#warframe x drifter

[lukalutra]

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[maskedentropic]

Orion Headcanon(s)/Character Exploration

I am working on a fic swear, this was just to kind of properly organize my thoughts on Orion being his most... Self. I'm trying to think of characteristics to work off of for these two and it's hard for me. Anyway, spoiler warnings below ig.

Orion is the forgotten son- even if he is picked by the Stalker. Note the dialogue from Vena, (though being manipulative to most likely keep Orion closer to her than Stalker) If Stalker chose Sirius: "Let us show him what a mistake it was to choose Sirius." If Stalker chose Orion: "Orion - Daddy doesn't recognize you." Now here's where my own head cannons/thoughts come in. Sirius is more like Jade, he's softer around the edges, his color palette matches hers, and he isn't near as destructive as Orion. Orion I believe even if Stalker picks him, is second to recognized. It goes Sirius… then Orion…

(Note: This is based on videos I've watched, if this is incorrect please lmk.) Now, some people will argue with me that Sirius isn't recognizable to Stalker either but- hear me out, both of the baby's eyes are green. Sirius is already more familiar in that regard compared to Orion's sharp yellow eyes. In Sirius and Orion's prex card Sirius is the brother facing upward and Orion is the one facing downward. (They should have gotten two cards, BUT, can you rotate it for Orion to be upward? Yes. But I'm playing the reach Olympics here, let me be.) Now that I've gotten my agenda out there: ✦ Orion is more insecure. Bright red to make him stand out, black metal to accentuate the glow of his golden eyes. He has drapes all over him to have a more intimidating silhouette. ✦ Something to be acknowledged and seen. ✦ His insecurity is why he likes having Vena in his corner, Vena won't put him second to anyone. Vena prioritizes him, going out of her way for him at the hint of a problem/desire Orion has. ✦ Yet it's not what he wants, and it isn't enough to satiate the need to be first place. Or how he wants to be first place for that matter. But it makes him comfortable and solidifies that everyone else is the problem in his eyes. ✦ Then Drifter comes around and solely has eyes on him, it's riveting. ✦ It's receiving the attention he wants, where his other self doesn't matter and it's just you and him. For a time. ✦ And of course, Sirius had to get involved with Drifter at some point. Orion knew it as an inevitable, Sirius and him have too similar of tastes. You were also just filled with too much love to lock down. ✦ Orion has to make a constant effort to not just steal you away in some pocket dimension of yours and force you to stay. (Duviri couldn't have been that bad!) He wants you to be by his side and only his, with focus solely on him, so no one else can come before him. ✦ Orion realizes in his late-night stupor that he hasn't come second to anyone. Orion got to have the taste of being first to the prize, the affection, the love, the care, the body, and Sirius is allowed to share in his bountiful harvest. ✦ But only as the second runner.

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if we are talking freakframe powers with the hex, i think arthur might have gotten the shortest end of the stick in terms of dirty usage. either that or im missing something

quincy can watch you at any place at any time. invis ability. you never know when he might be watching. or when he is near. predator and prey type of play. you can experience the thrill of the hunt with him but on the receiving end.

lettie has her healing. she can hurt you badly then stitch you right back up, then do it all over again if youre into that. taking pleasure in being both the poison and the remedy. also? chains.

eleanor got her telepathy. she could whisper sweet nothings into your mind with no one else around knowing any better. and shes extremely creative, she *will* make you flustered. high exhibitionism potential without the physical part. and i almost forgot to mention her tongue.

amir? speed. high stamina too probably. electricity play. though youd have to talk him into it since the last thing hed want is to hurt you. even if you asked him to.

aoi talks about making handcuffs, and i strongly believe she could manipulate metals into *other* kinds of tools and shapes as well. maybe even multiple at once depending on how good her control is. good luck if she figures out you have piercings anywhere on your body.

but arthur??? ehhh he... he can unsheathe his sword i guess lmao pun intended

[anastasius-writes]

Follie x Reader - NSFW please

Follie's hunt has multiple copies of Follie appearing. This could be for gamplay purposes or completely accurate to lore. Either or since Follie hated painting the lies she was told to, wouldn't she like to paint her muse experiencing pleasure? Since love is 'most powerful emotion' and her muse's pleasure is from her love? Which she knows is true. By the way Ssnce Follie was forced to paint lies she most definitely takes consent into the equation, how she asks for it, I have yet to think of.

Picture perfect pleasure

I can't even say something along the lines of "DE doesn't know what monsters they created" since they simp for Follie too </3 Anyways lets get into this.

