#The celestial void

[simpshine]

I made this as a joke💀

[3dpixelart]

This is an old drawing for a fan art event with the Celestial Void (FNAF AU RP) on YouTube!!

Inspiration off of “More Than Anything” (Charlie and Lucifer version) from Hazbin Hotel’ ((DO NOT SHIP THESE CHARACTERS!!! DAWN (the one on the left) IS SOLARES (the one on the right) CHILD 😰))

Please don’t steal!! 🙏😭 this took me 13 hours and over a 100 layers

[starcolicious]

Uh, improvement?

[lednet-sorrow-au-blog]

imma also draw one of those fanmade tsams aus-

So- I may or may not got interested in these separate shows from canon- (and hey,I like to see how the teams do it)

the following I might mention/draw about(and get designs):

the technical-theatre show(SOLAR X RUIN LOL- and other ships)

the cosmo show(I haven't watched it much- or even know if it is tsams au related-)

the Solar and Ruin show

Sun and Lunar and Solar show(I saw soluin and solarnexus- I am goddamn curious- and lonely cause I ship these two-)

and yeah,I haven't consider the celestial idiots or celestial void or some shrimp yet- it seems like a big show so far with long vids- I'm just looking at the less vids and time.

[skylarmoon69]

Okay, I have to ask.

WHY THE FUCK ISN'T ECLIPSE X BLACKHOLE FROM THE CELESTIAL VOID SO POPULAR???

Like, it's such a cute ship and I love it so much. I wish I could draw well, otherwise, I'd make fanart of them making out or something. I love them so much. Also, I watched the episode where Eclipse gets flustered because Blackhole was making things weird and then Blackhole kissed Eclipse and Eclipse walked out of the room flustered. He said the same thing that I did, which was "Jdhsihdbdu."

Also, can we talk about how hot Blackhole is real quick? I'm sorry but the way he laughs is so hot. His voice is hot too. He's so fucking hot. I know I'm a simp for Eclipse from the Sun and Moon show but I'm also a simp for Blackhole from the celestial void. I just can't help it! Fictional animatronic Sun guys are so hot! Literally the only characters I simp for are all characters from either the Sun and Moon show or the celestial void. I simp for Blackhole from the celestial void, Eclipse from the sun and moon show, and dark sun from the sun and moon show. Maybe I just have a thing for Sun animatronics lol.

[onlykr1s]

Look at this silly guy :P

He's depressed, leave him be

[atherflame-theconcubus]

Turns out the celestial idiots moon and the celestial void solar eclipse live together… I was not expecting this revelation at 1:22 in the morning

[smolfangurl40]

Some art I've done for the Celestial Idiots and Celestial Void because I adore them (if y'all have recommendations for Sun and Moon channels I'm all ears)

[ethel-stuff]

nYEHeheHE my entry for the Celestial Void art event :D

[yuumei-art]

How I painted Space Void with moon eyes~ I have a huge backlog of painting videos to share, but they take so long to edit down from hours to a minute 😭I wish I had discovered the timelapse hack for Paint Tool SAI sooner, sigh...

[shpepyao]

Experimenting with shapes of The Inevitable They can have different forms and sometimes change into "winter" coat :]

[simpshine]

Random fanarts I have made for tcv :3

[void-with-a-keyboard]

i keep seeing antis say shit like "theres a concerning amount of incest in the fandom"

but i think there isnt enough

we need more incest

MAKE THE SIBLINGS KISS ‼️‼️‼️

[proxycrit]

Part 1 / Part 2

Emmet remembers when he and Ingo first brought Elesa to explore Celestial Tower, back when they were fourteen and thought they were immortal.

“Allegedly, the bell chime will bring ghosts home”, ingo had told emmet with the pompous knowing energy of a child who read way too much brochures. “It’s culturally significant! We must ring it.”

“Hmmm,” emmet had responded suspiciously. “Brother. The bell is at the top of the tower.” The implication stands: Ingo, there are thirty flights of stairs between here and the top, and no elevator to speak of.

Don’t be a coward, Litwick had told Emmet with the blaise tone of somebody who’s going to be piggy backing off of somebody else. Go ring the bell. Tynamo, sensing a litten fight, floated towards a loitering blitzle.

Ingo turns his lilipup eyes on Elesa, who’s squinting at the carved stone faces of the front door.

