their palms—there was something of that kinderguardian wonder still in Nobu’s eyes—and Eris only nodded politely from time to time, focused on sharpening her knives. Behind him, Nadiya mimicked his every move, causing Micah and Conar to squirm on the ground with hands pressed against their mouths to stifle laughter.

Tallulah stared up at the star-specked sky, her head resting on Caliban’s crossed legs. She could see his face from a weird angle as he smiled indulgently at Pahanin’s twaddle, and his fingers combed mindlessly through her long, ink-blue hair. He looked down at her every now and then, and his optics glinted with a brightness that filled Tallulah’s chest with warmth stronger and more pleasant than the campfire. It was their last respite before heading to Venus—the Speaker had finally relieved her off Vanguard duty for a whole week so she could take part in the Hunt—and Caliban could barely conceal the excitement of being back in the field together. It made her heart flutter. The howling wilds were his home, and only the love for her made him fetter himself to the Tower. Here amongst the pines, soaked with the smell of ash and damp soil, he was a missing piece having finally found his jigsaw.

Their eyes met and Caliban traced his fingers across Tallulah’s face, from the temple down to her smiling lips. Her home would always be with him, she thought, but to watch him here—so radiant and whole—to share his home—she shuddered at the majesty of it, at the honour she was given, at how beautiful he was when he smiled against the backdrop of stars crowning his head.

“Hey, Tallu!” Andal called from somewhere to her left, away from the pool of light that circled the campfire. She lifted her head just and inch and found him staring at her long bow propped up against a tree, poorly-concealed admiration on his face. “Can I try it out?”

“Good luck hitting anything in this pitch black darkness,” Nadiya sneered, and Tallulah felt her lips quirk slightly.

“When I’m back from Venus, we can talk about it.” Andal’s pout was so delightfully childish she could hardly hold back a smirk. “Isn’t it past your bedtime anyway?”

Conar giggled, patting poor Andal on the back, and Eris and Shinobu rolled their eyes almost in unison. Pahanin kept going with his story but his voice was growing fainter with every word now that nobody seemed to be interested.

“I’m hoping for some good views on Mars,” Micah said upon taking a swing from the bottle of contraband vodka they all shared. Her Ghosts—she had five of them, now—all perched up on her shoulders and in her lap like birds on a roost.

“Thought you were rather looking for dead people,” Nadiya snatched the bottle from her hands, “There’s that ruined city in the Meridian Bay, heard it’s a sight to behold. And full of corpses, I assume.”

“Funny how this whole system is just dead people and ruins”, Pahanin said, unexpectedly pensive, watching the flames.

Eris cocked her head at him. “We were dead things once, too. Maybe it is rebirth that comes of ruin.”

“I feel very much alive now,” Caliban smiled, and tossed a twig into the fire. His fingers were tracing the veins on the back of Tallulah’s hand absently. “We’re dragon hunters, kids. Death is overrated.”

Pahanin nodded slowly, but his thoughts were already starside; Nadiya and Conar began laying out a deck of cards, Shinobu played with one of Micah’s Ghosts by chasing it with her finger. Eris returned to her knives, and Andal watched her work with moderate curiosity. The campsite plunged into a sudden silence.

As she stared back into Caliban’s eyes, two bright dots against the encroaching darkness, Tallulah pondered what he would often tell her, stroking her cheek. That she had cosmos on her skin – swirling freckles specking her face, iridescent like a crystal shard; stars that moved across it, rising and waning, impossible to count. She thought of his fingers mapping them, metal against magic.

“I love you, idiot,” he mouthed, and Tallulah couldn’t help the lazy grin that spread over her lips. She knew the way his optics flickered and dimmed, she knew it by heart, like one knows the back of their hand or the rhythm of their own breath. They outshone all the glory of galaxies above—because they were his, here, among the night and wilderness and fire crackling. Her north stars.

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A/N: At first I wanted to end it with something ominous but then I thought, no, let them stay happy that one last time.

If you need closure, go read the Tyranny of Heaven loretab. I implore you not to do that.

[annastudiesandstuff]

Destcember; Day 3 Dearest Wish “Crow! Making a deal with a dragon never ends well!” Glint said his voice almost pleading. Crow looked down at the bone, it didn’t look like anything special, a broken piece of something forgotten. “I-I have to do something... The young wo-Alexandria... She died over, and over, and over...” Crow said quietly. “I could just wish the hive away...Then she wouldn’t have to do these hunts, the shore would be safe... Everything would be better.” I originally had something else planned, but then I heard Crow mention that if he found a dragon bone he could just wish the hive out of existence, and crow is baby.