#warframe arthur

[dredgenbane]

got my bf into warframe recently so ive been BACK after about a year away, and i NEED this man bad

[inside-black-moon]

In private.

Do you also feel the warmth of skin through photo? 🫠

[spacemagictea]

hi Arthur enjoyers, mind if I bring in some captura?

I wanted to do my animation series with all the Hex, so here's Arthur with some Ash Agile+Noble animations.

enjoy and see you again soon!

[backtraf]

Alright so who was going to tell me that Arthur fucking Nightingale, badass military man, consumed by techrot, had a fucking teddy bear. I'm dead. This man. I cannot

[eve-be-sleep-deprived]

He looks baffled, but is also desktop wallpaper sized >:3c

[ravenousbites]

[driftingpast1999]

My Shaylas... ₊˚⊹♡

I have more capturas in my pockets that'll be posted on another post for another time hehe.. Right now- I gotta fight my art block and my writer's block just to get my creativity back

[your-magloving-satinwhistle]

Yeah...

Yeaaaaaah....🥹

Man, the Backroom is so quiet when you reset. If I didnt crave an Arthur kissy...

I'm kinda surprised. I didnt expect to lean so hard towards Amir but I'll have to reset again because I want to spend the foreseeable...past? With him.

Also, I'm obsessed with how hard they make the choice to reset. I know it's a game, and I'm the player, but damn if it didn't rip my heart out a bit to do that

[your-magloving-satinwhistle]

Guys... guys he called me Marty...

I never got this voiceline the first loop and I was visiting Arthur constantly! I've been avoiding the mall for a bit until spring started and... I just had to say hi. And he called me Marty!

Imma cry... I actually teared up a bit, Imma actually have to sit down a moment.

[doggojin]

Dad-thur said no pets, but Nex needs his emotional support infested helminth charger doggo. Her name's Calypso and I have her in game, she's HUGE. Give her pets, she deservers pets. 🫵

[technocite]

so he cooks huh

[gruvu]

I have achieved the asking of the date and now my Drifter will suffer. Like we gotta believe that our drifters have little to no social skills. It's amazing how this happened.

[inside-black-moon]

Crowned by darkness.

Nothing foreshadowed this. She was sure that she was safe, because so much time had passed and everything had settled down. A thick viscous shadow flowed from ceiling along the brick wall, hiding the light underneath. The room was getting darker and darker.

- Wolf...

A creaking voice pierced her ears and pierced with its sharpness. She opened eyes and her breath froze in fear. Feeling a warm touch, all organs inside her shrank.

Nervous shallow breathing betrayed her weakness. How long ago it was.

Slowly, quietly, sliding down a black shadow, gently touching her body with huge clawed hands.

- I found you.

She looked up and saw him - The First Veil. A faceless head, similar to an old knee, was decorated with an old ritual piercing - a triangular ring in the nose, and a creepy minimalist crown that was threaded through the skin.

- You look different... I remember you... - she said in a strangled voice.

- Do you remember? Great...

This voice went cold through the whole body from the inside. How to get rid of an unpleasant interlocutor if he is inside your head?

- First Veil, you damn mutants... hybrids... children of the most cruel thoughts, you devoured your own kind, and people made legends about you... your crimes. But why are you still pursuing me?

He laughed.

- You are very stupid, Wolf.

The shadow grabbed her by shoulder and dug its claws into the skin. Moving fingers, it drew deep black scars on it. The eyes darkened with pain. Veil placed hand on her face and a quiet whisper arose in head:

- I name you "black moon", forever and ever. From now on, you, the daughter of Wolf, are under the protection of darkness. You cannot hide or deny. And you cannot get out into the light. You are a part of me. I am a part of you.

The darkness dissipated. Wolf lay on the floor, gasping for breath. Tears silently flowed from eyes.

- No..no no no no...

........................

- She's unconscious, faster!

The light seemed to go out. Familiar voices rang out somewhere in the distance. Mixed together - real and unreal. It smells of dust and some unpleasant heat, so much so that it scratches your throat. It's impossible to breathe. And here's the taste of metal in mouth...

- Arthur?...

- She's losing blood, faster, damn you!

