#Warframe oneshot

[bunnyframerot]

Aoi was curious as to why the Drifter told her to wait aboard the Orbiter, kneeling by the navigation (and the stars! Sol She was IN SPACE!) As her Drifter disappeared off to somewhere.

Then she felt it, the tingling in her limbs, the total lack of control, as she gave it away to the sensation behind her mind. But unlike the Drifter's familiar presence, instead she felt as if she was wrapped in a warm hug.

That was weird. As she thought the presence flinched.

"You're not my Warframe" She furrowed her brows in confusion, as the voice over the transference sounded like their Drifter, just... younger?

"And You're not my Drifter!" The chuckle resonated in her head.

"No, but you probably know me as the Operator" She gasped. "Ooooh I finally get to meet you! I have so many questions to ask!"

"Sure, during a mission? Kneeling on the floor must be uncomfortable" As they spoke her body moved, moving through the solar system in search of something she didn't know. "Fighting and talking? Sounds like fun~"

Picking out the mission did not take long, and until then, they had enough time to talk.

[cephalonprime]

I don't have a name for this yet.

Another Umbra oneshot though! (He is literally my hyperfixation right now. I feel bad for this poor man. Two reasons why I was happy to end Ballas during the New War.)

Umbra x Operator!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: None? I think.

Enjoy!

Your tender words and gentle touch created a surge of warmth that radiated through Umbra's frame. It was as if a dormant circuit had suddenly been activated, sparking new life into his otherwise stagnant existence.

Your praise served as a balm to his wounded spirit, soothing the raw edges of his tormented past. For a moment, Umbra allowed himself to believe that perhaps he wasn't entirely worthless—that maybe he could still serve a purpose beyond mere combat.

The caress along his damaged helmet stirred something within him—something primal yet distant, buried deep beneath layers upon layers of pain and regret. Despite everything, despite all odds, you saw value in him; you saw worth where none existed before.

And for that small gesture alone, Umbra found himself inexplicably drawn towards you—towards this strange person who held such power over his emotions.

The Tenno smiled softly as they looked into Umbra's eye. "I'm glad I met you, Umbra." They said softly.

Caught off guard, Umbra stood motionless for a fraction of a second before unexpectedly giving you a hug. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer against the hard contours of his armored form.

The warmth of your body seeped into his metal shell, providing a stark contrast to the icy void that had been his reality until now. In your arms, Umbra felt... alive. Alive and cherished—not just a tool or a weapon, but someone worthy of love and respect.

In that moment, standing amidst the chaos of battle, Umbra realized something profound—he didn't want to let go. Not ever.

___________________________________________

I know these aren't very long, but do these need to be long to enjoy them? Anyway, hope you liked this!

Seems a lot longer when writing them.

[masters-of-void]

Arthur once asked why Drifter called this timeloop "The Loop" and the one in Duviri "The Spiral." He'd cracked open another beer and then sat back as the messages poured in.

The spiral was me being pulled down into a hole so deep, I couldn't climb my way back out, reliving the worst days of my life, over and over. Thrax watching to see how far I could get before he dragged me right back. In the loop here though? We'll have bad days. Bad years. It'll be hard. But we have the chance to relive our happiest memories and greatest victories, too. We get to figure out what works and KEEP it that way. This is a circle, Arthur — a steady course. Not a black hole.

He put the drink aside.

Sol and Lua both damn him, this mission would surely be his ruin. But until then, he would fight tooth and sword to see it Drifter's way first.

[kaiserouo]

operator is good at treating ptsd (umbra) so they can also handle ordan karris right????

i need ordan karris in my orbiter.

(he can't because they're literally the same being)

[monarisse]

— The Hex paradox [arthur nightingale x gn!drifter]

Arthur asks, why are you still here.

You can't believe that he thinks you see them as pets.

