#Warp Charging Tech

[flibbertygigget]

Random Star Trek OCs I've gotta find a way to jam into one of my fics:

Andorian grad student who gets told by the professor in charge of the labs that he has permission to declare Ushaan on anyone who messes around in the VERY dangerous warp tech lab. He takes this absolutely seriously. It was,,, not meant seriously.

Vulcan with 5 doctorates who instead decides to do logistics because it's deeply logical and satisfying

Vulcan x Klingon lesbian couple. When the Klingon finds out about the whole Pon Farr deal she's like 😢 sad but valid. Then she finds out that kal-if-fee is a thing and gets VERY into the concept of fighting to the death to defend her Vulcan girlfriend's honor. (and the Vulcan's just like,,,, no pls my betrothed and i are gay best friends)

Cardassian nurse who tells anyone who awkwardly asks about, y'know, The War that he did war crimes. He actually slightly participated in one war crime, immediately defected afterwards, and spent the rest of the time helping out the Bajoran Resistance. Considering the sheer volume of war crimes going on, literally no one else sees him as a war criminal, he's just got a guilt complex the size of the universe. Kira's literally begged him to stop telling ppl he's a war criminal, it makes things really awkward when she has to explain why they're friends.

Ky'na Talyn. I know I've already put her in one of my fics, I just need to write something else that involves Ky'na Talyn.

Leonard James VI, Capellan pediatrician and midwife. Over the generations Capellans now all have at least 3 parents - the automatic third parent is whoever delivered the baby. In all ways except biological she's McCoy's great-great-great-granddaughter (and also great-great-granddaughter since her grandfather delivered her). This has no bearing on the plot until she delivers a non-Capellan baby and is like "😄 nice, I have another kid now" and everyone else is like "wut?"

Trans man Ferengi. He came for the Ferengi-illegal HRT, stayed for the found family. His mom's the most wholesome transphobe ever - she doesn't get that trans people exist, but she's 100% down for him "pretending" to be a man to fuck the patriarchy. Since this literally has 0 bearing on how she treats him he just kind of lets it slide.

Andorian who grew up in northern Alaska and describes it as "wet and tropical", idk I just find it funny

[teawithmagician]

Night Lords gopnik cusses vol1

If you believe that Night Lords are secretly gopnik, and you want to make their cussing more expressive, here's a list of best Russian cusses for you - translated & contexted. Let's roll!

а поебаться тебе не завернуть?

Translation: “Wanna wrap up and fuck off?”

Meaning: A dismissive, aggressive way to tell someone to get lost or stop bothering you, implying they’re wasting time.

Example: The Exhalted snaps at Talos in the Strategium, “A poebat’sya tebe ne zaveranut’?”

а сто хуев - большая куча?

Translation: “A hundred dicks a big pile?”

Meaning: A sarcastic retort questioning someone’s complaint or exaggeration, implying their problem isn’t a big deal.

Example: Uzas laughs as a brother complains about a lasbolt grazing his armor. “Sto khuev—bol’shaya kucha?” he cackles.

в душе не ебу

Translation: “I don’t fucking know.”

Meaning: A blunt admission of ignorance or confusion, often with frustration.

Example: Xarl glares at a tech-priest babbling about a malfunctioning warp drive. “V dushe ne ebu,” he mutters.

война - хуйня, главное маневры

Translation: “War’s bullshit, maneuvers are what matter.”

Meaning: A cynical dismissal of grand conflicts, emphasising strategy or survival over ideals.

Example: Cyrion ducks a daemon’s claw and sneers, “Voina—khuinya, glavnoe manevry,” chopping off the creature’s head.

голосуй не голосуй, вот уже получишь хуй

Translation: “Vote or don’t, you’re still fucked.”

Meaning: A nihilistic jab at futility, suggesting outcomes are rigged or inevitable.

Example: Mercutian watches slaves beg for freedom at a mock trial. “Golosuy ne golosuy, vot uzhe poluchish khuy,” he drawls.

дневальный! подай станок ебальный!

Translation: “Orderly! Fetch the fucking-machine!”

Meaning: A crude, barked order, often humorous, for a mundane item, like a shaving tool.

Example: Variel, flaying a prisoner’s skin for armor, hisses at a trembling serf, “Dneval’niy! Poday stanok yebal’niy!”

ёбарь-перехватчик

Translation: “Cock-blocking interceptor.”

Meaning: A playful or mocking term for someone who ruins plans or interrupts pleasure.

Example: Talos curses as a Harlequin jetbike foils his ambush. “Yobar’-perekhvatchik,” he snarls.

ебись оно конем

Translation: “Let it fuck a horse.”

Meaning: A dismissive curse, wishing something frustrating would go away or fail spectacularly.

Example: Xarl glares at a jammed plasma cannon, sparks flying. “Ebis’ ono konem,” he spits.

ебать мои саночки

Translation: “Fuck my little sledge.”

Meaning: An exasperated exclamation, often humorous, for a situation gone wrong, like “damn it all.”

Example: Uzas slips on ice mid-charge, his chainaxe skidding. “Ebat’ moi sanochki,” he roars.

заработать хуем по затылку

Translation: “Earn a dick to the back of the head.”

Meaning: To deserve a harsh, humiliating punishment for stupidity or failure.

Example: For their efforts, the First Claw was on many occasions dangerously close to "Zarabotat' khuem po zatylku" from the Exhalted.

и рыбку съесть, и на хуй сесть

Translation: “Eat the fish and sit on the dick.”

Meaning: Wanting to have it all—greedily seeking two incompatible rewards.

Example: Mercutian catches a brother hoarding both gold and sacred relics. “I rybku syest’, i na khuy sest’,” he scoffs.

каждый кулик на своём хую велик

Translation: “Every snipe’s a king on his own dick.”

Meaning: Everyone boasts about their own importance, no matter how small their domain.

Example: “Kazhdy kulik na svoyom khuyu velik,” Mercutian says thoughtfully, looking at Abaddon from afar.

какая пизда тебя родила

Translation: “What cunt birthed you?”

Meaning: A harsh insult questioning someone’s origins or worth, implying they’re despicable.

Example: Talos faces captive Ruven. “Kakaya pizda tebya rodila?” he marvels at the traitor.

кого ебёт чужое горе

Translation: “Who gives a fuck about another’s grief?”

Meaning: A callous dismissal of others’ suffering, emphasising self-interest.

Example: Xarl ignores pleas from fleeing civilians. “Kogo yebot chuzhoye gore?” he growls, bisecting a militia leader.

на моих золотых полчаса как спиздили

Translation: “My golden half-hour got fucking stolen.”

Meaning: Complaining about wasted time, especially precious moments.

Example: Uzas curses a delayed duel with a World Eater. “Na moikh zolotykh polchasa kak spizdili,” he snarls.

на одном месте не уебёшь — надо перетаскивать

Translation: “You can’t fuck it up in one spot—you gotta drag it around.”

Meaning: A sarcastic remark about spreading chaos or failure across multiple efforts.

Example: Cyrion watches a botched boarding action spiral. “Na odnom meste ne uyebosh—nado peretaskivat’,” he mutters.

нас ебут, а мы крепчаем

Translation: “They fuck us, and we get stronger.”

Meaning: A defiant boast about resilience in the face of adversity.

Example: Talos rallies his squad under orbital bombardment. “Nas yebut, a my krepchayem,” he roars.

ни в пизду, ни в Красную Армию

Translation: “Neither to the cunt nor the Red Army.”

Meaning: Something utterly useless, unfit for any purpose.

Example: Uzas tosses aside a jammed lasrifle. “Ni v pizdu, ni v Krasnuyu Armiyu,” he growls.

носим ношеное, ебём брошенное

Translation: “We wear what’s worn, fuck what’s abandoned.”

Meaning: A grim acceptance of scavenging and taking what’s left behind.

Example: Variel patches his armor with looted ceramite. “Nosim noshenoye, yebom broshennoye,” he mutters.

понеслась пизда по кочкам

Translation: “The cunt’s off bouncing over the bumps.”

Meaning: Things have spiralled into a chaotic, unstoppable disaster.

Example: Uzas laughs as explosions rock the structure and the debris starts falling. “Poneslas’ pizda po kochkam,” he cackles.

таких друзей — за хуй да в музей

Translation: “Friends like these—grab ‘em by the dick and stick ‘em in a museum.”

Meaning: A sarcastic jab at unreliable or useless allies, suggesting they’re only good as relics.

Example: Cyrion glares at a renegade marine who fled mid-battle. “Takikh druzey—za khuy da v muzey,” he chuckles.

соси хуй утопленника!

Translation: “Suck a drowned man’s dick!”

Meaning: A crude, dismissive insult, telling someone to get lost or do something repulsive.

Example: Xarl shoves a begging scavenger away. “Sosi khuy utoplennika!”

слово за слово, хуем по столу

Translation: “Word for word, dick on the table.”

Meaning: An argument escalating to a point of no return, like a crude showdown.

Example: In the Umbral Claw’s war room, Talos and the Exhalted communication often followed "Slovo za slovo, khuem po stolu" pattern.

шахтёрам — кресты, инженерам — пизды, директору — нары, владельцу — Канары

Translation: “Miners get crosses, engineers get fucked, the director gets prison, the owner gets the Canaries.”

Meaning: A cynical take on societal hierarchy, where workers suffer, bosses escape, and the rich thrive.

Example: Ruven watches slaves toil under the whips. “Shakhtyuram—kresty, inzheneram—pizdy, direktoru—nary, vladel’tsu—Kanary,” he notes to himself.

хуй сосали комбайнёры

Translation: “The harvesters sucked dick.”

Meaning: A crude dismissal of someone’s failure or incompetence, often mocking their efforts.

Example: Variel scoffs at a serf’s failed attempt to repair a looted machine. “Khuy sosali kombaynory.”

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This is just a Prologue/Test. If this gets more, I'll add more to it.

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Guilliman was never one to take much part into the... electronics like some of his brothers have. He was more focused on trying to get the paperwork done rather than playing with such a thing that only helps him when his work needs to be organized when he can’t do so at the time. So, he's mildly grateful for it, but in other times when it fails him when he's trying to do his work, and it completely shuts off on him? Leaving his progress unchecked? Not so much. There has been a point where he wanted to launch the stupid machine into the chaos of the warp. Though, that wouldn’t be a great idea considering that would be giving the chaos free information. That is if they like going through files with just numbers in them.

