#about zeta

[certifiedzetamoment]

Bright as a firework.

(i have finally been convinced to use a different dnc weapon, the relic weapon looks so much cooler canon be damned)

[certifiedzetamoment]

Zeta's canon gatherer is Botanist, picked up as a hobby between heavensward and stormblood, but turned serious after she found Kijete, her little pet. As red pandas mostly eat fruit and plants, she started gathering every little berry she could find so her little buddy could eat well. The inedible stuff she finds, she just sells for extra gil.

I'm not entirely sure what her crafting class would be, but she seems like the kind of person who could be good at any of them if she really committed.

i am grumpy and hungry so i bring you a wol question

does your wol/oc have a canon crafting/gathering job?

we all have our combat classes, of course, but is there a particular crafting or gathering job they vibe with? is it a hobby or perhaps a source of income for them? was it something they picked up prior to msq? and, for some bonus points, is there one crafter/gatherer they just cant stand?

[fanotastic]

Transformers One Trading Cards New Images – The 13 Primes

[peace-hunter]

op: "i really don't mind-" zeta: "Do Not enable him"

sort of a sequel to this? a lot of people really wanted op to get a hug and i support that. so does prima. zeta isn't really against it, he just wishes prima would at least try to stick to the schedule for primus' sake-

haunted au

[himulrai]

Orion Swap AU (Catalyse That Vertex) Part 5! (Fic | First | Previous | Next)

i was shocked to see so many people talk about the primes in my fic so this idea came to mind! next up will be a continuation of this comic but with TFP OP talking to the TF1 Primes so it'll be significantly fluffier ahah

i am so so sorry for the long wait and really scrappy drawings but schoolwork has been crushing me lately - tysm for all the support on this au though! it motivates me😭

[certifiedzetamoment]

always gonna be happy with the framing of this one.

but this one is also cool (even if I've changed the glam by now)

Other people have such pretty OCs, please show me more of them. I'd like you to reblog this with your OC, preferably your favourite picture of them. Doesn't have to be pretty, or perfect, just your favourite.

This is my current favourite pic of Lizzy

[hyakunana]

"My friend, my partner… my Guardian."

[ministarfruit]

I drew ame and zeta for the "one more time, with feeling" charity zine! ame love forever 💛🩶

[wandixx]

Danny, the Young Justice member snippet nr 2

these snippets aren't connected in anyway but just some little scenes I came up with, everyone is welcome to build up on them if they want to

Trigger warning: death mentioned, self-harm mentioned, idk, Danny gets flashback to portal incident

unrelated snippet nr 1, unrelated snippet nr 3 (?)

Out, out, out.

He tripped over his own legs and almost fell and it didn’t matter because he needed to get out. 

Away, away, away. 

He wasn’t sure if he ran or flew or dragged himself on the rough floor but he had to get away. His back hit a wall and he couldn’t get past it, intangibility just out of his grasp.

He logically knew that Zeta Tube wasn't the same as the portal but it was similar. So deadly similar.

He wasn’t sure when his own, corps-like, trembling with rigor mortis cold hands started rubbing his arms. He also wasn’t sure whether it was to comfort himself in this lonely self-hug or to try to rub hard enough that the hazmat and skin underneath would be torn, allowing him to see his own, red blood running in his veins. It was still red, right? It was still red, right? Of course it was still running, why wouldn’t it?

His knees gave up. He fell to the ground with quiet reverbatting thump, his eyes fixated on danger at the other side of the large room. He had to get further away but he couldn’t.

Because he was dying again.

Eyes full of tears and terror were jumping around, unable to see the room around him. Why couldn’t he see anything? Why were there only splashes of various colors, all contrasting with a light gray background. Were these people? Colors were moving, that seemed likely. Ghosts?! He had to get ready if these were ghosts he needed to fight them. People could be in danger and he couldn’t even stand without support. He started it, he had to take care of it, no matter how he felt right now.

His normally overly, unnaturally sensitive ears were filled with constant electric buzz from still active Zeta Tubes.