SFW, second pov, hurt/comfort, misunderstanding, angst with a happy ending | 3.6k

ao3

There is a flex of a hand — meat under the skin is terribly tense, just like their owner. Long unclipped nails, map of the old scars with pigment just a little bit lighter than everything else. Further: burn, raw marks from laser. Further: a contaminated virus from the elder beast of Deimos. Further-

This is just a body that holds your consciousness when there are no more metallic constructs of dead people that should be controlled. It was... actually, not so horrible to unfold the truth behind the creations of Ballas. Or others. There was always something more than you in these turned-to-be-bones metallic wires and engines. Always lurking in shadow; just not enough to be found, but enough to feel the sudden twitch of a cobalt fingers or unknown step of feet. Sometimes, even more: dance with a weapon, full of joy; murmur in an unknown language; search for something behind the back. Unnecessary. Unasked. Unprovoked. But... familiar, almost to the pain in your drifting mind.

It's ironic — that they all called you The Drifter. Not The Operator — not anymore, at least. Even if there was someone, in this time of the universe, who would gladly use this title on you, it would not be the truth. And you will not allow it. Hundreds of years after all of this, there would be a child with angry eyes and a thirst for power, who changed too much and too little to be completely you again. So you give them the future and keep yourself in the past — it seems right. Especially because (it's ill-fitting, it's wrong, and it's foolish, but deep down it's what makes them and you one person), The Operator can't travel here. They ask in rare times together how it was.

And for you, it's never "was." It's still here.

———

After winter, spring and summer together, they became steadier, softer. Smoother. Happier. Amir sleeps better. Angered only by some unnecessary presence before, now Quincy finds serenity, covering your back on missions. Aoi plays on the borrowed piano from the music store, and Eleanor whispers in your mind stories that she read in the past about Great Britain. Sharpened on the edges Lettie, today holds her hand to yours, so her beasts could crawl on the skin of this body with hushed squeaks, smelling with their little noses acid and kerosene, that scaldra pours on you every day. Lettie clicks her tongue in disappointment when she sees a new wound on the meat of shoulder — because in this body you can't heal as fast as they, and it's hypocritical to come out of frame when they're — the Mighty Hex, batch of soldiers of the future, your Friends, in the end — still here. And-

It's so. Fucking. Funny. A snicker falls from your lips before you can stop it.

Lettie furrows her eyebrows. In her eyes — something eats the previous light joke and fills it with thick tension.

"What did he do?" Anita squeaks, runs to her siblings, and you just blink.

"Who?"

Oh, it's not a secret. You... can guess who she talks about. And Lettie knows it.

"¡Pendejo! You know who. Don't play an owl with me."

Sharp teeth of the future crash into each other. Smile on these lips — sugary sweet from lies. This is not something new. How many people "The Great Hero" of the New War has deceived around the years of the Narmer regime?

"Nothing. Why you-"

She smacks your arm.

"Shut up. Don't want to hear your explanations. His brooding takes its toll on you," she painstakingly cleans her fingers from void-touched blood. From all of them, Eleanor is one who can feel lies, but Leticia is... another deal. She doesn't have the need to hear your thoughts. Magic of doctors, you guess.

It's strange that she cares about you. After all, these six are a team. And the seventh angle doesn't belong in the hexagon, even if it forces itself inside.

But, for Lettie, you let it slide. Hold her palm in yours and blink a little bit slower.

"I take care of that. Promise"

———

You know it — even too much of something good can be poisonous. Like trivia: this body was not ready for the delicious food that they have here, so on one night with beer and Hex you threw up in the bathroom on the second floor. But... Compare this and... your genuine worry for Nightingale seems like a wrong play of komi, where no one could win.

Worse: you remember Umbra. His blind eye and this wordless trust between him and The Operator. This wordless care that travels with them everywhere. How could you not feel envy when this child not only found the way from Zariman 10-0, but even saved the frame that could think without Tenno? Well, now you have protoframes. They joke with you in their bones, and they help you when it becomes unbearable — this world, this time, this loop. So why, when you stretch out your hand only how you can, it turns out... It is too much. Or too little.

