#Fallen Stars

[assassin1513]

🌟Golden Christmas Star🌟

[katimuxx]

A little project I did

Screenshot to Choose feat 20 Sanses

I keep forgetting to use Tumblr but

[parroset]

[groovygladiatorsheep]

Trapped. | Have some good ol’ Fallen Stars, my ver’ kind of ?

I feel like the Fallen Stars have so much potential, so I made this lil thing expressing a bit how I see them in a format similar to that of tarot card !

Id be happy to ramble about this, if anyone’s interested in more :}

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Credits.

Fallen Stars concept belongs to - ??

Ink belongs to - @comyet

Dream belongs to - Joku | Shattered belongs to Galacii

Swap belongs to - the community | Blueberror belongs to - Loverofpiggies

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[orange-artblog]

O.M.G. THEY‘RE ON THE SAME COVER ART???? AND THEY‘RE MATCHING??? This MUST mean the next album will feature both bands guys TRUST—

close up/no colouring versions :p

sneak peak:

The very obviously disguised as Interviewer-Paparazzi comes closer and closer towards him, „Please, just one question!“ Dream rolls his eye „I‘m not supposed to speak with strangers… But alright! I‘ll bite! What‘s your question?“ the ��interviewer‘ gets out a notepad and pen, the moment dragging on into annoyingly endless territory, then comes the question; „Do you have a father?“ The room goes quiet is an understatement.

Rock band + Rock Band!Killer by @zu-is-here

Rock band Dream (idea? + partially design) by @help-im-a-gay-fish

art and other details/changes on designs by me!

[fallenverse-official]

He speaks all fancy but never learned to read nor write since Dream never learned.

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Dreamtale by - Joku Shattered! Dream by - Galacii Ink by - Comyet

[greyshadow567]

Dreamcember day 17 "christmas tree"

YALL I MESSEF UP I READ TOMORROWS PROMPT AS TODAYS 😭😭 So here's day 17!! On the 16th!!! Going to Kay my ess!! Ill just draw a snowman tomorrow whatever . anyways I already drew a silly Christmas tree scene for the decorating prompt and I was like... When was the last time I drew blueberror.... So I drew blueberror..... And shattered Dream's there too ig

[cannibalsrider]

Scene two~the world we knew (over and over)

In the world of Delarus, where regal courts and majestic mislands intertwine, Fallen Stars  weaves a tale of passion, sadness, and obsession. At the heart of the story is Lady (Y/N) Shoko, a girl just trying to save not only herself but as many souls as she can before time runs out. The stage is set for an elaborate dance of power, obsession, and secrets. 

pairings: gojo x reader

wc:2374 with an at the end

warnings: mentions of blood and illness um and gojo being a fucking idiot and kanna trying to get him to chill dafuq out

"You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure it stays that way."

“SOMEONE HELP, SER OKKOTSU IS DEAD!”

To say Kanna Gojo was ‘shocked’ to have heard the princess Tsumiki’s sworn shield had been an understatement as she stood beside Shoko and the princess. They stood quiet in place with her; the silence had almost been too much for most as she watched many knights of the king's guard and the knight’s own wife have to leave, as it had grown too much for one to bear. Kanna didn't understand why it had mattered—he was a lowborn man, not as if he had been a well-known lord to the city—but she watched as many lords and ladies stood vigil, not for him but instead just because their princess had been the one to have started it.

“Lady Shoko,” Kanna whispered, nudging her slightly as she got her attention. In a second, it felt like she watched Shoko turn her head.

“What is it, Kanna?” she muttered, looking down at her.

Kanna’s eyes wandered up to her as she spoke once more. “Do you want to go somewhere?” she whispered back, wanting to avoid the remembrance that her elder brother was to be knighted that same day. She pushed it to the far corner of her mind as she watched her dear friend nod in agreement.

“Waaaa, why did it have to be today? Kanna can't ever do anything quietly,” Gojo complained in his head, having to stand in formation waiting for his coronation ceremony. His coronation ceremony came only four hours after the vigil for Okkotsu, as the need for the princess to have a new guard was tenfold—because if someone went after her guard, then they were surely trying to get to her.

