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X-Force #28 Preview
X-Force #28 Preview #MARVEL #marvelcomics #comics #comicbooks #news #mcu #art #info #NCBD #comicbooknews #previews #reviews #xmen #houseofx #wolverine #xforce #destinyofx #reignofx #xforceannual
X-Force #28 Preview: IT’S QUENTIN QUIRE, #&%$! CEREBRAX stalks the island of Krakoa, and no one is safe! Its hunger for minds is insatiable…but what happens when it absorbs the minds — and powers — of the most powerful mutants?! X-FORCE will have to STEP. IT. UP. – and QUENTIN QUIRE leads the way!
BENJAMIN PERCY • ROBERT GILL (A)
Cover by JOSHUA CASSARA
Variant Cover by SKAN
Stormbreakers…
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paint my soul, gentle brushstrokes ― park sunghoon
preview. migrating to a new country with a scholarship, away from the whirlpool of toxicities, to study at an art college, you thought you could settle in serenity. maybe your expectations of various things were high. you were far from peace, in fact, you didn't fit in at all. from the students to the professors, everyone despised you. except that particular professor, park sunghoon. the one who taught art, the only one you could open up to.
genre. student! reader x professor! sunghoon. angst. fluff. slow burn. forbidden love.
warnings. DARK THEMES!!! smut. family issues. mentions of depression. suicidal thoughts. cheating. age gap! (9 years). reader is (19). sunghoon is (28). bullying. unfair treatment. love starved reader. morally grey characters. mentions of death/ getting killed. mentions of abuse. nightmares. anxiety. a bunch of mental illnesses.
Comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated
🎬― 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖
you force your way through the crowded corridors of students, pushing past a sea of bodies that all seem to be eyeing you with some degree of judgment. the exciting chatters, sound of boys mucking around with their mates buzzed in the hallways like a typical high school.
you took a deep breath to calm your nerves. you just had to navigate to the principle's office and your good to go to class. lost in those unnecessary thoughts of yours, you bump into someone. you almost fell backwards but thank goodness you didn't. you were so close to embarrassing yourself on your first day.
you look up to take in that the person was an insanely gorgeous man. the way his bangs fell over his forehead, how his sharp jawline framed his face, the moles scattered across his features, fangs resting on soft pink lips, you memorized it all. the act of apologizing had long slipped off your mind as you were occupied with staring.
a chuckle snapped the train of your thoughts, bringing you back to reality. "take a picture. it'll last longer" the male stated, a smile tugging at his lips. "oh! i apologize for bumping into you!" you bowed. "that's alright. are you new here? haven't seen you around" he interrogated curiously. "i'm y/n. i've just transferred here" you answered, your shy personality affecting the tone of your voice.
"i'm park sunghoon. and mr park to you. i'll be teaching you art" he spoke in a casual way. you apologized again as his words hit you that he's a professor. you were amusing to him. from your shy demeanor to the way you fidget nervously, everything about you seems so innocent. "c-can you please direct me to the principle's office?" you stuttered out, hoping to get an answer before he leaves.
"come i'll show you" he grinned "the hallways are complicated. follow me" he lead the way. it then drawn on you that every eye in the hall was on you. you were so absorbed in the interaction with sunghoon that you didn't catch the scowls and daggers that they sent. he must be popular to own his own fanbase. you pushed all those thoughts aside as you followed him to the office, hoping the corridors will never end so you could always follow his lead.
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A preview of Wolverine #44
WOLVERINE #44
SABRETOOTH WAR—PART 4!
Death has followed LOGAN for over a century. But as the blood pools and the gravestones pile up around him, what happens when SABRETOOTH kills again? The fallout of significant mutant deaths, and a desperate tactical play by WOLVERINE and X-FORCE turns the SABRETOOTH WAR on its head!
Written by: Victor LaValle, Benjamin Percy
Art by: Cory Smith, Frank D’Armata
Cover by: Leinil Francis Yu, Romulo Fajardo Jr.
Page Count: 28 Pages
Release Date: February 28, 2024
#Wolverine#Logan#James Howlett#Sage#Tessa#Black Tom Cassidy#black tom#Thomas Cassidy#Aurora#Jeanne Marie Beaubier#Northstar#Jean Paul Beaubier#Domino#Neena Thurman#Colossus#Piotr Rasputin#X Force#X Men#XForce#XMen#marvel preview#marvel
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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
The Kinktober Prompt list I'm using can be found here. And the hentai manga for the art of the banner can be found here.
Inconsistent updates and some prompts or characters may change
Day 1: Praise & Lipstick || Obito Uchiha
Day 2: Mutual Masturbation || Gaara of the Sand
Day 3: Touchless Orgasm || Kakashi Hatake
Day 4: Dominance/Submission || Madara Uchiha & Obito Uchiha
Day 5: Aphrodisiacs || Shino Aburame (For @justmyownreality)
Day 6: Hair-pulling || Gaara of the Sand
Day 7: Face-fucking & A/B/O || Kakashi Hatake
Day 8: Blindfolds & Loud || Orochimaru (Naruto Series) (For @sneetsnoot)
Day 9: Spitting & Outdoors || Hashirama Senju
Day 10: Wet Dreams & Spreader Bars || Sasori of the Red Sand
Day 11: Dry Humping || Dedue Molinaro x Byleth Eisner (For @skydaddy01)
Day 12: Phone Sex || Itachi Uchiha (For @hashira-mal)
Day 13: Finger Sucking & Monster Fucking || Tobirama Senju
Day 14: Size Difference || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner
Day 15: Recording || Hidan (Naruto Series) & Kakazu (Naruto Series)
Day 16: Overstimulation & Teacher/Student || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner
Day 17: Mirrors & Bladder Control || Sylvain Gautier x Byleth Eisner
Day 18: Ice Cubes & Fellatio || Neji Hyuga
Day 19: Forced Orgasm & Transformation || Seteth x Byleth Eisner
Day 20: Glory Hole || Sylvain Gautier x Byleth Eisner
Day 21: Fingering & Blood || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner
Day 22: Pantyhose, Creampie, & Orgasm Control || Kakashi Hatake & Obito Uchiha
Day 23: Spit-Roasting & Handcuffs || Hashirama Senju & Madara Uchiha
Day 24: Accidental Stimulation || Rock Lee
Day 25: Voice Kink & Gags || Madara Uchiha
Day 26: Discipline || Kankuro (Naruto Series) (For @therantingfangirl)
Day 27: Massages || Might Guy
Day 28: Breast Worship, Stranger Sex, & Cum Dumpster || Kankuro (Naruto Series) & Kiba Inuzuka (For @therantingfangirl and @justmyownreality)
Day 29: Lap Dance || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner
Day 30: Humiliation & Pillow Talk || Madara Uchiha
Day 31: Free Day || Season 2 Preview
tagged list: @therantingfangirl @justmyownreality @hashira-mal @skydaddy01
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Madness Uncontained
Today is the anniversary for Madness Combat's debut on Newgrounds, Madness Day. So enjoy this little insanity I made.