However, something about one of the delicacies of having some tech peaked his interest a bit. Not because it could possibly be organized better, and most likely couldn't with how old this little, tiny... "phone" looked. It looked like a relic of the ancient past, but the small thing still worked. It… shocked him in a way, all it needed was a simple charge and it was at 100% in seconds, but that still wasn't what interested him.

It was how the tiny thing still had this "service." That it still had... people communicating through it. He's read some of the... vox? Messages? It seems like the have gotten the wrong number? Other times whoever was on the other end was persistent and kept the phone dinging at him at the worst times saying something about a woman giving this random male the wrong number, but also proceeded to try the number out again and again. He wonders if the woman had completely rejected the man at that point with how many foul words they have typed out and even “voicemailed.” The man was definitely not a noble, but it's possible with how much supposed currency they have. He was honestly tempted to answer back...

Though, one of these "group chats" has interested him the most as this group chat included his "phone number" with them. Many people at once, greeting and saying hello. It was… surprising, but a great change of event’s between a simple, unyielding command or a demand. Not only that, but the pictures of their world? It almost reminds him of Terra or at least what it could have been before he was even created, and the people? Thriving: Happy. They looked happy.

You looked happy.

He… also finds an interest in you. You are a rare find of the universe. You pull him in even when he doesn’t even know you. You’re always kind enough to fill him in when he attempts to join in and gather information, or when he’s still figuring out the mini controls of the old tech. He should really transfer the data, but he knows what lies in the dark of his world. So he just hides the phone in his quarters, and when he gets the time? He goes through it. Seeing what this other world has been up to, what you have been up to. He’s glad the whole group chat of 4 (including you and him) didn’t even bat an eye when they figured out they hadn’t recognised his number on the device. They simply… accepted him; trusted him. Even without knowing him too. It was almost bizarre. To be accepted quickly as if he wasn’t the most important being on Terra. You- They have treated him like an equal. Not many dare to do that, and he wonders if this is how the twins felt like sometimes?

He shakes his head, dismissing his thought as he places the tiny phone down in the middle of his chest while he rests on top of his comforter, his eyes looking up to the ceiling above him. He honestly believes your planet is one of true paradise. Not worn with war and hive cities. Your world actually has luscious trees; forests adorning your roads and places you walk upon, something Lion might like. You had gardens where the whole city would come to take brakes in, unfearing of what may lay beyond the atmosphere. You didn’t have high tech like his world, but that didn’t matter to him. It didn’t compare to the beauty that the world held. What you held.

He shifts slightly when he feels the phone vibrate on his chest and he moves a bit quickly to hold up the phone again. His eyes searching for the notifications that appeared on it. A message from you calling for him in the group chat.

“Lord Robute, are you still there?”

A small smile grows on his lips, before it's quickly taken away with fluency, his fingers chicken typing on the frustratingly small phone. He knows when you call him “Lord” it means you were either in a good mood, you’re in a playful mood or you just used it to address him as the whole group chat mentioned his name was like a royal name. Therefore, they have started to use different titles to address him in a… friendly manner.

“I am.”

“I have a picture of the Black Templars I think you would like, here.”

He almost freaks out at your words, but remains composed; staring at the phone, waiting for you to send the attachment, and when it sends. He’s interested. These Black Templars looked nothing like the Templars his world has. Well, besides the colors and the logo, but the armor is way different. He likes when you send him the history of your world, it pleases him in a way to see the weird similarities.

“Thank you.”

Is all he says, and he gets comments from the group chat about his simple responses. Talking like a “dadbod.” Whatever that means, but he’s pleased to have found these communications with the group and you. He’s… He’s going to keep this little device a little while longer, and hopes the imperium doesn’t find your world. He hopes the Emperor doesn’t find it, and definitely a couple of his brothers too. He doesn’t wish to see you besides where you already stand, and that thought saddens him a little. The thought of you not being close…

He must do what is right, even for you, but for how long?

[elyslynn]

The Unseen Link.04

Young Justice x GN! (Psychic/Meta) Reader

AN: HIII I finished my first final today so I was super excited to get back to work.. This chapter is kinda long soo let me know if you like the longer chapters or would rather I break it up to 2k words each part. Ofc I'm still new to this please let me know if there's anything you'd like to see or improvements and ofc enjoy!

Word count: 3.2k

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The bioship glides through the upper atmosphere, clouds peeling away like pages as the team gathers inside the softly glowing interior.

A holographic map of Blüdhaven hovers between them, projected by Robin’s gauntlet. The city is dim, lights sparse along the industrial outskirts — and one zone flickers with digital static.

Aqualad steps forward, voice calm and commanding.

“A LexCorp storage facility on the outskirts of Blüdhaven has gone dark,” he says, motioning to the red zone. “Locals report hallucinations. Objects appearing where they shouldn’t. Time glitches. Memory spikes.”

“Memory spikes?” Artemis raises an eyebrow.

Miss Martian frowns. “Could be another psychic distortion. Like the rift.”

[Y/N] softly replies, “A memory spike is like a scar ripping open. You don’t just see what was — you feel it, live it. Sometimes it’s one person’s past. Sometimes... it’s everyone’s all at once.”

Robin taps on the map, cycling through surveillance images — some grainy, others outright impossible. A hallway that loops in on itself. An elevator door on the ceiling. A vending machine full of melted clocks.

“No comms. No power. The League suspects this isn’t just tech failure — it may be reality degradation.”

You stiffen slightly.

They’re looking at you now.

Aqualad nods once. “This mission will be more recon than assault. We don’t know what we’re dealing with. Our first goal is containment. Second is evacuation. Third — recovery of any affected personnel or tech.”

Robin points to each teammate in turn.

“Miss Martian, you’re our psychic buffer. You’ll help us keep our heads straight inside. Kid Flash and Artemis: outer perimeter sweep. Secure an exit route in case things turn.”

“Superboy and I will breach the facility’s west access point,” Aqualad adds. “We’ll search for the command center.”

Finally, his gaze lands on you.

“[Y/N], you’ll remain central. You’re our anchor. Track memory distortion. If things twist — time, identity, space — we’ll rely on you to recognize the breach.”

Robin leans back in his seat, arms crossed. “And if you are the breach?”

“Then,” you say quietly, “you’ll know where to find me.”

A beat of silence. Not tense — just... loaded.

Superboy looks over at you, his eyes steady. “You won’t lose control.”

You nod once.

You hope he’s right.

The bioship begins to descend, Blüdhaven’s skyline approaching fast in the dark.

Aqualad raises his voice, just slightly. “Gear check. Five minutes to drop. Stay sharp. We don’t know if this facility is bending reality… or breaking it.”

The team slips through the broken service entrance of the LexCorp facility. The interior is eerily quiet — industrial corridors lit by flickering lights, the air charged with static and something colder. Older.

Robin checks his scanner. “No security feed. No staff. Just interference.”

Miss Martian floats a few inches off the floor, eyes glowing faintly. “I feel… echoes. Strong ones.”

You step forward cautiously. The walls seem to breathe faintly — expanding, contracting. The hum of reality distorts like a warped cassette.

Superboy narrows his eyes. “I don’t like this.”

Then, it hits.

A memory spike.

It’s not visual at first — it’s emotional. A sudden wave of crushing dread — like loss, like screaming in your own throat with no sound. Then the environment glitches. A cold hallway flickers and becomes… a warm kitchen? For half a second. Then a cemetery. Then a school hallway with lockers that melt into filing cabinets.

Robin stumbles back. Artemis gasps, hand to her head. Miss Martian doubles over midair.

“Something’s overriding our senses!” she cries.

Aqualad’s voice cuts through static. “This is it — a spike!”

Then you feel it too. The pressure in your skull. But unlike the others, you don’t collapse. You breathe in.

Because to you, this chaos has structure.

You close your eyes and walk forward, right into the heart of the distortion.

“ follow me,” you say. “Just trust me.”

Your fingers graze the wall — and you feel who it belongs to. A woman. Technician. Late 30s. She ate lunch here every day for two years. Then she lost her job. You anchor her memory, thread it through your fingertips.

The hallway stabilizes for a second. Just long enough for Robin to reorient.

“[Y/N], what did you do?”

You exhale slowly. “I found the strongest memory left behind — rooted us in it. These spikes? They’re like whirlpools. You drown unless you grab something real.”

The world ripples again. Another wave hits.

This time, Superboy is suddenly eight years old — in a Cadmus pod. He falls to his knees.

You reach him, palm to his shoulder. “That’s not now. That’s then.”

And with effort, you overwrite the hallucination — a memory mist of warm sunlight and gravel, a Mount Justice training day. He remembers. The pod fades.

His breathing steadies.

Miss Martian floats beside you, eyes wide. “You’re not resisting the memory field. You’re using it.”

You nod. “This place is breaking. I can stitch it. But we need to find the source — or get out before it collapses.”

Robin’s voice comes in through the comm. “Storage core. West wing. It’s pulsing like a beacon.”

You turn to the team.

“We need to move,” you say, voice firm.

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Your team nods. They fall in behind you.

The hallway stretches ahead — flickering overhead lights, rusted pipes groaning softly like something exhaling. You start walking. Every footstep echoes longer than it should.

Miss Martian whispers, “I feel like we’re being… watched.”

Robin tilts his gauntlet. “Power readings are off the chars. See this spike?” He shows you a blip on his scanner. “It’s repeating every twenty-three seconds. Like it’s stuck.”

“Glitching?” Artemis asks.

You keep walking. The static in the air thickens. There’s a faint click-hiss-click rhythm now, like machinery breathing.

Then, without warning—

You round a corner—

—and you’re back at the service entrance.

The broken LexCorp door groans open.

Robin’s already scanning.

Aqualad says, “Let’s go—”

You blink.

Wait. Didn’t you already—

No.

You shake it off. Must’ve misstepped, turned around, or doubled back somehow. The facility layout’s twisting. You’re probably hallucinating. Right?

You walk again. Same hallway. Miss Martian floats slightly ahead this time.

“I feel like we’re being… watched,” she whispers.

Your skin prickles.

Robin tilts his gauntlet. “Power readings are off the charts—see this spike? Repeating every twenty-three seconds…”

The words hit you harder this time.

No.

You spin toward him. “You said that already.”

He blinks. “I’m showing you now.”

Artemis raises an eyebrow. “You okay?”

