#flag of homeworld

[neopronouns]

gem fusion | corrupted gem crystal gem | homeworld gem

role systems based on steven universe gems!

gem system genders are genders related to being a gem of [x]/an [x] gem. they are connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, gem aesthetics, and being a gem in the 'steven universe' sense. these terms should be named as ‘gem[x]’ or ‘[x]gem’ - for example, a kitten gem system gender might be called ‘gemkitten' or 'kittengem'.

fusion system genders are genders related to being a fusion of [x]/an [x] fusion. they are connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, fusion aesthetics, and being a fusion in the 'steven universe' sense. these terms should be named as ‘fus[x]’ or ‘fusi[x]’ - for example, a kitten fusion system gender might be called ‘fuskitten' or 'fusikitten'.

corrupted gem system genders are genders related to being a corrupted gem of [x]/an [x] corrupted gem. they are connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, corruption aesthetics, corrupted gem aesthetics, and being a corrupted gem in the 'steven universe' sense. these terms should be named as ‘[x]ruptem’ - for example, a kitten corrupted gem system gender might be called ‘kittenruptem'.

crystal gem system genders are genders related to being a crystal gem of [x]/an [x] crystal gem. they are connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, earth-related aesthetics, crystal gem aesthetics, and being a crystal gem in the 'steven universe' sense. these terms should be named as ‘[x]crysem’ - for example, a kitten crystal gem system gender might be called ‘kittencrysem'.

homeworld gem system genders are genders related to being a homeworld gem of [x]/an [x] homeworld gem. they are connected to [x], [x] aesthetics, space/alien-related aesthetics, homeworld gem aesthetics, and being a homeworld gem in the 'steven universe' sense. these terms should be named as ‘[x]homem’ - for example, a kitten homeworld gem system gender might be called ‘kittenhomem'.

the top three stripes of each template are from:

gem system: the steven universe logo and younger steven's shirt

fusion system: sugilite, sardonyx, and opal's gemstones

corrupted system: jasper's corruption splotches

crystal gem system: garnet, amethyst, and pearl's gemstones

homeworld gem system: the diamond authority logo

to use these templates, place them over a ten-stripe flag template and color in the five blank stripes. typically, terms in these gender systems use the same color on the two stripes surrounding the large middle stripe (here’s one example and another), but they don’t have to.

tags: @radiomogai, @en8y

flag id: five flags in a nine-stripe format, with the fifth stripe being twice as large as the rest. only the first, second, third, and fifth stripes have color, while the rest are transparent. the top flag's stripes, in order, are soft red, light red-pink, golden yellow, and cream.

the middle left flag's stripes, in order, are dark indigo, light pinkish-red, very light blue, and cream. the middle right flag's stripes, in order, are dark teal, light faded green, pale yellow-green, and cream. the bottom left flag's stripes, in order, are dark pinkish-red, purple, pinkish-white, and cream. the bottom right flag's stripes, in order, are very light pink, very light blue, very light yellow, and white. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

dni link

[alazulite]

The next of my flag designs; a flag for an alternate/future nation based around the Gem Homeworld.

[jayrockin]

The crest of the Bug Ferret Galactic Community, a intergovernmental organization that represents the of the vast majority of bug ferret polities and institutions in galactic politics.

The crest depicts the habitable tropics of the bug ferret homeworld, and the avatars of their planet (brown and white ferret with a teal band overhead) and their large moon (pink spotted ferret with an orange fungi) surrounded by a pink cloud representing their relationship as egg twins in Star Family mythology. The homeplanet is shown transferring life to their sibling, who is imagined as having been a stillborn that was returned from death by terraforming. The six other ferrets represent the inhabited celestial bodies of the local star system. There are some expanded forms of the BFGC crest that include avatars of more or all of the inhabited worlds in their territory, which can get ridiculously large. Bug ferrets can only see red through green on the visible light spectrum, meaning their blue gas giant and bodies of water are depicted as a dark, grayish green.

Like other ferret crests, it can be represented in any style between painted realism and a "Braille" form; simple grooves that are easier for touch identification in total darkness. Bug ferrets do not use flags to represent political factions— they are accustomed to windless underground tunnels and tend to have poorer long distance vision than other sophonts, making "legibility at a distance" unimportant to them.

PATREON | STORE | Runaway to the Stars

[tennessoui]

Kit! I'm obsessed with your writing!

For the prompt list: 25!

(prompt list)

i don't think i've ever done this prompt/this combination!

25. librarian/avid reader au (sort of)

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As a Jedi who rarely goes undercover, Obi-Wan is used to the occasional stare. Citizens of the Republic are all too often fascinated by the Jedi, and Obi-Wan knows he looks like a holo-perfect one. His choice of wardrobe rarely deviates from Jedi standard, and he’s been told he radiates the sort of complete inner peace that people associate with Jedi. It’s all very flattering and it mostly means that it is impossible for him not to be made as a Jedi the moment he steps out of the Temple.

