#starlight (oc)

[suokumi]

don't worry, just relax, you totally can trust him

[shonee]

whatever you do, steer clear of the purple...

[lisicaiksiksiks]

[romirola]

Hello my friend! For the one-shots request, please choose whichever of these you find most inspiring, but if you're not feeling either, no worries!

1. “ i’m promising you all of eternity. ” with Avior/Starlight (and while I would adore it if it was my version of Starlight, Estelle, that is nowhere near required, please don't think you have to)

or

2. "is that my shirt?" with Milo and Sweetheart

No pressure if you're not feeling either of these! I just love to see your creativity!

Thank you! You're amazing!

~Star(lit)🌟

Thank YOU, @starlitangels! You’re amazing, and that’s why I was so happy that you trusted me with your Estelle to write this piece! 

Rating: G; WC: ~1.4K ; Prompts: Avior/Estelle (female!Starlight OC) “I’m promising you all of eternity.”

Read this oneshot on AO3!

[starlitangels]

To Steer By

Hiii... I was writer's blocked on this one for A While™. But I bring to you, the next chapter! And, uh... I'm sorry for the cliffhanger... 2.4k words

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7

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Chapter 8 - Arrival in Aria

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Moments after Estelle collapsed, her eyes were opening again. Avior was just grateful he caught her before she hit the ground. “Estelle?” He cupped her face. “Are you alright?”

She scrunched her eyebrows. “How long was I out?”

“Not long. Few moments.”

“Oh good. That didn’t feel like enough magic to warrant another all-day blackout,” she mumbled, regaining control of her muscles. “But… I do need to sit down.”

“Let’s get you back in the carriage and we’ll be on our way. We’re only going to travel a bit longer to find someplace to rest for the night anyway,” Avior said. He scooped her knees up and took her back to the carriage, where Vindemiator had convinced Caelum to go back to the driver’s bench of the darker carriage.

The inside of the white carriage had two benches, one facing the direction of travel, and one facing the other way. Avior laid Estelle on the former and took the latter for himself. He felt Vega get back in his position and heard the snap of reins encouraging the horses to go.

The carriage lurched and off they went.

Estelle didn’t bother to try to sit up. Just lounged across the bench, pinching the bridge of her nose. Avior watched over her intently.

“That was incredible,” he said.

She peeked one eye open and looked at him. “You lit a candle from a distance with the snap of your fingers. You’ve got power yourself.”

“Mm. Nothing like yours. I’m half-demon. My powers tend to be… fiery. Destructive and dangerous. I can do other things but it’s difficult. Yours… it was… that was… pure. Radiant, even.”

She snickered. “You should see my brother’s,” she said. “I’m nothing compared to him.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

She shuffled so she was on her side, facing him. “You met Morgan. My brother. He’s the Crown Prince. He’s the one who got the lion’s share of the magic. He’s the one who can see the future, not me. I can use the positioning of the stars, sun, and moon to make a few guesses and predictions, but Morgan is far more accurate.”

“But can he make that swarm of falling stars?”

She smiled. “He could make a bigger one. He actually is the one who taught me how.”

Avior hummed in thought. The carriage hit a dip in the road and bounced. Estelle winced but otherwise didn’t react.

He stuck his head out the window. “Vega? Are we stopping soon?”

“As soon as we find a defensible position to make camp,” Vega replied.

“Hm… well… hurry up.”

“Yes, sire.”

—

Vindemiator kicked his ankles up onto Scorpius’ lap. Who, for his part, didn’t bother to push them off. “See, the problem,” Vin said, “is Avi’s wife has white hair and I don’t know how to work with that.” He glanced over at where Avior had Estelle curled up on his lap. She was asleep and Avior was quietly speaking with Vega. “Like. All of us except Caelum have dark hair. I can make anything to work with dark hair. But I don’t know how to make anything for hair that pale. Like. With dark hair a red outfit pops and is sexy. But white hair? Which is the pop? What do I do with it?”

