#Arcan Temple

[yandins-beleagured-historian]

Entry.41a[note:rationalisenumberingsystem].The.Arcan.Cohort.

The Iron Fists Chapter is known to harbour a number of 'Temples', largely closed-door congregations that normally serve a role as keepers and educators in specific schools of war, but have also been known to include sergeants' councils and even a captains' council. The Arcan Temple is chief amongst all, as it functions as both a chapter-wide honour guard, and a monument to the chapter's spirit of vengeance. Warriors of the Arcan Temple shed their individuality on induction and are never seen helmetless or outside of their armour, although what occurs between the gold and iron-clad doors to the Arcan Temple is unknown.

Arcans deploy in maniples of five, and are split into three distinct specialisations. The Arcan Warders wear ancient suits of Maximus plate and bear great boarding shields, and serve as elite close-quarters kill teams as well as bodyguards. The Arcan Guard deploy in more ornate and esoteric forms of power armour, wield a diverse and inscrutable array of blades, and serve as the Chapter Master’s personal bodyguard. The Arcan Phalanx are Terminators, wielding unique, anti-armour chainglaives and serve purely as instruments of annihilation.

Unlike the rest of the chapter, Arcan maniples do not bear hereditary names or those of the squad’s sergeant, but are simply numbered. Company colours are shed in exchanged for a halved scheme, The badge of the Arcan Temple is a pair of black axes crossed on a golden yellow shield, and the warriors within have sworn to not rest until their homeworld is recaptured. Or at least, they did, until their homeworld was promptly recaptured. The lifting of the Long Siege marked a transitional period in the role that would be taken by the Arcan Cohort. Traditionally, members of the cohort would shed their individuality on induction, never seen helmetless or outside of their armour beyond the doors of the Arcan Lodge, as a sign of their dedication to avenging the loss of Taralus and their home. While minor lodges could be found on significant ships within the Chapter fleet, the most major would be found on the Tynarach Aur, installed during its refit in preparation for the Taralan Crusade. That same lodge would be thoroughly overrun when the vessel was lost in the warp, and the Arcans aboard slain almost to a man. Similarly dire circumstances on the surface of Taralus would, over the course of the long siege, drive the Arcan Ensign, Kastal Verchen, to cast aside the cohort's anonymity. A similar process would happen with Champion Arranys Janto aboard the Iron Star, and with the master of Arcan Maniple Tetrax aboard the Fortion, himself revealed to be the deeply venerable Onik Hettar. Such actions would break the Arcan Cohort's long-held traditions, but would allow the associated individuals to play much greater roles in both the Long Siege and the following liberation of Taralus. Those few Arcans who survived to see such liberation would be offered the choice to reclaim their old identities and participate in the chapter once more, and with the cohort's original sin absolved through the reclamation of their lost home, the Arcan Cohort as an organisation would not cross the Rubicon Primaris.

- My access to the repository has been restored. - Savant Paramete fixed my interface personally. - It was a harrowing experience. - Hester Vinchix Calimorre, Historiographer-Moderatus, Logos Historica Verita.

[mollysunder]

This is their dynamic in s2.

[zeroannat]

Happy Star Days!

The lineart is available for free on my Ko-fi - this is a new thing I'm trying, please let me know how you like it! Details below:

(copied from my Bluesky post)

had an idea back in January which I'm thinking about again

I kinda want to put my Warframe lineart pngs on Ko-fi (for free/pay-what-you-want)

reason being, I got into digital art ages ago thanks to manga colouring, and I know how difficult it is to make art from scratch

having anything pre-made on the canvas makes it 100x less intimidating, and you can go wild trying all the different tools, blend modes, colour combinations etc.

and maybe there's a WF fan out there who wants to make art, but finds a completely blank canvas overwhelming, or there's an experienced artist who wants to practice their colouring skills/try a new colouring style without spending the time preparing their own lines

finding and working on a clean lineart which don't break any copyright rules can be difficult too – so in this case you wouldn't need any permission from me to colour to your heart's content

now I know that my lineart isn't exactly peak quality, but that's another reason for me to get better at it, if others are to use it

it would be lines of stuff I already posted/finished, and standard art etiquette rules would apply (crediting, no claiming as your own, no profiting etc.)

anyway, if this idea doesn't leave me, and I do decide to do this, I really need to continue with the Hex, so there's a nice Protoframe set for y'all

[thimbleandakiss]

Sketches and Scotch

Vi x Artist!Reader

Summary: You've had a crush on Vi for ages, following her to her favorite clubs and bars, just to have a chance to be in her presence. And, to fill your blank pages with more images of her, of course.

