#jmv obsidian

[nebulanightsky]

Nah he'll get executed in the end :>

[snow-au-love]

TOOOOOOOOASTY!!!!!!!!!!

This is all the rage in Japan right now😎😎😎😎

[softmofuwata]

tongue.

[moonfurthetemmie]

ahem

i had a sudden burst of Idea and did. this.

some inspiration is taken from a friend who wrote a terrifying little bit about two particularly powerful spirits fusing. i don't know if i'm allowed to disclose which ones, because i don't think the one's creator has said anything about him outside of The Discord Server(TM), but. yes

(i'm mostly kidding about the 'idk if i can tell you who it was' bit; it is admittedly an excuse to not brain more words because i am Tired and spat this out in a couple of hours so i've used up my alloted braincell time for toight)

this is...one of many possible ways that one of my new fucked up little shits could've happened

Sophism

There was quite the crowd in the town square. Enough that they hardly needed anything more than hoods to cover their heads. Hushed murmuring and gasps of horror told them that, whatever was going on, it wasn’t good.

Nightmare could sense someone ahead of the crowd. Or…many someones? There was so much positivity and negativity that he couldn’t tell, no matter how hard he tried to focus on them.

They could hear yelling ahead. Angry yelling, for sure, though one was far more emotional than the other. The voices were familiar, but they couldn’t place them. They’d come here to have some fun, but it seemed that everyone in town was here. It would be hard to grab anyone without someone noticing. Even if that hadn’t been the case, the three were far too curious about what everyone was watching, now.

As they pushed through the crowd, the feeling that something was terribly wrong grew and grew.

Cross could swear she knew the least angry-sounding voice. Even as she racked her brain to figure out where she knew it from, the mere sound of it made her blood boil. It was getting clearer as they reached the front, though.

Error had noticed several odd noises that they couldn’t hear from the back of the crowd. As they got closer, she only became more confused. One sounded like woosh-ing sound effects put on sword swings in a video game. Another, much less frequent, was the sound of wood cracking; occasionally accompanied by a dull thunk.

The closer he got, the more obvious it was to Nightmare that there were two people in front of the crowd. Both furious, one far more hateful than the other. The hateful one had so many negative emotions, it was almost impossible to tell what any of the others were. But the other, aside from their fury, seemed perfectly content with…whatever was happening.

A few rows behind the front of the crowd, the two’s emotions suddenly become much, much stronger. Almost suffocating.

He realized who it was, as his very soul started to burn from how close he was.

Cross and Error, upon coming within range of the auras, realized what was happening only a split second after him. Against their better judgment, they continued pushing forward; almost shoving people out of the way now. 

They made it to the front just in time to watch a man with black hair use thick, slimy black tentacles slam his opponent, a man with orange-gold wings, into a tree. The force made the trunk crack and splinter, and yet the winged man stood. The black tendrils, made of pure negative magic, burned, dried out, and crumbled from touching such a concentrated source of positivity. But the winged man’s skin had begun to melt on contact. 

“...Oh, god.” Nightmare breathed. “It’s them.”

“You just don’t know when to give up, do you?” Obsidian snarled. He pulled his tentacles back, but clearly had no intentions of retreating. His shirt had been torn open, somehow. Or perhaps he just never bothered to button it in the first place.

“Neither do you, it would seem.” It had been a very, very long time since Nightmare had seen Dream angry. He suspected Obsidian’s aura of negativity had a part to play in that. He seemed to have lost his jacket somewhere, and had rolled up the sleeves of his nice dress shirt.

Obsidian’s hands crackled with electricity. “I’ve never been beaten in a fight, and I’m sure as hell not going to let the first time be to an overgrown chicken with a god complex!” 

Dream fluffed up his wings and readied his sword. Christ, when was the last time Nightmare had seen that thing in use? 

“Why do his arms look like that?” Cross whispered hoarsely. “And his wings! Holy shit, did Obsidian do that?”