Item Number: SCP 013-NV
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: The anomaly is currently at large. MTF Epsilon 6 "Village Idiots" is to respond to confirmed sightings. Upon capture, SCP 013-NV is to be placed in a 5 m x 5 m x 5 m reinforced steel cell with dim lightning to avoid any damage to it's eyes. SCP 013-NV must be sedated before any relocation or cleaning of its cell should occur.
Description: SCP 013-NV is a humanoid creature measuring approximately 1.5 meters in height. It has gray skin with a texture similar to clay with a thick durability. It's left hand constantly floats despite absence of an arm. The entity's right arm is abnormally large with the shoulder to mid-elbow mahogany red and the remainder pitch black. Yellow stripes and pale yellow spines adorn the red section of its arm. It is hypothesized that at some point, SCP 013-NV's arm had been torn off before regenerating.
Few eyewitness reports state that the entity appears to have a metal prothestic lower jaw and jagged teeth protruding down from the upper jaw. One survivor of an SCP 013-NV attack stated that it had no eyes or nose but a gray faded line cross instead.
The entity is covered in unknown issue black combat fatigue in varying states of disrepair. Outfit consists of: bullet proof armor plate, one fingerless glove, one face mask, one black bandana, red lensed goggles, steel sole boots, helmet with built in mouth guard, and black trenchcoat. SCP 013-NV always carries with it a katana made from an unknown alloy bearing a dragon shaped hilt. Etched on the blade is Tai characters that translates to 'Crush, Kill, Destroy.'
SCP 013-NV is very hostile and easy to agitate. It will kill the one that angers it alongside bodily harm any person in it's vicinity. The entity is highly adept at using various weapons such as knives, firearms, swords and even everyday objects like toothbrush with lethal effectiveness.
SCP 013-NV appears to have some form of electrokinesis that appears as blackish grey electricity. It often uses this ability to move objects or heavily maim targets with enough power to tear apart a truck's haul in a single punch.
SCP 013-NV was discovered in Eureka, Nevada on 9-22-2022. Numerous reports of brutal deaths and glowing red eyes through the small town had marketed an investigation by Agent ____ and Agent ___. The entity was spotted feasting on a coyote in the town's junkyard.
Agent ___ was requesting an MTF squad for backup when something alerted the entity of their presence. SCP 013-NV tossed the carcass at both agents before fleeing the scene. Mobile Task Force manage to catch up to the entity at _______.
Upon being provoked, SCP 013-NV viciously attacked personal with lethal efficiency. The anomaly escaped albeit badly wounded leaving 28 casualties and 2 survivors. There has been no confirmed sightings so far.
"What in the world??" "Hey, it's alright. I won't hurt you. Those injuries look very bad. Let's get you clean and patched up." "By the way, what's your name?" " Hank J. Wimbleton? My name is (Y/N). It's nice to meet you."
Something new I wanted to try out with this. I've never written a report like this so I hope it turns out well. NV does stand for Nevada since any Madness Combat characters that get involved will pop up in said state.
Still in a writing funk so updates are going to be sporadic. You can consider this a preview of sorts. Until next time folks, continue to thrive in the madness.
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If neutrons were emerging in deep voids we need to know if we could detect them. They fall apart into a proton, an electron and an antineutrino. So....
What is the cross section of proton electron interaction at a density of one particle per cubic meter and particle speeds of 0.9c
The cross-section of a proton-electron interaction refers to the effective area that the two particles would "see" when they approach each other. It is usually measured in units of barns (1 barn = 10^-28 m^2).
At a density of one particle per cubic meter, the mean free path between a proton and an electron can be estimated as the inverse of the product of the cross-sectional area and the particle density. Assuming a point-like interaction between the two particles, we can use the formula:
mean free path = 1 / (sigma * n)
where sigma is the cross-section and n is the density.
To calculate the cross-section of a proton-electron interaction at a speed of 0.9c (where c is the speed of light), we need to take into account the relativistic effects of the particles. At this high speed, the interaction is dominated by the electromagnetic force.
The cross-section for proton-electron scattering can be calculated using quantum electrodynamics (QED) and is given by the Mott formula:
sigma = (2pialpha2*E2) / (4Emec**4sin(theta/2)**4)
where alpha is the fine-structure constant (approximately 1/137), E is the energy of the incoming proton, me is the electron mass, c is the speed of light, and theta is the scattering angle.
Assuming an energy of 1 GeV for the proton (which corresponds to a relativistic factor of about 2.2), and a scattering angle of 90 degrees (which maximizes the cross-section), we can calculate the cross-section:
sigma = (2pi(1/137)*2(1 GeV)2) / (4(1 GeV)mec**4sin(pi/4)**4) = 1.8 x 10^-31 m^2
Using this value and the given density of 1 particle per cubic meter, we can estimate the mean free path:
mean free path = 1 / (sigma * n) = 5.5 x 10^32 m
This means that at this density, the proton and electron would typically travel a distance of 5.5 x 10^32 meters (which is many orders of magnitude larger than the size of the observable universe) before interacting with each other.
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OV388 - 2022 Year in Review – Best Movies of the Year and Viewing Stats
Happy New Year and welcome to The Obsessive Viewer’s 2022 Year in Review episode! It’s our annual episode where Tiny, Mike, and I share our movie viewing stats for the year and our top ten favorite movies lists. So join us as we reflect on another year in our TENTH Year in Review episode!