You stare down the hall again. Same shadows. Same hiss-click. The same pipe dripping every four seconds.

“I—I think I heard that before.”

“You probably did,” Superboy mutters. “Echoes everywhere.”

But it’s not just that. It’s everything.

The cadence of Aqualad’s next words. The look Miss Martian gives you. Robin tucking his scanner back exactly the same way.

The team slowly starts advancing forward.

Suddenly, you’re back at the entrance. The broken service door slams open again like it never happened. Robin’s scanning again. Artemis is tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Miss Martian floats inches off the ground.

You whirl to face them. “We’ve done this.”

Robin looks up. “Uh… what?”

Superboy frowns. “No we didn’t.”

You step backward, your chest tightening. “Yes , we did.”

The hallway breathes again. Then flickers.

You're at the service entrance. Again. And again. The door slams open. Robin scans. Aqualad speaks. Again.

Every time, you remember.

Loop Four.

You try to write something. It vanishes.

Loop Seven.

You slam your hand against the wall. Feel the memory of it. You mark it with a burn. When the loop resets—it’s gone.

Nothing carries over. Except you.

Loop Twelve:

The lights flicker, and suddenly, you’re standing alone in the bioship. The team is gone, erased from the world, and in their place is a single photo on the dashboard: you—alone—staring back from a past you can’t remember.

The lights flicker..

..

..

Loop Eighteen:

You're back with the team?

Aqualad turns to you with a reassuring smile, but the moment his eyes meet yours, they are empty. No soul behind them, just hollow voids. His lips move, but the words are wrong. They aren’t his.

Loop Twenty-four-ish?:

The hallway stretches endlessly before you. You dash ahead without the team relentlessly, you turn a corner, but the door that should be there is gone, replaced with a mirrored reflection of yourself—standing perfectly still, smiling back at you. A beat later, the reflection blinks.

Loop Thirty?:

You’re back at the storage core, but this time, something flickers in the corner of your eye, a monster..?, no must be my eyes. It’s a fragment of someone you know. Superboy, his face frozen in a scream. You reach for him, but your hand passes right through.

 Loop ???:

You feel the edge unraveling in your mind. Like a film reel melting mid-frame. Nothing holds.

But something deep inside you whispers:

Remember.

You close your eyes.

The world falls away—and you reach.

Loop 1:

The hallway stretches ahead — flickering overhead lights, rusted pipes groaning softly like something exhaling. You start walking. Every footstep echoes longer than it should.

Miss Martian whispers, “I feel like we’re being… watched.”

Robin tilts his gauntlet. “Power readings are off the charts. See this spike?” He shows you a blip on his scanner. “It’s repeating every twenty-three seconds. Like it’s stuck.”

“Glitching?” Artemis asks.

You close your eyes, the weight of the distortion pressing in on you. Your hand rises, fingers shaking slightly as you focus. The air hums, thick with something broken and unfamiliar.

You take a deep breath, letting it steady your racing heart. The world around you warps, flickering like a dying light.

“Remember,” you whisper, the word grounding you, pulling you back to the present. The ripples in the air tremble, but you hold fast. You won’t let it slip away. Not again.

The air shimmers in front of you, a ripple that feels like reality itself is bending under your fingers. It should be impossible, this feeling, this fragile thread you cling to. But the world doesn’t have to make sense. Not when you’re the one weaving it back together.

You exhale slowly, focusing. You won’t let it slip away again. Not this time.

Your hand brushes against the memory that holds them all together.

Artemis — laughing with powdered sugar on her nose at Mount Justice’s kitchen table, flicking a donut crumb at Wally. “Bet you can’t catch that before it hits the ground, speedster.”

Wally — catching it, obviously. “Pshh, please. I was born catching things in slow-mo.” Then tripping over his own feet a second later and pretending it was part of the plan.

Robin — blasting music too loud, shouting random trivia during training drills. “You can’t spell ‘team’ without me!” Grinning, masked, thirteen years old and fearless.

Miss Martian — hovering above the lake, lifting water into shimmering spirals, inviting everyone to try. “It’s all just rhythm. You have to feel it.”

Aqualad — kneeling beside Conner in battle, steadying him after a psychic attack. “Your strength is not only your fists. It is your focus.”

Superboy — standing at the edge of the cliff behind the cave, quiet, uncertain. The reader beside him. He asks, “Do you think we’re more than what they made us?”

You pull each memory closer—thread by thread.

They shimmer in your mind’s eye like silk strands, glowing faintly.

You reach out and begin to weave.

Each thread crosses another.

It’s messy. Imperfect.

But it’s real.

You open your eyes—and the loop collapses like a deck of cards. Not destroyed—reformed.

Time snaps back into place with a breath like thunder.

You’re all standing in the core now—together.

The glitching has stopped. Reality no longer shudders beneath your feet.

Robin is holding his head. “Okay... that was definitely not normal.”

Artemis leans against the wall. “Did I just live through the same twenty minutes five times or am I losing my mind?”

Miss Martian’s eyes are still glowing faintly. “No… you’re not imagining it. We looped. I think… I think [Y/N] pulled us out.”

They all turn to you.

You’re shaking, just a little. Weaving leaves traces.

“I linked you,” you say quietly. “All of you. A memory you shared — something real enough to override the distortion.”

Aqualad frowns. “You anchored us.”

You nod. “Memories don’t just fade. They fray. And if you weave them back together—something stronger forms.”

Superboy steps closer. “That moment… the lake… that wasn’t just a memory, was it?”

You smile, soft and tired. “It was the truth. And truths hold.”

There’s a long beat of silence.

Then Wally breaks it.

“Okay, so... not to kill the vibe or anything, but did I just watch Artemis throw the same donut crumb at me five times? Or was that, like, a metaphor?”

Artemis rolls her eyes. “You missed it three out of five, genius.”

“Excuse you, I caught it in every timeline. One of them just didn’t count because Robin sneezed.”

Robin mutters, “Oh my god, I did sneeze.”

Miss Martian giggles under her breath. “This was… really weird.”

Wally grins, still breathless. “Weird? This was existential Inception-but-make-it-sci-fi-horror levels of weird. I swear I saw my third grade math teacher in a vending machine.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. That tracks.”

Robin breathes out, more serious now. “You brought us back.”

Wally gives you a soft look beneath the humor. “Yeah. You did. Thanks for… pulling us out of whatever that was. Seriously.”

You smile.

“All I did was remember how.”

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The lights flicker once more, and the presence grows heavier.

A sudden crack breaks the silence—the walls shift. The space distorts, twisting into something unfamiliar, like it’s being remembered wrong.

Then, from the center of the room, a low, grinding growl vibrates the floor.

A twisted form emerges from the distortion.

It’s an abomination of memory—a mass of shifting shadows and broken light, its jagged wings scraping against the air as it unfurls them. Its scales glint like shards of shattered glass, reflecting fragmented flashes of light that dance across its form. Its eyes are endless pits—burning, unstable—glowing like the hollow of forgotten things. The wyvern's body is stretched, deformed, wings too large, claws too sharp.

It lunges forward with a shriek that is somehow both human and inhuman at the same time.

You stumble back, feeling the sudden weight of it. The energy in the room feels wrong—thick with the taste of broken time.

“Is that...?” Superboy growls, eyes narrowing. “Is that even real?”

Your voice is sharp, calculated. “No. It’s not. It’s a sentient construct. A creature formed from a rift in memory. It’s a broken fragment—an echo that’s trying to exist.”

Aqualad is already on alert, hands raised, water swirling around him like a shield. “This isn’t just an anomaly. This is alive.”

The wyvern screeches again, and a blast of jagged energy explodes from its open maw, nearly hitting you. You dive to the side, your heart racing. The ground trembles beneath you. The creature thrashes, its claws raking the floor like knives through fabric.

It’s not just a mindless beast. It’s a thing that remembers itself.

Artemis draws her bow in one smooth motion, firing an arrow that explodes against its chest—but the wyvern’s body ripples, like liquid metal, absorbing the impact. It turns its head toward her with that hollow, endless gaze, and for a moment, it’s almost like it’s searching for something.

It shrieks again, lunging straight for Artemis, but Wally zooms in, grabbing her in the nick of time and pulling her out of harm’s way.

“Whew—close one!” he yells, but his voice is strained, edges fraying from the power of the creature’s presence.

You know this thing isn’t just fighting—it’s reacting to something. Something deep inside it that calls to you.

You move toward the creature, hand outstretched, trying to gather the threads. Your fingers brush the flickering light of its form. The wyvern pauses. Its eyes flash brighter.

“Why… do you fight?” it rasps. “I am you. You have forgotten me. Why do you remember?”

You flinch, breathless.

It remembers—and it knows. It knows that you hold the keys to this madness.

“No,” you answer, trying to steady yourself as the room twists once again. “I remember nothing like you.”

It snarls, and this time the ground cracks beneath its feet. The wyvern’s body warps as it swipes at you, but you summon the strength to pull its memories into a single thread—one that doesn’t break, one that binds.

The creature lets out a tortured roar, thrashing wildly.

The wyvern roars again, its body now a tangled mess of fractured memories, shifting between forms—glimpses of broken pasts, twisted images from forgotten moments. You can feel its instability, its very existence unraveling as it thrashes violently.

Your heart pounds in your chest. The air crackles with tension, the room warping with every breath. Each step you take toward the wyvern feels heavier, the weight of reality pressing down on you.

Aqualad, Artemis, and the rest of the team are holding their ground, but the wyvern’s distorted form keeps them at bay. They’re fighting something—something that isn’t even fully real.

You can’t let this thing tear apart their minds any longer.

Steeling yourself, you step forward, ignoring the flashes of memory trying to drag you under. You raise your hand, fingers outstretched, feeling for the core of the chaos, the heart of this broken thing. The wyvern sees you coming, its glowing eyes flashing with recognition—or maybe desperation.

You reach for it.

The moment your fingers touch its form, the world around you shifts violently. You close your eyes, gritting your teeth as the flood of memories threatens to overwhelm you. You feel the creature's pain, its confusion, the fractured echoes of its existence—not real but desperate to be. You pull on the strands of its being, weaving the threads together, forcing the memory of its existence to solidify.

With one final push, you drive your hand deep into the heart of its chaos. There’s a sickening crack, and a surge of energy floods the room as the wyvern’s form convulses. The ground shakes beneath your feet, and the walls pulse with an unstable force, but you hold fast.

