#galactic alignment system

[nonbinarynow]

Gender creativity and gender creatives will never not be beautiful in my opinion. I feel that xenogenderism, systems such as the galactic alignment system and the creation of new ways for enben to describe ourselves both in and out of relation to the binary is the forefront of queer gender abolitionism and individual binary deconstruction. It's wonderful to see that we are taking metaphors for gender, just like binary people, but we are running wild with them. It's queering gender, it's removing the seriousness of it, it's wholly enbiness. It's fully binary nonconforming. That is what being gender queer is all about.

[ashenwilting]

Partizonian: A term under the galactic alignment system where somebody is haschnavine-aligned. (link)

Etymology: Particle horizon Taglist: @radiomogai

[32s-genderlog]

4:55pm, 11/1/24

now im Novarian

[radiomogai]

[PT: Centriversian Flag. end PT]

Centriversian Flag

Centriversian (or centri-aligned): centrigender alignment from the galactian system. It's an umbrella term for alignments that are in between two or more alignments, or centered in the middle of certain alignments. For example, an individual whose experience is in between lunarian and spacialian.

It's not exactly the same as experiencing multiple alignments as someone can consider their centriversian to be one singular/monogender alignment. However one can consider their centriversian experience to be multiversian too.

Term by me. Flag and symbol by @astraldomination. It's a magnetar/neutron star, core of a star like its center. Based on centrigender and other galactian flags.

[liomstargloww]

annulic | galaxic | meteoric penumbric | phoenixic pistolic | siderealic | universic

the rest of the galactic orientations that i hadn't yet made as requested by @brosbroke!

annulic: attraction to annulians, potentially including solarians, spacialians, stellarians, novarians, pistolians, and phoenixians

galaxic: attraction to galaxians, potentially including solarians, stellarians, lunarians, eclipsians, nebularians, and novarians

meteoric: attraction to meteorians,potentially including spacialians, solarians, lunarians, eclipsians, cometians, and pistolians

penumbric: attraction to penumbrians, potentially including spacialians, lunarians, stellarians, nebularians, cometians, and phoenixians

pistolic: attraction to pistolians, potentially including solarians and spacialians

siderealic: attraction to siderealians, potentially including lunarians, solarians, stellarians, spacialians, eclipsians, nebularians, cometians, novarians, pistolians, phoenixians, galaxians, meteorians, penumbrains, and annulians

universic: attraction to universians, potentially including lunarians, solarians, stellarians, spacialians, singularians, eclipsians, nebularians, cometians, novarians, pistolians, phoenixians, galaxians, meteorians, penumbrians, annulians, and siderealians

i think that's all correct. i don't know it's been a while

tagging @radiomogai (no image IDs, sorry! if anyone could help out with that, i can add them to the original post)

[sea-of-stars-flag-workshop]

(id: a 7-striped flag. it goes, from top to bottom, grey, pink, yellow, black, blue, warm purple, a slightly lighter shade of gray. end id)

Demisingularian Libravoidrian Fluidflux

(demisingularian libravoidrian fluidflux)

for people who are both demisingularian, libravoidrian, and fluidflux in any way. this gender identity may be parts of one gender, several separate ones, or whatever description fits the user.

[andypantsx3]

𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 : 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 1.7k of unedited alien prince shouto thoughts based on this post from the other day! sfw, gender neutral reader. several elements of this universe were borrowed from my fave sci-fi novel; see end notes for deets!

he's beautiful—the todoroki prince. tall and strong in his high-collared uniform, strapped with lean muscle and handsomely humanoid. he's the first thing that snares your gaze as your party is guided into the hall of the sun—the reception dome that overlooks the rise of the star yuuei in the morning sky, used by the ruling family to receive visiting dignitaries.

it is morning, in endeavorian planetary time, and the sun has begun to rise. its light is weaker than you remember from back home—almost watery, pooling like quicksilver in the panes of the dome's ceiling.

up at the front of the hall, it catches in the strands of the white half of the prince's hair. from what izuku has told you, it's the half that indicates he's part of the himura bloodline. the himura dynasty has ruled the yuuei system from its capital planet of endeavor iv for tens of thousands of earth-years. it's the second longest line of unbroken rulers in mapped galactic history, an impressive feat.

the other half of the prince's hair is a fiery red, like that of the man who stands next to him—todoroki enji, the general of intergalactic renown, who donated half of prince shouto's genome as well as his clan name. each time a himuran royal from the main line marries, izuku had explained, talking at lightspeed in the podship, they take a branch name, typically sourced from the primary gene-donator. it helps keep inheritance lines clear.

prince shouto looks like he's inherited empress rei and todoroki enji's genes in exactly half—his coloring split down the middle, though his features are perfectly, almost hauntingly symmetrical. he wears a pin of flint at his collar that symbolizes his gender—one of yuuei's thirteen official designations. from what you understand from izuku, it most closely aligns with earth designation "man".

it's embarrassing how much you notice about the prince as you file into the hall, stationing yourself right at the gap between izuku and tenya's shoulders, so you can still see todoroki shouto.

