#spiritseer

[nictanova]

Spiritseer portrait

[parasite-of-sentience]

Her soul is weighed down by gravity, but she still hunts...

Kitbashed wrathlord and crimson hunter exarch ghost pilot.

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Death Grip by John Stone

[feletida]

Let us find Wraithlord a brave and noble heart, mr. Whiskers.

[tobysage-spiritseer]

Hi! Call me Toby!

I am The Crow, Spirit Seer of the Resistance.

Askbox status: open!

My pronouns are She/They, and I will not tolerate transphobia or any other queerphobia on this blog.

My daughter: @hazy-dazy-resistance-warrior

Rules:

No queerphobia on this blog! This includes in the notes and askbox!

No NSFW ever!

If you have a question, check the masterpost before touching the askbox. There's always a chance that I've already answered the question or something similar.

Please no hate in the askbox. It is not tolerated nor appreciated.

OOC below:

Hi! I'm Crow!

My main is @flockofcrowsinatrenchcoat and my ROTTMNT blog is @flockofcrowsinaturtleshell . Feel free to go take a look!

[iridikron]

i think i can fairly say that kelvani wraithchild and kelvani dawnheart are entirely separate characters and no longer au versions of each other. theonly things they have in common are their names and red hair. the fact that theyre both elves as well i guess. ok?`

[cerberusxt]

Warhammer 40k & Age of Sigmar – Trans Pride series !

My other big pride project, with the pride marine series ! The goal here is to paint one representative for each of the Warhammer40k and Age of Sigmar universes faction using the Trans Pride flag color scheme.

I’ve already done 11 factions (12 to be exact, the Ork I finished lately isn’t on the group picture yet).

Pictured above, from left to right :

Banshee (Nightaunt – AOS)

Horrmagaunt (Tyranids – W40k)

Spiritseer (Eldar – W40k)

Drone (Tau – W40k)

Cadian Castellan (Astra Militarum – W40k)

Reiver Space Marine (Adeptus Astartes – W40k)

Royal Warden (Necron – W40k)

Plague Marine (Death Guard – W40k)

Palatine (Adepta Sororita – W40k

Skitarii Marshall (Adeptus Mechanicus – W40k)

Xandria Azurebolt (Stormcast – AOS)

And a Warboss in Mega Armour I will post here later, probably.

Project Origins

For those who are wondering why I started this project, it’s pretty simple.

Everything started with a single model (obviously), the Horrmagaunt. I was trying to find an interesting gift idea for a close friend and, remembering that friend love the Tyrannids, I thought of painting them a little bugger. Since I wanted that gift to be even more personal, I decided to use colors that would be really meaningful to them, the trans pride flag colors. It was a first, since, up until that moment, I almost exclusively painted classic schemes (imperial Fists, blood angels, salamanders, etc...).

Here was the result :

As you can see, my goal when translating flag colors on a mini isn’t to reproduce the flag 1 for 1, but to evoke it as naturally and logically as possible.

To be perfectly honest, when I started that little gift, I wasn’t entirely convinced the result would be all that great. After all, it was first and foremost more about the meaning behind the colors than anything else. But oooooooh boy was I wrong because, as the kids says, « that shit slaps yo » or something. I don’t know, I’m not a kid anymore !!

But one thing was certain, I fell in love with that scheme and couldn’t wait painting it again.

So, that’s what I did, that time with a Space Marine seeing those are my personal favorites. And once again, I was really pleased with the end result :

Also look at them, being best friend forever, woooooh !

You can easily guess what’s next. I simply had to try that scheme on basically everything, so I started the project of doing it on every faction !

Hell, I had so much fun painting such an unusual scheme, and having to find ways to integrate it logically on a mini, that it's the reason I started another project in parallel, the pride marine one, to try and see if the other pride flag schemes would work as well as the trans pride flag (guess what : not a single one of the scheme I tried disappointed me, even if I have favorites).

Anyway, if you want to try that scheme on your minis and need some inspiration / guidance, here is the recipe I use for the 3 main colors of the flag. Have fun !

[purpllehazel]

All done with the aeldari farseer for my corsair army! Trying to decide between the wind runner farseer or spiritseer next

[figurativelyartistic]

To lead mighty wraiths into battle, the Eldar call upon the Spiritseers, those who guide the ghost warriors of the Craftworlds to battle, that the dead may fight for the living.

[pineapple-cheese-bread]

Today is going to be short because I am very very very tired from work today (working a 12 hour day after only working 5 or so hours for several months will do that)

Spiritseer, a Mud/Night hybrid, sister of Coffee.

Spiritseer can see spirits unlike Peacock, she doesn't have any spirits that follow her, instead Spiritseer helps them pass on.

That's all good night

[chaucer-blackwood]

Tally The Dead

Illurain leaned against the broken pillar at the cap of the Mon-keigh building. Their surviving leader was surrendering now. Fingfae would be insufferable after this. He and his warriors of the dead had carried the day, and the Spiritseer would be loathe to let anyone forget it.

