#Zeta Earth

[katakaluptastrophy]

Can we talk about Juno Zeta?

You're living the dream, Master Archivist of the Sixth House. The Archaeology department hates you. The secretaries love you. Your son has risen to the very top of the absolutely unproblematic meritocracy of the House to become Master Warden. Sure, you treated him as a colleague when he was 7 too, but this is much more intellectually satisfying and much better for your publication record (suck it, Archeo). You sit on the Oversight Body, making decisions for the 3 million strong House of the Sixth.

Then the Master Warden gets summoned by god to become a Lyctor. (No civilian has seen a Lyctor for thousands of years. But the information you do have speaks of astonishing power. Are you intrigued? Do you regard it as an even more stellar opportunity for the Master Warden? Do Lyctors have access to interesting material for the archives? Does the possibility of your son becoming an immortal finger and gesture of god ever feel strange?)

A few months later, some fragments come back in a box. There's nothing left of Camilla at all. No one will tell you anything. Every House but the Third and the Ninth has lost its head or heir (the poor girl your son loved is dead. You're never going to get another overly-formal letter from the Fifth begging for Lyctoral documents from your archive.)

Then the Master Warden makes contact from beyond the grave to tell you that the saintly founder of your House left a plan in place in case it ever became necessary to betray god. He tells you why god should be betrayed.

Suddenly, the Oversight Body has to make a decision. To take your home and 3 million people away from the Dominicus System (away from its thanergetic soil, no more necromancers will ever be born). To break the contract of tenderness made on the day of the Resurrection. Do you have time to call back your soldiers in the Cohort? Do you have to leave them behind? Has the Oversight Body ever felt unanimously about something before? And how frank can you be with the House? You have visiting scholars from almost every House, and who knows where the Bureau have eyes and ears.

There are calculations to make. How to transport a whole House? How do you work out that it takes five hundred and thirty-two obselisks? That there are deleterious effects past five hundred and sixty? How do you find a stele that would anchor such a big thanergy transition? (Only the Fifth make stele. Do you try to do it yourselves? Who do you trust on the Fifth to help with that? Is that why Kester Cinque left Koniortos?)

The Master Warden, who is dead, lives inside the body of Camilla, who is not. He picks you - in your capacity as Master Archivist - to be one of the negotiators. How do you integrate 3 million people into a completely alien society with whom your people have been at war for millennia? How does negotiating with terrorists feel compared to academic committees?

What happens then? One day you just...lose it? The sun rises too bright and too blue and you are in agony, unconnected from yourself, screaming and writhing. And when the thing in the sky is at its furthest orbit from you, in some exhausted moment of clarity, you nearly kill yourself using necromancy to restore your sanity. You blind yourself. Do you think beyond that moment? As someone who deals in documents and artefacts and forms in triplicate, do you mourn your sight alongside everything else you have lost? Your son, your home, your god, your sanity...

And now you are a hostage. Sixteen of you in the back of a sweltering truck, held at gunpoint, always moving. The only thing keeping you alive is the possibility of selling you back to the empire that you've betrayed. Your captors have signed a 'no torture' clause, and perhaps they do stick to that. You're needed for providing proof of life and are probably better off than most. But it's too hot, there's not enough water, you can't see, and the only way out is either that the Master Warden gives Blood of Eden a Lyctor or being released to the mercies of the Kindly Prince. You sit in the dark and do mental maths with each other to stay sane.

Somehow, the Master Warden has done it. Without a Lyctor, he's turned his own cell commander against her fellows and you have been released. Most of the Oversight Body can't even walk out of the truck without help. But you're free, and the Master Warden - now in the stolen body of a Lyctor's cavalier - has the sort of mad scheme only he could come up with. Those mental maths will come in handy. The cell commander isn't bad either...

You can't see your son die again (the last time he speaks to you, from that borrowed body, he calls you 'mum' instead of 'Master Archivist'). But you can smell Camilla’s flesh burn. Perhaps the Commander, holding your arm, describes it to you. You follow this new person, your child, now something else, back into the truck where you were held captive and watch as they drive it into the River.

The Tomb is open. Your child is part of a being of strange and unimaginable power. The House Formerly Known as Sixth is on the other side of the universe. You are on the Ninth with a dead cavalier in the body of her necromancer, the Emperor’s construct, legions of demons, and a very mysterious dog...

Anyway, I'm very excited to see what havoc Juno gets to cause in ATN. She's there to be snarky, do psychometry, and be a romanceable MILF. Let her yell at god. And for goodness sake, let her get some peace at the end.

[local-redhead-bookworm]

If you somehow managed to watch any of Mobile Suit Gundam and think it was apolitical, I am going to tape your eyes open and force you to rewatch it

[tfpblogsposts]

Cybertron to Earth Revolution AU Explained.

Of course now that I have an AU name and a pretty good understanding of what my AU is going to be like. Let's go back to the very beginning and start off with the 13 Original Primes. I wanted to mix their designs, personalities, abilities, and deaths with TF One, Transformers Prime COP Novel, and a few of my own ideas into my universe. Please ask questions if you're unsure or give me more headcanons ideas for my AU to explain, thank you.

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Prima:

I liked Prima's design in TF One, the white and gold colour scheme gives off the whole leader-like appearance, along with blank white optics and a white battlemask that would appear over his face similar to TFP. I like the idea of the Matrix being attached to the hilt of his Sword (The Star Saber) from the Covenant of Primus book (COP) before it got broken in half after the fight with Unicron, then later the Matrix was used for its own purpose and given to Zeta in the future. His personality just screams stubbornness, he's more focused on his tasks rather than his own team, especially when fighting Unicron when he would always charge over first to finish the God quickly. When it came to him and Megatronus, there was always tension, especially since Megatronus's spark was similar to Unicron's and Prima was quite religious to Primus's beliefs, making them complete opposites. The 2 would always fight and argue until eventually giving each other the silent treatment...safe to say they will never get along. The Star Saber's ability will always stay the same as it was in the TFP Series, I like how powerful it is to cut through a mountain with ease, definitely Prima's favourite choice of weapon. Before the Quintesson war, it was rumoured that Prima had intentionally shot himself, with a note saying that he couldn't do it anymore...