“Vin, you know you’re not actually the royal tailor right?” Scorpius asked. “Like. You know you outrank the royal tailor by a lot. Right?” He snickered. “Besides. The king will probably hire a female seamstress from Castle Town specifically for Estelle’s wardrobe when she needs anything.”

Vin scoffed. “Rude.”

“All I’m saying is she’s brought her entire wardrobe with her. She’s not going to need anything new for a while.”

Vindemiator stared at Scorpius, disbelief painted all over his face. “Are you implying she’s not going to have an entirely new gown made for her coronation? Which, by the way, is in two weeks?”

“No one in Aria will know that the gown she wears isn’t brand-new.”

“They’ll have a decent guess if it’s got Star Kingdom written all over it. She needs something that shows she’s our queen. Something that feels Arian.”

Scorpius rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he muttered.

Vindemiator pulled out his little book where he liked to sketch out design ideas. Caelum shuffled where he was asleep on his bedroll beside Vindemiator. Caelum’s hair had once been blond. But the transformation had turned his hair a soft, pale pink. Vindemiator could work with pink. It was the white he wasn’t solid on.

White just stood out so much. If he wanted to do a pop of color, the white would still outshine it. But a white gown—in Vin’s opinion—was too much of the same color. He needed something to complement the white. Her wedding gown had been even paler than sky blue. Which had been… nice. He supposed. He didn’t work with pastel shades for anyone other than his brother. Maybe he’d have to learn.

Across the small campsite, Estelle was asleep on Avior’s lap in the dimmest light of the campfire. Vindemiator narrowed his eyes at her and glanced down at his book.

He sketched the basic profile of a grand gown, and in the corner wrote, Dark Red? Black? Maybe one of those would work. She’d probably prefer a pastel, considering everything he’d seen of her wardrobe. But a deep, dark shade would be more Arian.

He brought his legs off Scorpius’ lap and bent his knees up as a firmer surface to draw on, adding details to the gown and material considerations. Satin and silk were nice but she needed something richer for a coronation. Velvet and taffeta were added to his list of notes. He didn’t care that he wasn’t the actual royal tailor. He liked the work and he liked the artistic expression.

Vindemiator kept designing long after everyone else had drifted off—barring Vega, who’d elected to keep first watch.

—

“Caelum?” Vindemiator asked his brother as the party finally crossed into the Arian castle keep’s walls. “Why don’t you show Avior’s new wife around the castle? Give her a grand tour?”

Caelum perked up. “Okay!”

Avior gave Vindemiator a confused look. Vin just shrugged.

Caelum scampered over to Estelle. “Can I show you around?” He bounced a little on his feet.

“Of course,” Estelle replied.

Caelum tried so hard to be proper. He offered her his elbow and tried to be dignified. But the second they reached one of the doors, he grabbed her wrist to point out something and went back to bouncing.

“Why Caelum?” Avior asked.

“He’ll show her all the best parts of the castle and make it easier for her to remember how to get around. And I wanted to talk to you,” Vindemiator replied.

What few members of the guard had been rebuilt were helping to unpack the supplies from the journey. Avior nodded away from the group and led Vin after him to somewhere more private. “What’s on your mind?”

Vin opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Your wife is going to need an attendant,” he said. “I… I was thinking that… my partner might be interested. I haven’t asked, but I know they were wanting to try something new. Their current job hasn’t been fulfilling for them. They need more interaction with people, not just being alone.”

Avior nodded. “Go ahead and ask them. If they’re interested we’ll get them started. See if it works for them.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Before Avior could move to leave, Vin stepped into his path. “There’s one more thing,” he said. Avior paused and gestured for him to go on. “We’ve, uh… we’ve been like this… for a month, Avi.”

“Was the attack a month ago already?” Avior muttered, sounding tired.

“Yeah. Uh… it’s been long enough that… that I… I don’t really feel like Vindemiator, anymore.”

Avior’s head tilted slightly to one side. “Alright…”

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot. Would… would it be okay if you all call me Gavin, instead?”

