#the celestial guard

[basilbots]

Lil bit of Helios info. He represses his feelings a lot because as an Eclipse he feels these things Strongly, which especially after learning about other Eclipses is scary for him and he fears he'll hurt people. Even positive emotions Helios is worried will come out in a toxic way, affection turning into possessiveness and so on, so they purposefully try to restrain themselves.

[rosegoldorigins]

When your general has just been disarmed in front of you and now it’s your turn

Please don’t hurt me Mr Sage sir

[julissart]

Day 6: Gods and Demons 🔥

Part 2

@sanusoweek

Day 1 || Day 2 || Day 3 || Day 4 || Day 5 || Day 6 || Day 7

[serotoninny]

i like ne zha. dont ask me how much.

[fluffypotatey]

Post season 5 is perfect time for those monkeys to be "what a loser who has an unrequited crush on me. I would feel bad for him really, so desperate"

both of them pointing and laughing at each other while MK is just like

[valorianknights]

W.I.P Stuff

Celestial Guard au

Did I mention it's also a Time Loop au? Hehehe

I'll give more details in a different post with the completed drawings.

[saintadeline]

I just woke up from a dream where i was so certain i had just come to a groundbreaking realization about bloodborne and now that i'm awake it was really silly but i think this part of it still holds true so I made the exact image i was making in that dream. What this means is up to interpretation but it's interesting i suppose

[thesleepykettle]

I hope you've brought a worthy offering for Precious.

(Nude alt on my Twitter 💕)

[madcat-world]

Celestial Guardian - Istrandar

[artsolarsash]

Finally, I made the variation of Eclipse. Sorry for a long time, there were some reasons.

So which one of design is suitable for him?

[octahedral-chaos]

An offical introduction on Celestial Guard Beasts (Or CGBs)

An open original species by OCTAfan

Celestial Guard Beasts were created by the Luck and space God Fortuna Astrum, as guardians for their domain. However, during the Great War, Fortuna died, leaving their creations to find their own calling.

A Celestial Guard Beast have a specific object that they guard. Most light variant CGBs tend to guard weapons, while dark CGBs Guard Wands, books and other such items.

All Celestial Guard Beasts can use aether, or space, magic, but the variants have specific magic they can also use. Dark CGBs use fire or Nature magic, while Light CGBs use water or air magic. They can also "bless" someone with good luck... or curse one with bad luck should they be angered.

CGBs have no need to eat, drink, sleep nor other bodily functions, as they are the animated form of Luck itself. However, they reproduct by concentrating luck and aether magic into a specific point, forming an "egg." Depending on typing, the egg can hatch into a light variant or dark variant CGB. Clutches can range from 1 to 4 eggs.

They are sapient, and mimic other beings' behaviour to blend in. Likewise, they can speak, but prefer to use bell-like chirps and whistles to communicate.

They are 4-6 feet long on average, with a wingspan of 10-20 feet

As seen above, all rules are in the images, but here it is for better viewing.

Must respect the variants traits (E.G All light-type CGBs should not have scaled talons).

Must have a single horn at the center of the forehead

Can't be hornless

Ears must be rounded and short (E.G can't have pointy ears

Ears should point slightly backwards when relaxed, with the exception of floppy ears

Wings, if the CGB have them, must be feathered

For multiple pairs of wings, size can vary (E.G each pair of wing could be smaller than the other)

Most CGBs have rather large wings, but these can be smaller for chibi-styled art

Accents here means the claws, inner ears and horn

"Opposite" means the Colour of the opposite variant (E.G Light variant colours on a dark variant)

Maximum of 2 pairs of extra legs and 3 tails

Extra eyes can also be located on anywhere on the body, with the exception of tails and lower extremities (Shoulder and hips are fine)

[weaverpop]

Azure definitely pampered Jing when he was pregnant with Mocha

Oh man, definitely. Azure had no clue what to except, and def freaked out over every little thing.

But unfortunately, Jing is very independent, and while he loves a little pampering, he would hate being coddled. He spent centuries alone after-all. With or without Yin alive.

Azure wouldn’t mean to smother him, but sometimes Jing just needed space. Whenever that happened he would usually hide at Pigsies Noodle. Thankfully Pigsy knew to keep an eye on Jing just in case.

Jing, ranting: “I’m only four months along! I can do my own laundry just fine, he needs to understand that!”

Pigsy, serving him more noodles: “Yup, absolutely.”