“We are here today to appoint the new knight for Princess Tsumiki. After a recent incident involving Knight Okkotsu, he has sadly passed, therefore making room for a new knight,” the calm voice of Itadori Yuji, the appointed messenger for the king, spoke, pulling Gojo from his thoughts. Gojo knew this was coming; he just figured it would have been a lot slower and quieter, hoping Kanna would do something quietly for once.

The messenger of the king spoke up once more, this time with a face of surprise though obviously trying to hide it. “The new appointed knight of the princess is now former Commander of the king's guard, Gojo Satoru.” Other than slight cheers of approval, the room was silent. The crowd seemed to be waiting in anticipation as they watched the white-haired commander step from his post at the edge of the room. Guards lined the brim as they all had come to the coronation. The heavy footsteps seemed to almost echo with the quiet shuffle of his clothes, having been told to dress as if he wasn’t on duty for some reason he didn’t understand.

As he moved to stand in front of the throne, kneeling on his right side before his grace, King Fushiguro, the tall man towered above him in a throne that looked as if it was carved by the gods they worshiped each morning. The footsteps hard against the metal throne grew closer, the king’s sword being brought forth unsheathed in its full glory—the sword passed down throughout generations of the previous family who ruled before the Fushiguros. The Zenins had held the item in hand for over a thousand years before the lineage's destruction, thus ending an era. The only remaining remnants left behind a ruler, jewelry, and a rumored set of twin girls on the island of Skyridge. The memory faded from the minds of the people they once had in their grasp.

The voice of King Fushiguro seemed to pull Gojo out of his thoughts as he placed the cold metal onto his shoulder, his voice sounding throughout the great hall of the infamous keep he resided in. Gojo’s eyes passed from the king's to both Princess Tsumiki and the heir, Prince Megumi, as well as Queen Himiko Fushiguro beside them with her ladies-in-waiting. His eyes seemed to draw back to the man in front of him as he began to speak.

“Gojo Satoru, I hereby knight thee into the honorable Order of the King’s Guard. You are entrusted to ensure the safety of the royal family at any cost it may have,” he called out as he moved the sword to Satoru’s left side, the blade settling flat against his shoulder. Looking down at the man, he continued, “Do you swear to protect Princess Tsumiki, even if you sacrifice your life in the process?”

“I swear to protect Princess Tsumiki, even if I have to sacrifice my life in the process to uphold the safety of the princess,” Gojo replied, staring up at the king with what some would deem true honor. The men and women from the House Gojo had been called fierce protectors of Delarus, even rivaling House Zenin in its peak era. The man might have been over two hundred years old, but he knew what he needed to know to protect his little sister and stay alive.

“Arise, then,” King Fushiguro told him as he was handed a metal emblem to attach onto Gojo’s armor.

Time skip: Two days till the reader returns.

“Oh shit, Kanna’s gonna kill me,” Gojo muttered in a low hiss. The darkness of the princess’s private quarters shrouded his figure, his arms heavy from the limp body of the princess. Having taken too much blood from her over the last six months, Gojo knew he was screwed the moment her body seemed colder than normal. The man hoped it was just due to the fact her room was rather cold this spring morning. He knew the princess’s bed maids would be arriving soon.

Gojo had to figure out a plan to get out of the room and have her cleaned up before one of them spotted him inside. His head turned quickly, trying to think of a way to hide the undeniable bite marks on her wrist. If the kingdom had even the slightest idea vampires were back, there would be an uproar, and he would no longer have access to the sweet, sweet blood of the princess. After thoroughly cleaning the princess’s wound, the marks having already started disappearing, he covered it with the sleeve of her nightgown. Quickly slipping out the window just as the sun was breaking the horizon, he hurried to clean himself up before taking over for the day shift.

On his way to take over for the night, standing guard, he heard a very terrified scream. “Guess they found her already,” he whispered to himself, sweat dropping and praying to the gods Kanna didn’t kill him. It wouldn’t have surprised him if she got angry, as she often did, and attempted to kill him again like she had many times before when he nearly got them both caught.

