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I drew my operator in their mask! Now I just gotta draw their ref....again.....

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This is Red's Valkyr that I drew out of inspiration for @operator-blu fic for me! Please check out her other writtings as well! :

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Damn gimme some space 😂

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Heyyy.... it's me again.....here's another operator picture

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So, would you rather do a spy mission or a spy mission or a spy mission or a spy mission or a spy mission or…?

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some things just need to be said

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Warframe Fic #3 (Pay What is Due)

“All clear,” I call behind to my teammates. I turn away from the massacre that laid before me: dead bodies laid haphazardly along the floor. Blood lined the walls, albeit not much. Most of the Grinner were burned away, those that survived were rotting away ever so slowly, their flesh browning away into a molten puddle on the floor. Only bones remained, some full skeletons, others had them jutting out from the flesh unseeingly.

 I checked the last room: a small storage closet filled with lockers. Some were pried open, the door hanging on its hinges. Others glowed red, refusing to reveal its contents. A few stray dollars remained, otherwise, the place was ransacked.

 I reported back to the comm room – many others from my fleet had already arrived. They stood on guard, albeit most of them looked bored, clutching their guns and waiting for the commander’s instruction. I approached him slowly. The commander sat only slightly with his back towards the door, his right side was still exposed to everyone behind him just slightly. But he was much too enamored with what was in front of him – a large screen divided into smaller sections. Each screen filled with the aftermath of their last mission. He watched everything from this room, I knew because he did so every time he joined our missions. I had the horror of witnessing the warfare myself, and for some reason, I swore to myself never to do that again. I much preferred to be in action, keep my mind busy, have something to do, rather than sitting idly by and seeing everything unfold.

 The commander pulls away from the screen, a wicked smile that reached ear to ear. He stares at me for a moment, whatever psychotic break he was experiencing melted away, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

 “Ah,” he offers after an awkward break, “Eros, good job. Everything is clear.”

 Yes. It was. Cameras were deceiving, they had blind spots. Some rooms didn’t have cameras at all. Some closets and pocket spaces here, some overtly large room there, and someone was bound to go unaccounted for. That was fine. That was the easy part.

 But something still bothered me.

 “Si r- “ I began.

 A familiar sound. A beep, heavy metal moving.

 She stood in the doorway, alone. The same way she helped us complete the mission. Dried blood stuck to her claws, and her weapon still leaked smoke from the gun hole. She approached us.

The commander left my side to meet her as well, “Good job slaughtering those dogs, betrayer.” He stood before the Valkyr, eying her up.

“Maybe you should work for us,” he places a hand on its shoulder.

 It turns its head, glancing at his hand a moment before slapping it away. It took one step closer, but the surrounding troops raised their guns. I raised mine as well but prayed no one noticed that I was clenching mine a bit too tightly. Or that my heart was beating too loudly. Something about this Tenno was unsettling. But just what was it exactly? Something about it felt a bit different than the others, and that set me on edge.

 “Make sure I get my reward,” it growled, pointing one of its talons at the commander’s chest.

 I opened my mouth, warning the betrayer to move back from the commander, but he chuckles. He offers a stiff nod with a twitch of a smile, then the betrayer turns and leaves.

I entered the commander’s office.

 “Sir,” he jumped from his desk, looking up at me with wide eyes.

“Another report,” I offered, setting the papers onto his desk. It was already covered in folders, papers spilling out at all angles. I know he was writing up and sending off triple copies of reports, but it seemed like there were more of them than usual. Ever since time has passed since we last saw the betrayer, the commander has been on edge.

 The commander stands from his desk, sighing heavily. “I should take a break.”

He rubs his eyes, then makes his way towards the door, “Follow me.”

We went to the comm station. I’m sure the commander was checking his inbox or something, but it didn’t really feel like any sort of break. I busied myself by doing routine work, making sure all the systems were up and running, and doing the procedural checks.

 As soon as the routine checks finished, the security alarms bellowed, echoing throughout the halls. My hands flew to my pistol immediately, without thinking. In the distance, I could hear someone shout, and a thud hit the ground. Some gunshots sounded out but were quickly cut off.