Everyone around is making noise, running, dragging somewhere, doing something with my body. It seems they've undressed me. I definitely wasn't ready for this.

- What the...

- Tattoos?..

Yes, strange tattoos were spreading across my body, the mystery of which Rorschach himself would envy. Unfortunately, they were alive. Unfortunately, it was a type of infection. Unfortunately, it was no longer a secret.

- Don't be afraid, everything is fine...

It's stupid, of course, to be so optimistic, to be a hero and wave your hand - oh, it's nothing! But sometimes, they say, a lie for the good has a place to be.

- It's... not... contagious...

Before i passed out, I saw that look of his. Like a shot, like a bullet with the inscription "stop lying" flying right between my eyes. But I no longer had the strength to explain and I was sucked into the warm, soft darkness.

The scars itched. Pulling the skin, they forced me to wake up and generously pick at them until they bled until itching went away.

Opening eyes, I saw him. The King, who was walking on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I had never seen him so scared.

Catching my gaze, he silently exclaimed and immediately wanted to scoop me up and hug, but remembered the scars on my body in time. Confused, he simply grabbed my hand and pressed it to his lips. Through his disheveled hair, I saw how his eyes were red and wet.

- Wolf...

- Now everything is fine.

- Promise me...

- Anything...

He could not stand it and burst into tears.

Raising herself up on free hand through the pain, she enveloped him in a warm embrace.

- You must tell me everything!

- It seems the time has come...

.......

- So they marked you on purpose since childhood?   

- Yes. But I found out about it not so long ago. All my life they said it was my special pigmentation. You know, like a birthmark. I... believed them...   

- Bastards...   

She nodded silently. Her upbringing did not allow to say such words about those who raised her. Not out of respect. But out of fear.   

- There was another girl in the torture chamber. I helped her escape, but it cost me dearly.   

She pulled back her scarf and showed a black pattern on neck - they deliberately introduced an additional dose of infection.   

- Wolf, you shouldn't have...   

- I shouldn't. But that would have been against my life rules. If you don't make the rules, someone from the outside will.   

She pursed her lips and bit the inside of cheeks, trying not to show emotions.   

- I understand...   

- I was looking for her. And I found her. But they found us too.   

The rain was pounding outside, the room had become much cooler both from history and from weather.   

- But now... why are they looking for you after so many years?   

- I don't know. But they have become even more cruel. I couldn't even ask anything. But I believe, I feel that she is alive and... maybe... looking for me? Maybe this is a warning so that I can never see her again... so that I avoid her...   

- Or they are just sick sadists, vengeful, unimaginably vengeful and spiteful.

- Maybe... maybe both...   

She leaned against his chest and tried to calm down. He thoughtfully hugged her and stroked lightly.   

- I will protect you.   

- It's dangerous. I don't want anything to happen to you.   

- But I don't want you to sacrifice yourself and take the hit again.  We barely pulled you out, you lost a lot of blood. If it weren't for the medical supplies, you would have...   

- Died? Not the first time.

He hugged her tightly, pressing to himself.    

She pulled back, took his face in her hands and peered into eyes. He was breathing nervously and she said quietly:   

- Nowhere in the system, nowhere in other dimensions is there anyone like you. You are dear to me. You are important and valuable. They are waiting for you... always. Exactly you, just as you are. With all sides of your personality. I will always accept you in absolutely any state. Just be there.    

I saw how these words slowly attached themselves to his consciousness. How slowly he heard and understood what was important to me. I do not admire impulsive self-sacrifice. That there is no need to be a hero 24/7, that comfort is not an eternal war, that a quiet life has more value than a decisive throw into the void. That the beauty of personality is in naturalness and versatility. And that you will be appreciated and accepted unconditionally if you are loved. Really loved. Even when you are burned out. Even when you're weak and bleeding. Even when you're just tired of everything. He closed eyes and his breathing became even, calm. The warmth of my hands spread across his face. There was a man in front of me. Alive, with a huge range of emotions who was struggling with the installation of not expressing them. There was a strong personality in front of me. This was my choice and I was not mistaken in it.

[turbineface]

arthur receives affection after 50 billion years of no bitches (live reaction)

[backtraf]

As someone said to me: totally normal about this man.

[alcyonsa]

get ratted , idiot