"you don't think they'll reject the treaty and kill us all, do you?" denki mumurs nervously as he presses in behind you.

"no, i don't think so," izuku's gentle voice drifts back to you. he's a three-star ethnologist, studying for a command ethnology post. subsequently he's the most informed of any of the cadets that have been sent along with the treatise party. you and denki are just mechanics, sent along in case anything goes wrong.

"the alliance would be too much trouble for the yuuei," izuku explains. "they have good relations with the surrounding galaxies and tight control over a lot of resources. but the alliance is really large now, compared to the last time they approached the yuuei. they'll likely want to accept at least a loose federation with the allies."

up on the platform at the front of the hall, prince shouto blinks long and slow, like an earth cat. you realize with a start it's the first time you've seen him blink at all, and the subtle reminder that he is not just an extraordinarily handsome human man but the prince of an alien species makes your skin prickle.

"don't you think it's weird they are all this pretty?" denki asks. "it's weird, right?"

"definitely weird," you laugh, your eyes trailing over prince shouto's blade-straight nose, his pert, perfect mouth. "possibly illegal under intergalatic law."

prince shouto stills all of a sudden, and there is the tiniest tilt of his head. two heterochromatic eyes flick over your way, and you are completely embarrassed by the way your stomach swoops in response. you just manage not to grab onto tenya's uniform to steady yourself.

one of the prince's eyebrow arches almost imperceptibly, and you wonder if he's heard you from this distance—but no, that would be insane.

denki picks up his commentary, emboldened by your playing along. you think the prince's eyes linger just a little too long on the gap between izuku and tenya's shoulders, but then you're distracted by the reception beginning.

the alliance treaty officer strides forward, flanked by a few of the other officials your crew had ferried here. she performs an elaborate bow, as do the other officials. from izuku's muttering you gather it's some sort of ritualistic greeting, and empress rei at least looks pleased with it, waving a gentle hand to gesture the party forward.

there is some shuffling as various aides set up a table and a series of holo-tablets, along with various inks, a leathery roll of endeavorian traditional parchment, and—

"is that a knife?" you ask, peering at the long obsidian blade placed on the table in front of the officials.

izuku's fluffy head of green curls inclines. "treaties are sealed twice. once in the alliance fashion and then again in the local custom, to make it binding per both systems. blood pacts have been used in yuuei for millennia."

the brush of something over your face has your gaze turning back to the prince—to find him staring straight at you, those unblinking eyes boring into you.

"izuku, weird question. can the yuuei hear across rooms?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious.

a green eye peers back at you. "only in the event of their pair bonds—the yuuei are documented hearing their matepair across approximately ten earth-kilometers. i think we're safe over here though. why?"

matepair. the world settles strangely under your skin, as the prince's eyes brush across it.

"uh, matepair?" you echo.

tenya gives both you and izuku a quelling look, but it's not enough to deter izuku from ducking down to explain in slightly quieter tones. "the yuuei look human but they pair differently. they form a parapsychic bond with only a single partner, which they maintain and uphold for life. it's not just cultural—it's like a physical compulsion. they cannot take another pair, and they cannot be separated for long periods or they grow sick."

prince shouto is still staring straight at you, and it's not quite comforting enough to know that he cannot possibly hear you.

it's only his role in the ceremony that seems to eventually break the prince's weird focus in your direction. he steps forward to perform his duty as empress rei's chosen heir. you almost flinch as the knife draws across the pale skin of his palm, and he adds several drips of silvery blood to the parchment, symbolizing yuuei's intent to uphold the treaty across future monarchs.

the flesh of his palm knits itself back together in seconds, and another little shiver goes up your spine. those mismatched eyes flash back your way as he steps back, and the various aides and officials once again converge on the documents.

there is a brief flurry of activity, various bows and oaths, some stilted endeavorian verse. the chief treaty officer looks relieved when it's all over, and the royal family steps down from the dais to greet the rest of the visiting party, as is the customary honor granted to allies to the yuuei. tenya ushers you into the queue near the back with denki, a symbol of your lower status as mechanics.

