#Celestial Echoes

[grimae]

celestial echoes

[whitewingedcrow]

A tribute to those gone before. 'Nightlights' prompt response for Kytte's Celestial Echoes event on Anathema, and me trying to figure out how to draw in CSP compared to my more familiar SAI. Learning curve + artblock is tough, for sure.

[lgbtqreads]

Most Anticipated LGBTQ+ Young Adult Fiction: July-December 2024

A Darker Mischief by Derek Milman (July 2nd) When Cal Ware wins a scholarship to an elite New England boarding school, he’s thrilled to leave his past behind. Back home in Mississippi, he was the poor, queer kid who never fit in. But at Essex Academy, he’ll be able to reinvent himself. Or so he hopes… But at Essex, Cal’s classmates only see his cheap clothes and old iPhone. They mock his accent,…

[kassycreations]

Brad Tudabone, Echo Julien and Akita are all like “I love my partner.” And their partners are horrors beyond mankind’s comprehension

(This post is about citrus, greenflower and jadewolf)

[turbojawdo]

Thanks to @echollama for drawing my tiefling warlock Verana! She has wings now, flappity flappity flap. She’s reading. What a NERD.

[captain-jalapeno]

A scene from my dnd group. They kept getting hypnotized by an arch fae, so my little barbarian bird had to literally carry them away

[jlbriere]

Mahri the elegant moon witch, also nerdy magic scientist who tries to convince her cousin to join her on often dangerous adventures. 

[spaced-out-muses]

Yanqing has never looks so defeated, not even after he’s lost a duel. There is no light left in those golden eyes. They are a chasm of resignation.

“Hey Yunli, how hard do you think you can hit me with Old Mettle without lopping my head off?”

Honestly, even that sounds tempting to the distraught lieutenant at the moment.

@celestial-sword-dance

Hearing "hit me" and "Old Mettle" come from Yanqing's mouth was all the young sword huntress needed to hear, the rest of her berryphesant skewer being scarfed down at light-speed.

"I'm surprised, usually the great master swordsman of the Luofu complains about my technique."

Yunli cocks her head up at him—much to her annoyance, she should lop his knees off instead—arms crossing, a hand coming up to rest under her chin. "Pretty hard," she eventually says. "I doubt there's much to damage in there anyway. What, do you wanna test that theory out or something?"

[rhythmicreverie]

In distant lands, where time's embrace has worn thin, A soul of ancient origin finds its fate entwined with the fabric of two worlds. In the age of chivalry, knights and maidens dance upon the stage of history, while in the realm of stars, celestial beings weave stories of the cosmos. A transformation takes place, as destiny unites them in a harmonious waltz between past and future. Time's echoes sing their song, bridging realms, forging memories that shall last through the ages.

[toa-arania]

OC Masterpost

Since the first one is outdated but I wanted to keep the information in it available, it's time for a sequel~! As with the last one, this is a collection of information about my little brain people that I like to draw and talk about, specifically ones who are currently active. Since these characters are active, I'll easily be able to answer asks both about and addressed to them, and this should serve as a quick reference point for if I mention any of them without other context. This time I've also embedded links to image references in their names so I can have those without cluttering the post.

Valerie Wester (Val) (She/Her), a Witch for Rifters (Monsterhearts), the hot mess express herself, the oc I talk about the most here in my #val stories tag. Poster girl for women's wrongs and fucking around. Evil bisexual and monsterfucker on main. Absolutely convinced she's the voice of reason while being the single most unhinged person she knows. Down bad for a werewolf with no idea how to handle it.

Echo of Starlight (She/Her), a drow Bard for Arctera: the Starlight Paradox (D&D), who's honestly just here for a good time. She sings, she tells stories, she has severe memory issues and difficulty in distinguishing dreams from reality, and she sparkles~! Her solution to most problems is being where the problem isn't, which often involves turning invisible and sneaking away.

Alison Whitby (She/Her), a Necromancer for the Lost Soul Chronicles (D&D) who specialises in Osteomancy and is a fairly direct Locked Tomb reference. A half-lich created by an egotistical wizard to be his successor, she aims to become the greatest necromancer of her generation through the power of bone constructs, impromptu surgery, and daddy issues.

Harper Lewis (She/Her), a Godbinder for DIE who has been turned from a human into a tiefling by the magic of isekai and is unashamedly into it (average transwoman behaviour tbh). She's made fast friends with the god of Trickery and plans to make that everyone else's problem. She once nearly got disbarred for making her opponent cry in court.

Camilla Asche (Cam) (She/Her), a Blood Hunter for Curse of Strahd (D&D) who is being kept alive by celestial magic after a Too Angry To Die moment. After failing to save her ward when falling into Ravenloft, she is dead set on making sure no one else fucking dies under her watch, even if that means she has to burn through the magic holding her body together to save them.

Ilia Celestis (She/Her), a tengu Sorcerer for Zephyrnos (D&D) who has been sent by her people to sort of spy on the organisation exploring this "new" land. The people who used to live their accidentally wiped themselves out through hubris, and Ilia is here to make sure they fucking stay wiped out. She uses the magic of storms, and her pride has got her into far too many stupid situations.

Aurora Zephuros (She/Her), a pirate I play in D&D oneshots. She isn't linked to any particular setting and most times I play her are one-off events, so the philosophy of "fuck it, it's a oneshot" runs strong in her playstyle. Aurora's MO is to be hot and swordfight and she does it so well. Even aside from those, she has a few extra tricks up her sleeve for when she needs a little more gaslight with her girlboss.

