#chonny jash CiD

[circles-n-spirals-alike]

Home is Where The Heart Is: Chapter 1

a CiD-based fic because i have a concept

word count: 2,281

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He doesn’t know exactly when he first came to be.

He just. Was.

He awoke in the forest, rose from the moss covered land, and knew.

This was him. 

He was the roots in the soil, the branches in the sky. the grass and the flowers, the water and the ripples. the creatures around him came forth, and bowed to him only.

And he knew.

This is how it will always be.

— — — 

Much time had passed since he had taken his first breath. He was playing with the tops of the trees, when he sensed something entering his forest.

Or more accurately, someone.

Now, to say he had never encountered a human would be a lie. 

In the many millennia of his existence, there have been a handful who found themselves in his woods. Some were simply wanderers who had just gotten lost, others were… not as innocent.

In the former scenario, he would gently guide them out. While they didn’t harm his home, they rarely brought anything to make their stay worthwhile, sans the occasional trinket that was occasionally dropped when they left. 

In the latter case however, he takes a much more… aggressive approach. He never killed them (he’d rather not deal with the corpse of a monster), but rarely did he leave them unscathed. He’d steal their weapons of jagged iron and bury them far below the earth, all while the wolves and trees pushed the evil things out. After a while, those types have ceased to return.

But this human, the first one to enter his woods in a long time, seemed different than any of the previous. It didn’t appear lost or afraid, nor did he sense any contempt or aggression from its being. No, this one was special, for it did not bring pain or emptiness.

This one brought a song. 

“Legend has it that the moss grows on the north side of the trees~ Well, legend has it when the rain comes down all the worms come up to breathe~”

The human sang of him and the truths of the Earth. 

“But have you heard the stories of the rabbit in the moon? Or the cow that hopped the planets while straddling a spoon Or she who lept a mountain while whistling up a tune And swapped her songs with swallows while riding on a broom~”

But it also sang of its kin and the stories they’ve must have spun and told to their children. It was strange at first, but the more he listened, the more he felt like this song was for him.

And who was he to deny such a beautiful gift? 

The human sang on, its voice preaching to the forest that shifted as it wandered through, guiding it to an open circle covered in flowers and moss. It didn’t seem to notice it was following a path, lost in its song and the natural beauty of the land around him.

“Well, we can all learn things, both many and a-few From that old hunched-up woman who lived inside a shoe Or the girl that sang by day and by night, she ate tear soup Or the man who drank too much, and he got the brewers' droop!”

At this point, he was so enthralled by the human’s gift, he couldn’t help it. He had to return the favor.

Beats from beneath the earth rumbled, causing the thing to pause and remove some objects from its ears. 

Good, he thought, it wants to listen.

He took a deep breathe and sang out in a language humans could hear, 

“But everything you see isn’t everything that is, Every thing you think to be, every thought you can’t dismiss.  The lives we try to lead and the time we try to give Well, it’s all a fallacy we continue to relive~”

His voice echoed across the woods as he bounced with the wind through the trees. He caught a glance of the human, who was frantically looking around for a source for the singing. He almost laughed at the sight, but continued to sing.

“And everything will live, just as everything will die.  Every that you forgive, and every friend that you deny”

He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to give it something to focus its eyes on. He drifted his being onto the forest floor, before rising from a patch of lichen, a cape of moss draped over his back as grey-brown hair with streaks of green floated over his shoulders. The mortal turned around only in time to see him sneaking out from behind a tree.

“Every single first hello and every single last goodbye, Every smile that you show, every tear that you hide~”

The mortal’s face is shocked for a short moment, before shifting into a grin brighter than the sun. 

The two of them began singing together, about the world, both human and natural, about myths and secrets, beginnings and ends, until they’re both laying in the circle with their backs against the earth, one panting much harder than the other. They laid there in silence for a few moments, before the mortal spoke.

“You’ve got an awesome voice there, mate,” it said breathily. 

He smiled, a warm feeling tickling his cheeks. 

“Thank you,” he chirped, before adding after a break, “you gave a very good song to the forest.”

