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[cephalonprime]

I'm going to assume he meant me since I was the only low level MR on the team. BUT! That being said, I think my build is working then if this was their reaction? Which is nice too know! Since I know nothing about builds.

I'm MR14 though so not really MR0. I just don't level stuff up, I've been playing for years. But, I have been working on leveling up all my unranked things to get more MR.

Curious who people main the most. I main Sevagoth Prime. But, I may have Volt Prime as a second main, mostly 'cause of Amir.

I am trying to get all the Prime versions of The Hex's warframe protos do I can put their skins on. I don't level up regular Warframes if they have Primes since it seems like a waste of forma to me. But, if they don't have a Prime coming out for a while then I might build them if I like the Warframe enough.

Edit:

I can post the build I have on my Sevagoth. I also realize the way I worded the first part was a bit misguided, I am not taking credit for the build since I did take it from a video which I will try my best to find. But, probably can find it if you search "Sevagoth Prime Builds," or "Steel Path Sevagoth Prime Builds."

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How do you guys think The Hex would react to the Helminth? Since that thing probably just appeared in the backroom one day.

Imagime them seeing the Drifter either;

A: Sacrificing a Warframe to it where it literally stabs them, drops them and then absorbs them

Or

B: Having it stab our necks to get the Cysts off and or giving a frame different abilities.

And what about our Helminth Chargers? I personally have one each for all three Helminth skins, so imagine them seeing the deformed one just walking around wanting pets and wiggling the weird tail thing it has? Not to mention the Deimos pets you can get.

God, what would they think of Nidus? Lol.

But, back to the sacrificing part. You do have a talk with Quincy about the Warframes being human once, so I feel like he'd be really disturb with witnessing A. But, the normal Warframes are duplicates of Primes lore wise and Primes were the ones who used to be humans (I think, I don't remember) so maybe that'll make it better for him? Probably not.

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Small Spoiler for Arthur Nightingale messaging things. But nothing big.

Drifter walking out of the backroom: "ARTHUR, WHAT IS A SHEEP!?"

(I love animals so I feel like my Drifter would be obsessed with learning about new animals that he's never seen before, or that are extinct in his time.)

Also if people have a hard time reading the screenshot here it is typed out ⬇️

Broadsword: Ever sit there and think about how many people you've killed?

Drifter: Sometimes. Usually when I'm trying to fall asleep.

Broadsword: Like counting sheep, right?

Drifter: What's a... *sheep*?

Broadsword: Sol, that's bloody adorable. Thanks for the laugh.

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I haven't read them in a long time since I have been away from Genshin for a while, but I remember the SAGAU going around and imagine if Warframe characters were self aware?! I wonder how they'd act? I am like 99% sure they'd hate us at first (or forever) 'cause their lives are miserable as hell and wouldn't like to know their whole life was scripted. Which I mean, understandable.

Can't tell if the Operator or Drifter would hate us or not though since technically we've always been there for them even after Lotus left and we also make them stronger.

Also would be interesting if other peoples Operator/Drifters were self aware and anytime they see each other they'd just talk to each other during missions somehow, maybe even become friends and talk to each other well we're offline or something.

Thought it was an interesting consept. Also so our Drifters aren't so lonely before they met the Hex.

But also with the other Tenno's being aware, would their Ordis's also be aware and want to talk to each other too? Anytime one Tenno visits another they just bring their Cephalon's for a playdate lol. Wonder how Cephalon Cy would react to another Cephalon Cy. Oh my god, what about Umbra?!

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I know Stalker used to be a human, but it has been so long that he probably forgot a lot of shit. An if I remember correctly from somewhere I heard that the Orokin didn't accept relationships or something about having children(?) I could be horribly wrong. But, if it is true I find it funny with the concept of him forgetting the most basic shit because he is so used to being a killer Warframe and not a human especially caring for a kid. So pretty clueless Stalker.

Parenting 101

The Tenno had seen many impossible things in their time—warriors bending time and space, creatures born from the Void’s madness, entire worlds consumed by greed and decay.

But nothing compared to the sight of the Stalker, his Stalker, sitting stiffly in their quarters, cradling a baby like it was a live explosive.

The once-feared assassin of the Orokin, the nightmare that haunted Tenno across the system, looked utterly defeated by a tiny, squirming infant.

It was almost funny. Almost.

The Tenno sat across from him, cross-legged, their hands resting idly on their knees. "Alright," they began, voice smooth, steady. "Let's start with the basics. What do you actually know about taking care of a baby?"

Stalker glared. "They cry. A lot."

