I love these two so much guh-
Can be read as platonic or romantic
Light quest spoilers below, you have been warned:
⬤ Sirius is the more playful of the brothers; he’s the type to put bunny ears behind Orion and wonders why he gets pissed.
⬤ I see Sirius as a huge tease; he leaves a trail of respectful, fleeting touches just to get a reaction sometimes. (Think harmless side swipes, arm touches, the brushing of hands)
✦ Orion is the clingier of the two, even if he doesn’t show it all the time. Sirius def gets kicked harder when Orion hasn’t had his elected Drifter time and hovers over Drifter like a cloud when they’re out and about on the relay. They both do, but Orion has to be that inch closer.
✦ I picture Orion as being more demanding with his touches, pulling at the edge of your sleeve, grabbing your hand, and maneuvering you as he sees fit.
ʚɞ I like to imagine if the brothers ever danced with the Drifter, they’d purposefully make them dizzy, and the Drifter, all the while, is trying not to lean onto one so as not to make the other jealous.
ʚɞ Sirius and Orion find the appeasement amusing.
ʚɞ They both have jealousy issues. Bad jealousy issues.
ʚɞ You're telling me they kick each other around just so one can be in transferrence for no reason? Bah humbug.
ʚɞ Their fights may or may not have been over the Drifter in the past, and the Drifter knows nothing of it.
ʚɞ So the two think. Grandpa Hunhow is a tattletale.
I need writing help. I'm stuck in an echo chamber of my own thoughts when it comes to writing Lizzie and Flare - I want to attempt some kind of analysis
please if you think you have a handle on their characters, hit me up. The echo chamber isn't really helpful for peer review :')
"Eventually, even Dominus Thrax tired of the executions. So instead, he sought other means to ensure his best friend would forever stay by his side."
I present to you: Doll, the Xaku-Protoframe that once called itself "Drifter"
Do you still hear me?
I am barely the woman I was, nor the weapon Ballas made me.
I do not know if I am her.
I do not know if I am anyone at all.
My little one…
Did you wait for me?
Did you dream in the Void, wrapped in the love of your first mother’s promise?
Did she give her life to deliver you into her beloved Sorren's arms?
When I woke, I did not feel you stir.
All I felt stir inside me was that pool of Jade Light waiting to be unleashed.
I remember flesh that is not swordsteel.
I remember hands pressing against my swollen belly, whispering lullabies in the gilded halls of the Orokin.
I remember wearing a face that was not one of war, and I remember wearing another face more kind than the one I wear now.
This child gave me a new skin: black and bronze, not her white and pink.
So I am not her.
They call me Jade.
A name that is not my own.
A name that the first one carried.
I am not her.
I wish for a name that is not hers.
Perhaps they should call me Nephrite.
I should hate this child, for bringing me to life. A twisted facsimile of a Mother that shouldn't have been, with most of her memories but lacking the child she loves.
But when I touched that scarred child, and they heaved a sob beneath the mask that covers most of their face—
oh how they curled beneath my hand and wept for a mother who was taken many centuries ago, and another that is as distant as she is beloved.
I thought, maybe this is the part of her I still carry.
That unending love a mother carries for her children.
My little one…
If you are still somewhere out there…
if the first mother really kept you alive for your father to protect know this:
I remember you.
And I will sit here, cradling the one who woke me in steel arms and soft feathers,
and I will teach them how to be held. Show them the love they have been denied.
The business and the little sore gore // The Business ++ The player
Warnings: An animal gets hurt // 1K words
// A/N: the autism made me write this, it's not that good
You arrived once again on Fortuna, performing an impressive backflip only to land on your feet, half crouched - you intended to go out again and hunt precious prey and predators on Venus, this was your favorite part of your duties here actually and The Business who was conducting this preservatory effort has gotten to know your face- or mask, he never truly saw you outside your warframe, you two never exchanged words yet there was a small aura of understanding between you two when you came to visit.
However, you have more to do. The Chill caresses you as your feet step onto the snow. With multiple missions on your mind, a friendly voice — Eudico — calls out to you. It's going to be a long day.
Tired, you reload your tranq rifle, and somehow after brutally dismantling corpus money-making efforts, you find yourself peacefully tracking down precious animals on the snowy fields, without any lure leading you to them. Comfortable in your tranquilizing nest, the snow on your back perfectly camouflaging you, you continue to wait until… a red-crested virmink appears, making you immediately sit up, the snow falling away. The tranquilizer shot hits the poor animal's left eye due to your excitement.
You panic, expecting a disappointed call from The Biz, before cluing in that Solaris United might be going to sleep, turning off the lights soon. This animal was going to lose its vision or worse — die if you didn't bring it to the one taking care of the animals. At the same time, he's still open for business, so you slide down the hill you were sitting on, bringing your rifle along and swiftly putting it on your back, hurrying to the Virmink. Once it's in your arms the warframe bolts it to the old elevator, placing a hand on the metal doors before banging a bit to hurry. Up. The doggy in your hands softly whimpers, that's all it can do in its sorry state induced by a tranquilizer to the eye it took from you earlier.