Vector Prime:

I wanted to mix Vector Prime's design a little, I liked the golden look as stated in the COP Novel, but the reddish pink and white colour scheme with blue and gold accents was unique (referring to the comics), along with blank white eyes and a flowing red cape. The cape would have a time-like pattern on it, cogs and wavy lines, it'll be cool for him :D. Finding his personality was a challenge, I've been scrolling through Tumblr randomly, looking at headcanons when I've noticed a pattern, a pattern that Vector would be cheerful, lively, and more friendly. But it would be reasonable to have Vector be a calm soul but more focused than friendly, tho he can be cheerful around a few people he trusts, especially Onyx. You have to remember that controlling space and time takes focus and control, keeping a calm demeanor would be beneficial for him or he would just lose control. Controlling Time and Space to the point you're now a guardian of it sounds awesome, Vector can create Spacebridge portals and control time to rewind forward and backwards but not enough that it would mess up the time continuity, along with controlling cosmics and stars as well in battle. For my AU, Vector would be the second strongest Prime Primus has ever created, I mean controlling space and time? That's pretty powerful in my book. To mention the TF One movie, he would have died to the Quintessons. After noticing the Quintesson ships coming down to Cybertron, Vector tried to fly down to Cybertron to warn everyone, but the Quintessons managed to grab him and force him into their ship, eventually he met his demise to the Quintessons blasters exploding him to bits.

Alpha Trion:

I am definitely keeping the red and purple colour scheme along with the white beard and white metallic cape (based on TFP), and no one can change my mind. His piercing cyan optics would just show his wisdom and god-like knowledge he has. Alpha Trion would be a very calm and wise guy, you can practically call him grandpa if you wanted to, tho as stated in the COP book, he's not a fighter and prefers to stay on the sidelines rather than try to break up a fight. I like to think his social skills are crap. He has all understanding to know what happens in the past and in the future thanks to his book, the Covenant of Primus, that he'll have to keep all of this knowledge hidden to himself, making him stay quiet. Think about it, if you told someone what's going to happen in the future, that person will try to change the future and ruin time and fate. Alpha Trion would be forced to keep silent about everything, not giving him enough chances to communicate and talk to his friends. That's why Primus gave him the book, for him to document and write about everything he thinks to continue Cybertron's lore. As a Master Archivist, of course he's good at collecting old books and finding out more about Cybertron, sorting out stuff, etc etc, he's a pretty organised mech. His abilities state that he could bend reality if he wanted to with the Covenant of Primus, but that's only an extremely rare thing he does to mainly protect the planet, not its people if Cybertron starts to break down. The thought of him having Telekinesis as shown in TFP One was very cool too, I kept it lol. Now then, Alpha Trion has been through a lot...that's pretty obvious, he's the oldest mech to ever live in Cybertron amongst so many people, he's seen everything...so when he was captured by the decepticons during the war with Smokescreen, he just gave Megatron a disapproving look of disappointment in his bound up state before getting decapitated. Alpha Trion doesn't fear death, he's lived too long.

Solus Prime:

The first female Prime, and a fragging badass too. I loved her design in TF One, the magenta and yellow looked very unique, but I wanted to give her purple accents on her armour just to make her stand out a little, along with blank white eyes, magenta eyeshadow, and beautiful purple locks. She holds her Forge on her back with a strap to go across her chest, so she's not constantly holding the damn hammer in her hands. Solus is very motherly and kind to everyone, even giving Megatronus the love he so desperately needed that the two became the very first Conjux Endura in history. Solus is selfless and understanding, tho can be a little stern like a stern parent when someone tries to annoy her or push her boundaries. Solus's love for Megatronus went far and beyond (please don't take that out of context) they would hang out, spend most of their time together, have a little dance under the moonlight, the 2 were perfect together. The Forge of Solus Prime can allow her to manifest/create anything she wanted, ranging from weapons to buildings, while it was powerful, of course it had its limits. The forge was also used as a powerful weapon (as shown in TFP when Ultra Magnus used the hammer) it can create electricity and bash through solid things easily with the right amount of force. But since Ultra Magnus was still new to the forge around that time, the forge was as powerful as it used to be. Her death was the very first death in Cybertron history. After Solus found out that Megatronus had been using Dark Energon to fuel himself up to be stronger, the 2 had a huge argument. Eventually the Dark Energon got to Megatronus's brain, making the Prime start to lose his mind and burst out in rage, shooting Solus right in her spark with his fushion arm cannon mid argument without thinking otherwise.

Micronus Prime:

Alchemist Prime:

I wanted to keep his TFP COP design, I wasn't a fan of the TF One design as it didn't look like a minicon at all. The small slim green bot inside an electric energy ball was something I very much enjoyed, along with electric cyan optics. Also his helmet looked a lot like a beetle which I found amusing. I like to think Micronus is a multitasker, put a bunch of tasks in front of him? Oh he won't stick with one. His personality would be kind and definitely selfless, a minicon that won't hesitate to help when in need and will always give bright ideas for plans. He would be great friends with Solus. But I can totally see him just a little feisty, as the tiny member of the team; a tiny wriggling around in Nexus's servos while trying to aim straight for the throat at Liege Maximo. That's something I can see happening. As stated in the Covenant of Primus, he is able to transfer energy, mimic abilities, he can go very fast, and is practically the consciousness of everyone. So much abilities packed into a tiny body I say. His death was trying to stop Megatronus, but ended up getting stomped to death.

