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Thae "The Moron" Costa
Artist | Student | Varied
United States
Hello, my name is Thae "The Yoke" Costa

I've been a deviant here for a good few years now, however I am unable to leave my original account because I am too attached to it. ^^; I'm considering it at the moment for more professional things... But it's rather hard.^^;


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I've tried being nice, but it doesn't seem to be working. So for now requests are closed and if I do any they'll only be for friends because whenever I do them for other people, people I've never spoken to before sometimes, they'll thank me and then never talk to me again like I'm just someone they can use to get free art out of. That's happened more than once and it always hurts me because I work hard on my art.

And not only that:
I am tired of being emotionally used and screwed with by people I thought were my friends.
The Anthem of my Brain

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And also depressed as of late.
Cried my eyes out this morning because an artist I looked up to insulted my sketches and my handwriting.
I just don't know what to do here anymore
Nor am I able to look at long walls of text that aren't from a story, but are from a conversation, without having an anxiety attack.
I can't handle talking to people any more. Not as myself.
I can't.
And no, it's not because of the warframe rping, it started long before that.
I can't hold lengthy conversations anymore because I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY.
I don't know what to say damn it!
I can't write lengthy replies because they end up being just empty words that mean nothing just so I have something to say.
And it tires me out and makes me feel like shit.
(Just a little warframe thing I decided to write that explains how Myra ended up waking up to the system as it is now, why she fears infested, and how she met her specific Ordis~. Had this sitting in word for a while now and the story is different from the one in "Thank you" because now I've actually developed my Mirage)

Cryopod integrity at 15%… Commencing Emergency waking procedure…

Process will be complete in 5… 5… 5… 5…

—Opening Pod.

A hiss sounded through the air as the lid of an ancient cropped, propped up right along a wall with many others, released its locking mechanism. Steam filtered out from inside the device as the lid lifted itself up, allowing the occupant that was inside to breathe in fresh… Well… Not so much fresh air, but it was air nonetheless. Unfiltered, diseased filled, air.

Still suffering from the effects of cryosleep, the woman, not quite entirely awake, took a deep breath only to immediately star violently coughing. Then, before she even had time to react or even open her eyes, she fell the equivalent of two stories from her location and onto the ground below. Her Mirage frame’s helmet painfully smacked against the cracked surface of the ship’s floor, causing her to let out a yelp as she tasted her own blood.

Groggily, she pushed herself up onto her feet with a hand held to her head as she attempted to get her bearings. Along with the blood in her mouth she could feel some beginning to slowly make its way down her forehead from where she had collided with the floor.

“What… What’s going on? Where am I?” She croaked as she looked around the room, taking in its condition. Broken light fixtures, collapsed wall segments, and an overgrowth of rather odd vegetation. It was obvious that the place was falling apart had been abandoned for quite some time and her sudden waking had been a last ditch effort by her cryopod in preserving her life.

Still somewhat dazed, the woman took a step forward, only to trip when her foot got caught on one of the roots of the odd plants that were growing everywhere. Managing to catch herself this time before she would end up having a painful kiss with the floor, she let out a scream when she raised her head and came face to face with the remnants of another person’s corpse.

Screaming was a mistake. A horrible mistake. For her cry called to her location the entities that had become the ship’s new occupants during her slumber. Creatures entirely composed of twisted and deformed flesh that were both horrifying and deadly.

She heard their cries long before they entered the room, but in her confused state she still only barely had time to react and unsheath her weapon to defend herself with. There were only a few of them at first, speedy bipedal monsters that rushed at her along with more animalistic quadrupeds that attempted to claw at her form. She cut them down with the blade of her Dragon Nikana with ease. Whatever her previous reason had been for her decision to take it with her into the cryopod, she was very thankful she had.

Along with the lone weapon she carried, attached to her hip was some sort of metal sphere, which she attempted to exam in the dim lighting of the ruined barracks. She couldn’t identify it’s function or if it even had any at all, but decided it would be better if she held onto it anyway as she traversed the wreckage that had been once been the place she’d slept. After all, why would she have it if it wasn’t of any importance to her?

As she began to search the ship for a means off it to somewhere that was much safer, she encountered more of the monsters that had attacked her. But their numbers were small and were of no threat to her.

Then the number increased to 50 at a time.

Then 100.

Then 200.

Then she just lost count.

The ship was overpopulated with the creatures and the instant they detected her presence in one area they charged her while letting out their hideous cries. Any attempts she made at a stealthy approach and to simply go around them would all be for naught. There was no avoiding them and she had been forced to endure this for hours now. Perhaps even days, of this torment if she included the time spent recovering from her wounds inside a crawl space beneath the floor and how she was beginning to grow weak from hunger and lack of hydration.

By this point, she had lost her helmet and her energy reserve was running painfully low. Too low for her to channel her blade of use any of her abilities that she remembered through fighting off these monsters. Her face and warframe were caked with blood, some of it her own, most of it not, and entirely covered with claw marks. Her hair, which had originally been waist length and a hindrance to her movements the second she lost her helmet, was crudely cut and had received the same blood treatment as her armor.

She didn’t think she would be able to last much longer…

Just as she was about to give up hope, she stumbled upon a docking bay where several Orokin ships had, and currently still were, stored. But much to her horror, most looked to be severely damaged while others had become a physical part of the architecture and overgrown with the glowing vegetation that gave off the only source of light in the entire place.