So he’s rather used to the occasional stare from civilians. It’s almost to be expected.

He is much less used to that sort of attention within the Temple. 

Especially within the Archives, where general practice and observation of decorum demands that all who are present must keep their noses out of everyone else’s business. Jedi do not come to the Archives to chat. They come to research, to learn, to study.

They certainly do not come to the Archives to gawp at other more respectable Jedi.

Obi-Wan tries to convey this in the glare he sends across the cavernous reading room to the padawan currently watching him from between the stacks of datapads.

It must work because the padawan’s eyes widen and then he ducks out of sight, disappearing in a flash of lilac robes, the color of fabric denoting an Archival padawan.

Huh.

He’s never drawn the ire of the Archival Jedi before, and he doesn’t quite understand what he could have done now. After all, he is waist-deep in a research project for Grandmaster Yoda—he is in the Archives almost every day of the week and makes a point to abide all of the Archive’s customs and rules.

When Obi-Wan leaves a few hours later, daily notes carefully tucked away in a bag and two datapads on loan, he checks with the droid that scans the serials on the ‘pads, but the droid has no record of Obi-Wan Kenobi possessing an overdue ‘pad or flimsi-book. 

It’s strange.

But then, padawans are strange creatures. Probably why Obi-Wan doesn’t think he’ll ever have one himself.

—-------------

Three days later, he returns to the Archives, one datapad in his bag for return.

It’d looked promising on the shelf, a database containing different accounts of the oral history of Jedha, but upon further perusal, it had been useless to his needs. What Obi-Wan was researching—what he needed to find were descriptions of the earliest Jedi on Jedha. The growth of two factions inside that temple, told from an outsider’s point of view. 

What he needed to find was a description of the beginning of the Sith, and that was proving difficult.

He deposits the datapad at the droid’s counter, tapping his fingers along the surface for a moment in thought before he turns to stride deeper into the Archives. He supposes—there are planets outside of Jedha with histories heavy in Sith ideology. He does not have to start with Jedha, even if that’s where the Sith Order began.

He can pull a list of the most notorious Sith lords; he can note down their homeworlds, perhaps request Council permission to travel to those planets. To understand the past, one must understand the present too—or the nearer decades of history at the very least. 

It’s a place to start, anyway.

Two hours later, he has neatly copied down the names, titles, and homeworlds of six different Sith lords.

And then he runs into a problem. His search of the Sith Lord Plagueius results in a short missive from the database:

>> User: OWKenobi, ACCESS has been denied. Your activity has been flagged as SUSPICIOUS.

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows furrow, and he looks around himself, half wondering if anyone else is experiencing the same sort of problem.

But the group of Initiates closeby seem to be carrying along fine, giggling quietly to themselves as they pick at the keyboards in front of them.

Obi-Wan frowns and turns back to his own keyboard, deleting the name of the Sith lord and typing in another’s. Darth Feindan, a ruthless Sith who had lived close to five hundred years ago, known as the ghost of the Outer Rim and known for—

>> User: OWKenobi, ACCESS has been denied. Your activity has been flagged as SUSPICIOUS.

Alright. Fine. Darth Derritus. He had risen to power a thousand years before, because of—

>> User: OWKenobi, ACCESS has been denied. Your activity has been flagged as SUSPICIOUS.

“What?” Obi-Wan murmurs to himself, putting down his stylus finally to stare at the locked screen.

When he drags the cursor across the screen, a new message pops up.

User: OWKenobi, your account has been LOCKED. Please see SYSTEM ADMIN for SUPPORT.

He blows out a shocked, annoyed breath, standing from his desk. Alright. Obviously there’s been some sort of mistake, and Obi-Wan can sort of understand what’s happened. The Sith are not much of a threat to the Jedi Order in this day and age, but they’re still considered rather…taboo.

Obviously, his purely academic interest was flagged as suspicious because of the nature of some Jedi attitudes towards the remnants of the Sith. 

All he’ll have to do is talk with the Archival staff and get his access back. Perhaps Jocasta Nu is present today. He will tell her of the error, that he has been assigned a research project by the Grandmaster Yoda, and she will straighten things out.

Yes, she’ll handle it completely.

Only it’s not Master Nu behind the Archival desk when Obi-Wan approaches the front entrance.

It’s the same lilac-clad padawan that Obi-Wan had caught glaring at him all those days ago.

And to make matters worse, the boy is glaring at him again, watching him approach with his arms crossed over his chest.

Obi-Wan fights the urge to glare back. He is an accomplished Jedi Knight, and this is a youngling.

