#arthur nightingale warframe

[doggojin]

I blame @gruvu for this for sending me this amazing artwork by @morimhe. Please check it out. My heart can't take this. AND SO IT INSPIRED ME FOR THIS... Somewhere, in some timeline....

[venture-through-the-mist]

Tennotober 2024

My collection of works based on the Tennotober 2024 prompts.

Hi all! I wanted to take part in Tennotober 2024, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to draw 31 art pieces, so I’m doing some fics instead!

The Warframe Tennotober 2024 Prompt List can be found here: https://forums.warframe.com/topic/1412660-official-tennotober-2024-megathread/

Day 26: 1999: Reflections Of A Year, Both Terrible And Not

So many things have gone wrong recently, especially in the past year. Yet, there’s one thing that, despite the odds, hasn’t.

TW: None for this chapter.

With that out of the way, the fic begins under the cut.

It’s been a real shitty year.

That asshole ‘Doctor’—the one he trusted, the one that did this to them—is nowhere to be found, even as everything seems to get worse around them. Scaldra’s becoming bolder by the day, the Infested are, of course, creeping further and further into the city, and to make things worse, this ‘Drifter’ woman has just…appeared.

Of course.

But, to Arthur’s surprise, the Drifter hasn’t actually caused that many problems. She isn’t stupid, and she has a sarcastic streak that gives Quincy a run for his money. She’s weirdly competitive—he tries not to worry about the fact that that could definitely get her killed—, which makes her a good fit amongst the team. She doesn’t seem to know a lot about the world she’s found herself in—he still hasn’t wrapped his head around whatever the fuck a ‘Kaithe’ is, and he isn’t sure he wants to—, but she hasn’t proven to be a liability thus far.

Arthur leans on the wall, watching as the Drifter—Lēna—smirks, shooting a snarky comment to Quincy as he apparently says something. They’re currently placing bets on…something. He isn’t entirely sure what, but it can’t be smart, because Lettie’s pressing her head against her forehead so hard he’s surprised it doesn’t hurt. Amir’s shifting from foot to foot excitedly, watching Aoi swirl a metal ball through the air. He turns his gaze to the Drifter again, noticing her looking around as well. Something flashes in her eyes, and she addresses the group.

“Let’s move this to the furniture store, yeah? Get Eleanor’s opinion before we do something stupid.” Lettie mutters something like ‘This is gonna be stupid either way’, but they leave the arcade, and he follows suit. 

That’s another thing about Lēna, she engages with all of them. It doesn’t seem to matter to her that Eleanor doesn’t go on missions with the rest of them. It doesn’t seem to matter that Quincy’s more of a loner, or that Amir changes topics as quickly as the electricity that darts from his fingers, or that Lettie’s adopted a horde of rats. 

Arthur admires that.

Of course, there’s a little voice in his head telling him that it’ll all backfire somehow. Given how this year has gone, he isn’t entirely ready to write off those thoughts yet. But, as he watches their grins as Amir and Aoi cause a small metallic ball to spark as it flies across the room, as he hears a snort from Quincy and a half-amused, half-irritated groan from Lettie, as he spots a small grin on his sister’s face, Arthur pushes the anxieties down, even for a second. As the clock ticks closer to the new year, he sighs quietly.

Yes, this year’s been absolute shit. Next year probably will be too.

But maybe, eventually, there’ll be a year that won’t be. Maybe he can let himself hope.

If all else fails, they’ll be together, at least.

[owldownag]

this is how Arthur enjoyers sound to me

[karuframe]

Hex goes Gala!

feat. Lettie hoisiting her skirt up to kick ass when nice gala evening eventually turns into a mission

[eleanorgrootch]

Sometimes you gotta take some time to admire your leader's big...assets.

[searyyn]

SQUARE. SPAGHETTI.

[zimzimyanna]

Has anyone ever done this before

[anodesu]

Arthur. Excalibur. Made in Procreate.

[xandyflare]

Saw this on Pinterest. Blacked out for 20 minutes

[boatswainscall]

Said with all of the bravado of a man sitting with his arms crossed and the poutiest >:( face imaginable.