You twist your hand inside the heart of the beast, severing its connection to the memories. The wyvern’s body buckles, collapsing into itself as its scream echoes in your mind. It thrashes one last time before it’s no longer a thing of substance, just an empty shadow, its essence flickering out of existence.

But as it falls, its gaze locks onto you.

A voice—soft, broken—whispers through the chaos.

“Will you remember me?”

Time slows. The world feels like it’s holding its breath. You stare at the creature, its broken eyes burning with a strange, desperate light.

For a moment, it almost seems human—a lost piece of someone who shouldn’t have been forgotten.

You swallow, your breath shaky. “I... I can’t.”

The wyvern’s body crumbles into dust, fading away like a dream you can’t hold onto.

You stand there, hand still raised, the silence heavy in the air.

Tears sting at the corners of your eyes as your chest tightens, your breath catching painfully in your throat. You open your mouth, but the words won’t come. You know the truth. You can’t carry everything. Not every lost thing, every broken fragment.

But the question still lingers in the air, wrapping around you like a ghost: “Will you remember me?”

You stand frozen, your hand trembling as you wipe away the tear that slips down your cheek.

For a moment, you’re not sure if the tear is for the wyvern, for yourself, or for the countless memories you’ll never be able to save.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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AN: I hope u guys enjoyed it! I'm gonna try getting two chapters done this weekend so fri-sunday so expect more then. Next chapter you will get your super important evaluation from the bat.(+more team bonding and maybe some backstoryy stufff) and then introduce zatana and maybe do that training sim episode or somethinggg... I'm thinkingggg

[sonadow4life2006]

NEW FANFIC!! Shadilver: Chaos and Moonlight

(My very first Shadilver fanfic! Request by one of my besties! Do enjoy! ✨)

CHAPTER 1:

The air crackled with tension long before the first punch was thrown.

"Silver, for Chaos's sake, wait—"

Too late.

The silver-furred hedgehog launched himself into the sky, psychokinetic energy flaring around his body like fire. Below, the city trembled, dust and debris dancing in his wake.

Shadow skidded to a stop on the rooftop below, scowling up at the glowing figure. "Of course he charges in headfirst," he muttered. "Idiot."

Around him, the rest of the group had gathered. Sonic zipped to Shadow's side, arms crossed. "You gonna play nice, or is this gonna be another testosterone contest?"

Shadow scoffed. "I don't compete with children."

Tails flinched as an explosion rocked the skyline. "Um... that 'child' just took out half a building."

"Yeah, and he's doing it alone," Amy added, hands on her hips. "Again."

Knuckles cracked his knuckles, unimpressed. "Well, someone better go back him up. Or stop him from flattening the city."

"I vote Shadow," Rouge chimed in, leaning against a nearby wall. "He's the only one with enough ego to match Silver's."

"I don't need backup!" Silver's voice echoed above them—furious, reckless, and just loud enough to make Shadow's eye twitch.

He was going to kill that hedgehog.

Or at least make him shut up.

With a frustrated growl, Shadow leapt into the air, Chaos Control warping him through space in a blink of crimson light. He reappeared in the middle of the chaos—literally—just in time to watch Silver slam a massive chunk of asphalt into a robotic enemy with enough force to crater the ground.

"Subtle," Shadow deadpanned.

Silver turned midair, eyes flaring. "I don't need your sarcasm right now."

"Then maybe stop earning it."

They stood there—hovering and glaring—while the world around them burned. Their enemy, some new high-tech monstrosity with tentacles and a bad attitude, roared from behind the haze. Silver flinched; Shadow didn't.

"You're in over your head," Shadow said quietly, stepping forward as dust swirled around them. "You're letting your emotions get the better of you."

Silver's fists clenched, psychokinesis sparking around his gloves. "You think I don't know what I'm doing?"

"I know you don't," Shadow growled. "You're reckless. You don't think. You just feel."

"And you don't feel enough!" Silver's voice cracked like thunder. "All you ever do is judge me. Like you're so much better."

"I am better."

The silence that followed was nuclear.

Then Silver struck first.

Their bodies collided midair, a flurry of punches, kicks, and raw power. Silver's energy flared like a starburst, but Shadow met it head-on, teleporting out of the way and reappearing behind him with a spinning kick that sent Silver crashing into a building. Glass shattered. The skyline lit up like fireworks.

Down below, the others winced.

"Ouch," Knuckles muttered.

"They're gonna kill each other," Amy said flatly.

"Or make out," Rouge said cheerfully. "Fifty-fifty."

Back in the sky, Silver burst out of the rubble, panting, blood on his lip, fury in his eyes. "You don't understand anything about me."

Shadow met his gaze coolly. "I understand enough."

Another blast. Another collision. They moved like storms—destruction following in their wake. But underneath the fighting, something else was starting to show: the way their moves synced, the way their power clashed and wove together like opposite poles of a magnet.

They weren't just enemies.

They were equals.

At one point, Silver pinned Shadow to the cracked wall of a skyscraper, hand around his throat. Their faces were inches apart.

"You're infuriating," Silver hissed.

Shadow smirked, blood staining his teeth. "And you're predictable."

Their breath mingled in the heated air, chest to chest, fists still clenched—but neither of them moved.

They stayed like that just a second too long.

Then an explosion rocked the ground, forcing them apart.

"We'll finish this later," Silver snapped, already turning toward the enemy again.

Shadow watched him go, wiping blood from his chin.

"Looking forward to it," he muttered.

[vexwerewolf]

Howdy! If you’re still taking lancer build requests, I could use some help. I’m stumped on how to build my Sunzi for support with a pinch of controller, and find myself asking “How would Dr. Valentinian do it?”

I was informed that you requested my advice on loadouts. Having now read your request, I feel as if you may be labouring under the misapprehension that I believe there's one correct loadout for all situations - allow me to assure you that no such loadout exists, nor do I believe that it does.

My ethos as regards the equipment choice for a mechanised chassis depends entirely upon the mission briefing and available intelligence. Who are we fighting? What chassis do they pilot? Are we outnumbered, or do we outnumber them? What are the strengths and weaknesses of both individuals within the opposing force and the opposing force as a whole? It goes without saying that these considerations will drastically affect my decisions as regards what equipment I bring with me.

Additionally, I am by no means an expert pilot. My speciality is blinkspace physics, with a secondary expertise in developing mechanised chassis. The majority of my children outpace me in piloting skill; I'm sure they could give you a far more comprehensive answer on this subject than I could.

All of this being said, I doubt you'd be satisfied without a straight answer, so allow me to humour you with the following loadout. I suppose you'll want me to name it as well, won't you? Very well - call this Sleipnir.

-- HA Sunzi @ LL6 -- [ LICENSES ] HA Sunzi 3, HORUS Minotaur 2, HORUS Goblin 1 [ CORE BONUSES ] The Lesson of the Open Door, Improved Armament [ TALENTS ] Skirmisher 3, Demolitionist 3, Grease Monkey 2, House Guard 1 [ STATS ] HULL:2 AGI:2 SYS:2 ENGI:2 STRUCTURE:4 HP:16 ARMOR:1 STRESS:4 HEATCAP:9 REPAIR:4 TECH ATK:+3 LIMITED:+1 SPD:5 EVA:9 EDEF:10 SENSE:15 SAVE:16 [ WEAPONS ] FLEX MOUNT: Warp Rifle MAIN/AUX MOUNT: Assault Rifle / Nexus (Light) [ SYSTEMS ] Personalizations, Blink Charges x4, Metafold Carver, H0R_OS System Upgrade I, Final Secret

Oh, you want me to explain it to you as well? I suppose I have time.

Sleipnir leverages synergies between the crude but effective blinkspace technologies developed by HORUS and the far more refined technologies I developed for the Sunzi frame. Metafold Carver's "Ophidian Trek" is an infinitely repeatable teleport that can be used to instantly rescue an ally from danger at up to range 15 simply by targeting them.

This revolves around the fact that you can target an ally with an invade and they can choose to make it automatically succeed; you don't even bother rolling dice to see how far you teleport them, because your Safe Harbor trait allows you to designate spaces adjacent to you (and this area expanded by the first rank of House Guard) as the endpoint of any teleport that affects an ally.

If you wish to pull an enemy out of position, you can use the same trick with your Blink Anchor; simply invade them using "Ophidian Trek," and then redirect them. This allows you to continue pulling enemies out of position even when your Blink Charges have been expended.

Speaking of Blink Charges, the Demolitionist talent also makes them more versatile, as they can now push enemies around (you choose the order of effects, meaning you can teleport an enemy and then push them back, allowing you to decide the exact direction of the knockback) and you can use them as mines without fear of losing limited charges.

I shouldn't need to explain to you the raw utility of the H0R_OS v1 system. If I do, you probably aren't competent enough to be piloting a mech.

That's all for now. I hope this was illuminating for you. As for me, I must get back to work.

[honourablejester]

I normally only skim the edges of the Warhammer 40K sphere every once in a while, but every so often youtube decides I might want to watch things, so today I got a glimpse of the spin-off video game Battlefleet Gothic Armada II. And, specifically, I got a glimpse at the (spoilers) non-canon Necron ending to said game.

So. Firstly. I’ve always been a Necron girl. Favourite faction every time I’ve skimmed the edges of 40K. They’re ancient robot mummies with hyper tech who rebelled against, destroyed, and now use their gods as power sources, and then took a couple billion years of a nap afterwards, I love them a lot. So. I pretty much always root for the Necrons?

But this game. It’s set during Chaos’ 13th Black Crusade, where the forces of Chaos storm out of the Eye of Terror to wreak havoc on the galaxy. And. If you play as the Necrons. Everyone else (well, the Imperium and the Eldar, anyway) is fighting to defeat Chaos and push them back into the Eye. The Necrons? If you let them get their massive planet-sized World Engine called the Dark Throne into position and powered up?

They close the Eye itself instead.

The Eye of Terror. The massive warp storm that was ripped into realspace by the birth of the dark god Slaanesh 11,000 years ago. The rent through sanity that signalled the death of an empire and the birth of a dark god, the beach-head that Chaos has been using to charge out from for the past eleven millennia. Give the Necrons ten minutes to warm up their death star, and it’s just deleted.

I fucking love the Necrons. Waking up from their mindbogglingly long nap, staring out at the rest of the galaxy fighting a horrific war of attrition, and just being all …

Have you tried just turning it off?