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Timestamps
Show Start - 00:28
Thoughts on Our Years - 06:45
Stats and Stat Tracking
Mike’s 2022 Stats - 13:45
Tiny’s 2022 Stats - 18:55
Matt’s 2022 Stats - 23:06
Honorable Mentions and Movies We Missed
Movies We Missed - 39:11
Honorable Mentions - 45:30
Top Tens of 2022
Numbers Ten to Six - 57:40
Numbers Five to Two - 1:50:40
Our Number Ones - 2:35:26
2023 Movies We're Looking Forward To - 2:45:20
The Obsessive Viewer Top Ten in Ten Years of Podcasting - 2:49:12
Closing the Ep - 2:57:06
Links to Coverage from Our Guests Over the Year
Ben Sears - The Movie State - Best of 2022
Sam Watermeier - The Whale
Brent Leuthold - Brent's Top 10 Films of 2022
Andy Carr - Odd Trilogies Podcast: Logan & Andy's Top 10 of 2022
Joe Shearer - Weird: The Al Yankovic Story
Mitch Ringenberg - Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery
Matt's Top Ten of 2022
Marcel the Shell with Shoes On
RRR
After Yang
Scream
Everything Everywhere All At Once
Aftersun
Decision to Leave
Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery
TÁR
The Whale
Tiny's Top Ten of 2022
Marcel the Shell with Shoes On
The Northman
All Quiet on the Western Front
Weird: The Al Yankovic Story
RRR
Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery
After Yang
Top Gun: Maverick
Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness
Bullet Train
Mike's Top Ten of 2022
Scream
Top Gun: Maverick
Everything Everywhere All At Once
X
Vengeance
The Whale
The Menu
Pearl
Bodies Bodies Bodies
RRR
The Obsessive Viewer Top 20 Movies in Ten Years of Podcasting
Avengers: Endgame (2019)
Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)
Doctor Sleep (2019)
Arrival (2016)
It (2017)
Hereditary (2018)
Eighth Grade (2018)
Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2015)
Captain America: The Winter SoldIer (2014)
Star Trek Into Darkness (2013)
Marcel the Shell with Shoes On (2022)
Green Room (2016)
Invisible Man, The (2020)
RRR (2022)
Gravity (2013)
Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)
Marriage Story (2019)
Scream (2022)
Star Wars: The Last Jedi (2017)
Top Gun: Maverick (2022)
Related Links
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Mic Info
Matt: ElectroVoice RE20, RØDEcaster Pro II (Processing: DeEsser, High Pass Filter, and Master Compellor enabled) – Recorded in the Living Room
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Links to Select Coverage Over the Year
My Complete 2022 Archive
My Top Ten Movies of 2022 and Thoughts on the Year
OV363 – Scream (2022)
OV367 – Everything Everywhere All At Once – X, Summer Movie Preview, and OV’s New Theme Song
OV368 – Extended Potpourri – Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Euphoria, Language Lessons, The Gilded Age, The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent, and The Adam Project
OV370 – Top Gun: Maverick (2022) & Watcher (2022) – Guest: Brent Leuthold (AwakeInTheDark.com)
OV372 – The Northman (2022) & Jurassic World: Dominion (2022) – Happiness (1998), and Lightyear (2022) – Guest: Sam Watermeier (Midwest Film Journal)
OV377 – Vengeance (2022) & Prey (2022) – Guests: Andy Carr (Odd Trilogies Podcast) & Joe Shearer (Medium Cool Podcast and Midwest Film Journal)
OV386 – Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022) & Smile (2022) – Guests: Andy Carr (Odd Trilogies Podcast & Film Yap) and Mitch Ringenberg (Midwest Film Journal)
OV387 – IFJA Ten Best Films of 2022 – Guest: Sam Watermeier (Midwest Film Journal)
Past Year in Review Episodes
OV034 – 2013 Year in Review, Top Movies and Viewing Stats
OV089 – 2014 in Review Part I – Viewing Stats and Worst Movies
OV090 – 2014 in Review Part II – Best Movies of 2014
OV148 – 2015 in Review – Best and Worst Movies of the Year and Viewing Stats
OV199 – 2016 Year in Review – Best and Worst Movies of the Year and Viewing Stats
OV231 – 2017 Year in Review – Best and Worst Movies of the Year and Viewing Stats
OV266 – 2018 Year in Review – Best and Worst Movies of the Year and Viewing Stats
OV306 – 2019 Year in Review – Best Movies of the Year and Viewing Stats
OV332 – 2020 Year in Review – Best Movies of the Year and Viewing Stats
OV361 – 2021 Year in Review – Best Movies of the Year and Viewing Stats
Episode Homepage: ObsessiveViewer.com/OV388
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X-Force #28 Review
X-Force #28 Review #MARVEL #marvelcomics #comics #comicbooks #news #mcu #art #info #NCBD #comicbooknews #previews #reviews #xmen #houseofx #wolverine #xforce #destinyofx #reignofx #xforceannual
Writer: Benjamin Percy
Art: Robert Gill, GURU- eFX, VC’s Joe Carmagna, Tom Muller, Jay Bowen, Dean White, and Joshua Cassara
Publisher: Marvel Comics
Price: $4.99
Release Date: May 18th, 2022
One of the “extra” Cerebro helmets has gained sentience. And after evading its seedbed, it slaughtered Forge devouring his brain as a full course meal. Now X-FORCE is on the scene, aspiring to track down…
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Preview: X-Force #28
X-Force #28 preview. CEREBRAX stalks the island of Krakoa, and no one is safe! #comics #comicbook
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Can I Love? — masterlist
Summary. Lee Y/N was the first love of one when he was a middle schooler. He never knew her name and he never saw her again. Several years later, he met her again …unfortunately under a disadvantaged circumstances.
Pairings. female reader x S.Coups x The8 x Wonwoo (and little bro!Dino)
Genre. college!au, friends to lovers!au, teenager puppy love (is this even a thing??? i totally make this term up lmao), unrequited love
Chapters.
preview 1; preview 2
1. here we go again
2. which y/n?
3. in need of support to survive
4. it was him
5. hate is a strong word
6. obsessed with dinosaurs
7. how are we still friends
8. kim mingyu is a traitor
9. big bro collector
10. sos
10.5. xmh best boy
11. mingyu not you again
11.5. quick witted mingyu
12. he’s okay so stop asking
13. do you know that you look like a cat?
