#adis warframe

[mz016akn]

finished art for Warframe 13th Anniversary Collage contest My idea behind this was The Wheel of Samsara and continuous cycle of our tenno's suffering. 🧡

[hikarikashay]

I got quite a bit here cus I was working on this behemoth since the end of February.

Happy to report that I managed to finish it before the deadline so I didn't have to rush the fuck out of it like what happened last year, so all should be good.

Now we just gonna wait... patiently...

[gay-lotus]

These are the same image

[lichofhams]

[ My Light goes with you ] A gift i drew for @frostynovaprime for a secret santa art exchange uwu! I drew their OC Kyrie, and themed it after the lore i read of her, Tau and Frost/Ice themes for this! I also included some lore i wrote for this, a little headcanon in my mind. (I recommend listening to the His Light Old Peace OST while reading this)

“Even after all these years…I still can’t believe you’re gone. Those memories from the Dark Refractory, whether fraud or fate, still sting like the void scars on my left side…

I used to hate your kind…I still do, and what they’ve done. But you managed to make my life at Tauron Academy bearable. Again and again i see you in a field of xenoflora, and i just wish i could pause at that moment. The moment you gave me your light…. And even after that bastard’s death, his tyranny still haunts me….What I’d do to plunge a blade into him once more.

I can’t freeze the flow of the time, even with Frost…But I long for the days where i could see Tau again.”

[prometheus-fall]

“We burned like twin suns.”

[rayetrixx]

Something something canon event regarding the relationship between the Operator and Adis and Drifter and Dominus Thrax....

[frayzales]

(Repost because this got suppressed from the fandom tags?)

I made a MV for the Old Peace, but seems because of the song of choice it's blocked from playing on tumblr?

Here is the youtube link. Cry about Adis Truthbloom with me. Happy New Year

[venture-through-the-mist]

So I was listening to ‘Achilles Come Down’ by Gang of Youths today for the first time in…probably close to six years or so. It just…appeared as I was shuffling things around trying to find something good.

And I swear, all that I could think about while listening was the Operator and Adis.

Spoilers below for ‘The Old Peace’, obviously.

Also, just in case, here are a few TWs for some stuff I’ll be talking about in this post:

Mental health issues, including depression and thoughts of suicide.

Grief and the loss of a loved one.

The trauma that the Operator has experienced throughout literally their entire existence.

Memory loss.

Imagine an Operator who is just…so tired. Of the killing, of the loss of the people they love, of the weight of the entire System resting upon the shoulders of someone who likely never, in their wildest dreams, imagined needing to undertake that burden. And every memory that they manage to recover reveals more trauma than the last.

They had a friend.

They had someone around whom they could just be themselves, they could act like the child that they were, they could play with him, they could laugh with him.

They had a friend.

And, the very same day that they remember that, the Operator is forced to re-live how they lost him.

They’re forced to re-live how Adis sacrificed himself for them.

And their heart bleeds as memories that they’d only just discovered are tainted by the fact that he’s gone.

And they’re so sick of losing people. They’re sick of watching the people they love get hurt, or die, or sacrifice themselves for them like their own lives don’t matter.

Because Adis wasn’t the first. And the Operator wonders if there will ever be a last. If there will ever be a time when they aren’t desperately trying to keep the System and their family from unraveling at the seams.

Will there ever be a time when they aren’t the monster that bedtime stories warn against?

Will there ever be a time when their hands don’t feel stained with the blood and viscera that drip from their Warframes and weapons?

…What would he think if he saw what they’ve become?

Imagine a tiny voice in the Operator’s head, one deep in their subconscious, feather-soft and unfathomably gentle as it tells them to keep going. Maybe it’s just their mind’s way of coping, but it sounds so familiar, it feels so familiar.

He said that his light was with them, now.

Would it be foolish to hope that they carry a part of him always?

And when the thoughts become too much, when they get too careless on missions, when they’re left wondering if it’s even worth it to keep fighting, the Operator swears that they can sense something from that tiny part of their mind.

They can’t hear it, not really, but they can feel the way that it hums through their thoughts, once-familiar notes inaudible but still somehow comprehensible.

And when they’re stuck in their head, questioning if their only purpose is to drown in the blood of family, friends, and enemies alike, that quiet melody blankets them in an embrace that they haven’t felt in so, so long.

And, day by day, they keep going.

They have to.