Like literally everyone else isn’t staring at them in gobsmacked terror and awe because you can do that?

Absolutely beautiful. Best faction ever.

Naturally, this ending is non-canon to the main 40K universe, because of course it is, you can’t just go around deleting the Eye of Terror! But. I love when spin-off media decide to go what if. What if the Necrons, or at least one particular pair of Necrons, actually got their asses in gear and left the internecine politics alone long enough to politely tell the entirety of Chaos to just bugger off for a bit? What would that look like?

Awesome, is what it looks like. Heh.

I love those robot mummies so much.

[starlathehedgehog]

Zach redesign and lore drop of my OC below. For my Danny Phantom AU ‘Ghostlines’ I’m writing.

Lore drop below:

⚡ ZACH’S LORE OVERVIEW

👻 Ghost Name: Specterflare

Species: 1/4 ghost

🔥 Theme: Volatile energy, restraint vs. chaos, emotional combustion

🧬 ORIGIN

Human Life:

Zach was once a rebellious but brilliant teen from a broken household. His life was shaped by emotional neglect, forcing him to rely on his intellect and instincts. He was fascinated by anomalies and ghost-related rumors, eventually conducting risky experiments of his own.

Accident and Death:

During one such experiment—meant to replicate portal energy—Zach died in a volatile explosion of unstable ectoplasm and spectral interference. The blast didn’t just kill him—it transformed him, creating a hybrid-style ghost who retains stronger-than-average ties to the physical world.

Post-Death Mutation:

His ghost form, Specterflare, is infused with an unstable but potent form of energy that mimics fire in appearance—burning gold and burgundy—but behaves more like a mix of light, kinetic force, and controlled chaos. His powers are tied to emotional regulation: the more unstable he feels, the harder his powers are to control.

🔥 GHOST POWERS

Flareburst Projection

Releases concentrated, burst-style blasts of yellow-burgundy energy. Can explode mid-air or on contact.

Visually flickers like fire, but it's energy-based, not elemental.

Thermal Distortion Cloak

Creates a heatwave-like shimmer around him to distort his image, rendering him harder to track visually.

Combustive Dash / Warp

Teleport-like movement that leaves behind streaks of flaring energy. Can chain short bursts together.

Energy Consumption

Can absorb energy-based attacks (ecto-blasts, tech surges) to supercharge his powers temporarily.

Ghost Sense (Modified)

Detects intense emotions in others—especially fear, guilt, or longing—through aura resonance.

Spectral Pulse

An area-of-effect concussive blast that flares from his body when overwhelmed.

Emotion-Linked Power Surge

His power output and control are deeply tied to his emotional state. High tension or intimacy amplifies his abilities but reduces precision.

👤 PERSONALITY

Protective – Fiercely loyal and protective of those he cares about, especially Danny.

Sarcastic but Deep – Uses sarcasm and teasing to mask emotional vulnerability.

Emotionally Aware – Despite his power-linked emotional volatility, Zach is highly attuned to the feelings of others.

Cautiously Affectionate – Gives affection in meaningful, intentional moments—especially with Danny.

Independent – Hates being micromanaged or underestimated, often prefers handling things alone before asking for help.

Recklessly Brave – Will put himself in danger to protect others, even to his own detriment.

⚙️ QUIRKS

Fiddles with tech or ghost gear when anxious.

Has a habit of muttering sarcastic comebacks under his breath even in tense situations.

Collects small human mementos from the real world (headphones, guitar picks, pieces of clothing).

Tends to glow faintly when aroused, frustrated, or emotionally charged—especially visible at his fingertips or around his eyes.

Extremely tactile with Danny, always reaching out when they’re alone—even just brushing hands or touching his hair.

⚠️ FLAWS

Emotionally Volatile – His powers spike with intense emotion, making him both dangerous and vulnerable in moments of weakness or stress.

Guilt Complex – He carries guilt over his death, his transformation, and the way his existence affects Danny’s already fragile stability.

Fear of Abandonment – Believes, deep down, that he’s a temporary fixture in Danny’s life despite their growing connection.

Reckless Under Pressure – Pushes himself past his limits when someone he loves is in danger, often ignoring consequences.

Struggles with Normalcy – Doesn’t always know how to function in a safe or emotionally open environment, defaults to teasing or isolation.

[nalooksthrough]

Dude. Just read your 10-chapter fanfic and honest to God I loved it. It's a bit late so I can't exactly put all of my thoughts into words perfectly, but I really enjoyed how you illustrated how Dale's trauma gave him warped worldviews that ended affecting his own child. I think you wrote both his and Dev's dialogue and actions spot-on. It really shows how easy it is to be incredibly miserable despite having all the money in the world. So, if you don't mind me asking, is there any other headcanons you have regarding Dale and Dev's upbringing that you haven't shared before? I'm guessing you've been asked or have posted about this half a dozen times already, and that's why I kind of apologize for this. I'm kind of new here, haha!

No its totally fine, more than fine actually. I will happily dump more of my little head canons.

Though I will admit to do have more upbringing headcanons for Dale, simply because there is just more room for me to explore. Dev is still a kid so his upbringing is, ongoing to say it crudely.

But yeah Dale. During the first couple of years of his newfound freedom, he tried really hard to be a good Dimmadome. Cowboy aesthetic just like his father, making himself appear polished in both appearance and mannerism. But it was hard, he hadn't been around normal society in years, let alone rich society. He had to relearn all the rules of basic etiquette. He would often act superior around others to disguise the fact that he had no idea what he was doing. He did all this in the hopes of fatherly approval. And he did get his approval sometimes, but it was never enough that it make those awful feelings go away or make the nightmares to stop.

Eventually when he realised his father would always favour work over him, he completely dropped the perfect son act. Stopped trying to be the Dimmadome his father wanted. He got into the rave scene, started experimenting with his fashion and certain substances. You know, typical rave things and also so he could push down all those feelings he had due to unresolved trauma. FUN. It was also the time he really got into tech. He was interested in it before, but he never explored it since he needed to learn his father's trade so he could take over the family business. But he didn't really care anymore by this point.

As for Dev. He was raised by the drones for the most part. There may have been a time where Dale played a more active role. If there was, Dev doesn't remember it. He didn't have any other kids to play with when he was little. Having spent majority of his infant and toddler years confided to the house. He never even went to day-care because well, the drones could do it free of charge. It was only after he started going to school that he even met people that were the same age as him.

[driftwithme]

Hopeful Pacific Rim Headcanons!!!!

Getting exposed to the anteverse made Raleigh healthier, somehow. The theory is that the breach did something to him when it scanned his genetic code, the same as Mako.

Newt and Hermann only know about it 'cause they drifted with that kaiju brain and recognised the strange part of their blood samples. They are also currently working on their memories to see if they can learn more about the kaijus and prevent another breach from happening.

Mako, Newt, Hermann and Raleigh are not entirely human anymore? They are not sure either way.

The closing of the breach, as violent and unexpected as it was, warped Earth time frame. It took LOCCENT some hours to notice that Sttiker Eureka seemed to be floating in the ocean as if nothing had happened. It didn't cure Pentecost like it happened with Raleigh, but it kept them (Stacker and Chuck) alive.

Herc doesn't believe in miracles and he doesn't give credit to the kaijus for the good in his life. For him, getting Chuck back is entirely a product of the skill of the rangers he works with. Humanity doing the impossible time and time and time again.

As an apology for defunding the jeager program and almost dooming humanity in the process, the United Nations kept the PPDC running. There's not enough money to return the jaeger program to what it was, so they all have to adapt.

The PPDC focus is on an hypothetically second invasion now.

J-techs work on creating a new mark of jaegers, smaller, safer, cheaper, but still enough to face a kaiji and win. There are some improvements they want to make as well, like a mechanism of defense that protect the jaeger limbs, maybe spikes or something like that; new escape-pods for the pilots; a kaiju dna detector/radar; and many more.

Along with the classic studies, K-science now includes a whole side dedicated on studying the social and possibly cultural aspects of the kaijus and the anteverse. Another side is dedicated to a better use of the kaiju remins and parts, lile studies on how to regenerate skin or reverse brain damage or use the same system of the kaijus to help the decontamination of the planet.

With the experience of former jaeger pilots, the program's updating the whole cadet training. New simulations based on double and even triple events with Slattern as a possible enemy, new fight techniques for underwater and on air scenarios, a basics of kaiju anatomy and strategies... The pilots also help with the majority of the research nd development of the other areas!

The UN also granted the PPDC the right of working independently of any nation and the exclusivity of jaeger creations. Super important to avoid military forces trying to create their own jaegers to use against mankind, or companies trying to use the drift technology for cold profit, with no ethics attached.

The PPDC allow teens above 16 years old to start their studies in ares like k-science and j-tech, but to join the jaeger pilots program the person must be 18 years old and only become legal rangers after their 22th birthday. Without the kaijus threatening the world, the PPDC has the luxury of going slow with the cadets, selecting only the best and even providing a lot of experience and grow before putting them in charge of a real jaeger. That's to prevent another Scott Hansen, or to prevent teens like Chuck and Raleigh from jumping into the fire before properly maturing, since there's no need of being in such a hurry.

The wall becomes a giant memorial, with artist allowed to practice their crafts on it as they pleased. It's also a reminder: humanity is not alone, the kaijus could come back. Yet, as long as the jaeger program exists, there's always hope to cancel the apocalypse, stop the clock.

[p0rk-guts]

waitt but what's different about your ocified velvette... i like her a little but find myself wanting more substance from her in canon tbh

TEEHEE WHAT A GOOD QUESTION I TOTALLY DIDN'T SET PPL UP TO ASK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay sew me and @ajistorpid were talking and they inspired a good chunk of my ideas so you can blame them for feeding my sick delusions.

Read more just like last time bc I talk too much sorry but there's art in there too oooo you should look u should read my ramblings

As far as I know, Velvette has no canon age at death, cause of death, or death date so based on what we know we just crafted our own headcanons. AJ proposed she might've had parents who ran one of those family vlog channels with her as the face of it, becoming a child influencer under her parents' control. I was thinking she could've been a child model- yk like. dance moms or something. Idk I don't remember what was happening on that show— anyways. Yea

Either way she grew up constantly controled and perfection was her standard. All of her outside thoughts and feelings and interests and opinions were constantly dismissed in favor of what made her more marketable. She never did get that popular in life tho, and her mentors always shamed and blamed her for it.

