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muddyorbsblr · 6 months ago

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back to you part 1: madness calls

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: It's been years since Loki disappeared on a mission gone wrong, and Thor walks in to Banner's lab with snake in hand, asking if you could check if it's Loki

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning/s: implied/presumed major character death; snakes; mention of death by falling; mention of assumed violence on an animal

The beep of the door to the lab alerted you and Banner to the presence of a visitor. From the heavy footsteps and the musky cologne, it didn't take long for you to figure out who it was.

"Hey, Thunder." You looked up from your microscope, hand already outstretched to take in the samples that you told him to collect from your mission in the Bolivian forests. But you quickly withdrew it the moment you clocked that he wasn't holding out a soil sample.

He was holding a snake.

"I do have the samples you requested, Lady Y/N," he assured you. "But I was hoping that perhaps you and Doctor Banner could examine him first. This might finally be the one. Look at his eyes, the sheen on his scales. This is Loki, I'm sure of it."

"Thor…" you sighed, fighting back tears as you mustered up the words. "Thor, it's been years since the incident. We haven't seen or heard anything from your brother since--"

"I know, Lady Y/N," he cut you off, his voice louder than usual. He sighed, holding the serpent out to you. "But I cannot just give up on the hopes that perhaps, by the grace of the Norns, my brother is still out there. That perhaps he still lives. Perhaps he's even in my hands as we speak, and his magic has been compromised and he cannot break out of his shape shift.

"Please, my friend. I swear that if your findings prove me to be wrong, then I will burden the rest of you no longer with my search for my brother. I will scour the Realms myself until I find him. Just one final time."

You fought the tears stinging at the back of your eyes, holding out your hands to take the snake. Its black scales had an iridescent sheen to it; holding it out to the light had that sheen going back and forth from a yellowish-green to a near gold. Looking at it, you could understand how Thor could have been filled with hope that maybe this was Loki.

However, there was nothing in the creature's eyes that could have indicated any form of recognition.

Then again, it's been years. And he probably didn't even recognize me looking like this on a good day back when he was around, you thought ruefully. You carefully placed the little snake on the table, grabbing hold of the scanner that Stark, Strange, and Banner collectively worked on that could scan the presence of even the slightest traces of magic.

If Loki so much as breathed on this snake, in theory, this machine could tell you.

You honestly didn't know if it was Thor's nearly moving speech about being hellbent to find his brother, or perhaps your own misplaced feelings of hope that maybe the god's magic truly was compromised from the shape shift, and perhaps this could finally be the breakthrough you were pleading with the gods for.

Or maybe it was insanity, hoping for a different outcome despite having done this exact test countless times in the years since that fateful mission. The last memory you had of the raven haired god was him practically shoving you away from him with no warning. And when you turned around to give him a piece of your mind, he was gone.

And then an agent running comms told you that they saw footage of a strange, swirling vortex materialize where you stood right before Loki shoved you. Suddenly all your unspoken words felt monumentally heavier on your tongue, the little voice in your head now incessantly telling you that the visceral rejection would have been better than the regret of having said nothing.

So maybe it was all those things working together that had your heart turning to lead and sinking to the ground when you heard the ever disappointing monotone double beep of the machine. The snake was just a snake.

You didn't even have to tell the blond Asgardian; he could see it from your face that you didn't have a lick of good news. All he did was give you a tortured tight-lipped smile, his own tears brimming in his eyes. "I shall get the samples you requested then. Thank you, my friend."

Just as he was about to walk out of the lab, a blaring signal started sound across the entire floor, putting everyone on high alert.

"I didn't touch anything," the Asgardian said in defense, putting his hands up.

"We know, Thor, it's okay," Banner told him, putting in earplugs that put the greening hue of his skin at ease. "It's a distress signal. An agent sets it off if they're out on the field and they're in imminent danger and need more backup."

"Except," you mumbled, mostly to yourself, listening to the pattern of the signal. You'd heard the distress calls of other SHIELD agents before and it didn't sound like this. Where was this pattern from? You listened more intently to the peaks of the signal, recognizing the morse code. A tiny signature that you and Tony put in that was easily recognizable to those in the team that understood.

"It's an Avengers level distress signal," you and Thor said in unison, both of you rushing out of the lab to the control room, the rest of the team steadily filing in. Steve walked in last, starting to count off everyone in the room.

"Everyone's here save for Xu--" he said, cut off when Shaun's face showed up on the large floor-to-ceiling screen, visibly concerned at the sound of the alarm filling the aircraft.

"I'm here, guys. I'm safe," his voice rang through the speakers over the alarm.

"So if it's not anyone on the team, then one of us had butter fingers and dropped our signal somewhere in the field. My money's on Point Break," Tony quipped, earning a strangled sound of protest from Thor as he defensively said 'I most certainly did not!'

"Boys, shut up and stop fighting," Natasha said snappily, typing away on the keyboard and pulling up a map on the big screen to show her progress on tracking the location of the signal. "It's coming from somewhere just outside of London. Lemme just get a hold of one of the satellites around that area and…whoa."

You and the rest of the team in the control room all looked at the screen in combined concern and horror, watching the utter pandemonium that was breaking out from what looked like a high-rise building. Multiple people playing a deadly game of tug-of-war for resources at the roof, some of them being kicked or pushed off the edge and falling to their certain death.

There was foliage that had caught fire, making the building a brilliant shining light calling the attention of anyone flying over the area. Anyone looking at the live satellite feed of the outskirts of London, like you and your team.

"Cap, even if the signal isn't from one of us, we can't just pretend we didn't see this," you spoke up. "We have to help."

His only response was to nod, not taking his eyes off the screen, only tearing his eyes away once the rabid tenants began to fight over a dog. Nat turned the screen off; nobody needed to see what came after.

"Everyone gear up," he addressed the room. "Get Support to prep the Quinjet, we're wheels up in ten. Our mission is to find out who triggered the distress signal. And save as many civilians as we can manage."

A/N: Well damn…here we go, I guess. Welcome to 'back to you', everybody! This is a series I conceptualized back in early 2023 and my brain's finally gotten around to writing it the last few days. The rust is steadily being worked off, and hopefully…I've got not just this, but some more stuff in store. We'll see where things take me 🫡

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rulernogard156 · 3 months ago

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Adora meeting the Emperor of Mankind(aka her "father")

Adora stood steadfast upon the grassy hill. To her back, the fighting force of Brightmoon's elite gaurd stood ready. To her side stood her friends the Princesses of Etheria along with master archer Bow and swashbuckler extraordinaire Seahawk. Upon her arm was her beloved, the feirce and formidable Catra.

They all studied what hung in the Etherian sky before them. It was what caused the call to action, what brought the entirety of the plantes' defences to this spot. A fleet of well equipped battle starships.

They hovered in Etheria's outer atmosphere. They had appeared two days ago. At first, they were specks on the horizon, but as they drew nearer, the Alliance of Princesses grew concerned. Entrapta and Hordak had engineered an "orbital scanner" to make out what Etheria was dealing with.

When they finally got a scan, a war council was called at once. Glimmer decided to ready her kingdom's forces and urged a preemptive strike. Adora quelled this idea at first but did ultimately decide to amass the armies. But they would only retaliate, not strike first. There was no way of knowing the newcomers' intentions. They could be friendly.

Adora thought back on her optimistic perspective. The imposing nature of these starships didn't exactly breed comfort for her.

She looked back on her troops, all awaiting her command. She then looked to her friends, who she towered over. It had been some time since the defeat of Horde Prime and the restoration of peace on Etheria.

In that time, Adora had begun to grow, and she grew taller, stronger. She found her form slowly evolving into a perfect mix of her shera form and her more casual Adora form.

Catra only came up to her waist, if that. Adora had begun to curse her matured size, but ultimately, right now, in the face of a probable invasion, she was thankful for it.

Adora's attention snapped back as bow called out a smaller ship desending from the sky.

It was an ornate ship, well crafted, and Entrapta swooned as it approached. It landed ceremonially a fair distance from adora and the front line. Glimmer gave the order to ready an attack. Adora held up her hand, belaying the order.

"Not Yet." She scolded her friend. " Let's see who or what we're dealing with first."

Glimmer pouted but complied, resending her order. Her eagerness to end a conflict fast and without considering the repercussions had burned her before.

A ramp descended from the ship. Out of the bowels of this magnificent beast marched two parallel lines of golden armoured soldiers, each one twice the height of any Etheiran. There were twelve warriors in total, each equipped with an oddly shaped spear.

Then He exited the ship.

A mountain of a man, dressed head to toe in the finest most meticulously detailed armour anyone had ever seen. Only his head was bare of any armour. His raven hair flowed like a dark river in the cool breeze. His face was structured like a statue. Every detail looked unreal. His eyes at first glowed with golden light but then softened as he approached.

Brilliant sapphire eyes met Adora's own. They looked familiar.

"Who are you? And what do you want?" Adora spoke plainly. She would not be disarmed by this stranger's show of strength.

The stranger did not speak for several minutes. He took in his surroundings, his assessed his potential advisories, and he gazed upon his...

"I am The Emperor of Mankind. And I am here to reunite with one I lost long ago."

He stared at Adora for an uncomfortably long moment.

"And who exactly are you looking for?" Glimmer broke the silence.

The Emperor, not even glancing at the small queen, answered. "I have travelled across the stars seeking that which was stolen from me. My daughter."

A quiet air conquered the space. It was interpreted by Adora

"Whatwasthatnow?"

The Emperor smirked. "I have come for you. My daughter. To reunite and bring you with me on my grand crusade to reunite all of our people. To save ourselves and create a new dawn for galaxy. One of peace and hope. Not unlike what you have accomplished here." He spread out his hands gesturing to the world around them.

All of Etheria stood confused. This was not what any of them were expecting. Adora was speechless. Her mind tumbled and turned at the revelation before her.

"Father?" Adora breathed to herself. "No." She said bluntly. Much to the Emperor's and everyone elses surprise.

The Emperor did not miss a beat. "I know how uncertain you must feel, but come let me show you." He extended a hand and approached Adora.

But before he got more than a few steps closer, Catra put herself between her dear wife and this giant golden lunatic. She snarled and hissed, drawing her claws, tensing her muscles for a leap.

At the sudden threat, the golden solders all levelled their spears at Catra. In turn, the soldiers of bright moon readied their glaves, the Princesses each summoned up their elemental powers. It would be a massacre.

But then the Emperor held aloft his hand and halted the shedding of unnecessary blood. His custodians returned to a calmer state and lowered their weapons. He did this all while keeping his true attention on Adora.

"I will not fight you, daughter. That is not why I came."

Adora mirrored his motion to calm her friends.

The Emperor then shifted his gaze down to the felinid warrior who enterposed herself between the two of them.