Alchemist Prime, also known as the elemental. I wanted to mix his design with TFP COP and TF One. I liked his green and yellow design with wide cyan goggles for optic lenses in TF One, but decided to add that one light blue right arm and one orange left arm to him from the COP book to show his abilities. He is a soft spoken and sympathetic mech who prefers to learn and discover rather than fight, making him close friends with Alpha Trion. He is an even tempered and gentle member created by Primus. He is a scientist in his own right, inspecting every part of Cybertron big and small to figure out more secrets, but he'll share these ridiculous conspiracy theories that even some of the Primes would call him crazy. Alchemist's abilities are quite hard to comprehend, but being called the Elemental, I think he can change matter and other elements (example, turning a solid into a liquid, liquid to gas, etc), but only temporarily. His lenses allow him to expand and see beyond what others could, allowing him to understand the perspectives of others. His death was caused by Sentinel Prime while being attacked by the Quintessons (Reference to TF One), he tried to run but a Quintesson managed to get to him and held his limbs down. Alchemist tried to struggle, thrashing around but it was no use as Sentinel stabbed his sword into Alchemist's forehead, killing him instantly. Sentinel Prime wasn't phased with the fearful loud begging coming from Alchemist. "What a pathetic little thing" that was the last thing Alchemist Prime heard.

Nexus Prime:

Nexus Prime was a tricky one to do. I kept his design from the TFP COP book, the bronze metallic body with the red accents suits him well along with the light blue visor. He is 20% Cybertronian, 20% Junkion, 40% Velocitronian, and 20% unknown (a real combiner indeed). His personality just screams chaotic good, he's a daredevil, not afraid to take sudden risks. You don't like him? Good, he doesn't like you either, this guy doesn't hesitate to jump into danger to fight and comes back with multiple wounds only to see "it's fine! Just a scratch" (it's a gaping hole in his chest). He's had a solid and pretty good friendship with most of the Primes, he tolerates everyone but him and Amalgamous are always up to no good causing friendly trouble. His ability as a combiner is similar to shapeshifting but not quite. He can detach and reattach his limbs at will as well as being able to split himself into 5 parts. He doesn't have a dominant form since his gears and parts are constantly moving around and changing. You can imagine how annoying it must be when he has to oil his gears by the end. His death is similar to Alchemist, being led into a cave and meeting his demise. While fighting the Quintessons, he was pushed right into Sentinel's blade. The blade pierced through his chest right where his spark was.

Onyx Prime:

Onyx Prime will keep his COP design, with his brownish gold metal body along with large wings that expand up to 60ft in human measurements. He has his 3-faced Triptych mask that is placed on his head: The top mask, Farsight, showed visions of other places and times. The middle mask, Predator, gave Onyx immediate insight into any creature so that he can hunt it faultlessly. The bottom mask, Mournsong, allows Onyx to watch the journey of a Spark across the hidden regions of death. A pretty powerful Centaur if you ask me. He is a very friendly Prime to everyone, always very determined to complete a mission. His mannerisms can be compared to an animal considering he's a winged-centaur, so he'll be thrilled with head pats, running through the fields, belly rubs, young people riding on his back, he loves it all! Similar to TFOne, I can see his weapon being a double bladed spear, he'll be terrifyingly good at it that the Predacons would run for the hills. His death was before the Quintessons, after Solus Prime's death to Megatronus, and Primes wanted to try and detain Megatronus before he could do any more damage. They didn't want to kill him, just restrain him. But attempting so, Megatronus grabbed Onyx, raising him up above his head, and ripped the poor winged-centaur in half.

Amalgamous Prime:

Okay! Amalgamous was the SECOND hardest one to type for my AU. They're a very tall mech coloured in electric yellow and gold with white accents. As a shapeshifter, they don't have a specific pronoun to go by, some people think they're a mech and some think they're a femme. They are the tallest of the Primes yet unable to understand the Cybertronian language so they stay silent and communicate by actions. But mainly Solus and Vector teach them their language so now Amalgamous can speak maybe a word or two. They're an expert prankster, tricking everyone stealthily and is always successful every time. Like Onyx, they can act like an animal, mainly like a cat. They'll purr when feeling comfortable or content, it's honestly adorable. Besides that, they're a very gentle and kind creature. Their death was right before Onyx when Megatronus straight up grabbed their head and decapitated them harshly. Amalgamous never got to speak their language properly or got to see Cybertron change into something beautiful...they were very devastated...

Quintus Prime:

Quintus Prime looks more like a Martian than anything. His green and yellow alien-like body stood out the most compared to the other Primes. He has 4 bright yellow optics on his face along with a robotic halo-like headpiece on the back of his head. His design in TFOne was pitch perfect, so I decided to give him the 6 arms as shown in the movie. He honestly looks like he's floating with his tentacle-like legs tho. His ability is his emberstone that allows him to experiment with life a little. Now I decided to change his personality up a little bit for my AU. As creator of the Quintessons, he always wanted to create life for Cybertron, it was his dream goal and he was very fond of the idea so much. But then again, he wanted to rule Cybertron as well. So he created the Quintessons to purposely cause chaos and destruction to Cybertron while also creating robotic life so he could rule the planet his own way. But eventually the other Primes managed to cuff him and take him to Iacon prison where Alchemist sat down to talk to him. No one knew why Quintus Prime was so adamant to be the villain and cause a new era of Cybertron. But after a bit of talking, Alchemist could see hints of guilt in Quintus's eyes, but Quintus didn't want to admit anything and just considered himself responsible for causing all of this. His death was the very first death Sentinel committed. Before the plan in the cave was set, Sentinel walked to Quintus's cell with his double bladed sword and stabbed Quintus in the chest once, leaving Quintus slowly dying as he walked away. A very slow and painful death for the unexpected traitor of the group.

