Introduction Note: I finally got around to making a Tumblr for my fics/fan art. I mainly want to use this as a place to update any changes and keep myself on task, but If you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask!
If it is short enough, I'm just going to post it on here as well for the fun of it. :)
A Bit of Clean Water (Vampyr)
Hunger (Warframe)
Where One Belongs (Darkest Dungeon)
Finding Peace (2 part series for Valorant)
Cooperation Required (RE:8)
Companions (Grim Soul: Dark Survival RPG)
Complacency (Grim Soul: Dark Survival RPG)
Kinsugi (Grim Soul: Dark Survival RPG)
Reprieve (The Evil Within)
Shadows of the Past (Valorant)
Work Life Balance (Warframe)
If I Die Will You be the One to Guide Me? (Darksiders)
I am not dead, and I am editing chapter 19, but it is taking longer than expected. It unfortunately just hasn't been as high on my list of priorities as I would like (I joined a gift exchange and underestimated how much it would derail my focus/ I was ensared by a certian puppet game that had me in a chokehold). That being said, I want to get the chapter posted by the end of this weekend. Sorry for the delays, I have been fighting plot bunnies.
Summary: Omen's health continues to deteriorate as a voice he once thought his own, whispers commands into his mind. Confronted with an unexpectedly familiar creature to fight, Omen choses to ignore his problems and focus on getting Cypher to the tower.
Chapter warnings: Spiders, Explicit violence, Body horror
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: A short blend of verse and prose detailing Miquella's pursuit of Radahn.
Disclaimer: Most of what I know is from watching someone else play the game, but I really liked this one, so I figured, why not just share it :)
Warnings: manipulation, violence
Word Count: 580
Oh General, greatest of all demigods and hero amongst thy kind, though art finally arrived. Power is thy name, and kindness the knife which bore itself into mine own soul. Only one of thine ilk might bear the glory of holy covenant.
He had seen the great deeds of the Red Lion and felt the warmth of his presence, even in passing. Kind and firm, there was none other that could possibly fulfill his purpose, yet for all the sweet words bestowed upon his consort to be, each of them fell on deft ears.
Oh soul tethered to me in name but not deed, let us be joined that the world may know of my great peace. Words of sincerity too common to thine ears might never have swayed thy will, but one fault still remains in thine eyes, and to it, I must hold tight.
The steed that he held so dearly, a poor beast laden heavy with the burden of age, could not so easily be swayed from its natural weekness entirely. Even demigods slept, and no matter how light that slumber might be for one of Rahdan’s prowess, destiny could not be restrained forever. Once the posion had been slipped under its skin, he was only left to wait for realization before presenting a timely salvation.
Oh, scourge of the heavens, guide to the stars and warden of fate, thou now lie broken on a mound of comrades, but for them thou cannot even weep. Why hast thou forsaken thy promise in such cruel fashion? I weep for this of all betrayals, but still, my design shall not be lost.
A plan, perfect in all facets but one. A crack that even he could not have foreseen in all of his resplendent visions. His actions laid bare under the vitriol of an unexpected witness. How would she have known to tell him? How could he have halted the stars to prevent his own approaching destiny?
Oh plagued consort, did my sisters blades crash against thine armor only to be cast aside like the breeze. In truth, as thou have learned, her blades are not of steel alone, and even in false triumph, her task was well completed. Sorrow now pours from thy body even as the rot tears at thy mind unable to break the fortress of your flesh. It was mine own design, and I found it to be more pleasing than I could have hoped.
With the great rune clouding his mind, what hope did he have of truely escaping? Still until the very last, he held onto the stars, kept them at bay until such a time as the tarnished proved useful to him. Red Lion torn from valor, laid low by such a being, it all proved well to his purpose in the end.
Oh husk of thyself, why dust thou mourn? In life, fire was thy soul, but only emptiness remains in place of that flame. Thy purpose to finally be fulfilled, and yet even as my arms laced around thy ashen skin, it still remains cold despite a beating heart. Still, I shall prevail in retrieving that part of you, which has been lost to me. Then, in keeping of my own purpose, thy will shall be rendered to smoldering embers.
Yet even as he fought, embracing Radahn’s cold skin under his own, resistance still lingered in every fiber of his bound soul, and slowly, the stars began to halt overhead.
Summary: Cypher struggles with conflicting emotions while the mission to save the city begins in ernist. Returning back to the Hunter's Fortress, they find the once grand structures have been all but raised by a mysterious threat.
Warnings: Blood, Viscera, mutated spider (with illustration at the end of the chapter)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Dante sneaks into Entrati's laboratories to read his research notes and eventually runs into an overworked Qorvex who is not too happy to find the scholar snooping.
Word Count: 839/ Rating: Teen / Category: Gen
Important note: This story takes place after an event called the Awakening that gave Warframes sentience and Autonomy. This series is just a fun collection of different Warframes interacting with each other. It's really just a good time for me to play around with different characters in a fun way that loosely ties together if you squint.