"I came to broker peace and, in all honesty, to ask for your aid." his un blinking eyes never left catra despite still only addressing Adora. "I seek no ill will."

Adora's hand gently rested on Catra's shoulder, causing her to break her staring contest with the golden god. She looked up to her wife. No words were exchanged as Adora's hand raised to cup Catra's cheek. Catra reluctantly nodded, and Adora returned the gesture certain.

Catra stepped aside, but her cold killing gaze never left the exposed head of the Emperor.

Adora stepped forward. "Let's say I believe you. Let's say you really are my father. That doesn't mean I should trust you. Not yet, at least. You gave me up. You weren't there when i needed you. And now that I've found my own way. Made my own family. You come and ask something of me?"

Adora's expression hardened, "If you really are my father, why now? And more importantly, why the Battlion? You say you came looking for me to broker peace. But you come with soldiers and tanks? Not exactly the reunion a daughter would hope for."

The Emperor chose his next words carefully. "My daughter. Adora. These guns, these weapons, they are not meant for you or your people." He gestured to the armada, "The road to find you was treacherous. Among the stars, there are very few safe havens and many enemies."

"These weapons, like your own," he gestured to Adora's allies, "are for protection and justice. To free the oppressed and safeguard the weak. No more blood need be spilt than is nessasary."

Adoras' face slackened a bit, but the Emperor knew he had to show her first hand his vision.

He offered his hand once more, "Let me show you, please." His face was pleading.

Adora looked back a final time at her friends, each of them showing their disapproval and fear for her safety. She looked now to Catra, who stood ready should anything unexpected happen. Adora could practically see Catra daring the Emperor to give her an excuse.

Adora's eyes returned to the large outstretched palm, then to his blue eyes that she matched the ones she saw every morning in the mirror.

She took his hand like she was tearing off a bandage.

The visions came fast. Adora saw worlds in chains and the innocent slaughtered. She saw worlds on the brink of collapse, but then she was shown these same worlds transformed. Green pastures littered with cattle. Rebuilt thriving cities. Smiling children and hopeful parents.

The Emperor knew what to show Adora. He had specifically chosen the worlds that openly surrendered without much of a fuss. Worlds where diplomacy outweighed the wars that would have waged.

He had elected worlds brought to compliance by Sanguinius, Horus, Fulgrim, and Guilliman. He avoided the pitiful shrine worlds of Lorgar or the fear infested steets that Curze would leave in his wake. He also made desperately sure Adora never knew of the worlds drowned by Angron in their own blood.

He showed Adora the efficient system of Ultramar, the peace of Prospero, and finally, the jewel of the Imperium, Great Terra.

Then he showed her... the incident. Adora received flashes of the desert woman screaming, acting eradic. Adora couldn't hear anything, so she watched as the woman ranted and yelled. Eventually, there was a flash of light, and all the children and the woman were gone.

Then he showed her curated peaces of his own memory.

Adora saw herself and her brothers in test tubes. She watched the embrieos grow. She watched as they were all born. Swaddled by a woman wrapped in traditional dessert fashion.

The lab was in shambles, and scorchmarks stained the once muted chrome. It wasn't his fault. She betrayed him. She gave up Adora and her brothers. But he would find them and reunite his family."

Adora let go of her father's hand with a gasp. Tears followed down her face. She looked back up to the Emperor.

"You see now, Adora? I mean you no harm. I'm sorry I could not be there to hold you up. I'm sorry it took so long to find you. But I do want you to know how proud I am of you. You have succeeded where lessers would have failed." He made a grand sweep gesture.

"You brought peace to this world. You healed it. You did what was necessary but never compromised the people you held closest. You chose to save them, and that is all I can ask of you."

Adora now looked to the Emperor with admiration. But she still had a few queries she needed answered. "I have brothers? What are they like? Who was that woman? Why did she do that? Why did you both make us?" She began to cry

Catra was at her side in a moment. "Hey, Adora. It's okay. Im here, breath." Bow and Glimmer were not far behind. Eventually, her whole entourage was with her.

The Emperor to his credit was far more intrigued by his daughters compaions than he initially been. They genuinely cared for her, and she held her position of power out of love and loyalty.

Adora wiped her eyes and steadied herself. She then took on her serious tone and spoke in no uncertain terms.

"I want answers to who that woman was, why she did it, who my brothers are, you get the idea. You will leave Etheria untouched and their government in order. Finally, my friends are coming with me. This is non-negotiable," Cheers and shouts of agreement come from the princesses and others. "We do everything together, and even if I tried to leave without them. Let's just say I wouldn't be able to.

"If I go with you, if I join in your crusade. If I go and help all these people who are hurting. I want three things in return."

The Emperor nodded. 'Finally,' he thought, 'the negotiations.'

The Emperor stayed silent for a long time, considering the wants of his daughter. He looked across at the mutated inhabitants of Etheria. Of the very warp Infested environment they stood in. But he did let Lorgar keep Monarchia.

"Your requests are reasonable. Each shall be granted so long as you forswear your loyalty to me and the crusade. That you will do what is necessary to save the worlds that need you. To bring peace, prosperity, and unity to this galaxy."

"Then I guess I foreswear it."

"Very well. I shall return with your legion in a fortnight," he looked to Adora then to her companions, "Ensure you are all ready by then."

He marched back to his ship, and Adora called one final question to him. "What do you mean 'my legion'?"

The Emperor stopped at the end of the ramp. He look over his shoulder, "I made each of my children a legion to aid them in this crusade. Made from your own genetic code. They are as much sons to you as you are a daughter to me.

Without another word, he casually ascended the ramp fallowed by his golden warriors. Adora and the others were left speechless and confused once more as the ship returned to the heavens.

( First, thank you for reading all the way to the end!!!!

I am super open to criticism, I know I'm not the strongest writer, and I hope I captured enough of each of the characters' personalities. Please let me know hat you think. In either a reblog or comments!!!

I wanted to age up the SPOP crew just a little and progress their individual lives some. Also, yes, I did take some liberties with Adora/She-ra's form .

Finally, I apologise if you feel I misrepresented either property, I love them both so much, but it has been a little bit since I've sat down and watched shera in its entirety. I prob am gonna do that soon, but who knows. Depression a bitch.)

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dustedmagazine · 6 days ago

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The 2025 Dusted Mid-Year Switch: Part 3

Horsegirl

In part three of our mid-year wrap-up, Dusted writers list their favorite albums from the year’s first half. Check out parts one and two if you missed them.

Christian Carey

Raven Chacon — Voiceless Mass (New World)

Car Seat Headrest — The Scholars (Matador)

Jürg Frey — Voices (Neu)

Barbara Hannigan, Katia and Marielle Labéque, and David Chalmin — Electric Fields (Alpha)

The Hemphill Stringtet — Plays the Music of Julius Hemphill (Out of Your Head)

Jenny Hval — Iris Silver Mist (4AD)

loscil — Lake Fire (kranky)

David Murray — Birdly Serenade (Impulse)

Quatuor Diotima — Livre Pour Quatuor (Pentatone)

Steve Reich — Jacob’s Ladder (Nonesuch)

Tim Clarke

Sharp Pins — Radio DDR (K/Perennial)

Moreish Idols — All in the Game (Speedy Wunderground)

Perfume Genius — Glory (Matador)

Richard Dawson — End of the Middle (Weird World)

Dutch Interior — Moneyball (Fat Possum)

Natural Information Society / Bitchin Bajas — Totality (Drag City)

Horsegirl — Phonetics On and On (Matador)

Lifeguard — Ripped and Torn (Matador)

Bryon Hayes

Bill Orcutt Guitar Quartet — HausLive 4 (Hausu Mountain)

Califone — The Villager's Companion (Jealous Butcher)

CHIME OBLIVION — S/T (DEATHGOD CORP)

The Ex — If Your Mirror Breaks (The Ex)

The High Water Marks — Consult the Oracle (Meritorio)

Index for Working Musik — Which Direction Goes the Beam (Tough Love)

Mess Esque — Jay Marie, Comfort Me (Drag City)

Mark Molnar — EXO (Constellation)

The Moles — Composition Book (Splendid Research)

Open Head — What is success (Wharf Cat)

Sam Amidon — Salt River (River Lea)

Sharp Pins — Radio DDR (K)

Steven R. Smith — Triecade (Worstward)

Tim Hecker — Shards (Kranky)

Water Damage — Instruments (12XU)

Alex Johnson

Artificial Go — Musical Chairs (Feel It)

Francis Bebey — Trésor Magnétique (Africa Seven)

Hectorine — Arrow of Love (Take a Turn)

Horsegirl — Phonetics On and On (Matador)

Cameron Knowler — CRK (Worried Songs)

Willie Lane — Bobcat Turnaround (Cord-Art)

Meetsysteem — Gekleed In Donker, Ze Vroegen Niks (Nous'klaer Audio)

The Tubs — Cotton Crown (Trouble in Mind)

Various — Star Charms (Inscrutable)

Jennifer Kelly

Anika — Abyss (Sacred Bones)

Circuit des Yeux — Halo on the Inside (Matador)

Motorbike — Kick It Over (Feel It)

Michael Grigoni/Pan*America — New World, Lonely Ride (Kranky)

Jerry David DeCicca — Cardiac Country (Sophomore Lounge)

Caroline — Caroline 2 (Rough Trade)

Pulp — More (Rough Trade)

The Mekons — Horror (Fire)

Ty Segall — Possession (Drag City)

Thalia Zedek Band — The Boat Outside Your Window (Thrill Jockey)

Patrick Masterson

Barker — Stochastic Drift (Smalltown Supersound)

Mogwai — The Bad Fire (Temporary Residence Ltd.)