Based entirely off this cosplay:

Content: Drinking, cursing, drawing, flirting, and dancing

Cross posted to Ao3

Playlist used to write

The music in the Last Drop is loud enough that you can barely hear the scratch of your pencil across your sketchbook paper. 

It isn’t exactly your kind of scene, but you’re not here for your own enjoyment. You glance up at your unwitting model and smile gently to yourself. Vi’s lounged back in a chair a stone’s throw away, wearing a leather top and swirling a drink in her hand. 

She seems to be flirting with the tall, elegantly thin woman leaning over the table in front of her, her dark pink hair falling perfectly across her forehead. You ignore the mild twinge of jealousy you feel. You know it’ll never be you in the tall woman’s position; you just simply don’t have the self-confidence for that. 

You lower your head again and frown at your sketched version of Vi’s likeness. No… that’s not quite right. Her hair falls just slightly further across her eyebrow than that. You erase and draw over the offending lock a few times, reshaping and nudging it into just the right position, your head cocked slightly, bent over your sketchbook. 

The sound of a whiskey glass slamming on the table in front of you has you nearly leaping from your skin. You quickly snap the cover closed, your pencil marking your page. 

“Sulking in the corner again, pretty girl?” Vi purrs, cocking her head at you. 

She’s so close, that after you remember how to breathe right, you can smell the alcohol on her breath. 

“Y-you know parties aren’t really my thing, Vi-” you stammered, leaning back in your seat, trying to make some room for air-

“Oh, bullshit,” She dismisses, placing her hands on the backrest of your chair, boxing you in, “you wouldn’t come if they weren’t.”

You give her a nervous chuckle and smile, shrugging. Her eyes fall to your lap, and before you can even react, she’s scooped up your sketchbook, the volume automatically falling open to the page your pencil marked. 

“No-” you gasp, reaching desperately for it but she steps deftly out of your reach. 

Her brows furrow when she sees the sketch, and for a moment, the playful light in her eyes vanished. 

“...You drew this?” She demands, gesturing to me with the book.

Your hands clench and lower to your lap, expecting her immediate rejection, “Yeah…”

She looks at you, eyes narrowed, then back at the drawing. 

You believe you may become a puddle from sheer relief when her mouth quirks into a smirk and she huffs a small laugh. 

“Damn. You made me look hot as shit .” She says appreciatively, closing your sketchbook and setting it on the table. 

You reach out for it, but she grabs your wrist and tugs you to your feet. 

“Oh, no. No more antisocialism. You’re coming with me.” 

“But-” you begin.

“Nope,” she swiftly cuts you off, shaking her head. “We’re dancing. And there isn’t shit you can say to stop me.”

Your heart leaps into your throat at the way she smirks at you, and you’re powerless to resist her as she pulls you into the mass of mingling bodies. 

She catches your eye and holds it, her light eyes sparkling. She’s tipsy. Drunk, even. She’s gotta be. There’s no way she actually wants-

Your train of thought is cut short when she picks up your other hand and steps forward, bringing your chests together, then stepping away to arm's length. 

Oh. This dance. You know this dance. You’d learned it together as kids. A grin breaks out onto your face despite yourself, muscle memory taking over. Forward, backward, forward, backward, then-

Her grip on your hands shifts, and suddenly the bright lights blur as she spins you, your back landing against her chest. 

“Let me buy you a drink,” she breathes into your ear before she’s twirling you out again. 

Forwards. “Vi, you know I don’t-”

Backwards. “Oh, I know,” she says, rolling her eyes.

Forwards. Backwards. This time it’s her turn to spin into your arms. “I just make it a point to offer one to every girl I feel like taking home.”

Your face heats considerably, and you’re sure you’re blushing to your ears. Her spin out is all on her, because you’ve suddenly gone stiff. 

She takes one look at your face and laughs . She drops one hand on your shoulder. “Sweet Janna, you should see your face,” she snickers, and starts nudging you towards the bar.

“Come on,” she pleads, “just a shirley temple?”

You let out a heavy sigh, your shoulders sagging. You never could tell her no. 

Vi orders your (non-alcoholic) drink for you, and as you chatter back and forth, you find yourself… having… fun. And not just fun, but fun with her. With Vi . 

You try to write off her flirtatious comments as Vi just being Vi, but as you sip on your grenadine-flavored soda, analyzing the look in her eyes, her quip from earlier, the way she left that sexy-as-sin woman from earlier for you , you can’t help but think…

Maybe…

Maybe.