Nightmare and Error had thought that it was sweat dripping from Dream’s arms. To their horror, they realized that it was his own skin. His wings, which were always shedding to begin with, was now dropping feathers in globs.

“Obsidian’s covered in burns, too,” Error pointed out. That, at least, the trio had noticed. Awful patches of sizzling skin, anywhere Dream had hit or touched him. There were several hand prints, some clearer than others, on Obsidian’s arms and chest. “I guess corruption can fuck with radiance just as much as radiance can fuck it up.”

“You’re welcome to try,” Dream hissed, which made the trio–and the rest of the crowd–step back. “I will not let you terrorize my multiverse as you do yours.”

“Bold words coming from a bastard who can’t even be bothered to do his own dirty work,” Obsidian sneered. “When was the last time you even used that thing?”

Dream’s eyes tightened. As he launched himself into the air, and the effects of his aura weakened with the distance, Nightmare wondered how much pain Dream was in. How long had this fight been going? And how long could Dream keep it up? 

Like a hawk after a hare, Dream dove for Obsidian, aiming right for his head.

At the same time, Obsidian sent a bolt of indigo lightning powerful enough to cause thunder at Dream.

There was a wet shink! sound that the three friends were very familiar with as Obsidian yelled in pain.

He had tried to wait until the last second to dodge, but Dream had still skewered him through the stomach. Dream’s entire body seemed to be melting, now; the lightning clearly hadn’t missed its mark, either.

Obsidian’s eyes burned with a fury stronger than any single person should’ve been capable of. Before Dream could react, Obsidian grabbed Dream’s arm and wrapped his tentacles around the radiant’s neck. 

“You think you’re so clever?” Obsidian snarled. Steam rose from his hand and tendrils. “I’m dragging you down to hell with me, you son of a bitch!”

Dream, gasping for air, let go of his sword and tried to ascend, to pull himself out of Obsidian’s grasp, but Obsidian yanked on his arm and he fell to his knees. The crowd started to panic. Yells of alarm and calls to get help, but most of them seemed as frozen as the Meme Squad was.

Nightmare couldn’t believe what he was seeing. How could Dream have let this arrogant bastard kill him? Was this a nightmare? Was this how they were going to die?

For a split second, Dream caught Nightmare’s gaze. His eyes widened. Nightmare sensed surprise and a twinge of guilt before Obsidian grabbed Dream’s shoulder and pushed him to the ground.

Horrible burns were spreading all across Obsidian’s body. Dream was melting faster than ice cream in a microwave. 

Am I going to melt, too? Or am I just going to drop dead? Christ, I hope I just drop dead. Nightmare’s heart pounded in his chest. He felt sick. Was it starting? Was he dying? Or was it just fear?

As Dream and Obsidian’s bodies stilled, Cross and Error enveloped Nightmare in a hug. 

They didn’t say anything; they didn’t know what they would say. But they didn’t need to say anything. Nightmare gripped their arms, and the three of them closed their eyes.

…But nothing happened, except for the crowd’s murmuring going silent.

Nightmare realized that the crowd’s silence wasn’t from grief. And, at the same time, that Dream and Obsidian’s auras hadn’t faded.

In fact, they almost seemed to be…

Nightmare’s eyes snapped open.

The steam that had come from the contact of two so violently opposing magics, rather than dissipating, had coalesced into a cloud of fog around the bodies. It became thicker, and thicker, and Nightmare could see both of them start to change.

Obsidian’s skin flaked off like ash, but rather than sinew and muscle there was only a black, iridescent sludge. Dream’s skin melted off entirely, revealing a ball of orange-yellow light.

“Guys.”

Error and Cross hardly heard Nightmare’s horrified whisper, but they looked up in time to see the pure radiance and corruption begin to move before the fog completely obscured them.

“Wh…What the hell was that?” Someone in the crowd said, their voice shaking. 

“Maybe…maybe that’s just what happens when spirits like them die?” Someone else said, though they didn’t sound very sure.