“Of course. If that’s what would make you the most comfortable.”

“I think it would. Caelum can still call me Vin, but, uh, I think I’d prefer it if the rest of you call me Gav if you’re going to shorten it.”

“That’s something we can do. Would you like to tell the others or do you want me to?”

“Normally I would. But you’re the king now. I think they’ll listen to you better.”

Avior couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think you put too much stock in their respect for me, but I’ll talk to them anyway and make sure they respect your decision. I’m sure they will, but I’ll talk to them.”

“Thank you, my king.” Gavin bowed slightly.

“My honor,” Avior replied.

They shook hands while Gavin rolled his eyes at the formality of it all and Avior smiled.

—

Estelle listened to Caelum raptly. He was excitable and young and sweet—but he also knew the castle and explained it and its layout simply. His rambles tended to wander aimlessly, but always snapped back to the subject of the castle when something of note was in their path. He also kept his directions simple.

“Oh, oh!” Caelum whispered, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “This door is one of the offshoots of the kitchen.” He gave her the youthful version of a sly smile—the smile of kids sharing secrets. “This one is the one where they make the cookies.”

Estelle twisted her head to face him properly and dropped her mouth open. “Is that right?” she asked conspiratorially.

Caelum nodded. “Don’t tell the baker I told you.”

“No, of course not.”

Down the corridor, she noticed when Caelum clammed up. It was the first time it had happened—it’d be hard not to notice. He slowed his pace and looked at where several planks of wood had been propped up over a hole in the stone wall out to the courtyard, trying to block the draft. He stared at the hole, brows tilting, lower lip sliding out, eyes watering. Estelle squeezed his hand where he’d been holding onto hers.

“Hey,” she asked softly. “What’s wrong?”

He whimpered slightly, shaking his head.

Estelle gathered him to her, resting his head on her chest and putting her chin on the back of his head. “It’s okay, little guy,” she said, rocking back and forth. “Whatever it is, it’s okay.”

He shook his head, horns nearly getting caught in her dress’ bodice. “That—that’s where the demon broke through the wall,” he managed to say. “The… the one that hurt Vin. The one that did this to us.” He grabbed his horns and pulled on them. Almost like he was trying to pull them off his head entirely. Estelle grabbed his hands and eased them away.

“Hey,” she entreated softly. “None of that. I know you must miss who you were. How you looked. But you’re okay. You’re alive, your brother’s alive. Neither of you were seriously hurt. And you’re different now but you’re still you. Having a little bit of demon blood in your veins doesn’t stop you from being the sweetest kid I’ve ever met.” She raked her fingers through his soft pink curls. “Don’t let something you had no control over get you down when you and your brother are stronger because of what happened to you.”

He sniffled and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. “I-I-I’ll try.”

“Trying is all you need, buddy.”

“Cae? What’s wrong?” a familiar voice demanded. Estelle turned to see Avior and Caelum’s brother picking up their pace at the end of the hallway. Jogging over.

Vin took Caelum from Estelle’s embrace and into his own. He glanced at the hole in the wall. Understanding dawned in his eyes. He glanced at Avior. “I’m gonna take him back to his room,” he said. Avior nodded.

Once the brothers were around the corner, Avior offered his elbow to his wife. “May I finish his tour?”

“Of course,” Estelle replied, taking his arm.

“Caelum is young. He’s had the hardest time… adjusting to all of the recent changes.”

“I guessed as much. At least he has his brother.” She sighed. “What’s his full first name again?”

“Growing up, the name he was given was Vindemiator. But he’s asked that we call him Gavin now.”

“Oh thank the stars. I have a good memory but I couldn’t get that name. Gavin I can remember easy.”

Avior smiled.

The tour of the castle continued for a bit, and Avior paused on the third floor. “Wh…” He licked his lips and sighed. “Where would you rather sleep?”

“Pardon?”

“Do you wish to join me in my chambers, or would you rather maintain your own?”

“Oh. I… I admit, I hadn’t really thought about it.” She reached up with her free hand and fidgeted with the ends of her hair. “Is whatever I decide now… permanent?”