PinkPantheress — Fancy That (Warner)

Boldy James — Conversational Pieces (Real Bad Man) or Permanent Ink (Royal House Recording)

Maribou State — Hallucinating Love (Ninja Tune)

Quade — The Foel Tower (AD 93)

Ghais Guevara — Goyard Ibn Said (Fat Possum)

Ela Minus — Día (Domino)

Anthony Naples — Scanners (ANS)

FACS — Wish Defense (Trouble in Mind)

Maria Somerville — Luster (4AD)

Water Margin — Gleaming Cursed (Darla)

Ian Mathers

Alan Sparkhawk — With Trampled by Turtles (Sub Pop)

Brìghde Chaimbeul — Sunwise (Glitterbeat/tak:til)

Circuit des Yeux — Halo on the Inside (Matador)

Cloakroom — Last Leg of the Human Table (Closed Casket Activities)

Hekla — Turnar (Phantom Limb)

Horsegirl — Phonetics On and On (Matador)

loscil — Lake Fire (Kranky)

Oklou — choke enough (True Panther Sounds)

Sleigh Bells — Bunky Becky Birthday Boy (Mom + Pop/Torn Clean)

Walt McClements — On a Painted Ocean (Western Vinyl)

Bill Meyer

AMM with Sachiko M — Testing (Matchless)

The Ancients — The Ancients (Eremite / Black Edition Archives)

The Ex — If Your Mirror Breaks (Ex)

Mike Gangloff — April Is Passing (VHF)

Edith Frost — In Space (Drag City)

Vijay Iyer / Wadada Leo Smith — Defiant Life (ECM)

Damon Locks — List of Demands (International Anthem)

Brandon Lopez / DoYeon Kim — Syzygy Vol. 1 (577)

Natural Information Society & Bitchin Bajas — Totality (Drag City)

Sarah Belle Reid + Vinny Golia — Accidental Ornithology (Infrequent Seams)

Josh Moss

Sadie Siskin — Sadie Siskin (Drongo Tapes)

David Ivan Neil — I Hope Yer Ok (Perpetual Doom)

Playboi Carti — I Am Music (Interscope )

John Swanke — Horizon Lines (Bud Tapes)

Aux Meadows — Draw Near (Eiderdown)

Jerry David DeCicca — Cardiac Country (Sophomore Lounge)

Free Water Shrew Ensemble — Bounty of the Floe Edge (Drongo Tapes)

Daniel Bachman — Moving Through Light (self released)

Midwestern Medicine — Ripped Headline (self released)

Austin Potter — New Romantic (Cruel Nature/Liquid Library)

Ella Hanshaw — Ella Hanshaw's Black Book (Spinster Records)

Joseph Allred — Old Time Fantasias (Scissor Tail Records)

Ernie Francestine — Alternate Place (WarHen Records)

Bantam Draper — Inversion Therapy (Funny/Not Funny Records)

Barry Walker Unit — At The 13th Moon Gravity Well (Jean Sandwich Records)

Jonathan Shaw

Blood Monolith — The Calling of Fire (Profound Lore)

Culture Shock — S/T (Youth Attack)

Puffer — Street Hassle (Static Shock)

Retirement — Attention Economy (Iron Lung)

SUMAC & Moor Mother — The Film (Thrill Jockey)

Wulkanaz — Luftus (Regain)

#dusted magazine #midyear #midyear 2025 #lists #christian carey #tim clarke #bryon hayes #alex johnson #jennifer kelly #patrick masterson #ian mathers #bill meyer #josh moss #jonathan shaw

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zimndib · 3 months ago

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Doppelganger adrift (part 1)

(A Zadr one shot-roleplay between me and a friend. I wrote for Dib, them Zim. The two are written to be roughly 25-30ish here)

They were supposed to be gone a day. Two, max.

It was just a supply run—a trip to a mined-out asteroid belt to gather a rare mineral Zim insisted was vital for shielding the Earth base’s scanners from “cosmic idiocy.”

But something went wrong.

An unexpected debris field. A system glitch. A slow leak in the fuel regulator.

Now the ship—Zim’s “modestly sized and extremely superior auxiliary cruiser”—was stalled mid-drift. They were somewhere between charted space and nowhere, orbiting a half-dead asteroid.

Inside, the temperature had dropped significantly, despite Zim’s best attempts to fix the heating systems. The lights flickered every twenty-three minutes.

Gir was already in sleep mode. Of course. That left them alone.

⸻

ZIM stood at the control panel, hunched and muttering Irken curses under his breath. The screen buzzed faintly, still scanning for the mineral they were after, but the progress bar hadn’t moved in over an hour.

He pressed a few buttons harder than necessary. Then harder still.

The static didn’t change.

“Stupid rock. Stupid signal. Stupid Dib and his fragile skin that can’t even survive one little radiation leak…”

He trailed off, glancing over his shoulder. Dib wasn’t in the cockpit. He’d said something about checking the cargo bay and disappeared.

Zim swallowed, antennae twitching in the silence. He hated this quiet. It was the wrong kind of quiet.

Heavy. Pressurized. Like the ship itself was watching.

The light overhead flickered again. The monitor flashed static.

Zim didn’t flinch—but his hand trembled slightly as it hovered above the console.

“…This is fine,” he said aloud, mostly to himself. “Zim thrives in deep space. Zim was born in the dark. Zim—does not get cold. Or tired. Or…”

His voice dropped.

“…lonely.”

He blinked. Realized he was gripping the console hard enough to crack it. Let go.

Then the monitor chirped faintly. A ping.

Zim straightened, relief washing over his face like breath returning to a drowning body. “Ah! At last! A trace mineral reading!”

But the readout didn’t match. It wasn’t the mineral they were looking for.

It was life signs.

Weak. Near the cargo bay.

Zim’s brow furrowed. He immediately turned on his heel and stalked down the narrow corridor toward the back of the ship—boots clanking softly against cold metal.

“Dib, if you’re poking glowing things again I swear on Tallest Purple’s least favorite toenail—”

The hallway lights dimmed again.

Something creaked. Not metal.

Zim slowed. Then stopped.

“…Dib?”

Dib sat in his room, if he could call it that. His- well whatever Zim was to him, had called it a “carbon life form nest’ It was a small room equipped with basic furniture, a lumpy bed that the Irken had definitely recycled from the curb and has a small-simple bathroom attached. Zim had done a great deal of work to adjust the ship to support a human being, the motivation eluded him.

As thrilling as it had been, and as grateful as Dib had felt to be included in Zim’s space errands, the raven-haired man also felt like an idiot.

They’d gone up on several occasions together, begrudgingly making a really good team when it came to watching each other’s hides.

That space-roach would never admit it but Dib was pretty sure Zim was just desperate for the back up. Having a bounty over one’s head and being well known in most of developed space just did that to a guy.

Dib bit at his nails, it hadn’t been to long since the ship had jerked and paused, now drifting along almost dead.

He’d never considered dying out in space alone with- him. To be honest Dib didn’t fear death, he’d always been a little on the morbid side, he looked at death like a challenge, like something that pursued him but could never keep up.

He really only regretted not even telling Gaz he was going. It was a short trip, a familiar one they’d gone on many times before. If he gave her a heads up every time he was heading out to space surely she’d start getting pretty annoyed.

So if they couldn’t come upon some sort of solution, he’d left his sister and father to simply wonder. Guilt washed over him, filling him with determination. He didn’t want to do that to them.

Dib headed towards the cargo bay to access what they had handy.

THE CARGO BAY — UNLIT, UNSTABLE, UNEASY

The metal doors hissed open with a groan that echoed too loud in the hollow space.

Zim stepped inside slowly, the glow from his PAK casting long, strange shadows across the stacked crates and sealed supply units. The air felt colder here. Tighter.

He scanned the darkness until—

There. A figure moving near the emergency stock crates. Pale skin. That ridiculous coat.

Zim’s relief was immediate but refused to show itself. Instead, he crossed his arms and called out with his usual dramatic disdain.

“There you are! Skulking about like a rodent with emotional baggage! I detected life signs in this region and assumed either you were poking something radioactive, or we’d been boarded by sentient lint.”

His voice bounced against the walls.

No answer.

Zim blinked. Took a step closer. “Dib?”

Dib didn’t respond. He was still crouched at the side of one of the crates, back to Zim, one hand resting on its edge as if to steady himself.

Zim narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing down here? The heating grid’s failing. Your human meat sack will freeze before you can yell ‘I told you so’ if you stay in this drafty box of metal stupidity.”

Still no response.

Something wasn’t right.

Zim moved closer, this time with more caution. The light from his PAK illuminated Dib’s back—tense, hunched. Shoulders drawn up high.

His fingers twitched slightly.

Zim slowed. His voice dropped to something near a whisper. “…Dib?”

Then, quietly—

A sound. Faint, but sharp. A gasp.

Not the kind pulled in with alertness. But one that clawed its way out. Desperate. Silent. Terrified.

Zim froze.

Dib wasn’t awake.

He was shaking. Shoulders trembling, hand clenching so hard his knuckles had gone white. He was caught in it—one of those primitive subconscious hallucinations humans were cursed with.

A nightmare.

Zim hated nightmares.

They were unpredictable. Illogical. Embarrassing. And yet… his own hadn’t stopped since their last real battle—since the day the Tallests had sent out the final order.

He’d never told Dib that.

Zim stood over him now, watching Dib writhe silently—trapped somewhere only he could see. The once-bold human now curled inward, a whisper of his usual bluster. There was something about it that made Zim feel too many things at once.

He knelt, slowly. Awkwardly.

Reaching out, he touched the sleeve of Dib’s coat.

“Dib. Hey. Wake up. You’re doing that thing again.” His voice was rough around the edges. Not mean, just unsure.

He gave a little shake—just enough to rattle, not to startle.

“…You’re not alone, you know,” Zim muttered. “Not this time.”

Dib glided in through a small door way having to cringe his neck downward to fit. Some of the older parts of the ship were still a bit on the smaller size. Earths gravity had allowed Zim a small growth spirt however he still remained rather petit.

He could hear shuffling as he ducked in, Zim must have come to a similar deduction. They needed to know what was on hand before they could even attempt trying to survive their grim circumstances.

“Yeah… I’m here.” Dib muttered hearing the irken’s voice. Zim sounded strangely concerned and this set Dib on an almost immediate state of alert.

THE CARGO BAY — MOMENTS LATER

Zim flinched.

“Yeah… I’m here.”

The voice didn’t come from in front of him.

It came from behind.

He turned so fast his claws scraped the floor.

There, by the low entry hatch, Dib stood—half ducked from the narrow doorway, eyes sharp with confusion and alarm. Not dream-trapped. Not shaking. Very much awake.

Which meant—

Zim whirled back toward the figure crouched by the crates.

Gone.

The air was empty, save for a faint wisp of static where his PAK light passed over the spot. A gentle crack of cooling metal filled the silence like a bad joke. There was nothing there.

No crate. No crouched figure. No tremble. No gasping breath.

Just cold, empty floor.

Zim staggered back a step, eyes wide, antennae up in full alert.

“That wasn’t you,” he said without turning. “That wasn’t you. I touched—someone. Something. It looked like—”

His voice caught. Not out of fear—Zim didn’t fear—but something ancient in his blood pulled tight. He hissed through gritted teeth. “This ship… this section—hasn’t been powered since the last patch update. There shouldn’t be any life signs registering here. I scanned it myself.”

He turned to Dib slowly now, voice low. “I scanned you. I followed you.”

And still. The echo of that soft, panicked breath.

The shape curled into itself, just barely wrong.

Zim’s claws twitched. “There’s something else on this ship.”

Zim’s face was contorted in a way that told Dib everything.

Almost like the paranormal investigator instincts kicked in, Zim looked exactly like he’d seen a ghost. If it was paranormal there was no force in the universe that would convince Zim so he chose to keep the conclusion to him self. Space ghosts could wait, they needed to get home above all else.