And... what even happens in this thick skull of his, when he abruptly leaves a conversation on KIM, then agrees on Amir's play and, after... drowns you in questions?

Broadsword

So what is it? Pity? Or are you stupid as well as crazy?

Broadsword

Stop dodging! Why. Are. You. Still. Here?!

There is a reminiscence of a dull ache from Duviri. Another swing of an axe above the head. Endless swirl of colors. And buzzing in the skull. This body trembles, unable to comprehend all emotions from a feverish mind, and you pull your hand to clean your face from... something. Anything.

How could he even ask this shit? Like you some bystander that already left them after a week of knowing, just to start a new adventure far far away. Like you didn't search abandoned markets for his favorite beer, didn't bring special ammunition to Quincy, didn't practice with Aoi and Amir on the transmission of intel. Just some guest, not important to add in their ranks.

Nidus quietly shrieks when you transfer back to him. It is something of a habit. You can't even feel the exact moment when his broad frame already exits the backroom, too busy with boiling emotions inside your mind (the biggest question there: what if Kid would be able to help them without this mess of emotions. What if Hex liked the Operator more?).

Höllvania Central Mall never sleeps. Especially now, when there are not seven, but many more breathing shadows waiting for the other day to live, so... It is a little bit of awakening — see disbelief and caution in the eyes of bystanders when the form of Nidus makes his way from the second floor to the first in one jump. But still not enough to stop the heavy steps of the infested frame.

He's in his usual spot, crouched between some ammo for his rifle and computer, and Arthur... seems a little bit surprised. Like it wasn't you who he wrote just seconds ago.

Pity. He called your carefully crafted relationships with the Hex "pity." And you, yourself: crazy and stupid.

"You could just-" There is something more behind his dazed expression, some dark undertone, but it is not about him. Not anymore.

"How could you," Nidus freezes like a mannequin in the doorframe. This body constructs itself right against Nightingale; scarred fingers cling to his shoulder to feel something else beside the usual eerie words of KIM-messages and hushed phrases under the sick sky. His brows rise up even more now, "How could you even think of something like that!"

Arthur's lips twitch.

Prince of fire Lodun, in all his ugly glory, paints your mind with blood and red.

"It's bothering me already enough time to just let it slide," his words twist something in the pit of your stomach, and Lodun's voice screeches somewhere around the frontal lobe. He shouldn't say such words to you. It is blasphemy. Lie. His hand rips your own from himself almost like you hurt him, and the scar around the palm that he left you with starts to pulsate, "You walk around the Mall like everything is okay and we're not just some dead meat to your future."

He is poisonous. Some sort of divine punishment for you, as if you didn't suffer enough for years and years of survival. There are no more light jokes, no more strange, vigorous words with the undertone of something bigger. Only a stern glance on this body.

Prince Lodun fist his finger and crack another hole in your mind walls.

Body of the Drifter winces.

"Are you fucking kidding?" teeth clacks. The jaw's strained to its limit. All of this time together, just drained in the sink, "What do you think? That I stayed here just to forget about you all in the next minute?"

He doesn't need to say it aloud. The answer is written on his face already, and it's making Lodun more loud in your mind.

"How many times have you already done that?"

Lodun roars. This head is pounding.

"What?!"

It's unbelievable. He looks at you with such a sardonic expression, as if he knows that you did something so bad that you even can't stand with him in one room, and... you want to go right in his head to fucking show Arthur how terribly wrong he is.

The worst of all: he keeps going.

"It's convenient, isn't it? To play "friends" with people you can just leave behind," his grip tightens, and Arthur steps forward. A little more and it would become a fight.

You hold back. Just a little bit, but the patience in this body already wears itself.