“It doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it to be.” He pushed open a door and led her in. “These are my chambers. They were my father’s.” With his free hand, he gestured around. “As you can see, plenty big enough for the both of us to maintain our own space when we want.” He cleared his throat. “Unless you’d rather have several more tons of stone between you and I when you want space.”

“Um… how about…” On the one hand, she was well aware that she barely knew him. They’d been around each other constantly for a week, but was that enough? It would probably be kinder to both of them if they maintained their own space until they were comfortable enough with one another to share living quarters.

On the other hand… the thought of sharing space and seeing him at his most vulnerable, comfortable, and casual bore a deep appeal.

“Let’s try together at first,” she said. “If we feel like we need more space until we know each other better, I’ll be fine with that.”

Avior nodded. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

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[galaxyvoided]

starting to already make new refs of a few of my OC's for Artfight later this year.

anyways look at Starlight!!

[viviraeva]

He who touched the stars.

the prophecy that awaits the Monterrey Family.

" he who held the knowledge

he who carries the guilt

held in future family image

until the last divine wilt

beware of the stars and the moons

of the love their children can feel

utter the death full of crones

death lingers upon our wheel

a child of land with the surname of the mountain king

shall be the next to touch the stars

alongside the father of light from the arcana. "

This scripture could be found in either Akkadian and Ch'olti'. It is an unknown piece of modern empowered history that daemonkind helped put humanity back together after the Sovereigns fell. The ancient civilizations were connected via the spell song and were able to gain their own independence in revealing their own history before daemonkind made their way to Elegy.

In the years to come when civilizations were formed, the scripture was first discovered in Babylon in 504 BC. It was analyzed by the wisest elders and taken apart line by line to try and find it's meaning. When the Babylonian Empire fell, the scripture was lost in the destruction.

When the Mayan Empire arose nearly 800 years later, the scripture was unknowingly found a second time in the Ch'olti language. Again, it was analyzed time and time again by the empire's wisest elders and researchers. No one could figure out what the scripture was foreshadowing. It terrified them all.

Fast forward to the fall of the Mayan Empire.

There was a man by the name of Chaac who studied the stars at the time. He prayed to them, worshipped them, and devoted himself whole-heartedly to them. During his prayers, an inchoate daemon by the name of Pleione came across his loving spell-song. They fell in love and spent hours in each other's embrace and began to forget about their responsibilities. In a fit of rage, both humanity and daemonkind forbid them from seeing each other. Devastated, Pleione was unraveled by the grief of their love and of their own. In their last moments, they rifted to Chaac, vowing to protect him and his family from beyond.

In the days before the prolonged fall of the empire, a devastated Chaac came across a lost fragment of Sovereign will. The fragment ushered him closer, promising him the chance to see his daemon lover one last time. He was trapped in a cave and possessed by the Sovereign will in which the exact scripture was pressed with charcoal onto his back. An opening formed in the cave and was shot to the stars. The last the man heard was the words, "The message is set," in his native tongue.

He was sent back to a nearby village as his home fell.

Years passes and the many generations of Chaac to come would be burdened with the knowledge of this scripture. Although lost to legend upon the modern times, many of the empowered descendants were severely cautious near anything related to magic. Their family hid from the Department of Magical Novices after its formation in the 1700s through 1800s. It wasn't until the 1900s when a young girl from the family married a man with the last name, Monterrey. The family was prepared for doom as they remembered the line, "a child of land with the surname of the mountain king." Ever since, the family waited in fear for the scripture to finally come true.

In the 1910's, the family was found in their hideout sector by the American-Continental Sector of D.U.M.P. and was taken into custody. Since then, the Department has kept a close eye on the family, awaiting the rest of the prophecy to come true.

[loumageofficial]

She's here in Tumblr and Instagram not much of adding any picture of my art but I'll send more

[captainzigo]

when your powerful sorceress friend doesn’t understand ethics

[doofazoid]

redesigned some familiar faces!

