We hit 50 y’all so here’s my son
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Osiris/Saint-14 (Destiny) Characters: Saint-14 (Destiny), Osiris (Destiny) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Touch-Starved, Grief/Mourning, First Kiss, Self-Destructive Tendencies, Caretaking, Trauma, Comfort, Trauma Recovery, Loss, slow-developing relationship, not in the fic but like in universe, Sometimes New Trauma Reignites Old Trauma!! Summary:
Sometimes you need to be with the only person you’d feel safe to break down around, even if you never have. In the immediate wake of Sagira’s death, Osiris comes to find Saint in the City. POV Saint-14.
wrote this because i made a fic-writing pact with @hencegoodfortune
i have never destined a knee in my life but i am care about sad bird boys
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Saint had never thought the sight of Osiris would strike dread into his heart. But there was something completely wrong with the sharp-soft-fluid outline of his gleaming helm, his cowl’s feathery tresses and the flowing robes. His posture remained as impeccable as always as he strode through the echoing Tower hangar. Yet something troubled the lines of him. It was as if each exposed surface were on the verge of collapsing inward on a vacuum, and the only thing preventing it was the sheer force of his considerable will. Saint had never seen him like this. A cold feeling ran through his body as if injected directly into the ducts of his circulatory ichor.
“Osiris,” he whispered, even though they were not yet within earshot. Saint trotted out on restless feet from the shadow of the Gray Pigeon to meet him. They drew together at the end of the long sun-emblazoned rug that sprawled before his ship. Saint could not help but begin to reach for Osiris, but he stopped when he saw the man’s unresponsive stiffness.
“Hello, Saint,” he said shortly. He crossed his arms. Only a stripe of his upper face showed between his helm and his mask. The lines around his eyes had gone flat and the ones between his brows had deepened.
“What is wrong?”
“Take your pick. This time? The Hive.”
“No. What is wrong?”
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Motherboard by Daft Punk is just retrofuturism elevator music
@metatoshi when you presented your data, I immediately thought of Hexadecimal code. After organizing all your numbers out into [1989 2419 9424 9894 4198 4241 8942], an online converter told me that while there were many characters missing, it gave me this: �$�$��A�BA�B
Do I think this holds meaning? Maybe, but I see little evidence to say anything. It could be another type of number cipher, or something else entirely. Or nothing at all.
However, something that the original poster and I noticed is that half of each string of numbers is half of the previous string. Example: 1989 goes into 2419, and the cycle continues. The first two digits of each line become the last two digits of the next line, which, could mean that they are all just shifted over strings of the same sequence of numbers.
With that information, I took out all repeats and started from the bottom up, creating this sequence: 89424198942419. With said sequence, you convert it over and it becomes this: �BA��$
Takes out a lot of repeats, huh?
Now, it’s from here I leave it up to the rest of you. I have little idea on where to take this, but take my information and run with it!
This is supposed to be an “art blog”, but I wanted to share my findings because I was very curious. :D
If you guys find anything, let me know! I’ll update if I find anything new. If you guys want to try this out for yourself, go nuts!
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