Hello hello! This is my side blog. If you’re looking for my main blog, please go to @rookbirdrookbird. You’ll find what you’re looking for there. @celestialtagmusings is my “spam” account for this page. Think of it as a dedicated reblog zone! Any and all reblogs for CT will be there for your convenience!
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What Is Celestial Tag?
Celestial Tag is my OC story! I created it around 2024, but I didn’t really know what to do with it, so I shelved it. But now I actually have ideas for the story, so I’m dusting it off and putting it back on the table.
But for an actual summary, Celestial Tag is a fantasy story that takes place on the continent of Southport. In this world, the Sun has been missing for nearly two centuries, and everyone has pretty much given up on finding it. There was an attempt around the time the Sun vanished, but that’s a story for another time.
In the modern day, four heroes set out on a quest to find the missing Sun, and to bring back peace to Southport.
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How Will This Story Be Presented?
I’m not a very good writer, and my art could always use some improvement, but at the current moment I’m in the rough draft writing stages of an “official” comic. I’m not entirely sure it’ll be a real thing, so for now, I’m going to post unorganized mini-comics of the story. (UPDATED 04/01/26)
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Master Directory
Ref Sheets—
• The Sun and The Moon
• Silver and Dish (UPDATED 04/26/26)
• The Commander also this is important (UPDATED 04/26/26)
• Marshank
• Melody (UPDATED 04/26/26)
• Alley (UPDATED 04/26/26)
•Jasper (UPDATED 04/26/26)
• Alma
• Marta
• Sherry
• Samson
• Rhapsody
Lore Posts—
• Gods and Objects
• Weapons of the Army
• Retracing My Steps
• Lore Document Part 1
• Ghosts
• The Process Of It All
Mini-Comics—
• Aftermath
• Commanders Affirmations
• The Ball of Dawn and Dusk Part 1–Part 2–Part 3
Art—
• Oh What Will I Do?
• The ‘Morning’ After Tragedy
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Where Else Can You Find Me?
Like I stated at the top, my main blog is @rookbirdrookbird. I post normal stuff there. Sometimes.
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Fan Content (05/12/26)
While I doubt there’ll be much, I’m very open to fan content!
I’m also very open to OC’s for the story, and extremely open to OC’s for the Sun Searchers Army! No guidelines or anything! Have fun! (Keep in mind, if you make a Sun Searcher OC, they’ll be considered dead within canon, so I guess that’s a guideline…)
Fanart Tag: #celestialtagfanart
OC Tag: #celestialtagOC
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Well, that’s it. I don’t know how to end this. Maybe you could just….scroll away…..until next time…..
at the Cloud Fortress. straight up “meeting him” . and by “him” , haha, well. let’s justr say. Uhm…the dead guy from the army? The well-known lawyer? Uhm. Huh?
BONUS:
They all have the same view on him except for Rhapsody who, as prompted by Melodys dad, carries around a photo of Melody in her pocket because she finds it comforting
at the Cloud Fortress. straight up “meeting him” . and by “him” , haha, well. let’s justr say. Uhm…the dead guy from the army? The well-known lawyer? Uhm. Huh?
BONUS:
They all have the same view on him except for Rhapsody who, as prompted by Melodys dad, carries around a photo of Melody in her pocket because she finds it comforting
So, I’m slightly hesitant to post this, but I’m gonna do it anyways because I feel like it’s important.
This is an unfinished (in terms of setting description) draft for a comic I was gonna make, but eventually lost motivation to do so. I don’t want it to rot in my notes, so I’m posting it here. It’s canon to the story, it just never made it out of my rough-rough draft phase.
For additional context, this takes place a few days or so after these comics, so read those if you’re interested. This was written before my redesigns of both Moon and Sun!
Apologies in advance if this is an inconvenient read, it’s just how I draft my comics!
[Setting: Pantheon Throne Room. It’s a circular room surrounded by Greco-Roman style columns. Banners of different patterns and colors hang down from the columns and spiral down them to the bottom of the columns, being pinned to them before they hit the floor. The floor is pure white and is cloud-textured. A circular table is in the middle of the room with an unlit fire pit built into it. Surrounding the table, and the inner outlines of the columns, are stone chairs. Two stone thrones with the carving of the sun and moon are seated where the head of the table would be. Moon stands at one side of the table, near the exit for the throne room. Sun is on the other side of the table in front of the thrones. She blocks her throne, and only Moons is shown.]
[The sky is getting darker, and blue-ish hues are being brought out in the sky. The stars are faintly seen in the sky.]
[Moon, on his side of the table, looks frustrated. One half of his face presents this emotion, the other side of his face, which is pitch black, shows an eerie smile illuminated in a white outline. This is his crescent moon phase.