I have several more characters just hanging out in my brain, who will get added to this post if they become active enough to warrant it.

[reginrokkr]

» @apocryphis asked: ❝ you don’t have to hide them around me. the scars are just part of who you are. and i like all of what i see. ❞ + [ TOUCH ] for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars (from neuvi!)

It is not an every day occurrence for the lunarescent seraph to peel off clothes that would incite recognition to any Khaenri'ahn denizen fortunate enough to have come this far with their consciousness intact —or marginally stable to reminisce olden days where Twilight Sword used to be a relevant figure in society—, like a second skin that bears what little identity Dáinsleif holds dear to his heart as one of his own prides before calamity struck, and a joke by fate in his darkest moments.

As opposed to skin-tight attire that fits like a glove, Bough Keeper opts for a looser attire for a chance to breathe, to feel lunar kissed skin exposed to the air as he reads with interest a book while he sits on a comfortable sofa, a glass of wine to his left for his perusal every time he reaches out for it blindly to wet his lips with the liquor some more.

Nevertheless, it is in light of the Iudex's interest on the exposed skin of his cleavage down part of his chest reflected within iridescent lavender eyes that rouses self-consciousness into hyper-awareness, not out of a meekness to show skin— Dáinsleif is cognizant that his body stands in perfect shape even after centuries of life and that this is a trait of interest in other individuals, but the knowledge that the touch of darkness and Ley Lines littering half of his body combined are on sight.

Reason why he's prompt to reach out with his free hand to tug at the fabric of the white poet shirt to cover himself some, only to stop midway at Neuvillette's words. Hesitance clouds crystalline blues for some moments before his hand falls reluctantly by his side on the plush of the sofa again. Needless to say, his heart drums within the confines of his chest at a more accelerated speed under the draconic gaze, body hair stands roused with the tremor of a sigh that abandons roseate lips at the first warm and soft contact of careful finger pads tracing night-touched skin and spirit veins both. ◜These marks of corruption are naught but a source of shame of what I am. Neither human or monster in full.◞ Laments stream in a thin mumble, too afraid to say aloud.

He cannot blame him for taking interest in new aspects of his physical appearance he just noticed, as Dáinsleif himself isn't any different with the attention he pays to pointed ears and blue filaments he bears doubts about being part of his hair.

Albescent lashes flutter close, preluding the coming of a few more tremulous exhales until the undesired spasms that come byproduct of lack of familiarity to something so vastly different to pain, thinking that it will be more of the same only to be proved otherwise subside. Amidst the strangeness and inner conflict this brings, Dáinsleif feels a tremor of liking that accentuates with the fleeting thought that he has found someone he would trust the beating of his heart under his palm without any concerns that whispers of the Abyss are so prone to provoke.

◜...Even knowing that. What they imply, what they are...◞ Astral pupils tremble within icy sapphire depths, anticipation settling on his fractured mind despite the nagging voice at the back of his head chastizing him for even entertaining to ask something so clear to him— yet so entirely strange when placed under the rex's different prism to see him. ◜Do you still like it all the same?◞

[vaugarde]

kieran 🥲

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Listen. Probably my favorite thing about The Terror is that because the story is one planned out season, the arcs and parallel scenes are set up so cleanly and nicely that it echos.

[emphyrean-paracosm]

Their hands gently run through your scalp a stark contrast to the fierce anger that you had just seen from them when they hit the person who dared to cause you pain. How they could be so sweet to you yet hurt another person with no regret was baffling. Still, you relaxed in their touch trying not to cry. While they hummed a lullaby from when they were young into your ear attempting to let you gain some rest while they protected you. As you fell asleep they gave you a promise "I'll always protect you my love you are my only reason."

-Menedora, Alaric, kosuke.

[dozing-hellfire]

dnd oc doodles

[void-kissed]

Echo's romantic selfships: A Celestial Rapport (Pavo/Ardea)

"let them act as they wish to, for we know the paths that are best for us"

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romantic F/O: Pavo (Dragon Quest IX)

character tag: love: winged watcher (pavo)

selfship tag: selfship: a celestial rapport (pavo/ardea)

paired self-insert: Ardea

self-insert tag: self-insert: clawed heron (ardea)

selfship start date: 8th April 2021

comfort sharing romantically: fine with sharing!

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Pavo is a Celestrian who dwells on the Protectorate with the power to open the Rapportal, allowing Celestrians from multiple different worlds to journey together. Ardea is another Celestrian who formerly resided in the Observatory before being stripped of many of her powers when she fell down to the Protectorate as the Observatory was attacked.

The two meet in the Quester's Rest inn in Stornway, shortly after Ardea lost her wings and halo, and are very surprised to see each other. Pavo decides to accompany Ardea on a quest across the Protectorate to try and find a way back to the Observatory, as well as to locate Pavo's brother Aquila. Pavo fights as a sage wielding a bow due to still retaining her Celestrian magic and powers, whereas Ardea acts as a martial artist wielding claws due to her fall from the Observatory causing her to lose her powers alongside her wings and halo.

The two eventually start to catch feelings for each other over the course of their journey. They are accompanied by a pair of adventurers who found Ardea after she fell - Avalon, a stalwart warrior who uses both knives and spears, and Iris, an energetic luminary who wields fans and magic.