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[voidsiblings]

Quirrel! ■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

(I mean we all know how Hornet lives, in a house with no curtains)

(arcane-map)

Quirrel, left to himself, is something of a maximalist. Especially after losing his memory, he values having reminders of the places and people he loves, so he's unlikely to get rid of anything that's tied to a positive memory (or a negative one—once he returns to Hallownest, he starts collecting mementos from the Archives, even scavenging some of Monomon's personal effects.) His room is always a hodgepodge of useful clutter and nostalgic knickknacks; he rarely inhabits a space for long before he starts collecting something.

[grollow]

For the random headcanon, Broken Vessel? --(arcane-map)

HI ARCANE I MISS YOU I HOPE YOU'RE WELL. I have thought about messaging you to check but assumed finals were killing you. I hope you are doing well. :bigfan:

I headcanon that Broken Vessel is the only vessel to innately have wings (which is also why they're found near them). I am not a believer of cloaks=wings for the vessels [insert rant about Pure Vessel's armor], so I subscribe to the belief that BV's are underneath their cloak, and that they have six like their father. They can fly in truth, not just double jump, or they would have been able to had they been allowed to grow up (but in my mind they're the vessel version of a teenager).

[astorichan]

Ghost☆■

(arcane-map)

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

They don't have any. They sleep wherever they can and having something to cover them from rain is luxurious to them. Even in a situation where they settle down, they never really personalise their space - they're simply too used to being on the move and they have struggled for a Very Long Time to eradicate feelings of attachment to places.

Happy headcanon answered here!

[exhausted-undead]

someone evict them, they're not leaving my brain

[melmedarda]

Having the time of my life cross referencing these right now. Great resource for fic writers.

Midtown:

Jayce's home

Viktor's home

Hexgates

Airship Dock

Clock Tower

Science Lab

Council Chamber

Science Plaza

Upper Piltover:

Caitlyn's Home

Great Guildhall

Arbor Botanica

Medarda Opera

Low Piltover:

Vi's Apt

Oame(?) Arcade

Sun Gates

Alcove District:

Brewery

Four Sisters

The Fissures (Lanes):

Vander's Bar (Last Drop)

Benzo's Shop

Hospice

The Pumphouse

Sevika's HQ

[q8qwertyuiop8p]

ARCANE - MAP Call [BACKUPS OPEN] Catified

GUYS YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS ITS INCREDIBLY IT HAS TO BE MADE I DONT EVEN LIKE WARRIOR CATS BUT I AM SO HYPED IM GOING TO CRY

[7narwen]

Sooooo, Russian edition of Babel: An Arcane History by R.F. Kuang is almost here, and I've made maps for endpaper of this book. More about this project on my behance.

Color tests:

This was my first attempt with such plans, so I heavily used map of Oxford by Spencer Hoffman (1929) in many aspect, and Google Earth 3D for understanding how historical building is looks like. Some of my references and inspirations:

Upd: Publisher show video with book! 😍

[conteststarribbon]

found some book that is . literally just part of the lore doc copy pasted??? surely this does not make sense in universe with the direct mention of people forgetting that the world wasn't always just islands ???? and the mentions of theos & literal description of acheron or whatever that guy is named now ...

DIDNT ALL THIS HAPPEN ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD ???? WHICH HAS LITTLE TO NO CONTACT TO THE AREAS WHERE AO HAPPENS 😭😭

[dicegrimorium]

Greetings!

For mages of all kinds, there's nothing more important than mana. The most powerful wizards of the realms have found a way to harness its power, and safely store it in magical devices.

This chamber located deep within one of the most powerful magic organizations harbors a fascinating amount of the magical energy. And it's enough to drive any mortal mad. And mad is what the Grand Wizard has become. Fueled by an almost unlimited supply of mana they are now one of the most powerful mages in the world.

Can the party stop this madness before it consumes us all?

You can see a preview of this map’s Patreon content by clicking here.

If you liked the map I’d be extremely thankful if you considered supporting me on my Patreon, rewards include higher resolution files, gridless versions, alternate versions, line versions, PSDs and more. Thank you!

[thearcanecat]

The map I made for a two year folklore inspired campaign we just wrapped up!

[grollow]

(*tries to think of the weirdest combination I can*)

Grimm meets Lurien (before he became a dreamer)

- arcane-map

Half the prompts that I received are genuinely just "I want to see you write Grimm interacting with my blorbo" and I guess I'm here for it because some of them are greatly entertaining to me. Like this one. I saw an opportunity to write comedy and I took it. (With a splice of existential angst, because it wouldn't be me if I didn't include that. It's like adding garlic -- it always improves the dish.) I am sorry, Lurien, you do not deserve to have this man inflicted upon you.

mad world || AO3 or, "Every time Ashe writes Grimm, he becomes more and more cat-like"

The startled noise that escaped the Watcher was one of great entertainment to him.

He was dreaming. Soon, that would be all that he would ever do again – but not yet. Every time he slept, though, he had nightmares of what was to come. Fear was a natural response when faced with the promise of the inevitable. It was not death. In many regards, it was a fate worse than: to be forever trapped with a duty unending. 

