#destinyweek

[theinfiniteaurora]

Still on the late train, here is day two of Destiny Week, ‘classes’ ! 

Warlock is my absolute favorite, and sunsinger is my fave warlock class! 

[snakebunker]

@therealbadasshere asked for shaxx participating in a wet t-shirt contest in stream and i think i may have gone a bit overboard but hey. also fits well for destinyweek day 3: NPCs

of course he’s not gonna take his armor off for it

of course he still wins

[spookgeist]

Eternally long first post for @destinyweek!! Ghosts!

I don’t know about you but I just like to imagine my ghost being my guardian’s best friend in the whole world. 

Please don’t remove credit! ;”

[cmdrcat]

Destiny week Day 6: Grimoire 

part 1 of ??

LINK to the narration and the blog - @themothyards

@destinyweek

[dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd]

The Very Sarcastic Ghost

[She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s fallen on her face]

I really wish you’d come up with another post-revive poem

[But I like this one]

—

[No you see the floor IS actually lava here so I would advise not dismounting --]

FOR THE LAST TIME GHOST, I KNOW

[You’re such a good driver]

—

Most Guardians think of their Ghosts as their best friends

[We barely know each other]

Ghost it’s been six hundred cycles

—

[You look nice today]

Uh ... thanks

[Your hair is smooth and your bones look supportive]  

Okay why are you doing this?

[Can I have the Blue Spine shell]

I knew it

—

[The Guardian has taken shelter behind a rusty car, she’s drawn her shotgun, now her scout rifle, now her machine gun, now back to her scout rifle. A dizzying array of weaponry on display today, folks. She takes a grenade in her hand --]

WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT NARRATING MY LIFE

—

Where were you last night? I was looking all over for you!

[I had a date]

You had a date?

[Yes. A date is a meetup with romantic implications]

I KNOW WHAT A DATE IS, GHOST

[I’ve seen no evidence for this]

—

[Enjoy your nap]

What? We’re in the Cosmodr --

*explosion, revival*

Why are you like this

—

You are weak, undisciplined. Cowering behind Walls. I alone am worthy of the Traveler’s Light. You’re not brave. You’ve merely forgotten the fear of death. Allow me to reacquaint you. 

Ghost? Something’s wrong. I can’t feel my Light anymore. Ghost, what’s wrong? You can’t be dead. I can’t -- how am I supposed to do this without you? I know I never say it but you are -- Please, I’m begging you. 

Ghost?

This is my contribution for the @destinyweek Ghost prompt. Thank you for reading!

[quettzals]

day 2 for @destinyweek is classes! loves hunters, theyre horrible and reckless. especially when theyre looking for answers. knives are p cool too

[alfheimr]

i was busy so this is a late entry for destiny week day 2............

WARLOCK TIL I DIE BABEY!!!!!

[miss-mini-meal]

Really behind but imma catch up!

Gonna get this done but here is @destinyweek day 1: Ghosts.

It’s hard for some to express how they feel.

[titan-mom]

Heyyyy it’s @destinyweek !!! Day one is Ghosts!

Have the sad headcanon that Ghosts pluck a voice from their Guardian’s memories. Some Guardians don’t recognize it. Some remember....

[destinywaits]

a thing for day 2 of @destinyweek! I love Titans!

click on the pics for less fuzziness!

[sunshinesoda-m]

im super late to the party cause it’s the last day p much but @destinyweek for Day heckin 1 Ghost i hope i can give my buddy a hug without breaking it 

[cappurrccino]

On Guns

I haven’t written anything in like... 42 million years, but I’m sneaking in here with a blurb for @destinyweek‘s Ghost prompt to get back into the swing of things. 

“Just pick one.”

“I. Don’t. Want. One.”

The Ghost’s tines dropped and his eye rolled skyward. “You can’t just not use a gun. You need some form of protection in the field!”

“I have fists! This armor has claws! I can shoot magic out of my hands! I don’t need some useless lumps of metal to lug around all over the place!”

Whether Banshee’s grunt was from offense or something else, the Ghost couldn’t say; his Titan didn’t notice and probably wouldn’t have cared even if she had. He glowered down at his Guardian and she stubbornly glared right back.

“Just… go over there. And turn in the order Zavala gave you. And get any gun. Any gun. Just pick one so we can be done with this.”

She looked like she was plotting. “Fine. I want the first one I had.”

“You can’t have that one and you know it.”

She shrugged. “You said any gun.”

“Any functional gun.”

“It was functional!”

“You broke it bashing a Knight’s skull in!”

“Yeah, which counts as functional!”

Their shouting was drawing looks from passing Guardians and the Ghost took a moment to compose himself. His tines slowly twisted one way and then another as he briefly wondered if he shouldn’t have kept looking for a Guardian.

“Phep. Listen to me. The Vanguard will not let you back in the field unless you have a gun that functions as a gun. Go over there, try not to be insulting, and get literally any gun Banshee has. Please.”

He could tell she was trying to find a way out of this and felt a massive wave of relief when he saw the slight change of expression that signified her giving in. How long the weapon would last before being thrown at an enemy or “accidentally” dropped off a cliff was an issue for another day.

“Fine,” she growled, turning and stomping the rest of the way to Banshee’s tables. The Ghost floated near as she slapped the requisition order on the table with more force than was necessary.

“One gun.” Banshee arched a look at her and she quietly grumbled, “Please.”

The exo gave an acknowledging grunt. “What kind?”

Phep blinked in surprise. “Wh… what kind?” She pinned her Ghost with a look. “There are kinds?”