“Hey well handle that too but right now... We need to take an inventory of our supplies. Ration what we can, see if there’s anything here that could…” He hesitated for a moment. “Help.” He finished and his voice made him cringe. It had been soft and almost pathetic, like a grasp at hope that was devoid of realness.

Dib got started immediately, notebook and pin in hand, thumbing through wooden crate after wooden crate. Stashing a few items he found in his trench coat along the way. Making a small pile of energy drives, plutonium gas populations, and other things they seemed mildly useful. They just needed to jerry-rig something with just enough power to jump the engine. Anything.

Dib turned to the pensive Zim with a mild annoyance.

“We can check the bio scanners again together, but since your already back here care to give me a hand?” Dib used a mild tone, carful to prevent any frustration from bleeding into his words.

Zim didn’t move.

He stood there, posture rigid, eyes still locked on the empty space where nothing now sat. The place where his brain swore he’d seen Dib. Where his claws had brushed soft, too warm fabric. Where he had felt a heartbeat.

He forced his jaw to unclench. Stress hallucinations. It wasn’t impossible. Not with his PAK in adaptive overload mode. It had been compensating for the low temperature, the fuel drop, the atmospheric irregularities in the mineral field. His systems were overstretched.

His mind was overstretched.

Dib’s voice broke the spiral.

“Hey, we’ll handle that too, but right now… we need to take an inventory of our supplies. Ration what we can, see if there’s anything here that could… help.”

Help.

Zim’s gaze flicked to Dib.

The human was already moving, practical and focused. His voice wavered—just enough to show he wasn’t blind to the gravity of things—but he was still trying. As if the sound of a pen on paper could drown out the cold.

Zim hated how grounding it was. And how much he needed it.

He flexed his claws. Looked down at them. They were shaking. Just slightly. Enough to be noticed if he reached for anything.

“We can check the bio scanners again together, but since you’re already back here, care to give me a hand?”

Zim’s gaze lifted.

Dib was looking at him. Not harsh. Not skeptical. Just… asking. Asking him to be part of the solution, even when Zim felt like he was becoming the problem.

The Irken clicked his tongue and marched stiffly forward. “Yes, yes—Zim is perfectly capable of manual sorting. I just didn’t want to steal your precious inventory glory, Dib. You humans adore making lists. It’s… pitiful.”

But his voice lacked its usual bite.

He crouched beside Dib at the crates, avoiding the patch of floor where the hallucination had been.

Zim reached for the next crate, then paused mid-motion, eyes flicking sideways.

“…If the scanners pick up another false life sign,” he muttered, not quite looking at Dib, “you’ll believe me next time, right?”

It wasn’t phrased as a confession. But it felt like one.

And somewhere deep in his PAK, the system quietly logged the irregular stress input. Flagged it.

PROTECTIVE INSTINCT OVERRIDE: INITIATED.

NEURAL HALLUCINATION THRESHOLD: EXCEEDED.

Zim’s eyes narrowed. He said nothing.

But he kept reaching for supplies with one hand—and kept the other closer to Dib than strictly necessary.

The humans resolve softened.

“I believe you…” He hummed still keeping himself on task instinctively playing it down. It was bizarre for Zim to sound so uncertain. They couldn’t afford Zim cracking like this now, but honestly it had been inevitable.

When they were kids he’d seen it happen for the first time on his cameras.

It had been Winter, a time he’d observed Zim stayed exclusively inside his base, and mostly out of trouble. The ‘frozen earth acid’ as the alien had called it made it insufferable for Zim to leave his home. This left the irken house locked and stir crazy.

He watched Zim on the cameras, the space-bug mostly still rooted to the couch almost staring through the television, cartoons on, Gir on the floor invested in them.

Zim had gotten up once, cursing in irken. Claws and eyes gesturing at the kitchen far from Gir’s post on the floor. Dib could only gawk as he seemed to bristle in anger, and appeared to be interrogating nothing at all.

Dib got chills.

Maybe an error that manifested from having more than one brain? Dib was cautious, knowing better than mention it any of the other times he saw the behavior.

Now- now Zim was looking for to to be acknowledged. Dib felt like he was now part of more than one, dangerous and unbeatable games.

Zim didn’t answer right away.

He just… paused. One hand halfway inside a crate full of rusted copper tubing, posture taut. Not frozen—but held. Like if he moved too fast, something would snap.

“I believe you…”

Dib’s voice echoed in the cold room like it didn’t quite belong there. Too soft. Too human.

Zim let out a breath. Quietly. Not a sigh. A release. The tiniest pressure valve opening somewhere beneath all his armor.

“…Of course you do,” he said, after a moment too long. “You’re not completely brain-dead.”

But his tone was dull. Empty. He didn’t even bother with a smirk.

Dib had said it simply, instinctively. But it echoed louder than any dramatic oath or scream. I believe you.

That wasn’t how their dynamic worked. Not traditionally. Not when they were enemies. Not when everything Zim did was exaggerated and everything Dib did was defensive.

But now?

Now Dib was here. Close. Calmer than Zim felt. Smarter than Zim wanted to admit. And Zim could feel that truth sitting between them like a third presence:

Dib had seen this before.

And Zim knew it.

He stiffened again.

“…You saw it, didn’t you?” Zim asked without looking up. His voice wasn’t demanding—it was resigned. “That winter. Back when you had those ridiculous trash cameras hidden in your mailbox.”

Dib’s pen faltered.

Zim continued, tone flat. “I wasn’t talking to nothing, you know. It looked like me. It was me. Standing in the kitchen. Laughing.”

His claws tightened on the tubing.

“I didn’t understand it then. Thought maybe it was… some residual simulation. A Pak memory glitch. But it talked back, Dib.” His voice cracked a little, catching on the consonants. “It said I wasn’t real.”

Zim stood. Too fast. The crate screeched on the metal floor.

“I don’t crack, Dib. My Pak—my design—doesn’t allow it. It adapts. It compensates. I was built to be alone.”

He turned to Dib, eyes glowing faintly in the dark bay light. No snarl. No smirk. Just wide, tired eyes.

“…But it’s getting harder. Out here.”

His voice dropped to a whisper.

“I don’t know what’s worse. That I might be seeing ghosts… or that I miss hearing you argue with me.”

Amber eyes met Zim’s magenta orbs. He caught as his own expression fell, to that of concern in the reflection of the glossy one’s looking back at him in a way they’d never before. Dib let it settle around him a moment more before responding.

“I’ve seen it a few times actually.” He corrected calmly. Defective. The word had nested just at the tip of his mind. Risky, but Zim said he missed their fighting. Dib took the leap. “Does it… have something to do with being defective?” His words were gentle as to not provoke.

“Sometimes for humans, our minds play tricks on us when we are overwhelmed.” Dib offered not knowing exactly what he was even getting at. He set down the quantum iron calibrators in his hand, into the maybe helpful pile, gaze unwavering from Zim’s.

Zim flinched.

Not visibly. Not like a human would. But something in the way his antennae pulled back—how his arms wrapped tighter around his middle, claw tips brushing the ribs of his uniform like he wanted to peel off his own skin—told the whole story.

“Does it… have something to do with being defective?”

The word hung in the cold air like a ticking bomb.

Zim didn’t speak right away. Just… stared at Dib.

It was the first time Dib had said it out loud. Maybe the first time anyone had—without venom.

Defective.

Not screamed across a battlefield.

Not hurled from a Tallest’s sneer.

Not whispered behind a closed lab door while drones measured his skull.

Just… asked. Offered.

Zim looked away, the motion jerky. Like his neck didn’t want to obey.

“…They said I was,” he muttered, voice a rasp. “That I couldn’t process orders right. That my Pak ran too many independent algorithms. That I talked back.”

His hands curled. “The Tallests said I shouldn’t have made it out of Smeet incubation. But I did. I was better than the rest of them. I survived planets they couldn’t pronounce. I wiped out colonies with style.”

He snorted bitterly. “But I glitched once. I questioned a command once. And they called it a malfunction. Not… not a decision.”

His voice broke on that last word.

He stared down at the cold floor. “If I am defective, then it’s because I… see things. Things they trained us not to see. Weakness. Regret. Wrong orders. Other smeets they should have saved.”

Silence.

Then—

“Sometimes for humans, our minds play tricks on us when we are overwhelmed.”

Zim looked up again. Slowly.

Dib’s gaze hadn’t moved.

His eyes weren’t angry. Or pitying. Just… open.

Zim hated how much it pulled at him.

“I don’t know if I’m overwhelmed,” Zim admitted, “but I know I can’t… calculate this anymore. I don’t know how to filter it. I keep hearing things. Feeling things that aren’t there.” He swallowed. “I don’t know what’s worse—if it’s all in my head, or if something is actually watching.”

He took a tiny step forward. Just one. But in Zim terms, it was a confession.

“You keep seeing me fall apart,” he whispered, “and you stay. Why?”

⸻

Dib let out a low chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck to release some tension. He’d expected offense and was met for the first time, raw honesty in its place. Weird trip, but if they were going to die anyways it was almost poetic he’d get a glimpse at a side of Zim he’d only been able to speculate existed before hand.

“I don’t watch you fall apart, I watch you overcome.” The human corrected. He reached for Zim, a hand outstretched to pull the irken from the ground.

“Let’s go check the bio-scanners again….” Dib paused. “And the oxygen levels.” He finished in a smaller voice.

Silence hung between them like a grim promise as they ascended in the direction of the cock-pit, a half broken rolling cart between them full of the items they’d sorted like a tiny, ember of something they were both to cowardly to call hope.

CORRIDOR – EN ROUTE TO THE COCKPIT

Their boots echoed softly as they moved in tandem, shoulders occasionally brushing when the ship jolted ever so slightly. The cart clattered behind them like a loyal, battered companion—its single squeaky wheel occasionally veering left, only to be nudged back in line.

Neither of them said much.

But Zim hadn’t let go of Dib’s hand right away. He hadn’t yanked away like usual, or barked some insult about filthy oils or human germs.

He’d just… stood there. For a second.

Letting the contact be.

Letting Dib pull him back up.

Now he kept glancing sideways as they walked—like he was trying to catch Dib’s expression without being obvious about it. The human was pensive, jaw set, eyes flicking between the dim corridor lights and the faint shimmer of stars outside the viewport.

Zim almost said something. Twice.

But what?

Thank you?

Don’t look at me like that?

I don’t deserve that kind of grace from you?

He said none of it.

Instead:

“…The oxygen filters were due for replacement three weeks ago,” he muttered. “I calculated the margin of error but didn’t account for the asteroid debris rupturing the outer seal on compartment four.”

Dib arched a brow. “So we could’ve been poisoned in our sleep?”

Zim cleared his throat. “Not poisoned. Just… slowly asphyxiated.”

“…Great.”

But his voice was soft. And maybe even a little amused.