You couldn't quite describe what you were feeling right now, your skin was burning but not in a painful way, quite the opposite in fact. Your breath was so hot against the air it created vapor clouds every time you exhaled, your lips raw from how you've been biting them for the past… you honestly couldn't tell anymore.

NSFW under the cut - MDNI

Your teeth pressed against your bottom lip in a feeble attempt to muffle your noises from an imaginary audience, as if there was someone other than you and her here in the present moment. But her fingers would always gently coax your lip free before any further damage could be done.

Speaking of hands, you felt them everywhere. Constantly moving, caressing, gripping. Her fingers flexing and relaxing against your skin and stroking your most intimate places. Pleasure sparked through your body, your legs twitching from the sensation. You'd lost count of how many times she'd made you tip over the edge into bliss by now. The looping sound of the music box gave you absolutely no sense of how much time had passed since you'd indulged her request which she asked you ever so sweetly for.

You allowed your head to tip down, flexing your aching neck to look down at what used to be random strokes and spots of ink trying to dry across your skin, its attempts futile as the sweat on your body kept it wet for soft fingertips to spread it across your body into beautiful swirls and paths. The black substance created mesmerizing patterns and unique shapes which you could swear continued to move on their own but you assumed your current state was making you imagine things.

The air caught in your throat as a familiar feeling sneaked up on you. Your vision got gradually more blurry from how good the build up felt, the warmth spreading from your core out through your muscles making the cold air and ink against your bare skin feel oh so welcoming. You let your head lean back as loving hands wiped away your tears before they rolled down the side of your face. Those same hands tilted your head to look in the direction of one of her many clone's face. The warm material of her helm where you assumed her lips would be pressed against your lips before pulling away, booping your nose with a clean fingertip as the other hands exploring you began to slow.

"Ensure the subject is prepared to continue." A familiar elegant voice echoed from the speakers of the relay, the Follies tilted their heads as they looked at you squirming, biting back a whine as you mourned the sudden loss of friction and movement when you were so, so close.

"I'm okay Follie, please-"

You looked towards the 'original' Follie who was stood a small distance away, a canvas angled so she could see both you and what she was painting. Her palms pressed against the curve of her hips as her fingers tapped against her plating in a steady rhythm, taking your words into consideration and nodding a moment after. Her fingers curled around her brush once more and movement from her clones resumed.

She carefully dragged her brush against the canvas, looking up from time to time to properly take in the sight of what state her touch could put you in. Familiar laughter spread like echoes across a corridor through her clones which surrounded you. But it was not the intimidating, forced laugh she put on during her hunts when she became enraged but a relaxed, carefree sound of genuine joy.

You wanted to laugh along with them, your lips curling into a smile but quickly parting to let another moan spill out as your legs tensed up. Your vision blurred once more and your fingers tangled with those of two of the hands exploring you, gripping on for dear life as the rest of her clones supported your weight and movements. You felt their grip tightening and easing as your body began to shake. Your back arched, fresh tears of pleasure rolling down your face for the nth time that night.

When you calmed down, you heard slow, controlled clapping from the one by the canvas. It appeared that she was finished with her project. She set the canvas aside to dry as her clones used old towels to wipe the sweat off of your body, smudging the ink patterns as they tried to dry you off but stains remained. You found it adorable how desperately they wanted to clean you up, your fingers gently traced the side of one of the Follie's helm, guiding her into a smooch.

"Its okay, I like the way it looks."

They seemed to beam at that, looking over the river of marks that flowed over your skin that they had created, taking pride in every little detail as the ink finally sunk into your skin. You were aware you wouldn't be able to transfer back into your warframe until you had completely washed it off but you honestly couldn't care less at the moment as your girlfriend and her many clones held you so lovingly and carefully as if you were a statue of glass.

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Roathe has me out of my mind and Roathe x Drifter also has me out my mind. askdjalsddkal i'm fine. i'm okay. *sobbing*

[anastasius-writes]

Chef could you pretty please with a cherry on top cook up an Aoi X Reader with a side of extra fluff? It could be them in the base in between missions just being there for each other or whatever you want to write because my brain isn't wanting to think right now.

The signals strong, can you feel it in the floor?

It was about 1AM when you, Aoi and Amir returned from a scout-and-loot errand Arthur had sent you on, unfortunately only finding a few spare clothes and expired food, which put everyone in a damp mood. You sat on the couch in your backroom apartment, bouncing a ball against the wall parallel to you when it suddenly diverted course mid-air, landing in the palm of the bubbly girl you shared this living space with. “You put metal into the tennis ball?”