It laughed, “uuuh, thanks, I think? I kinda just came in here to explore and be on my own for a bit. Didn’t think anyone would be out here at all, let alone listening to me belt out Cosmo Sheldrake, heh.”

He listened to the mortal as it rambled on about summer camps and strict guardians and music and some other human things he didn’t really understand. But as he listened attentively, one thing became crystal clear.

He had to keep this mortal. 

Right, okay that may seem a little extreme.

But never has he ever met a human that captured his attention like this, one so openly honest, and yet so kindly to both him and his home. He’s aware of how humans fuction, and that he can’t keep this one around forever, or even at least a fortnight. But he refused to let it just leave without the definite knowledge of its eventual return. To leave him with nothing.

So, he readies his hooks…

“Sorry to interrupt you my friend, but if you don’t mind, Could I please have your name?”

The mortal hesitated for a moment, probably thrown off by the tone of the question. He almost takes back the request before the honest voice speaks.

“Oh uh, yeah. It’s Flanagan.” 

He’s caught him.

He stared at Flanagan for a few moments, before smiling and giggling wildly.

It shifts a bit in place, suddenly seeming very uncomfortable. 

Did I scare it already? Stars above.

“I don’t normally enjoy humans in my forest, but don’t worry. I like you, Flanagan.

I like you a lot.”

It shivers at the sound of its name, though not negatively as its eyes glimmered with entrancement. 

“Uh- i, um- t-thanks, and also, uh real. What you said about people n stuff…”

He tilts his head in confusion. 

“Of course it was real, i can’t lie.”

“That’s not- ”

Suddenly, a voice called from outside the woods.

“Flanagan Jones? You know the rules about wandering out of camp zones! Besides, it’s time for worship hour!”

the mortal cringed in familiarity, and annoyance and discomfort radiated from its soul as he glanced toward the direction of the sound.

“Fuuucking hell, it’s my counselor,” it groaned, and quick visions of a tall, pushy, obnoxious man entered his mind. He was familiar with these types. Flanagan glanced back at him, disappointingly. “I have to go back.”

But you’ve barely just got here, he thought longing, but no matter. I can work with this.

“Flanagan,” he cooed its name, causing the human’s eyes to glaze over a bit as it listened to his words, “Come back to me tonight, when all the others are dreaming.”

He thought for a moment.

“And bring me a gift of some kind. Okay?”

Flanagan nodded, a bit dazily but good enough for him to know it understood.

“Thank you, Flanagan,” he said, releasing it from his command. “Now, go with your ‘counselor.’ I’ll be here when you return. Goodbye.” 

And with that, he retreated out of the tree circle, melting into the shadows of the woods.

Through the ground, he could feel the mortal stagger a bit before finding its balance and awkwardly said, “Uh, okay… see you later, mate?” 

And with that it left, with a trail of confusion, concern, and content trailing behind it.

— — — 

The moon shone its full light as he waited for his new friend to return. 

It felt like forever in his tangible body until he finally sensed the familiar tread of footsteps entering his forest. 

He made sure to completely clear a path and even asked some of the lighting bugs to guide it back to the circle and, soon enough, his Flanagan was standing on the edge of the ring, with a stick of light in its hand and some sort of bag on its back.

He grinned with excitement.

“You’re here!” he nearly shouted. “It felt like forever since the sun had set! How long does it take for them to fall asleep? You know what, doesn’t matter. So, what did you br-”

“I know what you are, by the way.”

He paused, completely thrown off by the bluntness of the statement.

“I… what?” 

“I should have caught it way sooner honestly. Fuck, I should have noticed it the moment I saw you, with your grass cape and no shoes wearing ass.”

“It’s moss,” he corrected as he began figiting with the inside of the aforementioned cape, “and I still don’t really know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve read the stories of people like you,” it explained, “people who can’t lie, who thrive off the natural world and its magic or whatever. What happens if you enter their domain without permission or reason, what happens if you give them your name. Which I did not mean to do, and I think you know that.”

He glanced at the floor during the last part. The mortal sighed before opening its bag.

“I’m not mad at you about it, for the record. Whether that be because of whatever magic-mind fuckery you did to me, or because I actually like hanging out with you, I don't really know. But I’m not upset with you in any way, and I don't really want to be. I'm more curious if anything. Oh, and before I forget- here.” 