14. if i fit, i sit
15. thank you, next
16. you’re in the club now
17. chan is possessed by an evil spirit
18. don't underestimate my bakery
19. i'll give you my blessings
20. major character development
21. it’s so on
22. wonwoo the saviour
23. pinky promise
24. lee chan, breathe
25. new roommate
26. nice try
27. honestly this is crazy
28. i hate my friends
29. i think i’m okay but fuck you
30. here we go again
31. join forces with the tiger
32. y/n is meditating
33. the tolerable ones
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A preview of X-Force
X-FORCE #46
A TALE OF TWO BROTHERS! MIKHAIL RASPUTIN has been secretly controlling his brother, PIOTR RASPUTIN, A.K.A. COLOSSUS. Plans change. The control ebbs. Revenge is to be had. But at what cost? At last, the brotherly battle brewing the past four years in X-FORCE boils over—Mikhail vs. Colossus!
LEGACY #286
Written by: Benjamin Percy
Art by: Robert Gill, Guru-eFX
Cover by: Daniel Acuña
Page Count: 28 Pages
Release Date: November 8, 2023
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I’ve started posting my sequel to Midnight Sky on my AO3 account.
There will be quite a bit of smut in this one since both Adrian Chase and OC Geri Fisher were blue balled at the end of the last story.
Here’s a preview!
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The Look: Chapter 1
Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Supernatural OC
After the initial shock from the nation wore off after Leota Adebayo’s press conference regarding Task Force X and Project Butterfly, somehow Amanda Waller had managed to sweep the whole thing under the rug. Her daughter had been thoroughly discredited and the whole thing was now thought of as a very elaborate political hoax engineered by foreign bodies. No one believed it anymore except for a few “the truth is out there” people on the internet. While no one was quite sure how Waller had done it, it just gave further evidence for exactly how terrifying that woman could be. So, Task Force X was back now, and Waller immediately started giving them the shit jobs. More often than not, she was just giving them busy work to keep them out of trouble and keep even closer tabs on them. Clearly, it was all another punishment detail. Since only Peacemaker had the bomb in his head and those threats didn’t seem to be working anymore, Waller had to get creative.
Two months after Geri Fisher left Evergreen, the team was told they would be hunting leftover cells of butterflies inhabiting the Pacific Northwest. They were currently almost to the Oregon border, their HQ about 28 minutes away from the suspected butterfly nest they came to investigate. The nest was in the middle of nowhere, and that was the closest lodging area to it.
Only it wasn’t butterflies. Whatever those things were certainly weren’t human either, even though they looked human. While their invulnerability and superhuman strength wasn’t necessarily better than the butterflies, they were definitely on par and a challenge in their own right. They nearly killed Peacemaker and Vigilante, and roughed Leota up pretty bad. The group barely got away with the van intact. Harcourt could admit when she was in over her head, and this definitely seemed like it wasn’t their thing.
But what did Waller have to say about it?
“I don’t care if it’s your ‘thing’ or not. Figure it out and take care of it. We don’t need any more problems. Understood?” Then Waller hung up on her before she could reply.
So, now they were stuck here until they “figured it out.”
It took a little over a week after that for Adrian Chase to convince the team to let him call in this so called “hunter” he kept insisting he knew.
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Read the rest on A03!
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ACOTAR Fic: Bloom & Bone (21/28) | Elain x Tamlin, Lucien x Vassa
Summary: Elain lies about a vision and winds up as the Night Court’s emissary to the Spring Court, trying to prevent the Dread Trove from falling into the wrong hands and wrestling with the gifts the Cauldron imparted when she was Made. Lucien, asked to join her, must contend with secrets about his mating bond. Meanwhile, Tamlin struggles to lead the Spring Court in the aftermath of the war with Hybern. And Vassa, the human queen in their midst, wrestles with the enchantment that turns her into a firebird by day, robbing her of the power of speech and human thought. Looming over all of them is uniquet peace in Prythian and the threat of Koschei, the death-god with unimaginable power. With powers both magical and monstrous, the quartet at the Spring Court will have to wrestle with their own natures and the evil that surrounds them. Will the struggle save their world, or doom it?
A/N: With Tamlin and Vassa on the brink of death, is there anything Elain can do to save them? You can find all previous chapters here, or read Bloom & Bone on AO3. Thank you for reading! ❤️ If you'd like to get an early preview on the next chapter, follow me on Instagram at @house.of.hurricane.
Elain has been pacing the Spring Court estate since Tamlin left, hours before dawn. Her fingers trembled so badly that Mor, come from the Night Court, was forced to button her dress, then forced Elain to sit while Mor held a cup of tea to her lips. Elain could taste the whisky in the mixture but accepted the burn in her throat without complaint, nodded when Mor told her it would be all right. She’d watched Tamlin in battle dozens of times, she said, and the Mother always protected him, you’d think a male so big would be an easy target, but Tamlin always knew exactly where to be, when to wield his magic or his sword or the shape of the beast. Mor’s babbling, Elain knows, and yet her musical voice is so soothing that it’s all she can do to keep herself from begging Mor to stay with her. But she’s here to guard Vassa, to winnow her if Koschei attacks.
She’s let Vassa down enough, Elain knows. She cannot allow her friend to be captured by Koschei, not after seeing what this second captivity has wrought, the way Vassa is crumbling.
So when the queen and the Morrigan go to the lake to await the sun, Elain stays in the estate with Lucien, alert to every sound. Finally, he retreats to the library after placing a spell on her that will alert him to the presence of another living being, and Elain takes to the halls again, her heels clicking on the marble and the old stone. Normally she would linger at the windows, comfort herself with the view of the flowers and her endless hypotheses about how to improve the garden, but now the blooms are a smear of color in her vision, refusing to become distinct and consoling.
She spends an hour in the kitchen, letting Cook boss her through the baking of the day’s bread, but eventually he shoos her away for over-kneading the dough.
If she had not promised Tamlin otherwise, she would go to the Autumn Court, no matter that the only places she knows are likely already in the thick of battle. If only she could see him for a few more moments, she thinks, striding through the estate one more time.
Mid-stride, the pain hits her. The agony begins on the left side of her torso, the place where her waist curves, and then it consumes Elain whole, a blaze of agony.
The pain makes her silent, drives her hands into fists so tight that blood seeps from between her fingers, from where her nails have punctured her palm.
“Lucien,” she breathes through the pain, though perhaps it is a scream, “someone has cast a spell on me.”
Though she can see no magic around her, detect nothing with her own powers. The attack from Koschei has begun, she realizes, and when she disappears out of the world, even though the pain remains, flaring and ebbing, she waits to hear his voice, feel the spark and crackle of his powers.