you don't mind, as the thought of reaching prince shouto has your stomach doing what feel like backflips in your gut. the longer the delay the better.

izuku had walked everyone through the appropriate greetings on the podship, a few murmured words and a hand touch at chest-level—extremely hard to mess up, even for you. but nevertheless your pulse kicks up the closer you draw to the royal family.

there's a long line of them you greet first. offshoot branch members, then general todoroki enji, whose enormous palm burns hot against yours and who looks he'd rather take your party's hands off than touch them. then rei's unchosen heirs—the princess fuyumi, prince natsuo—and a gap where prince touya would have stood, were he not offworld.

and then you're standing in front of prince shouto, your pulse pounding in your ears. he's extremely tall up close, clearing six feet easily, broad across the shoulders and handsome in a way that almost makes your teeth ache. the yuuei look deceptively human, but this near you can see the tiny details that separate them from you—the slight double-point to their ears, the silvery undertone to their skin, the prolonged space between their breaths and their blinks.

and of course their inhuman beauty. they don't quite look like regular people, and it sparks a tiny note of wariness in the primeval part of your human hindbrain.

prince shouto's mismatched eyes pin you, silver and blue, as a sudden, silvery flush creeps across his face. you hold your hand out in greeting, trying not to wonder if you've somehow managed to offend him already—but instead of pressing his palm against yours, his long fingers suddenly grasp yours, clasping tightly.

beyond him, empress rei freezes too. all at once you can feel every single himuran noble turn to look at you, hundreds of eyes pinning on you.

reflexively, words tumble out of you. "shit did i—what did i do? were you supposed to get a different hand thingy?"

you can hear the treaty officer's horrified inhale at the terms shit and hand thingy, deployed in crass galactic standard in front of a literal prince. you immediately wish you could take them back, but from the look on the prince's face, he's already heard them.

something at the corner of his mouth twitches, like he's trying not to smile.

"y/n," he says, in a deep tone. it's crisply accented and just as beautiful as the rest of him.

it takes you a second to realize prince shouto has used your name, which he could not possibly know considering the uniform you'd been issued for the yuuei visit has no unique identifiers on it. you glance down at yourself, then back up at him, befuddled.

"how did you—? where did you—?" you garble out. "did denki put you up to this? how do you know me?"

prince shouto's fingers smooth over yours, delightfully warm, calloused and sure. "i would know you in any universe," he says, voice soft. behind you, you hear princess fuyumi make a tiny sound of delight.

you blink. "universe? what—uh, what universe? how would you—?"

but shouto leans in, tugging you closer with those deceptively strong fingers. he's so very warm up close, and so beautiful it makes your brain short circuit, especially as he lowers his face to yours. a shiver rolls down your spine as his other hand takes you gently by the chin.

and then he murmurs a single word before pressing his mouth to yours—

"matepair."

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: credits where they are due!! the idea of a space general dna donator, an overarching space alliance pursuing a treaty, & the flint pin denoting gender were taken from my fave sci-fi novel winter's orbit by everina maxwell! (if you love heartfelt gay love stories in space i am actually begging you to read it).

[vogelfreyh]

Ti’ad and the silhouette of a Davah, the extinct species from which her clan descends.

Sykho & Ti‘ad are my OCs - SPICE AND RUIN

Davah Lore under the cut!

The Davah Legacy

The Davah were an ancient, near-extinct species whose origins trace back to a remote and now-forgotten system called Yasiah on the edge of the galactic frontier. Long-limbed, humanoid in form, and known for their pale blue, luminescent eyes, the Davah were often mistaken for ghosts or spirits by early travelers who encountered them. Their skin was of a pearly white, and their faces bore no noses, only smooth, high cheekbones and slender mouths. Every movement they made seemed deliberate, almost ceremonial, as if they lived in constant awareness of the energies flowing through and around them.

The Davah culture was deeply spiritual, rooted in the belief that all things, flesh, stone, flame, memory- were connected through a living current they called "the Echo Deep". Though not aligned with the Jedi or Sith, many among them were sensitive to the Force in a raw, untrained way. They did not command it, they communed with it.

Their society was guided by temple orders rather than governments. Each temple was led by a Seer-Priestess, women chosen not by bloodline but by vision. They were the interpreters of silence, the keepers of memory, and the voices of Ki’set Al’mea’ch, the legendary priestess who, after her mysterious disappearance, became the heart of their faith.