It handed him a weighted object with a smooth covering and symbols of a human language on the top. A book, if he recalled correctly.

“That’s a collection of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Thought you might enjoy their stories, I haven’t read them all, but you look like the type. And also I didn’t really know what else to give you since I don't really know… Wait, can you even read?” 

He almost laughs a bit at the question. He had stolen the knowledge from a past wanderer after it fell asleep in his forest, and didn’t bring anything to trade with for letting it stay. Though he feels as though he should keep that information to himself for now.

So, he just simply said, “Yes, I do know how to read. Thank you for the gift.” 

He thought for a second, before deciding to add, “Your thoughts and feelings are your own at the moment. I have no influence over your mind until I say your name.” 

“Figured as much. Any chance I could, I dunno, get that back?”

“Mmh, maybe. Not tonight though.” 

“Well, worth a shot.”

The two sat in silence before Flanagan spoke again, “Could you tell me who you are?” 

At this he guffawed, his voice echoing across the forest as he freely spread himself around the ring. 

“I am everything you see here and anything here you don’t. From the dirt beneath your feet to the treetops above your head. I am the breeze that dances through the leaves, I am the moss that grows on the north side of the trees. I have been here since life here has sprung, and I will be here until we both die out millennia from now. I am the forest, and the forest is me.”

He condensed himself and floated back down to the floor in front of his mortal.

“That is who I am.” 

Flanagan stared at him with eyes full of wonder, before shifting to amusement. “That was beautiful, but I meant like, your name, dude. ”

Oh.  

“Oh, I don't have one.” 

It frowned slightly at that. “Really? Okay, well in that case, is it cool if i call you, uuuh,” it looks around the forest for a second, “Moss?”

“Moss?”

He huffed a bit. “I mean, yeah? At least until I can come up with a better name to give you. After all, i can’t just keep calling ya ‘mate’. What do you think?” 

The forest smiled gently as a familiar warmth filled his cheeks once more as the idea of another gift from his Flanagan, an intentional one at that, entered his mind.

“Call me whatever you like, darl,” Moss said with adoration in his tongue. “I’ll be happy with any name as long as it’s from you.” 

— — — 

Many millennia later, at the edge of the universe, a soft voice whispers to an empty grave in a circle of trees.

“And I will never be happier than the day you told me.”

[itsnotjustgibberish]

Men when they’re Skeleton Arms

[synthshenanigans]

dude i think my UCN is broken, I don't remember this update

[misternibbs]

tell me that I still have stars in my eyes

(jashzine art! read under cut to find link to twt post :3)

EYYYYYYYY JASHZINE IS OUT BAHBAY THAT'S RIGHT. HOLY FUCKING JASHBALLS. I'LL LINK IT WHEN I FIND THE POST FOR IT ON HERE BUT UNTIL THEN HERE'S THE TWITTER POST yyyeeeeEEEEAHHHHHHH CHAT WOOOOOOO

in all seriousness I feel so honoured to be featured alongside some really, REALLY TALENTED PEOPLE. LIKE HOLY BALLS. MY ART DOESN'T NEARLY COMPARE TO . EVERYONE ELSE'S DUDE LIKE. OUGHHHHHHHH FUCK EVERYONE'S SO FUCKIN TALENTED AND TOTALLY TUBULAR I CAN'T. honestly I shouldn't be here, think I walked into the wrong building. I suck balls this art fucking. I fucking loathe this piece anyways here's the progress

(^^^^ alt colour version. should've gone with this everypony we were ROBBED it fits the song more. Aughhhhhh)

and before you get on my ass for his body type being so fucking wrong here's a doodle I did around the time I was working on this with a more correct body type. I unironically think it's better (plus you get closeup on face)

again, please check out the jashzine, AND FOLLOW !!! FOLLOW THE ARTISTS !!!! WHO DID THE ART !!!!!! PLEASE THEY'RE SO SO SO SO COOL AND TALENTED OH MY GOD PLEASSSEEEEEEEE thanks for reading this btw comment "teapot" down below if you reached this point in the video hhahah fucking . kill me