 Silence. A moment passes, and I begin approaching the door. It opened before I fully reached it. Something bright flashed before my eyes, and then I felt something hard slam against my back, then a few second later something else hard hit my right side.

 “Amazing, such power!” I heard the commander’s voice ring out as I tried to regain my senses. I smelled blood and burning flesh, but I couldn’t see much. Someone was laughing. The view of the room was spinning and fading in and out, figures dividing and combining back together. Damn it, get it together, Bidd!

 The betrayer, it was back again. It stood in front of the commander, holding him by the throat and raising him into the air.

“I had to see you in person again!” No one else said a word.

 The commander coughed as the betrayer’s fist clenched tighter around his neck. I made no effort to move. I mean, how could I? Save the same man who lead an enemy to us? Even if I saved him, how would this be explained to the higher-ups?

 “W-wait, listen to me!” The commander began again, in between short, hard breaths, “I know you’ve been receiving my messages! We can work toge-“ The betrayer cuts him off. He gargles, gasping for more air.

 The thing grips his head with it’s other hand, its claws digging into the sides of his face. It pulled him closer, growling in an almost indecipherable voice:

“Pay what is due.”

 He points to the lockers to his left. I hadn’t paid any mind to them, but one of them was unlocked. “I-In there!”

 It glances at the locker. His skull still in its hands, it approaches the locker and opens it. It grabs the Exilus Adapter. Without turning it’s head, the betrayer crushes the commander’s head. The snapping of bones and squishing of flesh echoes in my ears, archived in the many identical sounds I’ve heard before. His body fell to the ground with a soft thud.

 I laid there motionless. He betrayed our cause. He betrayed us. He lured this . . . this monster to us by baiting it with some stupid reward! He killed us all, the bastard! I can’t believe it! I sat there, unmoving, fuming, even as the pressure on my head increased. I ignored the betrayer that placed it’s foot on my head and pushed down. I screamed, something unworldly and feral. Something that didn’t sound like my own voice as everything went black. 

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FOOD FIRST.

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This is some incredible shit.

The game that I’ve been playing for 5 whole years, Warframe (Free to play on PC, XB1, PS4, and Switch), recently just held their 4th annual “TennoCon”, which is literally just a convention for Warframe, held in a venue located in Canada, where the developer team is based.

Every year they have panels, and the very last panel is where they announce huge, very important things.

One of the Huge, Very Important things this year is a giveaway. 

A Very Special giveaway, in which ONE (1) player has a chance to win a $250,000 TRIP TO SPACE. 

It’s not a joke. There’s no fine print. The player who wins, will be sent to literal space.

And if I heard correctly, one of the only requirements to enter is to play the game, and each day (or mission?) played, is an extra entry towards your account. 

This is fucking big, not only will it increase their playerbase by a significant amount, their playtime on steam will become outrageous, their reach will go beyond what it has now, they’ll literally be sending one of the people who plays this SPACE based game, OUT OF THE FUCKING ATMOSPHERE, INTO SPACE. 

Like I’m losing my absolute mind over this. Who fucking does this? What game developers ever thought to send one of their players off the planet as a give away? What kind of giveaway is that? It’s fucking incredible.

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Magical Girl Frames (Warframe Fanart) by Matias Tapia

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This is absolutely genious

I love this

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My first Warframe fanart  <3 I love this game so much so I decided draw my main- Octavia ♥ Hope u like it!

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New Excalibur Deluxe skin concept

Designed by @liger-inuzuka

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Cephalon Cy? Really...? I wanted Ordis to be our pilot. He needs more screen time.

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Me: *takes deep breath*

Me: I lo-

Anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: Yes, you love Ordis, we know, you love Ordis so much, he's the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love Ordis you fucking love Ordis, ok we get it, YOU LOVE ORDIS. WE GET IT.

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sneak peek of a project i’m working on I personaly call: Warframe Reimagined basic premise? operators ain’t just children, frames are species and those two can form a special bond where they fight AND live side by side. I’m tryign to figure out the relationships, the designs, what tidbits of the canon lore i could use and twist in here and once that all is done, i will post it all together as a big thing. So to start it off here’re Oberons!