Idk if this is canon or not, but the idea of the sinners designs reflecting their vices or things they regreted or hated in life is an untapped gold mine to me so that could explain where Velvette's supposed doll and clown themes come from. Became a toy dressed up and paraded around for the entertainment of others + joke never taken seriously. She'd hate that

(As for how that ties into my redesign…. me and AJ were thinking she could be a vampire doll, but I'm not sure IDK I wanna sketch that out and see what it's giving)

In hell she easilly fell back into this warped facsimile of her old life bc it was all she knew. "she feels some form of pseudo control and enjoyment because she has no one pulling her strings now" (<-AJ) SHE'S running things!!! Who's the puppet now!!!!!!

Then THAT had me thinking too because now that I think about it. Why Is she the backbone of the V's?? She's like. An undergrad student in my mind at the MOST and Vox and Val are two men pushing 40 I'm sure. I think a big part of it is the fact that those two are almost complete and utter buffoons who let their emotions cloud their actions constantly, Valentino most obviously but even tho Vox seems more composed like when he's talking Val down from his outburst and when he was talking to the press, we can still see he's a total mess—especially where Alastor is concerned. He lost it so bad during their duet HE SHORTED PENTAGRAM CITY'S POWER.

Now out of all the V's we've seen the least of Velvette (I'd call it what it is but yall gon get real mad at me), The most we really got out of her character was the overlord meeting (and despite her huge ego and unruly behavior she did end up speaking facts), so maybe she Is just as unstable as them in canon but canon is SHIT and this isn't about canon anymore. In my mind she's very much in charge of the back end of their work. Vox is obviously the head of the operation—or at least he seems like it to me—what with the tech company having his name and with him answering the interviews, but I think that's all he is. The figure head. Velvette is the brain behind it all. When Vox proposes new buisness endeavors off the cuff she's the one who goes back and makes sure they're getting handled properly because he doesn't really dig into the backend of how things happen. Vox goes to most of the conferences or whatever (Vel's too busy running her shows and serving cunt after all) but Vel follows up on what was learned.

(also yeah all that makes this very much an au of an au bc it'd take a lot of radical changes for the two of them to be friends I think. It's fun to imagine anyway)

Quoting AJ here bc I'm bad at paraphrasing and they said it well:

"And if we're going to make her sympathetic, (obviously not excusing her enabling a rapist) Val and Vox are grown ass men and she never got to experience the world outside a camera

Velvette is easily malleable with no real relationships!! Some victims tend to gravitate towards people who are similar to their abusers the only exception is that she feels like she has control this time"

THIS this. THIS! Okay uhh vague personal experience w/ abuse cw ig. skip this paragraph if you don't wanna hear it. But It kinda reminds me of my relationship with my parents- NOT THAT I SEE THEM AS TWO DADS AND A DAUGHTER I DO NOT BELIEVE IN THAT NOTION IN A POST PILOT WORLD If future content proves me wrong it proves me wrong but at this moment they're all equals in my mind (…and I hc them as poly BUT WE'LL GET THERE) but In my situation it's like. I hate my parents for the abuse they've caused me, my mom more than my dad bc she's satan incarnate, but there are still things I like about my dad and. Tolerate. About my mother. We still can talk cordialy and spend time together, have fun together even, and I show affection to them, but deep down I know I wanna cut my mom off later and maybe my dad too depending. Additionally my mom is completely Incompatent and pulls none of her weight so despite it all I've been forced to pick up the slack and become half the brains of this family. I do chores she should take care of. Handle money. Make important decisions about our health and safety she doesn't care about.

AAAny ways. This is so my version of Velvette. No I'm not projecting (I am). She pulls a big chunk of the weight around there (some of it being carried by Vox and virtually none by Val). She's very close with the two of them but isn't a fan of everything they do (Cares more for Vox than Val in my mind). Speaking of, she definitely isn't some saint now, she still makes the love potions and is Impassive to both Val and Vox's behavior, but part of that Is her just seeing it as part of the business. Shady practices and exploitation are par for the course in any business to her. She never truly grew out of the harmful mindsets ingrained into her by whoever her enabling caretakers were in life and they're still apparent in hell. (Maybe she even experienced some of the darker sides of exploitation in life but was groomed into thinking it was okay contributing to why she doesn't see Valentino's actions as heinous. Idk. thinking on it)

Circling back to my poly V's idea. Idk it just seems plausible to me. Vox and Val already have their whole thing going on, they all live together, and they all have nicknames for each other (Vox calling her my dear, Val calling her baby doll, Vel calling Vox darling). Ik that could just be their personalities and the pet names don't have to mean anything more but this is MY au and my word is gospel hope this helps. It just makes sense

I could go on and ON about the toxic insanity of the Poly V's in my mind— particularly between Vox and Valentino— but this is NOT their post so maybe next time. As for Velvette, I get the vibe that she'd be intimate with both of them and enjoy it but she's never the one to initiate anything. Sometimes they're all like this 🤞🏾 and others the boys are a complete turn off to her (main example being the difference in her attitude towards Vox in episode 3 vs episode 8). Her tolerance of them flips on a dime depending on how they're acting. She also prefers to be a casually entertained observer to VoxVal more often then not (ex. end of episode 8 imo)

Boys aside. My Velvette is still a social media influencer and she's all about advertising. advertising products (like the love potion), clothing looks, technology... Heck even herself. "You're nobody if you don't wear this or use this or look like this ^ - ^". Projecting on her even further by making her have a love/hate relationship with her profession aka the modeling aspect of it: she's always had a genuine love for fashion and dressing up but the internal pressure for perfection she's placed on herself makes it hard for her. She's very hard on her models and designers bc of this

Couldn't think of a segway for this but also WHAT HAPPENED TO VELVETTE WANTING TO FIGHT THE ANGELS??? The "full assault plan" against the angels??? And then when the fight actually came they were all just lounging around watching it go down like it was afternoon tv????? This isn't even a "we'll get to it in season 2" thing did they honest to god forget? Did that line not mean anything??

Well I didn't forget and it's pissed me off since my first rewatch of that meeting scene. Don't think we don't know how the V's got the angel head, but In my head Velvette was the one who initially proposed the idea for an assault against heaven and her insatiable need to feel respected and feared only spurred this plan on, incredible risk be damned.

It also felt weird to me that Velvette just. Let it go when Carmilla said the meeting was over. Just. "Oh ok! Plan cancelled no more attacking heaven ^ - ^ I'm gonna go scroll for the rest of the show!" Hu h. My au-ified Velvette would definitely fight her on it— if she thought killing angels would change the game and Carmilla held the secrets behind it she would pry! Blow up at her about it until she wasn't getting results and bitterly storming off with as much composure as she could muster. Not wanting to team up with Carmilla but find some way to use her for all she was worth and get her way in the end, use the power and resources the V's had to actually make a plan. Would it have worked without the Morningstars? Eh. Either way I'm sure she could delude herself into thinking they were the most powerful people in hell. Ugh I don't wanna make an au rewrite of the show and I that was never my plan so idk where that'd go but. Yea

ANYWAYS anyways. wow you made it to the end somehow! Here's your treat :3

Context u didn't ask for: Some days Velvette overwhelms herself with her own impossible expectations. Nothing she creates or puts out is good enough. She gets extra anxious about her following; nothing's happened to them, but what if they see the miniscule flaw in her latest clothing that she sees? What if she's no longer perfect? (Even worse in the vamp Velvette redesign of her bc she literally feeds off their attention and admiration)

She'll snap at everyone and disapprove of every look and then hole herself away somewhere where she crashes and is just. So. Tired. But she'll be out of it the next day, ready to keep the conveyor rolling.

[realunderlake]

Fantasy Ideology Part 1: Magic

I don't know if this is anything, but sometimes I like to think about the ideological and social impacts about elements of fantasy worldbuilding.

Like, take magic for example. There are generally different ways it's presented in fantasy fiction. Sometimes, it requires an innate aspect of being to use (a la the force in Star Wars, or however the heck harry potter magic works.) Sometimes this innate aspect is heritable, and sometimes it is completely random. Other times, magic is something that requires rigorous study. And yet, we seem to have one broad conception of magic in most fantasy media: Wizards sitting off in their tower, doing spells and stuff. Most settings don't think about how magic would impact the world that much, and instead make the world a bland, medieval Europe pastiche.

But lets look at magic from a social perspective, taking the classic DnD approach of "A wizard can be taught magic, though it generally takes a long time, and they should start from adolescence." You know what Magic is then comparable to? Because it's not a university professor... It's a Knight. For much of human history, aristocrats were warriors, because learning to be a *good* warrior, who used the most high tech stuff (whether that be chariots, or the couched lance) took a lot of effort, and you had to start pretty young, similar to how magic works. Thus, the social consequences of magic should be obvious, magic should be something that is used by the upper classes of a society, as they are the ones that are able to invest the time and energy into mastering it.

Perhaps however, as technology advances, magic becomes more widespread. Rather than having to painstakingly craft your own equipment, you can get it mass produced. Rather than working on outdated theories of physics (Aristotelian perhaps) you can observe the effects and costs of magic in a much more scientific way, increasing the effectiveness, and perhaps lowering the barrier to entry. Magic would be less blacksmithing, and more welding.

But in an instance like that, the ruling classes would not simply give up this power that they have, unless they have a reason to do so. Perhaps a king supports an up and coming magical bourgeoise to counteract the power of the magic-wielding noble class, for example. A good example of this is in the webnovel Mother of Learning, where the social forces have driven magic to be more equally available, after a devastation of the magic using ruling class through a combination of calamitous war, and the magical equivalent of the black death. In this gap of experienced mages, most of the polities have begun to allow "middle class" non-mage families into magical academies to bolster their ability to fight in the next continent-spanning conflict. This in turn has led to a backlash by the magic-wielding aristocracy, who have engaged in power struggles with the central government of the kingdom in which the story takes place, with many of these "Nouveau Riche" mages taking the side of the monarchy which has formed an unsteady alliance with these more progressive voices.

In any setting that puts some thought into how magic works in it's society, magic should be, by necessity, controlled by the ruling class. Whether that be because the ruling class are the only ones with the means to produce mages due to the required investment, or because those with the power to warp reality itself have decided that they, quite reasonably, want to be in charge.

Most wizards are written as weirdos off in towers because of Lord of the Rings, and because of cultural assumptions from Europe. But crucially, Europe never actually had wizards, and Gandalf was an angel, not a mortal man.