[purpleleafsyt]

Jashtober Warmup Day 7: Jashlings

[duchesskatriel]

I have no idea why this took SO long LMAO

I'm still gonna do this with a similar format but just individually and yall can still ask for CCCC aus to draw because why not LMAO

Slime rancher Soul by @shro-om

[love-3-crimes]

Legend has it...

the moss was the reason why i gave cj a chance x] (i didnt really know who tally hall was very well,,,sorry th fans)

anyways! ramble time (we love those don't we)

he is a spirit, has never been a human

his statue is a sort of...vessel? idk the word, but he can't go far from it. if he tries to leave the statue he just teleports back to it

he is the oldest of the jashlings, and the second hardest to find (first is space jash because well...he's in space)

was a storyteller/writer/singer, would probably get along with the gw announcer)

the spirit form is always around, but physically appears when the statue is interacted with (see example below)

form is yellowish and glows, like a lightning bug!

he doesn't directly talk to you, would just start singing stories and warnings before disappearing again

he's a little sad that his statue is getting dirty and would appreciate a clean up

however, the tear stains never disappear no matter how hard you scrub

who knows how long he's been there

or what his name is

but we know the name of his creator!...only because its engraved in his stone

who the fuck is named "chonny jash" anyways? must have been an interesting guy...or a total weirdo

[cj-versary]

Happy 3rd Birthday to The Man With the Skeleton Arms!!!!

[sainteclectic]

entropy // apathy

[cottonbopp]

Relistened n remembered the awesome song that is She Only Loves Me When I'm There ..... Lyricless ver under cut !!

[circles-n-spirals-alike]

EVERYBODY GO LISTEN TO COVERED IN DISCONTENT

RIGHT NOW /nf

GIVE THAT ALBUM THE LOVE AND ATTENTION IT FUCKING DESERVES!!!

[celestial-encounters]

Hello? Who's there?

This is an ask blog for Celestial Encounters, an AU made by @sainteclectic that you can find extra information about here. Basically, HMS and all the other albums are deities, while Whole (Harmonia) is just some guy who works at a corner store. HMS (or Pathos, Logos, and Psyche) are the primary gods, and they created or formed the other gods as offshoots of themselves, representing aspects of their power or performing duties for them.

Asks are preferably directed at someone specific, but you can also just shout into the void and see who answers. blog rules and further information about the characters are below the cut, but here's the short list:

Pathos (he/she/they) is the god of the moon, emotions, and justice. Under her are Castor (CiD; he/him), the god and entropy and injustice, and Thalia (Fine I'm Fine; any), god of celebration and euphoria.

Logos (she/her) is the god of the sun, logic, and progress. Under her are Pollux (The Before; she/her), god of apathy and downward spirals, and Theseus (...you know; he/they), god of perseverance and change.

Psyche (it/they/rarely she) is the god of the stars, the soul, and the underworld. Under it are Charon (Handsome Devil; he/they/it), god of judgement and passing on, and Lethe (Forest for the Trees; he/it), god of mania and overgrowth.

Aaand Harmonia (he/she), a normal mortal who doesn't know what he's doing here either.

Rules

I honestly don't really have anything except for being generally respectful of the blog owner and not getting too rowdy. {suggestive stuff is fine, use your best judgement on that kind of thing} go wild go crazy

Longer bios

pathos is the god of the moon, emotion, and justice. she gives humans their feelings, compassion, and drive to do what they feel is just. he has a strong sense of justice himself, though that sense might seem intense and destructive at times. despite his seemingly righteous goals, he's often blinded by them and is reckless as a result. she's driven purely by emotions, being a conduit for the feelings of humanity, and often doesn't think things through. logos despises their perceived immaturity, believing her to be too rash and emotional to know what's best for mortals.

logos is the god of the sun, logic, and progress. she grants humanity reasoning skills and technological advancements. she enjoys seeing them develop, but she's grown to dislike mortals for all their flaws and failures. still, she's devoted to giving humanity a flawless future - but she doesn't take their feelings about that into account, only what's "objectively" best for them. she approaches things from a purely practical perspective, not caring much for the emotions of the mortals who will be affected. this constantly puts her at odds with pathos, who thinks her methods are ruthless and cruel.

