VoidChild Independent rp blog for Nevei. Mostly a wip because I haven't had this oc for very long.
Rules About Verse
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Cosmic Funnies
Cosimo Galluzzi
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

Love Begins
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Xuebing Du
$LAYYYTER
cherry valley forever
RMH
KIROKAZE

PR's Tumblrdome
The Stonewall Inn

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trying on a metaphor

pixel skylines
tumblr dot com
ojovivo
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day

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VoidChild Independent rp blog for Nevei. Mostly a wip because I haven't had this oc for very long.
Rules About Verse
In a rare display of open emotional vulnerability, Arthur has flopped himself across Nevei's lap on one of the couches in the backroom and Sighed(TM) like a tired old dog. Ignore the fact that he's made of 80% steelflesh. It's probably fine. As usual though, there's a limit to how open he can be about needing something, so he's buried/hidden his face in the couch cushions so they don't have to look at each other.
Be Niceys To Him, Nevei. Perhaps even Pet His Hair about it.
Nevei is surprised by the action, but not visibly so. Though it's quickly surpassed and he's touched. He's lost count how many times he and Drifter have quietly talked about Arthur and his...Arthur-ings, not to mention the handful of conversations he's had with Eleanor and her firm yet caring instructions to be gentle with Arthur if he's ever vulnerable.
"Rough day huh?" He says in a soft, low tone that's enough to rival Arthur's own gravelly voice. Nevei takes a moment before eventually slowly moving his hand to gently pet Arthur's hair, while his opposite hand rested in amongst the gnarled ridges of his spine. Nevei wasn't put off by it by the slightest, he felt he had no reason to be.
Drifter (Nevei) Ref
Finally got around to doing this -lies down-
Also putting this one on here too so they're together.
Wanted to draw my operator and drifter
Drifter Nevei is a bit too nonchalant when it comes to this sort of thing. Centuries in Duviri will do that to you.
because my handwriting is questionable: Operator Nevei: You EAT VOIDGEL???? Drifter Nevei: Yeah- well...ate...Keyword:..Ate.
Drifter Nevei: I mean hey, Duviri has it's uses Operator Nevei, struggling to wrap his head around this: ......you ATE voidgel. IN DUVIRI- Drifter Nevei: And looped before it'd kill me Operator Nevei: sol why
His outfit layers, now in colour.
He'll get a proper ref eventually
Harrow touches Nevei's shoulder, just gently. It is not his Warframe, but the other Drifter is nowhere to be found, and there is something it wants. When Nevei turns to it, it takes its hand away and instead taps the donda lying on the computer desk. Rell’s toy. The same one Lyon, far away in the cathedral, disconnected from the voices that kept him sane in his youth, has on his own desk.
It taps it again. Rap. Tap. Tap.
[ let him meet lyon, nevei. he can’t do it without your help. ]
( li es d ow n)
Nevei jumps slightly at the gentle touch upon his shoulder, he didn't know how these Warframes could somehow move around so silently but sure enough. Drifter had left him alone in their backroom while they went out to run some errands or possibly try and get Arthur's keys down that had Somehow Magically found their way onto the support beams, high up on the ceiling of the mall.
Nevei quietly watches the Harrow frame tap on the familiar donda that sat on the desk. Golden eyes staring thoughtfully and curiously at what it was trying to convey, of course the familiar rhythm sent a shiver up his spine.
"...Rell's." Nevei looks from the toy and back to Harrow. "I...can't say that I remember them all that well- the kid has mentioned them but..." He says softly, the thoughtful gaze never leaving his face. "There is another that knew him. Lyon..."
rancidvoice: lmfao sorry for this but idk who else to tell
[attached: a screenshot of a conversation with Lettie, where she indicates an interest in—I can’t type this out I’ll die.]
rancidvoice: WHAT DO I SAY TO THIS
SpaceTrauma: hey-
SpaceTrauma: o h that's uh SpaceTrauma: that's um
SpaceTrauma: wait what does she mean by that??????
Roathe affects indifference, but his tail lashes agitatedly when Nevei comes towards him. “What now? Another title for your collection?” He sighs, snapping his book closed, then narrows his eyes. “I—you didn’t actually go out and find all of those Harrow parts, did you? I threw that in there as a joke at our dear priest’s expense… Oh, very well. I now bestow upon you the title of—whatever it was, blah blah blah—“
[ jumping months into the future when you finally collect all 250 Harrow chassis— ]
