Celestial Tag

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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[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: they’ve stoped moving.

Akros, frightened: WHA! Oh, Conala—what’s stopped moving…?

[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.