The Tenno hummed. "Correct." They leaned forward slightly. "And do you know why they cry?"

Stalker’s scowl deepened. He gestured vaguely at the bundle in his arms. "I assume they do it to test my patience."

The Tenno’s shoulders shook—barely—before they forced themselves to remain neutral. "Not exactly," they said, amused. "Babies cry when they need something. Hunger, discomfort, exhaustion—sometimes they just want to be held."

Stalker tensed at that last one, glancing down at the infant. "...That is unreasonable."

The Tenno shrugged. "Maybe, but it’s how they work. Think about it. They're helpless. They don’t have weapons, shields, or fancy powers. All they can do is cry and hope someone listens."

Stalker’s grip on the child shifted slightly, barely noticeable. He said nothing.

"Alright," the Tenno continued, "when was the last time they ate?"

Stalker blinked. "They eat?"

The Tenno stared.

Umbra, who had been silently watching from the corner of the room, let out a quiet, deeply disappointed sigh.

The Tenno pinched the bridge of their nose. "Stalker… what do you think keeps a baby alive?"

The assassin’s fingers curled slightly around the child. "They breathe, don’t they?"

The Tenno groaned. "Okay, we are starting from the absolute beginning."

Lesson One: Feeding

It turned out Stalker had no idea what babies ate, let alone how to feed them.

The Tenno had to guide him through every step, starting with formula and bottles. Stalker handled the bottle with the same caution he would a live grenade, watching the milk inside swirl as if it might detonate at any moment.

The baby, growing impatient, made a frustrated little noise.

"Hold them upright," the Tenno instructed, adjusting their own posture as a demonstration. "Support their head—yes, like that. Now, tilt the bottle just enough so they don’t swallow air."

Stalker did as told, albeit stiffly, pressing the bottle’s tip to the infant’s lips. They latched on instantly, drinking greedily.

Stalker stared. "It is working."

"Yes," the Tenno said dryly, "that tends to happen when you actually feed them.*"

Umbra nodded in silent approval.

Lesson Two: Diaper Changing

This was the moment Stalker nearly walked out and abandoned the lesson altogether.

He took one look at the soiled diaper, at the sheer horror of what lay inside, and nearly activated his Smoke Screen to vanish.

"Absolutely not," he stated, standing. "I refuse."

The Tenno grabbed his wrist before he could teleport. "Oh no, you don’t. You made this tiny being. You are responsible for everything that comes out of them."

Stalker glared at them, then at Umbra, as if expecting support.

Umbra simply crossed his arms.

With a resigned growl, Stalker begrudgingly knelt back down, accepting his fate.

The Tenno guided him through the process, biting back laughter at his obvious discomfort. "It's just waste, Stalker," they teased. "Surely someone who's spent centuries drenched in the blood of his enemies can handle a bit of baby poop?"

Stalker hissed at them through his helmet, but followed their instructions anyway.

When he was done, he sat back, exhaling sharply. "That was… unpleasant."

"Welcome to parenthood," the Tenno said, patting his shoulder.

Lesson Three: Sleep

Stalker quickly learned that sleep was a myth.

The baby refused to settle, fussing and whining despite his best efforts. He rocked them (awkwardly), whispered to them (gruffly), even attempted to meditate while holding them (failed miserably).

The Tenno watched, arms crossed, head tilted. "...You do realize you could sing to them, right?"

Stalker turned his head so fast it nearly cracked. "What?"

"Sing," the Tenno repeated, completely serious. "It soothes them. Makes them feel safe."

Stalker bristled. "I am an assassin, not a bard."

"You could be both," the Tenno countered.

Stalker growled.

Then, after a long moment of internal suffering, he inhaled sharply. His voice—low, rough, hesitant—muttered something in an old, nearly forgotten tongue. It was barely a melody, just a quiet rhythm of syllables strung together, but the baby stilled almost instantly.

The Tenno said nothing, only smiling softly behind their mask.

Umbra nodded again, approving.

The Final Lesson: Acceptance

By the time the night ended, Stalker sat in the dim glow of the quarters, the baby curled safely in his arms, finally asleep.

The Tenno sat beside him, quiet, content.

"You’re doing better than you think," they murmured.

Stalker scoffed, but it lacked his usual venom. "...Perhaps."

He looked down at the child, their tiny fingers curled around the edge of his armor. For all the destruction he had wrought, for all the battles he had fought, this small, fragile thing was now the most terrifying challenge of all.

But he would not fail them.

The Tenno patted his shoulder, standing. "You’ll be fine." They turned toward the door. "Just… try not to train them to be an assassin before they can walk."