“No.” Nightmare’s voice was hoarse. He didn’t even notice the crowd’s terror at his presence; his eyes were fixed on the cloud before them, and the auras within. “They’re…They’re not dead. I don’t know what the fuck is happening, but they’re not dead.”

“What do you mean they’re not dead?” Someone demanded. “You saw that too, didn’t you? They don’t even have bodies anymore!”

Nightmare grip on his friends’ arms tightened. “No. If me or Dream dies, the other one dies, too. But I’m still here. And their auras haven’t faded. It…It almost feels like they’re-”

A strangled gasp came from the fog. Everyone jumped back, except for Nightmare, who’s horror and terror had frozen him in place.

“...Fusing.”

The fog quickly faded. Standing where Dream and Obsidian’s bodies had been was an odd man with brown hair, and wings of orange light with indigo feathers. His eyes were mostly white, but those in the front of the crowd could see the hints of orange in one, and indigo in another.

The man looked like he’d just woken up from a nightmare. His hands shook. His eyes were wide with fear and confusion. He slowly looked down at his own hands.

“Oh, god.” Nightmare’s voice was weak. “They did.”

“That- that can happen?!” Cross whispered, loudly. 

“Fucking apparently!”

“I think this is our cue to leave,” Error said. Despite the casual tone she used, her hands trembled as she made a portal. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Cross and Nightmare followed her through it. 

Before it closed behind them, they heard a familiar-yet-not voice; confused and scared.

“Why…?”

[isame-allen]

After years of studying I finally got the basics of jmv

Oh and I made smt for lil zircon

Jmv belongs to @/freyfall

[mugen66]

Favourite bones! No particular reason to make Bobby cry…

[littlechaoticpeep]

…okay I have no regrets, this hot looking guy right here I had to draw the man :’)

JMV Obsidian belongs to @freyfall

[dsdreams-leftball]

Y’all thought it was done huh?

WELL YOU’RE IN FOR A TREAT.

[modded-deathz]

Okay, I admit, I’m obsessed with drawing obsidian. (sans and zircon too)..

JMV Is By @ freyfall

Undertale Is By TobyFox

[littlechaoticpeep]

Okay then..can I date this guy then? (0.0)

||jmv belongs to @freyfall ||

Stolen from twitter bc I need to see everyone's answers

[nebulanightsky]

So I tried drawing obsidian...fck now I'm obsessed with this bastard

JMV! Obsidian by freyfall

Anyways.. Thank y'all for the 200+ followers!! ✨✨I have no idea where you guys are coming from and I would like Thank for y'all support! I appreciate it✨✨even tho Ive never been active and posting that much but thank you again! I'll try my best to post more art! U guys are amazing! Love y'all! 💖

[snow-au-love]

TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOASY

[softmofuwata]

2022 Last Jetsidian

Jet "The year is almost over. Time flies." 

Obsidian "Maybe it feels faster because you're old." 

Jet "Still better than the 134-year-old immature you." 

Obsidian "Shut the fuck up, dotard."

[littlechaoticpeep]

This is for you obsidian simps out there ✨ have fun.

okay, fuck y'all /Jk

I got asmodeus :)

[moonfurthetemmie]

OKAY so

- currently, the disease has no official name, not even in-universe. Zuli and Mercury are pretty much the only people in memory who have come into contact with it and survived uninfected. Everyone who was infected refers to it as some variation of ‘The Colony’s Gift’.

- The stranger’s not any other character from JMV. Just an OC made for the story. They are essentially Patient 0, though many non-intelligent creatures had been infected before them, and were almost definitely their first encounter with the disease.

- The disease can infect pretty much anything, though it kills all non-sentient life.

- The stranger’s age is undecided, but given the disease was able to almost entirely take over Jade and Obsidian’s bodies to the point of turning their own cells into fungal cells, it’s possible that the stranger is Old As Fuck and has been kept alive by the Colony constantly replacing the cells in their body in a very weird and parasitic form of regeneration.