Four of them would face that destiny. They walked into it knowingly. But to be afraid? That was normal, and dreams represented that fear.

How funny, then, that the Watcher dreamt of his spire. That he dreamt of painting forever. But if they went to the window, they would not see the City he loved so well. They would see endless expanses of nothingness. That was his real nightmare: that he would never be able to see it again. It was, unfortunately for him, going to come to pass.

But he made his choice.

He clearly did not expect his dreams to be interrupted, though.

But Grimm was bored. Certainly nightmares about being trapped were not entirely uncommon, but the Watcher’s genuinely consisted of just painting and pathologically avoiding the window, as if pretending he didn’t know what he was dreaming would somehow make it not actually real.

So he decided to intervene. Oh, the rule was: do not interfere in nightmares, they serve a purpose, let others live and learn from them. But it was his domain. He could do whatever he wished, and what he wished for was entertainment.

Seeing the Watcher practically jump out of his shell upon his appearance certainly fell under categorical ‘entertainment.’ 

“Who are –”

“Conversations should begin with a greeting, Watcher; I know you have better manners.”

“You just appear in my spire –”

“Your dream, actually. I am nowhere near your spire.” 

The mask he wore hid Lurien’s expression, but he thought that it was probably confused. Amused, Grimm rested his head against his hand and sprawled out further on the countertop. There was a vase there that the Watcher was painting originally – he’d simply moved it to take its place. And by move it, he really meant pushed it backwards.

When he shifted, it fell and broke.

(It was fine; they were in a dream. The real world one wasn’t broken~) 

“W-why are you – why – in my dream – she –”

“Wrong dream ruler. An easy mistake to make for the unacquainted, but I assure you that I am not the one that you fear. I am… a witness. A bystander. And you are of great fascination to me at the moment.”

Lurien looked around him, then said, “I was painting that vase.”

“I know. Now you can paint me instead.” 

He turned his head and Grimm hummed at him.

“Did you really… break into my dream… to ask for a free portrait?”

“Oh, darling, it is hardly free,” he answered. “Did you think I have done nothing else? Ah, but you do not know me. Go. To your window that you dread.”

Lurien froze and stared at him. He motioned idly with one hand. 

“Go. That is not a request. I can bring it to you, if you prefer, but mortals do so loathe when their dreams start twisting as clay before their eyes. Go, go. Tell me what you see.” 

The Watcher hesitated, but then bravely walked over to the window that he was clearly terrified of. When he stopped, the gasp was audible and he brought his hands up to it.

“The City. I can – I can see –”

“I cannot change your fate, but I can give you the dream you so long to have for one of your last nights free,” Grimm continued. “So you see? Have I not paid for my painting?” 

He slid off the counter and then went over to the window where Lurien was standing. He stopped at the side and looked out the glass panes next to the telescope. Falling rains danced like light across the glass, in spite of how dark it was outside. There were few details to admire, save for the rooftop architecture, and yet – yet –

“It’s beautiful, is it not?” Lurien asked, and his voice shook. “Our beautiful City.”

“Your sacrifice will help it stay that way longer,” he agreed, one claw coming up to brush over the glass idly. “You are afraid, though, of your fate.”

“... I am. I am a coward.” His head bowed.

Grimm hummed and then said, “Courage is not the absence of fear, friend. It is facing that fear and doing what needs to be done in spite of it. In this regard, are you not the epitome of bravery? To give all, for your king, for your kingdom, for the City that you love so?”

Lurien turned to look up at him, his mask guarding whatever expression he wore beneath it. He did not turn to face the smaller bug, but instead pressed his forehead to the glass to watch the rain fall. 

“Why did you change it for me? For a painting that you can’t keep? It is a dream, after all.”

A valid point, he thought. Lurien stepped away before he could answer and he heard the sound of the easel’s legs scraping the floor as it moved. 

“I am ever a slave to sentiment,” he answered.

And he would have plenty of his - and others’ - fear in the era to come. Why not grant him peace of mind while he could enjoy it?

“Do you have a name?” Lurien asked, moving his canvas to replace it with a blank one. “So that I know what to title the painting. Stay still.”

Really, by the window? He did not turn, but he did answer with, “You can call me whatever you like.”

It wouldn’t matter soon anyway. They would never see one another again.

[astorichan]

For the fanfic asks: I, V! (arcane-map)

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Yes. I have two big ones, actually.

One is whump, specifically physical whump, specifically one including Hollow. Butterflies be picky about characters :<

The other is a bit harder to define, but I'd say "Radi". Writing her being awful? Yes. Her PoV? Hell yes. Hollow's/Ghost's PoV? Also hell yes. I need to write some more of her, tbh.

V: A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?

Dryya my girl. Someone please feed me, I'm starving and I will not touch the oven myself.

[systemsearcher]

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[kupakaa]

Good news: Jinx Fixes Everything comes out today

Bad news: Reinstalling League after """"""""""""""""""""""quitting"""""""""""""""""""""" for the tenth time

[angeltannis]

Everything reminds me of her (Forspoken)

[dm-paul-weber]

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