#o14 week

[hyakunana]

"Another disturbing dream, my love...?"

My contribution for the O14 Week 2022 (what a timing btw!) hosted by @atmosfioric

[wivensbane]

“But there is one where Osiris finds happiness. He finds a time away from strife. He finds Saint— a dream of warm serenity. The peace to his purpose. With Saint, there is a future that could have been enough.”

[tal-luress]

O14 Week Day 2 - Home

I did this pottery painting a couple months ago and have been waiting for this week to share! Very happy with how it turned out, it can be Very Difficult to tell how something is going to look before it is fired 🐦🕊️

[zalia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Osiris/Saint-14 (Destiny) Characters: Osiris (Destiny), Saint-14 (Destiny), Felwinter (Destiny), Tallulah Fairwind Additional Tags: Angst, Getting Together, Misunderstandings, Affection, Gift Giving, Neurodiversity, Mental Health Issues, Relationship Discussions, Mentor/Protégé, Friendship, Developing Relationship, Exhaustion, Confusion, Happy Ending, Finger kissing, Self-Hatred Summary:

“He has eyes for you, Osiris,” Felwinter says.

  Saint has been bringing Osiris food and little gifts, but this is surely something that Saint does for everyone, or maybe a sign that the Titan pities him.

Or perhaps a sign that Osiris is allowing his fear to overwhelm his judgement.

[alfheimr]

vocaloid magnet old man yaoi edition + some saints

[exotic-inquiry]

My most beloved boi<33 he’s so pretty

Guess who chose to forgo sleep and play 8 hrs of destiny straight just so I could record this seasons cutscenes before the game goes down for maintenance? what a way to spend my day off.. I have regrets, although knowing me this was inevitable.

[polux-aka-hyakunana]

Dec. 4th - on my main account @hyakunana

[luvyeni]

𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ! 𓂃 ㅤ박성훈 ㅤㅤ

ㅤ୨ৎ no one in your friend group couldn't understand why you and sunghoon stopped being friends after freshman year of college; they all chalked it up as for reasons only you and he knew about , you and sunghoon couldnt get along, and when he threatened to tell your brother something your deepest darkest secret you called him a virgin who couldn't read to your 24k fans and the name spread throughout the campus…

or in which ‧ a year later sunghoon still holds your secret over your head , claiming “future blackmailing” but that's just easier to explain why he's your number one viewer or why he even hated you in the first place …

starring … park sunghoon ‧ female reader

genre. friends to enemies to lovers,written + smau, they hate each other but thinks the other is hot

general warnings◞  mature content, jokes amongst friends not meant for social settings, alcohol usage, drug usage, jake x reader sometimes more tba …

playlist ... slow down chase atlantic collide justine skye nobody gets me sza killin' me good jihyo oh my god g-idle

featuring … enhypen all loossemble yeojin kiss of life natty stayc yoon

status: on going updates: everyday released date: nov. 8

taglist. open — just ask to be added to taglist ends when smau starts !!!

PROFILES ! sugarbabies!! | average drug users activities!!

CHAPTERS ╱

OOO. INTRO: a year ago ...

OO1. a year later …

OO2. so fucking crazy …

OO3. very fucking funny 🙄 …

OO4. get over it …

OO5. evil ingrate …

OO6. academicallye challenged …

OO7. close proximity …

OO8. i put it on jakes life …

OO9. girls… tell us …

O10. too soon 😔 …

O11. here with you …

O12. horrible, so are you …

O13. that’s a lot 😳 …

O14. 35% pity points …

O15. mina? mina who??

O16. im calm …

O17. forgive me??

O18. love ??

O19. cabin fever …

O20. winter extravaganza ❄️ …

O21. minas pov …

O22. after math …

O23. fix this …

O24. a week later …

O25. og crash out …

O26. she got him 😔 …

O27. blind …

O28. our family 😭 ...

O29. i hate it ...

O30. i fear he is …

O31. im helpless …

O32. tell me princess …

O33. he’s mine 💗 …

O34. he’s a demon …

O35. matching set and kidnapping ...

©LUVYENI translations to other sites prohibited, reblogs are appreciated but not forced !

[emmster]

Remind me to never do 7 pages in a week.

Anyways here’s Osiris and Sagira finally. And a little bit of a hint of O14. Hehe

[telestoapologist]

https://www.tumblr.com/theoldgaylion/742845302778789888?source=share sorry for bothering you, but i was wondering if you could tell me from which conversation are these lines from because i don't remember them and im curious, thank you 🙏🏻🙏🏻

ahh dw ur not a bother at all! sorry for not getting to you sooner!! ;;'

soooo the first convo happens between saint and osiris after we complete the downfall mission in lightfall + witness the cutscene where caiatl talks further about her father's corrupted nature and what will become of our world if we don't put a stop to it. here's a link to the bit from a full playthrough by esoterickk! 👍

second dialogue bit happens during week six of the veil containment mission! here's the full entry from another vid from esoterickk that contains all of the logs in order. 👉👉

also, here's an extra bit of heartbreaking dialogue for u from week 3 of VC after nimbus asks osiris if he's ok :') like u can definitely tell these logs are starting to get to him and he's got the experience AND self awareness to recognize that.