Zim didn’t smile—but the corner of his mouth twitched.

When they reached the cockpit, Zim slid into the console seat and began typing commands. The screen buzzed to life with a faint whine.

“Recalibrating scanner frequency. I’ll boost the spectrum filters. If that thing you saw earlier—” Dib started.

“I saw it,” Zim said, firm. Not defensive. Just sure.

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Translated the Q&A section of the Tales of Vesperia Official Scenario Book, published in 2010!

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Scenario Q&A

We invited fans to ask questions about “Vesperia” for the staff to answer. Don't miss the facts revealed here!

By: Chaiko (female).

Q: Why is Flynn so friendly with Estelle? I'm curious about what happened between them!

A: The specifics of how they met are unknown, but when Flynn began serving at the castle of the Imperial Capital, Estelle was already in a house arrest-like situation. Estelle wasn’t able to make real friends and felt lonely, so Flynn tried his best to treat her as ruggedly honest and sincerely as he could (while the other knights consistently treated her like a child). He was one of the few people (and someone in her same generation) who continued to treat her like a human being. That must have made Estelle feel very comfortable with him.

Image: Flynn is so important to Estelle that she instinctively embraced him when they met again.

By: Nabeyaki Udon (male), Mugetsu (female), and many others.

Q: Please tell us how old Duke was when he was a knight. Also, how did Duke and Elsifur meet, and what led to their friendship?

A: Duke was once a member of the Knights, but such records have been erased. Thus, his precise age is not known. Unable to adapt to Imperial society at a young age, he chose to travel alone in the dangerous outside world, where he met Elucifer. Their deep compassion for their shared world led the two of them to forming a friendship that transcended race.

By: Pamphlet (male), Yutou (female), and many others.

Q: In the skit, “About the Elite Guard”, it was suggested that the large scale of responsibility and pressure is what caused Alexei to behave the way he did, but what made him go to such lengths? Considering his strength, it feels like something huge must have happened… Also, what was the meaning of Alexei’s final tears? “Tears of realizing he was the biggest jester of all” or “tears of regret for everything he had done up until then”? Please tell us the meaning from your perspective as the developers!

A: From the outside, Alexei appears to be nothing more than an arrogant villain, but he was once a truly respectable person. While pursuing his goals, he gradually began looking down on others who couldn’t keep up and was no longer picky about his methods. Unfortunately, nobody ever questioned his methods, and nobody pointed it out to him. To the bitter end, he thought he was doing what he had to do; but at the very last moment, what should have been a success, in reality, was the situation he least wanted. He shed tears of despair as he realized who had truly been the foolish one.

By: Today I'm a Gentleman (male), Wild Rabbit (male).

Q: Why does Repede dislike Estelle (not that he hates her, but maybe he just doesn't like her?)? Does he avoid her because he’s actually an Entelexeia? Considering he doesn’t get ferocious when in dense aer, it seems like maybe he’s becoming an Entelxeia who can adapt to aer.

A: Repede is, after all, a (bit of a perceptive) dog. Yuri jokes about it in a weird way, but he is a dog. At first, he avoided Estelle because he doesn’t like being teased, and he doesn’t like people who are not down to earth.

By: Zakuro (female), Tissue (female), and many others.

Q: The members of Brave Vesperia were Yuri, Repede, Karol, and Judith; but after Part 2 ended, did the other party members join Brave Vesperia? I've been curious, so please let me know!

A: The official members of the guild remain three people and one pet until the very end. However, everyone in the party is a “comrade” to “Brave Vesperia”. In their hearts, all of them are "members." As well as being the name of their guild, "Brave Vesperia" is a term that also represents the bonds between them.

By: Y (female), Komochizuki (female).

Q: How did Raven kidnap Estelle at Myorzo? It was said that he used Estelle's power to activate the core of the warp blastia, but did he manage to woo Estelle?

A: It’s possible he used some sort of tool to take away Estelle’s freedom, similar to what Alexei used, that had the ability to control her and use her powers to activate the warp blastia.

By: Ron (female), Haru (male), and many others.

Q: In the ending, all of the blastia are lost, but Raven's blastia heart is not lost and he continues to live. Is this because the energy powering his blastia heart is not the aer, but Raven's own life force?

A: That’s right. Incidentally, the blastia heart and he himself interpolate with each other to maintain their functions, but it's not a perpetual motion machine. He himself has to eat to replenish it. In that regard, it's the same as a flesh-and-blood heart.

Image: Raven says that the power of the spirits seems to be affecting his blastia heart, and he’s in good health.

By: Sip of Tea (female), Mito (female), and many others.

Q: The tone and attitude of Raven and Schwann are completely different, but which one is the real one? Also, Raven decided to live as "Raven", so I'm curious about what will happen to the Schwann Brigade in that case. I was also interested in the illustration in the ending credits, where he stands in front of the knights dressed as "Raven".

A: His tone changes depending on his position at the time. However, since he chose to live as Raven, that’s probably closer to his true self.

After defeating the Adephagos, the Empire and the guilds decided to work together, so Raven will make the best use of his influential positions on both sides. In the ending illustration, we see not only the Knights, but guild members there alongside them, suggesting that a mixed squad has been formed.

Illustration: Kazuyoshi Yaginuma.

By: Sai (female), Komai3 (female), and many others.

Q: Regarding the blastia hearts that Yeager and Raven have, were there any other people besides them involved in experiments for blastia hearts? Also, is there a reason why Alexei chose these two?

A: Unfortunately, most of Alexei's past actions are shrouded in mystery.

10.

By: Komiya (female), Akime (female), and many others.

Q: In the skit "About the City of the Waning Moon," it’s asked, "is Zagi a descendant of the Children of the Full Moon?" But is he really a descendant of the Children of the Full Moon? Please tell us the truth!

A: He could be, since he has the same pink hair as Estelle and the residents of the City of the Waning Moon, but considering the kind of person he is, maybe he just dyed it...

11.

By: Wonder Reporter (female), Spice (male), and many others.

Zagi modified his left arm into a blastia, but did he do it himself? Also, does Zagi die in the end? He was able to survive even after falling from Hercules, and fighting the Giganto Monster by himself on Mount Temza, so it would seem like he might have survived…

TL Note: Zagi fighting the Giganto Monster on Mount Temza happens in a sidequest, which is what is being referred to here.

A: He is an assassin hired by Leviathan's Claw, so the blastia arm was probably offered by Yeager via Ruins Gate. It's unknown whether the final transaction was really reasonable... As for his final moments, his corpse was never confirmed, so in that sense we should say that his life or death is unknown.

Image: Zagi's corpse was never found after his fall from Tarqaron.

12.

By: Kinasu (female), Yottan (female), and many others.

Q: Will Patty grow back into her original appearance in the future, or will her growth stop? Is there any information regarding this?

A: Patty's current appearance is the result of a side effect of Amrita, but we think it is likely that she will grow up like a regular person going forward.

13.

By: Tissue (female).

Q: The apatheia, which was the power source of Hercules, said "thank you" at the end, but whose apatheia was it? Could it have been Elucifer’s...?

A: Since Duke wasn't looking for it, we at least know it wasn’t Elucifer’s. On that note, this is the Entelexeia who was forced to be used as an apatheia.

Image: The appearance of the Entelexeia who became an apatheia is unknown, but given his voice, it sounds male.

14.

By: Sososo (male), Saito@ (male).

Q: At the end, Barbos told Yuri, "One day, you’ll make great enemies in this world." Will Yuri's suggestion to get rid of the blastia lead to someone holding a grudge against him later?

A: Barbos' words are not a concrete prediction, but rather, a kind of warning to Yuri about his way of life. If people knew that it was Yuri and his friends who got rid of the blastia, there would certainly be people who would resent them.

15.

By: Star's Tail (male), Kinasu (female), and many others.

Q: Duke had complete understanding of the Enduring Shrine of Zaude, but yet Alexei's understanding was incomplete. How did each of them obtain their knowledge about Zaude?

A: Alexei gained his knowledge through fragments of a mishmash of ancient documents left behind by the Empire. Because of this, his understanding was in many ways incomplete. His own desires led to misinterpretation. On the other hand, Duke (who may have had firsthand knowledge at the time), gained accurate knowledge from the Entelexeia.

TL Note: The term used for mishmash can also mean miscellany, jumble, and mixture. It sounds like Alexei got his information from various (and possibly in some cases not completely correct), fragmented documents (so lacking information on some documents because of not being whole/full), which partially resulted in his faulty information - on top of his own desires causing him to read the intention of those documents in a way he wanted it to be, and not what it actually meant.

16.

By: Kome (female), Roku (female), and many others.

TL Note: Put “Roku” as a name in this case, but the kanji means “record” as in “to record”, but I’m not sure if that’s what the asker was going for, so I kept it as Roku.

Q: Does Alexei come from a commoner family or a noble family?

A: He himself comes from a noble family. Back then, no matter one’s merit, it was impossible for a commoner to become a leader in the empire.

17.

By: Sasami (female), Mido (female).

Q: In the sub-event of Repede’s marking showdown, after the battle between Repede and Petite Wolf is settled, Repede obtains the attachment "Meat on the Bone". Does that mean Petite Wolf has become meat on the bone? I'm really curious because it didn't come up at the end of the sub-event!

A: We don't think that's the case... (laughs) He probably just disappeared to somewhere gracefully.

TL Note: The term for "graceful" here can also mean noble, gallant, brave, or sportsmanlike. Basically, it sounds like Petite Wolf took the loss respectfully and bowed out.

Image: The bone-in meat is not the remains of Petite Wolf, so you can wear it without worry.

18.

By: Tomoru 12 (female).

Q: Please tell us the official name of the empire!

A: The Empire is literally its official name. Since it’s the only nation in the world, the common noun is used as the proper noun.

19.

By: Sakura Hina (female), Brambling Bird (male), and many others.

Q: At the beginning of the story, the moment Estelle peeks inside the desk in Rita's room in Aspio, the screen goes black and Estelle freezes. What was inside of it?

A: It’s probably whatever you imagined it is.

TL Note: They’re basically saying there’s no real answer, so it can be whatever the player imagines it could be.

20.

By: Akiyuki (female), Tomoya (male), and many others.

Q: In the world of “Vesperia”, mana and spirits appear, but are there any connections to the worlds of other games in the “Tales of” series?

A: As a series, there are links at a keyword level, but it does not particularly mean they are set in the same world or share a history.

21.

By: Shu (male), Neko (female),and many others.

Q: Romance between the hero and heroine is a custom of the Tales of series, but it was not seen in “Vesperia”. Will the relationship between Yuri and Estelle progress after the ending?

A: We can't say for sure whether the future will be discussed or not, so we’ll leave it to your imagination.

22.

By: ASTRIA (male), Riku (female), and many others.