Stalker huffed. "No promises."

Umbra, now seated beside him, reached out once more—this time, a reassuring grip on his shoulder.

Stalker did not pull away.

For the first time in a long, long while, he did not feel like a shadow.

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Okay, it doesn't happen often but can anyone else agree that it is slightly annoying when people start The Circuit without the other people fully loading in or picking their loadout? I've been caught a couple times were the Warframe I got stuck with didn't have all their abilities unlocked because they were a low level, and/or just dealt a really shitty loadout in general.

I'm not going to be an ass about since it is a game and I can always just leave the lobby or stay if the loadout I was given is good enough to go on. But it is really annoying.

Especially this one time this person called me useless because I kept dying and asked why I even picked the Warframe I was using. I was useless I'll be honest because I kept dying. However, I didn't even get to pick my laodout.

Not saying that situation will happen all the time but it just annoyed me. Besides we are in The Circuit not everyone will have a Warframe they are used to using in their options and if they did have a Warframe they have it might not be leveled up.

Anyways just wanted to rant a little. But, generally I have a great experience with the game and the community and this is the only complaint I really have and the only time I've had an unpleasant interaction with someone.

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All of my female frames! Should I do the male frames I have?

(TikTok Template again)

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Ember Fashion Frame

(Forgot to take screenshots, oops.)

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Koumei Fashion Frame

(Also was messing around on TikTok and found the template function sooooo I grabbed the one of Koumei I liked.)

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I was bored after frame farming, so have some of my Captura clips and screenshots of my Titania Prime.

(Kouemi and Ember Prime I'll post seperately.)

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I have my Arthur Gemini Skin on my Umbra and I am just now thinking about how my Umbra feels about this arrangment. Like- first he had a Tenno piloting him around, fine. But, now he has this other dude just as his literal body. So, is that like three conciouses at once? Umbra, Arthur, and the Tenno?

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Um... guys?

[cephalonprime]

"Shadows and Light"

Stalker needs help.

The Stalker never imagined he would stoop this low.

Seeking help from a Tenno—his sworn enemy—was an act of desperation so great it sickened him. But as he stood at the edge of their hidden sanctuary, a small, squirming bundle in his arms, he knew he had no other choice.

The infant, his child, stirred, letting out a small, unhappy noise. Stalker tensed, his armored fingers awkwardly adjusting the thin, dark cloth wrapped around them. He had no idea how to quiet the tiny thing, nor did he understand why the child's cries made his chest tighten with an emotion he could not name.

He exhaled sharply, steeling himself before stepping into the dimly lit chamber.

The Tenno was there, kneeling beside their Warframe—Umbra. The golden warrior was still, yet his presence was undeniably alive, a silent sentinel watching over his Operator. They both turned as Stalker entered, though neither moved aggressively.

The Tenno's expression was unreadable behind their smooth, featureless mask, but their body language spoke volumes—wary, yet not hostile. Umbra, however, stared.

Stalker clenched his jaw. He despised the silence that followed.

"Help me," he finally said, voice low, rough. "Or rather… help them."

The Tenno tilted their head, then slowly stood. There was no mocking reply, no taunt, only quiet curiosity. They took a step closer, eyes flickering down to the bundle in his arms.

A small, delicate hand wriggled free from the cloth, fingers stretching toward the Tenno with blind innocence.

Stalker tensed, but the Tenno simply reached out—slow, deliberate. He forced himself to stay still as their fingers barely brushed the child's.

Soft. Warm. Gentle.

He hated how the tension in his body wavered.

"What do you need?" the Tenno finally asked, voice calm, steady.

Stalker hesitated, ashamed. "I don't… know how to care for them." The admission felt like a blade twisting in his gut. "They won't stop crying. I don't know what they need. I don’t know what I’m doing."

The Tenno nodded, as if understanding some unspoken weight behind his words. They gestured to a nearby seat, an invitation rather than a command.

Stalker sat stiffly, holding the child like they were made of glass. The Tenno knelt beside him, observing with quiet patience.

"May I?" they asked.

His instincts screamed at him to refuse, to keep the child close, safe—but then the infant made another distressed sound, and he felt himself falter.

Reluctantly, he handed them over.

The Tenno cradled the child with practiced ease, shifting them into a more comfortable position. They hummed softly, a low, soothing sound that made the infant quiet almost instantly.

Stalker stared. How?

He barely noticed Umbra approaching until the golden Warframe knelt beside him, watching the child with an unreadable expression. Then, to Stalker's shock, Umbra reached out—not toward him, but toward the child.