i think the parallels between o14 and chiomaya are both interesting and absolutely heartbreaking. while it's great that osiris was able to steer himself off his obsessive path before it became truly destructive, it's still awful to hear about what chioma went through, how things kept getting progressively worse to the point to where it wasn't about "supporting maya and seeing the big picture" anymore, IT WAS ABOUT KEEPING HER LOVER SAFE AND BY HER SIDE NO MATTER WHAT AND HOW SHE DOESN'T FEEL CONNECTED/LOVED ANYMORE!!! ADFGHGTRERFGBGFFGB

[a-driftamongopenstars]

a coin falls; o14 ficlet

as usual, coping with this week's angst with some... more angst :D spoilers for this week, obviously! also on ao3

For the longest time Osiris and Saint have been on either side of the coin. The pariah and the saint. The multitude and the singular. The phoenix and the pigeon. So different, yet pulled towards each other by the gravity of affection and fate.

Osiris has always known what it is like to be torn apart by time into pieces. Dozens, hundreds of him traversed the Infinite Forest, but all were a part of him. His words of wisdom are barely words of comfort for Saint now, who is many, who is scattered across time, who is dead, alive, dead again.

The pain of seeing Saint's conflicted eyes, the tremble of his voice as he asked the questions he could never wish to have an answer for.

Osiris closes his eyes, wishing away the painful visage of his Titan, pulling back in fonder memories in which both may yet find solace.

Instead of the firsts, Osiris focuses on the many that came after. The quiet nights spent side by side in Osiris' study, the trips all over Earth. The many days that Saint has spent, attending to Osiris in his coma.

It almost seems ridiculous to doubt that they wouldn't pull through this obstacle, too.

Osiris' blood rises in anger. Not at Saint, no. But at the Conductor, whose intentions, so unclear and questionable, already orchestrate a terrible bout of pain and sow the seeds of discord.

Worst of all, Osiris is unsure of what to do. He always relies on a plan, even if it has been concocted in the few minutes of the mission. Knowledge has always been his foundation, his guide, his key to any solution. To not know, to be unsure, leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

He clenches his trembling fingers into a fist. Light would not pool there, not anymore, but Strand would. And when the chance opens an opportunity, he will make sure to strike it into the very heart of the Conductor, for his own heart has been hurt.

His Saint's heart was hurt.

[kb1301]

I need a quick O14 fic so I've made this.

Holding the Sunrise

The soft murmurs of slumber echoed quietly in the bedroom. The rise and fall of Osiris’ chest were accompanied by his constant erratic shifting. He rarely dreamed this apparent, mostly having slept with the vagueness of his subconscious or a sleep devoid of it. And yet the faint and distant nightmares of his body’s dispossession were recalling to him in his sleep. A mind locked out of its own vessel. It was nothing but a distant memory and yet the aftershocks were palpable.

His body twisted and turned, his face contorted as if he winced and grimaced at what his mind was comprehending for him. He’d mutter “No… not again” repeatedly, trying to escape the thought of Savathûn, the Witch-Queen herself.

Before anything could get worse, a large hand came along the Warlock’s shoulder, rustling it gently to get him out of his nightmarish stupor.

“Osiris, wake up!” The synthetic voice of Saint-14 was one of worry and care, his purple optics stared at his partner concernedly. He was sleeping alongside him, letting his internals and functioning rest from yesterday’s activities.

“My Phoenix, please.” He resumed to nudge Osiris, getting him to awaken completely. His face shifted to complete concern, hearing each and every grunt and pained sound from the Phoenix. Alongside it, his optics gazed at the way his eyebrows wrinkled or how his jaw churned.

The Exo knew this occurrence often. In a frequency between one to two weeks, he’d face Osiris’ problem twice. He wasn’t always prepared, but his senses were tuned enough to know when it would happen. The most that he could do was to console him, to soothe him, to hug him and hold him closely as if to never let go.

Saint’s nudging and rustling came to bear fruit as Osiris woke up wide-eyed and his mouth gaped in shock. “I…” He was catching his breath, the beating heart inside him drumming at a great pace. And without hesitation, Saint grabbed his partner and embraced him deeply, his grey metal arms and hands already enveloping the smaller frame of the Warlock. The large hands rubbed the back of Osiris’s bed robes, seeking to comfort and soothe him out of it.

“I’m here Phoenix. As always.” Saint held onto him dearly, whispering comforting words to his ears as he made sure to relax Osiris. His partner could only return the favor physically, having his own arms and hands encircle the Titan, feeling the fabric of the clothes he wore to sleep and the smooth metal plating beneath. He placed his head near the larger man’s chest, hearing the faint workings of the Exo’s body from it.

“Thank you dear.” A faint smile made contact with Saint’s chest, and he noticed it well. He could feel the slow rush of calm from his Warlock again, letting out a robotic sigh of relief. “I thought I’d lose you again Saint. To have my mind broken and locked out of it… it scares me.”