Well, not a youngling. He is obviously a senior padawan, braid long enough to reach past his shoulder and rest over his heart. Obi-Wan would put him at perhaps eighteen, perhaps twenty. There’s something still rather boyish about his features, despite the overall pleasantness of his dark eyes, soft lips, apparent cheekbones.

Though that just may be the childish scowl he’s wearing as Obi-Wan approaches. As soon as he gets to the counter, however, the boy drops his eyes to the book in front of him as if it’s suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. “Hello,” Obi-Wan says, because he is an accomplished Jedi Knight who is capable of keeping annoyance out of his tone. “I seem to have run into a problem with my research.”

“Oh?” The senior padawan says, sounding somehow both insouciant and insolent. Obi-Wan bites on his tongue so he cannot say any of the first five things that pop into his mind. “Yes,” he says instead. “The problem being that a system administrator seems to have locked me out of my account.”

The system administrator in question turns another page in his book. “What were you researching?” 

“Information that I as a Jedi Knight have the right to access,” Obi-Wan snaps, irritation seeping into his tone despite his best abilities. “Now can you please give me back my account permissions, padawan—” he breaks off and cranes his head to look at the nameplate on the desk.  “—Skywalker so that I can get back to work?”

Padawan Skywalker shuts his book with much more force than is required as he turns his face up to glare at Obi-Wan. “You’re researching the Dark Side.”

“I’m certainly trying my best to,” Obi-Wan replies drily. “It would go a lot faster if you would unlock my account.”

“Why are you researching the Dark side?” 

“Because I’m deliberating the benefits of Falling and would like to understand their position on universal healthcare for Dark side users before committing, padawan. Now, could—” “You’re not funny,” Padawan Skywalker says furiously, lips suddenly pinched white, taking his book and his bag and turning away.

Obi-Wan watches him go with his mouth open.

Well, he supposes that means he must put a pin in researching the Dark side for the moment.

Good thing he has just stumbled upon another subject worth investigating.

—--------------------

He feels rather sheepish the next day when he returns to the Archives with a cup of take-away caf in one hand and folded piece of flimsi in the other.

Thank the Force Padawan Skywalker is behind the front desk once more. 

Damn the Force that Padawan Skywalker is behind the front desk once more.

He’s leaning with his head on the palm of his hand, pushing his stylus around on a blank sheet of paper with the Force as his other fingers drum restlessly over the protective covers of the datapads near him.

“Does your master allow you to use the Force in such a needless way, padawan?” Obi-Wan is saying automatically before he can bite his own tongue off which really would have been preferable. Anakin Skywalker lets the stylus drop and glares up at him as if he thinks so as well. “What are you doing back here?” He says, an accusation.

Obi-Wan, because he may be more of a youngling than he gives himself credit for, says, “This is a public place.”

And Anakin Skywalker, who is every inch a nineteen year old child, sneers and replies, “Maybe for people with account access,” which really just makes Obi-Wan want to close his eyes and take several deep breaths and then pinch at the bridge of his nose.

But he cannot do that, because he’s holding a piece of flimsi paper in one hand and a cup of apology caf in the other one.

So instead he places the caf on the counter and pushes it closer to Anakin. “I didn’t recognize you,” he says before Anakin can decide to throw it at him or push it away or point out the sign at the entrance to the Archives that says, in very bold letters, NO FOOD OR DRINK PLEASE.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan’s words throw him off guard. “What?”

“Yesterday,” Obi-Wan says patiently. “I didn’t recognize you nor your name. I’m sorry, Anakin.”

Anakin blinks. For the first time in ten years, Obi-Wan is treated with the sight of the boy’s face without a glare or sneer or unpleasant expression. He’s all wide-eyed disbelief, slightly parted lips, dark eyelashes, darker brows, creased in confusion.

Obi-Wan suddenly and very intently misses the sneer. At least then the boy was too annoying to be considered attractive.

He’s much too young to be considered attractive now, Obi-Wan reminds himself rather pointedly. 

And he’s still annoying.

“It’s been ten years,” Anakin points out. His presence in the Force has turned rather…shy, akin to a blush as he reaches out and takes the caf from the counter, curling both hands around the cup. “And we never met.” “No,” Obi-Wan agrees. “But we should have. We would have shared the same master, if the Force were kinder.”

And they really should have—Obi-Wan had been Knighted at the age of twenty-three. Two years later, his old master went on a mission with his old master to Naboo. When they’d ended up on Tatooine instead, Qui-Gon Jinn had found a stray he’d wanted to adopt, a little boy from the desert. And when he’d been murdered only a few days later, Yan Dooku had stepped in and taken the boy as his padawan.

Up until he left the Order four years ago.