But! That doesn’t mean he’s not completely against pampering! He likes not moving from the couch sometimes, and does enjoy watching others (peng) flail about trying to find something for him. This also means that Jing can get away with a bit more, since Azure becomes ferocious to anyone who makes him cry. It does have its downsides though, leading to situations like:

Jing: “Azure! Azure! Azure he didn’t mean it-!”

Azure: (growling angrily up a tree)

Random Guard: “AHHHH SIR STOP HIM PLEASE IM SORRY AHHHHHHHHH-“

[mysweetsinfulobsessions]

Another banger of a book!

[sleepyfan-blog]

Nearly Taking Root

Author’s Note:  this is the second part of mer-Darsas fic! I have borrowed @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan ‘s boi Hura with permission for this fic

Previous.

Next

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @the-pure-angel @whorety-k

Warnings: Body Horror, near-death experience, swearing, ask me to tag something if it bothers you

Summary: Darsas finds two little helpers in his garden and one of his dearest brothers comes for a visit.

Darsas hummed happily as he swum through the burgeoning garden of rot that he had been lovingly and patiently tending to for months now. The garden was small and fragile, but Darsas held out hope that with time, effort and the endless patience that Grandfather has taught him, the small space of decay will grow and become a -

“Ehehehe!”

The high-pitched giggle burbled around the diseased reef and through Darsas’ mind. A bright grin pulls at his lips - and the larger mouth that Grandfather had Gifted him on his lower torso purred out “I hear you little one! Won't you come play with me?”

“Who calls us? We hear! We want to play… Will you be nice?” Another voice chittered in his mind and through the water.

“I am Darsas Plagueweaver. Psyker of the Death Guard, humble grandson to the Lord of Rot.”  The space marine rumbled, not entirely surprised as two nurglings peered Up at him from the heart of the garden, where grew the Plague Rose vines. 

The deep green vines dripped with spores and bacteria from their black thorns, pulsing in time to his heartbeats, curled around his previous offerings. He had no willing cultists to feed the garden's heart, nor any worthy captives. But the larger aquatic mammals were sufficient for the task for now, and by the time he needed sentient sacrifices, Darsas Was certain he would have them.

After all, he had seen the baseline humans who regularly visited his gardens, taking samples of his efforts. Their curiosity was understandable, as was their weariness. Ancient Terra was incredibly difficult to create and maintain Works like this without much blood, sweat and tears. He hadn't approached them directly - but he planned to soon.

They definitely seemed like the types to meddle, and baselines though often enthusiastic needed a patient guiding hand to show them the path forwards. He was delighted to see the tiny deamon's faces. Their many sharp teeth and ever-shifting number of eyes as they swam out to meet him with wide grins and happy giggles.

“This world is… Not one we have been able to work in before. Grandfather is grateful that you would seek to bring his Love and Care. We bring you a bowl filled with His Soup, to fortify you. You're practically skin and bones. Our Grandfather would not have you fall into sleep and join him in the Warp too soon.” One of the Nurglings coos while the other cuts its’ belly, it's writhing intestines and brackish blood curled around the bowl of benediction.

Darsas kneels down as far as his large bulk would allow, lovingly patting both Nurgling's head, smiling as their tar-sticky skin clings in clumps to the fused ceramite-skin of his armor. “My thanks, to you both and our Grandfather.” with careful hands, he scoops up the small bowl and tipped it - bowl and boiling stew together - into his larger stomach-mouth.

A soft sigh of satisfaction leaves Darsas as the mind-numbing ravenous Hunger he had been unable to sate from the moment the first Rot Rose Vine began to grow in the heart of his garden. The ragged edges of exhaustion were lovingly removed from his mind and body, and the micro-tremors from how ragged he had been worn from working the hard-fired clay that the Warp felt in this time, on this world. Another dual smile and a deep, thrusting purr rumbled through Darsas as he scooped up both Nurglings, nuzzling them happily “Please send my deepest thanks to Grandfather. I feel much better now.”

“We are here to help! Many souls live on this world, just waiting for Grandfather to embrace them. There are many diseases and parasites that could be empowered with Grandfather's blessings… Many souls in agony, on the brink of fearful oblivion and in need of the gifts that he can give to those loyal grandchildren who follow in his footsteps.” one of the nurglings chirruped happily.

“Oh I know, but I do not move quickly over land. Through the air and in the water, yes. And the mortals here shy away from me, as they fear my visage.” Darsas pointed out with a regretful sigh. He was large for a Chaos astartes and had long since fused with his armor, which was more akin to his skin than anything else.