Instead she appears outside her room in Feyre and Rhys’s river house, and Rhys is muttering, “if you die like this, it’s going to look as if I killed you, and we both know this isn’t how I would kill you,” and then, despite the fire that clamps its jaws tighter on her, Elain runs until she reaches Tamlin, nearly falling out of Rhys’ arms. She knows exactly how far they’ve walked by the thick trail of blood, a shocking red against the gleaming floor.
“Get Madja,” she orders Rhys, reaching for Tamlin, a challenge in her eyes. She won’t ask what happened. There is no chance that Rhys would have left a losing battle with Tamlin instead of Cassian or Azriel. Which means that Tamlin had some plan he didn’t divulge to her. But she will be angry with him later.
Now, she only tells Rhys that she can bear Tamlin’s weight and braces herself for him, his head coming to rest on her shoulder, the blood of his injury warm on her hip. She presses her hand over the gash, walking him step by agonizing step to her bedroom, murmuring, you’re all right and hold on and please, Tamlin, please until none of those words have any meaning and her voice sounds like a shrill whine in her ears.
Finally, they reach the bedroom and she eases him as gently as she can onto her bed, pressing with all her might on his side, the magic in the wound sparking against her own. Koschei was behind this attack somehow, of this Elain is certain.
But as she presses on the wound, calling her magic up inside herself, willing it through her fingers in a golden glow, the pain in Elain’s side recedes.
She can still feel Tamlin’s blood, hot and throbbing against her palm, but Koschei’s magic is gone. All she can detect is Tamlin’s own magic, and Rhys’, where he tried his best to throw a patch on the damage.
There is still so much blood, though. Enough that a man would be dead. Elain has never much liked the sight or smell of blood, but she pushes through the bile that rises in her throat, presses her hands hard against Tamlin’s side, willing his blood to stay inside his body, for his own rapid healing to begin. Hoping it will be quick enough.
“You need to live,” she tells him, “because I want to scream at you for whatever made you decide to sacrifice yourself. And then I want to apologize for all the times I told you to do something, to lead your court. Because I didn’t realize it would hurt me so much to see you like this.”
She can still feel the warmth of the blood trying to escape his body, and Tamlin’s eyelids don’t so much as flutter. Despite his tan from so many hours spent outside, his skin is pale, going blue and gray, as if shadows have begun to claim him.
“I could’ve lived with the pain in my side,” she goes on, as if he had been listening to her, “but the pain in my heart at losing you is too much. I can follow you to the realm where the dead go, and if you die today you will find me in that world. But I want to know what it would be like to be with you in this world and unafraid. So you need to hold tight to whatever binds you here and live.”
She sets free a pulse of magic through him, not sure if it will do any good, but there is no answering gush of blood, and she hears a steadier breath leave Tamlin’s lungs. The seconds drag on and Elain holds her hands to the wound, alert to Koschei’s magic.
When the hand presses to the back of her neck, cool and dry, Elain screams.
Then she registers Madja’s scent, the calming herbs that seemed to have seeped into the healer’s skin.
With a practiced gesture, Madja slips her hands around Elain’s, then replaces them, pressing on the wound. Her magic, a white glow, surrounds Tamlin's side, spreads itself across his body.
“It is only his flesh that is harmed,” Madja says, and her voice is equal parts calming and annoyed. “I had thought from the state the High Lord was in, that there was a magical catastrophe of some kind.”
“Koschei’s magic was in the wound. It felt spiky and strange, like lightning in the air but more… evil, somehow.”
“There is nothing like that in this wound. Not even a trace of that kind of magic. I sense yours, and his, and the High Lord’s awful attempt at healing. It is as if that magic has not existed in this world, Lady.”
“You can call me Elain, Madja,” she responds, which is what she always tells the healer despite no evidence that Madja will listen, but behind her words, Elain’s mind is whirling. That she could remove Koschei’s magic from this world. There are a thousand things that she could do with that power, beginning with freeing Vassa from her curse.
She’s dimly aware of Madja’s magic as she wields it on Tamlin, knitting his flesh together, which Elain feels now in her own body, an easing inside her, the banishment of pain. She finds herself clutching at Tamlin’s hand, feeling the pulse at his wrist protesting her tight grip.
Yet inside, her mind works through the implications of this new facet of her power. This magic of Koschei’s was weaker than what she’d previously encountered, and untethered to Tamlin. It reminds her most of Beron’s magic when he interrupted the meeting of the other High Lords, and of course Koschei would have had to offer something to cement a continued alliance with the Autumn Court. Helion and Lucien could help her finesse her powers, will spend happy hours bickering over the best way to navigate the curse on Vassa.
This time, when she squeezes Tamlin’s hand, it’s because she is eager for all that awaits her, the unfolding of her plan. And this time, his fingers reach out and squeeze hers, and Elain can’t contain the little shout of joy that rises in her throat.
“Will he be all right?” she asks Madja.
“He will be weak for a few days while his body heals,” the healer says, applying a fragrant bandage to the wound, “but then it will be as if he were never harmed.”
Later, Elain will hear about the victory at the Autumn Court, how Eris claimed his throne and how Helion and the Lady of Autumn absconded to the Day Court, and joy will rise inside her, mixed with relief. But now, as Madja tightens the bandages and checks her handiwork, as color returns to Tamlin’s face, premature as it may be, this is when Elain rejoices.
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Exhaustion robs Vassa of most of her capacity for celebration. When Elain and Tamlin are returned to the Spring Court after the battle by Rhys, who recounts everything that has happened to Lucien and Vassa and the Morrigan, who has remained faithful to her duties as a guard, the most Vassa can manage is a smile that reveals her teeth. She wants to lean in to Lucien, pillow her head with his shoulder, but even the idea of the pain of that gesture will involve robs the desire from her, sends her to the opposite corner of the couch, tucked into herself so that there is less of her to touch.
She wants to rejoice for Eris but she worries about the curse on him, which Lucien says resembles the architecture of her own. Koschei feels only a whisper away, the grip of his magic so strong that it seems as if his own hands brush against her, polluting her. But she does not have the resolve to point this out to the grinning members of the Night Court, not after Morrigan’s bright chatter kept her distracted all day, and Vassa does not have the capacity to tear at the fragile hope in Rhys’s eyes. She should have the strength to hold Lucien close and allow him to mourn or celebrate the deaths of his other brothers however he wants, but it’s as if a thousand sleepless nights now press in on her, painful and muffling, so that she can only think of what she requires in each moment. And the idea of holding Lucien close, letting his touch cause her pain, is beyond what Vassa can currently bear.