“Yeah, well,” Anakin mutters, shoulders falling down and in slightly. “It is what it is.”

The rumors are impossible to escape, and Obi-Wan admits that they’re…intriguing. That Dooku didn’t just leave the Order four years ago, but that he Fell. That he succumbed to the Dark Side after years of fighting against it. That studying the Dark had become a fevered pastime of his in the last few months before he Fell. Before he left.

Before he left his padawan behind.

“Lilac suits you,” Obi-Wan blurts out, wholly without meaning to. The boy had just looked so despondent for a moment, so pinned and small. 

He has not had an easy lot of it, one master dead at the hands of a Sith after only a few days in his company and the other giving him up after several years to become one.

No wonder he’d been so suspicious of Obi-Wan’s research. The poor boy probably sees the potential for Sith in everyone’s shadows. Obi-Wan knows he would, if it were his master who Fell.

“Um,” Anakin says, and his cheeks flame red. Obi-Wan’s own darken in response. “Thank you.” He darts his eyes from Obi-Wan’s face and then back, as if he doesn’t want to look away for long. “Master Nu took me on after my master—left. She says I could become an Archival Knight within a few years.”

“I’m glad to hear it, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, and he finds that he means it. Despite the boy’s terrible customer service. “And speaking of the Archives, padawan, I thought you might like to see this.”

He unfolds the piece of flimsi with a flourish and places it down on the counter between them. Anakin glances down at it and then back up, as if checking to make sure Obi-Wan would like him to read it. 

Obi-Wan gives him an encouraging nod. Padawan Skywalker seems like the sort of padawan to thrive under encouragement.

“Please reinstate Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi’s Archival account access, as I as Grandmaster of the Jedi Order have given him leave to research a topic of great importance to me: the nature and nurture of Dark side use on Jedha, coordinates….” Anakin trails off, and then looks up at Obi-Wan again, eyebrows furrowed. “Yoda doesn’t talk like this, everyone knows that. Put more effort in your counterfeiting, you should have, Knight Kenobi.”

“Grandmaster Yoda did not write that,” Obi-Wan corrects. “I did. However, he did sign it,” he gestures to the edge of the flimsi.

But Anakin does not look impressed. He also does not look like a boy who is about to give Obi-Wan access to his accounts. “How do I know you didn’t just forge his signature?” “Because that’s the imprint of his hand,” Obi-Wan says incredulously. “And I do not have claws.”

“It looks like a pigeon’s foot,” Anakin studies the flimsi for another second before pushing it away. “I’m sorry, I can’t accept this. It’s obviously a fake.”

Obi-Wan had watched Yoda dip his claws into the ink for the signature himself. His irritation comes rushing back in a tidal wave of rage. “What.” Padawan Skywalker shrugs and sips his caf. “Sorry, Knight Kenobi. Thank you for the caf though.” 

There’s a fucking smirk at the corner of his mouth. His eyes are fucking twinkling.

Obi-Wan has never wanted to strangle someone more. “You don’t deserve that caf,” he tells him lowly, grabbing up the flimsi and crinkling it in his fist.

“Oh?” Padawan Skywalker says. “Was it a bribe? I thought it was an apology for being a dick yesterday.”

It was both actually. 

“Padawan Skywalker,” Obi-Wan says, closing his eyes and exhaling through his nose, reaching for calm. “I need access to those texts on the Dark side for important research.” “Knight Kenobi,” Anakin says in the same tone. “I cannot give you access to those texts while your account is under investigation for suspicious activity. However there are other titles you may find useful that you can access while you wait for the Archival staff to conclude their investigation, and I would be happy to point you towards them, should you like.” Obi-Wan’s teeth ache from clenching his jaw so tightly. “Fine,” he snaps. “What do you have?” “Methods for Mindful Meditation by Master Muinollie comes to mind,” Anakin blinks up at him with a beatific smile. “It’s currently on loan to the crechèmaster, but I can put you on the waitlist. Think of it like an exercise in patience.”

Obi-Wan lets out an audible growl and turns away before he can do something stupid like throttle his grandmaster’s old padawan.

It's almost as tempting as the boy looks when he smiles.

[wearepaladin]

Pholi, my pangolin paladin (pangodin, if you will) with an ace pride flag. He's my character in a Starfinder game. (Mechanically, he's a gathol solarian with the divine champion archetype). Like most gathols, he was a soldier in the Azlanti Star Empire's alien cohort, until he was shown mercy by Sarenrae-following pilgrims, and eventually was persuaded to join their cause. He now fights to defend the galaxy from Azlanti imperialism, and maybe one day to see his homeworld free from Azlanti rule.

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

What would the flag of the leilana species look like?