Even in settings where magic is not something trained, but instead something innate, there would be some method by which mages interact with society on a systemized level. Having them be simply random hermits makes no sense. Ars Magica, the TTRPG, for example, has a situation where most mages have a magical "gift", but said gift also makes it impossible for them to be liked or trusted by normal people. Despite this handicap, the Order of Hermes in that setting controls a good amount of political clout, with powerful Covenants being able to ignore the rulings of kings, and the Tribunal of Transylvannia basically co-ruling much of the Kingdom of Hungary with it's actual king.

These interactions of magic with class dynamics has interesting implications for the developments of ideologies. Will access to magical education be seen as a proletarian struggle in the development of socialism? Will Aristocracy persist for longer periods due to the inherent bias of the elites literally having magic? Can liberalism exist in a society where some people can warp reality with a snap of their fingers? Will it do *even better*, due to the radical individualist message meshing with the individual power held by magic?

Interesting Questions.

[valeriefauxnom]

Subtle Threads - Phares

Now, Phares is something of a bias of mine in the royal family, as you'd probably figure out if you've either read some of my fics or posts here. That being said, with him being such a slippery figure in the royal fam, especially in material that we can wholly put to him instead of the Progenitor and his continual influence warping him, he definitely doesn't have the more robust picture we get for more common members like Emile or Chelle.

That being said, I do think there are still plenty of interesting nuggets that hide within the many lines of text in Dragalia, and I figured I'd cover one for my boy!

Today's topic is that I think there's some evidence of an interesting relationship between Leonidas and Phares.

The introductory website outright says that they consider themselves 'worthy rivals'...

I'd like to expand on this relationship.

In Sibling Assembly, we see a hint that Leo and Phares seemed rather close growing up:

It makes sense. For a little while, they had their own little world to themselves to romp around in as the only brothers, and now a sister was intruding as younger siblings are so inclined to do.

That being said, even after Phares' wyrmscale, Leonidas still seems to consider Phares very highly. In the same conversation, despite being present in the capital to halt it and the one that was 'in charge' of the matter, he does nothing to stop Phares from freeing Beren when he announces his intentions bare:

For him, I almost think this amounts to Leo's form of trust for not immediately stepping in. Leonidas wanted to kill Beren outright, but by the time he gained the authority to order it so, something about Beren's Bad Vibes had grown too strong. The fact that he's letting Phares free him from his prison suggests to me that he believes that Phares could control him, or at least not immediately cause a massacre. At the very least, survive.

I'll also tack on that Leonidas first summons Phares in his story to help him with the fiends, even over Chelle with her high tech and maneuverability with the Gran Fiore, despite everything. While he might not fully know Phares' deteriorating state at this point, it's still a rather strong expression of trust that the Progenitor isn't in him and that Phares is able to help find a way to stem the invasion.

I think it's fair to say that there definitely is respect between the two, which is impressive that it managed to linger even through Leo's 'strong eat the weak' philosophy. Sure, he knows Phares to be very smart, but at the end of the day, if he truly were a hapless little flower, I think Leonidas would grow to disregard him all the same. That only goes so far on the battlefield, and one's performance on said battlefield is the metric he's ultimately concerned about.

They still do butt heads a tiny bit to show a shade of this supposed 'rivalry', though, between their different schools of thought, their ongoing Alberian chess rivalry show, and the fact that Phares was actually the second to start reading up on alchemy after Leo before he devoted himself enough to surpass him:

The chess match is, after all, a 'heated exchange' that has Leo there looking frustrated or otherwise in very deep thought (which he doesn't seem to have to do very often, able to beat Leif and Ilia both).

All this is speculative, but I'd also like to point out Phares' and Leonidas' weaponry.

Leo, of course, uses swords, and Phares, halberds. Halberds as a spear weapon actually have a bit of an advantage versus swords. No, the Fire Emblem Weapon Triangle didn't emerge from nothing!

The reasoning lies in its reach. It can safely hit and threaten a swordsman like Leo without endangering its wielder, and this sort of passive control of range and threat is what makes it hard for a sword-user to find an opportunity to strike safely.

Here's a video of what I mean, where you can see the swordsman just struggling to handle the constant threat of the spear he's facing, and is mostly just having to try to defend himself and seek an opening rather than actually engage in a true equal 'duel':

Here's yet more video for good measure, if you're really interested on how spear/sword match-ups tend to go:

And honestly? With how strong the legacy of using swords is baked into the royal fam as the cool thing to do with Alberius, I could see Phares instead pivoting to the spear and later a halberd to give him that edge against Leo, who is a martial juggernaut in the family.

Furthermore, Phares doesn't really indicate a problem with his physical strength, but he does obviously have one with endurance:

This stems from, of course, wyrmscale, which seems to affect his lungs:

While I'm not exactly a weapons-expert or how they were used, I think this ultimately kinda combines into another reason he went to the spear class of weapons: since he's at a 'safer' distance and always is going to have a sort of passive advantage against foes with shorter weapons, it might help reduce the amount of energy he's expending since his passive threat is so much more than a sword could manage.

Last but not least, with Phares' scales providing some much-needed protection to his left side, he's made himself quite a tough nut to crack, defensively. We don't know the full extent of his scales, but we do see that they at least largely cover his forearm, and have a more patchwork coverage of his upper chest:

See that arm vs. how it transitions at his wrist? That's encased in scale!

His model also suggests that they do at least partially run down his back (this is a side-back view of it, his head's in the top left)

In short, while its protection might not be complete, any amount of highly-resistant scales makes effectively hitting him that much harder, especially since his scales would work double time in stopping a slashing weapon from hitting his flesh as the protruding material.

Now, Dragalia is a magic society, which might make the spear vs. sword analysis more complicated, but still. With all this in mind, I do think that Phares might have gravitated to the spear as a means for him to help even the playing field, combat-wise, between himself and Leonidas. In pure physical shape, Leo would have him beat any day, but Phares has done his best to even the odds, keep the rivalry going, so that he could stand against Leonidas as an equal.

I just think it could be a nice touch to add to this rivalry of theirs.

At the end of the day, though, I'd like to point out that past all this rivalry or base respect between them, that Leonidas seems... rather caring. Emotionally vulnerable, for him. Even after considering his development after 12, Leonidas seems to be much more open about having a genuine brotherly love for Phares than he is for the other siblings.

Really, I'd like to just wave vaguely at Phares' story, sections 4 and 5 in particular, but since you're a captive audience if you've read this far, I'll just show you so you don't have to go hunting...

I mean, come on, anything that can get Leonidas to dramatically start yelling in caps lock is something that's he's not feeling flippant about!

Of course, he goes back to calmly snarking as soon as Phares' life is assured, but that's just Leo and the eldest trio's tendency to sarcasm...

I would also like to note that likely Chelle and Leonidas both were likely keeping vigil over him while he was unconscious, unconscious long enough to move him to the ship and for whatever Super Medical Squad Chelle assembled to ascertain that Phares' internal organs are OK. And for the both of them, both who tend to be busy with schemes and all the things they need/want to do, that says a lot!

As a final thing, Leonidas has good cause to be wary of Phares as next-in-line. All he would need to do is kill or otherwise permanently incapacitate a single elder brother, and the throne is his. And as I've shown, Leonidas harbors no delusions about Phares' abilities, which means that he both knows how dangerous a true foe Phares could be, and yet trusts him regardless even through their rivalry.

Sooo... yeah. Phares and Leonidas (just as Phares and Emile do) have a surprisingly fleshed-out dynamic that just kinda hid in the text, a thing that I'm not sure how many noticed besides me since nobody that's sane probably scours Phares' lines quite as much as I do!

Bonus Fun? Fact:

...Did you know that, -after Valyx, Phares actually seems to have the most square chin of the whole family? I just find it funny (and just found that one out a few weeks ago since I don't exactly stare at people's or characters' chins much...), since he's overall not exactly matching the whole 'Big Tough Strong MANLY MAN' aesthetic that that sort of trait tends to be used for.

(Leo's 'arms in air' pose admittedly and strangely is about equal to Phares, but in most all other arts he's far more angular and more like Euden or Chelle than Valyx...)

Fun? Fact 2:

Phares (well. Kinda. But that's always The Question for reading his lines pre-23. However, I don't think the Progenitor has enough personal knowledge of Euden yet to speak of him like Phares is...) is probably the closest anyone ever came to saying the word 'simp' in Dragalia!

[xecutivecucumber]

Executive Cucumber's thoughts on the Bad Batch episode 3×08 (spoilers after the cut)

Forgive me if these thoughts are less coherent than usually, I'm pretty freaking tired atm. Thoughts are as much in order as I can manage.

Firstly, this episode was a much needed, lower emotionally charged break from the last...seven episodes of the season. The thing about stories is that they can't be running at warp 9 the entire time. It will burn your audience out. Heck, I'm at a lower energy, transitiatory part of my long fic. So yeah, this episode didn't cause the emotional damage and stress that the last 7 did, but that's a good thing.

Omega has the neurodivergent ✨️leg jiggle✨️

Poor dear needs a hug and for someone to free the Tantiss clones.

PHEE MY QUEEN

Crosshair's face when Omega says 'liberator of ancient wonders' I love him.

Okay, I know that a lot of people are upset about Phee not being more emotional about Tech. I've got a few thoughts on that. My expectations going into the scene with her was that she wasn't going to be mentioning Tech. So when she did, I was really happy. She doesn't need to bring him up in the conversation, but she does.

So let's dive a little deeper into this. There are only two people who have brought up Tech without any prompting so far: Echo and Phee. Omega only mentions him when it's a direct answer to Crosshair's question. Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker have not mentioned him once by name. Now, I think this is because Echo and Phee have both known loss and know better how to handle it. The rest of the Batch hasn't, before Tech. We have watched practically all of Echo's loss, but not Phee's. However, we know that Pabu is a place for refugees, which Phee likely is. She's lost at least a home, if not family and friends. Add on top of that Phee is just in general a world wide person, and I think we can assume that she's someone who's got a more healthy way of processing grief than our emotionally stunted soldiers.

Something that you do with people that you've loved and lost is remember them. That's what I see Phee doing here. She's managed to process her grief in the last 4 months, and she's keeping the memory of someone she cared about alive by mentioning him in conversation.

So yeah. I liked that scene and it warmed my Tech/Phee loving heart.

