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#■ | v. | warframe | though all betwixt is dark and deep |
mundanemiseries · 1 month
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❝  this story comes to no good end. I...cannot follow my dreams, I must scrounge to stay alive or sane. I...I cannot remain human any longer.  ❞
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❝  ...my only hope is to embrace a shadow of this dream. to embrace the beast...and hope freedom is on the other side.  ❞
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mundanemiseries · 2 months
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orphan of the void. did you ever mourn the you that was buried ?
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mundanemiseries · 8 months
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// appreciation post for Koko in the Dex suit cause QwQ i love it sm
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mundanemiseries · 7 months
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So, The Man In The Wall. The being of the void that Koko and the other children made a deal with, adrift in the nothingness all those years ago.
Even now, thousands if not millions of years away from those days, the Entity still does show their face to Koko. Such things as "linear time" meant nothing to the void, after all.
At times, they'd wear his face, still speaking in a mockery of his voice. A void born mirror of himself, empty eyed with voices from beyond the wall dripping from its tongue. A being seen only to him and perhaps those who could see beyond.
Other times, the Entity would speak through him. Pulling itself into his body though the void he had taken to save himself (to save them). Void tongue seeping from his lips, eyes hazy and unfocused from the void born gaze of The Man In The Wall.
He rarely fully realizes the void is speaking through him, in those instances, however. How deeply entwined he and the others are to that force of cosmic absurdity.
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mundanemiseries · 7 months
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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞?
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The Shadow
Something walks behind you, nipping at your heels. You know the shape it takes, though you cannot see it. You think you know. Its edges look like yours, but clean and concise, close-cut lines articulated into iridescent air. Turn around and catch it-- and it slides away. Your shadow shines and you are blinded. You half-hear it whispering words that stick to your skin like mist and evaporate under your gaze, but they shake you. Even their echoes are true. It knows you. It wears your skin. It is more you than you are. Are you the chaser? Are you the shadow? Which, really, were you rather be? Walk backwards if you must. You must keep looking back.
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mundanemiseries · 8 months
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and yet i saw god staring back at me in the mirror, with the face of a child but the soul of a demon. epiphany came over me. the gods would not be the ones to punish us.
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the children were.
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mundanemiseries · 1 year
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        ❝ What have you found on the Zariman? ❞
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            ❝ just....ghosts. ❞
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mundanemiseries · 10 months
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// hm....actually i think i finally got some ideas swirling around for Koko's Ivara & like...her life before being turned into a warframe
just gonna ramble abt stuff under the cut:
born among the lower ranks of the orokin empire, mainly raised by her father, mother having left for the ranks (and profits) that the corpus held and promised.
just...generally dissatisfied with the near impossibility to rise above your lot in life that you had been born to, the inability to gain anything more than the golden lords allowed so as she grew older she became a thief
her, others, taking from those of higher status, breaking into places they would've never been allowed to even mop the floors of, stealing items they would've likely been glassed for had they ever been caught
for years, decades even, they never were and for her and those in her circle, it was a taste of a better life, a more comfortable life the empire would never allow them
in the end she...was eventually caught. her companions all turned to glass, consciousnesses turned to Cephalons as for her?
exposed to infestation, body mutating and reformed into a being of metal and infested flesh, a weapon of the empire, under their watchful, golden eyes.
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mundanemiseries · 8 months
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Thinks about Koko and how he grew up with stories of old earth, of myths and gods from before humanity spread to the rest of the origin system. From before the golden lords arose from the ashes, claiming themselves as gods.
How when the jump failed, for a small, fleeting moment. Adrift in the void, in his desperation he prayed. He prayed and prayed to every single god his mother had told him of.
The response? Nothing. Perhaps the pleas of a child could not be heard from within the void, perhaps they were never real to begin with.
Perhaps the gods had abandoned the children of the Zariman, just as the golden lords had.
Who did hear them all, in the end. An entity of the wall, wearing his face, a grin too large to be right. A hand outstretched as his own voice, distorted by the entity echoed through the void.
❝  I can save them. All of them. But you have to want it.  ❞
He owes a debt to the Man In The Wall now, he still doesn't know what it wishes from him.
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mundanemiseries · 11 months
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// took some cues from pre-TNW Fortuna's signage and
=w= i think i like this
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mundanemiseries · 8 months
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Koko (and the tenno in general) 🤝 Tartaglia g.enshin
fell into the depths of the world at a young age, adapted to and took in the powers of said depths to survive, re-emerged forever changed by the void/abyss and end up becoming weapons of war
also in Koko's case specifically: also both bow users
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mundanemiseries · 8 months
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❝  I got my pool floatie back!!  ❞
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mundanemiseries · 11 months
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𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵, 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹.
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𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿.
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mundanemiseries · 1 year
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❝ ...if I gotta hear one more peep 'bout the "gemussy" next time I'm at the relay I'm throwin' hands. ❞
He was almost jealous the kid had gone missing and didn't have to put up with this.
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mundanemiseries · 8 months
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quietly giggling to himself about a Moa named "Cheddy Chazbear"
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mundanemiseries · 11 months
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❝  ...hope in this void is as illusionary as the starlight.  ❞
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A soft voice whispered to himself, only barely recognizing it as his own. Or maybe it was the Man in the Wall...? He didn't really care enough to know right now.
Old memories weighed too heavy for it.
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