I hadn't had a chance to think about the Zetawellian homeworld, this might change in the future but here's what I have atm. Granted that Leilana wasn't born on the planet but her family is from there and it's where she goes when visiting her grandparents and aunt/uncle/cousins.

[hazele-omega]

A challenge for NMS players

I had a thought.

There are over 18 quintillion planets in this game. Those planets make up a LOT of star systems. So there is a decent possibility that at least one of those systems will have planets in it whose colours in the Discovery tab make up/match a pride flag.

This is the challenge. We must locate our homeworlds. We must find the Gay Systems.

[laurelaicoop]

Anonymous asked: can we see some stuff about the planets you've introduced so far?

While I do have maps for the Maran homeworld and the Mahl twin planets, I'll just do Frontier for now since it's the most relevant due to it being the setting for Threshold People.

Frontier has a supercontinent with only two distinct countries, Frontier and Aodilea. Aodilea is purely Audi country, and due to the exceptionally small population they only inhabit the east and west coasts. Everything in between is wild country. For Frontier, it's been pimarily used as a home for displaced Marans affected by the 80-year war on Mara. Humans and Mahl have a place in the LIPA Zone, but Marans have the highest population overall.

Fun facts about the World Flag:

Only Frontier is technically part of the Laurelai Inter-Planetary Alliance. Partnerships with the Audi are still ongoing.

The inner seal is a mixture of the three Maran subspecies' main lines of commerce. The forging clamp represents the Cosí, the two needles represents the Èlais, and the closed mussel shell represents the Ysk. The white circle reperents the Amora, who consider themselves ghost children of Mara itself.

The flag is considered the first real symbol of collective peace and representation between the Maran subspecies, having an official truce in place nearly fifteen years sooner then Mara.

[racefortheironthrone]

from a world building point of view. is the new status quo for the xmen even possible? Krakoa as an international player that basically owned the world economy (with xavier being the richest man in the world by a lot), and that had a handhold over the UN and it's multiple international conflicts (Russia, Wakanda, Portoverde) I just cant even grasp how they're just going to bring back 2 million mutants (i believe that's the correct population of krakoa) and relocate them to their old nations? Also what's going to happen to mars?

Yes, it's entirely possible.

For one thing, "Krakoa as an international player that basically owned the world economy (with Xavier being the richest man in the world by a lot), and that had a handhold over the UN and it's multiple international conflicts (Russia, Wakanda, Portoverde)" isn't the current status quo.

Following the Hellfire Gala 2023, not only are the 250,000 citizens of Krakoa forced off-planet, but the island of Krakoa itself is physically occupied by ORCHIS as essentially a "rogue state," and ORCHIS has managed to parlay its false flag attack on the Gala into global paramilitary authority to hunt down and oppress any mutants found on Earth. During "Fall of X," the X-Men and their allies have begun to fight back against ORCHIS, but the Krakoan population remains in the White Hot Room looking for a way to get back.

We still don't know how that ultimately resolves, save that in "From the Ashes," the X-Men will relocate to various places across the United States in order to protect mutantkind. We don't know what the precise status of Krakoa will be, although we know from Al Ewing that Arrako will still exist as a mutant homeworld.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: What is an Emperor? Part 2

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)

From the journal of Ambassador Sor’an

“Despite the representative’s offer, it seemed that there were human military leaders who were not comfortable with leading an alien vessel of unknown origin to the heart of their domain. The human’s armada refused to allow our ships further into their territory. I offered in substitute that I and my aide could come aboard their ships and while the rest of our delegation waited along the border.

There was a silence as the humans discussed my offer while members of my own delegation expressed concerns over such a move. They worried that these humans could be dangerous and barbaric, killing us as soon as we boarded their vessels. I countered that such risks were part of a diplomat’s job, and that if they had truly wished us dead they had brought more than enough firepower to carry out such a task.

Finally, the human representative responded with a message of agreement to our terms and a human shuttle craft was sent over to collect us within the hour. It came from the small golden ship at the center of their armada and was lavishly decorated as well. It was designed to resemble an avian creature of some kind; no doubt native to one of their worlds. My aide Jen’den and I adorned environmental suits and stood ready in one of the landing bays for its arrival.

When it finally touched down in the landing bay the front of the craft slowly lowered to reveal a ramp leading into the interior of the craft. A trio of figures stood waiting at the top of the ramp. Two tall figures in some sort of armor with a third between them slightly smaller. The smaller human also wor an environmental suit though much like their ship it was more lavish in design with bright gold coloring and gemstones encrusted to form intricate patterns.