“Elesa? What do you think?”

Elesa thinks. She shrugs. “We already made our way here,” she said in accented galarian. “Might as well make it the rest of the way. Ganbatte!”

Emmet sighs. “This is a mistake,” he tells the two in exhaustive patience, but lets himself be dragged into the building.

Last time the twins were here, Ingo caught litwick— but not before she managed to nab a good chunk of Emmet’s soul. It’s not terrible; he felt fatigued for a week and bounced back pretty quickly, but it was the principle of the whole situation— celestial tower’s a pain in the ass and Emmet will stand by that until the day he dies.

Like right now.

The map isn’t working. Emmet checked it once. He’s checked it twice. He’s taken out his pen and written on it, which he would usually never do but desperate times call for desperate measures. The compass he brought spins useless circles. It’s like chargestone cave up here, but worse because instead if electric pokemon it’s all ghosts.

“We’re lost, yyup yup!” He announced to the crew. “I vote we eat Ingo first.”

“I love you too,” Ingo told Emmet placidly. “But we all know between the two of us, you’re the tastier one.” Litwick gives Emmet a thumbs up. Emmet gasps in mock affront.

“Elesa, help!”

Elesa gives the two of them a wary look. It took two floors for her to realize this is not just a weird temple with strange rocks, but a full out graveyard. She’s not very happy about that development.

“Don’t drag me into this,” she tells them. “Teme wa urusaii.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Ingo reports back.

Emmet, who’s cheerfully struggles with Galarian on a good day, simply gives her a thumbs up.

The three painstakingly crawl their way up. And up. If all else fails, Emmet told himself, at least they can orient themselves towards high ground.

“We’re like pidoves,” Ingo gasps. He has fallen behind them on the stairs, with Emmet taking the lead through sheer spite despite his legs going numb on floor twenty two. “We, hah, we are attracted by the magnet of the bell, like, like probopass-“

“I am emmet! You are not making, sense!” Emmet called back. Elesa, who’s stuck between them and looking two steps from perpetual collapse, giggles.

“No, no hear me out, Ingo wheezes. “What if the bell’s a magnetic pole? And that’s why your compass doesn’t wo, woo, hahh, work.”

Emmet stops to rest, just because Ingo is using precious breathing air to infodump. Elesa gratefully slumps against the railing. Tynamo and litwick, lazy in their still small size, have settled on a weary blitzle and look very smug doing so. (Emmet is not jealous, he tells himself. Emmet is also lying.)

“The bell’s important,” Ingo had repeated.

“Okay,” Elesa responds. “If it’s important to you, then it’s important to us.”

And Emmet finds that he agrees with Elesa. Partially because they crawled up twenty fucking three flights of stairs, but also because Ingo thinks this is important, so it is.

And here’s the thing—

— emmet doesn’t remember much after that.

The rest of that trip was a blur of exhausted groaning and burning legs, and by the time the trio managed to breach floor thirty, people’s brains have all but dribbled out their ears. Emmet remembers being disgustingly sweaty. He remembers blitzle almost tripping to death and litwick’s swearing. He remembers tynamo sticking to his neck like a damp towel. He remembers Ingo’s excited sneasel smile, and the way the sunset bounced off of Elesa’s hair.

He remembers the brassy ring of the Celestial bell. It sounded like victory.

But it was Elesa’s cackle turned scream as Ingo swiped cold hands down her neck that sounded like home.

—-

So when the conductor at thirty one, lost and disoriented in the Impossible Place, heard the sound of a familiar bell, ringing over and over and over-

-the sound of laughter-

-EMMET! Elesa cried-

-like a homing pidove, the conductor, thinks nonsensically as something in him perks up.

(Emmet had always liked winning, more than anything else, and the sound of victory calls him home.)

—

Elesa catches lightning in a bottle. Elesa, arms outstretched, finds purchase in her brother, and does not let go.

Emmet is so, so cold, Elesa thinks as the wind steals air from her lungs. (That’s okay. She’s already breathless from a terrible business called hope.)

Emmet stares back. His hands flap against Elesa’s jacket. Elesa desperately drinks in his wan face and too wide eyes and his frost bitten lips. In a tiny, meek voice, almost lost to the wind, he asks:

“Are you real?”