Sun, on her side of the table, also looks frustrated, but also very exhausted. It looks as if they’ve both have had a version of this conversation before.]
Moon, frustrated: Are you insane? Do you know what you’re playing with here? Do you understand the implications of what you’re trying to do?
Sun, also frustrated: I don’t see why it concerns you, I really don’t. It’s not like they’re bound to stay together any longer anyways. I asked The Prophet, and she said—
Moon: It doesn’t matter what The Prophet said! How do you know you aren’t interpreting her words wrong? Or—or that you’re twisting them to fit your inane narrative? Sun—Sun you have to understand that you can’t do this—
Sun: And why can’t I? Others have done it before—
Moon: others aren’t the leader of the Pantheon—
Sun: And so what? Why does that matter? Honestly, Moon! What is this really about, hm? Because I’m starting to think that it’s not me you’re really mad at.
Moon: Sun—
Sun: No, no. You know what I think? I think you wouldn’t have been happy with anyone I chose. Mortal or not! Married or not! You would’ve hated all of them! And you know why? Because they aren’t you.
[Theres a brief silence. Suddenly Moon gets very flustered. His face flushes red, and starts to stammer. Suns hit a nerve, and she’s not wrong.]
Moon: that’s—that’s not—we are not discussing this right now.
Sun: Oh yes we are. It’s true and you know it! You’re just mad that I didn’t choose you!
Moon: No—I mean—it’s complicated, okay?
Sun: Oh really? Why is it that complicated relationships are allowed with you, but not me? Why am I not spared the judgment?
Moon: because I’m not chasing after a married man—
Sun, with sudden vindictiveness: Well at least I’m chasing after someone who actually loves me.
[A really long silence stretches over the both of them. Suns facial expression of tired frustration does not change. She does not regret what she’s just said. Moon becomes very shocked and heavily stressed. He slowly steps back in disbelief.]
Moon, voice rising: That’s not fair. You know that’s not fair.
Sun: Well, it isn’t my fault you haven’t gotten over something that was two millennium ago.
Moon: I…I have to go.
[Moon leaves the Pantheon Throne Room. During the argument, the sky has gotten darker. When Moon fully exits the throne room, swirls of mist surround him, and suddenly he vanishes.]
[Akros is the God of the four winds, and she’s looking for Sun. The sky is completely dark. A shot of the moon shows that it is close to the horizon line, but not close enough to signify a transition to dawn. It would be around 4-5 AM in the morning logistically. Akros approaches the Pantheon throne room, and looks inside.]
Akros: Sun? Suuun! Can you come out here real quick? Melnoias canopy fell over and we were wondering—ack!
[A large pillar falls over as Akros touches it. A banner representing the Sun slowly falls over as dust swirls around the room. Akros quickly recovers.]
Akros: Sun? Uhm, Sunni? Are you there? Sun…?
[The Pantheon throne room looks disheveled. Suns throne has supposed scratches and chunks taken out of it. The built in fire pit, which rested as a bowl, is turned out with ashes spilt all over the floor.]
[Then, Ewvyen, the God of Fire and the Hearth, runs up. She is a literal flame. She looks slightly rushed and impatient.]
Ewvyen: Akros! Akros! Where’s Sun? Melnoias canopy is still broken, and now Renaias Tavern is starting to fall apart and—is everything okay?
Akros: Ewvyen, I need you to get everyone. Everyone inside and outside the Pantheon.
Ewvyen: But Akros…half of the Gods are out right now and—
Akros: I don’t care. I need them all here, now.
Ewvyen: Akros…what’s going on..
Akros: just get going!
[Akros looks at the sky and sees that the moon is still in its 4-5 am section. Despite the fact that she was in the Pantheon Throne Room for a while, nothings changed. She looks perturbed.]
[Conala is the God of the stars. They created the stars and constellations, but they have no movement control over them. The story goes that a mortal was so sad by the lack of beauty in the night, that they created the stars as a gift for Moon. After the mortals death, Moon granted them the gift of godhood and immortality. Moon controls their movements, but Conala can and will create new stars and patterns in the sky at their own discretion.]
[Conala appears directly behind Akros without a sound.]
Conala: the stars. They’ve stoped moving.
Akros: and you can’t…?
Conala: I place the stars, not move them. They’ve gone still. I can feel it. And if the stars have gone still…
Akros: That means that this situation is far worse than i thought it was.
[new scene I’m to lazy to write out the description]
Dodie: Are you sure?
Jonathan: Mmhm. The clock says nine. It’s not broken.
Dodie: But it can be—are you sure Tom didn’t move it last night?
Jonathan: Tom was in bed by eight last night, and you know he doesn’t like to leave his room until the Good Celestial Sun graces us.