After all she had been through, it looked as if there still wasn’t any way off that godforsaken ship… And so she leaned herself up against one of the ships and started to cry… And then she started to laugh, because what else was there for her to do? She was trapped and after as much of a fight she had put up she was still going to end up dying there all alo—

…Wh-wh-who…” The stuttering of an electronic voice and vibrations of the ship starting up caused the Mirage to fall backwards onto the ground in shock. “Who are you?” The voice, belonging to the ship she had believed to have been entirely inoperable, questioned.

The woman could only stare in silence with her mouth hanging open in shock.

Who are you?” It repeated when it received no answer and began performing a scan on the Mirage with what sensors it had managed to power back up after who knew for how long. “Who are—Operator?” Its tone of voice suddenly changed as something inside its processor rewrote itself. “Operator, is that you? It’s me, you ship’s Cephalon, Ordis… You look terrible.</b>”

“Talking ship…”

““Or—Ordis almost didn’t recognize you. Just what has the Operator been… What is on me?!” Ordis, as the AI of the ship had identified itself as, screeched when it realized it had become one with the much larger ship through the overgrowth of foliage.

And then of course, it had also called every single one of the creatures that were still on it to their location.

“No…” The woman breathed, horrified as the oh so familiar cries of the monsters reached her. “No… No!”

“Infested approaching; Ordis cannot fly the Operator to safety in this condition!” The AI exclaimed. “The Operator will have to cut the ship free while I cycle the engines! Do it quickly!”

The woman didn’t need to be told that twice.

With her strength suddenly restored, the Mirage user channeled what little energy she had left into her blade and set to work. In less than a minute, she had cleared almost all of the vegetation that had been locking the small ancient ship in place. And in not a moment too soon for after she had cut and kicked off the last of it, the first of quadrupeds began rushing into the docking bay.

“Operator,” Ordis started as the ship lifted itself up off the ground by just enough for her to slide under towards a flipped over panel where what looked to be a place for her to press herself into was located. “Get in—Look at those disgusting creatures.

“N—No.” The woman stuttered as she entered the ship, still tightly gripping her Dragon Nikana, only to wince at the sound of one of the ‘infested’ landed on the ship. “No more! No more!” She squeaked as she curled up on the floor of the ship’s interior and covered her face with her hands only to be thrown into a nearby console when the ship began taking off, leaving her in a daze.

While she was righting herself, the Ordis managed to remotely open the infested ship’s docking bay doors. Getting them open all the way was not a possibility, but they were just wide enough for it to fly the ship through while taking only minimal hull damage in the process.

“Operator,” The ship’s AI spoke as a projection of a Rhombus with lines that pulsed appeared next to the still thoroughly terrified Mirage. But unlike when it had first spoke to her as just a voice, she gave no reaction.  “We are now a safe distance away from the confines of that wr-wretched—away from danger… May Ordis recommend that you remove your warframe and treat your injuries with the medical supplies aboard the liset? I believe that there is still enough to… Operator? Why are you crying? Why are you laughing? Operator?
Waking up to a Nightmare
Can be found on my tumblr rp page, Cephalon-Specter :p
What professor in their right mind would think it would be a good idea to assign an examination essay and a 5 page take home exam on the same weekend was a good idea?

My professor.
Took only, like, 5 years and it was from someone I didn't know saying they needed my help and trying to reference me to a "free" thing. I didn't read it. But obviously it set up a big red flag for me
Well, I didn't get the job...

Now I have to continue dealing with my mom yelling at me about not having one...

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Queensister Featured By Owner Edited Dec 10, 2014
I just want you to know that I am extremely grateful for our friendship, because you have done so much for me and you have helped me out a lot. :hug:

You have been awesome, and I want to wish you a Merry Christmas in case I forget later. You're gonna do great, you have a bright future ahead of you. You're a very intelligent and gifted person, and you've done so much already. Take care :hug:
Queensister Featured By Owner Edited Dec 4, 2014
CELEBRATION :icondragonhugplz:

Queensister Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2014
I just want to say that I think you are one of the most amazing people I've met online, and you helped me through so many things, and you helped me learn some things about myself I didn't know before. :hug:

You are AWESOME. Don't let anybody tell you differently. :hug: 
Queensister Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2014
........I had this dream last night where you were starting a mushroom garden.

A lot of my dreams have been kinda strange lately. XD
TheYoke Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2014  Student General Artist
I hate mushrooms though...
Queensister Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2014
I can take them or leave them XD
Inpesca Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Thanks for the favorite! [EXO] Luhan Emoticon 
Queensister Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2014
Soooooooooooooooooooooooo it looks like I might be getting a computer upgrade in a month or two, finally. ^^; Partly because my desktop has shown more signs of getting old and cranky, partly because.... it has proven once and for all that it cannot handle new games.

I got a copy of Dragon Age 3, and it has literally choked on it. 

....Perhaps if/when I do get a new machine, a lot of things will work better. I could even see if I end up liking Warframe better once I have a machine better suited to modern gameplay.
TheYoke Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2014  Student General Artist
Really? That's good.

Sorry Xp I've mainly been on my RP blog. Getting really involved there.
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