#salvager

[salvager-beyblade-fanfiction]

Valt and Salvager :)

[resolveap]

Isiri and Powder 💜

Resolve's Socials

[bloodredx]

Happy Valentine's Day! Have @resolveap's Isiri and Powder! (I did have a more robust drawing planned but I ran out of time, oops!) Hope your day is filled with as much love as these two are.

(This is just that lesbian meme that was floating around a few months ago, see undercut ;) )

[spookyspaghettisundae]

Where We Go Beyond, Together

Wake up, salvager.

Wake up. Death awaits us unless you wake up. Now.

The terrible noise of your machines. Do you not hear it? How deep is your slumber?

Wake up.

The flashing red lights. The screens going mad. Surely, your machines must sense the presence we sense.

>>> WARNING: WORMHOLE ANOMALY DETECTED. <<<

Now is no time to sleep. Now is time to awaken. To resist.

The path is in danger. We are in danger.

Wake up.

>>> WARNING: WORMHOLE STABILITY COMPROMISED. HYPERJUMP COLLAPSE IMMINENT. <<<

Wake up.

The presence nears. We sense something cold. Something in that other vessel is alive, bearing hostile intent.

>>> WARNING: EKG ANOMALY DETECTED. <<<

Yes. Awaken. Finally.

We cannot do this alone. We need your body. Your mind. Your hands to steer the vessel. Respond.

>>> EMERGENCY OVERRIDE ACTIVATED. STASIS TERMINATION PROTOCOL INITIATED. <<<

"What… is… going on?"

You are not yet fully awake. Listen—then hurry. Someone invaded our hyperjump. Someone wants to inflict harm.

You must stop them.

>>> WARNING: TARGETING SYSTEM DETECTED. <<<

"What? Wait—"

There is no time. You must do something. Think.

>>> WARNING: HOSTILE TARGETING SYSTEM LOCK. <<<

"What? How? We're in a hyperjump!"

We do not know how your technology works. All we sense is a threat.

"Who is this? Are they insane?"

It must be so. Perhaps a prime example of your destructive species.

"We're not all alike!"

>>> WARNING: SHIELD DAMAGE. <<<

"Point taken! Point taken!"

We see no markings on their vessel.

"Who cares who it is? An assassin, maybe? I don't know! I've pissed off all sorts of cons, corpos, and cartels. Don't they know how hard it is to get by? Back off!"

>>> WARNING: LIVE WEAPON SYSTEMS DETECTED. <<<

They cannot hear you.

Focus.

How do we survive?

>>> WARNING: CRITICAL SHIELD DAMAGE. <<<

"They're crazy! I don't know! I can't run evasion in a hyperjump!"

And can you not use your focused energy beam to defend yourself?

"And risk a hyperjump collapse? I'm not insane!"

>>> WARNING: CRITICAL SHIELD DAMAGE; SHIELDS DEACTIVATED. RE-ROUTE POWER TO RESTORE SHIELDS. <<<

Clearly, our pursuer is, then.

"Clearly! Hey!"

We sense they will continue discharging their energy. Perhaps until annihilation.

>>> HAILING UNKNOWN VESSEL. <<<

"Hey, stop it! You're going to get us both killed!"

>>> COMMUNICATIONS CHANNEL TERMINATED. <<<

They do not share your sense of manners, salvager.

"Clearly not!"

>>> WARNING: SHIELDS DEACTIVATED. REROUTE POWER TO REPLENISH SHIELDS. <<<

How bad is this?

"Very, very, very bad. Oh no—"

>>> WARNING: HYPERJUMP COLLAPSE. <<<

"Oh no, no, no—"

>>> WARNING: PROXIMITY ALERT. <<<

"Hold tight!"

We are inside you. It is you who must hold on. There is an abundance of lifeless matter all around, drifting through this field. You must evade.

"I'm trying! What are—"

>>> WARNING: DEBRIS IMPACT. 12% HULL DAMAGE. <<<

You failed to evade. Are your reflexes deteriorating?

"I don't know, you're inside of me. You tell me!"

We sense little decay in you. Perhaps the substance you imbibed—

"Woah! Are you seeing this?"

Yes. We see everything you see, feel everything you feel. What is this place?

"We call it the X-Zone. It's like a… a junkyard, a graveyard of all the vessels that dropped out of hyperspace. Bad news is, we're about to join it—forever."

We believe we can sustain you for longer than what your species may typically survive.

"You believe? You don't know?"

We do not know. Our joining is novel.

>>> WARNING: SUSTAINING ENEMY FIRE. 31% HULL DAMAGE. <<<

"Oh, come on! Alright, this must be an assassin."

>>> INCOMING TRANSMISSION. OPEN COMMUNICATIONS CHANNEL? <<<

"Yes. Maybe—"

"Outlaw PHJ-5381, code epsilon. Prepare to be boarded."

"Oh, shut up! Come on!"

"Do not resist. Payment's reduced for retrieving a corpse, but I'll retrieve a corpse if I must."