Instead, after Rhys and the Morrigan leave, she hovers at the threshold of Tamlin’s room, where Elain has carefully arranged him on the bed. Lucien has quickly established himself on a deep armchair, his feet propped up on a low table as he works on a worn parchment which Vassa knows quite well. It contains a detailed analysis of her curse.
“You don’t know if the bond played a role,” Lucien is saying to Elain, who looks up from the fragrant compress she’s laid on Tamlin’s forehead just long enough to wrinkle her nose in annoyance.
“Even if it did, I don’t see how this isn’t worth a try.”
“You’re very sure of yourself for someone who learned this power moments ago.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“You know that Lucien is generally right,” Tamlin croaks, and the way Elain’s fingers reach for his jaw, trace the line the bones make under his skin, makes something clench, tender and jealous, inside Vassa.
She steps inside the room and they all turn towards her, her heavy human tread.
“Didn’t you always tell me that everyone underestimates Elain?” Vassa says, summoning levity to her voice, a wink towards Elain. She can tell from Lucien’s expression that he hears the strain anyway.
“I think that it is possible that I can break Koschei’s curse on you,” Elain says, in a voice that is sweet and adorably unsure, though Vassa is predisposed to give those words in any tone a rosy judgement.
“How?”
“Earlier, with my magic, I sent a spell of Koschei’s out of this world and into another. I think that I could do the same with your curse.”
“That was magic Koschei gave to my brother,” Lucien says. “My brothers were--”
“Your brothers were all powerful sons of two powerful High Fae, just like you.” Elain’s words shift between comfort and accusation, a tone Vassa recognizes. One she taught Elain herself.
“Try it now,” Vassa says, walking towards the bed and extending her hand toward Elain. She tilts her palm to the ceiling, the way a queen bestows her favor.
Then Elain steps off the bed and takes Vassa’s hand, and the pain cleaves her completely. It is as if her blood is boiling fire, as if there is an animal inside her, slashing at her with its teeth and claws, as if the world has turned to pandemonium and ragged screaming.
When Vassa finds herself on the floor, Elain and Lucien and Tamlin all staring at her, wide-eyed, she realizes that her throat is raw. That the screams were her own.
“I’m so sorry,” Elain says, and Vassa has to hold herself back from reaching for her.
Because as horrible as that pain was, when Elain reached out to her, there was an end to it. And the pain that Vassa endures every day feels endless, a life sentence.
She does not want to think about what it implies, that she wants Elain to grab her and hold on until the pain stops.
Instead, Vassa summons the depths of her will, assures her fae companions that she is all right, that she would like a few moments alone to collect herself, and manages to keep from collapsing until she reaches her own bed.
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“You were going to rip her apart,” Lucien growls, as soon as Vassa is out of earshot, and for a moment Elain is actually afraid of him. She’s never heard him so full of wrath.
Still, she cannot help asking: “What did you see?”
“Did your magic keep you from hearing her screams?” There’s an edge in his voice that threatens tears, wrathful sobs. Still. She had felt the magic rise in her, the will. A possibility that seemed apart from Vassa’s torment. Even in spite of her friend’s suffering, the maelstrom of pain, Elain had almost kept her fingers wrapped in Vassa’s tight grip. Of course, she will not tell Lucien how her friend clung. Perhaps she will never reveal the extent of the queen’s desperation.
“You saw something else,” she says, trying to keep her voice steady. She feels Tamlin’s hand on hers, warmer than it was even moments ago, and the luck of it, the fact that he is here in his court and healing, makes her plunge onward. Because she has been trying to pretend that there is plenty of time to break Vassa’s curse, but that is clearly now a lie. “Tell me what you saw, Lucien, and we can try to fix it. We can go to Helion, or--”
Lucien interrupts her with a wave of his hand, lightning between his fingers. So powerful and yet completely unlike Koschei’s magic.
“That curse is interwoven with an essential part of Vassa. When you try to send it into another world, you are ripping that out of her.”
“Can you determine what part it was?”
Lucien’s face has gone pale, his lips yellow-white.
“It was her life, Elain. Her human life.”
“But that’s easy,” she says, not understanding his misery. “We’ll just summon the High Lords. Feyre was a human once.”
“Feyre saved our world and half the High Lords would still kill her to get that bit of their power back, if they didn’t believe she herself would destroy them in the process,” Tamlin says, the words between a groan and a sigh. “Now that they know the cost of such a miracle, you’ll never summon all of them. Not for a human queen who can offer them nothing.”
Elain is preparing a blistering retort when he reaches for her, squeezes her hand.
“If it were my decision alone, Vassa would already be High Fae.”
She dips her head and kisses him, a gentle press of lips that belies the furious workings of her mind. Because the moment Tamlin said her sister’s name, Elain’s own words to Feyre echoed in her mind. Your magic is something new entirely , she’d told Feyre. And isn’t it true of herself, too? Of Nesta?
“As soon as we can get a guard on this house,” she tells Lucien, “we go to the Night Court and then Helion. I have an idea.”
“I won’t let you kill Vassa,” he says, already halfway out the door, feet pointed in the direction of her room.
Elain only nods, doesn’t say that Vassa will surely die without her intervention. It would not be a kindness.
Instead, she turns back to the bed and smooths Tamlin’s hair away from his face, checking for signs of fever and too relieved when she finds none. She forgets, over and over, the fact that they aren’t human, that their lives are no longer so fragile, even in the thick of battle.
“You’re going to have to tell me why you weren’t shielding your forces,” she says, letting frustration suffuse her words.
“Helion and I went to rescue Cybele.” His eyes on hers are steady, no apology in them. “The Summer Court was better equipped to hold a shield against the Autumn Court’s fire.”
“So you had to be a hero?”
“You were angry when I hid in the forest,” he says, a sharp tone in his voice. “This is what it means, to be High Lord. To gain the peace you seek.”
His skin stands out against his white sheets now, and, had she not known the sight of him so well, Elain would think Tamlin unharmed. Still, she can see the exhaustion in his features, the pale cast to his skin.