"So that's what's stuck in your head?" You snarl, "Not bad enough, don't you think?" One step to him, and you feel — one more, and you can crash in his metallic chest. Eyes squint, "Make me a villain more, why not? Maybe I should take control of one of you and dispose of everyone else, huh?" Luscinia weeps in the corner of your mind with these harsh words, but you are unable to hear her — spiral of Loduns anger in its all-power captured you. There is something of a hurt in Arthur's face. But you only use his own method on him. It's almost like he didn't think of this — that you could use his friends against him or even make him a bystander in the nonexistent massacre.

"You can," his voice drops lower. Grip tightens even more — soon bones in this body would be broken by his fingers. "So I advise you to stop pretending like we're important to you," Nightingale bends his head, and you can see the hues of his blind eye for the first time, "and put us all out of this misery."

You're tugging this hand away — alas, it's not working, and a wave of dull pain passes through the body. He never thought that it was as hard for you as for them.

Luscinia crying. The Sorrowful Soprano of Duviri weeping like a mother who lost something too precious for her, and with Loduns anger, it's too much to feel in one moment. Your mind makes itself the battleground of the old Tales.

You want to say: maybe you're right.

You want to say: maybe I should just leave things like they are.

But... the Hex already made themselves important for you. So much that you gladly would stay here forever, with this ancient technology and people of the past. The Operator has their people. Why shouldn't you have yours?

You take a deep breath. Close tired eyes.

"If you think that I should go, I'll do it." There is something too heavy in these words, so you can't raise this head anymore, with your gaze a little bit blurry. Not from tears, "You all became too important for me, so if it would be better for Hex, I'll be gone to my time."

You know: without you, they will all be dead in the New Year of 1999. The reactor will blow up, and Arthur will bleed on the floor of the radiated room, near the bodies of Aoi and Amir.

And you can just feel the power of Spiral, to send it all back in January, to start again.

"Don't make yourself a martyr. You can leave when you want."

That's it.

You snap.

"My fucking Sol," you twitch this head, "you are as dense as Razorback," Nightingale becomes a little bit puzzled by the unknown comparison, but you continue, "What should I say? "Sorry, Arthur, I stayed here because I know that without me you all will die." Your voice becomes louder and louder; it breaks in some words, and you feel: the dam was broken, "And I developed feelings for you, and all of this embarrassing flirting was so bad because I had never done it before? You know, because I was trapped all of my youth in an endless loop of my own death, and I didn't even think that I could feel something like that"," his grip finally becomes loose, and you break the palm from him, only to point the finger at Arthur, "Everyone knows about it. I thought that you-"

Wait. You thought that he already knew about your feelings for him — it was so obvious that Eleanor even asked you not to think about her brother on united missions. But... You shut this mouth and looked at Arthur. He's... flagger-basted. No more anger in his eyes, only genuine surprise, and — worst of all — he continues to keep silent.

"Great," you roll this eyes. Fuck it. Maybe he knew, just feelings weren't mutual, and Nightingale didn't acknowledge it, to leave things as they were. But now you spelled it all aloud, and there is only one way to turn it back. Maybe... no. You don't want it.

Sol, you should just go to the backroom and decay in some corner.

You take a deep breath.

"I'll be going to throw up somewhere on the second floor from embarrassment," you transfer back to Nidus, "don't message me," and head towards the escalator.

Worst: he didn't even stop you.

———

Quincy screams in your comm and it's almost unbearable how he just throws a stash of Scaldra supply on the garage floor, just to head back to civilians in the old supermarket without another word to you.

Blew up the tank without care of flying too far away to not be hurt; melted one of the other stashes; almost got Kalymos dead. You've gone more hectic. But it's still better than lying on a couch with nausea and a sorrowful expression (it's still better than nothing — you remind yourself — you still feel something, and it's better than apathy).

Funny: if the Kid could see you, they would be furious. Throwing some tantrum about how such a mindless thing would wreck you, The Drifter, to some pathetic ordinary human. They were always like this: more hard than you, more prideful. They could chew Arthur's words and twist them so much that the man would not be sure what he even wants anymore. But the Operator is too far away. And you are too arrogant to travel back to them. Lotus would calm you down, embrace you in a motherly hold; however... you don't want it right now. One thing that surely helps: killing. Scaldra or Techrot — doesn't matter.