Q: Were there any settings, story developments, or sub-events that were scrapped? If so, what were the contents?

A: There are a lot of ideas that were scrapped. There were plans for completely different developments. We won’t mention the material here because it would be rude, but for example, there was an idea to create a giant special effects-like robot.

TL Note: The literal phrase for "it would be rude" is “it wouldn’t be smart" to mention.

23.

By: Itacchi (female), Yokoyan (male), and many others.

Q: Are there plans for a sequel or an anime?

A: At the moment, that is still undecided.

#GTF Translations #Tales of Vesperia #shoutout to Today I'm A Gentleman and Wild Rabbit for those names LMAO

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mudgemill · 6 months ago

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Deciding how I wanna draw the Fox Way ladies… Persephone’s about how I want her except maybe I’ll give her smaller eyes bc she looks perhaps a bit too young, I’m not really sure if this is how I imagined Maura and Calla’s hair so I might try out some other stuff for them… hm much to think about

I’m really excited for the graphic novel but also I wanna get on paper how I imagined them before I read it in case my imagination changes!

#trc fanart #trc #the raven cycle #the raven boys #300 fox way #maura sargent #Persephone trc #calla trc #psychics #traditional art #again I am in need of a scanner bc the iPhone scan loses a lot of shading

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tarisilmarwen · 1 year ago

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RobStar Week 2024, Day 2 - Power Swap/Role Reversal

(So I have a whole lore dump/backstory for this but the tl:dr is basically that Starfire escaped the Gordanians and crash-landed on Earth the same night Robin's parents were killed leading to a bit of a switcheroo where Batman left the circus early to attend to the crash/invasion and found and took in Starfire and the Gordanians, desperate for something they could bring back, snatched up lil' baby Robin instead and he got liberated by a Tamaranian rescue sortie led by Galfore, who later adopted him. There's a whole big political negotiation that happens between Tamaran and Earth and the The Citadel, facilitated by the Justice League blah blah blah anyway it leads to the kids getting to be placed on a team together eventually.

With all that out of the way, onward!)

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"Will you please take this seriously?" Starfire complained, exasperated.

Grinning, her human boy companion rolled out of his nonchalant handstand and flipped back off the top of the air conditioning unit to the rooftop.

"Where's the fun in that, Princess?" he teased.

She rolled her eyes and sighed long-sufferingly. She couldn't begrudge Robin, really, he had been raised by her people, his happiness was infectious and reminded her of herself, in her own childhood. Before the mask. Before... everything.

Still, she reached over and tweaked his ear, earning a yawp from him.

"May I remind you we are not here for 'the fun'?" she said, then grimaced at her own idiosyncratic slip. All of Alfred's grammar lessons and her head still couldn't quite untangle English. "This Slade is very dangerous."

"So they say," sniffed Robin, but he sobered up enough for her to get a good reading on her T-communicator without distractions. The boy watched over her shoulder as she held up the device to the abandoned warehouse.

Her scanner beeped. Satisfied, Starfire opened the channel to their other teammates. "There is no sign of the chronoton detonator here, Cyborg."

"Not here either. I've checked the whole east side of the docks. Starting to think Slade might be sending us on a wild goose chase."

Starfire frowned. "We should keep looking. I do not wish to call his bluff before we have solid proof."

"Raven and I are almost finished with the wharfs," reported Beast Boy. "We'll keep our eyes peeled."

The line clicked off. Silence reigned for a moment, uncomfortable and oppressive.

Starfire bit her lip, staring off vacantly into the distance, trying to think the problem through.

A soft hand met her shoulder, and she blinked out of it and looked over at Robin.

His bright blue eyes were comforting. "Hey," he told her sincerely, "we'll stop him. Whatever he's planning to do."

She sighed. "That is just it, though. What is he planning to do? Why announce his plans for the chronoton detonator at all? Why not just simply set it off?"

Robin dropped his hand and shrugged, adjusting his utility belt and checking the contents—small Tamaranian throwing knives, colorful poppers, a traditional warrior Tag'rok stave that he had somehow modified to be collapsable. "Some villains like the thrill, like watching their enemies scramble. Like feeling clever, like they've outsmarted their opponent."

She accepted his logic, giving a small nod. The thing that was bothering her the most was that her nose was completely fine, not a single itch or sniffle. The main component of a chronoton detonator was a metallic chromium core, which she as a Tamaranian was allergic to. (Bruce had found that out the hard way, when he tried a new alloy for her wrist bracers, trying to find something that wouldn't melt under the heat of her starbolts.) If the detonator was anywhere in the docks, she should be able to track it. It would be miserable, but entirely doable.

She explained that to Robin, thinking out loud.

"But then if Slade is sending us on the wild chase for the goose," she mused anxiously, "what is his real plan?"

"Now that would be telling."

The new voice, low and dark, put them immediately on alert, both their heart-rates spiking as they scrambled to see where it had come from. Robin gripped her wrist with one hand, a fistful of throwing knives in the other, and Starfire pulled out her own staff—a simple steel bo—holding it out warily in front of her.

Slade stood there on the rooftop ledge, having somehow materialized there when they weren't looking. His single eye was staring straight at her, with an eerie gleam she found... uncomfortable.

"I'm impressed," he said, stepping down from the ledge. The two teens each took a reflexive step back. "You figured out the ruse much sooner than I expected." His gaze was raking her over, appraising, approving, like that of a proud parent. "But then you were trained by the world's greatest detective."

She bristled at the witheringly sarcastic tone Slade had used for her adopted father's title. Mouth dry, nerves fluttering with little tingles of fear across her arms, she hefted her bo into both hands.

"What do you want?" she demanded quietly.

He was still staring her down, and her stomach fluttered with discomfort.

"I've been watching you for some time now. Testing you." His words were as ominous as his looming form. "I'd heard the Bat had taken on an apprentice—an alien princess no less—and wanted to see for myself what he saw in you."

"Did I disappoint your expectations?" Starfire shot, brows narrowing angrily, gripping her staff tighter.

That creepy, proud, almost parental look again. "Exceeded them," Slade breathed. "The way you fight, my dear... it's magnificent."

Her eyes widened with fear and surprise and that was when Robin stepped between them, letting go of her wrist, that arm out to shield her.

"I think you should back off now," he growled, protectively.

Slade paid him a brief disdainful glance. "I'm not here for you, boy," he dismissed. "So don't get in my way."

Robin's eyes flicked back to Starfire, questioningly. She firmed her features and gave a tiny nod.

The boy whipped his head forward again, throwing his handful of knives.

Slade put up his arms to block, the metal nicking and bouncing off his plate armor, but a moment later caught an unexpected popper in his diaphragm, knocking him back.

"Ungh!" he grunted. He raised his guard just in time to catch Robin's fist in his chin, snapping his head aside.

Starfire rushed forward then, sweeping her staff in a wide underhand blow that knocked the man a-kilter. He stumbled back several paces on the rooftop, surprised by the joint attack.

"Sorry, we're a matched set," said Robin, all serious, flexing his wrists in preparation. "You deal with both of us."

He shot them a glare that was cold and chilling.

"Have it your way," he declared.

He straightened up and charged.

Starfire met his attack head on with a series of thrusts from her staff, then drew back, letting Robin get in close to throw a few blows. His Okaaran martial form was unpolished, but decent enough, Slade was held briefly at bay by the attack. Starfire moved in again, taking Robin's place, aiming for weak spots in Slade's armor.

Back and forth they tested each other's defenses. Slade was very strong, powerful blows whooshing through the air, quicker than he seemed for his size and weight.

He caught her unexpectedly in the face and her vision whited out, head flashing with pain.

She let out a muffled grunt and fell back, skidding on the rooftop, losing her staff. She hit the ground. Her head rang for several painful minutes; she could hear Robin's furious shout of, "Leave her alone!" and struggled to blink, to move.

She had to get... back up...

Robin gave a cry of pain. Blinking furiously to clear her head, Starfire raised herself up from the ground, hands flat as she pushed up.

She saw Robin's wrist clutched in Slade's grip, looking small and human and breakable. She watched him twist it around and down viciously behind Robin's back, almost bending the boy over. Robin's face was screwed with bald pain, he was gasping from it. Slade's other hand had him by the throat, black-gloved fingers gripped around a fragile neck and squeezing.

Righteous fury bubbled up inside her, hot and searing. Bruce had always told her to hold back her Tamaranian powers, keep them in reserve to catch her opponents off guard, but they shoved to the forefront now, all of his lessons and admonitions disappearing into a haze of pure Tamaranian wrath.

She held onto enough of her training to direct the blazing energy through her body. Focusing it. Sharpening it.

It splintered up her spine and into her head instead of down her hands, which surprised her, but she narrowed her glare at Slade, pinning him with a hateful look.

The heat grew behind her eyes, whiter and whiter until—

"Hrraaaaauggh!"

She screamed wretchedly as her eyes lit up bright green and burst forth twin beams of flaming starbolt energy, streaking straight across the distance, pinning Slade in his collar right above where he held Robin pinned.

He was thrown back from the force, releasing Robin at once, pushed all the way to the edge of the roof and Starfire kept pushing pushing, pouring on the energy streaming from her eyes.

Slade disappeared over the edge, her starbolts having pushed him clean off.

The eyebeams faded and Starfire was left panting, head reeling, shocked by what had happened. For several long moments she sat there dazed.

Reaching up to feel the singed edges of her mask, she groaned softly. Batman was going to read her the riot act for this, she thought.

She stumbled to her feet, scrambling up, falling, tripping her way to Robin, who had collapsed to his knees after being let go.

"Are you okay?" she asked waveringly.

"What..." he asked in a daze, "...was that? Your starbolts come out of your eyes now?" His blue ones glimmered with awe at her.

Grimacing, Starfire peeled off her ruined mask, taking a closer look at the burn damage. "My eyes have been itching whenever I summon my starbolts, since my Transformation," she confessed. She shook her head. "But I did not know this was going to happen."

Robin glanced anxiously towards the edge of the rooftop. "Slade. Is he—?"

He left the question unfinished as they both scrambled up to gain the ledge and look down, peering into the dark alley below.

"I do not see him," Starfire said. She didn't know whether to be afraid or relieved about that. The villain would not have been the first one she had accidentally injured with her powers but Bruce would have never let her live it down, he had always cautioned her to hold back more, trying to keep her from shattering spines and skulls with her superstrength.

"Blast!" Robin cursed. He stepped back from the ledge. "Well whoever he is, he's gone for now. Think he's still got that chronoton detonator somewhere?" he asked.

Starfire narrowed her eyes soberly. "No," she determined. She pulled to her feet and took out her communicator. "Cyborg, Raven, Beast Boy, call off the search. Slade was testing us; he does not have an actual active device."

"Greeeeeat," Beast Boy groaned over the line. "Another false lead. How many times is this guy going to yank our chains?"

