#starbringer

[coffee-gardens]

Happy Birthday, @rexxvei !!!

This is their Deltarune OC, Starbringer (they/them).

Ever since I first saw this OC, I thought it was so cool and seeing their story come together on magma was such a fun experience! I had a lot of fun with this color palette and the perspective :]

[acrazypinata]

Drew a couple sketch’s of my oc’s :) on @dimorphodon-x magma

[aboutastorm]

•  S T A R B R I N G E R   

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•  S H A D O W B R I N G E R Three pieces from my short project BRINGERS, a series of dark fantasy digital artworks that i posted recently on instagram, hope you enjoy them during this dark period of quarantine, hope you are safe, hope to be able to bring you some light. Feel free to follow, i’ll post much more of this kind soon (;

[elysifish]

The Starbringer

[sparrowsstillfall]

hi guysss little update because its been like. what five months i dont remember

this is unfortunately semi-abandoned, with school and it getting colder im just really unmotivated to do big projects like these. i want to use these guys and will probably post some art of them here and maybe the occasional minicomic but like 😞 no big overarching comic for right now

im gonna figure out more plot and lore stuff, maybe talk about it, but ummm yeah

here are some references from a while back.. i was gonna do all three of the trinity but i havent figured out much about the handler yet.. hence why it says the original upload was a month ago umm yearg 👋👋

[sir-tara-harkon]

The silent assemblage of elves stepped aside to let the young man through. He wore black. He always wore black. It was the best way to let the trim on his shirt show the unique blend of colors. Only he wore white, green, and silver together. Whispers followed him as he passed through them with a hand on a shoulder there, a clap on the back there, a handshake there. They all knew him. This was their hope, their last hope. This was the Starbringer. He stood before them, his thumbs hooked into his belt before him. “We will rise.” His voice was steady and calm, carrying through the room. “We will call our gods back from where they were banished. We will rescue our stolen kin.” His voice raised in volume and fervor. “We will not tolerate the yoke of English oppression. Eire is ours. Freedom. Is. Ours.” The crowd hung on his every word. His voice dropped again, serious and solemn. “If you would join me, come to the high seat of our ancestors, to the halls of the Red Branch.” No elf alive was ignorant to what he meant, but few humans would know. It was the safest way, to keep the human king from getting word. Rórdán’s green eyes flashed with excitement and pride as the room let out a cheer. He glanced to the back, near the door and saw his mother smiling. Now they had their army.