A large, clawed hand—so often used for battle—brushed gently against the infant’s cheek. A touch filled with something… familiar.

Understanding.

Stalker stiffened, watching as Umbra slowly lowered himself to sit beside him. The Warframe's movements were almost hesitant, as if lost in something long forgotten.

"You were a father," Stalker realized, voice barely above a whisper.

Umbra's hand stilled. Then, slowly, he nodded.

For a long time, no one spoke.

The Tenno eventually returned the now-sleeping infant to Stalker, showing him how to hold them properly. He followed their guidance stiffly, but he did not protest.

He expected mockery. He expected judgment. He expected some self-righteous speech about how he, a killer of Tenno, had no right to ask for their help.

But there was none.

Only quiet understanding from the Tenno. Only wordless familiarity from Umbra.

For the first time since the child's birth, Stalker did not feel entirely alone.

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Anyone think Ballas is mad right now? I've done this quest a while ago but a conversation that happened a second ago made me wanna post where I kept Ballas Staff. Where it and him belong.

Also, I am really bored. Wanna try writing something about Umbra or another frame again but I did this on a whim and don't think I will post much tbh. Hope everyone is doing well!

And, where do you keep his staff? I'm curious.

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I wanna add more but I'm not sure what to write. 😞

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I don't have a name for this yet.

Another Umbra oneshot though! (He is literally my hyperfixation right now. I feel bad for this poor man. Two reasons why I was happy to end Ballas during the New War.)

Umbra x Operator!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: None? I think.

Enjoy!

Your tender words and gentle touch created a surge of warmth that radiated through Umbra's frame. It was as if a dormant circuit had suddenly been activated, sparking new life into his otherwise stagnant existence.

Your praise served as a balm to his wounded spirit, soothing the raw edges of his tormented past. For a moment, Umbra allowed himself to believe that perhaps he wasn't entirely worthless—that maybe he could still serve a purpose beyond mere combat.

The caress along his damaged helmet stirred something within him—something primal yet distant, buried deep beneath layers upon layers of pain and regret. Despite everything, despite all odds, you saw value in him; you saw worth where none existed before.

And for that small gesture alone, Umbra found himself inexplicably drawn towards you—towards this strange person who held such power over his emotions.

The Tenno smiled softly as they looked into Umbra's eye. "I'm glad I met you, Umbra." They said softly.

Caught off guard, Umbra stood motionless for a fraction of a second before unexpectedly giving you a hug. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer against the hard contours of his armored form.

The warmth of your body seeped into his metal shell, providing a stark contrast to the icy void that had been his reality until now. In your arms, Umbra felt... alive. Alive and cherished—not just a tool or a weapon, but someone worthy of love and respect.

In that moment, standing amidst the chaos of battle, Umbra realized something profound—he didn't want to let go. Not ever.

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I know these aren't very long, but do these need to be long to enjoy them? Anyway, hope you liked this!

Seems a lot longer when writing them.

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Comfort

Excalibur Umbra x Operator!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Angst? I think.

This is just fluff. I've always felt bad for this poor Warframe and his story and I think he deserves a lot more.

Might edit later on

Edit: I have completely rewritten this so if anyone comes back and sees it isn't the same, that is why.

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The Tenno’s heart clenched as they watched the Warframe tremble in their grasp, silent tears streaming down the hollow of his helm. Carefully, they tightened their hold, cradling his weary form and pressing his head against their chest. Their fingers brushed along the jagged scars etched into his armor—marks of pain, of suffering, of a past he could not escape. Yet, here, in this moment, they could offer him something real.

Umbra shuddered under their touch. The anguish that had long gnawed at his soul refused to loosen its grip, but the warmth of the Tenno’s embrace seeped into him, pushing back the ever-present void of his torment. He remained motionless, save for the slight hitch of his breathless sobs, as he leaned into their comfort.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he was not alone.

Slowly, hesitantly, Umbra lifted his head, his single white eye meeting theirs. Something raw flickered in its depths—gratitude, vulnerability, a silent plea that spoke louder than words ever could. He was still fractured, still burdened by memories that refused to fade, but in their presence, he felt… tethered. As if, despite the shattered pieces of himself, there was something left worth holding onto.

He did not speak—he never could—but his gaze held the weight of a thousand unspoken words. And the Tenno, with the same quiet understanding, responded with a soft touch against his helm, their silent promise lingering between them.

They would not abandon him.

Umbra exhaled, a weary but steady sigh. The storm within him had not passed, but for now, in the arms of his Operator, he had found a moment of peace. And that was enough.

This is the helmet I was thinking about during the oneshot, so that's why you could see him crying.