Worship among the Davah was quiet, sensory, and deeply symbolic. Sacred tattoos marked rites of passage: birth, love, loss, war, and death. Singing was done not only with voice but with harmonics generated through movement, breath, and crystal resonance. Fire was seen as both destroyer and messenger, a bridge between the mortal and divine.

Over the centuries, war, imperial expansion, and cultural erosion scattered the Davah across the stars. Many assimilated into other species, slowly blending physically and genetically. What remains are bloodlines, fragments of memory carried in eyes, in gestures, in dreams.

One such surviving lineage is the Davah Clan from Yasiah, to which Ti’ad belongs. Though much of the old knowledge has faded, the clan has preserved what they could. Through oral stories, ritual tattoos, and fiercely guarded tradition.

They still honor the ancient rites in smaller, sacred circles - fire meditations, symbol offerings, and seasonal observances under open skies. Members of the clan often bear the same pale blue eyes and carry long lifespans, aging far more slowly than humans.

The Davah Clan is not large, but they are proud, nomadic, and bound together by the shared weight of memory. They speak little of their origins to outsiders, and their spirituality is private, often misinterpreted as superstition. But to those within, the old ways are alive.

The Echo Deep still murmurs in their bones.

[melodi-jackson]

🌌~✨♾️Paragon♾️✨~🌌

I made another tsams/leas/ and an eaps oc

Meet paragon! They aren’t an astral being and is NOT related with star power. They do have a very deep connection with the astral bodies and other celestial entities. They are VERY ancient. They are an eldritch cosmic entity with the ability to create and destroy life. This isn’t there original form, they look like a dca attendant model which they are very fond of but why do they look like a dca attendant model? There’s a WHOLE lore story behind it.

Pronouns: they/them

Gender: none

Age: ??? (Ancient, immortal)

Alignment: lawful neutral

Personality: ???

An ancient eldritch cosmic entity which they are known to represent “the pillar of creation, balance, perfection and destruction”

There are more pillars, they only know a few other pillars and some of those they are familiar with and have a close bond. There’s only two pillars who they know and relatively close to and have a special bond known as the pillars of Suns and Moons :)

Very fond of dca attendant models and obsessed with advanced technology

They are responsible for every aspect of existence and responsible for everything to exist that’s yet to die eventually.

They know everything.

♾️✨Powers/ Abilities✨♾️

Has the ability to create all life for those in misfortune and the ability create destruction and rain down despair and misery to cruel, unforgiving souls

Can naturally produce and absorb energy

Has an infinite digestive system

Regeneration

manifestation

Divination

Purification

Restoration Magic

Gravitokinesis

spatiokinesis

realitokinesis

Astro-Psionics

Astrokinetic Combat

Astral Manipulation

Astral Projection

Black Hole Creation

Black Hole Manipulation

Constellation Creation

Inter-stellar travel

Cosmic Awareness

Cosmic Concentration

Cosmic Constructs

Cosmic Conversion

Cosmic Creation

Cosmic Defense

Cosmic Deformation

Cosmic Destruction

Cosmic Earth Manipulation

Cosmic Element Manipulation

Cosmic Empowerment

Cosmic Energy Absorption

Cosmic Energy Manipulation

Cosmic Fire Manipulation

Cosmic Generation

Cosmic Immunity

Cosmic Manipulation

Cosmic Medium Manipulation

Cosmic Pressure

Cosmic Projection

Cosmic Radiation Generation

Cosmic Solidification

Cosmic Storm

Cosmic Telekinesis

Cosmic Warping

Cosmic Water Manipulation

Cosmic Weaponry

Cosmic Weather Manipulation

Cosmic Wind Manipulation

Cosmic-Electric Manipulation

Cosmological Force Manipulation

Esoteric Cosmic Manipulation

Galactic Energy Manipulation

Galaxy Attacks

Galaxy Creation

Galaxy Destruction

Galaxy Manipulation

Gyrokinetic Combat

Heliokinetic Combat

Infernal Manipulation

Magic Portal Creation

Magical Telekinesis

Planet Creation

Planetary System Creation

Planetary System Destruction

Planetary System Manipulation

Plant Destruction

Platform Creation

Solar Energy Manipulation

Solar Generation

Solar Manipulation

Space Energy Manipulation

Space Wind Defiance

Star Creation

Star Destruction

Stellar Energy Manipulation

Stellar Generation

Stellar Manipulation

Stellar Manipulation

Stellar Pillar Projection

Void Manipulation

White Hole Creation

White Hole Manipulation

telescopic vision

morphing

soul creation

soul destruction

(power list is very LONG im still writing it 🥲👍)

[blueikeproductions]

I’ve said before Transformers has struggled recently with its villains and recent material doesn’t change this.