Liege Maximo:

Liege Maximo, the Prime of lies. Liege has an emerald green and black colour scheme with hints of gold, as well as long horns, bright yellow snake-like optics, and a dark green cloak. Of course his design is similar to COP. He is a very good manipulator, able to get away with any excuse, his skill allowed him to convince all the Primes all except for Megatronus. Megatronus was not fooled by the Prime's snake-like movements and the side eyeing he gave. Liege Maximo is a very kind and fatherly mech on the outside able to comfort and encourage his friends, but cunning and sly on the inside able to manipulate and trick everyone. He didn't have a special ability, manipulation was his best skill, but I did decide to give him poison darts he can use to throw at enemies, he seemed like the guy to use those. His death was caused by Megatronus. Do I really need to explain why Megatronus wanted to kill him? Well the 2 Decepticon Primes just absolutely hate each other. Liege Maximo had his arm ripped off during a fight by Megatronus, then pinned to the wall by his neck where he was shot in the head. As seen in TFP, Liege Maximo's arm was later found in a grave for Megatron to use to hold the dark star Saber and fight Optimus in the future.

Megatronus Prime:

No one can tell me otherwise, I'm keeping his TFOne look. I love the purple and yellow armour along with the decepticon-shaped mask over his face. I gave him yellow optics that eventually change to red when taking his first kill. Before his betrayal, Megatronus was a misunderstood mech, he was very caring and honest, showing respect to his Conjux, Solus, and overall trying to do the right things. But Prima could sense Unicron's spark inside Megatronus, making the 2 rivals, always fighting and arguing with each other. And don't get me started on Liege Maximo, Megatronus was always furious when Liege would manipulate his Conjux. I can see Megatronus having anger issues, the poor mech was always so stressed and wanting to protect everyone but it always came out as his fault. His ability is Telekinesis and wields a large purple spear along with a fushion cannon attached to his right arm. After the battle of Unicron, Megatronus wanted to do more to protect his team. So he started to consume dark energon. He thought that dark energon could help him get stronger and more powerful as seen with Unicron. But oh was he so wrong, the effects of Dark energon took over his anger that he shot Solus, killed Onyx, Liege Maximo, Amalgamous, Micronus brutally, knocked Vector unconscious, and tried to strangle Alpha Trion. When he ran away from everyone and into the cave on the surface, he started sobbing at his regrets and failures as the dark energon was overwhelming and weakening his spark. As he was being held gently by Primus and slowly dying, he whispered to his creator "If there ever will be a new Prime in the future...I swear I'll protect them with my very might in spirit..." This is a reference to when Optimus will be Prime in the future. I wanted Megatronus not as a villain, but a misunderstood person.

Thirteenth (Zeta) Prime:

And ladies and Gentlemen we are onto our last Prime. As a reference to TFOne, Zeta Prime will be the last Prime out of the 13. Zeta Prime was made as the youngest Prime with a blue and yellow body along with a crown-shaped headpiece. He was about 12 at the time when Alpha Trion decided to take care of him during all of this. Zeta used to be a shy soul yet his spark was the very closest to Primus, making him more respected and cared for than ever. When the fight with Unicron came is when he got his very first weapon, the energon axe. At age 15 was when he was given the Matrix of Leadership and he led the Primes until age 25. During those times, Zeta and Alpha Trion were very close in a student-mentor way relationship, you can probably consider Zeta to be his son if you wanted to. Zeta's ability was able to bring life with Primus's spark, he can control everything, he was a very powerful kid able to do practically anything. Telekinesis, mind reading. Flight. Strength. Speed. Glitch. You name it, he was like a god, but Zeta used his powers respectfully as to not bring out his full potential unless desperately needed. Sentinel Prime was made by the Quintessons, hatched out of an egg as a sparkling, this led Zeta to take care of the child for years and years as a responsible father. Years go by as Zeta was leader of Cybertron, until Sentinel's betrayal. When Sentinel shot Zeta in the abdomen and took the Matrix (only for it to disappear), he was left to die in the cave. Alpha Trion made sure to hold his son close as Zeta requested for his name to be erased from history, he was confident he would be reincarnated and brought back, and he didn't want his future life to know who he used to be. So Zeta's name was erased and changed to Thirteenth Prime. Half of Thirteenth's spark was reincarnated into Orion Pax, while the other half was connected to the Matrix of Leadership.

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Conclusion

All the Primes are now contained in the Matrix, their sparks giving the Matrix light while their ghosts/spirits guided Optimus throughout his journey, Megatronus being the most frequent since he's keeping his promise. All the Primes used to be one big happy family until everything went to shit. Overall, they will not be forgotten.

✨And that was the 13 Primes for my AU, I'll be doing more of this kind of stuff in the future. Please feel free to give me headcanons or give me questions. My AU goes from the 13 Original Primes all the way to Lost Light. So I'm open to everything! References are from the Covenant of Primus book, Transformers Prime, and Transformers One.✨

[alphamecha-mkii]

RX-178+FXA-05D Super Gundam by Youichi Ueda

[thefalloutwiki]

Pictured: Earth as seen from space in Fallout 3's Mothership Zeta DLC. For the next few days we will be posting things related to space to celebrate the launch of Starfield, which enters early access in just two hours!

If haven't already, check out the Starfield wiki, run by our friends over at @uesp

You can also read more about the Mothership Zeta DLC here.

[unfinishedzizzy]

SO I'M STILL WORKING ON THE SPEEDPAINTS BUT I'M SHARING THESE NOW BECAUSE I'M PROUD OF THEM DAMN IT AND YOU CAN SEE THE NOT DOING SOLELY DIGITAL RUST DRIPPING OFF OF THEM AS YOU PROGRESS

[activatebutterflyshield]

The Aquiste, an intelligent species of six-legged and feathery extraterrestrials. Humans sometimes call them ‘centaurs’ or ‘dragons’ for fun. Lore and a conscript key below

The Aquiste (Aquisten ethnonym) are an omnivorous species native to the planet Reh-et (Our Home), formally designated Libra-4 in the Galactic Planet Catalogue. They are basic vertebrates, possessing six limbs, two of which are used for complex tasks, and four of which are used for locomotion. They typically possess two forward-facing eyes with rectangle pupils. Their bodies are feathered, and their plumage is typically of a varying brown and blue color. Aquiste originally inhabited grasslands, sparse forests, savannas, and other generally warm and dry habitats. This species still thrives best in dryer, warmer climates.