The journey to the human homeworld was one of anticipation and excitement. Despite the military’s intervention the human representative, who I learned was called “Anthony”, was a gracious host. Inside the golden ship I sat with them in a state room of some sort as we discussed many matters between our species. Human attendants provided all manner of drink and food for us; though in truth I had to agree with my aide that their constant silent vigil around the corners of the room was unnerving. It didn’t help either that half of the food they brought was poisonous to us after our built in scanners checked them. I overlooked the matter and viewed it as a lack of understanding of our biology rather than an assassination attempt.

Moving passed the food and drinks Anthony was bursting with questions. Who we were, where we came from, home many planets we held, what gods we prayed to; those general questions. I answered as many as I could without revealing too much. I was an old player of this game and learned it was best to keep some things close to your heart, than worn on your sleeve.

When we did arrive at the human homeworld it was surprising to say the least.

Exiting ship we set on to a city that stretched far beyond the horizon in every direction. Buildings clustered together like mountains towered into the sky and pierced the clouds themselves, while rivers of flying vehicles cut around them in every direction.

Just opposite the landing pad was a long causeway surrounded by flags and human military personnel leading straight towards a massive golden structure. It was not the tallest of the buildings I had seen, yet it still held a commanding presence. For in every direction for several dozen miles surrounding the golden building there were nothing but parks, parade grounds, and decorative spaces filled with throngs of humans celebrating and interacting with each other.

When I inquired about the nature of the design the human representative explained that though the realm of humanity may grow, there would be a place for all to view the splendor of the home of their emperor without anything blocking its majesty.

Like many things explained to me about human culture during the voyage here this new word I was unfamiliar with.

“Emperor?” I asked them. “What does that mean?”

Anthony looked at me with an equal expression of confusion. Granted at the time I had not picked up on this as I had not yet learned to read human expressions as well as I can today. I imagine my question must have been akin to that of a child what the great light in the sky was.

“He is the guiding star that humanity follows to a bright future.” Anthony replied. His tone had shifted from the cordial to one of reverence as he spoke these words. “As long as our emperor stands, humanity shall never die.”

Unsure how to respond, I make a remark that for this “emperor” to be regarded so highly they must be truly amazing. Anthony nods and to my surprise says that we were actually on the way to a private audience with him now.

The journey to the palace was short compared to the rest of the journey we had made. We now had an honor guard of human soldiers while civilians watched on. The closer we came to the palace itself the larger the crowd seemed to grow until the honor guard was carving a path forward through what seemed like an ocean of human faces.

Entering the palace itself was something I can not describe with the word available to me. The grandeur, the divinity; the sense of power and history reverberating off every wall, furniture piece, even art painting felt like it would snuff my life out of existence if I let it.

We reached an elevator of some kind and this is where we parted ways with our host. Anthony bowed and said that the audience had been reserved for them and did not include himself. He wished them us well as the doors closed and the elevator began to rise.

I remember my aide turning to me and asking that if this “emperor” was so highly regarded in their society; why would allow two aliens to meet without any security? For all they knew they could just as easily assassinate this leader and be gone before any of them were the wiser.

It was an idea that had crossed my mind as we were led to the palace, but I silenced him nonetheless from voicing such dangerous notions. For all we knew the elevator was rigged with recording or surveillance devices that even now were being transmitted to their emperor.

We did not have long to dwell on this as the elevator stopped and a pair of gilded doors slowly opened.

I don’t remember what the room looked like if I am being truthful. Even now after all these years I can barely make out what color the walls were. The only thing I do remember as clear as the day I first set foot in the audience chamber was the human sitting atop his throne looking down at us with mild interest.

Here, was the emperor of humanity.

[krtart]

[Image description: A reference sheet depicting Diamond in his original body. He is an adult man of medium weight, with light brown skin, an epicanthic fold, a broad jaw, straight black hair, and a mustache and narrow beard. He wears a medical ID necklace. An info panel gives his name, pronouns, height (5’7”, i.e. 170 cm), and shows the trans and bi pride flags. Detailed description below the cut.]

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On his original homeworld of Mars and in his original timeline, Diamond was an embittered former neurosurgeon who had found a new career as a QA coordinator at a cybernetics firm. He met Clemcy in the depths of his disillusionment; Clemcy offered to heal Diamond’s dysfunctional telepathy, and to teach him magic as well, in exchange for Diamond’s financial and technical support on his own projects.

Diamond took the deal, and several years of embezzlement and illegal experimentation followed. The two of them got along quite well with one another… so long as Diamond ignored Clemcy’s treatment of other people and the sneaking suspicion that this was not a deal that he could ever back out of safely.

(He eventually proved himself right. Having gotten what he wanted from Clemcy, and after discovering some of Clemcy’s lies and least savory pursuits, Diamond confronted him. In response to the perceived betrayal, Clemcy mutilated and killed Diamond for the first time.)