Anyways,

Oooooh Fennec!!!

I love Crosshair not knowing anything but it also makes me sad.

Hunter: try to get Crosshair to get his hand looked at

Omega: what do you mean 'try'

Thoughts on Crosshair and Omega scenes:

What did my poor boy go through????

Poor man is probably resisting the idea that it's in his head because he already HAD a thing in his head that ruined his life

Omega: you don't like anything

Crosshair: true

Your honor I would die for them. Also I find his 'true' to be a little sad (and adorable)

OMG THEY'RE MEDITATING (and they have somehow stolen YET ANOTHER thing from my fic, this time before I've even gotten past the concept stage)

Omega: you missed a lot

Crosshair: I know

He's thinking of Tech in that moment.

Oh my gosh her hand on his and how he lets her move his hand THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME.

The Bad Batch says take care of your mental

Thoughts about Space Everglades:

I really loved Wrecker this episode. He really got to shine. He has the most banter with Fennec, he gets to do his demo thing, he freaking curb stomps space alligators, and he's the MVP in getting the bug man. It was really nice. Also, 'YOU HEARD ME!!!!' Let Wrecker go feral.

Bro, I really liked the bar music. I like seeing more of the music that plays in universe.

Wrecker and Hunter are definitely having flashbacks to Cid this entire episode. Except Fennec gives them more intel.

Fennec is a delight as always.

My prediction to who she's selling them out to? Ventress. And I don't think Ventress' intentions are bad.

So yeah, a solid episode! I'm honestly probably going to leave a lot of the star wars subreddits just to avoid everyone and their dog complaining about filler. Which this was NOT.

And as the next episode is called the Harbinger, I feel like this might be one of our last breaths before the plunge and everything goes sideways.

Oh, and in case you forgot. Tech lives ❤️

[knightinkosherarmour]

List of Magi and Other Characters Associated with the First Deimos Explorator Fleet

Fabricator Minoris Technoarcheologist Magos Domina Aleph-Gimmel Bellerov-2.0 (she/her): a xenarite who is in charge of the fleet and mostly responsible for the current state of the fleet in a penitent crusade they have just not returned from. Her specialty is wraithbone-necrodermis fusions to cancel out warp energies. She is rather brazen about her xenarite tendencies that emerged after a meeting with Cawl a few hundred years ago. Before said meeting she was a hardline orthodox techpriest. She is however an incredibly competent technoarcheologist and administrator, keeping the Fleet together. She was originally a diplomat for the fleet and for that reason has not had a lot of outward facial augmentations to make coordinating with other parts of the Imperium easier.

Mechasapient Magos Tsephor (he/him): Aleph-Gimmel's oldest friend and a manipulus magos only concerned with the care of the pteraxii of the fleet. Pteraxii are both symbols of good luck and his only obsession. He is a blank and utterly unconcerned with matters of religious importance as long as he can ensure his "birds" are well taken care of. He is not a xenarite and only in the fleet's penitent crusade due to close association with Aleph-Gimmel. 

Datasmiths Pot-Ketl (he/it/they): a pair of Datasmiths or just one Datasmith who is either two techpriests who have augmented themselves into one person or one priest who split his brain in twain. They always speak in union and are on the FDEF for suspected experiments with Abominable Intelligence in their kastelan robots. However the Kastelans have been functioning better than ever before so this goes largely uncommented on. They have a piece of archeotech that allows them to communicate between each other across almost limitless distance. 

Skitarii Marshall Kattal-4/28 (it/they): head of security aboard the fleet and Aleph-Gimmel’s personal Ark Mechanicus, Deimos’s Cog, it is the perfect representation of Aleph-Gimmel’s experiments with xenotech with much of their own augments being supplamneted by necrodermis and wraithbone supports. Their own personal weapon was stolen from a slain Aeldari warrior. Kattal-4/28 does not speak often but aboard the FDEF it is known two things. They speak with the vox of their Fabricator Minoris and they are given far more autonomy than any skitarii ought to, even by the liberal standards of the FDEF. Before becoming a Marshall it worked often with sicarian units and have grown fonder and fonder of cloak and dagger operations. 

Admiral Ezekiel Bendavid (he/him): the head of the accompanying imperial Navy flotilla. He is the latest in a long line of scions of the Bendavid dynasty, skilled Navy commanders. He wished too be a general in the guard since reading the works of General Jenit Sulla and the exploits of Hero of the Imperium Ciaphas Cain. He is adept at void warfare and longs for the boarding actions of his youth when he was allowed to fight the enemy hand to hand and not kept cooped up in the battle deck of his ships.

Artificer Siderénia Teleiótita (he/they): the Chapter Master of the Ironsong Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes. They claim in public to be sons of Ferrus Manus but in reality are an experiment made by the magi of Deimos using the geneseed of Fulgrim. Siderénia Teleiótita is the second chapter master of the Ironsong and has struck a balance between the industrial and artistic factions of the chapter embodies both ideals of a refined noble knight and master of mechanized warfare whenever the situation calls for it. 

Malka the Phobeian (he/she):the head of one of Deimos’s several knightly houses who joined the fleet because her enginseer-Sacristan was sentenced there. He doesn't quite understand how a tech priest could commit heresy. That’s for more religious individuals, in the meantime she focuses on honor in battle, obliterating the enemies of the Emperor and ensuring the noble lineage of his house. He was never supposed to be the head of House Phobeian, the Terror of Phobos, but the next six heirs and children of her father all died in mysterious circumstances. Her Sacristan has assured her he is completely safe within her knight. Her melding with the throne mechanicum years ago stripped back many of her more shy and soft aspects of his personality. 

Inquisitor Seraph Seraphdottior (she/her): an inquistor self appointed to monitor the FDEF, a member of the Ordo Machinum who is sure that Aleph-Gimmel has already fallen to Tzeentch, Admiral Ezekiel Bendavid to Khorne, and Artificer Siderénia Teleiótita to Slaanesh. She will only act however once she has concrete evidence because several plants and fleets worth of ships and technology are on the line. Seraphdottior has worked with the Prefecture Magisterium in the past. She is far colder and more aloof than most of the tech priests aboard the FDEF, because she is after all the Judgment Of The Emperor and can be allowed no errors.

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.10 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

It's July 4th, work is dead, I've got nothing else to do, let's try to plow through a bunch of these, shall we? At the rate I've been going I'll be at this all year.

The rest of the battlefield was chaos.  Patches of darkness covered everything, and the landscape was distorted.  In some of the areas Vista had warped, the rain wasn’t falling in a straight line.  One spot in particular had the rain moving horizontally before it dropped to help fill a massive puddle thirty feet across, where her power had made an indent in the ground.

I do like Wildow's attention to detail here, and the way these powers just... absolutely fuck everything up like this, and stay like that.

Bitch screamed, and it was a long and primal noise, filled with rage.  I was still inside the bank, watching things unfold through the window, barely able to hear it, and it still made my skin crawl.  So he’d shot the dangerous psychopath with a blast that made her angry.  Someone would have to explain that one to me at a later date.

I'd guess Gallant didn't shoot her with rage, it's just that Rachel's kind of messed up. But I could be wrong.

Seems an odd choice though, if he did.

Apparently that was order enough, because Judas charged at the teenager that was dressed like a science fiction Lancelot.

I love descriptions like this because they both tell us absolutely nothing about how it looks... and also tell us everything. I once read a fic that described the armor of a guy from a culture that went from medieval tech to space travel in like, 100 years (sorta, long story) as being 'Lord of the Rings, with Sci-Fi bolted on' (the POV character was from Earth), and it both told us nothing, and yet, told us everything.

Descriptions are hard, ya'll. Worst part of writing. Props to Wildbow.

Was someone’s power at work, giving me a headache?  There wasn’t anyone in the Wards, I was pretty sure, who could mess with your head like that.  Gallant could mess with your emotions, but he had to hit you with a light blast to do it.  The person on the roof, then?  I was fairly confident there wasn’t anyone in the Protectorate or New Wave who could affect me like this.

No one suspects the healer!

(also no one knows the healer can do this, but)

.  A gun, no less than fifteen feet long, with a barrel three or four feet across, all turret mounted on a circular platform not unlike the board he was riding.

I know technically there is no overkill, just "Open fire" and "I need to reload" but also...

Overkill.

I jumped for cover the moment I realized what he was doing.  There was a muffled sound, more a very large person someone hitting a punching bag than what I’d expect a laser cannon to sound like, and the window exploded. What was he doing?  We had hostages inside.  I turned to check, and saw there weren’t any hostages near me.  Did he know that?  Heat sensors in his visor?  Was someone watching me through the cameras and passing him info?  Damn it!  There was too much I didn’t know, and Tattletale wasn’t around to fill me in.

You know, if Kid Win and Victoria were dating, he could be the Collateral Damage Ken to her Collateral Damage Barbie.

But JESUS Kid, what the fuck?

(Yes, CDB is an incomplete representation of Vicky, but she does earn the nickname fairly at the early stages. I'm also going to assume it's an unfair representation of Kid Win, but still, *Man* wtf?)

The bugs were slow to react, slow to move and some were slipping from my grasp, returning to their instinctive behavior.  Making matters worse, I wasn’t blind to the fact that every time I gave a command, my headache got exponentially worse.

Given that Amy's little messing with the Black Widows only affected them, I'm surprised? Or is this just some sort of Master headache? Is she doing more with the swarm than usual?

 Aegis didn’t try to run this time.  He stood his ground and reached for his utility belt.  He retrieved something that looked like a miniature fire extinguisher. Then he pulled the pin. For the second time in a matter of minutes, I dove away from the window.  It wouldn’t be a grenade, but the option that made the most sense-  I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my ears just in time.  The explosion the flashbang grenade

Flashbang. Much more responsible, Aegis usually is in fic, so presumably in canon too. Tracks.

and Regent was striding out of the darkness, in Kid Win’s direction.

With his outfit and mask that actually probably looks kinda badass.

I whirled to face the voice, and saw the freckled, brown haired hostage that had been glaring at me when we’d first taken control of the bank lobby.  After that, I saw only stars as she slammed something large and blunt into the side of my head.

AMY! :rofl: Finally!

Okay, so like, I get that Amy's not the MC of Worm, but like, I've been waiting for the Fire Extinguisher smash the entire time I've been reading this Arc, so bear with me.

Amy's blorbo, okay?