He begrudgingly came to Deimos, knowing that he had to do this eventually. Did he collect all 250 Chassis out of spite? Or by chance? Or a bit of both? Nevei leant more into the "out of spite" category given just how much he enjoyed this one certain protoframe's presence. As much as he'd prefer to be anywhere else, or doing anything else right now, he'd rather it be him doing this than having to deal with the aftermath of two Operators coming into the Necralisk and turning the same certain protoframe into a punching bag...even if he himself would quietly find it entertaining. "Thanks, and yeah I did." He says somewhat flatly, taking the Honoria with equal deadpannery.
voidtouched: are you around?
voidtouched: nothing’s happened. I just can’t stop thinking about… what happened on Tau.
voidtouched: I thought maybe we could go and loot some old Orokin caches about it. haha.
[ in which i am sad after playing That Quest so our operators deserve to hang out. dkgkdkgk ]
(🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺) VoidChild: hey VoidChild: oh VoidChild:....yeah me too.... VoidChild: Yeah I'd be up for that >:)
L a y e r s
Concepty thing trying to figure out how his outfit works + all it's layers. Jacket version wins in the end, I might try and colour it later.
I discovered the "secret" None option for the outfits actually gives the Drifter a kind of body suit thing so I turned it into a t shirt just because.
Caliban, disheartened, floats ominously behind Nevei, following him around the backroom. It seems to be keeping a particularly close eye on him after The Events In The Plains TM yesterday.
[ listen i know warframes can't move on their own unless they're special or whatever but consider: he's special TO ME. also he hasn't summoned any of his children all day because he's worried they'll blow up unexpectedly like the eidolon lures did. :( ]
Nevei's aware of his newly acquired shadow, it'd been following him around for most of the day as he milled about between missions and bounties, fiddling with mods, cleaning weapons etc. He hadn't failed to notice that it'd been jumping between following him and Drifter around ever since last nights rather dismal Eidolon hunt. It's behaviour had made him rather curious and it was definitely something he'd have to bother Operator Nevei about at some point, though after some thought about all the times he and Drifter had joked about "Caliban and the Kids" he wondered if the Warframe actually harbored some parental instinct and was the epitome of that mother duck who'd suddenly picked up 20 ducklings; 15 of them not being hers. Eventually he turns to face the mother henning Warframe and just gives them a soft smile. "Hey I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, Drifter and I can't be gotten rid of that easily."
"Is that what I'm going to turn into?"
Arthur's tone is impossible to read as he looks the empty Excalibur over once Nevei transfers out of it. Curiousity? Revulsion? Despair? It could be all of them or none. He's well-practiced in the art of keeping his feelings out of his body.
He touches the warframe's spine, so much like his own, then thinks better of it and sharply draws his hand back. "Can he--can it--can they... feel anything, if you're not in them?"
"I-" Truthfully he's not sure, so far it hadn't looked like the transformation had progressed since he'd been there. Had it actually stopped because there was no more serum to give? Or was it because they were all stuck in a time loop? (I actually can't remember if this was stated anywhere NLKSGHDLKHD) "-well technically yeah, though I can't give a definitive answer, you could stay as is. Albrecht is real good at telling us things." He says gently though his comment about Albrecht is laced with sarcasm. Quietly he hopes this was it for the protoframe transformation, the Hex were not people he wanted to lose. Nevei watches Arthur curiously poke around the empty Warframe. "You'd probably have to ask the kid that one, but like...the Frames aren't...totally empty and it's not like there's nothing in there- it's faint but there's something left."
Just a lil thing of my Drifter Nevei and his Duviri weapon of choice: Edun
A little screenshot redraw of these two:
Mashing Drifters together with @loyalhorror >:3c
Drifter on Arthur nonsense(affectionate)
Feat @loyalhorror and my Drifters >:3c
The Calm
I was told that the Warframe community likes drifter x drifter so here's my contribution HGJKNDFD
An early christmas gift for @loyalhorror of our drifters being Very Close with Duviri ironically being the place where they can find the most solitude and quiet. Also something something building good memories.
Who taught the Drifter how to dance (affectionate)
My Drifter and @loyalhorror s having some fun because b o y do they need it NHLKDHLKDF
Lyrics are Prince's 1999