Ever since this happened…

We’ve largely been stuck with poor man’s Vegeta Megatron.

And as such the series has lost its main villain, and become directionless.

The modern version of this trend started with Rescue Bots & RiD15, but it made sense in their respective series, and the replacement villains were treated like actual villains and are fondly remembered because of that.

It’s also not the first time Megatron was succeeded in leadership, as the Marvel Comics did this shockingly frequently.

With RatBat being the most unique case, in that he was the only one who largely succeeded in his efforts, and was a result of sincerely wanting to try something different.

I think that sincerity is long gone in favor of brand stagnation and “DEI” despite the later going out the door as of typing.

The usual replacement tends to be Galvatron, often depicted as an evolved Megatron through mystical means.

But Hasbro seems very reluctant to use Galvatron lately for whatever reason, instead usually having him as a (technically) separate character if he does show up.

Cyberverse kinda shows the current problem two fold. The bad writers convinced themselves they wrote a sympathetic Megatron when the writing shows him to still be certifiably insane and going through what is essentially an on the nose bad break up with Optimus. This extended to Megatron somehow being worthy of using the Matrix, and able to use it, despite Decepticons never typically being able to, and imply Optimus isn’t worthy of the Matrix, but never follow up on it.

To convince themselves and the audience that the regular CV Megatron was still a good person despite his atrocities, the writers pulled an Archie Sonic, and brought on their own Robo-Robotnik in Megatron X.

He too is apparently worthy of the Matrix and able to use it, despite completely destroying Cybertron and most, if not all, of its non Perfectcon inhabitants.

(To be fair, the idea of a Decepticon being able to use the Matrix goes back to Marvel G1 Thunderwing, but his actions helped corrupt the Matrix, creating the Dark Matrix Creature, but Cyberverse never states this is the case at all. This isn’t really a popular concept the series goes back to either, making Cyberverse the outlier.)

This ties back to Hasbro’s reluctance on Galvatron, as X was originally supposed to BE Galvatron in a Marvel G1 homage, but Hasbro said no.

So we’ve been left with a weird, but non committed, experimental phase of trying out different Villians to less than stellar results…

(Mandroid and Scourge are pretty good villains, but Mandroid quickly succumbed to bad writing, & Scourge was fairly quickly killed off, with no clear intent to go back to the Terrorcons and have a Movie Cyclonus based on the Armada version to take Scourge’s place.)

This feeds back into fan complaints about Hasbro’s unwillingness to try new things I’ve seen recently. In context the complaint was more wanting another Beast Wars like thing with new factions and new non G1 characters.

Like we HAVE been getting that with the Terrans and Terrorcons, but it’s clear kids aren’t that interested in them, and adult fans are as fickle as ever and not supporting it super well either. TFONE is pry the most damning, where it’s doing poorly across the planet theatrically, despite trying a new non-evergreen art style, and a much better version of Aligned/IDW caste system that simplifies it to Cogs & Cogless.

It’s not for lack of trying, but it’s also not grabbing kids well either.

This weird flip flopping recently came into play with Galactic Trials, the crappy looking racing game.

The game casts Nemesis Prime as the main villain, who tried to steal the relics of the Primes, but fail and cast the Chaos Emeralds, er, relics across the galaxy.

Here’s the weird part: this happens before the Great War began, with the Autobots and Decepticons now finding out in the present and scrambling to collect the relics for themselves. The story isn’t expanded and confuses things. Nemesis typically isn’t even a Prime, but a Decepticon clone of Optimus. Barring a few exceptions, the main deviation this MIGHT be referencing is IDW Nova Prime, who briefly became Nemesis Prime, powered by a Matrix like relic from the Dead Universe.

So does that mean in this universe the Matrix chose a guy literally named Nemesis to be Prime? Is this actually supposed to be Nova Prime via IDW? Is this Orion Pax’s black sheep of the product line? So many questions this game isn’t going to answer.

This is the frustrating part about all this. I like that they’re trying to branch out still, and I liked Nemesis Prime in IDW and back when he was Scourge in RiD01, but…

He’s kinda pointless here.

Why are we using a “new” character for a failing on launch, not-mobile game, when the plot would be much simpler in that Megatron or Starscream raided the vault of the Primes only for Optimus to intervene and launch the relics into space. Why is Nemesis the villain? For that matter, since it’s a racing game, shouldn’t the Stunticons be the villains?