He was quite sure someone was yelling something but no matter what, Danny couldn’t understand what was being said. He tried looking around again but his teary eyes still failed him. There were no red stains though. Not in the right shade at least. No one was bleeding. It was okay for now.

Was it really? He hadn’t bled when he was dying had his accident though. It was all inside him, the crushing hollowness inside him and infinite outside pressure making his body implode. Ectoplasm bubbling in his mouth, throat, stomach and fingers, silencing his scream of agony and destroying his muscles. His limbs were limp and tense, twitching like a broken light bulb, out of his control but not out of his senses. It was so cold that it bit his bones and so hot that his skin was melting. There were screams so loud that it could shatter glass, as if every inhabitant of the Ghost Zone wanted to be heard and absolute suffocating silence. He was alone like nobody ever was and stuck in a stifling crowd that could stomp him to death any second. It was all contrasting, impossible but happening, existing together. He lived died it.

It was impossible, just like him.

There were others, they could help while Danny got himself together.

They couldn’t help if it was a ghost. He had to calm down and get ready to fight.

He couldn’t.

It was all happening again.

He was dying again.

It hurt to even think about.

Would it at least kill him for good?

Air he hadn’t needed before, not since his first death he always needed, like all functioning, alive human beings, got stuck in his lungs. He was gasping for it, choking on it. There was something stuck in his throat. SOme part of his brain that wasn’t screaming in agony and panic and loneliness had considered tearing his neck open just to get whatever was stuck swallowing but it didn’t help. 

He rubbed his arms harder. His eyes were locked on a blurred, still active portal. One of the color blobs moved, growing larger but he couldn’t think about what it meant. His arms hurt. It was good. Pain was grounding. In a gray room with few portals. Not the basement. Ghosts still could be there but it wasn't a basement. He still needed to get ready to fight

If he could feel pain, it meant he was alive, right? Ghosts never showed that they felt pain right? His parents always said they couldn’t.

He knew it was a lie but he felt like it was his last hope.

He realized that growing group of colors actually looked like a person but he had no way to tell whether they were alive or not. His ghost sense was quiet but he didn’t trust himself to not miss it. His throat was still shut tightly. His body kept twitching like a glitching character. No matter what, he couldn’t fight right then. He had to get himself together.

He scratched his arms almost violently.

Warm, soft, gentle hands pried his palms away from his arms. It wasn't a ghost. Ghosts weren't this gentle, this calmingly warm. Someone, someone who was alive, was crouching in front of him, face at the same level as his, hiding portals from his sight. Danny nearly sunk into their gentle touch.

“-om." their voice also was so gentle, filled with concern but firm enough to get to him over the buzz of portals. He tried to concentrate on this voice. He didn't want to hear portals.

"-ntom." It sounded like they were calling someone. He had to focus more to understand. Gentle grip on his wrists got more firm. There he was. He wouldn't feel it if he was dying again.

"Phantom." They called quietly, like little windbells Sam gave him as a birthday present. It was his name, they were asking him something he couldn't understand, something he couldn't do.

"I'm sorry."

He wasn't sure if any sound came out of his mouth.

Grip on his hands loosened a little, not enough for him to do anything about it, but enough to return to the pure feeling of safety and reassurance it gave him before.

“It's okay Phantom." they murmured. Danny nearly cried at their kindness and calmness. Air slowly started to fill his lungs again. It truly was okay, he wasn't dying again."Can you focus on five things you can see for me?"

He could do it. It wasn't much to repay the gentle person kneeling in front of him.

He blinked tears away and started the list in his head.

Black Canary in front of him.

Superboy in the middle of the room. He looked like he didn't know what to do.

Kid Flash next to him, ready to come to where Danny was shaking on the floor.

Robin and Artemis both made sure that Kid stayed where he was.

Miss Martian for sure feeling his panic and having trouble coping with this. He should calm down as soon as he can, he didn't want to cause any of his teammates too much stress.

Danny nodded, looking once again at the only adult hero in the room.

Molecules in his body were rearranging again. It all hurt.

"Thank you Phantom. Can you focus on four things you can hear?"

Five racing heartbeats.

One heartbeat that sounded more like buzz because of its speed. KF's heart was always weird.