Status: part three of a loosely connected series with no set end I just write senarios as they come to me.
Fic under break
Dante flipped through one of Entrati’s manuscripts with quiet fascination. For whatever else he thought of the Orokin’s character, he was undeniably brilliant. Roars from frustrated Murmur sounded around him as they tried in vain to break through the fortified door of the study. Not his favorite nose to read to, but unless they became too loud he had planned to ignore them as always. What was notably less easy to ignore, was the sudden sound of static clicking that was quickly followed by a barrage of books being jarred loose from their shelves as the room shook under the repeated weight of heavy blows to the gilded floor.
Closing his book and slowly straightening out his form, Dante let out a frustrated sigh and released the security measures keeping the door sealed. It took half a minute to initiate, but it gave him enough time to at least straighten up the mess of books. When the metal door finally began to move, radiation spilled into the room and the clicking static of a familiar geiger counter sounded above the dying cries of the Murmur. Orbs of coagulated blood and resources pooled where they fell and among them all stood the towering form of Entrati’s guardian. Dante was at least glad he’d managed to clean up most of the mess because, it seemed that unlike his own mood, this warframe wasn’t in an amicable state of being.
“Why are you down here?” His voice was as stone cold as the pillars that he conjured, but it was a valid enough inquiry given the time in which he’d been found. Valid enough at least to daine a response, even if he had no real obligation to the guardian’s master. With the Murmur more desperate than usual and in such swollen numbers, any appearance of a warframe in such a passive light would undoubtedly be more of a frustration than relief for the guardian.
“Reading. Your maker had quite the fount of information and it would be both disrespectful and shameful to leave it unattended for so long.” He could hear a growl emanating from the guardian’s core at that and he raised his hands in surrender, letting the furls of his cloak to expose whatever pockets might have been hidden before.
“I merely came to observe, not extract. Though if the deep becomes anymore unstable, I cannot promise that my intentions will remain as subdued.”
“The laboratories shall be maintained, even if others do not answer the call, it will not fall under my watch.” Dante waved dismissively letting his robes fall back into place. They all knew that the cracks were forming, and it wasn’t just from the child that had begun showing her face on the Larunda relay. While Qorvex was being stubborn, Dante wasn’t about to deny that he did get results, and it was undeniable that the others did not favor the laboratories as much as they should.
“You can’t hold them forever even if it is your function, and I doubt that you have rested since I came in so you’re definitely due for some maintenance in any case.” If it was possible for tons of concrete and radiation to flinch, then Dante was sure that was what had just happened, though the sudden seizure of the segmented pieces that made up the warframe’s whole couldn’t simply be referred to as a flinch.
“How long have you been down here exactly?” Dante shrugged as Drusus was the only one he needed to explain that particular statistic too. “One doesn’t keep track of time in the pursuit of knowledge, especially when in possession of an immortal frame, but it has been a fairly substantial chunk of time” The guardian paused, finally lowering his stance to a less hostile one.
“The bird probably saw you enter though?” Sighing, Dante pressed his fingers to his forehead in mock exasperation.
“You won’t bury your need for maintenance by pursuing such trivialities, or would you like me to drag the Tenno into this matter?” He didn’t back down at the provocation, but they both knew that a momentary lapse in protection that would come with his maintenance was far more manageable then what would happen if either the Drifter or Lua forbid the Operator became aware of his negligence.
“I can’t go until after this tide has been suppressed, but it shouldn’t have much more energy left to waste.” Indeed, even as they had been speaking, most of the stragglers had been dealt with by the pulsing waves of radiation that continued to fill the hall.
“Then allow this scholar to assist in their demise. I am long over-do for some exercise anyway, and Druses will probably be satisfied with my participation anyway.” Qorvex shrugged and once more prepared to attack the Murmur now that the conversation had reached its natural end. Following beside him, Dante unleashed his power and revelled in the rush of adrenaline that came with devastating the horde of artifact destroying filth in front of him.
Chapter 16 of Shadows of the Past is now up on AO3
Chapter 16 Tittle: Plans and Recovery
Summary: Omen survives his ordeal with the Bloodstone and suffers from his compounding injuries as a result. When things finally settle down, everyone has a chance to recover and mark out the next steps of their plan.
Chapter 15 of Shadows of the Past is now up on AO3
Chapter 15 Tittle: Carved Bone
Summary: Back in the Medical Ward, the group discusses what's been going on, leading to discoveries and confrontations with potentially extended repercussions.
Chapter 14 of Shadows of the Past is now out on AO3
Chapter 14 Tittle: Back to Base
Summary: Out of the Sunken City, Omen has to make his way back to the base before either of the bodies have a chance to mutate. Unable to make the trek alone, he decides to extend the alliance with his new ally.