This is where CyberWorld might be the make or break now.

I think slowly but surely, Hasbro is recognizing their past ideas on overusing antihero Megatron isn’t working, and that they need to properly commit to a successor if they don’t want Megatron to be a villain anymore.

Going by toy leaks, it appears they’ve decided to go BACK to Galvatron proper, but they also include Scorponok, who’s typically cast as a leader in some capacity (excluding Beast Wars).

(Until we learn more, I’m leaning towards their roles being similar to Superlink’s.)

So I think that’s a step in the right direction so far; going for Skybound’s aim of familiar but, they’re willing to pivot under better writing.

I think that’s where TFONE D-16 doesn’t work as a concept.

Like it if not, casual audiences and kids aren’t that invested in the idea of a wide eyed good boi Megatron who fell from grace or wants to redeem.

They want these kinds of power hungry megalomaniacal Megatrons, who are willing to go the extra mile just to upstage Optimus to stroke their own ego. Not high school bosom buddies with gay lover subtext that Stereotypical Tumblr-Twitter wants. And hopefully with what we’ve seen with Skybound, we’re going back to that Megatron soon. And if we don’t go back to Megatron strictly, then Galvatron might be the way to go cartoon wise.

[talonabraxas]

“Energy like you has no beginning and no end. It can never be destroyed. It is only ever shifting states.” — Panache Desai

8:8 Lion's Gate Talon Abraxas

WELCOME TO THE 8:8 LION’S GATE – JULY 26~AUGUST 12, 2025 A NEW GALACTIC YEAR HEALING THE DIVINE MASCULINE

Dear friends, the initial energy waves of the Lion’s Gate energy portal are already flowing in, today July 26 marks its official opening. This year’s 8:8 portal opening has been accompanied by some solar winds and a moderate geomagnetic storm in our planetary atmosphere, allowing the initial Lion’s gate lightcodes to stream stronger than usual. This solar wind may become more intense tomorrow Sunday as part of a recent solar coronal mass ejection.

Today, we are also moving into the new Galactic Year according to some ancient cultures. This date was honored by the Ancient Mayans and the Ancient Egyptians as the moment when planet Earth begins a new cycle in its ongoing evolution. In Egypt, this was known as the "Heliacal Rising of Sirius", a time when annually and with exact precision the Nile River flooded each year. This event marks the beginning of a new chapter in the evolutionary story of us as an enlightened human cosmic linage. Although I must say that some ancestral classic Mayan descendants in Central America claim that this date is not the original new galactic year. However, this time window between July 26 and August 12 has always had a special energetic imprint throughout history.

The presence of the frequencies of number 8 makes this portal quite significant and intense. The energetic resonance of number 8 is all about abundance, prosperity, and infinite flow. It's a powerful number that embodies the principles of manifestation, karma, and balance. In the context of the 8:8 portal window that we enter today, the attributes of number 8 are amplified, representing a gateway to heightened abundance, spiritual growth, and cosmic alignment. This portal is like a magnet for positive energy, attracting prosperity and opportunities for personal empowerment. The double 8 intensifies these qualities, creating a potent vortex for transformation and manifestation.

The 8:8 lightcodes will be specially awakening and healing our ancestral divine masculine aspects during these weeks. As we move deeper into the Lion’s Gate portal towards August, you may start noticing your creativity and inner drive being enhanced, including downloading tons of inspirations/insights and confidently exploring and expressing your ideas in the outer world. This inner energetic pulse will be guiding you towards a more authentic way of living, dissolving inner barriers that are preventing you from co-creating a more empowered timeline for your earthly journey.

Any inner blockages will have to be faced under these intense energies, but fear not, this process will allow you to find hidden stagnant energies that need to be healed and released. These issues may be recent, or from our childhood, or even ancient patterns from soul experiences in other timelines and planets. As you connect your awareness and consciousness with the 8:8 energies during this period, deep insights will come to surface.

Those of you who are energy sensitive may also be experiencing some physical symptoms already, as signs of inner recalibrations for an improved resonance between your nervous system fields and the 8:8 lightcodes. Mild dizziness, headaches, change in appetite, hypersensitivity to sounds and light, and other issues may be present during these initial waves as your third eye area expands and recalibrates. Remember to ground your energy daily and stay well hydrated. I’ll be posting more updates as these amazing energies unfold.