[meatball-soup]

me every night coming home from work and turning on warframe just to chat a few words with the hex

[crimson-hybrid]

KineBasik™ Bicycle 80,000

The last one (for now!) in the DIRECTGIFTZ series. Had this idea around the time I made the fire extinguisher one 😆 No Tommy? No problem! Everyone, behold, Arthur James "Fuck It, We Ball" Nightingale. Part 6 of the DIRECTGIFTZ series! | [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

[venture-through-the-mist]

Tennotober 2024

My collection of works based on the Tennotober 2024 prompts.

Hi all! I wanted to take part in Tennotober 2024, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to draw 31 art pieces, so I’m doing some fics instead!

The Warframe Tennotober 2024 Prompt List can be found here: https://forums.warframe.com/topic/1412660-official-tennotober-2024-megathread/

Day 19: Hollvania: Exploration Reveals Connections

There’s a strange group of people living in an equally strange place. Kalymos takes it upon herself to investigate.

TW:

Brief, non-graphic mentions of canon-typical violence.

Also, I just want to add that this chapter is in Kalymos’s perspective, so she does use non-human terms for certain things (like using the word ‘paw’ to describe a hand, and so forth).

With that out of the way, the fic begins under the cut.

Her eyes narrow as she spots something moving through the dim halls. She curls her lip, breathing in to detect its scent as she creeps forward. 

It smells like food.

She crouches low, her tail held straight out behind her—she makes sure to keep it as still as she can, so the creature doesn’t hear her—as she stalks forward, gaze fixed on the strange, large-eared animal. She manages to get within pouncing distance before it notices her, though it quickly bounds away, and the Kavat gives chase. She closes the gap quickly—her long legs make her a rather skillful huntress—, but before she can swipe a paw at the creature, something comes between her and her catch. She stops abruptly, glaring up at the woman who has stepped between her and her soon-to-be meal. The creature scrambles up the woman’s leg, climbing until it reaches her shoulder, where it stands, squeaking tauntingly at the Kavat. Her tail lashes and she hisses harshly at the woman, who counters with an equally angry sound. She shoos the Kavat away and, after a moment of hesitation, Kalymos stalks off.

Why did her master leave her here?

She pads through the large building, though her ears pin flat against her head as she hears several loud bangs in quick succession. She turns her head towards the source of the sound, noticing one of the males. She recognizes him as the man who often challenges the one who seems to be the leader of this odd group. She’s seen the two of them growling at each other several times, and as she eyes him warily, she notices the source of the sound. He carries a large stick-like…thing, and whatever it does, the Kavat is smart enough to know not to get caught on the wrong end of it. She huffs, her muscles tensing as the stick booms again, and decides to keep moving. 

Her paws bring her to another dim room, though this time, instead of sharp bangs or angry yowls, she’s met with a curious tone. She narrows her eyes, glancing towards the woman, recognizing the bright fur atop her head. The Kavat watches as she bares her teeth—the expression seeming to mean that the woman is pleased—, though Kalymos’s gaze quickly hones in on something else, a small object floating lazily in the air above the woman’s paw. She watches it move, and after a moment, it shifts, flitting about until it stops to hover right above her head. She leans back on her haunches, launching herself into the air to catch this strange object. At the last moment though, it darts away, her paws closing in on empty air as she falls back to the ground.

“Rrow!” She rasps harshly and her tail-tip flicks, showing her combined irritation and building excitement as she bounds after it. The woman makes a high-pitched sound—a laugh, she realizes—as the object dances in the air, taunting the Kavat as it moves out of reach before floating close again. She huffs, feigning disinterest as her target escapes her claws once more. Her plan works, and its movements slow. She glances at the woman for a moment, before leaping towards the now sluggish object.

In an instant, she knocks it out of the air.

She hears a surprised, but pleased, voice as she collects the object in her jaws, her head held up proudly as she parades it around. The woman laughs, and Kalymos pads towards her, as if to return the object. However, she cannot help but drop it a few tail’s-lengths away, hearing a mock-offended sound from the other being. Her ear flicks, and with a loud meow, she proclaims the end of her game, and pads away.