[suokumi]

a lil something for valentine trade with @apricotbuncakes uwo<3

and a lil bonus because a stunt like this from Sun can't go unnoticed cackles

[shonee]

two more aliens I made for a friend’s SLB fic series, Suma & Brix!

Suma is a Delvret - as a species adept at digging, Delvrets spend much of their time beneath their planets surface in a veritable city of tunnels. They have a natural eye for structure, so many Delvrets make a living off-planet as architects and engineers. Delvrets have an acute sense of hearing, which they use to communicate miles apart from each other in the tunnels they dig. They mostly walk upright, but their fastest form of locomotion is running on all fours. Their carapace is a handy protective shell against any stray falling rocks, or any attacks in a pinch. This shell continuously grows and forms new layers like a tree trunk, and although it naturally wears down while a Delvret digs, those who perform less manual labor than others keep theirs at a manageable length by routinely scratching their backs against special-made scratching posts.

Brix is a Bombaroon - Bombaroons live very short lives, around a third of the lifespan of a human’s - 35 years or so, with the oldest living Bombaroon recorded at 51 years. Bombaroons are somewhat looked down upon due to their short lives and even shorter stature, but they are well-organized and clever. One of their primary forms of communication is a complex, dance-like sign language that can be interpreted over great distances. Their planet’s primary export is agriculture, as with their natural ability to pollinate they have an innate sort of green thumb. Their antennae are very sensitive, and can be used to detect minute changes in wind, temperature, humidity, pheromones, carbon dioxide, and even gravity. Their stinger contains a neurotoxin that can paralyze the average human for a minute - often ineffective against other alien species, but more than enough for defense on their home planet.

[lisicaiksiksiks]

[mellowmusings]

Blessed mistakes | part 1 Azriel x reader

prologue part2

A/N—I wasn't even going to continue this series, but thank you all for the love I get on my fics. I literally love you all so much. Let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list. Summary- After over 5 centuries of waiting Azriel hasn't found his mate, given up all hope of any chance of finding her he decides to start pursuing Elain, not seeing what was in front of him all along.

Part One: Silent Distance

The days had become quieter, colder. Azriel had hardly noticed the shift at first. There had been no sharp, clear break, no moment of realization that something between him and Y/N had changed. It was more like the subtle dimming of light, a slow fading that he couldn't quite place, and by the time he realized the distance, it felt too late to fix.

He was busy. Always busy. Missions, meetings, responsibilities—his life had become a blur of endless duties, all of which he threw himself into with a fervor that bordered on obsession. Every waking moment was occupied with something—someone. His brothers, his work, and, in the rare quiet moments, the heavy weight of his own thoughts.

But through all of that, there had been Y/N. Always there. Always steady. Always understanding. She had been his anchor, his confidante. She always knew when to stay silent, when to speak, when to pull him out of his head and into the present. He had always relied on her in ways he hadn’t even fully understood.

It wasn’t that Azriel didn’t care. He did. More than he could admit, especially to himself. But there were things he couldn’t change—things like his duties and his... impossible feelings. Feelings for someone who would never see him the way he saw her. And that someone was always there, too, always lingering just outside of his reach. It was easier, in some ways, to focus on the work, to throw himself into the mission, to avoid the vulnerability of his own emotions.

And so, he did.

Y/N had stopped coming around as often. She was still there, in the background, but it was clear she wasn’t the same. She didn’t linger after meetings anymore. She didn’t tease him, didn’t joke like she used to. Her presence, once a constant comfort, had become a quiet thing—distant, even when she was standing right next to him. She seemed to slip away, a little more each day, but Azriel didn’t notice, not at first.

It wasn’t until he found himself in the war room late one evening, alone with his thoughts, that he felt it. The absence. The silence in the air that was too thick, too suffocating. He looked up from the maps strewn across the table, expecting to see Y/N by the door or leaning against the wall, ready to offer some lighthearted comment about how the plan was absurd. But she wasn’t there.