"I'm worried about you," tells Aoi when the sharp talons of Garuda give her a package full of CDs, "I heard your argument with Arthur." She seems a little bit sheepish, but... you know, that you actually can trust her. Of all Hex, Aoi is the most understandable. You can tell her all your worries, and she wouldn't laugh or write off your feelings. "It's hard with him sometimes, but Arthur cares about us all," of course he is, "you included."

You hum. The sound comes a little bit muffled.

"I'm sure." No, you're not, but there is no need to talk about it right now. Aoi squints her eyes in disbelief. "Sorry, Aoi. It's between me and him and i-"

"Drifter," his voice is too loud in Aoi's lair, but you don't turn to Nightingale. Maybe he will disappear if you don't acknowledge his presence. "We need to talk," Morohoshi shows some kind of gesture that you don't recognize, with her big finger pointed out, and she shakes her head, smiling.

If there were only two of you, you'd find a reason to just vanish in the air.

Damn. Why is it harder than killing an archon with a bow?

"Alright," you sign. Garuda turns around to Excalibur and he is already heading somewhere in an unknown destination.

What does he want to say? That he made a decision to stay with you on friendly terms so that you could save Hex's lives? That he'll save them by himself? Good luck with that. You'll still be here, even if he wants to banish you from others, just not in his line of sight. And when clocks turn 23:56 without catastrophe, you'll let them go and transfer yourself back to Loid, to solve problems of Deimos.

It's some sort of warehouse — you've never been here before, and it's strange how music from the hall becomes only disoriented muffles when Arthur closes the door. You stand a little bit farther from him than usual — not to make yourself comfortable here.

Arthur leans on some kind of cabinet.

Heavy silence falls on you two.

And when you think that this was a bad idea — to come here with him — Arthur starts talking.

"You know that all my life I was a military man," he spins that damn sword — Arthur's voice... not so loud. He speaks almost carefully, like his words already were chosen before this talk, and... you don't know what to think about. Emotion without name, without personification in Tales of Duviri, born in a pit of stomach, "and... I think I was ready to leave some things behind," he's not looking at you; his gaze stops on scratches on the floor, "because there was not enough time, or... I didn't try to understand others more."

You gulp. Garuda's scales tremble.

"And I tend to search for enemies where there aren't any." Finally, Arthur looks at you. There is more than tiredness from endless nights; quiet longing, a hint of uncertainty, something... tender.

He sighs.

"And," Arthur chuckles, and you grit your own teeth, thrashing about to step from Garuda or stay in her bones, "I'm not even entirely human. I mean, look at me," he gestures at the metal skin of his body, "not a usual choice of the mass."

Still, it's better to talk face to face. Especially on topics like that, you make a decision in one moment, to reappear beside him in another.

"Arthur," your own voice strained with hoarse hesitation, "you're a good person. You shouldn't talk about yourself like that." There is a hint of a smile in the corner of his lips, and Arthur blinks a little bit slower.

"You're always saying such things that give me hope." Spinning of his blade comes to an end, and the warehouse becomes more... steady. Peaceful.

Nightingale clears his throat.

"Did you mean it?" comes almost in a whisper, "that you have... feelings. For me."

You tear your gaze from him and put it down, not able to look in his eyes. Yes. It is definitely harder than killing an archon.

Fingers dip in the elbows.

"Yes."

Nothing more. Just a short, clear answer to put any misunderstanding behind.

Remarkably, the stomach stops swirling. All of this body became... calm, like all the worries just disappeared with this one word. Even if Arthur doesn't feel the same, you are glad that you two talked about it. Finally, you can open a new page in-

"It's mutual."

What?