Next to him, Illurain saw Belthorn kneeling beside his fallen fellows.

Never mind how the tally of dead grows ever longer.

Illurain placed a hand on the Exarch’s shoulder. Belthorn stiffened like a startled Gyrinx, hand going to his tempest launcher before stilling.

“Let me help you,” Illurain said, kneeling down next to the black-clad warrior. He reached for the dead Aeldari’s -- Infriel, that was his name -- chest plate.

“No.”

The word was a hammer, cold as a tombstone and just as hard. A vice-like grip held the Warlock’s wrist immobile. The grip wasn’t tight enough to be painful -- not yet -- but a bit more pressure and a twist at the right angle…

“Belthorn, I-”

“No.” The Exarch of the Grave’s Hold shrine was looking directly at Illurain now, the red-eyes of his helmet the very picture of Kael-Mensha-Khaine’s quiet, cold rage.

Slowly, the grip relaxed, and Illurain pulled his hand back. Belthorn ignored him then, and continued his work. With deft, expert hands, he unclasped Infriel’s chest plate. A soft blue glow emerged. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but Illurain thought he saw the features of Belthorn’s mask soften, just a bit. An illusion, of course; Aspect Warrior armor was made from the sternest wraithbone, and yet…

Belthorn removed the source of the glow within, cradling Infriel’s Spirit Stone like it was the most fragile thing in the galaxy. It was certainly amongst the most precious.

“They’ll find peace in the Infinity Circuit,” Illurain whispered after a moment. “I know Fingfae. He’ll oversee the Ritual Of Grief himself.”

If Belthorn heard his words, he gave no sign. Slowly, gently, he placed Infrie’s Spirit Stone in his pack, and began the process of securing the remaining three.

It was a somber thing to watch, Illurain thought, a morbid thing. A solemn thing. A sacred thing. He felt at once honored and perverse to witness it.

Could an Exarch still feel grief, he wondered? Could a soul consumed by the rage of the Bloody-Handed God mourn for their departed comrades? 

Once upon a time, Illurain had walked the Path of the Warrior; he and Belthorn had fought together in the Grave’s Hold Shrine. He had felt how easy it can be, to get lost forever on that Path.

He had watched as Belthorn got lost on it, never to leave.

That was when Illurain left, and took up the Path of the Warlock.

Illurain sighed. These memories would do him no good. Belthorn was as lost to him now as the day he dawned the Exarch’s armor.

Silently, he rose to his feet and left his once-friend to his grim rituals. Fingfae was somewhere below. There was much to discuss. The mon-keigh would be back, and in greater numbers. They needed to prepare.

[shinigami-9000]

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝

Salutations! This is Commander Hamato Donatello, of the Hamato-led Resistance. I've finally figured out how to communicate across universes. I'm certain that this genius breakthrough will greatly benefit Earth's people. You're welcome. ----------------------------------------------------

If our paths have never crossed before and you're curious, here's some basic information about me:

> Name(s): Hamato Donatello / Othello von Ryan > Pronouns: He/Him > Gender: FTM trans man > Race: Half mutant spiny softshell turtle/Half Japanese Human > Age: 39 > Favorite Color(s): Take a wild guess > Interests: Tech/Electronic music/Botany nerd ----------------------------------------------------

. Partner: @tobysage-spiritseer . Daughter:@hazy-dazy-resistance-warrior ....................[OOC BELOW].....................

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Note: If you are interested in joining or interacting as a canon character or an OC, please ask me or one of my friends who run the other RP blogs first, since we have formed an established group and storylines. We just want to be able to keep things organised/lh

[every108years]

108 Years Later...

@tearofisha

Her mind glazes over, as do her eyes. The Spiritseer speaks not of playful memories of childhood tresspasses, but of her sudden, drastic disappearance and his troubled flight to find her. Like a fawn before danger, she freezes.

"You-..." Her expression flickers. There is a teasing of a smile at her lips. He must be joking, she thinks as her gaze and shoulders soften, and her breath catches on the beginnings of a laugh...

But, Eldrin had never teased like this before...

She knew him to be gentle. Though battered and torn by centuries of war, the Eldrin she knew still took the time to hum softly at the beauty of the world and indulge in the warmth of his tea. He was not a cruel jester.

And what a cruel jest this would be. One-hundred and eight years?

"I left you alone for one hundred eight years?" She asks softly, her smile quickly folding into sorrow. "I'm...I'm so sorry." She looks downwards at the polished floors. Her mind kicks and bucks against his story, yet she laments the possibility of causing the Spiritseer distress... and that she had not truly returned home

The tea begins to simmer.

"I...I thought I had been here this morning, but now that I think on it," she gasps quietly as a wave of cold realization crashes over her, "I don't remember making the spare bed."