I’m going to go check on the coop and the crops. We need to see what we can do if this keeps up.
[jonathan walks outside]
Jonathan: uhm…honey? Can you come here real quick?
Dodie: What is it? Oh. Uhm. Hm.
Jonathan: What should we do?
Dodie: You go talk to him.
Jonathan: Woah—woah—hold on! Why me? You’re the one with the nocturnal—
Dodie: Yeah, and she’s out right now, so you talk to him.
Jonathan: Good…good day…? Good evening…? Uh…Hello, Lord Moon. What brings you here?
Moon: whuh? who….who are you?
Jonathan: I am—uh—this is my wife’s land. I’m the one who tends to it.
[awkward silence. Moon is looking at him but not really]
Is everything okay, Lord Moon? Uhm—excuse me for speaking in such a lax manner, but have you and Lady Sun had some sort of spat?
Moon (he locks in): what are you talking about?
Jonathan: It’s just…it’s nine in the morning and the—
Moon: it’s what?
Jonathan: It’s—it’s nine in the morning, but the—you—you’re still—
Moon: I’m still here.
Jonathan: Lord Moon…?
[jonathan turns to look at Dodie and then looks back. Moon is gone]
[new scene]
Moon: Do you understand what’s at stake?
[dish and silver look at each other and back at moon. Dish is slightly more distressed because is sorta-mom just got allegedly killed]
Dish: We very well do. But how can you be sure she’s not just lost in the Pantheon?
Moon: I asked Akros through the winds. She said no one could find her.
Silver: So it has come to this. And you are sure she was harmed?
Moon: She wouldn’t be able to leave otherwise.
Silver: Do you know what her Inanimate is?
Moon: No one does. It’s against the Order to tell what your Inanimate is. It’s for protection.
Dish: So we either wait for her to recover…or, as you suggest, we look for her.
Moon: It’s a gamble, but you have to understand. Southport needs Sun. They can survive without her celestial from for a few thousand years, but the world will get colder, and so will their minds. I don’t care what its takes, but we need to find her.
Dish: Moon, you need not to worry. Me and Silver will help you, I promise. Just give us a few weeks, and we’ll have a plan.
Silver: Mhm. In the meantime, I suggest you go to Solar City. There is someone there that I believe will be of great help assisting the people in adjusting.
[The text filters into a new scene. Alley and Melody are both on a balcony of City Hall in Solar City. Alley is looking through a telescope while Melody is reading out a letter. In the next panel, Melody and Alley look at each other with concern]
Celestial Tag baseball AU where instead of an army the sun searchers were a famous baseball team that was trying to find their missing manger (Sun) through winning tons of games, but they lost the big one so they all quit in shame. Now Moons starting a new team in hopes of finding Sun again through his teams impressive skills. I’ll do nothing with this
What if I made you carry out a burden that you couldn’t complete before, leading you to feel overwhelming joy, anger, and sadness. And then what if I switched all those emotions around on you. What if I did this without your permission, so you couldn’t rest with your comrades, waiting for the mission to be completed. What if I did this to spite someone.
But why would I? Aren’t I supposed to be the one who needs saving?
The goddess looked down upon me, holding me in her arms. Her gaze was ever loving, just as she looked the day we lost her. Had we done it? Had we saved Lady Sun? I shivered. She was not the warm Sun I had remembered. Her body was cold to the touch.
Or was that me?
Those kind eyes looked at me like I was her greatest creation, her greatest solider, her greatest love. She held out her hand, and produced a piece of a broken gem from her palm. She gently pressed her hand into my stomach, and a warmth washed over me, giving me life I didn’t know I had. I tried to grasp her hand in mine, but I couldn’t move my arms to meet hers.
Why couldn’t I move my arms?
She moved her head close to mine, and whispered in my ear
‘My blessed beloved three
I bestow to thee
These pieces sworn to me
Protect them as your own
With power they are sewn
For you to have and hone
For my second, hold it fast and sturdy’
She then moved her head away, and smiled at me. Her hand moved from my stomach, and suddenly, that gem piece was lodged in there. Stuck, like it had always been apart of me. I couldn’t help it. I started to cry. I didn’t want this—this burden! I just wanted to go back to my children! My husband! My friends—wait!
Where was Melody?
Where was Jasper?
Where was Commander?
Commander.
COMMANDER!
Well, that’s funny. I can’t seem…I can’t seem…I can’t seem to recall…how pathetic.
How pathetic this all is. We wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for them, would we? No. They had just had to play to their ego. They just had to play god.
Well, I’ll do what I’ve been asked. I’ll protect this gem with whatever energy I have left. I won’t let anyone hurt her. Not again. Not ever. I’ll do what I have to do.