Have a wonderful weekend, and an empowering and enlightening Lion’s Gate. Much love

WE ARE ONE ♡

Diego E. Berman 2025

[greenerteacups]

would love to read a version of dune that's (a) from the fremen perspective (natch) but also (b) doesn't glorify the fremen as this noble victim civilization that gets taken in hand by iterative generations of colonial forces and religious brainwashing, but rather as its own civilization with complex plans for liberation that have ALSO been built up over thousands of years. like maybe you're several nations — a PLANET's worth — of tribalistic nomadic peoples, with significantly different cultures and traditions, who have over centuries and centuries finally aligned and coalesced into an alliance for military support, developed an intercontinental transport system (worms), acquired technology capable of fucking up galactic imperial siege weapons, AND you have the means to take down significant portions of the spice harvesting operation. BUT. you don't reveal to the colonists that you have it. because you only get one shot at this. once you lose the element of surprise, the empire is going to park its nukes in your front lawn and you're never gonna see liberation. so you have to take this thing in one go.

AND THEN suddenly the ruling colonial house of your planet gets deposed by one of its colonial rivals, and there's this skinny teenage warlord wandering around helplessly in the desert with his mom, and you take him in because (a) hey, you're not made of stone, you're not gonna just a kid bite it out there, but also (b) this kid is technically acknowledged as the "ruler" of your planet under imperial law, and he's incredibly politically valuable. and you've just not only saved his life, but effectively hold his only remaining family member as hostage. so THEN you give that family, his mother, a corruptive psychedelic that permanently rewires her by implanting psychological imprints of centuries of your religious figures into her mind, which like — I mean, she's technically a hivemind for your religion now? and that's his mom. and then he falls in love with someone from your culture and she becomes pregnant with his kid. which he's treating as his official heir. and you're telling me the fremen don't see an opportunity?

and like you could still do the messiah prophecy, thing, right, because surely, with that many fremen on the planet, some of them are going to believe he's the lisan al-gaib. a lot of them, probably. the cult's still huge. and THAT'S THE CLINCHER. from a fremen leader's perspective, this is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity to unite all the fremen tribes behind your banner — because you're the one who found this fucker, right, his mom is your priestess, he's grown up with you — and rally an army under the pretense of an Atreides restoration. and then once Paul actually gets on the throne, of Arrakis or the Empire or whatever, what's he going to do? give Arrakis back to the fremen! immediately! or he's going to die, and his children by Chani will take power, putting a fremen on the imperial throne. meaning that not only fremen, but stilgar's tribe in particular, will end up immensely powerful. because paul has institutional respect and ability to parlay with the great houses, making him the perfect vessel for fremen political ambitions. and you get to spend years sculpting him ideologically into someone who wants both your philosophy and your political ambitions.

only then he actually gets power, and suddenly: whoops! you created a kid who thinks he's a god. and he wants your civilization to expand over the whole imperium, spreading your philosophy and securing his political reign. and you're going: uh, that's fine, actually, we just wanted this one planet? but it's too late, because he thinks he's the messiah, because you told him he's the messiah, and a lot of people now agree with him. and so now the fremen, though ostensibly in political control of the imperium, have to deal with the problem of a child-emperor who thinks he's jesus, and thinks you're his apostles. figure that one out.

[32s-genderlog]

11:52am, 11/1/24

Happy november!

currently Galaxian

[rei-ismyname]

Storm's 2nd dinner with DOOM

Doctor DOOM and Ororo have a weird relationship and seem to genuinely enjoy each other's company, kinda. They have had 1 on 1 dinner together thrice, and since DOOM just took over the world it feels topical to look into them.

For context, Mars has very recently been terraformed into Planet Arakko and the entire Arakki island and people rehomed there. As part of the Sol system joining galactic society a planet with unified leadership was required. Earth isn't that, so Ororo ended up Regent of the solar system.

As such, when DOOM requested a meeting it was a matter of astropolitics. Diplomatic forms were observed and dinner was served with a testament to mutant achievement and unity in the background. DOOM started prodding away, as he does, so Ororo reminded him of their first dinner where he behaved very poorly. He pivoted to negging her about her relationship with T'challa and Storm delicately pointed out his own recent marital humiliation.

DOOM is clearly over that, heh. His real reason for being here is because he's consolidating power for his takeover, even this far back. He set up the events of The Last Annihilation to buy goodwill, steal Dormammu's power, and either blame the mutants or bring them onside.

Obviously he loves a good flex, letting her know he knows what only they should know - where Mysterium came from and what it can do. Like any good magician he practices misdirection and snappy patter. There's a certain audacity in DOOM telling anyone to be careful with cosmic forces - there's nobody who's fucked with them for his own benefit more than DOOM.