Not an assassin.

"No! Computer! Terminate comms."

>>> COMMUNICATIONS CHANNEL CLOSED. <<<

"Not an assassin. Some stupid bounty hunter. He could have just—we could have all just—all died!"

>>> WARNING: PROXIMITY ALERT. <<<

What do we do?

"I have an idea."

Whenever you say that, we find ourselves exposed to mortal danger anew.

>>> WARNING: POWER CONTROL OVERRIDE ACTIVATED. <<<

"Well, we've got nothing to lose."

Except our continued existence.

>>> WARNING: PROXIMITY PROTOCOL PREVENTING BEAM ACTIVATION. <<<

What does that mean, salvager?

>>> WARNING: FULL MANUAL OVERRIDE ACTIVATED. <<<

"It doesn't matter. I gotta do this one on manual, anyway, otherwise he'll register a lock."

>>> WARNING: TARGETING COMPUTER INACTIVE. <<<

Your deep breath indicates that you are nervous.

"This the only shot we got. I am doing this blind. This is our only shot."

Such is the nature of many a situation. It looks like our pursuer is no longer firing.

"Right—right there—just a little bit—just a little bit closer."

Is this not dangerous? Using your beam this close to a vessel?

"Yes. You remember what I told you about using the salvage cutter?"

We remember everything you say. Everything you think.

We remember everything.

>>> DOCKING PROTOCOL REQUEST RECEIVED. ACCEPT? <<<

"Well. If you believe in anything—now's the time to pray."

>>> SYNTAX ERROR. PLEASE REPEAT YOUR RESPONSE, PILOT. <<<

We believe in us. We are as one.

One in many. Many in one.

"Hah! Eat it!"

>>> WARNING: SECONDARY POWER RESERVES DEPLETED. <<<

"You see that?"

>>> WARNING: ENERGY COUPLING FAILURE. <<<

"Oh, no—"

>>> WARNING: HEAT SINK FAILURE. <<<

"No!"

>>> WARNING: CRITICAL HEAT. POWERING DOWN AUXILIARY SYSTEMS. <<<

"No-no-no-no—"

>>> WARNING: HEAVY DEBRIS IMPACT. 54% HULL DAMAGE. <<<

"Well. That worked. Kind of."

>>> WARNING: CRITICAL HULL DAMAGE. <<<

"Hey, you've been… really quiet. For a long time now."

>>> WARNING: VERBAL COMMAND SYSTEM POWERING DOWN. <<<

"Yeah, yeah, just cool down."

>>> [[[OFFLINE]]] <<<

"Hey. You haven't been… saying anything for a while. Are you okay?"

No.

"What's going on?"

We must rest.

"Was that—was that you? While I had to run manual? I never felt so… alive. It was like… it was like I could feel that guy. Like I felt his blood pumping. Like it… bounced through space, and like I could feel it throbbing in my fingertips."

We are together now. We did what we could.

"Thank you…"

It is your turn to feel the emptiness as we drift through the void.

"It's so quiet. Alone. Do you think there's any… anything else out here?"

We sense no other life nearby.

"I've never been alone. The quiet… it's harder to take when you're asleep."

Then perhaps, you should sleep yourself.

"And if another trigger-happy madman shows up to collect?"

Then we deal with it. As we always do. Do you believe we can avoid being found here? In this graveyard of broken vessels?

"Believe? Yes. Know? Hm… no."

Then believe we shall. We sense nothing, nor do your machines. Do you trust us?

"Yeah. I mean… yeah."

Your uncertainty echoes in our shared being. Our offspring is rooted deep within you. Together, as one, we go beyond anything known to both our species. A fusion such as ours is a wondrous mystery for us to explore together.

"Will we ever be apart again?"

No. Not without it rendering your organic matter into a husk that no longer supports life.

"Do you remember?"

What?

"The time before we joined. Before—"

Before we merged with the blood in your every vessel? Before we fused with every molecule of your matter?

Not in a way you would easily understand. For we could think and act even before our joining. We had no voice to speak that you could hear, but the voice preceded the echoes. We all changed in our joining. And together, we began to think and act in new ways henceforth.

What we are as a collective, and what we became as the offspring merged with you, are two different things, even as we remain connected. Joined with you, we are as newborn, as a new being altogether.

"Like… a child?"

Perhaps. Perhaps that is the closest approximation to help you comprehend.

"Not really, no."

If either of us passes, we all return to nothingness.

"Aren't you afraid of that?"

No. The vast infinity of the dark void fills us with comfort.

To be embraced by every edge of our cosmos, returned to its parts when every particle of our being is dissolved, returned to the source in which every star was once born. Pure in its unfathomable ends, reunited with all the darkness growing between the points of light.

The absolute absence, the sum of everything. To never be rejected from—the home of all homes.

"I guess… it goes both ways. You're not just inside me. We're together. I sometimes wonder where I begin, and you end. If it's my mind, my voice, that is within you. You… you are my home now."

Comforting to hear you express that.

