YOU HAVE A HOME IN MY QUEENDOM!

[mikroterosmoved]

An independent && highly selective OC, CELESTE, as authored by Eurydice. Themes featured will include blood, gore, death, mentions of assault, and many more. Heavy themes will be explored in threads && within headcanons, so please follow at your discretion.  All headcanons are my own, and all art presented is by commission from those I consider close. Please do not take any art featured on this blog for any redistribution purposes, and if needed for something in relation to our muses, please ask. In association with @elquellora

CARRD.

[mikroterosmoved]

Hello :> i am indeed gonna be moving this blog when I come back, which may start tomorrow! I'm still kind of ... unwell, but ... Idk. I can't be on other platforms without huge mental strain and stress. See you all soon! <3

[mikroterosmoved]

find me @mikroteros!

[mikroterosmoved]

Hello :> i am indeed gonna be moving this blog when I come back, which may start tomorrow! I'm still kind of ... unwell, but ... Idk. I can't be on other platforms without huge mental strain and stress. See you all soon! <3

[mikroterosmoved]

❝ Yes, my pig. Hello, my pig. ❞

[mikroterosmoved]

I may move this account again </3

[mikroterosmoved]

unprompted | accepting | someone mysterious said ... so happy to see you back!

It feels nice to be back, even if it's just a little ... Thank you for the warm welcome. I didn't know who really noticed I was gone.

[biskael]

" WUNDERBAR . " HE TAKES NOTE OF HER DISPOSITION , knowing well that he is among one of the earliest risers in all of the palace . a hand urges her to keep pace along him , but his legs are so ... aggressively long . there's no reasonable manner in which she could've . it just makes him look all the more insane . then again , quilge had rarely , if ever , treated her any gentler . the man had only stopped himself from mutilating her . had silenced himself from speaking venom in her ear .

his heels click down the hallway & into the commons . there , a silver tray lined with small pastries & hot tea was waiting upon the table . and , even in a palace of ice , an otherworldly fireplace found itself alight in their presence . leftovers from one of gigi's tea parties ? perhaps .

" and here is some breakfast for you , should you feel so inclined . "

[mikroterosmoved]

Malice, seething, silent. Gangly legs are a trite difficult to keep up with, the steady click-click-click of her talons matching that of military boots. She's nary a moment to preen or ready herself, claws coming through mussed hair with a grumble of irritation - it's utterly untamable, and for the time being, she would have to make peace with it.

To find something in wait for her, was of some shock ; though, she knew it not from him. For, had he his way, she'd find herself rend limb by limb, feather by feather by his hand. It was stayed by only order, and her presence, a mockery. A bird in a gilded cage. Body settles before meager feast, though claws stop short in reach for tea. It could be poisoned. It could be foul. It could be both. Arm retracts, and her ears lie back, near flat against either side of her skull.

❝ ... Why was I woken. ❞

[soulwrought]

ㅤ" BAD TIMING FOR YOU , IS IT ? " a measured , sharp tone . she'd seen this one , surely ------ if not within the clutches of her kapitaen nor under his commands , then this was source of more than a few of his headaches . an arrancar , wrought into the shape of a bird , draped in feathery down , as he'd described . the sharpened point of the woman's heels clack atop cold marble , drawing almost curiously near .ㅤ" how troublesome . how painful , that someone should be here , disrupting your brooding , mały ptaszek .

ㅤnot every prisoner lives so luxuriously , you know . be thankful you have your own privacy . "

ㅤher painted fingers looked tipped cold , like ice , drawing a slight gesture before her chest .ㅤ" you did not ask , and I do not care , but I am Irys , aide to the jailer himself . and perhaps , "ㅤand here , her voice softens.ㅤ" you shall find myself more pleasant company than the kapitaen . if you behave , anyway . "

@mikroteros

[mikroterosmoved]

❝ ... You're right ; I DID NOT ASK. ❞

Brooding, so many would call it ; as if a caged bird could do more, as if more were offered to it, other than a cage of iron and ice. THANKFUL, they should be, that instinct was not acted upon, that the halls were not aligned with cadavers and painted with viscera. Her toothlessnes, was their blessing, and they hardly even knew it to be so.

A soft sound of harpy's tossing to face away from intruding woman, ears pulled back in a mild display of irritation. Should she be wise, heed her master's word, she would know that - now, if no other time - was the best moment to leave.

❝ I find you, all the same. You are all, all the same. I'm but a spectacle to you, something rather interesting in my make, but not enough to let back into the wilds.

And then, to add insult, you dare call this place luxury. This place with little more than ice beneath my talons, in the darkness, where even Las Noches had some semblance of sun.

Don't take me for a fool. ❞

[mikroterosmoved]

unprompted | always accepting | @soulwrought said ... stares at her , cerulean eyes narrowing slightly. she’s seen this one before , absolutely .

BEATEN AND BEATEN AND WORN, THROUGH AND THROUGH.

Entropy, in even the confines of her nest, untouched for so long, she cannot remember the last date in which she had even bothered to gather new material for it. DEPRESSED, they would whisper to themselves, in pristine white uniforms, those fallen angels of yore.

But depression was giving. Generous, for what she had felt, and what she had endured, progressed past a concept of humans and their hubris. Being called home, perhaps, was a term for it, a deep sickness of the heart. Though, for only a brief, breath of a moment, can she linger upon what the heaviness is like, before eyes peer into haphazard domicile.