You leaned forward to get a better look at her standing just outside the doorframe. “What, a girl can’t get creative?” She giggled, leaning down to roll the ball toward Kalymos who began to paw at it. “Never said anything of the sort.” You smiled softly as you got up to approach her, curling a section of her hair between your fingers before leaning in for a kiss that was excitedly reciprocated before Aoi pulled away, shoving 2 plastic albums in your face, a little too close making you pull away to actually read what's on it. Of course. On-Lyne. But by now you’d come to love their music almost as much as Aoi does. “I figured you don’t have these in the future, so I wanted to introduce you to ‘em as a treat instead of having you sulk on the couch all day.” She flashed you a smile, cracking open one of the cases and taking the disc out carefully before sliding it into the player you didn’t even notice in your apartment.

The little Octavia hologram came to life and began to sway to the music as the disc began to spin inside. “She's such a cutie” Aoi cooed, at the projection before turning to you as the music began to play, she took both of your hands and pulled you into the centre of the apartment, you got a little anxious as you noticed what was about to happen. “Ah- Baby I don’t really know how to dance-” You laughed awkwardly, having lived in Duviri for most of your life and having barely any memories of the Zariman you genuinely had no idea how to groove to music, but it seemed Aoi only got more giddy at learning that information. “No one better to teach you than Aoi!” She laughed as she placed her hands on your waist, gently swaying you to the music as you began to catch the rhythm yourself “We’ll start with something simple, promise” She explained as she helped guide your legs and arms to a little jig you’d seen her do before when Amir had accidentally raided a cache full of On-Lyne songs. After a moment you began to move on your own and she copied your moves, sometimes changing the way she waved her arms and you too began to go with whatever you felt was alright. “See? It’s not so hard, you’re a natural at this!” Aoi cheered, taking you by the hand and running around you, spinning you in a circle and your hand moved on its own, taking hers above her head and spinning her around, this was much more fun than you expected, and the little squeal of joy she let out was even more rewarding. But as all practices go, something always goes a little wrong, and eventually you two fall onto the floor together. But instead of any worry or anger you both burst out laughing, propping yourselves up on the floor and taking a moment to look at each other before shuffling close for kisses which ended up in rolling around in the floor and plenty more giggles. It was indeed the party of your lifetime, all thanks to your forever-optimistic girlfriend.

[anastasius-writes]

Can I have a Nokko x Reader where they're just smoking some shrooms together.

Not smoking Nokko though, please don't smoke my boy.

I am a little shroomling please feed me.

"Have the shrooms kicked in?

Nokko Nokko Nokko

Frfr"

Do you think Drifter is able to understand the shroomlings saying Nooko Nokko while high? And also do you think Nokko is squishy and soft like an actual mushroom?

Cause I got high

I changed the plot a little bit since honestly I can't imagine Nokko smoking so forgive me but the general idea is the same YOU GET HIGH FROM MUSHROOMS OKAY HOW DOES NOKKO, A MUSHROOM GET HIGH OFF SHROOMS??? IDK BRO IDK FRIENDLY FIRE I GUESS

Content Warning : Unintentionally getting high

Nightcap and Nokko, protectors of the 'fruits and roots' of the underground fungal colonies have had a third little helper for a while now. It was no secret that you and Nokko had been together a while, and Nightcap had nothing against it either. In fact he preferred sending the two of you off for various tasks throughout the deep mines together as a sort of safety policy, and also to get away from all the kissy mwah mwah romance stuff you two sometimes indulged in.

And today like any other day you were sending the corpus forces back to where they came from, to protect the colonies and the animals of the deep mines from those who seek to exploit them. And a habit you and Nokko had picked up was taking a calm stroll from the now corpus-free mines to admire the wildlife and plants. Nokko would show you where the different mushrooms would grow and you'd fill in Nightcaps notes and sketches if any were missing, and sure you and Nokko aren't the most careful when picking them up but thankfully no fingers have ever been lost to a Devils Cap. At least not yet.

You were flicking through the notes when you felt a pat on your shoulder, Nokko was nodding his head toward a nook in the mines you two didn't visit often.

" What's up? " You asked, aware you wouldn't get a verbal response out of him but you enjoyed speaking to him anyway.

Nokko led you by the hand to the spot that interested him, kneeling down to a fungi you didn't recall. Odd, you swore Nightcap knew this place inside-out, its not like him to miss something out. Oh well, probably some new spores got in and settled.

" Alright. Give me a few minutes. " You crouched down, pencil and notebook in hand as you sketched out the details of this new strange growth.