The Ghost sighed heavily. This was going to be a long day.

[lyricalt]

[destiny] gamble

Pairing: Andal Brask/Cayde-6 Rating: G Destiny Week: Day 3 - NPCs

Note: Andal makes the first move. On accident.  Cayde tries to salvage the moment.

In retrospect, Cayde should have seen it coming.  All Hunters are naturally flirty, after all; it just depends on what they like to flirt with.  Most of the time they’re busy courting things like danger and adventure and very bad decisions. And Andal Brask, in typical Hunter fashion, does all three at once, in the most inconvenient and offensive way.

He plunks down next to Cayde, the ending half a victory whoop rushing out in a breath, and leans over to smash his face against the side of Cayde’s helmet.  

It’s definitely a kiss, even though it’s kind of clumsy and sudden.  Andal’s arm wraps around Cayde’s shoulders and he presses closer, lips still at one corner of Cayde’s jaw.  Cayde envisions one of those ghostly faint memories in the back of his mind—he’s had this before, in some past life, that’s how he knows the feel of a mouth against his—and he turns his head to give Andal a look.

He tries to rally.

“Might have to try for more triple shots more often, if that’s what gets you going,” Cayde says, flirting as if his life depended on it.  At this rate, Ghost might have to resurrect him across the Wilds, miles away from Andal.  Otherwise, Cayde might just keep dying from sheer horror and humiliation.

Andal laughs, sounding a little embarrassed.  Like he knows he must have taken Cayde by complete surprise.  Maybe he’s taken himself by surprise too.  His arm slips down from Cayde’s shoulder.  “Heat of the moment?  Great kills, by the way.”

There’s a pause.  Now they both seem awkward.  Cayde feels like he’s short-circuited somehow into another Vex dimension where Andal is staring at him with a bashful grin and a rising color washing over his face.  Andal isn’t shy.  He flirts—badly!��with Cayde all the time, over voicelinks and during missions, in front of exasperated Vanguards like Commander Zavala and Ikora until they’re both kicked out of the War Room for cracking too many dirty jokes.

They don’t mean it.  Not always.  Cayde gets the suspicion that Andal may have overextended himself, toed too far away from their usual teasing and actually mean something sincere for once.  The handcannon in Cayde’s hand wavers. His Ghost is flashing some kind of diagnostic results at him in his HUD, but Cayde is past seeing them.  He already knows what’s wrong. It’s him.  It’s him and his stupid whirling emotions and Andal Brask for taking the most dangerous route to Cayde’s clicking mechanical heart.

Andal makes a short noise, a scoff and a sigh all in one.  His breath comes out in wispy clouds of cold air.  He slaps Cayde on the back and gives his shoulder a rough shake.  “C’mon, now.  Don’t think too hard on it.”  

“Me? Think too hard?” Cayde says, inner parts rattling as Andal manhandles him back to full consciousness.  “Nice joke!  Haha!”

Andal gives him a vaguely concerned look.  “Cayde, I’d tell you to breathe, but…”

“Oh, that ol’ trick you flesh-and-blood people like to do.” Cayde’s voice gets choppy.  He’s having a malfunction, that’s what it is.  He’s running on quips and one-liners and not much else.  All the mysterious Exo technology in the world, and no one’s ended up fixing the code that makes Cayde want to do almost anything for Andal.  He stands up, struck by the sudden need to run down the entire Felwinter mountain while using all his solar Light to fire his gun into the sky.

“Damn, I’ve gone and done it now,” Andal says, watching Cayde pace snowy footprints around him.  He tugs the hood to his cloak, wringing it slightly between his fingers.  

If he hadn’t been wearing his gloves, he would have been running his hand through his dark hair.  Cayde sort of hates that he knows this.

“Damn right, you did,” Cayde says, berating Andal for all it’s worth.

“And I’d do it again, if you let me,” Andal mutters, sounding a little annoyed himself.  He peers up at Cayde from the shadow of his hood.  

The way he says it—it isn’t flirting.  But it’s dangerous and a bad decision and sets a spark of adventure in Cayde’s heart, so there’s still a certain amount of appeal to his Hunter sensibilities.  At least, that’s what he tells himself before kneeling back down.

“Is that a dare?” he asks, because he’s got to make a game of it.  Can’t help it.

Andal smirks like he knows exactly what Cayde is thinking.  They’re back in familiar territory.

“A bet,” he says, hopeful.

And Cayde leans in.

[spookgeist]

@destinyweek Day 2! Classes!! A tribute to my 3 favorite Destiny OCs, Akhyls (Hunter), Circe (Titan), and Deimos (Warlock)! 

Special shout out to @guardians-of-the-light for helping me out with a screenshot of the perfect shader x kellhunter armor combo!! You’re the real MVP here! 

Buy Me a Kofi // AKA Help Me Pay Vet Bills! 

[cmdrcat]

Destiny Week Day 1: Ghosts

i want to see my little boy (here he comes).sai

I like the idea that ghosts are private things. They're part of your soul? spirit? light? I mean they’re with your 24/7, live in your metaphysical backpack and bring you back to life on a regular basis so I imagine guardians are fairly protective of them. If a someone trusts you enough to let them touch their ghost, that’s a pretty big dang deal. 

Huge thanks to @destinyweek for these prompts!

[pinstripe-doodles]

im gonna be a day behind but ! destiny week day 1 ghosts!

Orion has to try and keep Grier’s curiosity in check, Isolde makes tiny beeps when she’s happy so that Eve-9 can tell and Saffron is just as laid back as Rook is and they both like napping the most