Traditional Aquisten clothing consists of a dhek, which is a buttoned or laced garment that covers the body from the shoulders down to the rump, a ferl, which is a hood or veil attached to the dhek at the neckline, and seras, which are limb covers. A cloak called a gent is added for extra warmth in the winter.

In current times, the Aquiste are a well-traveled species throughout the known Milky Way. Their six-limbed anatomy suits them to the multitasking necessary to run the radar systems of inter-planetary ships. A few well-known Aquiste are Khelik Yu-ren, current Speaker of the Pan-Species Galactic Council, Hanle We-aye, commander of the Libra System Defense Fleet, and Yehla Ju-ser, renowned engineer and designer of orbital stations.

The first Aquisten civilization, the city-state of Weh-et (River Home), is thought to have been founded in -2900, Galactic Standard Year System. They achieved planet wide civilization in 2076 Galactic Standard, and efficient space flight in 2103 Galactic Standard. The Aquiste inhabit all three inhabitable planets of their home system of Libra, being Dah-et (Blue Home), Lyl-et (Sand Home), and the aforementioned Rey-et. Their language is known as Heyt-pen (Sound Marks), and it is written in a vertical impure abjad, where vowels are represented as diacritics added on to the consonants.

There’s probably never going to be a proper conlang to go along with this script, because linguistics are terrifying. Heyt-pen is usually handwritten on isometric dot grids, or typed with a specialized keyboard.

[ooo-protean-ooo]

This isn’t ST related, but I made this in like three hours last night 💚

[azurecanary]

Oh don't mind me, just thinking about how Wally's denial of Artemis', and everyone else's, death in Failsafe almost directly parallels the fans' response to Wally's actual death.

[journeytojaburo]

Getting up to some classic white base activities (covering the ship in random junk)

[daydreamerdrew]

The Wrong Earth: Purple (2022) #1

[midnightactual]

[ Closed Starter for @astralmirrors: Char Aznable ]

It'd become really obvious the Argama's current guard patrol wasn't going to run into anything, so might as well have some fun. Yoruichi flipped her radio's switch. "Hey, Quattro," his name was always said with the subtlest amused air, "I'm curious: how do you feel about classical music?"

[kaxtwenty]

He should have been shot for this.

[wonderwafles]

The best part of playing Dawn of Ragnarök is wondering what the actual fuck was even going on in the Isu era

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

academic rivals d.g.

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader

Warnings: Some injuries.

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: Full discretion this idea was given to me by an anon and even though I said I wasn't taking requests I just couldn't resist.

Also @writing2sirvive I hope you find this offer acceptable after not writing for our baby for so long 😭😭

There was always a slight pinch of anxiety when your teacher went around the class, handing back your test papers after grading them and you waited with slightly bated breath, a fist clutching the fabric of your uniform.

Even though you knew you had done well on the exam, you were particularly unnerved by her declaration before distributing the stack of papers that only one person had managed to get a perfect score.

You kept your eyes trained on your desk, waiting for someone behind you to exclaim that they had gotten a 100% but it never came. Not until your teacher had placed your paper in front of you with a soft 'Good job'.

You beamed, barely able to contain your excitement as you waited for the bell to ring.

Of course, you were over the moon that you got a 100. And that you were the only person in the entire class that managed to get one.

But secretly, you were more elated by the fact that someone else didn't.

"Aw, what's wrong Grayson? Your daddy finally run out of money to bribe your teachers with?" You snarked as soon as you caught a glance of the 93 written in red at the top of his paper.

"Sub-par insult, (L/N)." He said flatly.

"I disagree, nothing about me is sub-par, as you can clearly see." A sly grin on your face as you waved your paper with '100' in his face. He rolled his eyes so far back you couldn't resist making a comment, "Roll your eyes as hard as you want, Grayson, you won't be able to find a brain back there."

His friend, Barbara, who was sitting beside him chuckled at this and he turned to her with an irritated glare, "Can I help you?"

She gave him a teasing smile, unnerved by his annoyance toward her, "Oh, nothing, I'm just eagerly waiting for the day you both stop pretending you hate each other and start dating."

It seemed like her comment had just the effect she had wanted when Dick choked on his spit in his haste to argue that even if you were the last person on Earth, he wouldn't go near you with a 10-foot-pole.

"I'm not too happy to agree with you, Grayson but I, very fortunately, have a boyfriend."

His face twisted, "Gross, who'd wanna date you?"

You gave him a fake smile, "Hopefully, not you."

***

"Recognized: Domino, B-08."

You squealed in joy the second the light faded from your eyes, gaze landing on your boyfriend who stood right outside the zeta tube with a giant smile on his face.

You threw your arms around Robin's neck with a giggle, peppering his lips with smiley kisses that he so enthusiastically returned, his arms snug around your waist.

"Do you guys have to do this every time?" Came Conner's unimpressed voice as he shuffled uncomfortably around the two of you making out, "Can you at least stop doing it in the middle of the entrance? People are trying to get places."

You pulled away with a soft blush, smiling at the sight of your sparkly lip gloss on Robin's mouth and his slightly dazed expression. There was nothing like your kisses that was able to knock the vigilante's world off its axis and it had been this way ever since you started dating 10 months ago.

The pair of you were still very much in the honeymoon phase, much to the chagrin of your teammates, who have walked in on you many times while your lips were practically glued to each other.

"How was your day?" Robin finally asked when you had each gotten your fair share of kisses, leading you to the kitchen for a snack before the mission briefing and you beamed, "Amazing! I got a perfect score on that test from last week!"