After some time, you made it inside, Eudico was now gone from the entrance and most lights were turned off, some passed-out workers being lifted and carried home by their friends. You rush to The business, who seeing you and the Virmink in your hands is largely confused. For so long, you were a cold presence, carrying out tasks for some unknown purpose, but here he sees you, tail between your legs, holding a puppy with a dart in its eye.
" Oh dear, let me take that beauty off your arms. "
You handed it to the half-machine man, your arms trembling a bit as your strong emotions resonated with your warframe, it was the first sign of emotion he's seen from you. Quickly, The business led you to the backroom where there laid a medical table and some tools he used to treat the animals you caught on Solaris, some little animals were sleeping in the corners tucked in little blankets and beds, snoring, all of them recovering from anesthesia, thankfully your arrival here didn't disturb these sleeping beauties. It was a quaint little place, not as professional as you thought The Business to be. The man you trusted put the virmink on the table and sorted through his disorganized tools while doing so he looked up at you from his mess of a medical set and asked in a rather stern voice.
" Outworlder, what happened to its eye? "
It was pretty obvious but you tried to explain yourself before it hit you … you can't speak through a warframe, all that came out was a tearful sob from the steel warrior you possessed, but it was all The business needed to understand that you didn't exactly do it on purpose before he could acknowledge that the virmink twitched in pain.
" I've got you, fuzzy friend, rest easy. "
gathering his bearings and swiftly urging the dart out of its eye, before steering a machine hanging from the ceiling to laser its tear shut. While he does that you wonder how to explain yourself. Did you have to?
" I'm waiting for an explanation. "
Eek! Biz's stern voice jolted you awake, making you panic and eject yourself from your warframe — pale as a sheet! The Business almost messed up his procedure, seeing a kid appear from the formidable warframe that worked for him day in and day out, you looked so small, so weak. You rose to your feet and started explaining yourself.
" I- didn't mean to "
He looks at you puzzled. What he thought of as a mighty warrior is now a kid getting up on their two feet. Your warframe stands still as if frozen in time while you try to explain what happened, overusing various phrases such as "it was an accident" or the one you started with. The business sighs, ending your rambling, and grips the machinery around his torso.
" Don't worry Outworlder, I understand, at least I think so. "
He walks up to you, clearly taller and you feel as if he's examining you slightly, like he does with every other animal. But to your surprise, there was just something on your face, which were half-formed tears, you wipe them and after you do The business spreads out his arms. A gesture you've almost forgotten, but remembered instantly — he was silently asking to comfort you. To that you agreed, hugging Biz tightly, you heard him gasp a little, he was surprisingly warm and despite all of the square and sharply angled machinery resting on his body, it wasn't that bad of a hug. You wanted more of them in fact, but you figured this was a special occasion due to the backroom and being the majorly distressed thing you figured it probably reminded you of past experiences and that's why you almost broke down here, out of the fear of disappointing someone you looked up to — someone fatherly like him. You'll unpack that later, for now, you pull away from his comforting embrace and quietly thank him, to which the friend in front of you nods.
" Now that it's sufficiently dealt with, how about you and me wrap this place up? "
You agree to help, soon looking at the virmink you helped rescue, of course, he immediately caught your gaze and with a chuckle suggested
" While you're here, pet her. "
Approaching the now sleeping beast you gently stroke its body, while you cannot fully feel the texture of its coat due to your suit, she's warm and you can guess she's also fluffy. Meanwhile, The Business sorts his tools at long last, glancing at you every so often, he had no idea how much responsibility a tenno like you could have, or how you felt because of it all. You were so meek yet powerful, like… a sawgaw, a little sore gore. After what feels like a few minutes you stopped and started helping clean the place up, no more blood, no more messy tools, and a carefully placed sleeping virmink. After this, you and him walked out of the backroom, you now in your warframe as the rest of Solaris United couldn't see you so frail, not yet at least. The business stops you for a minute and says
" Get some rest. "
Before leaving you to your own devices, to walk back to where your orbiter could pick you up and as it does Ordis complains about how long you were out today and voices his concerns for your true self, as he has noticed you almost cried. You'd tell him all about it once you get some much needed rest.
Since loid confirmed that warframes can't "talk", I've been thinking of how different warframes communicate to people using things other than sign language. Feel free to add any other idea y'all have!
Protea deploys a fancy hologram gizmo.
Dante writes on a notebook with beautiful calligraphy.
Nyx communicates telepathically.
Banshee actually 'talks', but by manipulating the sound waves around her so it comes out of every nearby object except her.
Octavia drops some hype or sad beats depending on her mood.
Lavos has his snakes talk for him.
Yareli, Citrine and Gara make word-shaped bubbles / crystals / glass shards.
Hey, would anyone be interested in reading something over for me? It's still a bit of a WIP, but i sorta need someone else's perspective on how i can make it better lol. It is for wf, and I plan on making a few more things like it. I just sorta need another pair of eyes to gloss over it for me lol
this chapter came out really rough for me, so sorry if it seems choppy :x
[ao3 link]
For being a Cephalon, he dreams far too much. Dreaming should be left to the Tenno, still human enough to do so. A piece of technology should not be dreaming--it should be performing tasks. He knows this, but he also knows the Operator values him as more than just a Cephalon meant to run their Orbiter. They see him as a close friend and confidant, something he is unendingly grateful for.