He frowned, a small pang of unease flaring in his chest. He hadn’t seen her much lately, had barely spoken to her in the last few days. Busy, he reminded himself. He was busy, after all. But it didn’t sit right.

Azriel left the war room in search of her, making his way down the familiar corridors of the House of Wind. He passed Mor’s room first, saw the flicker of light under the door, and for a moment, the idea of knocking—of spending time with her—felt... comforting. But he didn’t. He couldn’t focus on that right now.

Finally, he found her. Y/N was sitting alone in the garden, her back to him, staring out at the moonlit horizon. She looked so small, like a silhouette against the night. It struck him, in that moment, how much he missed her presence. How long had it been since they’d shared a quiet evening like this, just the two of them? How long had it been since she’d smiled like she meant it?

"Y/N?" His voice was tentative, unsure, as though he wasn’t sure if he should disturb the quiet of the night.

She turned slightly, just enough for him to see her face. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she blinked quickly, brushing it off. "I didn’t hear you come in," she said, her voice flat.

He frowned, taking a few steps toward her. "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine," she said quickly, her smile tight and forced. It didn’t reach her eyes. "Just needed some space."

Azriel hesitated, his instincts telling him that something was wrong. He knelt down beside her, his eyes searching her face. "Y/N..." He trailed off, unsure of how to push through the wall she’d built between them. "What’s going on?"

She met his gaze, her lips pressed together in a thin line. The silence stretched between them, heavy and thick, before she finally spoke, her voice low. "I’m not sure I belong here anymore, Az."

His chest tightened at her words, but he didn’t say anything. He couldn’t find the words. She wasn’t the one to pull away, not like this. Not so... cold.

"You’re still my friend, Y/N," he finally said, his voice low, almost too soft.

She nodded, her expression unreadable. "I know. But that’s the thing, Az. I’m just... a friend." The words hung in the air between them like a curse.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. The weight of the unspoken truth crashed over him. Y/N had always been more than a friend to him, but he had never been able to show her that. She had never been anything more than a shadow behind the love he couldn’t admit, a shadow he had taken for granted.

"I’ve been thinking," she continued, her voice trembling just slightly, but her gaze remained steady. "I need to leave for a while. I volunteered for diplomatic work—there’s a mission to the Autumn Court. I’ll be gone for some time."

Azriel blinked, surprised, and instinctively reached out for her arm. "What? No, Y/N. You don’t have to go. You don’t need to leave."

But her eyes were already averted, a distance between them that he couldn’t cross. "I think I do, Az. I think I need to get away from here. From you."

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. She didn’t wait for him to respond, didn’t wait for him to make things right, because she knew that things couldn’t be fixed. Not anymore.

"I’ll be gone in a few days," she said quietly, standing up, brushing the dirt off her clothes. "I hope you’ll be... alright."

Azriel watched her walk away, his heart sinking lower with each step she took. She didn’t look back, didn’t wait for him to say anything else. And as she disappeared into the darkness of the hall, Azriel finally felt it. The sting of something lost. The realization that he had been too blind to see it, too focused on his own distractions to notice what had been right in front of him all along. taglist- @anarchiii @er1023 @clementine111002 @sunnyspycat

[starlitangels]

"Child... of Land... you... are needed..."

Yes that's an Imperium quote but it's what I thought worked best for this piece

A little visual representation of how I think it'll look when Starlight merges with the Meridian

I did not freehand the Sovereign hands. Those are traces from vector images. However Starlight's and Avior's entire bodies were all 100% me!

Shoutout to @zozo-01 for basically yelling encouragement at me when I was feeling burned out on this one

Also, I wasn't going to put Avior's horns on because I never draw Avior with horns because I figure his are never visible because Starlight mistook him for a Dreamwalker which means he's probably visually human for the most part but I thought exposure to the Meridian would let them be out

[phopollo]

Sniffling and holding them up,,

Design update/cleanup for the cartoon steamers,,,,,

The entirety of the main cast has their updated/tweaked designs now,,,, here they are just so I can have them all on one post too,,