weiiraru

sapere aude | 22 | tired | terminally lazy

[weiiraru]

weiiraru (read as where are you) or wei | 22 | any | always tired

OBSESSED WITH WARFRAME ATM

NOTE - i'm trash at responding or writing and releasing things quickly. i'm most comfy writing angst or just general writing

AUTHOR'S NOTES - LITERARY DEITIES

[weiiraru]

ALL A-FUCKING-BOARD THE QUINCY TRAIN BARKBARKBARKBAKBAKRBKABRKBAKRBAK

[weiiraru]

who's got your 6? || quincy isaacs x reader drabble

tw/cw: thoughts/discussion of death, comfort, fluff

Your heart was pounding out your chest as you shot up from your bed. Cold sweat ran down your back like condensation on a cool glass and your breathing was as if you had sprinted a marathon. The faint light of your nightstand glowed softly among the other little lights within your room. Looking up at the time, your focus jittered as your nerves were still frazzled.

2 something AM. You couldn't be asked to read the rest of the numbers.

Unable to settle back in, you got up from the bed, nearly stumbling to the floor. You muttered out a curse as you gripped the nightstand to keep you steady. Picking up a random hoodie, you pulled it over yourself and walked towards the stairs. If it were any other situation, you would've been comforted by the scent of your lover, but everything was secondary to what you were feeling currently.

Shuffling down the stairs to your small kitchenette, you could feel your heart finally beginning to slow down. Your brows furrowed in frustration as you saw your hand tremble reaching for the glass and loudly setting it down on the countertop with a rattle. Any attempt at pouring water would probably result in a mess which resulted in a frustrated slam onto the table as you leaned your weight into it.

There was no way you were this shaken by your nightmare. Vision? Definitely not a dream. It felt so real, but your mind as much as it tried to grasp what had happened only saw it fall through your fingers like sand. You couldn't remember anymore what it was about. Just that it scared the living shit out of you. Just that it had you losing every single person you loved because you couldn't protect them. You were too slow. You were too weak. You were too. Fucking. Useless. Yeah. You couldn't remember what it was about, though it would be more truthful if you said you didn't wish to remember.

Your mind was swimming in its worry that you didn't hear your door open. You definitely didn't hear Quincy approach. At least until the last second where the hairs on the back of your neck bristled and you swung, materialising your gun into your hand and stopping it with Quincy in the line of fire.

"Whoa there," Quincy quickly knocked your firearm to the side, thankful for your trigger discipline. "What's got you all worked up so early?"

His eyes softly studied your expression as he tucked a strand of hair out of your eyes. It had been bothering you, but you guess you were just that frazzled. You couldn't trust your voice at this moment so you just motioned to the water spout and the cup, hoping he got the message.

"Babes," he reached for the glass and poured some water, holding it for you as his hand reached to gently hold your face. "Was wrong? Never seen you this shook."

Your eyes went to his own before flickering away. Your breathing was settled, but was starting to climb up in your chest again just like water quickly rising.

"Babe," he gripped your face gently, but firmly directing your attention to him. "Talk to me. Was going on? You're proper rattled."

"Just some bad dr—," you tried to wave him off, but he tsked and crowded your vision.

"Be straight with me."

Silence lingered like a heavy blanket over the two of you and that's how you stayed for a moment. The quiet hum of the foundry in the corner, the faint buzz of the stereo, and the steady breathing of you both among other things had your mind trying its best to settle down. The fear was gripping you still though. Leaning into his touch, you opened your mouth and stopped when a croak left you. Gods, you were never this inarticulate. Quincy's eyes only left you as he set down the glass that you definitely weren't in the mindset to drink at the moment. You needed to calm down first.

"I... can't be the only one who's way too scared to even... even. Just," a ragged breath left your body and Quincy's heart shattered at how small you looked before him. He knew how heavy the weight was as he had once carried it, but here you were with the weight of worlds on your shoulders. You were bound to crack. Anyone would've. But you had soldiered on better than most of his brothers in arms when he had served for Sol knows how long and how far and how— just how. With the way you were gripping onto his lapel like a lifeline, he wondered if you were only soldiering on because there was nothing and no one else in the world that gave you meaning or worth.