DOOM offers with one hand while taking with the other. I daresay he would have been happy with an alliance if Ororo was interested, but mutants already have enough of a rogue state image without publicly aligning with Latveria. DOOM delivers vague warnings about a crisis he set up and will very publicly solve though there's another simpler reason for doing this - he likes it. He loves power, loves feeling smart, loves vendettas and playing games with people. There's enough truth in his warnings that they should be heeded, but mutants have more trustworthy magical allies they can rely on. They didn't, but that's beside the point. The game is enough for DOOM.

Storm doesn't feel like playing anymore, and feels no obligation to play along with DOOM's game or DOOM's rules. She doesn't harm him, but she does bruise his ego.

She basically tells him to fuck off. Not so crudely, of course, but the no and the reason for it are emphatic. DOOM has no regrets, totes ;). Interestingly, DOOM and his X-Men did pitch in against ORCHIS, though that plot thread wasn't linked to this. When Krakoa was about to leave this dimension forever, DOOM had Volta steal a seed, which I'd say is related to the patient accumulation of power that led to One World Under DOOM. He also called Krakoa 'the most unserious superpower on this world or any other.' Hilarious and accurate.

I'll cover their first dinner next time, all the way back in the 70s.

[ask-blog-for-cold-family]

more headcannon about Frieza (11)

Out of fear of accidentally hurting others, Frieza almost never initiates physical contact—even something as simple as a handshake makes him hesitate. If someone suddenly approaches him, he instinctively takes half a step back. Due to chronic sleep deprivation, Frieza occasionally experiences hallucinations, such as glimpses of Cooler’s angry face. However, he always pretends not to see them. The base of Frieza’s tail is extremely sensitive—if touched, it causes his scales to bristle involuntarily. Frieza actually dislikes fighting in person. He fears accidentally destroying a planet, grumbling, "Then I’ll have to recalculate taxes and population statistics again—how bothersome." He much prefers resolving conflicts through negotiation or threats. When forced to sleep, Frieza usually lies like a corpse: hands folded neatly over his chest, tail coiled tightly around him. It’s a hyper-vigilant yet deliberately still defensive posture. However, during nightmares, his body may lash out on its own—so when he wakes up, he’s no longer in that position. Frieza’s brain is slightly sensitive to intense light and chaotic noise, making him prone to mild sensory overload. His private chambers are always kept soundproofed, dimly lit, and cold. He can read over 90 languages and secretly enjoys translating ancient poems from long-lost civilizations. Frieza likes collecting interesting stones, oddly shaped planetary seeds, and miniature toy models. He claims it’s for “imperial sample collection,” but in truth, he just likes them. Frieza is actually a bit messy. As long as it doesn’t interfere with his work, he’s indifferent to everything else. He leaves wine bottles and glasses scattered across the floor and desk. His documents and books are organized with near-perfection—even down to the exact alignment of page corners—for efficient reference and system analysis. But at the edge of the desk, there may be a half-drunk wine glass or spilled liquor. On the floor, there might be shards of glass, crushed empty bottles, or old galactic newspapers. As long as it doesn’t trip him, he won’t bother cleaning it. He only directs his energy and cleanliness toward things he deems “valuable”—such as power, order, knowledge management, and strategic systems. Frieza adores sweetness. When drinking tea, he adds an absurd amount of sugar—turning strong black tea into something syrupy. Most others would wince at just one sip. He feels no shame about it and will calmly explain: “Sugar supports cerebral stability, emotional regulation, and strategic clarity.” although he enjoys original flavors too, the sweeter, the better. Due to his race, Frieza doesn’t actually need to eat, so he rarely eats unless he really wants to. When he does, he only eats things he enjoys. He can’t handle spicy food, has a very strong preference for sweet flavors, but does okay with salty dishes.

[your-bigender-big-brother]

Could you coin a outherine galactic alignment gender. (If it isn’t to much to ask)

Spherian: An outherine-aligned identity that is part of the Galactian Alignment System.

The name refers to the celestial sphere, a radius of astronomical observation oriented around Earth. Since outherine genders are typically non-xenine, basing it on how Earth views the cosmos is parallel to the idea of basing genders on human gender concepts.

Space is everything to me and I love the chance to coin genders based on astronomical concepts. I might coin at least one more galactian term soon, if I can think of a symbol.

Also, I made the yellow stripe more orange to help it stand out, which I will do for any other abinarine galactian alignments I happen to coin. - 💙💚