He raised a brow, "The one that you skipped a date to study for?"

Smiling, you nodded, "The very one."

He sighed, taking a box out of the fridge, "See? I told you that you'd do great! You probably didn't even need to skip our date."

You rolled your eyes, giggling at his pout that you were all too quick to kiss away, "Hey now, I made it up to you, didn't I?"

Nodding, he pushed the box further toward you with a smile, "You did. Which is why I got you this, but I guess it could be for a job well done too."

You gasped when you saw the squiggles of the familiar logo of your favourite bakery on the top of the box and eagerly opened it up, completely missing the fact that it had been sealed with tape and nearly ripping the carboard to shreds in order to get to the treats inside.

The smell of the strawberry shortcake and red velvet cupcake had you salivating, and you wasted to time before digging in.

"Ugh, I love you." You moaned, nearly dissolving into the symphony of flavours and Robin chuckled swiping some of the cream cheese frosting off your cheek before licking it off his thumb, "Are you talking to me or the cupcake?"

You paused, glancing up at him from the cupcake wrapper, "I can love more than one thing."

His affectionate gaze had you melting, forgetting the delicious treat for a second, "Thank you for the gift, I really love it."

Robin happily accepted the sugary kiss you had given him, "Well, I figured, since it had been a while since we had a date in Gotham, you'd be craving it."

You only took another bite of the cupcake to hide your guilty wince. While the list of details you didn't know about your boyfriend was limitless, starting with his name and ending with literally anything else, you felt guilty that he somehow knew even less about you.

At least you knew what city he lived in while he was under the impression that you lived in Star City with Dinah, your mentor. You really thought he wouldn't buy it, especially after he didn't believe Artemis the first time.

But nearly a year after joining the team it would seem that he was still blissfully unaware, and you were planning to reveal your identity to him soon enough. You were firm that you wouldn't be celebrating your one-year anniversary without knowing each other's names at least.

At least once he found out you were living in the same city, you'd be able to have more frequent dates.

"Team to mission room." You heard over the PA, and you grabbed the box with you to the meet Batman and Canary along with the team, unwilling to leave your precious strawberry shortcake at the hands of Wally. This way you'd be able to dislocate his shoulder the second he put his hands on your things.

When you entered the room to find a face that you recognized on the holoscreen, you paused and glanced at Artemis who shrugged in response.

"Leo 'The Lion' Stark, the leader of the cult that was kidnapping young girls was officially incarcerated this morning."

Cheers erupted around the room, and you passed the box in your hands to your boyfriend to high-five Artemis and bring her into a hug. Black Canary patted the both of you on the shoulder, "Job well done on this mission, you two."

The mission that led to his arrest had been an undercover op with both you and Artemis posing as the girls from the private school that was being targeted. Eventually, you were able to find the leader and put a stop to his entire organization.

You had never seen Robin more fearful for your life than during this mission and it was after it that you had said your first I love you's.

"Today's mission is a covert op. For stealth, I will only be sending two members of the team: Robin and Domino."

Robin sent you a smile and you squeezed your interlocked fingers underneath the table.

"If they can stop kissing long enough to actually get the mission done." Conner grumbled underneath his breath and was rewarded with a swift kick to the knee.

***

It happened too quickly.

Everything was going fine. The mission was well underway, and you had observed them long enough to know where they were keeping their illegal servers. All that was left was to input your program that would upload all their data wirelessly so it could be accessed by the league.

Then it all went wrong, all at once.

You don't even remember much of what happened. All you knew is that when you had least expected it, someone had snuck up on you and you had felt your stomach squeeze with a painful terror that you hadn't experienced in a long time upon being caught off-guard.

"The Lion sends his greetings."

What followed was a series of excruciating shocks up your body that had your heartbeat ceasing in your chest and the movement of every single muscle came to a standstill such that you couldn't even make a sound come out of your throat.

You didn't even have the time to think about anything before you lost consciousness, the last thought flashing through your head being your worry for Robin.

And then every single pulse in your head came to an abrupt end.

“Come on hero, come on!” Robin panted as he continued to pump his hands against your chest, counting down the beats in his head to the compressions, “Baby please, please wake up!”

He was in tears, even though he tried to control them, but he had been looking at your unconscious face for the last 30 minutes as he continuously tried to revive you. His stomach was in knots and his chest felt like it was on fire, but he still didn’t quit, he wouldn’t until he passed out himself.

Before he could even stop himself, he was sobbing and the wails he let out erased the count he was keeping in his head, “Someone please help! Please help.”

His communicator lay discarded only a couple of feet beside him, but he couldn’t take his hands off you for a second, he couldn’t mess up the beat, he couldn’t stop the chest compressions because you’d die; and he’d die right alongside you.

“Robin, come in. Robin, can you hear me?”

His chest collapsed in a fit of sobs as soon as he heard the sound of his mentor come through from the communicator. The device beeped with the sound that alerted him of an override indicating that his mentor could now listen in.

“Batman help! She’s not breathing! I don't think she has a pulse! I’m trying to do CPR but she’s not awaking up! Please help!”

“Hang in there, Robin. Someone will be there in five.”

***

"She's alive but her brain was deprived of oxygen for a while so we can't accurately put a time frame on when she could wake up." Batman explained, his voice as stiff as concrete like always but the hand he placed on his ward's shoulder was warm and comforting.

There were so many questions rushing through Robin's head, but he kept silent because a part of him already knew the answer. This wasn't the first time he had seen something like this, while being Robin he had seen countless families, parents, spouses, receive the same news.

The distraught questions would usually follow: would take months? years? is there a chance that she could never wake up? is there anything he could do?

He wanted to ask Batman anyway, he wanted Batman to lie and say that everything would be okay, that the girl he loved would wake up soon and he just had to wait but he knew better than anyone that was all it would be. Lies.