"Just tell me I'm doing any of this right," a faint, broken voice whispered into the silence. A voice you barely recognised as yours. "I don't know what I'm doing half the time if it's doing any good or right or just.. anything."

Quincy easily lifted you up to set you on the counter and stood in front of you. He knew of the nights where Amir would come barging in, shaken from his nightmares of the blood on his hands. As much as the little squirt ticked him off sometimes, he knew how it was the first time he brought a man to their early grave with a bullet he fired. What more, this kid was just some normie. All fascinated with technology and whatever junk he seemed to pull in from every excursion forced to steel his heart and face the horrors of what he had become, no thanks to Entrati. For a boy who only knew peace to killing Scaldra on the daily? Nightmares were a given.

But you? You always seemed to sleep like a rock, but stirring at the sound of something that was out of the ordinary. Or you stayed up, curled up at the window, nursing a coffee until it became cold and staining a ring within the inner walls of the cup, fire at the shooting range with a bow so as not to wake anyone, or just doing something. You were never this shaken up. You were always so put together. Quincy never expected you to be that way. Each person had their own breakpoints and he had his moment with you, baring his heart in a way that left him scared of losing you or being hurt.

Quincy took a deep breath and leaned against the counter, caging you in, but you never felt trapped with him. He watched as you stuttered with unspoken words, dying before they left your lips.

"Duviri messed me up more than you think.. or I thought really. Stuck in an eternal loop of killing and dying and killing and dying and..." You let out a tired laugh, pushing the heels of your palms into your eyes as you slowly leaned forward and rested your head on his shoulder. "Sometimes I still feel like I'm still there. So my mind is just ready to close my eyes and breathe my last."

Your let out a heavy breath that shook your body like a leaf in the wind. Tears probably would have pooled in your eyes and stained his lapel, but your body was too exhausted for it. Mind too spent trying to reason with itself.

"You know... As much as you say they piss you off, I'm glad you have the others to have your back. Even Amir," you felt Quincy scoff quietly to which you smiled slightly and weakly punched him in the chest. "I know you still care for that little squirt, Q. "

The smile faded from your lips as you thought to your nightmare the blood on your hands, the vile iron on your tongue, and the deafening silence of being alone through it all. "I guess I wished I had that while I was in Duviri. Well. I guess I kinda did with Teshin, but the bastard's halfway in the grave and probably wanted to take me with him with how stupid I was. He was the closest I had to family I guess. Though that's a generous title to give to him."

His hands moved to gently rub your thighs, quiet, comforting, just existing in the space with you. Your eyes looked down at one of his hands and reached to hold it. Feeling you play with his hand, he let each digit remain as you had left it. He didn't think he'd be able to feel the warmth of another in this hellhole, but Sol. You were the warmest of all he had known. So bright, so warm. A burning fire of passion and drive and hope. Maybe it was blasphemy, but you burned brighter than Sol and he was left blinded by you. He didn't mind that though. You were his Sol, but with you burning so low like a candle about to flicker out, he longed to be your anchor. Something to hold your head up. Someone to lean on like you were now. Somewhere for you to seek out as sanctuary.

"It's so damn lonely starting out where I had and ending up where I am now. Just dragged from one thing to another, floating in the Void and wherever between like a tin can far above everything yet still so trapped within it all," you absentmindedly ran a fingernail through a scratch on his hand, not noticing how he stiffened slightly. Your voice lowered noticeably as you seemed to make yourself smaller. "I guess I'm jealous of all of you. You guys have someone at your back. Someones even—"

"What am I, invisible?" Quincy snorted, leaning back to lift your chin and look at you. Your eyes held this impossible to explain emotion, one that you yourself didn't know how or what you were exactly expressing. Your mouth opened and closed like a goldfish trying to find words to say before you ultimately shook your head and brought your arms around his neck to hug him.