You snap this head to him, and, for the first time in an eternity, you see Arthur smiling. Without some undertone in it, without pressure. Just a clear, happy smile on his scarred face, and you even see some little dimples on his cheeks.

And, maybe it's too early and you should wait some time to do such things, but these hands — your hands — reach out to him, to bury your fingers in his hair and press an uncertain but full-of-burning-emotions kiss to his lips.

It's raw — skin to skin, first too gentle to feel something more than the texture of others, but with every passing moment, all of this bottling adoration for him seeps through the motion. And Arthur answers you, laying his metallic palm in the crook of your neck, to deepen the kiss — he opens his mouth, presses you to himself more, to finally give you something that you wanted too long to confess.

In reality, it's still better than in imagination.

When there is not enough air in your lungs, when your shuddered inhale mixes with his own and both of you break away for a moment, you press your forehead to Arthur's, holding onto his shoulder.

"You know," he starts after a moment of silence, with a voice a little bit rough on the edges. You open your eyes and move your head a little bit to look at him once more. Cold fingers start to play with the strands of your hair. "If someone had told me that I would want to kiss someone from the future who trespassed my mind, I think I would kill them," Arthur breathlessly laughing and-

"Sol, you're unbelievable." You smack his shoulder and move to get out from his grip, but Nightingale presses you even more into himself, and you feel how his laughter starts to seep through your bones.

"You're stuck with me now. No refunds, sweets." Arthur pressed a chaste kiss on the crown of your head, and... you hug him, closing your eyes back.

The Harbinger of Joy, Mathilda, smiles for the first time in what feels like eternity.

[argoncrystal18]

[kivaember]

AO3 links don't work in link posts now rip

Title: anthropomorphism

Rating: T+ (may go up later)

Characters: Excalibur Umbra and Operator 

Tags/CW: Oneshot collection, Additional Tags to be Added, Non-Chronological, Found Family, Space Dad, During Canon, Canon Compliant, Complicated Relationships, Dehumanisation, Unreliable Narrator

Summary:

#2 as humans do: Operator-Child hesitated. Umbra could all but sense the ‘but you’re human too, Umbra’ floating on the tip of their tongue.

or;

A collection of oneshots focused around Excalibur Umbra and the Operator - and their relationship where Warframe and Operator blurs with Grieving Father and Child Soldier.

[ashandshy]

Slow Down!

Warning!Warning!Warning!Warning!Warning!

SPOILERS AHEAD!

THE FOLLOWING FANFIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE LAST MISSION OF WARFRAME 1999, THE REAL ENDING. SO PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE UNLESS YOU HAVE DONE THE QUEST.

[shad0w-elemental]

"oh? you're approaching me?"

[eudico-my-beloved]

lmao for some reason while in void mode i kept getting oneshotted by something and i didnt even have abilites on. now i lost an hours worth of loot (8 toroids)

[does-it-introject]

QUEUE CHECKLIST

[pt: Queue Checklist /end pt]

... will get updated every once in a while! Also hidden below the cut due to the amount of requests!

In the queue waiting is:

Spider Gang (Music Collective)

Silent Hill (Universe)

Helldivers 2

The Magnus Archives

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

DC Cinematic Universe

My Demon (Kdrama)

Needy Streamer Overload

Stardew Valley

Honkai Star Rail

Hellpoint

Alien vs. Predators

Cookie Run (Franchise)

OneShot

Critical Role

Castlevania

Markiplier Cinematic Universe

Gravity Falls

Palworld

Stray Kids (Kpop)

Soul Eater

Bendy And The Ink Machine (Universe)

Shakespeare

Ace Attorney

Kid Icarus

Slimecicle Cinematic Universe

Signalis

LGBTQ+

Kancolle

Loop SMP

Parkour Civilization

Warframe

Jacksepticeye Cinematic Universe

Sherlock BBC

Dimension 20

Friends (/factives, not the show)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)

Tiger X Bunny

Just Shapes And Beats

Puyo Puyo

Tale Of The Nine Tailed

Wuthering Waves

Alter Ego (Mobile Game)