She can feel them, far, far before they are seen.

❝ I am not taking visitors. ❞

Voice is a soft, exhausted rasp, and eyes ne'er open. Feathers fluff and smooth, a breathing skin it would seem like, though in truth, it only services to hallmark her agitation.

❝ Trot back to the side of your God. You've no use for me. ❞

[mikroterosmoved]

I am not dead, but I'm definitely not well enough to pump out a dozen replies. I'm gonna focus on mahito, and maybe come back to celeste tomorrow. To those of you who stuck around, I'm glad to see you, and I'm sorry I've been ... absent, for lack of a better word.

[biskael]

" A REACTION I BELIEVE YOU'RE WARRANTED IN , after what I have put you through . heh ------ and that was just me being kind to you . perhaps ... there is some truth what you believe in , Celeste . I wouldn't deny you that .

and yet , I have spared you another cruelty this season , and gave you a gift to ... atone for last year's present . what say you , then ? "

[mikroterosmoved]

❝ In many cases, I would utter words of thanks ; but treating me, as all beings deserve to be treated, is base kindness, and I will not praise you for THAT. ❞

No ; here, he'd find no gratitude for the bare minimum. No grand, sweeping gesture of pride that, for once, he found himself capable of abstaining from afflicting yet another horror, upon her.

❝ Do I yet, suffer enough by your hand ? When, I wonder will sate you. When, I pray, every day, will it be enough? ❞

[soulwrought]

CELESTE ?!?! @mikroteros 💞🥺

[mikroterosmoved]

Rousing from my thousand year slumber: yeah -

[cinghialefedele]

He lays there, deep, low breaths as he listens. This feels like a long goodbye, to him, though something in his chest aches, he finds himself unsurprised. Perhaps, if he's honest with himself, Tesla always thought that Celeste was meant for more than this, more than this stagnant night and cruel desert, more than the iron fist of their former overlords, more than her connections with the volatile and violent Arrancar she had to be surrounded by for all this time.

If anyone deserved a chance at something more, something better than this purgatory they all lived in, it was her.

"...So you're leaving?"

[mikroterosmoved]

❝ I don't know. ❞

She ought to. This stagnant desert, that served her little, was a place of heartache. Of loss, of contempt. She could no longer rise, with the artificial sun, and sing as she used to, for those days would yield nothing but restless nights. Thrones, emptied, their rooms echoing even the tap, tap tap, of curved talons.

But, there were tethers. Thin, wiry little strings that kept her wings bound. Hope ... familiarity ... Tesla. Despite her broken heart at his words, at his DEVOTION, she could not bring herself to leave him behind. Her dearest pig, her confidant and her best - if not only - friend. ❝ ... Should I? ❞

[biskael]

" PLACE YOUR GIFTS beneath this very tree here , " he motions to one decorated carefully and thusly . " and , they too , shall be judged . "

[mikroterosmoved]

❝ I come bearing NOTHING ; ❞

❝ as nothing is deserved. ❞

as promised, claws lie empty - her throat dry. he, this DREAD BEAST, would be given not even song.

[snowscaled]

"Celeste."

-> He repeats it with a hiss to the words, but no malice. Just the erring towards power no matter how carefully she speaks, as if he hopes to frighten her into squawking. He would not be himself if he was too gentle or calm; it is only his lazy ways which prevent him from plucking out her feathers just to have them.

"You know Lyric?"

[mikroterosmoved]

Fear, in many cases, is an appropriate response ; yet, she does all possible to show none. No puff of feathers, nor curling of talons - she displays, in essence, nothing. Nothing, as she was taught, and nothing as she had learned.

❝ I do. ❞

Kindness waivers naught, thought her eyes make no efforts to meet his. What was asked would be answered, and little more.

[cursedstitch-deactivated2025102]

hey guys ; i know... i owe stuff, and i should be active, but i've been without my medication for a few months now and i'm really starting to feel it. i'm really sorry i'm not... doing much. i promise, i'm trying. i have no energy, or drive, i'm a zombie at my jobs ... it's just a rough go of things right now.

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celeste's birthday! | no longer accepting | @elquellora said ...

"Happy hatchday, my sun and sky..."

Ulquiorra gently takes her hands in his, lifting them up to press chaste kisses to her knuckles, before turning her hands over and giving the same affections to her palms, then he places a box in her claws.

"I am forever grateful this time of year always marks that which gave me you."

Inside the box; a tastefully ornamental waist chain, with an emerald centerpiece.

Her beloved, her moon, her stars. All that Hueco Mundo lacked in beauty, she had found in him. Such fortune had bestowed him upon her, and she was ever, eternally thankful.

At peace, in her rest, his voice is cause for ears to lift slightly, a smile slow to spread across her lips. Gentle always with her, lips press to knuckles, to palms, and though he is chilly to touch, she feels naught more than his warmth. Box is cradled in claws, thumbs rubbing the outer, velvet shell before opening it. Oh, how beautiful, really ... Always one to spoil her.

❝ It's beautiful, Ulquiorra ... thank you, so much ... ❞

It's a hatchday that does not feel hers. Lately, nothing has felt as much of anything - yet, she cannot help but look fondly upon how the day has come to close. At the very end of it, she'd always, always have him.