"I'm scared, Q," you whispered in a way that sounded like you were shattered in a million pieces on the floor, ready to be swept up and tossed away like broken glass. "I'm scared to lose everything. I'm scared to lose all of you. I'm terrified to lose you. I don't have it all together. Being some kind of universe saviour means shit if I can't keep it together. I—"

You felt his hand slowly rub up and down your back as you held onto him tighter. Scared that if you let go, you would wake up and see it all disappear like a dream.

"Babe, if everyone had it all together, the world wouldn't be this shit. I know you've got to go off and save the world, but for what it's worth, know that I'm always here," Quincy pressed his lips onto your cheek and your heart ached. In a good way. "Just make sure you find your way back to me, yeah? I don't care when. Just come over. There'll always be a you-shaped place by my side and my bed. Fair?"

You nodded and a smile crept back to his lips as he leaned in and kissed you softly. It was gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking you, but the warmth that burned in your chest as you held him close made you feel safe. Pulling away, you fidgeted with his hand and bit your lip as you fought for the right words.

"Is it okay?" He tilted his head slightly in confusion, brow raised in question. "Is it okay for me to be this selfish?"

"Pshhh," he laughed and buried his head in your neck to nibble, "Be as selfish as you want with me. I'm all yours. I've already claimed you like a dog pissin' up a lamppost."

You laughed and shoved at him, shaking your head at how disgusting his analogy was. But it brightened your mood. He smiled softly at you and kissed you again. "There you are. Love it when you're smiling for me."

Nuzzling into him, you exhaled your worry away. Those hard days were definitely going to arrive again. It was going to continue to haunt you, but you now had someone there to be your bastion. You had forgotten it. Curse you for forgetting it. But you had him now. Exhaustion washed over you as he held you there.

"Come on, let's call it, yeah?" You only nodded into him as you began to drift asleep. The next point at which your body shifted was when he lay you down on the bed and pulled you close to him. What you didn't know as you were lost to sleep was that he held you dearly and whispered words he knew you couldn't hear, but ones he knew he had to say.

"I've got your six, babes. Don't you worry about a thing."

[weiiraru]

i just had to. but like my heart can't continue for now. he- he don't need his gun to be lethal. his gaze- oml

[weiiraru]

so. quincy isaacs....

he's so fucking cute. i might swap destinations to quincy bc fuck- but arthur.... but quincy........... but AR— QUI— AAAAAAA i want them both. i need them both. OTL

[weiiraru]

hast thou the flower there? welcome, wanderer.

oberon sketch (will render later, just drew it while waiting for my oberon prime (that my friend threw at me for finishing the new war) to finish cooking) & a titania/oberon sketch (came to mind bc midsummer night's dream is one of my favourite plays so i had to make the two together even if they may not be in warframe lore)

also i like how oberon has a slight stomach. very. cute.

[weiiraru]

possible epilepsy warning!!

jade shadows spoilers

[weiiraru]

OMG I MET HIM I SEE MY HUSBAND. OML. also nobody told me i was going to get jumpscared and screaming and terrified from certain quests having a more scary theme lol. it may not be acary to everyone or most ppl, but i'm not good with scary things lol

the lore is lore-ing. i am greatly enjoying it so far

also have a quick doodle of my drifter/operator like a bit of a while after new war. drifter = white hair, operator = dark grey hair

[weiiraru]

i love lore. i also have a memory of a goldfish. DO NOT spoil me on anything.

current quest: the new war (stopped just when i have access to play as teshin)

natah so far feels kinda flat probably bc i'm still trying to break past the surface of her lore. there's no clear reason shown just yet from what i remember of her becoming the lotus. her in her idk... black weird funky droid form is kinda disturbing and unsettling which speaks towards the weird uncanny nature of like people and things being changed and altered and manipulated to be or perform certain functions and by the look of it is some kind of creator of sorts or a priest-like position based on her hands being together like one in prayer.

ballas i think is an interesting character. ugly esp when he gets deformed but interesting all the same. him backstabbing his people by plotting with the enemy and then poisoning the waters of his very own people to make biological weapons that serve his purpose and then later after he gets stabbed by ours truly he becomes deformed and deranged, but his drive towards a goal is still ever present. has a lot of desire for control, but he lost it all when erra comes into the picture (erra design btw looks sick. eldritch horror-ey). and it's so neat to see the differences from before. all poised and flaunting his power and then stumbling, skittering around (though also dragged by a leash)

erra seems cool too. don't really know too much about him except that cs where he talks to natah and tells her that since their mother's dead she's become the new mother? ig? his plans seems to kinda align with ballas'. or the other way around. but also i find it hilarious when erra approaches and goes "don't be afraid" looking like something straight out of a nightmare LMAO

simply: natah meh. ballas neat. erra visually cool but everything else is eh bc i'm still learning lore.