There were those that were fortunate enough for their loved one to eventually wake up. Others would be forced to watch life go by while their loved ones were imprisoned to a bed with the empty hope that one day they'd wake up.

So, he swallowed down all his questions, Adam's apple bobbing painfully in his throat, "Can I see her?"

His father nodded, leading him to the med-bay with one hand on his back. Robin felt his stomach sink with every step he took, staring sullenly at his sock-clad feet. In his rush to change after the mission so he could get to you as soon as possible, he had thrown on anything he could find.

Which resulted in him being dressed in your sweatpants and his hoodie that you had stolen so often it smelt like you; a combination that both comforted him and broke his heart all at once.

When he saw you from the door, a rush of epiphanies struck through him like lightning to a metal rod. Although, first and foremost, he was just relieved to see you. Even though it hurt him to see you unconscious, and he knew that there was a chance he'd never get to see you awake again, a part of him forgot all about that as soon as he saw you.

He took quick steps toward you, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin against his when he stopped in his tracks once again with wide eyes, realizing you were without your mask.

"Robin?"

"I-I know her. (Y/N) (L/N), s-she's in my class." He stammered, staring at your relaxed features with his mouth hanging open. As odd as it sounded, this was the first time he had ever seen you, as (Y/N), so relaxed.

Whether it was a scowl or even just a grimace, you always seemed to be frowning at him and he never bothered to pay any attention to you outside of classes, when you were talking with your friends. He was sure you'd have a mesmerizing grin, one that would reach your beautiful eyes.

Batman stayed silent behind him, and Dick wondered just how many times Bruce had heard him talking shit about the love of his life, having to keep silent to respect your privacy. His cheeks coloured, remembering the conversation from this morning, where he had claimed that he would never touch you even with a 10-foot pole.

If only he had known that he had been pressed against the same girl so many nights prior.

"Does it matter?" Batman asked, snapping him out of his mortified state where he remembered every single insult he had ever directed at you, either to your face or behind your back.

To anyone else, it would have sounded like a shallow question, but Dick knew his father was concerned about whether his feelings would have changed, whether your identity did matter to him more than your relationship or his love for you.

He swallowed, walking up to your bedside, and gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face and for the first time in his life, he took in all your features. It was startling how quickly his worst enemy became the most beautiful person in the world.

"No, it doesn't."

***

You could see the bright light even though your eyes were shut. There was nothing more you wanted than to slip back into your deep slumber but for some reason your consciousness began trickling back into your head in a gentle stream.

You squirmed, brows pinching together in a frown as you murmured something unintelligible, features twitching until finally your eyes began to flutter open.

"(Y/N)?" You heard and your hand was squeezed by someone you couldn't quite place. Your vision was still quite blurry, and you were extremely disoriented. Still, you tried to blink through the hazy shapes in your sight and you managed to recognize a familiar head of black hair.

"Baby?" You breathed out, sighing in relief when he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, "Thank goodness you're okay."

Right before you had lost consciousness, a thought had flashed into your head. Robin would never abandon you there, no matter what had happened to you, if you had died or just lost consciousness.

You worried that in his effort to stick by you, he'd be hurt or worse.

"Me? (Y/N), you were unconscious for two days! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?!"

If you had been any more conscious, you probably would've been concerned over the way his voice broke in grief and his heartbroken words but in your exhaustion, all you could do was give him a silly smile, wishing your eyes could focus long enough for you to see his beautiful face.

"I'm okay now, I'm okay."

"I didn't think you would be." He confessed, pressing another kiss to your fingertips, holding your hand gingerly but still in a firm grip in between both of his. Like he was scared you'd evaporate and disappear before his eyes.

"I'm okay, baby. Just a little sleepy." You told him, feeling your consciousness slip further and further away as your blinks began to get longer and longer and your strength began to disappear, "You'll be here when I wake up, right?"

He nodded, voice thick with unshed tears even though you couldn't see him, "Yeah. I'll be right here."

***

This time when you woke, you felt much more refreshed than you had before. Your head didn't feel like it was nailed to the pillow anymore, but it felt like you had lead in your veins which was expected considering you had been unconscious for days.

Despite his promise, Robin was nowhere to be found when you finally sat up, stretching your arms as much as you could, careful of the IV in your hand. Your eyes darted around the familiar med-bay, trying to catch a glance of the clock by craning your neck but was ultimately unsuccessful.

Was it a weekday? Was it school hours? Was that why Robin wasn't at your side like you had asked him? What about you? What excuse had Batman given the school to explain your sudden absence? Were your parents aware that you had been injured?

The endless barrage of questions was silenced to a mum when you heard the door slide open and you sighed in relief, noticing the head of black hair first, "I believe you promised to be here when I wo—!"

Dick Grayson was beaming at you and in certain angles of the light, his blue eyes almost looked glossy with tears, but you shook your head unconsciously. Why would he be crying at the sight of you?

'Because you're so ugly the sight is making my eyes water.' Would have been his classic response and you practically rolled your eyes at the thought.

"(Y/N), you're awake!" He took a step closer, and you flinched.

"Stop right there!" He quite literally froze in his steps, he might as well have been encased in ice at the receiving end of your cold glare, "What the hell are you doing here, Grayson?"

He paused and somehow you were annoyed by the dumbfounded look on his face while multiple scenarios ran through your head. A concussion, brain injury or something along that likeness. Perhaps the part of your brain responsible for recognizing faces was damaged and this wasn't actually Dick Grayson. Amnesia, possibly? Maybe you were actually good friends with him but managed to forget it all? Of course, there was always the possibility this was a dream.

Your brow twitched at his lack of response, "I asked you a question."

At your terse tone, it seemed like he was finally able to snap himself out of his stupor, "(Y/N), baby, it's me."

You scowled, "Don't call me that and speak clearly; the hell do you mean by 'me'?"