“Let’s hope to the gods she won’t find me yet,” he breathed out as he hurried his pace to a light jog up the stairs to the princess’s quarters. Seeing all the knights and bed maids, he feigned surprise and worry. “What happened?!” he asked, grabbing a bed maid by the elbow.

“She—she won’t wake up!” she screamed at him, tears staining her face.

“Go alert the king now,” he ordered her before pushing his way into the room. Seeing that his earlier attempts to hide his presence had been successful, he asked, “Is she still breathing?”

“Yes, ser, but she won’t wake up. It seems she’s in a coma,” the head maid replied, a sad look on her face as she stroked the princess’s head.

“Ser Gojo, might I speak to you in the other room?” Gojo stood pin-straight at the voice, having thought it would take Kanna longer to hear the news. Oh, how he doubted her sense for drama.“What can I help you with, dear sister?” he asks cautiously, having followed her to the other room. Kanna’s sharp footsteps made the hairs on his neck stand up straight. He knew she must have figured it out, just by the look of the princess in what seemed like a comatose state lying in her bed.

“Was it your doing?” she whispered. Her voice, even at its lowest, was still filled with anger. It was truly obvious—even to the blind—that she was on edge. Seeing him in what seemed like a calmer state than what he should have been, by Kanna’s standards, only added to her ire.

“And if it was?” he asked rhetorically, his tone matching hers as she shielded their mouths with her fan to avoid stray ladies-in-waiting in the hall seeing them speaking.

“Do you know what’s gonna happen now? Hmm?” she whispered, looking him directly in the eye.

“My job will be a hell of a lot easier?” Gojo quipped, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding Kanna’s stare, which felt as sharp as a thousand swords and not that of his younger sister.

“No, you imbecile! If they find out it was you taking her blood, you’ll bring ruin to our house,” Kanna snapped, closing her fan with a sharp click before smacking him with it in some form of punishment for nearly getting caught, as the bed maids had been not even ten steps away when he committed the act.

“Oww! I’m not gonna get caught. I cleaned up after myself, and she didn’t even know I was doing it,” he said, rubbing his cheek where Kanna had so rudely hit him.

“Even if they don’t, Gojo, the city will be swarming with royals and guards—not to mention they’ll send word of her coma to Shoko’s younger sister!” the white-haired woman said, rubbing her forehead.

“Why’s Shoko’s sister coming such an issue?” Gojo questioned.

“Because she’ll stop at nothing to help her ‘best friend,’ and she’ll only cause more problems,” Kanna sighed..

“Oh... oops,” Gojo says with a nervous smile, absentmindedly playing with the ring on his finger—the one he’s had since the day he became a vampire some 2,000 years ago. God, he angered her at every turn. It felt as if he cared less about the house he was meant to inherit the day their father died—or was killed, if they ever found out what he truly was.

“You must be the world’s stupidest man I’ve met in my whole life, Satoru Gojo. You act so carefree, even at the idea of your actions harming us all,” she said, her voice laced with anger as she tried to keep it down to avoid causing suspicion in the hall.

Soon enough, they went their separate ways, though not before Kana threw some last words his way about how he was a dimwit who was going to get them all caught.

Reader POV

“Lady (Y/N),” the maid knocks on the ornate door in front of her. “A stolas has arrived for you. It seems very important!”

Suddenly, the door swings open, and the long, brown-haired maiden appears.

“Is it from Tsumiki?” I ask with a light smile, hoping it was, for she hasn’t written lately.

“I’m not sure. I was just informed it was imperative you got it with haste,” Urena says, handing me the letter with a bow.

“Ah, okay. Thank you for the letter, Lady Urena,” I say as I turn around, shutting the door behind me and entering my personal chambers. Artwork covers the walls—photos and paintings of me and Shoko, as well as several of me and Tsumiki. Personal items given to me by my mother line the shelves.