[weiiraru]

shelter || arthur nightingale x reader drabble

art by me

Eyes darting up towards the door, you could see Arthur just standing there, his eyes scanning the room, searching. Upon settling on you, his body seemed to relax ever so slightly as he plodded in, the door closing behind him. Your brow raised inquisitively. He usually had something to say. A quippy line, a how-do-you-do, a sexually charged rumble that never seemed to fail at living rent free in your head. He was quiet.

Worry was now settling in as he approached, rounding the table and coming to stand next to the couch where you were sprawled out. The soft smile that was on your lips when he came in that changed into an awkward one now faded completely as your brows gathered in concern.

"Arth-," you're startled as he dove into you. His head buried into your neck as his arms snaked in between your body and the cushions. Surprised, you lay there frozen as he inhaled deeply. The exhale that left him caused his body to melt into yours as your hands found their place around him, one hand stroking his hair as he rumbled into your nape. If he didn't adamantly argue that he wasn't, you would've told him he was very much like a cat. "Everything ok?"

A low rumble with the feeling of a 'yes' vibrated against the crook of your neck as he remained there in your hold. As soon as you were about to hug him tighter or settle in for a nap, Arthur moved, rising to prop himself up with his arms. His eyes lingered on your eyes before lowering down to your lips. Leaning down, he pressed his lips softly into yours as his forearm moved to gently cup your head and stroke your hair with his hand. Your lips moved tenderly against his as you felt his legs shift over to the ground. Pushing himself up, Arthur smiled as he stood to his full height and stretched. Your eyes still remained on your lover, concern a prevalent emotion as you noticed that he seemed to be quite energised now.

STILL without a word, Arthur moved to leave and now you were a little peeved. Sitting up, you chucked the throw pillow at him, expression now overtaken by annoyance, nailing him in the back of the head.

"Excuse me?!" he picked up the pillow and held it like a shield as if it would protect him from your slight anger. Backing slowly away towards the door, Arthur looked back every so often to check that he wasn't running into anything. You were tempted to run up to him and grab him, bite him, growl at him, anything.

Right at the threshold of your room, he finally spoke. Who knew some words were enough to make your frustrations disappear like salt in water

"I love you," the gravely timbre of his voice soothing you like honey on your tongue. He gave a smile and a slight raise of his brows like a peace offering. You couldn't help but smile back as he set the pillow down on the table by your door.

"I love you too you bastard," you shook your head as you huffed in amusement as you collapsed back into the couch. "But don't you dare come in again all silent in the future. I will eat you alive."

You heard the door close before opening again and your ears strained to listen.

"I wouldn't mind if you bit into me, savouring me like a tasty morsel. I'd wear it like a badge if I could. Unlike you, always covering up all my marks," you shot up from the couch like a bullet face flushed as you turned to the door where Arthur stood, a cheeky grin on his face. "I expect some teeth tonight, love."

With your face burning and your jaw hanging so low that it probably dug through the earth and went to the core of the planet, you were stunned beyond belief as your lover chuckled and left.

What an absolute fucking menace.

[weiiraru]

but is it fair || arthur nightingale x reader drabble

small oneshot maybe to include in the full fic that i'm in the process of writing. this was actually meant for r6 doc, but i felt it fit arthur a bit more as i reread it. also first x reader i'm writing lol.