Starfire didn't answer, standing numbly for a moment and watching the shadows in the alleyway.

The encounter had... unnerved her. Slade seemed to be intimately acquainted with her career and impressed with her abilities. It almost felt like he was... scouting her? Was that the word?

She shuddered. "Be safe. He escaped before we could apprehend him," she cautioned the rest of the team. "Starfire out."

She flipped the screen closed, her emotions roiling. For a moment her self-control and training didn't exist and she was hopelessly vulnerable, needing to express her fears freely without inhibition, according to her natural Tamaranian nature.

She whirled and flung arms around Robin, breath shaking.

If he was startled by her move he didn't show it, gripping her back fiercely even as he grimaced from her hard grip.

"Hey, hey," he called. "We're okay. I know that was scary but we're all right." If anyone on the team understood her, it was him, and he hugged her back just like she wanted—needed—right now.

Regaining her composure, Starfire inhaled and withdrew, arms still trembling slightly. She let herself recover for a heartbeat or two.

"I should report this to him."

"Your k'norfka?"

She smiled at his accented pronunciation of the Tamaranian word. She nodded. "He would want to know," she said.

Robin nodded too, then began checking through his belt. "And I apparently need to train a lot more," he quipped. "Galfore would be so disappointed I let that clorbag get the drop on me."

A giggle escaped her, that she quickly stifled.

"I would be only too happy to help you," she promised.

Reaching for his hand, she let a joyful thought lift her feet, floating them over the rooftops and starting the journey home.

#robstar #robin #starfire #slade #cyborg #raven #beast boy #Teen Titans #robstarweek #fanfiction #prompt fics #yeah so this was my favorite to do this year

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nereidof40k · 6 months ago

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Jago Goes to Macragge Part Two

As soon as Sevatar arrives at his flagship, the Blackbird’s Talon, Talos hurries over, waving his scanners over Alyena Secundus. The frown on his face tells Jago everything he needs to know. He curses Cawl out in Nostraman so thoroughly it’s surprising the air doesn’t catch fire.

Only interrupted by Alyena chuckling in his arms. Allowing Talos to speak. “The Blood Ravens came through. We can get that chip out right now.”

That’s the best news he has heard in a while. His grin would probably scare small children. “Let’s go.” They might actually avoid another incident.

Before long, he’s sitting in the Apotecharion, watching the two tables where his wife is currently lying as Talos carefully makes the required cut in her skull. One skull at a time.

He doesn’t blink until both devices are lying on a surgical tray. They look as sinister as they are, black with glowing green lines and circles. Each chip ending in a sharp, jagged spike, impossible to remove unless you can retract the smaller spikes, allowing it to be removed without shredding the brain.

He squeezes Alyena’s hand. She is actually healing faster than usual now. And her usual was already impressive.

The attending techmarine growls as he studies the devices, comparing them to the aquired information from the Blood Ravens. “In addition to what we knew, these devices function as psychic jammers. They make it impossible to use psyker powers without maddening pain. The fact that Lady Sevatarion could use hers at all is truly impressive. In fact she has nearly burned it out.” The one taken from Alyena Prime is looking broken and dull compared to the other.

Jago nods, looking at his wife, vowing to make Cawl’s life hell for this.

“Let her rest, Sev. But you can take her home now.” Talos interrupts his violent fantasies once Alyena’s readings are to his satisfaction. Her head already looks pretty much healed, and her eyelids are fluttering like she is about to wake up. “Jago?” She whispers, and he kisses her forehead. “I’m here, love. Let’s go home.”

It’s not long before Jago is lying in his bed, squeezed between his wife, her fingers rubbing his scalp and making him drift off. He sleeps so much better this way.

#is there an order 66 on that chip?#maybe?#nasty things #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40k oc #primarch children #oc: alyena of mars #jago sevatarion #cw surgery #yes he named his flagship after his wife #sevatar

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deadbeatbirdmom · 1 year ago

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Good news, my copy of this book arrived today:

Bad news: I don’t have a scanner, so the only pics I have were taken on my phone while struggling to hold the book open. I've attempted to keep light from reflecting off the pages in annoying places.

Although even if I did have a scanner I wouldn't have time to scan everything, this book is almost 350 pages long. Not all of it is art worth scanning, there's a fair amount of screenshots from Volumes 1 to 8 too.

The pics I have managed to take so far are under a read more cut because there's over 20 of them. Mostly Yang because she's my fav, but a fair few of team RWBY as a whole, and some of Blake, and a couple of Raven. And Jaune photobombs a couple of times too. Oh, and how can I forget Zwei? He might steal this post by being too cute.

Art from the covers.

Height charts including heels. It seems Blake’s heels from Volume 7 onwards are an inch shorter than in Volume 4 to 6.

Yang and Jaune modelling Beacon’s uniform.

Zwei concept art, showing him morphing from a lil blob.

Blake concept art, I'm not sure I've seen the bits about what's under her coat before.

Early map of Remnant. Interesting place names, but Signal isn't on Patch but elsewhere, so this isn't a final version. I wouldn't rely on it as a reliable source for writing fic.

Weiss, Blake and Yang concept art, including early versions of their emblems.

Volume 4 to 6 team RWBY.

Volume 7 onwards team RWBY.

Hoverbike chase and backgrounds concept art.

Volume 7 onwards Blake and Yang.

Yang showing off her moves. I can't help but imagine her doing this on that night off dancing with Blake, even if I think she'd look happier.

Blake T posing turnaround.

Blake showing off her moves.

Yang and her fiery punch.

Raven’s bandit camp, excuse my fingers. Oddly enough I think it's using the outline of Yang in her DGAS outfit as a reference for scale inside the tent. She certainly seems to be lacking her right arm below the elbow.

Yang retrieving the Relic of Knowledge.

Raven outside Haven's Vault.

Yang slamming her fists together.

Yang’s turn to T pose.

Blake T posing again.

Raven joining in with T posing.

That's all I've got, apart from a couple of things for separate posts. This one is more than long enough. Let me know if there's anything you're hoping to see from this book, and I'll see if I can share it. You might be better off hoping someone else has the book and a scanner.

#long post #RWBY Archives Remnant Promenade #RWBY concept art #Yang Xiao Long #Blake Belladonna #team RWBY #RWBY Zwei #Raven Branwen

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return-to-twisted-wonderland · 8 months ago

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New Headmage: Staff Room

[Night Raven College - Headmage's Office.]

Yuu (Looks at Crewel, Trein, Vargas, and Sam): It's come to our attention that you 4 don't have a proper Staff Room. Therefore, we constructed one for you. Marcus.

Marcus (Hands Scanner Cards to The Staff Members): These scanner cards will allow you access to the Staff Room.

Sam: Um... You know I'm not technically a Staff Member cause I don't work on campus, right?

Marcus: Wrong. Staff Members grant a service to the Students. The Teachers teach & your shop is an essential part of Night Raven College, therefore you are a Staff Member, Sam.

Yuu (Hands a folder to Marcus): Can you take this to the Requisitions Office on your way to show them the Staff Room?

Marcus (Takes Folder): Understood. (Look at the Staff Members) Follow me, please. (Walks off)

Sam (Looks at Crewel, Trein, and Vargas): Are we sure they are kids? Don't they seem too... mature?

Trein, smiles: They grew into find young adults.

Crewel: It's just a shame we didn't get to see them grow up.

Vargas, claps Trein and Crewel on the back: Hey! But they're here now!

Sam, nods: And you can be there for them as well.

#twisted wonderland #return home au #marcus trein #mozus trein #twst sam #divus crewel #ashton vargas #yuu crowley

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deep-dive · 2 years ago

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2023

albums/eps: a.s.o. - a.s.o. Amaarae - Fountain Baby Amnesia Scanner & Freeka Tet - STROBE.RIP André 3000 - New Blue Sun ANOHNI and the Johnsons - My Back Was a Bridge for You to Cross Anthony Naples - Orbs bar italia - Tracey Denim Beach Fossils - Bunny Ben Vida, Yarn/Wire & Nina Dante - The Beat My Head Hit Beverly Glenn-Copeland - The Ones Ahead Biosphere - N-Plants Blonde Redhead - Sit Down for Dinner Bored Lord - Name It Call Super - Eulo Cramps Carly Rae Jepsen - The Loveliest Time Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want to Turn Into You Chuquimamani-Condori - DJ E Cole Police - If I Don’t See You in the Future, I’ll See You in the Pasture Dean Blunt - Give me a moment DJ Lostboi - Music for Landings DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - Destiny Double Virgo - hardrive heat seeking Eartheater - Powders The Embassy - E-Numbers Everything But the Girl - Fuse Fever Ray - Radical Romantics Freak Heat Waves - Mondo Tempo Headache - The Head Hurts but the Heart Knows the Truth Hiroyuki Onogawa - August in the Water: Music for Film 1995-2005 Jam City - Jam City Presents EFM James Ivy - Everything Perfect Jessy Lanza - Love Hallucination Jim Legxacy - homeless n****a pop music Joanne Robertson - Blue Car Jonnine - Maritz Kelela - Raven Khotin - Release Spirit Kota Hoshino, Shoi Miyazawa - Armored Core VI OST Laurel Halo - Atlas Loraine James - Gentle Confrontation Maria BC - Spike Field mark william lewis - Living Matmos - Return to Archive MIZU - Distant Intervals ML Buch - Suntub Noriko Tujiko - Crépuscule I & II Nourished by Time - Erotic Probiotic 2 Oneohtrix Point Never - Again Osmotic & Fennesz - Senzatetto Pierre Rousseau - Mémoire De Forme Purelink - Signs Ryuichi Sakamoto - 12 Sofia Courtesies - Madres ssaliva - sector6park/counterfeit Sufjan Stevens - Javelin Tim Hecker - No Highs Tirzah - trip9love…??? Wild Nothing - Hold Yves Tumor - Praise a Lord Who Chews but Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds) µ-Ziq - 1977 7038634357 - Neo Seven