[deftoneada]

—description: just a lonely girl with her headphones against the world.

—age: 19.

—bands i like: hole, nirvana, alc, soundgarden, failure, stp, pearl jam, deftones, audioslave, sevendust, pixies, radiohead, babes in toyland, korn, limp bizkit, soad and joy division, interpol, queens of the stone age.

—other things i like: older men, cats, 60's and 80's music, naps and older men again.

—fav films: fight club, the batman (2022), girl interrumpted, x men: first class and taxi driver.

—fav series: twd, arcane and succesion.

—DNI: minors and pdf's or weirdos.

[charmwasjess]

my fav headcanon for this dumbass ship is that Dooku and Sifo-Dyas both secretly think they have Scary Dog Privilege about the other one

[quietintellectualginger]

okay i feel the need to share this with my fellow arcane fans lol

at the queer youth camp i went to one of my friends had printed out a jayvik fanfic and HAND BOUND it

it was literally a whole ass book

like it was a good 150 pages at least

which is short compared to a lot of books but still

[cauldron-of-oddities]

Alright, I'm playing catch up! Jinx and the temple of Janna.

I finally had time to sort all the thoughts I had seeing the trailer and especially the part in the ‘temple’.

(Disclaimer: I studied art history/contemporary art and stylists. I have a mind that likes to look for meaning and symbols. As a result, I may dig too deep.)

First thing, this is a ruined temple, a once holy place, a house of a god. And it is Jinx's paintings covering the wall, specifically her life and the events that made her.

It's her life story that made her something else, something more, perhaps even something to believe in. In a way, you could place her as the ‘daughter of Janna’ in this location. (The children of gods are often raised by mortals.)

There's already some talk of her being seen as some sort of spirit or symbol of Zaun, so we see the creation of jinx (but not necessarily the death of Powder) the creation of an idol. Another thing that adds weight: She's already been resurrected once.

There's also the death of the mentor/father figure. Something that often must happen to open and find the child's own path - not the way but of the one who held your hand, but your own way.

It is a lovely, tranquil, creepy setup that heralds her as a beacon, a symbol, a rebel - the (vengeful)spirit of Zaun.

I hope part of her mission becomes - all your attention on me - so you miss those moving to build, to live to thrive away from you who hold us down.

A different take or a simultaneous take is that this is a shrine and an acknowledgement of what she has been through, her memories. Even Powder gets shown here. She's not hidden or muffled away for a change.

And it's an interesting parallel with Ekko, who has the mural to remember. It's a place of remembrance, and I imagine catharsis and succour.

Is this her finding a place to safeguard and process her memories?

Maybe it will be a way to connect. It was and is a language they both know (art), I think that was part of the reason they understood each other so well as children.

Ekko is not present in the images, which are mostly Silco, Vi and Vander. But in this being a reflection of an act he's done, I'd say it may well be a setup for the next chapter.

It’s interesting that, now left to her own devices, she seems to have given her past a literal place. A place that is one both of becoming and ruin.

Anyway, in short, she's on her ‘own’ no one for her to follow or shape her and possibly let go of the weight of her memories - What choices will she make? And what freedom has she gained or lost?

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

really sick and twisted of the Arcane writers to basically create my ideal fictional man and then make him do a bunch of heinous crimes

[shadowhaert]

caitlyn kiramman defenders clocking into work every saturday 7 day shifts no breaks no overtime

[lin-beifongs-desk]

unfinished sevika edit enjoy

[yandins-beleagured-historian]

Entry #002.chapter-preface.v4.lastsavedbyuser

Preface on Iron Fists Chapter Astartes

For internal use only

Chapter Name: Iron Fists

Founding Chapter: Iron Hands

Founded: Approx. 015.M37, 22nd founding.

Homeworld: Taralus (see addendums)

Current Chapter Master: Katon Cantabricus

Codex Adherence: Moderate divergence (see addendums)

Colours: Gunmetal, silver, black, gold.

Addendum: Homeworld

Taralus is located on the southern Antimar Fringe, Scarus Sector, Segmentum Obscurus, and served as the chapter homeworld between 015.M37 and 001.M39, at which point it was considered lost to a substantial traitor fleet seeking to shield the coreward flank of the Despoiler's Tenth Black Crusade.

The remaining third of the chapter is reported to have undergone an arduous pilgrimage to Terra, seeking sanctuary and reinforcement from the High Lords. The Iron Fists would be assigned to a barren holding-station within the moons of Jupiter while their fate was decided.