Tapping of someone's feet.

Zeta Tubes.

He had been in the portal again, it had turned on with him inside again. He was dying again.

Next cautious nod.

"Alright. Now three things you can touch." Black Canary still sounded so calm, so sure she had it all under control. So contrary to her panicked heart. Danny wanted to believe her voice.

Canary's hands still on his wrists. In fact she was touching him more than he was her, but it still counted. There was some physics rule about it.

Cold stone he was sitting on. Weird, he was sure this cave was heated.

Hard wall pressing on his spine.

"Excellent. Two things you can smell?"

Jazz had done same exercise with him before.

Cookies made by Megan before she went on a mission.

Ectoplasm. Somewhere there was ectoplasm that wasn't inside him. He couldn't smell his own ecto. But there was no ghost in the cave. His sense was silent. It was there somehow else. It was concerning but not enough to make him panic again. They could handle it.

His lungs were still aching but air started filling them nearly as much as it did normally. His limbs stopped shaking so much too. He knew he wasn't dying this time. He was calming down.

"You're doing great Phantom. Now think, what's one thing you can taste?"

Aftertaste of ectoplasm he spat between the rough fight and the moment when Kid Flash rushed him to the nearest Zeta Tube, talking about medical attention. Danny tried to tell him, he didn't need that but he was inside before his explanation left his mouth.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," It was all he was able to say at the moment. He truly felt better but that didn't mean good. It was only a little less bad than shitty, one step from fully dead.

I considered writing continuation with Danny explaining a bit what happened and how he even ended up in Zeta Tube but a) lost spark to rewrite it b) hated what already had But if you want, I can probably rub my remaining two braincels together and continue. Or someone else can. Do it if you want to. Do it. Do it

[certifiedzetamoment]

worth noting is that most zeta pics I take are from far away or otherwise frame her like the cryptid she is lol.

anyway changes are to her hairstyle (much shorter now, with less color contrast), eyes (the patched eye in the top photo was blue but hidden), height (I made her taller by a few inches with a fantasia lol), and uh, mods (msq shenanigans meant that she grew many more scales...)

I want more WoLs on my dash. Reblog this with the oldest picture you have of your WoL/OC, and then the newest photo you have of them. Show off what changed! Did they change race? Gender? Hair color? Hair style? Tell me about it!

[certifiedzetamoment]

ABOUT ZETA

BASICS

NAME: Zeta Olipele/jan Seta Race: Au Ra Raen Mains: WAR/DNC/BTN Age: 23 Pronouns: She/Her Gender: Full Time Gator Sexuality: Ace Server: Jenova (aether)

APPEARANCE

Hair color: Blue-gray Eye color: Right eye red, left eye solid black Height: 5'3" Build: gymnast's Defining features: Covered almost entirely in "scales" (solidified light corruption), Left eye is a crystal that glows when limit breaking. Mods used: Skin mod, Clothes Mod

LORE

Zeta, born jan Seta, is from a small village somewhere in the undefined space below Garlemald on Ilsabard, from a small province that was quickly invaded. When the imperial rule was tightened after the calamity, she looked for a means of escape, eventually finding one in the form of a favor from a famous Eorzean adventurer. Once she got to Limsa the customs office changed her name to Zeta. She took up adventuring as a marauder to make some money, but got her eye cut out by a group of pirates on an early venture, and began to wear an eyepatch to cover it (she then quit being a marauder bc she wanted to be faster at fighting back, but would pick it up again in time for Endwalker). Once she got the echo, However, the eye suddenly grew back as a blue crystal, and she became more powerful, as the echo gave her a healing factor in addition to its usual powers. For a while, she took this to mean that the eye itself was giving her divine power, but the power boost actually comes from a stupid and somehow mundane source that I cannot state here bc it relies on a major plot spoiler. Nonetheless, Zeta took to the fame of being the hero of Eorzea very quickly and prided herself on being there exactly when a hero was needed. Over time she was broken out of this mentality and isn't as much of a spotlight hog anymore, but she does have feelings that she is better than you.  Also, as she relies less on the blessing of light for her power, her crystal eye has faded to black, though it does still glow when she does limit breaks.