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Detailed image description:

Diamond is illustrated once clean-shaven and with short hair, but otherwise, he is illustrated with long hair and a short, narrow beard framing his jaw. He occasionally has a thin strip of dyed or bleached hair at his forelock. In portraits and busts he is illustrated with tired or mildly irritated expressions. In one sequence of full-body illustrations he is shown with a sharp, somewhat mocking smile.

Diamond is illustrated in both his original Martian storyline as well as a contemporary AU. His Martian medical ID tag is a token with glowing yellow lines resembling stylized sutures; his contemporary AU ID is a medallion with a blue star of life symbol. He sometimes wears a thin black choker and black nail polish in either setting.

Diamond is illustrated in some busts with a pale blue turtleneck, in one waist-up image in a maroon blouse with puffy sleeves and three-quarters length cuffs, and in a sequence of full-body illustrations showing him in his underclothes and two outfits. These show:

In his Martian body, Diamond has very faint top surgery scars and a moderate amount of chest and body hair. He is not drawn shirtless in the contemporary AU.

A semiformal Martian outfit consists of a long-sleeved white undershirt, a dark blue tunic with ice blue trim and a wrap around his waist, loose black breeches, tall brown boots with no visible clasps or ties, a glowing wrist band, and a glowing drop earring.

A casual contemporary outfit consists of a pink mock-neck shirt, a very dark brown jean jacket, pale tan pants, hiking shoes, and small silver earrings.

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has a sparkly pink slime in the center. the sparkly pink slime is a simple, medium pink blob with small eyes and an open, happy smile. it appears to have glitter in its body, and three sparkles are shining off it. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: dark magenta, bright purple, and nearly-white pink. the second flag has these top three colors: bright cool pink, bright light blue, and pastel yellow. each flag has these bottom six stripes: light pink, off-white, light pink, medium pink, dark pink, and warm purple. END ID.]

sparklyslimicrysem: a gender connected to being a sparkly slime crystal gem; this gender is connected to sparkly slimes, sparkly slime aesthetics, earth-related aesthetics, crystal gem aesthetics, and being a crystal gem in the steven universe sense!

sparklyslimihomem: a gender connected to being a sparkly slime homeworld gem; this gender is connected to sparkly slimes, sparkly slime aesthetics, space/alien-related aesthetics, homeworld gem aesthetics, and being a homeworld gem in the steven universe sense!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @electrosaccharine @neopronouns

[peridyke]

Hc for the homeworld trio plz

oh man all three alright...also in case its not obvious I'm thinking like human versions for these just so I can get more creative

Jasper: huge unpleasent cis dyke energies. like she's obviously crazy hot and goes home with women often but her personality is so bad that she can't keep a girl for more than a month LOL. you wake up from a night of passion only to see a giant gadsden flag hanging on the wall that you didn't notice before and then you leave without saying anything. living embodiment of an ex girlfriend

Peridot: either transmasc or transfem but nonbinary either way lol. could be they/them they/she or they/he but there's a they thrown in no matter what. crazy baby butch energies look at her little bowtie. lots of girls like her but she's too autistic to notice. she's in her mid twenties and has never kissed anyone

Lapis: i can never tell if she's lesbian or bi but she is some flavor of liking women LOL. also huge she/they vibes. can't decide if she's transfem or not but I think that would be cool it really could go either way though. t4t lapidot is an epic concept...also I don't have a detailed mental image of her hypothetical love life compared to the other two but I think it would probably be the most normal out of the three of them.

[vegvasignal]

| This platform brings good news about the progress on the orbital-habitat 'Oegvann'. The foundation of the ring had been completed and laid with soil recreated from our records on the homeworld. Gases, such as oxygen, nitrogen, and carbon oxide, were introduced to serve as base for the biosphere, making the atmosphere breathable. By all means, the habitat can now be walked on without hermetic suits. | Calculations have been made for the gyration of the orbital-habitat itself and its revolution around the parent star, so that the latter represents an orbit similar to our homeworld's. It corresponds perfectly with Vegva's 472-day-long cycle and is in sync with the Arkship's environment emulators. The whole of the hull is also protected from cosmic radiation and solar winds by anti-nucleic magnets arrayed throughout, with additional shielding modules against space debris and asteroids.