She rubs her temples, which were often a pressure point of her migraine attacks, though he did not suffer one now. "I had a dream that I was...I was reunited with my friends. Even the ones I thought lost in the storm that had originally brought me here." She blushes and brushes her fingertips against her cheeks at the (False?) memories of those warmest of heartfelt reunions. Slowly, her attention returns to him. "I remember coming to a city near a forest...and rivers for streets. The Moon That Never Sets was large in the sky. It was so beautiful, sir," she continues, her voice cracking as she threatens to cry - overwhelmed by everything. Quickly, she tries to hide and wipe her eyes. "I...I got dizzy...I woke up here...or I thought I did. I'm sorry. One hundred eight years..."

[hadrians-wall95]

Ila Wraithcloak (not my version Illic Nightspear, because fuck no I'm not spending 100 dollars for an Out of Print Resin Model) and her rangers had been waiting for over 10 hours when the first shot was fired.

In the chaos of the Tyranid invasion of the Loyolis Sector, other Xenos come out to make their moves. Deep in the heart of Death World Zan, an abandoned, top-secret imperium base is uncovered by Ila and the rangers of the Wraithstorm. Normally, this wouldn't mean much. However, not every set of imperial ruins seems to be set up to study an Eldar Webway... And not every ancient Webway hasn Drukari poking around it either. The Rangers called it in, and set up shop.

Both armies began to draw up battle lines. The light skirmishers of both Eldar and Dark Eldar hid behind the rusted ruins, while larger threats would soon be arriving. The 1500 point battle was set to begin.

The first Wraithstorm turn proved uninteresting (Because we both deployed very scared of the others dark/bright lances). Some light movements, as the Wraith Walkers attempted to move into position. The left walker succeeds, popping a Tallos! But now, the Eldar were in the sights of their Drukari cousins.

The Dark Eldar Advance! The Battle Shocked Talos was quickly able to avenge his fallen squad mate, and the Eldar Center of Wraithblades was soon met by the Drukari Flyers and Bikes. In the chaos of the charge, a Dark Eldar Sniper was able to pop off a shot from his raider directly into the Farseer! Who now has one wound and sniper hunting for him. A quiet turn 1 would be met by a thunderous turn 2.

Turn 2 saw fighting across the bored. The left flank saw the destroyed Wraith Walker replaced by 2 Wraithlords, late to the party but ready to assist. While one charged into melee, the other hung back, to send missiles into the exposed infantry holding Dark Eldar Objectives. With the center (and Webway gate) decidedly in Wraithstorm Hands, the Dark Eldar has no choice but to launch their melee units into a brawl. The bikes charge, and the raider gets ready to drop the Rakks inside.

As Ghost met Zombie, the two leaders clashed (I used my CP for precision on my staff, his homoculus has em naturally), leaving both with a single HP! The Wraithblades loose a lot of bite without the Spiritseer to guide them.

To make things worse, turn 3 saw the third, deep striking Raider make it behind Wraithstorm lines. However, the Farseer, with but a single wound, was able to make sure the Brightlance shot was able to go where it needed! The raider was crumpled almost instantly, and the Witches inside were unable to withstand the shurikan catapult fire.

Meanwhile, the Wraithlords had rolled like gods, allowing them to clean up the left flank with little trouble.

Turns 3 and 4 were close, but by the end, the Dark Eldar were on the run. Their Raiders and Venoms trashed, their flanks broken, the Drukari had no choice but to abandon their prize. The Eldar of Craftworld Deux Mach would carry the day. Ila Wraithcloak looked over the battlefield, filled with Dark Eldar scrap and corpses. She reloaded Voidbringer. All according the Seers.

[quietbluejay]

Current Cosplay WIP List:

Got reminded about this by the Perturabo art lol. It's probably easier to find if I put it here rather than scattered all around discord, so.

Spanish Renaissance Windblade: Basically planned out, currently on hold until I git gud at (hand)sewing (though, I did find a dress that was basically perfect for it...just 200$ sob which is actually the cheapest I've seen for what I need tbh and that's not including also needing the chemise + making the sleeves and hood)

Flapper Flamewar: I have most of the elements of this, just need to dye the belt (do in May-June), make the headband, and figure out what I'm doing for shoes

Flapper Horus: completely planned out, have purchased pattern, need to make toile (May-June) before buying the actual fabric. Will complete next steps after that.

Film Noir Femme Fatale Perturabo (....it's a long story): need to go get the straps shortened on the dress, and also get out to the fabric store so I can find a shade of gray that will look good with the hazard stripe half of the cape, then I can finish off the shawl at which point I just need to get a belt and I'm set.

Iyanden Spiritseer: have purchased the pattern and obtained pepakura pattern for the armour, on hold til after Flapper Horus is finished.

Idea-only phase, design not finalized:

Landsknecht Pyra Magna

Midcentury Pyra Magna

Edwardian Mortarion

18th Century Red Corsair

Not Sure If Want To Do Or Not (just variations on existing base):

Flapper Windblade

Flapper Black Legion/Khayon

EDIT: Other, On Hold Indefinitely For Money Reasons: - Yvraine: because I either need to be good enough to make a corset or buy one (so, looking at like 500$ bare minimum), everything else I can probably manage and have roughly planned out.

[lordoftempests]

Iyanden Spiritseer