#Osiris posting

[polyamorouspunk]

U ink

M ai—‘lh h

[theforsakenprince]

the maya and osiris parallels continue to fuck me up. Both of them reaching across timelines to save their partners and while Maya won't stop until she finds the right Chioma, the perfect one that will agree with her vision for the universe, the "real" Chioma, and will throw away any version of her that isn't perfect, Osiris broke time for the chance to save Saint-14, and it didn't matter to him which Saint it was, because to him they're all the "real" Saint

[sylenth-l]

[thefirstknife]

Ronin Shell. I'm speechless.

[telestoapologist]

DESTINY 2 AS TUMBLR TEXT POSTS 💠💬✨

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[stoshasaurus]

hi folks. been a minute. have some queers.

and the sequel

i cannot draw osiris consistently to save my life but eh!

tbh i have no clue why i haven't been posting here, i can really only handle managing one platform at a time. i'll probably backfill all of my twitter content to here if i ever find the energy to do so.

[traveler-calls-me-babygirl]

My time has come! they are perfectly positioned.

[crispy0nion]

Drops these on your doorstep and runs

[kb1301]

I like the after-boss fight chatter taking place post-finale for Act 2. You get more of an idea on the beyond what just happened.

I got one conversation between Saint and Osiris after the third battlegrounds mission.

SAINT: "I told Geppetto what I saw in my tomb. That together we destroyed many Vex." "I told her, how she was brave, at the end. As I was... And when she fell, she was proud that I tried to avenge her." "For a moment I knew, what it was like to lose her, and the Light. It was... lonely." "I understand now, Osiris. I'm sorry." OSIRIS: "Sometimes I call for Sagira. I put out my palm and she's... not there. I do it less and less, but..." "I know I'm not alone in my grief. Eris understands, and now she and I can help Zavala through his own loss."

Damn. I don't even know if there's more to this because I was put back to orbit.

Yeah this is making me sad.

[raillue]

One Destiny 2 headcanon I’ve always had is that the Vanguard has now had to set up a very specific set of rules for all Guardians that are 90% caused by shit the Young Wolf has done.

They include but are not limited to:

1. Do not Strand grapple to ships as they leave the hangar. This is directed to one person and one person only. You know exactly who you are.

2. Don’t give random kinderguardians Gjallarhorns. We do not need to build a third Tower

3. Stop telling New Lights ‘kys’ means ‘keep yourself safe’. Crow is still running from Osiris

4. Do not use multiple fire extinguishers as a replacement engine on Sparrows, especially while INSIDE the Tower.

5. Do not use fire extinguishers as ‘jetpacks’ either

6. All fire extinguishers are now off limits to The Young Wolf. Please report any missing ones to the Vanguard

7. Do not create a ‘pigeon army’, lead them to the Tower, throw a bag of bird seed on the ground and then leave. Seriously I have never seen this many pigeons in one place before. Wolf where did you get this many pigeons

8. If you set off fireworks in the Tower, don’t let them fall over please

[ew2yu]

Old birds must preen one another

[savyir-genesizz-the-wizard]

I think that Osiris is kinda like. "plans 10 steps ahead but doesn't mind his step" guy. Both in strategy and private life (ex. when Sagira got shot in Curse of Osiris, when he gets tricked in Immolant, Saint confessing (in this timeline))

[sylenth-l]

I apologize for my horrible sense of humor

[thefirstknife]

Some lore tabs that killed me dead and I'll never recover from them. Seasonal gauntlets are about Zavala realising and coming to terms with the fact that he is mortal and has mortal pains. Also, finally, the full confirmation that Guardians resume aging when they lose their Light:

He moved his chair back and considered his knee. What had he done to hurt it? He had not exercised yet, he had not gone on his usual patrol… he had done nothing. Why would a knee hurt from doing nothing? The riddle dissolved. He was starting to age.

But also:

He allows a hand to rest on his aching knee. To venerate it. He feels it solid under his palm. It is his, it is real, it is both portentous and precious. He is aging. He will age. An absurd and joyous thought warms in his chest: how fortunate, to have lived long enough to grow old. How invaluable, to make the space between himself and the horizon matter. How much time is left? And is it best spent with his knees under a desk?

Genuinely crying over this. How fortunate to live long enough to grow old. Man. Also at the end he asks for a break for one week and Ikora offers him two weeks.

The next one just... I have no words. It has to be read in full. It's about Saint going through it, having memories of his past and also dealing with the guilt with what's happening to Mithrax. Truly every sentence in this one is a gutpunch all the way to the end. Excerpts:

The hum of activity was overpowering yet reassuring to Saint-14 as he stopped to watch an older Eliksni expertly weave fabric on a well-worn loom. The woven symbols were unique and unfamiliar to the Exo, but he watched in awe as an iridescent glow emerged within the vibrant cerulean cloth. Fit for a Kell, Saint mused to himself— Breath caught in his throat; hands shook— Flashes of memory echoed in his mind. All he could feel in this moment… was shame.

Saint remembering his crimes against the Eliksni and feeling shame.

He hurried past the weaver and through the crowd, landing squarely in front of a tea stand, a sample placed in his hand before he could open his mouth to refuse. He looked down. The opaque liquid steamed in his cup, pungent and medicinal. Like distilled Darkness, Saint realized— Breath caught in his throat; hands shook— Flashes of memory filled his sight. All he could feel in this moment… was sadness.

Tea reminded him of all the stuff with Osiris and he is not processing it well. I say excerpts but I have to put the rest entirely because like. Okay.

Saint placed his favorite keepsake, a small stuffed bear, on the Kell's throne. Gently, he adjusted the lavender ribbon at its neck; the crisp satin sat in stark contrast to the bear's hazy black eyes, to its slightly worn ear and well-loved fur. A gift, once a comfort to a child of the City. A gift, once a comfort to Saint in the face of loss, in the face of— Breath caught in his throat; hands shook— Flashes of memory swelled in his heart. Osiris. His strong laugh. His deep, soulful eyes. The warmth of his smile. Of his touch. Memories of comfort, but all he could feel in this moment… was guilt. Intense and overwhelming, like daggers cutting through him, sharpness bleeding through sweetness. Saint breathed deeply and stared at the medical equipment around the empty throne before him. "The cost of my joy," Saint whispered, and he wept.

He has a teddy bear. He once gave it to a child, but someone returned it to him when he was grieving about Osiris, to comfort him, and he'd kept it. And he put it on Mithrax's throne because he feels guilt that Mithrax is suffering because he helped him and Osiris.

I'm ending it all.

[astraldrake]

presented for your amusement: the world’s tiniest osiris, from memory.

[stoshasaurus]

hello again. did some studies of the old man.

Day 1

Day 2

First drawing of each day was made with a reference, the following were made without references. You can. Kinda tell the different lmfao. It’s awful.

Gotta be honest, I’ve never been happy with how I’ve drawn him. Doing these studies should help me draw him in a way that’s more accurate and appealing to my own eye. He’s looking better already. Use references, folks. That’s all I have to say.