"Baby," He said again, so firmly that you were silenced in your effort to snap at him again, "It's me."

Dick watched as your face melted from an expression of disgruntled bewilderment to the smallest sliver of recognition. Your eyes raked over his body, only now noticing that he was in short sleeves, and you were able to see the familiar scar on his forearm that belonged to your boyfriend. The little patch of freckles near his elbow that you had traced with your finger so many times before.

Your voice was small when you called him again, "Rob?"

He nodded and your eyes went wide, not quite able to believe it. Your boyfriend stood stiffly, berating himself for not handling this better. He had very quickly gotten over the fact that his girlfriend was his greatest rival in high school while he watched your unconscious face for the past couple of days, waiting for you to wake up.

It had completely slipped his mind that you were still unaware of his identity, and he swallowed nervously. Sure, it was something he could easily put past him but were you the same?

Robin knew you inside and out, he knew how much you loved him, but he didn't know how just much you hated Dick Grayson. Was that hate enough to overpower your love for him?

You stared at him in surprise for only a minute, but it felt like hours to him before you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, "Wow."

"This-This doesn't change anything right?" He began, feeling the lump in his throat grow three sizes larger when you turned to him with an expression that was not a reassuring smile like he had wanted.

"Are you kidding? This changes everything! Barbara is never going to let us hear the end of this. And my friends? Oh, they've hated you ever since that incident during our group presentations." You exclaimed, fingers twitching, and Dick knew it was because you wanted to flail your arms around but couldn't because of the IV.

He bit his lip. You weren't outright rejecting him or anything, but he needed to hear you say it and he needed to hear it as soon as possible.

"No—(Y/N), does this change anything between us?"

You paused, stopping in the middle of your tangent to give him a confused glance, "Between us? No. Why would it?"

And just like that, the tension in his muscles evaporated away and he relaxed, approaching to your side like he wanted to and interlacing your fingers, "I love you."

You finally smiled at him, leaning to kiss his lips, "I love you more, even though you said I was gross and that no one would ever want to date me."

"Well, to be fair you said you'd hope I never did, so I guess we're even."

***

"Hey, stranger." It really didn't make sense that after almost a year of dating, your boyfriend's voice still managed to send shivers down your spine. You closed your locker shut before turning to meet the beautiful blue eyes that you grew to love.

It was scary how quickly you completely rewired your brain into loving every single feature belonging to Dick Grayson.

"Hi, Grayson."

His eyes dipped to your lips for a second, mentally scolding himself for turning to putty the second you said his last name. It was weird how the last time you both were in school together, he thought that the sound of his name coming from your mouth was like nails on a chalkboard.

Now, he felt like he had been blessed just by being in your presence.

"I have all the assignments and notes that you missed the past week." You had been ordered bed rest and some physiotherapy to regain complete mobility after being unconscious for a couple of days. Under your boyfriend's watchful care, he had dutifully nursed you back to health.

You smiled when he handed you the stack of papers even though the heft of it made you want to cry. All this work from just a week? All the AP classes you had been taking in order to compete with your own boyfriend had come back to bite you in the ass.

"Thank you. Can I come over later so you can help me out with it?"

It was really a formality that you were asking because you both knew he was obviously going to say yes. But you figured you'd do the polite thing and ask the first time. After today though his room would practically be yours, just as your room would now be his personal hideout.

"Of course, baby. I've been dying to introduce you to Alfred. We can go back to mine together after school."

You nodded, starting when you heard the bell, "I have Physics." You bemoaned, it being the only class Dick didn't take with you. He had opted for a language instead, which you were beginning to think was more useful than whatever you learnt anyway.

He gave you a smile, eyes twinkling when he slanted his lips over yours in a soft kiss and you had to pull away quickly before you forgot just where you were.

His disappointed pout was all too quick to disappear when you reminded him that you'd be going home with him that day, "I'll see you later."

The two of you parted ways with delirious smiles, feeling too much like you were wafting on cloud nine, completely unbeknownst to the small crowd of people that watching your entire interaction with wide eyes.

Barbara, who was stood at the centre of the flock, smirked, and held out her hand, "Pay up bitches."

***

Bonus:

"I'm surprised you didn't figure out her identity earlier, Dick. Aren't you supposed to be a great detective?" Wally teased and your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

"It's not that I couldn't find out, I just didn't try."

"How come?"

He spared you a glance and shrugged, "She asked me not to."

"I don't remember you offering me the same consideration." Artemis sniped but he knew it was all in good nature.

"You aren't nearly as pretty." He replied coolly, making you blush.

***

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@time-patrol-zeta​ continued from here

The figure lands in the middle of the room, staring back at the three heroes. Goken took a step back once he saw who it was, recognizing that distinctive hair anywhere.

Goku.

The secret weapon this Alternate Timeline’s Red Ribbon Army was speaking of…was Son Goku.

“Well…This complicates things…”

I open my eyes in shock, even though male Majins looking like Majin Buu can only their eyes in shock or when they’re angry.

“The Saiyan who destroyed the Red Ribbon Army is now its Secret Weapon?” I asked sarcastically. “Still worse than Buyon the Jiggler, the Evil Android 21, or even Goku Black and Zamasu.”

“How DARE you take Goku’s image in vain!” I shouted angrily. “After we take him out, we’re coming after you, Voice!”

"Man, the lull period between patrols is boring...I wonder if there's anyone willing to spar with me around here?"

As he's looking around, He notices Trunks walking around Conton City, and floats over to approach him.

"Hey Trunks! How's it going?"

The Future Trunks, son of both the Saiyan Prince Vegeta and Bulma Briefs of Capsule Corp from the future, and assistant to the Supreme Kai of Time in Conton City was coming back from patrolling with his partner, the Time Hero.

He then sees the Earthling Time Patroller floating over to him. "Oh, hey there. Everything's fine. I just got back with my partner from our Time Patrol." He responded.

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