Warhammer

What Remains Of Edith Finch

My Little Pony

Rabbit And Steel

GrayStillPlays

Magic The Gathering

Epic The Musical

Azur Lane

Magical Girl Raising Project

Nevermore (Webtoon)

Destiny 2

Numbers

Remnant II

Vermintide I and II

Mr. Robot

Severance

Sailor Moon

Eddsworld

Kingdom Hearts

Dead By Daylight

Arknights

Kamen Rider

Ni No Kuni

Arrow (TV Show)

Nimona

RWBY

I'm The Grim Reaper (Webtoon)

Welcome To Demon School Iruma-kun! (Mairimashita Iruma-kun)

Call Of Duty

Plants Vs Zombies (Original Game)

#Actually Plural (The Tag)

The Concept Of Math

The Evillious Chronicles

Cry Of Fear

Kingdom Hearts

Family Members

Resident Evil (Franchise)

Lego Ninjago

Five Nights At Freddys (Rerun)

Umbrella Academy

Professor Layton

Helluva Boss

I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

Zenless Zone Zero

JoJos Bizarre Adventure

Steven Universe

Warrior Cats

Fight Club (Rerun)

Bojack Horseman

Battle For Dream Island

Spongebob Squarepants

House MD (Show)

Team Fortress 2

RanFren

Colors

Land Of The Lustrous

NomNomNami Games (Collectively)

Pressure (Roblox)

The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)

The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley (TCOAAL)

Ic3speak (Band)

Baldurs Gate 3

Ensemble Stars / Enstars

Star Wars (Franchise)

Kirby (Franchise)

The Batfam

Tokyo Mew Mew

The Beatles

Osomatsu-san

Undertale AUs (generally)

Apps (like, on the phone)

Welcome Home

Dead Poets Society

Zero Day

Voices Of The World

ContentSMP (by DoctorR4t)

BigTop Burger (Show)

The Hunger Games

Doors (Roblox)

Percy Jackson

Shin Megami Tensei

Lucifer (Show)

[veilantares]

Dark at the End of the Tunnel

Sink into an Anglers grasp in a dream, like the undersea the Night cradles screams

Been inspired by anglerfish recently, so I'm going to try to do at few of these dark background ones back to back and see if I stumble into something new. I noticed I tend to draw characters / mechs / robots in these oneshot illustrations extremely lanky, but I wonder if I made a comic, whether I'd keep these exaggerated proportions - I'm often indecisive about how much mech vs character is in these biomechs, so I usually just don't think about it and draw what feels interesting in the moment.

This gives me a chance to lay down a meandering anecdote - many years ago as a dumb teenager, I'd stay awake every Friday evening / saturday morning till 4 am, hoping to catch my favourite developer, Digital Extremes' weekly devstream. I vividly remember during closed beta in 2012 people would introduce the game as being about futuristic space pirates zipping through corridors - the games fidelity back then was really quite different, one of the early warframes, Ember, even had her whole model redone at one point. Around 2013-2014 ish when I was most excited for these streams, I noticed the games tagline was "ninja's play free", nothing at all to do with pirates - but it was catchy, and you'd see all over in the advertising because of the parkour moves you could pull off in the game were genuinely sick.

Incidentally, both the Defiance MMO (rip) and Destiny 1 (rip) were what warframe tended to be compared to at the time, both released a little after warframes closed beta, neither of which were piratey or ninja-ey , I think probably 80% of the reason for that was that they all had both guns and abilites ... I guess they were also all live services, I don't know if they were called that back then.

Compared to Defiance and Destiny, I was puzzled at what it was about warframes identity that made the aesthetic feel "itself" - and I got my answer on one of those devstreams - the art lead at the time brought out what they called a "faction pitch bible" a one pager showing all the factions they had in the game at the time, each of them with a few lines of flavour text.