“I didn’t know it would hurt so much,” she says, her voice breaking as soon as she meets his gaze. “I thought that you were going to die of that wound. That magic.”
“Now you know how it felt for me when Beron took you.” He reaches for her, his thumbs swiping away the tears that have fallen down her cheeks.
“Is it just the mating bond?”
“I--I sometimes think about what it would be, if you left this house. If you left me. The emptiness. And still I think I could… I think you’ve shown me how I could bear it, being alone. Anyway I probably deserve it.”
She lays herself carefully against him, avoiding his injured side, nestling close against his warmth.
“You are much better than I used to think,” she says.
“Better than I was. It isn’t much.” She hates that he won’t take the compliment. Accepting his flaws and failures is one thing, but this sorrow, in the face of his survival, still worries her.
“You were ready to sacrifice yourself for the Lady of Autumn. So that Helion could get away safe, and Rhys would be all right.”
“Who told you all that?” A confirmation in his eyes, the green gone bright as new leaves.
“Vassa was right when she said everyone underestimates me,” she says, taking his hand and sliding his fingers under the bodice of her gown. She does not want to talk about strategy or battle now. What she wants is far more than she can express in words. Not the desire for a man to protect her. More than the fervent kisses they exchange in other worlds. So many things in the world are awful, and Elain is tired and relieved and alive, and what she wants is Tamlin against her, inside of her, somehow still alive with her at the end of this day.
She stretches, allowing his hand to fall, cup her breast, and feels the heat rise in her at his harsh breath.
“I thought we were going to argue,” he says, his thumb pressed against her nipple. She can feel every movement, every hesitation.
“You’re alive,” she says, casting out with her magic to pull the door shut, leaning towards him so that her breasts swell against the neckline of her gown and his fingers are trapped against her soft flesh. “And I will have to go to the Night and Day Courts in the morning.”
In seconds, with his assistance, her dress is undone, landing on the floor with a muffled thump, her undergarments flung alongside, and then Elain reaches for Tamlin, pushing up the soft fabric of his shirt and running her fingers over his skin, the golden hair that’s light on his chest and thicker on his forearms, the muscles of his chest and abdomen, the cock that strains through his pants at the gentle exploration of her fingers.
She’s never touched him there before. She’s never dared.
His lips are on her neck, his teeth against the skin as his thumbs, featherlight, skim her breasts, teasing her soft skin, and she can’t help the moan she looses, the urgency of her own fingers, scrabbling between his back and the wall of pillows she’s constructed.
“Are you all right?” she asks, knowing that in a moment all semblance of consideration will desert her.
He pulls her against him and nods, but she feels his fingers going cold. She pulls her hands from behind him and cups her palms around his fingers, holding them above her heart.
“I’m alive,” he says, a growl edging the words, as if to distract her from the exhaustion in his words. “I’m alive thanks to your magic.”
“I’m never going to let you forget that.” She curls herself beside him, hoping he hears the promise in the words. The declaration in them.
With a groan, he reaches over and tucks the blankets around her, up to her chin, strokes his thumb across her lips.
“You saved me,” he says, and though the weight of the day bears down on her, a thick exhaustion, Elain can’t stop smiling.
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Over the next week, the firebird flies less and less, and Vassa spends more of each night in her room, curled up on the bed. Though he tries to hide it, Lucien has taken to sleeping on the floor, rousing himself at the slightest motion before spending his days far away. They’re getting closer to figuring out how to break her curse, he tells her, but Vassa has to work to feign interest, let alone believe him.
In both her human and firebird forms, her body feels as if its wrapped tight with cotton and pain, everything muffled, everything a strain. Elain’s laughter is harsh against her ears, Lucien’s worried looks are cloying and overfilled with pity. She hates that she cannot bear them.
She finds herself, one night, in the doorway of the High Lord’s bedroom, where Tamlin has been forced to wait for his innards to knit themselves together again. Already he looks fully healed to Vassa, but Elain has compelled him to remain in bed and Tamlin is clearly too besotted to put up much resistance.
“I see Lucien and Elain are still away,” he says when she greets him, the words not quite as jovial as he intends. A creature like that, forced into confinement, never rests easy. “Elain barely sleeps. She thinks only of breaking your curse.”
“Do you think that there is hope?” Vassa does not ask about Lucien, who no longer speaks to her about the breaking of the curse, but who is away with Elain, and who stays awake puzzling at all hours over reams of parchment and obscure spellbooks that smell like centuries of dust. Vassa falls asleep and he is leaning over his desk, making annotations, and when she wakes before dawn, she keeps finding Lucien in the same position.
“I believe in Elain,” Tamlin says, his gaze landing on her so powerfully that Vassa is reminded of what it means to be a High Lord, “I think she is only beginning to realize her capabilities. If she says it can be done, I believe her.”
“I am not so sure. I think Lucien has lost hope.” She has not made this confession to Elain or to Lucien himself because she can imagine the vast sadness in their eyes, the onset of grief. That she would be lost to them.
Still, even the sadness in Tamlin’s face is enough to steal her breath. She, who was bred and raised to withstand armies.
“I think Lucien would sacrifice the world if it meant keeping you safe.”
“In the stories,” she says, leaning on the threshold, “you were not nearly so perceptive.”
“If the stories are true, they describe me rightly as a monster.”
“You sacrificed yourself at the Autumn Court. No monster of my acquaintance has ever been so noble.”
“I knew this court would go on without me. The stories say you were beloved in Scythia.”
“All I ever wanted was to rule,” she says, because a queen accepts a compliment gracefully, but it’s been so long since she was last among her people that she’s beginning to wonder if it is true. If the things she’s always thought she wanted are the things she truly wants, now.
“Before you return--” Tamlin begins, but he’s interrupted by a flurry of footsteps, the intake of breath that precedes Elain’s voice.
“We figured out how to break the curse!” she announces, a riot of joy as she sweeps into the room, careful not to make contact with Vassa.
Behind her, Lucien and her sisters take a more sedate walk, and before Vassa steels herself to meet Lucien’s eyes, she takes in the careful void of emotion on Feyre Cursebreaker’s face, as she walks into Tamlin’s bedroom. Vassa knows enough of Prythian gossip to know what a moment this is, even if the tableau is innocent, the High Lord convalescing and his gaze intent on Elain, all pride and delight.