(From left to right: Representative of Karrhm'gar Clan; Representative of Dargas'gar Clan; Chieftain Ingvarr-Onrul Urtgael'gar, Representative of Urtgael'gar Clan; Representative of Brandur-Ogun'gar Clan.)

| Due to such a momentous occasion, a collectively-agreed initiative to land on 'Oegvann's surface with little protection and place the flags of each clan has been called. It will be the very first time when my Creators and other organic beings stepped foot on its soil, apart from us, artificial lifeforms. | Normally, it is culturally inappropriate for the Chieftain (Ogharegh) to represent a clan, even if they themselves come from one. The purpose of the Ogharegh is to be a vessel and a conduit for the entire consensus of the Collective, and be compassionate and empathetic to all individuals, regardless of allegiance. However, an exception has been made for Ingvarr-Onrul Urtgael'gar precisely for this occasion. | Being present with us for a sizeable length of our journey through the void betwixt the galaxies, the people of the Collective found it only appropriate for him to be among the first to set the flag of his clan. Let it be made clear, Ogharegh Ingvarr did not request nor expect this allowance. The decision was made by each voice within the Collective in mind, whose was a resounding 'yes'.

[askvectorprime]

Dear Vector Prime, what was Armada Thrust's military career like before the events of the anime?

Dear Squidhead Scrutinizer,

Thrust's military career began well before Megatron's uprising. He was the star student at Cybertron's foremost military academy… or would have been, if not for his classmate, Dogfight. Though Thrust could do things like recite the legendary Barricade's strategies from memory, Dogfight had him beat in every practical facet of combat. To eliminate his competition, Thrust arranged an "accident" for Dogfight, and graduated with the top grade, his teachers none the wiser.

After graduating, Thrust rose rapidly through the ranks of Cybertron's defense force. He became chief tactical officer to Sentinel Prime just as Megatron began his rise to power. Here, Thrust again saw an opportunity, and betrayed Sentinel to Megatron, leading to the Autobot leader's legendary defeat at the Straits of Yuss and assuring Thrust a place at the Decepticon warlord's side.

From then on, Thrust became the Decepticons' leading tactical coordinator. It was he that arranged the sacking of the largest Mini-Con settlement in Tesarus, diverting Autobot forces by leaking false intelligence to them about a supposed all-out attack at the frontlines.

After the Mini-Cons escaped aboard the Exodus, Thrust began making plans for Decepticon invasions of alien planets. He organized the takeover of the Tlalakan homeworld, where he helped the Decepticon general Deadlock poison the planet's oceans and eliminate 75% of the population. More worlds fell to Decepticon control thanks to Thrust's strategies, furthering his reputation, with many believing his study of Cybertronian astrology to be the key to much of his victories.

Thrust's greatest victories, however, were on the planets Orga, Duke, and Vector, which all inhabited the same sector of space. Here he managed to bring all three worlds to their knees with almost no Decepticon casualties, by sending infiltrators to each world to orchestrate false-flag attacks that stoked resentment between them—until they erupted into interplanetary conflict. Once their military power had been mostly exhausted, Thrust ordered a three-pronged assault that swept through the battered defenses.

You know the rest: not longer after, Thrust was called to Earth, where he would again see an opportunity to further his own goals. This time, things didn’t go so well for him, and he was killed by Unicron. A key flaw of Decepticonism: you can only deceive so many, before you have nobody left to trust when everything unravels.

[whovianwatchingstartrek]

A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 036 - Sleeping Beauty

Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 2 Episode 11 - Precious Cargo

Hey, I didn't know trip had musical talent! Anyways, his harmonica jamming session got interrupted by the episode's plot. Some freighter carrying a passenger is Stasis is having life support issues.

The Crew of this freighter "carrying a young woman in suspended animation to her homeworld" is a red flag for me, so I was really suspicious of these cargo pilots throughout. Especially when they start decline Archer's offer to carry them to their destination much faster. And my suspicions are confirmed just get worse when she starts to panic after waking up. They also knock out Trip and Start firing at the Enterprise's security crew.

We got a small space chase which was fun, but and had some clever tactics, like The Cargo ship dumping a gas cloud to prevent enterprise jumping to warp.

The scenes with trip being unable to communicate with Kaitaama were great. It was a really interesting situation, and I wish it wasn't resolved so quickly, it would have made for a really interesting situation. But Trip finds his universal translator and the episode moves on.

I don't know if the Kaitaama's monotone voice was a deliberate acting choice or not, but it kinda got ear grating quickly. The episode tries to set up a kind of Han Solo and Princess Leia dynamic between Trip and Kaitaama, but honestly I'm not buying it.

From here on out, the episode is mainly focussed on Trip and Kaitaama's escape with occasional cut backs to the Enterprise trying to locate them, and putting their captive cargo pilot on mock trial. Archer building up T'Pol as some sort of Tyrannical monster to intimidate him into revealing the Warp Frequency of the cargo ship was funny.

As part of their escape, Trip and Kaitaama end up crashing down on a jungle planet, and having to pool their resources for some jungle survival, but it really only served as an excuse to have them argue, and their kiss doesn't really feel earned.

This episode was alright, but also wasn't great. There wasn't really any stand out character work or performances, but I wouldn't call it a bad episode either. I've definitely seen better from this series though.