{you're in love,} a voice brought him out of his thoughts. turning to face the speaker, arthur rubbed the back of his neck as he stopped spinning his sword

"i...may be," he chuckled, turning his attention back to you, watching as you shoved past amir to chase after quincy. after grappling with the sniper, you ultimately triumphed and made some quick gestures, rude ones to the offending protoframe, on the device before stuffing it back into your pocket. some words were exchanged before you turned to see him looking at your direction. he tensed at your sudden gaze. hand ceasing to fidget with his sword that he was absentmindedly picking away at the pommel of.

{you're absolutely smitten,} eleanor huffed in amusement. {would it kill either of you to be honest?}

"i.." his voice faltered as he let the words die in his mouth. they were simple words to make sounds for and to let out, but it was all too heavy for him to just say. he couldn't do it to you. he shouldn't.

"that wouldn't be right," his face strained at making a smile that reflected how strained his heart felt in saying those words regarding his... fuck. he let his head hang and began to study the cracks in the floor. he didn't know what to call you. he knew, but he didn't. his heart ached to call you his, but you weren't. he couldn't just call you a comrade in arms, that was too far removed. he was painfully in love and he knew it. hell at this point everyone knew it but just refused to say anything about it. maybe even you knew and was cruelly letting him suffer in his inability to confess. shifting his gaze towards his feet, he shuffled them against the tiled ground and sighed. "wouldn't be right to them."

eleanor only looked at him before exhaling heavily and shaking her head. {one of these days they'll be out of your grasp and you'll have to live with the thought that you couldn't at least attempt trying to tell them.}

"i...know," arthur nodded as he looked back up at you who was now trying to wrestle with quincy, for what reason he didn't know, but it was a losing battle just like his fight against his heart in saying he didn't love you. a whisper barely escaped his lips as he echoed his own words that stabbed him like daggers, "i know."

[weiiraru]

.. there is a special place in hell for orokin caches. what the fuck.

no i didnt run loot oriented mods. im just throwing shit together atm and trying to level frost rn (which by the way hi velimir *flirting noises*)

I SPENT A FUCKING HOUR TRYING TO SEARCH FOR THESE FUCKS. ACTUALLY WAS GOING CLINICALLY INSANE.

anyways this area will be crowded with plushies as i get them.

[weiiraru]

random SFW arthur hcs while i fight for my life trying not to be bad at the game and still thirsting over this man... or trying not to be bad at the game WHILE thirsting over him...and roathe... and velimir..... and admiring at how fucking cool all the frames look...

will definitely get phantom pains from his eye

won't say much about it and would probably try not to interact much with others. sometimes the pain will just make it feel more like a migraine than a phantom pain. doesn't want to be and definitely won't admit that he kind of enjoys being cared a lot for when in this state.

has immense respect for those who are skilled with the blade

sure it has to do with the fact that he is a swordsman, but he still greatly admired those who can wield a sword and wield it well as the sword is a very intimate weapon. he'd probably want to compare notes or at least observe from afar.

probably swears whenever he gets hurt/grazed/hit, but will often refuse to admit that he is indeed hurt and requires medical attention

though a small amount of it has to do with his pride, most of it is due to his desire to not make anyone worry. he'll probably be the type that's bleeding out and still fight whoever's trying to patch him up because someone else has got a paper cut.

would growl in immense frustration

if extremely frustrated from being upset over something or someone, he may growl/yell and grumble as he tries not to rip his hair out.

has definitely dyed his grey hairs once but then decided it was too much work and lived with it.

came out of his mild irritation over getting grey hairs so soon, but he soon realised the process of dyeing it was more frustrating. he hasn't failed to notice the few strands of grey mixing in with his longer black hair. he's gotten over amir and quincy calling him old man or gramps even though velimir is the oldest one of them all.

likes to nurse his drink and just watch the ice melt half the time

while he will sometimes have a drink here and there or even get drunk under the table by some of the others, he probably enjoys just sitting with the drink. sure, a cold one may be nice, but spending some time to quiet his mind and slow down and take a pause from it all and just watch ice melt kind of resets his mind and lets him keep himself from going crazy.