The scent of putrid Rot and decay followed Darsas wherever he went, the scent strong enough to nauseated most mortals who got within thirty feet of him. The spikes on his armor and the way his fins could stretch and Warp to suit his needs bothered many of his cousin astartes as well, if the low-level headache one of the lingering blessings of Nurgle didn't drive them away. It wasn't as if Darsas could help to be the way that Grandfather had altered his body and psychic gifts to be of better service.

And serve Darsas did, the memories of Father's long years of defiance and horror as he and his brothers were… Made examples to The Reaper, of why defying Grandfather was the height of foolishness. But that had been long, long ago and whatever his initial feelings on Back Then had long since faded.

“Worry not, Darsas! For we can alter our forms to be able to move quickly over land, and to mortals we will look pleasing to their eyes unless we choose not to!” The healing nurgling burbled up at him happily. 

Darsas beamed and gently patted the injured nurgling, setting it back down within the Heart of the Garden, allowing the vines to wrap around his body, it’s thorns sinking deeply into his flesh, as it drank his blood.

“Darsas?” One of his nearest and dearest Brothers called out.

“Over here, Hura.” Darsas called out over vox, his voice weakening as the thorny vines constricted further around his body. Grandfather’s stew kept the pain away, and it the pressure felt pleasant as the blood loss made him feel floaty. Shadows were starting to lengthen and deepen as the Apothecary came into view. Why was the other horrified? Darsas was fine, really, and the Nurglings giggled and clapped delightedly, dancing at where his tail touched the decaying reef. The sweet relief of sleep was incredibly tempting. “I’m… So tired, Hura…  Been working on this garden all by myself… Younglings all wandered off.”

Hura was frowning for once, and the usual smile on his face was missing. He was… Cursing? Angrily as he hacked and slashed at something with his power sword. “Oh absolutely fucking not, Grandfather damn it all, Darsas why didn’t you tell me that you had a Hungry Plague Heart that needed feeding? I would have been able to procure for you an appropriate sacrifice. You didn’t need to pull something like this.”

“Huuuuraaa stop being maaad! Grandfather gifted me a bowl of Soup… I feel great.” Darsas murmured, feeling something leafy and verdant on the back of his tongue, for reasons he couldn’t begin to guess. “Look! Hura! Nurglings!” He pointed at the two little ones who’d scrambled behind him, peering up at Hura, their faces shifting.

“He is hurting the heart! We must stop him!” One nurgling cried out, frightened.

The injured one rushed at the Apothecary, trying to grab at the other’s tail “Stop it! Stop it! We were going to play a game and you’re ruining it! Stop iiiit!” They begged.

Hura glanced down at the Nurgling pawing at his tail and sent the tiny demon flying into a large sandstone rock, the force with which the Apothecary had used enough to cause the little demon to splatter into a puff of warp-energy and necrotic rock. “I will not let you take my brother from me. It is not his time yet to join Grandfather.”

The other nurgling whimpered and looked up pleadingly at Darsas “Please help me! Why is your friend being so mean? I thought he would be nice, like you.”

“He is nice. I don’t know why Hura is being so strange… ‘Urrie, you need to calm down. ‘M fiiine! I promise.” Darsas reassured the very unhappy apothecary, reaching out a shaking hand to cup Hura’s face, to get his attention.

“You really aren’t, Darsas. I was worried when our brothers mentioned that you’d been withdrawing from them. I didn’t think you’d pull something like this. Sar. You stop fussing and let me do what I must.” Hura growled - actually growled - at him.

Genuinely stunned and taken aback, Darsas obediently kept still, unable to process the frantic pleading of the remaining nurgling - who’d gotten sliced in half by a stray swing of Hura’s blade when it tried to step between Darsas and the irate apothecary.

Eventually, Hura sheathed the blade and pulled Darsas into his arms, still growling softly. “Don’t you dare fall asleep until I tell you to. I will wake you up if you do.”

“No… Promises. I’m so tired, ‘Urrie.” Darsas mumbled as the darkness took him.

[lovethytendytenderly]

Celestial Bodies Moodboard

[artmill-danaan]

D23. Celestial. Or as I like to call that one: Niké(y) coming down from the Heavens

Dedicated to @shadowen for her incredible fanfiction "Goddess of Victory" who completely inspired that drawing.

And also, Luca Marinelli's Roberta which, so sweet!