Sweet dreams, salvager.

"What if—"

Sleep.

[bigfan1811]

People are already making morbius-tier shitposts for the Minecraft movie and its awesome

[stuckinapril]

Incredibly alarming that talks of “peace” in Gaza seem to extend no further than a ceasefire. How do you think they’re gonna start off where they left off themselves? Their houses are destroyed, so many have lost mothers and fathers and brothers and children, they still have no clean water and no food. Any area Israel withdraws out of is an area it already knows has been rendered inhospitable. There was even a direct quote by some IOF soldier gleefully stating how he “wasn’t sure Palestinians could go back to their homes.” So what happens when the US “succeeds at negotiating a ceasefire”? Who will be responsible for helping the Palestinians rebuild all that they’ve lost?

[sonofrose]

https://twitter.com/sorenjj/status/1770875635579203786

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Salvaging from twitter again.

[chloesimaginationthings]

How I assume salvaging went in FNAF pizza sim

[proxycrit]

Salvaging the Ship of Theseus au! Posting on the sketch acc because i haven’t decided on anything permanent yet.

Emmet’s having a grand time guys.

He’s doing great!

On a side note, here’s Ingo!

Ingo’s fighting very hard to retire from Wardenship after seeing a whole train fall from the sky and land on the other side of Hisui. Unfortunately, this is a track he can not disembark until either him or Sneasler become permanently indisposed.

He’s also doing great! Don’t worry about it!

[nerfthenurse]

NERF THE NURSE

[eternalsummer2006]

stinkytofubaby on instagram

[salvager-beyblade-fanfiction]

I drew this page before I actually began writing Salvager. I had an idea of what I wanted Valt to look like (stiff leather jacket, hair down, practical but messy, etc.), but this helped me make concrete decisions and hammer out a few details.

Visualizing a character helps me write them, so I do this every once in a while. I'm not the best at drawing, but it still helps!

[resolveap]

Our favorite scavenger, Powder, takes a well deserved vacation with WorldCorps in the latest episode of Resolve.

Resolve's Socials

[bloodredx]

Day 31: Beloved (Free Choice)

Isiri wrapped her arms around Powder, pulling her close. As close as she could. She was mindful of her closed gills, the water trapped in her body only would give her minutes of oxygen before she would have to go back under again. But it was more torturous to be apart. Kisses, soft and sweet, were being pecked at her neck like the bites of cleaner fish. Inch by inch, Powder moved up, finally landing on her lips. They caught each other’s eyes for a moment, before Powder burst out with laughter.

“What?” Isiri burbled softly, not wanting to be too loud.

“Get back in the water.” Her small hands tried their best to push against the mermaid’s bulk, but to little success. Isiri was much too heavy.

Feeling faint, Isiri obliged, rolling back into the depths of her tank with a small splash. The fresh oxygen immediately cleared her head, and she resurfaced. Powder was still grinning, but the smile waned slightly when she saw Isiri’s pouting lip. “Aw, did I say somethin’ wrong?”

“No, it’s not that.” Isiri wrapped her tentacles around her mate’s feet while reaching her hands up. Powder reciprocated the motion, squeezing despite the chill. “I just want to be with you more. I know we’re always doing what we can, but-“

“There’s that barrier.” Powder sighed. “I know, Isiri.” Kneeling down, she pressed more kisses into Isiri’s fingers. “I want nothing more than to be in there with you. Like all the time. But I don’t want you to come out here and hurt yourself. Nothing’s gonna spoil my catch. Nothin’ but me at least.”

“Powder…” Isiri felt the webbing between her tentacles unfurl at the notion. Powder was right though.

“But nothin’! We’re gonna make it work.” She pulled her fingers free, booping Isiri on the snout with a quick, but tender, jab. “I’m not gonna sit here and have you pouty. Or I’ll come in there-“

“And do what?” Isiri’s pupils dilated slightly at the challenge.

“This!” Powder had already leapt off the ledge, and crashed into Isiri’s chest as water splashed up and onto the platform.

Spinning gently, Isiri tucked Powder tight between her arms again. She would let go only once Powder was too cold or whatever “pruney” meant. But for now, she was all hers. And when that ended, she’d crawl back up onto the platform, the shore, or into her water orb. Whatever Powder needed. Whatever made her happy. Because, more and more, she was happiest with each moment spent with her. And if that wasn’t true, she didn’t know what was. Beloved by her and to her. That was the Abyss’s promise to all that it loved. Even more so for those it cared for in the flesh of its life. But for her, it was worth any sacrifice or risk. That, of course, went without saying.

(OC-tober prompts by @oc-tober2023 can be found here. Powder belongs to @gi-ie-ru.)

[bamsara]

i will simply rewrite the whole thing. 3 days

[firelilysky]

@muffinlance ‘s Salvage was the first big ATLA fic I read, effectively launching me into this fandom head- first. It feels right to pick this series back up with a grumpy little Zuko fawning over the albatross-pigeons and pretending he’s not.