What struck me from that faction pitch was that the Tenno / warframes "cyber knight" description was nothing at all to do with pirates or ninjas, it was a third, wholly other thing, and yet by virtue of being first, it might as well have been the "true" description.

But there was another original, even more original than the "true", Warframes predecessor game, Dark Sector, was a spy thriller with biomechanical aesthetics, or perhaps a powered suit superhero series. Would this original, more original than even the initial, not be what it truly was?

I think what my takeaway was from all of these, is that first an foremost, the aesthetic is "itself" rather than any arbitrary descriptors - I enjoy this about my own pieces, that they mostly still feel like they were made by me even if I can't quite categorise them or explain myself. Perhaps I'm happy if the takeaway is "cool mech", "weird robot" or "wacky character" because maybe it's all of those things and even more!

[cephalonprime]

Comfort

Excalibur Umbra x Operator!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Angst? I think.

This is just fluff. I've always felt bad for this poor Warframe and his story and I think he deserves a lot more.

Might edit later on

The Tenno grew worried as the Warframe started to cry, but wasn't able to make any noise. Carefully and slowly, they brought the scarred Warframe into a hug, gently pushing his helmet into their chest as they soothed the pained soul.

As tears streamed silently down the hollow of his helm, Umbra leaned into your comforting embrace. Your gentle pressure against his helmet, your soothing words, they all combined to ease the anguish that had haunted him for so long. In this moment, surrounded by your warmth and understanding, Umbra felt a glimmer of peace—a respite from the eternal torment that plagued his existence. It was a fleeting reprieve, but one that meant the world to him.

With a heavy sigh, he slowly lifted his head from your chest, his gaze meeting yours. In that instant, the depth of his gratitude shone through his single, white eye—a silent thanks for the solace you offered, the compassion you showed to a broken, lost soul.

Umbra remained quiet, his expression a mix of contemplation and lingering sadness. Though the storm of emotions had subsided somewhat, the scars of his past still lingered, etched into the very fabric of his being.

But in your presence, he felt... grounded. Anchored by the connection you two shared, the trust that blossomed between you both despite the vast differences in your forms and fates. With a subtle nod, Umbra acknowledged the unspoken understanding that had grown between you both. It was a fragile thing, perhaps, but it was a start—a foundation upon which they could build something more.

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This is the helmet I was thinking about during the oneshot, so that's why you could see him crying. Also how was my first attempt at a oneshot?

[masters-of-void]

absolutely feral for the christopher story and the implication of drifter's role there if you date eleanor like how tragically poetic!! but also holy fuck how would it ever work, how would she take that step again in this situation when it could turn out exactly the same and potentially infinitely worse

[crazysodomite]

games i like list

Thief: The Dark Project (Thief Gold)

Thief II: The Metal Age

Thief: Deadly Shadows

Hollow Knight/Silksong

Outer Wilds

Nine Sols

Warframe

Katana Zero

Dishonored

Half-Life

Pathologic

System Shock

Bioshock (I only played Bioshock 1)

Return of the Obra Dinn

Celeste

Owlboy

Ori and the Blind Forest/Ori and the Will of the Wisps

Goat Simulator

Everhood

Spore

Fallout (I only gaf about FO1&FNV)

Cave Story

Subnautica

Undertale

Iron Lung

Mirror's Edge

OFF

Lost in Vivo

The Forgotten City

Papers, Please

Misc games I played

Axiom Verge

Stardew Valley

Cuphead

A Hat in Time

MO: Astray (more people need to play this)

Night in the Woods

Dead Cells

Blasphemous

Fran Bow

Hylics

Mouthwashing

Routine Feat

OneShot

Limbo/Inside

Skyrim/Oblivion/Morrowind

among others that I dont rememeeber... i probably dont remember a lot that aren't on steam

[replicafatale]

Love Dagath's lore in Warframe about her being a Dax calvarywoman being betrayed by her ex-lovers... thinking about writing a oneshot with her and another frame but which one... hrrrm