TRAITS

Allignment: Neutral Good Likes: Going around, being with the friends she has made Dislikes: Chocolate, being late Positive: Mellow, always willing to help, Natural leader, reformed showboat Negative: Ignores problems until it's too late, stubborn, distractable, secretly paranoid Introvert or extrovert: Depends Hot or cold weather: HOT. Greatest fear: Not being there for others

OTHER STUFF

Languages: Toki Pona (or equivalent; all other languages get google-translated in and out by the echo) Patron: Nymeia, the spinner (picked arbitrarily when asked, but turned out to fit well!) Home: None. Zeta is a perpetual couch surfer, because what are you gonna do, throw the Warrior of Light out of your house? Other abilities: Healing factor, fast run speed, good enough at singing. Can't/won't do: Traditional magic, going back to Ishgard, drinking alcohol Won't leave home without: Kijete (pet red panda, also has the echo), food for Kijete, snacks (most likely a caramel muffin, her favorite), her weapons, little pebbles to hold Character Playlist: here

FOR MORE INFO

Check the tag #about-zeta Ask me on Discord: @samethyst1

[compaculaaa]

If the babies were given any plushies relating to the 13 Primes merch, which ones would be their favorite?

I feel Orion's is definitely Alpha Trion, D-16 is Megatronus Prime, Elita-1 is perhaps Solus Prime, and for B-127, I feel like it would be Micronus Prime since he looks like a round potato

I feel like they would get plushies of the primes they got their cogs from in the movie tho I do think Orion would get zeta and d would get megatronus instead. Elita and B will get alchemist and micronus

[zenderstorm]

guess my favourite prime

if he’s also your favourite prime i think you should read my fic bro…

basically my thesis is that, lord prima, being the “Embodiment of Primus’ Divinity Itself”, has a sort of biblical-angel-not-knowing-how-to-act-normal air about him. Do you see my vision

Stemming from this original idea in my drafts:

bonus it’s narrated by sentinel so that if i ever get to the killing primes part or the part where he gets jumped by the primes in the well of allsparks we will have full view of his panic and fear

bonus part 2 this stupid thing

prima propaganda ! spread !

[certifiedzetamoment]

Do you have a song (or playlist) for your WoL?

[p3pp3rm1ntt3a]

So I have this idea, about an AU where The 13 Primes are still alive, and is training the young mech(s) to be their successor. The miners are also exist in this AU, where they are working and being treated with better treatment for their role... ect... ect...

That's a big world to build, but I will going straight to the main plot and trying to build something more about this AU later.

Zeta have Optimus as his successor and adopt Orion Pax, Optimus's younger twin. He keep both of them at the Prime's palace to teach them how to become a Prime (mostly Optimus) and looking after them like a "big big father".

Megatronus choose Megatron as his successor and adopt D-16, a miner that work at the mine and has nothing better than work and work and work. Megatronus found D-16 at the mine, found out that he is so biased by him but still working so restlessly, so he take D-16 back to the palace like a stray cat and basically adopt him =))))

Optimus is often trained in combat with Megatron during his training sessions with Megatronus and Megatron will often participate in Zeta's classes in leadership and command with Optimus. The two are also often will study together, combat and exchange poems at the same time. Those who cannot reply with poetry cannot attack back. Megatron has a talent for writing and poem, so he has won many times. He always teased Optimus

"Your hands and feet are quick, but your mind is slow like a bug"

which made Optimus angry to death, but because of that, he worked even harder to study to become the most powerful Prime Megatron had ever seen.

I'm so down bad for them 😭

[puppetmaster13u]

Thinking of cryptid Batfam and them like, pretending to be straight up feral. Like never speaking human language or anything and building up their vigilante outfits to look as natural and Creachur as possible. You know what, give 'em wings and such too. Mechanical ones that started more like gliders but developed more and more into proper ones as they tested things.

But I just want justice league or other Outsiders (Potential crossovers perhaps?) to venture into Gotham to investigate the really high crime-rate, or maybe it's after No Man's Land where they're trying to figure out what happened. Only to start hearing whispers about these beasts that appear each night.