“You need not be scared love. I am here, you will not lose me,” Saint’s hand cupped Osiris’s cheek, turning him away to face each other. “And I won’t lose you too.” He leaned close and moved his mouth to Osiris’s forehead, kissing it gently.

Osiris’ tense shoulders relaxed at the kiss, smiling one more time. “I know, Pigeon. I thank you for that.”

Saint guffawed at the affectionate nickname he’s been called over and over before pulling him close again and letting them fall together to the pillows behind them. “I will have to keep you close then.”

“You—“ Osiris wasn’t able to act at all as he was attacked with an affection that grew with time. He was embraced deeply, held onto tightly, kissed on the neck and on the cheeks on his lips. They laughed together as the feelings of earlier discomfort faded away into nothing, replaced by love and affection and the sweetness of the morning.

Cool wind flowed through the curtains of their bedroom and the remnants of dark blue from the horizon faded as the glimpse of the sun rising hit them. They lounged on their bed together, keeping each other close, holding their hands together as they began to recount what has transpired for them in the past few days. This was their moment of relaxation, of intimacy, of togetherness. And they will cherish it all.

[crow-posting]

Thoughts on "Echoes" (Weeks 1-3):

While I'm still hopeful the Vex will be the BBEGs after Final Shape, "Echoes" [so far] feels like just another conclusion. Like we're cleaning house /dealing with aftershocks rather than going into Phase 2 of a boss fight. I do like how the Vex are named (first Greek myths, now musical terms) but nothing else really piques my interest. Saint and Failsafe are the main reasons I'm putting up with Osiris's constant yapping*, but it's wearing thin real quick and idk how long I'll last through the rest of the season. *Again, I like O14, but Osiris by himself is unbearable.

I have Specific Thoughts™ on Week 4 [aka this week] but I did promise to wait a week before yelling about it. Here's the non-spoiler reaction:

[jadevalentine-writes]

WIP Wednesday: O14 February YOTP Prompt

“I miss you.”

Osiris’s voice crackled from Geppetto’s audio feed in the dark of the bedroom. Saint was laying in the bed - their bed - cradling his Ghost on his chest. The other side of the bed was empty and cold. 

“I miss you,” the Exo replied, his voice a low rumble. He stroked the side of Geppetto’s shell and conjured an image of Osiris in his mind. “I wish I could see you.”

Osiris’s chuckle crackled across the millions of miles between them. “I barely have funding for basic supplies. You know as well as I that the Vanguard would not allow me to borrow something as useful as a holoprojector.” 

“Ah, I know,” Saint grumbled. “It would probably be cumbersome as well, with how often you move.”

“Exactly. Each day, the Venusian sea ocean rises and threatens to wipe out mysteries yet uncovered. I’m racing against time everyday.” A static-filled pause. “But it’s well worth it. Each day passed here is one more closer to coming home.” 

Saint shifted in the bed, his left hand reaching absently into the void at his left as though he could manifest Osiris there if he only tried hard enough. 

“And when will that be, my love? You’ve been gone long enough already.” Saint could not keep the edge of longing out of his voice. 

It had been too long, if Saint was being truthful. It was not often that Osiris was the first to admit aloud that he missed Saint, though the near daily letters and poems Saint woke to assured the Titan that his Phoenix missed him terribly. Still, it was against Osiris’s carefully maintained control to let it be known verbally, as though speaking it brought about some unseen risk that the written word did not. The fact that he did just supported that Osiris had been away, had been alone, for too long. 

Static filled the bedroom, but Saint thought he caught a faint sigh before Osiris responded. 

“Another week, at least, but no longer than that.”

“Promise?” Saint asked, daring to let the smallest amount of hope color his voice. 

“...yes?” When Saint sighs heavily, Osiris quickly amended. “Yes. I will be home in a week or less.”

“I will hold you to it, Warlock.”

“Or what?” Osiris’s voice lifted in what Saint could imagine as a smug yet challenging smile. “Is there a punishment for being late?” 

Saint knew when he was being baited. Usually he would indulge Osiris in this little game which would inevitably end with them both executing a much needed stress relief function. Unfortunately, the mix of exhaustion, irritation, and pinch of hopelessness overrode Saint’s desire to masturbate when his lover was on an entirely different planet. 

“Just come home soon, my bird. I love you.”

“I love you…goodnight, Saint.”

“Goodnight.”

The connection fell to static and then silence. Geppetto’s iris blinked to life and she slowly floated off Saint’s chest. He smiled at her and ran an index finger slowly across her vertical point. 

“Thank you, Little Light. I know it takes a lot to maintain the connection for that long.”

Her response was a silent nuzzle into his palm. 

“Rest well,” Saint said softly as he laid her on the empty pillow next to him. He watched her iris dim and then close before he settled fully into bed. He stared at the ceiling and felt that Osiris was likely doing the same, though it was near dawn on Venus. No matter. Soon his bird would be back and their nest would be completed once more. 

[hyakunana]

"You have never practiced patience, but hold on a few moments more."

[guavi]

Bring him home.