Elesa lets out an ugly sob. Her tears whip away in the wind as they fall. Emmet’s frightened countenance turns immediately to alarm. His shaky grasp becomes a solid grip as they spin through the air, cushioned by chandelure’s psychic.

“I think so??” Elesa warbles. She sees Emmet’s eyes dart to her mouth. He’s reading mirroring her, she realizes with giddy delight— it’s such an Emmet thing to do, to read lips, and-

“I am Emmet,” Emmet breathes. His eyes have started to water. “Yyou are Elesa- Oh dragons, Elesa!?“

Elesa reaches. Hesitates.

Emmet grabs elesa by the lapels and crushes her tight against him. Elesa holds on, and the grief and relief in her accumulates into a wet sopping mess. She’s ruining his jacket, she mourns, but its okay because he’s dripping all over hers.

She can’t hear what he’s saying into her shoulder, can’t read what he says, but everything’s okay because every part of her is chiming

You came back

You’re here

I’m not alone anymore.

Around them, the air distorts as Chandelure’s psychic wavers, flutters, and solidifies. Gravity reverses its call as they settle gently on the ground, dust billowing in all directions.

The ghost pokemon drops next to them, shaking so hard the musical clang of glass makes Elesa flinch.

You fucks, Chandelure gasps. DON’T GO LEAPING OFF BUILDINGS, I AM NOT YOUR EMERGENCY PARACHUTE.

“I’m sorry,” Elesa gasps, still giddy from the adrenaline.

AND YOU! Chandelure howls, whirling on Emmet, who’s still staring at the ghost with huge eyes. He’s gripping on to solid ground with the energy of a man who realized he could have been a splat on the ground.

YOU LEFT!

Emmet winces.

You- You left us, you left me-

Ah, ah no, Elesa thinks as golden globules of light shed from Chandelure. This is what a ghost looks like crying.

Emmet holds out his arms. Chandelure drifts into his embrace, and shakes, and shakes, and shakes.

You left me, the ghost pokemon whispers. How dare you. How could you.

“I didn’t mean to,” Emmet whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Stop doing this to me, Chandelure demands. Golden brine joins human tears, like drops of sun trapped in wet glass. Stop going where I can not follow.

And Emmet holds his tongue, because he knows he can not promise staying. Not while Ingo and Eelektross are still in Hisui.

(In the back of Emmet’s hurt and shattered mind is a spark. Synapses connect. The cold breach of the Distortion does nothing to drown out the sudden flare of hope in Emmet’s chest, so great he can not breathe, so strong he can not feel, because there’s a path. A difficult, painful path through the Space that Can Not Be, but a path all the same.)

“Elesa, Chandelure-“ Emmet’s voice breaks. He wants to tell them about Eelektross. He wants to tell them about the terrible past that is Hisui. He wants to explain how the last five months were filled with horror and wonder and fear and hope.

Hope, he thinks. So he says this:

“I know how to get Ingo home.”

NOTES:

AAAAAND THAT’S ALL FOR THIS DRABBLE. ITS OUT NOW. I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO POSTING HAPPY SHENANIGANS! (Now you know the shape of their story.)

Thanks for reading this monster of a post!

[kacievvbbbb]

It's really interesting and intentional that of the original 7 warlords, at least 4 of them are amongst the pirates with the most atrocities committed against them by the hands of the world government (celestial dragons) the system they used to work (liberal use of the word) for and occasionally defend.

obviously, Doffy's situation as an outsed celestial dragon is distinctly very different from Boa, and Kuma who were previously slaves and the oppression of Jimbe’s entire race* but it also raises the interesting pattern of all the former oppressed* warlords eventually in some way allying or helping Luffy because they just sense the freedom Luffy embodies while Doffy as a Celestial dragon is threatened by it.

I wonder what this means for Crocodile and Mihawk the only Warlords with still vague origins and arguably the most complicated relationships to the strawhats.

[onlykr1s]

The Celestial Void bcs why not

I adore Eclipse's design so much and I adore TCV so much, I don't know why it's just cool and AHH

It looks bad bcs I'm not used to their design and it took a while to get the rays and hat correct :') And the hands oh, don't get me started on those... I will try to get more used to their designs and all and I promise it'll be better next time

Does it look good? Meh. Did I try my absolute best? Yes. Do I like it? No. It's awful. Also, if you haven't watched it pls do. It's an amazing series with an amazing story