I sit on my bed, slowly sinking back, a feeling of dread filling me as I see not the stamp of Tsumiki—a distinct rose with petals falling—but the stamp of her half-brother, Ser Megumi. A wolf-shaped seal I might have admired under different circumstances is torn off in haste. The only reason he ever writes is when Tsumiki is in trouble.

My eyes skim the page, focusing on the important parts. My dearest friend—someone I consider a sister—has fallen into a coma, and they know not how it happened. My eyes well with tears as I begin packing a bag. I’ll leave as soon as a ship is ready to take me back to Matalikis to aid in finding a cure for her illness.

“Lady Urena! Please send a stolas to Prince Megumi informing him of my heading back to help with Tsumiki,” I call out, rushing down the stairs, Lady Urena steadily behind me.

“Will do, Lady (Y/N). Do you wish for me to accompany you to the docks?” Urena says, trying not to trip.

“There will be no need for that, Lady Urena. I will accompany her,” your ears perk up at the sound of your knight, Kusukabe.

“Kusakabe, did you hear what happened? We must make haste for Matalikis!” I shout, bursting out the door. My feet carry me as fast as they can, but with the news about Tsumiki, I wish they could move faster.

“Lady (Y/N), slow down, please. Rushing and panicking won’t help anything,” Kusakabe says, trying to calm me, but to no avail. I will only stop once I’m on the ship. I glance behind me to ensure the servants carrying my bags are keeping up.

“You need to calm down, my lady. Rushing around like this won’t change her condition,” Kusukabe adds, trying to get me to see reason, but it seems to fall on deaf ears.

“But it will soon save her if I’m able to find a way to save her,” I retort cockily, though I know it’s a slim chance that I’ll truly find the cure to the illness she bears within her body back at Ravenstone.

After a long three-day ship ride, we finally arrive at the docks of Matalikis. The usually bustling and lively docks are eerily quiet.

“The news of the princess’s illness must have spread fast,” I think, tears brimming in my eyes. The entire world seems to have paused. Even more reason to hurry. If Tsumiki—someone I thought of as a sister—were to die, so would a part of me.

Suddenly, a hand rests on my shoulder, the clinking of armor accompanying it. “Lady (Y/N), we must keep moving if we are to make it to Ravenstone before nightfall,” Kusakabe says with a heavy sigh, the smell of smoke still on his breath.

“Right, we must hurry—for the sake of Princess Tsumiki.”

Authors note!

Sk: hehe……….. HI! Were back after totally not 11 months hehe

Ap: totally didnt disappear for like 11 months for the wattpad readers but im also posting these on my tumblr heh

Sk: but as an apology we wrote a super long chapter and have started on the next one hopefully by mid january we will atleast have a total of 10 chapters out. 

Ap: perchance we might but ill also be posting one-offs for this same AU on my own Tumblr related to Kanna and her little stories about things she has done over the years and what other characters are doing in this AU

Sk: we also tried something new by adding the reader's point of view I like the way it turned out, considering I wrote the most this time :P 

Ap: indeed it did kick my ass for no reason but i hope u did enjoy our writing!!

Sk: I hope you guys did as well! Were gonna leave for now so we can continue writing :3 

[ladytomahawk]

(Spoilers for the fanfic fallen stars by plushii-gutz on here!!!!!! PLEASE READ /NF ITS SO GOOD) I’ve been transferring a ton of old art from my old iPad to my newer one so here’s some older fallen stars fanart I made last year.. I still need to catch up I was in TEARS bro. Masterpiece of a fanfic/au would recommend

If these look kinda familiar one of my buddies posted these to their account for me when I didn’t have tumblr last year :3 (fun fact my 11 year old cousin made fanart for this au around this time too..I got him to read it somehow and he was invested)

[timesicle]

Sorry weve starved yall </3 Take our Fallenstars art as food

[amber-in-the-rough]

in Katolis they honour their fallen warriors with lighting a candle. We see this in s1 when Amaya visits Sarai's grave and we see it in s4 ep3 when people in general and Callum in particular each light a candle for their former king and queen. Well, maybe they also do it for every person they lose, not just heroes of the kingdom, but we don't know that...

what we do know is that this is also a tradition in the Sunfire elf culture. I don't remember the specific phrasing but it's something along the lines of "guiding the soul back to the sun".

for all we know, there's also Aaravos who uses candles to, so to say, 'mourn' the time passed.

it may mean something. or- it may not mean anything. just an observation.

