#celestial exile

[collapsethevein]

First live show right around the corner!!!!!

[rmhashauthor]

Fuck Christopher Columbus, drop the Indigenous creators you're enjoying in the tags!

[the--king--in--yellow]

Music recs aka my playlist for the month lol

Pisces - Jinjer

Pink Rover - Scene Queen

Terminator Oscillator - Static X

Screams From Within - Celestial Exile (they're Native American!! Go check them out!!)

Boom - iBenji, Talabun

Something In The Way - Nirvana

What It's Like - Everlast

Machi Bhasad - Bloodywood (Hindi metal!!)

Kykakacha - Otyken (Siberian pop!)

Karpatskyi Rep/Carpathian Rap - DakhaBrakha (Ukrainian folk rap)

Electric Worry (the Weathermaker Vault Series ver) - Clutch

My Name Is Human - Highly Suspect (no idea why but I associate it with Druig from Eternals now lol)

Deutschland - Rammstein

[sovonight]

actual pic of hell offering cel a nice jason in this trying time

[yugiohmdx]

Celestial Exile

The wreckage of the Ardent Star drifted through the nebula, its once-magnificent hull now a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered glass. Elyon Voss floated in the void, his breathing ragged inside his helmet, his armor scorched from the battle that had cost him everything.

Exiled. Betrayed. Hunted.

He had once been a Guardian of the Stellar Gates, entrusted with safeguarding the ancient portals that bridged galaxies. But when he uncovered a secret hidden within their luminous depths—knowledge that defied the laws of time and space—the Galactic High Order branded him a traitor. Now, the only path left to him lay in the ruins of Varynth, a lost world whispered of in forbidden texts. They said its core pulsed with the raw energy of creation itself, a force that could rewrite destiny.

Elyon activated his thrusters, guiding himself through the debris. His ship was gone, his supplies dwindling. He had mere hours of oxygen left. But something stirred in the silence. A presence.

A shimmer in the void.

The Wraith of Kaelor.

A being of pure energy, its form flickered between existence and oblivion. It had been bound to this wreckage for millennia, waiting for a soul desperate enough to listen.

“You seek power,” it whispered, its voice threading through Elyon’s mind like liquid stardust. “I can give it to you. A way to reach Varynth before the High Order finds you. Before your lungs collapse. Before the void takes you.”

Elyon hesitated. He had fought wraiths before—creatures that fed on the ambitions of the living, twisting them into something unrecognizable. But he was running out of time.

“What’s the price?” he asked.

The wraith’s form swirled around him, glowing like the dying embers of a collapsing star. “Your past. Your name. You will be reborn in the heart of the nebula, but you will not be the same.”

Elyon looked toward the distant glow of Varynth, barely visible beyond the shattered remains of his former life. He had already lost everything.

Maybe it was time to become something else.

With a final breath, he reached out—and the stars burned brighter.