What’s that sound?

She turns, heading into a room filled with strange glowing machines, noticing a blur of movement between them. She huffs as the man seems more focused on whatever it is that he’s doing, and turns away. She doesn’t want to be caught under his paws as he runs across the room anyways.

There’s one more she could visit, Kalymos realizes. So, she lifts her head, her ears turning and nose twitching as she attempts to pinpoint the right area. She notices a nearby room that’s slightly more brightly lit than a few of the others, and pads towards it. She notices the familiar bed-like things and realizes that she is in fact in the correct place. She notices the woman lying across one of the long chairs, her head resting in a way that, to the Kavat, seems like it should be slightly uncomfortable. 

She likes this one. She’s quiet. Calm.

She pads forward and chirps sharply, noticing the woman’s head turn only slightly. Her gaze pieces Kalymos’s own, sending a ripple of unease through the Kavat as she looks into the too-dark eyes. This one is strange. She doesn’t move much, doesn’t speak often, and her eyes are wrong. 

Is she sick, the Kavat wonders, not for the first time.

She finds that the answer doesn’t matter, and jumps onto the chair. She places a paw on the woman’s legs, intending to make herself comfortable, but as she feels the being tense beneath her, as she hears a quiet sound—did she hurt her?—, she rethinks her plan. Instead, she puts her paws into the back of the chair, climbing up onto it and moving towards the woman’s head. She stops before she gets there, choosing to lie down along the back of the chair instead. Her claws knead and pull at the fabric, but the woman doesn’t seem to mind.

The Kavat’s master left her here for a reason, and if she can’t help him where he is, and she can’t see his family, Kalymos will have to make do.

A purr rumbles in her chest, a soft one—perhaps it’ll help fix whatever’s wrong with this one—, and she lowers her head to her paws. Her tail twitches lazily along the back of the chair as she takes in the silence.

It doesn’t last long.

Pawsteps stomp into the room, causing Kalymos’s head to jerk upwards, her gaze to dart around before her eyes fix on the scarred man moving quickly towards them. His voice rumbles angrily and he raises a paw to point at the Kavat. He doesn’t like her master, she remembers, and therefore distrusts her as a result. Her ears pin back slightly and she growls lowly, a warning. He looks towards the woman, speaking to her. 

He’s her kin, the Kavat recalls. Not littermates, the woman seems older than he does, but siblings. She can tell by how he acts with her. There’s something almost protective in his growl as he glares at Kalymos. She holds his gaze with a glare of her own, the gilded adornments on her tail jingling as it lashes with annoyance.

The woman doesn’t speak, but there must be some sort of communication between them because eventually the man huffs, turning his head away from the Kavat. He sits on the floor, leaning against the chair in a way where he must still be able to see Kalymos out of the corner of his eye. She narrows her eyes, but returns her head to her paws, her eyes remaining open to watch what’s going on around her.

As the time passes, the others filter into the room. First the swift one, with his jerky movements and distracted tone, comes to sit near the man, though he seems to speak to the woman. Then the bright-furred woman pads in, her tone concerned as she addresses the scarred one. She too eventually sits down, pulling another chair closer. The strange object floats above her hand, though Kalymos doesn’t feel the need to chase it this time. The Kavat growls lowly as another woman walks in, the one who’d stopped her hunt earlier. The woman glares at her, but turns to talk to the quiet one—Kalymos decidedly does not like her tone—, inspecting her as she moves her limbs slightly. The scarred man huffs, though the Kavat detects something concerned in his voice. The angry one—with one of those creatures on her shoulder, she notices—says something and turns to walk away. Even the strange man with the booming stick-thing wanders over, though only stays long enough to comment sharply to the leader.

They are a strange group, Kalymos decides. She doesn’t know why her master is so interested in them, though she figures it must be for a reason. 

She hopes he comes back soon.

[total-trash-tenno]

Culture Shock pt 2: "What's a dog?"

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I think he forgot what he was gonna talk about

[ritasanderson]

[andr0nap-wf]

doggoframe 1999: the protopuppers