[fallenstars-au]

Was thinking about this AU again, want yall to have this cause it resembles more how i'd draw this AU nowadays, design isn't different just the style really.

[corishadowfang]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CORI!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Today I deliver you…your boy!! 😄 (big thanks to Starlight for the refs!)

…and a bonus crossover event? haha

KVASIR!! Haha, it looks like he made a good impression on Charis. He could use all the positive family members he can get. Thank you; this was super sweet!

[inkedwingss]

the dualitiy that exploded in the beginning

[fallenverse-official]

Hello 🤗.

I have nothing to say but I hope you two have a great day! 💪🏽.

A cake for you two :) even for swap too!

*insert Chocolate cake*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHATTERED🎉 He's a fan of sweets so he's enjoying himself :D

Oh yeah, and have chibi Swap happily devouring his slice ^^

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Shattered! Dream by - Galacii Og Dreamtale by - Joku Og Swap by - P0pcornPr1nce Corrupted! Swap by - PinkySilly1 Ink by - Comyet

[hcwritter]

This is gonna sound really dumb😭 But are you ok with doing spicy headcannons with the fallen star sanses?

-SPECIAL REQUEST FROM A FOLLOWER DATING HEADCANONS-

🤍 FOR NONE BINARY VIWERS 🤍

‼️⚠️NSWF⚠️‼️

( my opinion )

Shattered Dream:

*he would for sure use dirty talk to sway you into getting inti bed, and not once did it fail

*he loves using his tentacles to lube out the fuck out of your body to make it easir for him to rail the hell out of you later on

*he enjoys drinking wine while fucking you in the daily

*he loves seeing the claw scratches on his back and showing them and telling the other stars how fucking good you were un bed

*he thinks its cute when you moan loudly and call him dirty name, he loves the slight degradation

*he starting from your lips then down to your groan area, he loves savoring every inch of your body until he can��t get enough

*he definitely doesn’t just degrade you in bed, he dose it in front of everyone. He loves opening showing off on what’s his

*he adores your whippers, it makes his dick harder and ego bigger

*”oh you fucking slut, how many times do i have to tell you? Your body, your soul, your life, your whole being belongs to me. Got it? Now suck my cock”

*he loves you, in more ways he shows it thehehe

Ink:

*he definitely loves drawing your body anatomy on his sketch book and jerk off to it

*he doesn’t have emotions but lust is something you milk about of him

*he shakes every time your body is close to his, his sensitive body goes weaker even on the slightest bit of touch

*he loves fighting got thr dominance but always get dominated down, he secretly enjoys it too

*he loves making out in the dark and wall fucking on a canvas

*he definitely paints your passed out body and purposely put his hand print on your body in the painting signaturing his mark for you

*he loves touching and squeezing the hell out of your chubby parts and stroking every inch of your body and feeling like his gonna fucking cum on each touch

*he definitely has stashes kf up close pictures of your “private parts” and use them as “references “ when in reality he used them to jerk off and to see who is he coming home to

*”oh darling your body is more perfectly made than the pyramid of giza, i wanna capture and see and feel everything from you”

*he sees you as his model,in mire ways than one

Swap:

*he would definitely tease you and use a cold knife to glide on your body

*he loves licking your nipples and making your body tense to the body on one touch feels overwhelming

*he loves taking utter control over your body and loves dominating you and making you feel his dominance

*he loves your attitude regardless it’s bratty or obedient, he woukd still fuck your brains out the same way

*he is gentle but when that horse cock of his get tense, its cry or ride his fat cock darling

*he definitely loves leaving big love marks and hickeys

*he would bake and cook anything you want, as long his dick is getting sucked in exchange

*”come on dear, you know ill do anything for you. So please do the same with me sweetheart, ride my dick like it’s the last thing you want”

*he’s a bit of a tease but loves equality, in a way theheh