#cosmic traveler

[borianag]

Flora-Eye: The Cosmic Traveler Plant That Sees All

Just shared a little story on my blog about the inspiration behind my latest character artwork of a fun character. It’s a strange little alien plant with an eye, teeth, and purple petals, and honestly, it came from a weird place – my bronchitis cough!

It’s interesting how something so uncomfortable could spark creativity, but here we are. If you’re curious about how this cosmic traveler came to life, check it out!

Hope it brings a little curiosity and maybe even a smile to your day. 💜👁️🪐

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[princeruby]

Home is only far away if you cannot open the door to return... 🗝️ ~ Prince of Erosia ~

[wayti-blog]

“You are a cosmic traveler; your body is temporary, but its essence is eternal.”

Dave Zebian

[rhythmicreverie]

In the cosmic nebula's embrace, A cosmic traveler found their place. Through galaxies they'd roam and glide, A life-changing event they'd hide. Transformed, in stardust enwrapped, A tale of adventure they'd capture. In the vast expanse they'd venture, Discoveries, dangers, their fortune.

[theversevoyager]

In the depths of space, a cosmic traveler found solace on a distant planet, where an ancient art awaited discovery. Unknown to them, their hidden talent bloomed beneath the alien sky. With every stroke of a brush that painted stars and galaxies, they weaved magic into existence.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 245

Now Danny would openly admit, if only to himself, that he had a type when it came to relationships. If they were strong, if they were a threat to him, then chances were he would develop some sort of crush. It was how he had dated Sam and Valerie (And Johnny & Kitty) when he was a bit younger, and hell, Sam had technically succeeded in killing him, even if partly. 

Attraction towards smart people who could kill him was honestly par for the course for a Fenton or Nightingale anyway. 

And he’d also admit he enjoyed a bit of time travel, learning about times and culture long before his time, to the point that he could blend in in ancient times just as easily as the time he had been born in. That it was natural to mutter in a language lost to time. 

So color him surprise when another man perks up in the bar he had paused to get a drink in, vibrant green eyes gleaming in interest and responds in turn. And not just in the language, but able to keep up when he talks about things that once existed but haven’t been rediscovered yet. 

And one thing led to the other, and there might have been some assassins and some shenanigans that end with them both laughing together in an inn and then more and- Okay he has a type alright, and he’s ticking each box! How is that fair? 

[assassin1513]

🩶💙🤍Astronaut View🤍💙🩶

[theofficialastronomy101]

Heart Nebula

[vintage-tigre]

[thomaswaynewolf]

[williammarksommer]

Stella Atom

66 series 

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[sakiroll]

guest art for cosmic travelers! made by the team behind The Legend of Lucky Pie! @cosmictravelers_official

a sci-fi adventure indie animation about earth mysteriously being cut off from space. the cosmic travelers embark on a journey to find out the truth.

[g-h-o-s-t-2000]

The telephone ghosts

[glitchgloop]

I want to go to space, but in the cartoony way where I don't have to worry about stuff like oxygen levels or radiation.

like this:

Is there a name for this genre or aesthetic of unrealistic science fiction/fantasy space travel?

[azu1as]

Can you please write something where Cheong Myeong dies but Tang Bo survives and navigates the loss of his taoist hyung? I really like your work and J hope you know amazing you are. Thank you 😊

⚠ main character death, tangcheong

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"Isn't this view amazing, hyung-nim?"

Tang Bo watches as the sun falls behind the horizon, the warm colors of the sky cooling as night settles once again. The wind brushes against his hair and it comes to Tang Bo as easy as breathing to ignore the loneliness and loss that have carved out permanent spaces for themselves in his heart.

The Plum Blossom Sword Saint's funeral felt ill-fitting for a man whose sacrifice ended the increasing threat of the Demonic Cult. The affair was somber, attended only by the man's martial siblings and few select representatives from several other sects.

Standing among the sea of pink, Tang Bo's eyes remained dry as the hours went by with the crowd slowly decreasing until eventually all that stood between Tang Bo and Cheong Myeong were the empty silence and the cold, damp soil under which the man—what they could find left of him that is—rested.

A warm hand on his left shoulder pulls Tang Bo out of the haze he unknowingly found himself in. He turns around and, in a voice that fell flat even to his ears, greets, "Sect Leader Cheong Mun."

The older man has clearly seen better days. Red-rimmed eyes, slightly unkempt hair, and more lines on his face than when Tang Bo saw him last, clearly the man had not taken the death of his younger brother well. He was the only one who could pull Tang Bo away from Cheong Myeong's gravestone.

The trek back to the Sect Leader's residence was filled with a sense of disquiet; their mutual grief made it difficult to break the invisible wall between them.

Cheong Mun has Tang Bo sit in front of him as he pulls out a small chest of letters. With slightly unsteady hands, the man hands him a letter from Cheong Myeong. It was part of the pile of written messages that Cheong Myeong left on the Sect Leader's desk before he left Mount Hua with no other explanation.

Six months. Cheong Mun prayed for Cheong Myeong's return. He had sent out multiple missives and personal letters to various major and minor sects in the hopes of catching Cheong Myeong and bringing him back to their sect. Instead, what returned was rumors of one man single-handedly tearing through the Demonic Cult's ranks.

And, at the end of those six months, all that returned of Cheong Myeong after the Demonic Cult finally fell silent was news of his death and the broken shards of his sword.

Tang Bo could recall the moment with vivid clarity as Cheong Jin, devastating grief marring his features, fell to the ground in front of Cheong Mun and a visiting Tang Bo. His hands bled with how he clutched at the pieces of Cheong Myeong's broken swords and the burnt green ribbon that was stained in dried blood.

The sharp clack of Cheong Mun's chest closing draws Tang Bo away from those memories.

His eyes shift down to the letter, without even reading it, he could tell that Cheong Myeong had written it in a rush. The words that marked the letter as his sprawled across the page with some letters having been smudged in the haste it was written. These were all but Cheong Myeong's last words to him. He wants to read it. He doesn't want to read it.

Cheong Mun silently slides him a letter opener. Tang Bo knows the man also wants to know what had been written for Tang Bo. Cheong Mun's letter was filled with gratefulness and apologies from Cheong Myeong. There were no explanations from him. They hoped Tang Bo's letter would give them more clarity.

Trembling as his eyes passed over the words, Tang Bo's breath is pulled out of his lungs as if he had been struck by a painful punch. The paper in Tang Bo's hands crumples before it flutters uselessly to the ground—and with it, any doubts that Tang Bo had about his hyung-nim's actions leading to his death.

I was promised a life for a life. Tang Bo, I hope this time you live well. Travel the world for me.

Tang Bo's eyes fall shut and when he reopens them, he returns to the present. A beautiful view that greets him and him alone. In another lifetime, Tang Bo would have really liked seeing this view with Cheong Myeong.

[ai-arts-gallery]

Space travel - Aqaris I

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