psyche is the god of the stars, the soul, and the underworld. they represent the spark of life in all things, the driving force that makes them unique. in return for giving humanity their sentience, it sacrificed its own personal identity, instead becoming a vessel for the wayward and damned souls that stay trapped behind their mask. it's exhausted from its duties of managing living and dead souls, as well as keeping logos and pathos from destroying humanity with their constant bickering. they like to go and watch the humans when it gets stressed out. it makes them happy to see mortals living their lives, using the gift of free will they granted them.

harmonia is a normal human living in a semi modern setting. the setting is sort of mixed with a bit of fantasy, because they still know gods exist and worship them and all that, which basically just means there's temples to them instead of churches. he's a minimum wage worker, painfully average, depressed, and barely presentable. she doesn't interact with many people outside of coworkers and customers, and she's certainly never interacted with literal deities before... until now.

thalia is a god of celebration and euphoria, especially after hard times. she represents the kind of overjoyed catharsis you get when you're finally free from your problems. he's worshipped in dances and song, and though they're more of an underground worship god than mainstream one these days (and she prefers it that way), many celebrations like graduations or weddings still include a toast to thalia as part of their tradition.

theseus is an interesting case. he was a human who strived to attain godhood by replacing his body with animal parts, hoping to be inhuman enough to ascend to godhood. logos respected the grind but hubris is still a crime, so they should probably punish his soul post death. pathos got into a debate over the fact logos is the most hubris person ever, of course she'd say that, and psyche allowed him to be a minor god of persistence and change as a compromise. he's more like a patron saint than a god in his own right, people pray to him for minor things these days, like personal growth or doing good on a test.

castor is the god of entropy and injustice. despite this, he's not generally a misanthropic god. instead, he's the god you turn to when you need strength in the face of an uncaring universe. fighting an oppressive system, getting vengeance for your suffering, seeing the beauty in decay, that kind of thing. he's representative of pathos' domain in justice and the cruel world that requires it! the emotional motivation to do better is nothing without the logical understanding of how to do it, though.

his twin pollux is the misanthropic one, representing apathy and downward spirals. she's the embodiment of the kind of nothingness you feel while trapped in depression. despite this seeming like an emotional thing, it's instead symbolic for the pit you can fall into when you can't feel emotions healthily. so she serves under logos because, while logos represents progress, that doesn't mean anything without the emotional drive to move forward.

charon is a chthonic god, specifically of judgment and passage into the underworld! charon is under psyche, who's The god of the underworld {taking care of souls and all that}, and he's basically a collector of souls that try to escape them - think thanatos trying to take sisyphus, who refused to die naturally. but it often gets into trouble with psyche because it likes to "play with his food" before taking them to it. they appreciate a good game of cat and mouse, and they respect those particularly crafty mortals that successfully elude them. meanwhile psyche just wants him to do his fucking job.

lethe is a nature god, but in the same way early nature deities like pan also represented madness. he's a god of doomed journeys, mania, and overgrowth. he's the voice in your head that tells you to leave the well-trod path and lose yourself in the gnarled branches and twisted pathways. legend says you might enter his domain if you get lost in the woods, and if you do, you might never escape... used as a cautionary tale to keep kids from wandering off, but people also make offerings to it before going traveling or hiking as a way to avoid their journey ending poorly.

[at1ias]

Pt. 1 of drawing stuffs for my mutuals! @bluestarlett - Here's Moss! Sorry I butchered the colors- Also I hope you feel better ^^

[purpleleafsyt]

Jashtober Warmup Day 1; Cosmic

[duchesskatriel]

Jashtober 2: Astral

[synthshenanigans]

Moss i fear you know what im about to ask...

The guy...

The guy moss..

The guy... can you draw... my guy.

[I hate writing my guy the only thing i see is the grinch saying"Whats up MY GUY'

UUUUUUUUGH FINE i guess you can have him 🙄

now shoo shoo get outta here. get off my lawn nerd

alt versions & a gift :}

i drew the center one with a mouse on mspaint tee hee