songs: a.s.o. - Love in the Darkness Addison Rae - I got it bad Alex Kassian - Leave Your Life (Lonely Hearts Mix) Amaarae - Reckless & Sweet Amnesia Scanner & Freeka Tet - Clown André - Ants To You, Gods To Who ? ANOHNI and the Johnsons - Can’t ANOHNI and the Johnsons - It Must Change Anthony Naples - Silas Armin van Buuren & Punctual - On & On (ft. Alina) bambinodj - High as Ever Still Passin' Through (Remix) bar italia - Nocd Baths - Do I Make the World Worse Beach Fossils - Don’t Fade Away Beverly Glenn-Copeland - People of the Loon Bibio & Óskar Guðjónsson - Sunbursting Björk & Rosalía - Oral Blawan - Toast Bored Lord - Wait Wait Wait bvdub - Days on Heaven and Earth Call Super - Coppertone Elegy Carly Rae Jensen - Psychedelic Switch Caroline Polachek - Bunny Is a Rider (Doss Remix) Caroline Polachek - Crude Drawing of an Angel Chuquimamani-Condori - Eat My Cum Chuquimamani-Condori - Know Dean Blunt - Rinsed (ft. TYSON) Dj Lostboi - PUF 2 LAX DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - For Now and Forever Double Virgo - gainfully deployed EASYFUN - Long Long Time The Embassy - Amnesia ESP - North Fever Ray - Kandy Freak Heat Waves & Cindy Lee - In a Moment Divine Fwea-Go Hit - Back Wildin Headache - That Thing with the Rabbit Headache - Truism 4 Dummies Hemlocke Springs - sever the blight Hudson Mohawke & Nikki Nair - Demuro Ike - Rose Quartz Jam City - Magnetic James K & hoodie - Ether Jessy Lanza - Don’t Cry On My Pillow Jim Legxacy - amnesia111 Jim Legxacy - candy reign (!) Jonnine - Tea For Two (Boo) Kelela - Divorce Khotin - Computer Break (Late Mix) Kylie Minogue - Hold on to Now Laurel Halo, Bendik Giske, Lucy Railton & James Underwood - Earthbound Loraine James - Tired of Me Lorenzi - Lonely Cowboy Tales (Crayon Moon Remix) LSDXOXO - Devil’s Chariot Maria BC - Still Maria BC - Watcher mark william lewis - Living Mc LcKaiique, MC Celo BK & DJ Jeeh FDC - Quem Tá de Motão, Vou Sarrar Puta Na Marcone (ft. DJ Biel Divulga) ML Buch - High speed calm air tonight Nation & Ecco2k - Ça Va Nicole Dollanganger - Gold Satin Dreamer Nourished by Time - Rain Water Promise Oliver Coates - One Without Oneohtrix Point Never - Krumville Purelink - We Should Keep Going Shoi Miyazawa - Rough and Decent Slayyyter - Miss Belladonna Sufjan Stevens - Shit talk Tim Hecker - Total Garbage Tirzah - u all the time Troye Sivan - Got Me Started Wild Nothing - Suburban Solutions Yves Tumor - Echolalia Yves Tumor - Fear Evil Like Fire µ-Ziq - 4am

mixes: CFCF - CFCF for TERMINAL 27 Chuquimamani-Condori - Fact Mix 937 PC Music - 10 Physical Therapy - car culture remissions vol. 4 plush - LIVE AT SKSKSKSK S-candalo - Fact Mix 897 WHY BE - OdyXxey Radio Mix

movies: Afire (Christian Petzold) All the Beauty and the Bloodshed (Laura Poitras) E6-D7 (Eno Swinnen) Evil Dead Rise (Lee Cronin) Grown in Darkness (Devin Shears) How Do You Live? (Hayao Miyazaki) The Killer (David Fincher) Killers of the Flower Moon (Martin Scorsese) Knock at the Cabin (M. Night Shyamalan) Last Summer (Catherine Breillat) May December (Todd Haynes) Oppenheimer (Christopher Nolan) The Outwaters (Robbie Banfitch) Rotting in the Sun (Sebastián Silva) Showing Up (Kelly Reichardt) The Zone of Interest (Jonathan Glazer)

games: Alan Wake II Armored Core VI: Fires of Rubicon Baldur’s Gate III Blasphemous II Diablo IV Humanity Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Lies of P Metroid Prime Remastered Octopath Traveler II Pikmin 4 Star Ocean: The Second Story R Super Mario Bros. Wonder Theatrhythm Final Bar Line Wo Long: Fallen Dynasty

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silver-inked-quill · 4 months ago

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Hey darling, I don't know if requests are still open, but I had this idea in my head for a while and I need to share. Imagine Matthew Fairchild (I love him so much and he deserves love) x reader who's actually a time traveler. Like a nephilim reader, living in the same year as Jace, Clary etc, gets caught in a portal during a mission and ends up in the past. The shock of reality would be so funny to me.

Time Warp Ch.1

Pair: Matthew Fairchild x reader Lightwood

Words: 1374

Summary: reader comes from the future 2012 and saves Matthew, and they have a sparkle

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“Matthew!” I heard James call but it was already too late- there was a large tentacle throwing me into Thames- The cold water stung into my skin like needles- I wondered momentarily, was it always at this temperature? Everything was a blur and the rum I had drunk earlier was certainly the most aiding. I felt arms- they were slender- too feminine to be James’ at this point- or at least this was the sensation they offered. Who ever this was they knew how to save someone from drowning waters. I smelled an essence of cherry. Definitely not James.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice came out hoarser than I realized.

“Keep your strength-.” She spoke out of breath- it choked as she was swimming on the shoreline. Her voice oddly familiar.

“Who- who are you?” I asked again a bit more weak- my tone persistent- not sure how I managed that.

“I could ask you the same thing stranger, since I am the one saving you…” She said- her accent was American… It was like Tessa’s, mother of my parabatai.

“Where are you from?” I asked her as she pushed me to the shore- I stumbled on my feet as she dragged herself out as well and kneeled to catch her breath. She was dressed weird- I wasn’t sure how to define exactly what looked bizarre. Her hair were black, silk black as if a raven would soon unfold and flee from them, her eyes had make up on, mascara was running in small rivers on her cheeks as she pulled her hair back, her eyes blue, dark blue and her posture confident. She was wearing leather that had attached equipment on it, it looked so good that had me wondering, why the hell did we never had such things, that would make our lives easier during a hunt.

“New York, Y/N Lightwood…” she said and looked around, the confidence in her gaze was slowly stripped away and I realized there was fear and awe, she stared around like she had been there for the first time. It was almost the same feeling as I witnessed her outfit, she was dressed in black, leather, it deleted the shape of her body perfectly she looked around. “Where the hell am I?” She exclaimed.

“Where were you supposed to be?” I asked her and stood up tossing my coat loose as it was destroy by the dirty water of Thames.

“London” she responded absent mindedly taking in her surroundings, her eyes were gleaming.

“You are in London…” I remarked looking at her features, she looked much like Aunt Cecily.

“London 2012” She corrected me before looking up at me- she seemed comfortable talking to me, she didn’t find it scandalous that we were alone. “This isn’t 2016- you look- you look like you came out a Jane Austen Novel… Your clothes- everything is too Victorian… Does even Mozart exist?” she sighed and rubbed her face.

“Yes he died like a hundred years ago… 2012- as in the year? Like a few hundred years later?” I asked her and she seemed freaked out and nodded.

Y/N

I took out my seraph blade as I saw a shilluette unsinking from the shadows, it was a boy- it looked a bit younger than the one I rescued from Thames. “Matthew!” he exclaimed and hugged him. He seemed worried.

“I am okay… Do not concern yourself.” Matthew smiled and rubbed the other boy’s back. “This is James Herondale… my parabatai… Y/N Lightwood, the girl who saved me.” He smiled and James’ eyes were like a scanner, surveyed me head to toe. “And she is a problem…”

“Oh thank you very much” I exclaimed annoyed.

“What are you wearing and what is this belt? Did you make it on your own?” James asked as he stared at it.

“No- it was a gift from- family heirloom from my twin’s parabatai—” I said not realizing that I ought not spoil the future.

“She is from 2016- so she says- but I mean look at her… they hair the clothes. It looks futuristic…” Matthew spoke up and James turned at me and looked at me, taking in the observations his parabatai made.

“How did you end up- here…” James asked and looked at me, the panic and the distress was slowly started taking its toll.

“I- I had to visit the head of the London institute for a file about an old accord that was taking place at the London institute- I am in my traveling year… I used the portal… And I ended up here.” I explained and looked around “What year is it?” I asked panicking more.

“1901” James announced and my breath hitched.

Matthew placed his hands on my shoulder “Ease up Y/N/N… We will fix this- and if not we shall find a way… Lets go to the institute- Your father James should alert Brother Zachariah and Magnus Bane.” He suggested and my face lit up immediately.

“Yes! Magnus- Magnus is here- here for a few more years…” I exclaimed feeling some sort of relief.

“You know Magnus?” James wondered puzzled.

“Of course she does Jamie, Mr. Bane is an icon through out the years-.” Matthew spoke and I could see heart eyes flourishing.

“Magnus- he has assisted my family… and he is, also- my brother’s spouse...” I explained briefly.

Later-

“Papa?” James exclaimed the moment we entered the institute and a man, tall and muscular appeared, his hair black with small gray roots that were loose. He was charming but rather old, perhaps older than he looked.

“What is going on James-? Why are you screaming like bridget when she sing?” The man said, his welsh accent echoing in the hallways, I had started shaking both me and Matthew. His gaze fell on me. Ella- he whispered. “Who are you? How old are you” he asked- his gaze getting more serious than expected.

“Y/N Lightwood- 19…” I spoke, he was more scary than my mother- which I thought until this day that was impossible, and it turns out it wasn’t the only thing possible after all. “And I am from 2016-.”

“give her clothes and keep her contained in a room-.” He spoke abruptly.

“Papa she saved Matthew- perhaps we-.” James started off saying.

“No- give her a pair of clothes and a towel and keep her in the guestroom… Alone!” the man said and rushed out. Matthew squeezed my shoulder like let me take you to the room- James will bring us clothes.

Matthew led me to the room and I looked around confused. “These all must be quiet- unsettling. Right?” he asked me and I nodded my gaze falling to my hands as I sat down on the bed. “We will figure it out…”he smiled and placed his hand over my shoulder. I leaned closer to him. He hugged me and I let out a shacky breath. “Do you have siblings?” he asked me and I nodded nuzzled to his neck

“A twin, and two younger siblings, and my twins parabarai… we all grew up together. I ampractically the eldest.” I said, clearing my throat as a lumb was growing and I swallowed it.

Matthew snorted close to my ear, “Wow, I have an older brother…” he added, I didn’t speak, I simply stayed, his arms around me were oddly comforting. “Thank you-.” He said and looked at me, I turned to look up to him puzzled.

“Why?” I asked him

“You rescued me a gentleman in distress from Thames’ wrath.” He spoke, his heavy British accent was rather attractive, he looked into my eyes. “Your eyes are pretty.” He said.

“And your eyes are rare.” I smiled softly and looked at him, I could smell the alcohol into his breath- it wasn’t mainstream and cheap, it smelt expensive rum. “I like your era.” I whispered. “I read books about it- The romanticism- the bohemes- the gentleness and morality of it… the respect- the clothing…” I say and I smile looking at his clothes. “Its pretty…” I smiled and he smiled back.

“Whatever- happens I mean with Bane or Jem… Brother Zachariah…” He confessed and smiled at me, “I am here.” He said

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