Still, he longs for more. He dreams of fighting alongside his Operator, keeping them safe and sound. He almost wants to relive the glory of Ordan Karris once more.
Does he want to toil up the past, though? Ordan Karris was a ruthless killer. Ordan Karris killed for money, for glory, for the thrill of the kill. He does not want to expose his beloved Operator to ruthlessness like that. They do not deserve to see the darker side of him. He knows they are aware of his past, and that they acknowledge it, but he would rather hide it away and attempt to forget it than face it once again.
To even have the slightest chance at it, he would need a mobile platform. A Warframe, perhaps? He doubts he would be able to control one as is, but maybe he could come up with something to work in the stead of Transference. He knows the Infestation itself can control a frame easily: the memories of fighting the Infested-minded Mesa on Eris reemerges.
If he could find a way to control the Infestation, he would have a shot at controlling the Warframe.
An idea sprouts. One he is hesitant to acknowledge, but one that may be necessary.
He opens a link. “Helminth? I have a...favor to ask.”
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He decides on attempting to garner himself a more primitive Warframe, one of the first ones created: Excalibur. Being one of the first accessible Warframes meant one would be far more adaptable to other means of piloting, as they were more catered to freshly-waking Tenno rising from the Second Dream.
But how does he get one?
He could ask the Operator themself, but he would rather keep it a secret; he would prefer to make sure the idea actually works out before getting their hopes up. Perhaps one of their contracts could help?
Scrutinously, he scrolls through their list of ‘friends’ they have acquired over the years. Ergo Glast. Cressa Tal. Paladino. Cephalon Simaris.
He pauses on Simaris. Simaris has access to Warframe parts and blueprints, but they are far more advanced variations. Plus, he thinks, Simaris would likely be adverse to his idea overall. The Cephalon believes Cephalons should remain as intangible entities, meant for cataloguing and studying.
Teshin? Teshin provides the Tenno with easy access to early Warframes, but being a Dax soldier, he is wary of speaking to him. He knows the Tenno trust the older warrior dearly as he guides them through their training, but knowing that he is one of them churns his mind.
Who else is there? Maroo? Maroo is far more focused on Ayatan treasures than Warframes. Suda? No. Cy? The Railjack Cephalon is far too enveloped in commandeering and maintaining the Railjack to be of help. Darvo and Clem?
He pauses. Darvo and Clem would be excellent for this task. Darvo’s tactics of being sly and squirmy with deals means he could find out where an Excalibur was being held. The Operator would be very willing to help Darvo and Clem out with something. Perhaps he could convince the duo to lie about their true contractor?
He chuckles to himself. So long as Darvo and Clem were being paid fairly, they would do damn near anything.
Once again, he opens a link.
-+-
“Hey. Tenno,” Darvo’s voice rattles through their comm link. “You got a moment?”
Anxiously, Ordis watches his Operator pause in their task of scrubbing filth and debris off their Kubrow-- onto the floor, no less!-- to be swept up by the domestic drones wandering about later on. “Sure do. What’s up?”
“Your--uh, I mean, I have a favor to ask,” the dealer catches himself before he slips. “We got a hint about the Corpus getting their hands on an Excalibur.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “Clem and I wanna know if you’d be willing to help us nab it before they get too far.”
The Operator responds without hesitating. “Of course! Last thing we need is more meddling like Alad’s been prone to. When were you planning on doing the deed?”
Darvo pauses, giving Ordis a chance to relay information to him on a separate link. As soon as possible, please.
“As soon as possible,” Darvo parrots. “We, uh, have something figured out with Teshin to get it fixed up and sent to a fresh Tenno in need afterwards.”
Excellent cover.
“Got it,” the Operator responds, already heading to their arsenal. “Ordis, can you plug in their coordinates?”
“Already under way, Operator.” He had them calculated as soon as Darvo’s link had opened.
“Alright. Fellas, we’ll be there shortly. Stay safe.”
-+-
With the mission complete and the Excalibur in storage, he festers with excitement. He desperately wants to begin trying out experimental procedures, but knows better than to. He must wait for the right moment, the right time, to begin the process.
He turns his attention back to Helminth. “Are you...sure this is a good idea? That this will even work?”
“Fragile thing,” Helminth rumbles back. “Nothing is ever promised. I am simply stating that there is a possibility that the connection will work; that a faux Transference link could be somewhat created.”
“And, uh, if it doesn’t work?”
“Rather irreparable.”
“And what does that entail?” he asks fretfully.
“Possible corruption, akin to your ‘friend’.”
He knows who Helminth is referring to: Jordas. Memories threaten to resurface, though be brutally snuffs them out before they do.
“Are you sure you would make this risk?” the beast continues.
“I have done the calculations,” Ordis states. “The likelihood of corruption is significantly low. The reason Jordas was corrupted was because the Infestation was hell-bent on taking over. I do believe that, under control, it would be less of a threat.” He pauses. “I trust your abilities.”