would play with his s/o's hands

just watching their fingers intertwined in his, playing with it absentmindedly, or just seeking out his partner's hand to just hold onto (to make sure that they're still there and not a dream that he'll wake up from and see the clock ticking towards death and they were never there to begin with)

as rough and tough as he is, he's definitely a big puppy

to the point that he would and could lick his partner from head to toe. ...probably some nsfw hc from this one later

[weiiraru]

he is genuinely not fair. why the hell does he look so good. i'm crying and sobbing and weeping. grrr

ok thirsting aside, the story seems really neat. but i've also just been giga obsessed with staring at the environment, the internal workings of the ships and buildings, the fricking ground that looks like baked beans in cetus, and stuff like that. really fascinating.

fortuna was fun, but i think overall i really enjoy how big the world feels in the open world maps.

another concept i enjoy is actually the traders lol. i'm not going to get into that just yet since i'm starting out, but it scratches my brain just right when things are done as realistically as possible. so when i heard there's actual travel time that the traders have before they pop up at a different relays, it genuinely made me giddy LMAO

i chuck this question out into the void (pun not intended), but if i were to make a discord server or just chuck random thoughts in posts here as i traverse the world of warframe, would it be interesting or nah?

anyways back to being the bumbling newbie that i am.

[weiiraru]

AUTHOR'S NOTES

hi, this is weiiraru. you can call me wei. i'm chronically tired, lazy, and thirsting over jaded old png men.

i write chara x oc. ig i'm open to requests, but i'm just really slow in general in writing bc i'm busy with irl and really have to block out time to be able to sit down and write and most times i'm just exhausted from life.

i'm very open to talking about anything and everything really. just shoot an ask and i'll try my best to respond in a timely manner.

now for the serious stuff..

- all written work has been made by me and is NOT open to ai feeding, copying, or any form of reproduction. - all drawn work has been made by me and is NOT open to ai feeding, copying, or any form of reproduction - characters (that aren't my oc) are obviously NOT my original characters - characters (that are my ocs) are mine and are NOT open to use by others unless thoroughly discussed - racism, sexism, classism, ableism, religionism, etc. is NOT tolerated, kindly: fuck off. - harassment of any kind is NOT tolerated - minors (17 and younger) will be blocked if discovered, shame on you if you fake your age, but that is out of my control if I am blatantly deceived. it is under my OWN discretion to choose not to interact with you though if i feel you are not 18+ | ageless blogs will be considered as a minor - bottom line: you think you'll get punched irl for it? don't say it and just leave.

what my writing WILL CONTAIN

- jaded. old. png. men. yes. please. 'nough said - angst. i love angst and grief and the struggle and strain of life - fluff, comfort - violence, gore (to a relatively mild degree, if it pushes a bit more past mild then i WILL add an extra warning), death/loss - varying gender pairings and 1:1 or poly pairings

what my writing WILL NOT CONTAIN

- extremely detailed and graphic depictions of rape, abuse, violence - nsfw: adult/minor (aging up counts imo), incest/stepcest, smut (idk it's hard breh) - furries, wlw (idk mentally my neurons can't fire to be able to write these well. i tried. it didn't come out great.)

i take requests but take NOTE

- i am. slow. at writing bc of irl. unless it like absolutely clicks with me, expect your request to be something small and short or a hc version of just bits of random paragraphs that revolve around your idea/req - i'm unfamiliar with fandoms that aren't: mainly arknights or ffxiv - i have heard of and have a small amount of knowledge of these fandoms: jjk, one piece, warframe, r6s, hsr, league of legends (ik.. im sorry. the disease persists...) - idk if i'd really do reader x chara (bc it doesn't flow well into writing) or reader x oc (bc mostly my ocs are bound to their character pairing), but i'll see.

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i'm in.

ALSO MY FRIEND GOT ME THE FUCKING GEMINI SKIN IM SOBBING AND CRYING AND SCREAMING (BUT THE S IS SILENT)

[weiiraru]

why do i keep writing when i don't know warframe lore... i'm going to end up writing to scrap it all because i got lore wrong and bc i hate getting things wrong when it comes to lore.....

and i'm just adding my own made up shit for my chara..... i can already hear the pitchforks and torches...

at least it's angst tho >:]