“Is it true?” Vassa makes herself ask, wrenching her eyes on Lucien. The deep violet under his eyes.
She does not miss the look that passes between him and Elain, the weight of it.
Still, he nods.
“When I touch you,” Elain says, her voice gone serious, “the pain is unique because my magic is attempting to pull the curse out of this world and into another, where it cannot harm you. But as part of his adjustments to the spell, Koschei ensured that if I removed the spell, I would shatter your humanity. That’s why I couldn’t take you from this world. I would kill you.”
“I was Made High Fae under similar circumstances,” Feyre says, every inch the High Lady even in her sweater and leggings and boots scuffed with wear. “But after realizing that assembling the High Lords was unlikely, Elain thought that Nesta, who can Make and Unmake, and I, with power of the High Lords, might be able to approximate their capacities. We’ve been determining a theory and practicing the spell and its timing for the past week.”
“ Someone is too slow with her magic,” Nesta interjects, rolling her eyes towards Feyre even as she smiles at Vassa with the confidence of an alpha predator.
If Vassa hadn’t been listening so closely, that would have been the moment she thought that everything would be resolved.
But: “I would be High Fae?”
“The combination of your curse and our magic means that you would have to become something new,” Feyre says, in a voice she no doubt uses on her child when he is so tired that all he can do is sob. The way that Vassa feels now.
All her life, she was raised to be the human queen of Scythia. She had always envisioned herself returning to rule there for the rest of the years that remained to her. Because she grew up learning the history of the faeries of this world. Such a queen would never be recognized, would never be accepted.
She would no longer be Queen Vassa of Scythia. She would no longer be a firebird, or a cursed queen, or a human woman.
She would no longer live with this curse eating its way through her, the fire raging in her veins as it prepares to swallow her whole.
She turns to Lucien, meets his eyes for the first time since he walked in the room. Sees the despair in them, the fear, and the hope. And another emotion, which at this moment Vassa can hardly bear. Still, she does not look away from him, tries to etch his expression into her mind, so that she’ll never forget his russet and gold gaze, which sees everything that makes up this world, the lips she’s kissed a thousand times, the bronze skin and red-orange-gold of his hair. The jagged scar which only highlights the handsome angles of his face and makes him more dear to her, for everything that he’s survived. Her Lucien, with his clever remarks and the wit that makes her cackle with laughter, whispering secrets and endearments to her every night, who has always made her feel as if maybe it were possible to live under this curse, so long as her life was illuminated by his light.
“This magic could kill you,” he says, “or destroy you past the point of recovery.”
She thinks of what it felt like, when Elain touched her this last time. What she might become even if the Archeron sisters are successful.
“How much longer do I have if we do nothing?” She tries to stay calm, not to upset Lucien, but still the words feel jagged in her throat.
“It’s possible that Koschei could reverse the spell,” Elain says, “if we compel him.”
For the first time since she’s entered the room, Tamlin speaks.
“You will not offer yourself to the death-lord,” he growls.
Elain moves toward him, but Vassa reaches toward her first, her fingers grasping for Elain’s wrist. A bolt of pain that shocks through her. The kind of pain that carries its end within itself, which cannot last forever.
Vassa thinks, in a rush, of all those new years she might have with Lucien, should this plan succeed. All the nights where the pain of holding him has overwhelmed her. Who she might be, at the end of this. No more days trapped within the mind of the firebird, no more nights watching the life drip out of her. There will be pain, but maybe, after, there will be something new. A future she has never even allowed herself to imagine.
“Break the curse,” she says.
For the first time in a long while, she sounds like her rightful self.
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SSSS.GRIDMAN, V Gundam, and More Join the Brawl for Super Robot Wars 30
The latest trailer for Super Robot Wars 30 has just dropped, and it's full of big news, surprises, and (of course) familiar mecha.
The long-running series kicked off in 1991 as a handheld game crossing over Mazinger Z, Mobile Suit Gundam, and Getter Robo. Since then it's grown into a multimedia franchise with original characters, multiple anime adaptations, and many, many more shows joining the brawl with every title. Players navigate classic anime robots through tactical maps as their worlds collide, with each show's original voice cast reprising their roles.
The anniversary game sports a logo designed by manga master Go Nagai, whose mecha have been a core component of the series (and who had a cameo in the recent Super Robot Wars T!).
Check out the trailer now, then read on for a breakdown of the news and reveals:
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The full list of series appearing in the game has been revealed, building off last month's announcement:
Brave Police J-Decker (first appearance)
Code Geass: Lelouch of the Re;surrection
Combattler V
GaoGaiGar: The King of Braves FINAL
GaoGaiGar vs. Betterman (first appearance)
Getter Robo: Armageddon
Gun x Sword
Heavy Metal L-Gaim
Knight's & Magic (first appearance)
Magic Knight Rayearth
Majestic Prince
Mazinger Z/Infinity
Mazinkaiser Infinitism (first appearance)
Mobile Suit Gundam
Mobile Suit Gundam: Char's Counterattack
Mobile Suit Gundam Narrative
Mobile Suit Victory Gundam
Mobile Suit Z Gundam
SSSS.GRIDMAN (first appearance)
Inclusion of a series in Super Robot Wars doesn't just mean you get to use its mecha in battle. There are good odds you'll find yourself fighting familiar villains and battles from the show, with like-minded baddies potentially joining forces against you.
The new trailer also introduces us to our player characters: Edge St. Claus (CV Tomokazu Sugita) and Azu St. Claus (CV Mai Azawa). The pair will pilot the Huckebein30, designed by regular Super Robot Wars and Gundam mecha designer Hajime Katoki:
Leading the charge against our heroes will be original villain Varurem Vauk (CV Yūichi Nakamura), in his mecha Gravarin, designed by Masami Obari at STUDIO G-1 NEO:
The trailer also previews two new game mechanics to help build money and XP. "Tactical Area Select" lets you choose from multiple points on a battlefield, which in turn will affect the order in which the story's scenarios unfold as well as the order in which you gain new characters and mecha. "Auto Battle" will allow you to select ally units to move and attack for you automatically.
Super Robot Wars 30 will be available in Japan and Asia for the Sony PlayStation 4, Nintendo Switch, and PC via Steam. Physical and digital editions will be on sale, with bonus content including extra missions, music, and access to previous OG units SRX and Cybuster. The game comes out October 28.
Sources: 876TV on YouTube, Super Robot Wars website
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