You didn't have coloured pencils so a normal sketch would have to do for now. Either way you were going to bring a little bit of this new fungi 'home' to Nightcap for him to have a look at so you could always colour it in later. You reached out and carefully plucked the mushroom from where it was growing, cupping it in your hands.

The walk back wasn't too long, but about halfway through you noticed the mushroom you were carrying was releasing some sort of liquid that had begun to gather in your palm, you lifted it gently to look over the liquid before shaking it off your hands.

"Baby, mind holding this for me the rest of the way? It's making a mess. " You spoke in the direction of your boyfriend, who gave you a quick nod and took the fungi out your hand while you wiped whatever was in your hand on your clothes as you had nothing else on hand.

It wasn't until you got home that something started feeling odd, you hoped whatever had been on your hand wasn't lethal, should have worn gloves you big idiot. You rubbed your forehead with one hand as Nightcap inspected the mushroom that was on the table.

" Well, good news, it's not lethal. I had an encounter with one of these before. "

" Then why do I feel so weird, 'cap? "

" Well, the liquid it released is a drug, gets you high after a while. "

What.

" You and Nokko can go sleep it off. I can tell ya it won't kill ya, and I don't want you embarrassing yourself neither. C'mon, I'll help you both up. "

Crap. You had hoped that Nokko being a warframe would make him at least somewhat immune to whatever had entered into your system but it seemed he wasn't feeling himself either. Everything felt funny. Nothing was the same size as you remembered it, and you couldn't quite register what was happening anymore, so it was definitely a surprise when you registered you were suddenly horizontal, one of the sprodlings cooing in your face, how did it even get up here? And why was it so huge?

You smiled, pulling the little guy into an embrace and petting the top of its head as it squealed, making its usual 'nokko nokko' noises at you but this time it… made sense? You think you can understand it anyway, and begin to answer the 'questions' it definitely had asked you. Ranting to it in half coherent sentences as a hand gently placed itself on your shoulder from behind. Nokko was laying next to you on his side, hand gently squeezing your shoulder before trailing along your arm down to place his hand over the back of yours. He made some sort of noise at you, to you it sounded like words so you kept responding.

You looked back at him once to see he was... well... different? His cap was moving in slight waves, no, it was square? Or was it round? Why does it move so much??. And why was he asking you about the politics of numbers? Or did he? You brought up random topics among whatever strange noises you were making while trying to form words, like how the water in Fortuna was just the right temperature, how the vent kids would get along with the sprodlings, or eat them, which the idea of made you cry hysterically, wiping your tears away with the cap of one of the sprodlings you had grabbed.

You then re-examined the creature you were holding. A sentient mushroom thingy. Not the strangest thing you'd seen but it sure was strange. Your boyfriend also sometimes turned into one of these. Wait. You're dating a literal mushroom, and you kiss him. Oh sweet Lua. Were you gonna turn into a mushroom? You felt like a mushroom that's for sure... what does being a mushroom feel like? Can you ever eat mushrooms again?? Will you become like Nightcap??

You woke up the next day, mouth open and dry as hell. You pressed your lips closed and moved your head a bit before realizing the surface you were resting your head on wasn't a pillow. You cracked open an eye to see you were resting on the cap of the shroom on Nokko's shoulder. Oh God. Did you crush it while asleep? Does he know?? Does it hurt??? I mean sure it was comfortable and oddly soft but you still worried for your partners safety first. But you heard no complaints nor did he move away when you lifted your head, the mushroom cap rising back into its normal position thankfully. Nokko was still asleep and some sprodlings had decided to wedge themselves in between you and him cuddling while you were sleeping, the little things slowly waking up from your movement and bouncing off on their merry way.

You were hungry, and thirsty, and the whole ordeal. Slowly getting up off the mattress you and Nokko shared to head down the ladder to grab something to eat, but something caught your eye. There was a few new additions to the corkboard you, nightcap and Nokko used for mushroom records and notes. Your new mushroom got a new name, a coloured sketch, photo and notes. Reading through them you noticed the bullet point reading 'Gets whoever touches it high as a defence mechanism' had an arrow shooting off from it, and low and behold, a picture of you and Nokko deep asleep in the funkiest position ever with sprodlings scattered about was pinned right next to it. Of course Nightcap would find a way to remember this day.

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drifter takes arthur up on his offer to teach them how to cook.

but the buns in the oven are not the only thing that get hot and steamy in the kitchen that day.

once alls done, arthur presents the baked goods to the rest of the squad wanting them to have some, completely unaware of the white flour hand prints all over his armour.