#destiny 2 curse of osiris

[tsukikoarya]

a little crossover between FFXIV and Destiny. It isn't finished and wont be in a long time.

[flowers-of-io]

@hiseumingo's Ikora Week day 2: Memorable Moments / Wisdom

After Panoptes is destroyed, after the timeline is saved, Ikora and Osiris stand face to face on the sands of Mercury.

She has played this moment in her head hundreds of times. Curse her wandering mind, perhaps, or her bleeding heart; never once has it done her well to overthink, and there is nothing she has thought about more than the freeze-frame of Osiris on the steps of his jumpship, fifty-seven years, four months and twenty-two days ago.

There were countless fantasies she's had of their reunion. In some, she was angry; in others she was sad and apologetic, and in others yet it was Osiris who would come back cowering and repentant. These last ones were the least believable, Ikora knew. But they still felt more real than the alternative--the unthinkability of Never, the emptiness of his hangar bay and a severed threat with no closure.

The mind is a little like the Infinite Forest, she thinks idly. Making up possibilities. It is so easy to get lost in there.

She braves Osiris' appraising look, notes the twitch of his cheek and the slight pull of his eyebrows. To know one is to see them for what they really are, Pujari said to her once. She could read Osiris' expression faultlessly from all the way across the room.

"You've grown," he says in that gruff, annoying, familiar voice.

Ikora takes a shaky breath and what falls out of her mouth is a clumsy "You're still just as old."

Osiris meets her eyes, and laughs. It is a sharp, loud bark--and then he keeps on laughing, heartily and brightly, and the spell is broken and Ikora thinks--as she starts laughing too, tears prickling under her eyelids, she thinks--that this is the one single version of this moment she has never imagined.

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Pōhutukaryl Cosplay as Sagira: original human design Destiny 2

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[brontios-helm]

Destiny 2: And The Universe Watches Us With Envious Eyes

[098765zzzzzz]

the fact i can’t go back and play so much of destiny2’s story makes me so sad

[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.

[vulshokbersrker]

View the beauty of Mercury before the Vex turned it into a machine. Step into the Infinite Forest to see Mercury's past. A Garden world when the Traveler was terraforming the planet.

[ahamkara-apologist]

yeah cayde is/was SUPER depressed. dude just kept losing people and even at the very end of it all he lost the one who was there with him the whole way. though the fact that he has tripmine grenades and a travelers chosen-ified ace of spades makes me hope sundance is back... and if she's back, maybe sagira? bungie? please? torment us with her presence while Osiris is kept from seeing her because he has to protect everyone

Yeah that's what I thought, he went to acceptance way too quickly in his last stand to NOT be depressed- or at least very very tired of continuing on like this. Something that I think people forget about his final stand is that its clear he wanted to go out on his own terms and that I don't think he would have wanted to live without Sundance. It would have been living hell for him- better to get Uldren to shoot him and just be done with it

I rlly hope that Sagira comes back just to at least tell us to tell Osiris that she loves him, but seeing how Cayde is directly imbued with light, I'm not sure anymore 😭 why need a ghost when you can get Light directly from the source, after all? I'm hoping that I'm wrong but it wouldn't surprise me if Sagira gets forgotten about or not prioritized with Bungie's two favorite Special Bois (Crow and Cayde) occupying so much space in the narrative

[l3rking]

Destiny 2 // Mercury

[aerista]

in other news, i fucking miss sagira

[archivists-trove]

Final Rest - Deep within the infinite forest.

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[brontios-helm]

Destiny 2: The Gateway

[098765zzzzzz]

we are dragged out by saint-14(the one from are own timeline) having been revealed to have not died,

and therefore the saint is with us for the events of forsaken. cade-6 never dies however uldren and fikrul are also still alive (they become this timelines house of salvation, with help from the queen)

forge doesn’t change

the drifter mostly continues as normal but without the loss of cade-6 gambit never gains the large following it has and thus the drifter isn’t as well prepared, meaning he leaves the system in the middle of season of arrivals.

it takes a lot longer to deal with the events of shadow keep because of in-fighting between eris morn and cade-6, nezarec is able to manifest some form of influence over anyone near luna

the drifter’s part in beyond light was cut anyway, so it doesn’t matter he’s not there

rivan never dies, so the curse on the dreaming city never occurs and Savathûn isn’t able to build enough power to break free from the witness, the events of the witch queen never come to pass

at the end of the final shape it’s revealed that we never left the infinite forest and we have to do it all again