After much deliberation and several attempts to break the chapter up, the Iron Fists would be permitted to operate at limited strength on selected campaigns, providing they report all activities and maintain subservience to the Terran Castellan of the Imperial Fists, who was authorized to sanction the chapter should they be found wanting in their duties.

In the waning days of M41, the Iron Fists would be granted approval to launch a crusade to reclaim their homeworld, with the provision that they use the resources of Taralus to reinforce the increasingly-embattled Cadian sector. By all accounts, the reclamation was a briefly-enjoyed success, as the rapid destabilization of the cadian gate and the formation of the Cicatrix Maledictum would subject the world to many horrors, and true liberation would only come at the hands of the Indomitus Crusade.

Addendum: Codex Adherence

Having been bound to operate at limited strength for the best part of two millennia, the Iron Fists' structure as a chapter has diverged somewhat from its previous, codex-adherent structure. Notable divergence includes:

Company Structure: Instead of retaining the balanced approach laid down by the Codex Astartes, the makeup of the chapter's key battle companies indicates a level of specialization within each company. The Second company possesses twice as many assault squads as a standard codex company, while the Fourth company operates almost exclusively on bikes and other fast platforms. The Third and Fifth company follow more conventional structures, but with integrated pools of armoured vehicles and aircraft respectively.

The Unbound: Once at the end of the roster, the Sixth company functioned as the Chapter's scout company. Exploiting a loophole in the terms of their confinement, the sixth company concealed multiple squads of power-armoured neophytes, termed as 'Unbound', to serve as a reserve pool that other companies could draw on. Such an action, while dubiously legal, provided much-needed capacity in the depleted chapter and paved the way for the reinstatement of first, the seventh and eighth, then the ninth and tenth companies following the liberation of Taralus. The Sixth company was elevated from scout company to battleline company in the wake of these actions, but still retains a specialism for infiltrators.

The Savants: The chapter's adherence to the teachings of Ferrus Manus, in combination with limited chapter resources and high numbers of battle-brothers wounded in action, served to create a unique position within the chapter. As the distinction between mechanical and organic assets becomes increasingly blurred, the black-armoured Savants of the Iron Fists are part-techmarine, part-apothecary, charged with looking after both aspects of the chapter's wellbeing. Each company has a dedicated Savant embedded within its command structure, who oversees a number of Savant-Initiates that are tasked with vehicle operation, medicae duties and maintenance efforts,

The Arcan Temple: The chapter is known to harbour a number of 'Temples', largely closed-door congregations that normally serve a role as keepers and educators in specific schools of war, but have also been known to include sergeants' councils and even a captains' council. The Arcan Temple is chief amongst all, as it functions as both a chapter-wide honour guard, and a monument to the chapter's spirit of vengeance. Warriors of the Arcan Temple shed their individuality on induction and are never seen helmetless or outside of their armour, although what occurs between the gold and iron-clad doors to the Arcan Temple is unknown. Unlike the rest of the chapter, Arcan maniples do not bear hereditary names or those of the squad’s sergeant, but are simply numbered. Company colours are shed in exchanged for a halved scheme, The badge of the Arcan Temple is a pair of black axes crossed on a golden yellow shield, and the warriors within have sworn to not rest until their homeworld is recaptured. Or at least, they did, until their homeworld was promptly recaptured.

+Attached Image: Arcan Warder in action during the Karefax Campaign, circa 680.M40.+

[mollysunder]

The figure at the center isn't Jinx. The figure isn't wearing the right shirt, she's missing Jinx's cloud smoke tattoos, and you can see her dark hair under the blue hair reach her back as it falls in front of her arm and behind her shoulder.

While the braids are black and white to imply that is the figure's actual hair, it's sprayed on blue like the rest of the youths in the background, because she is like them. The figure at the center is just another kid in the crowd, and they've essentially been designed like they're wearing a Jinx wig, all the kids are.

The artist for this mural is showing that anyone can be like Jinx as long as you want to fight for Zaun. Jinx represents an ideology that these kids choose to embody in both style and action. They're united in blue in their rebellion.

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

Episode 3 be like

"Imagine being a vessel of divine wrath and not even knowing it."

Drums_of_war.mp3

"Just bros hanging out."

[puddingface1902]

Hey Everyone! Episode 4 of my Morrowind playthrough is here. Check it out.

[waywardsalt]

mmmmmm two sketchbook linebecks im pretty happy with