- The Stranger officially lives with what I’ve been calling ‘The main body’ of the Colony. This thing has grown so big, it can house multiple humans inside it. Which it does. Some monsters, too, probably. But it really wants to spread everywhere, so it has people leave sometimes to try and infect others.

- The longer you’re infected, the less of your own personality remains. A few things may stay, but eventually you’re just part of the hive mind that is The Colony. The Stranger has very little of who they used to be left, if any.

- Aside from changes due to Trauma, most of the JMV manor residents have retained their personalities entirely. They weren’t infected all that long, compared to all the people who live with the main body.

- The manor residents remained on a closed network because of their isolation from the main body, and the infected there. Had the stranger stayed longer, they all would already know where the main body was and would likely have gone there to ‘connect’ with everyone else.

For whatever reason, though, the stranger left not too long after Koroit showed signs of infection. This was definitely not what the Colony wanted. Hopefully this is a good thing and won’t come back to haunt us later

- While symptomatic and part of the system, everything Jade experienced—Thoughts, physical sensations, sounds, smells, tastes—were essentially broadcast to the others at all times. Obsidian’s experiences should have been, too, but he completely mentally shut down. Since he wasn’t sensing anything, no one else did, either.

- Now that they’re network is closed off even from the Colony, and their symptoms are significantly less severe, Jade is learning how to cut everyone off from everything he senses, and only let them know what he wants them to know.

Obsidian seems to be more with-it now, but he’s already blocking them out from his thoughts. Maybe he wasn’t as shut-down as they had thought this whole time…?

But Jade’s doing good; without the Colony insisting it know everything he does, he’s getting to a point where he can use the network just like the others do, and keep some shit to HIMSELF for fucks sake

- the others are also learning how to keep some things out of the network, though they’re having an easier time of it.

- Obsidian and Jade are still contagious. Their bodies are almost entirely fungus now, and trying to completely ‘cure’ them will kill them. Mercury suspects this, but still has to do some tests to be sure. Maybe he can find a way to make them not be contagious without hurting them too much, though?

- Everyone has scars from this ordeal.

- The Colony may seem incomprehensible, and even the ones who were infected get a headache from trying to remember what it was like being under its influence, but it still has tel very basic desires: Survive, and Reproduce.

It’s almost impossible for it to not know Obsidian’s reputation, and it was likely hoping it could use the manor as a secondary ‘body’; another ‘base of operations’. Everyone inside (that it knew about) could travel between universes, which would make it extremely easy to spread; it wouldn’t have to even make them change what they were doing all that much. Dead bodies can still spread the disease just fine. Obsidian in particular would be very helpful, if the infection could spread to his tentacles.

Unfortunately for it, Obsidian and Jade were not able to be absorbed into the hive mind, and were significantly less useful as a result.

- Obsidian’s tentacles are full of spores though. That part did work.

- obsidian and Jade are also highly flammable now so. they’re not allowed near the camp fire.

Actually all the infected from the manor are pretty afraid of fire now. Instinctively. Even before Zuli suggested they torch the manor and saw how easily the mushrooms burned.

- There is a chance—albeit a small one—that once Mercury finds people who actually know how to help, that Obsidian will pull his head out of space and try to help. But that will depend on just how much the Colony scares him, and whether or not he cares enough to do anything about it.

It’s much more likely that he’ll just watch and occasionally tell them their ideas are stupid, until Peridot gets a nice containment cell to keep him in. At which point he probably gets to help by letting the pathologists take tissue samples from him

- tbh he and Jade might be a good source of material for vaccines against the disease. They’re contagious still, but the fungal cells that make up their bodies may be inert enough to be used to immunize others.

Maybe. But I don’t know if you can make a vaccine for a fungal disease. I know they’re really really difficult to treat compared to viral and bacterial diseases. Also this bitch is sentient

- There is hypothetically an alternate ending where Mercury and Zuli notice far too late that they’ve been infected. This is not a good ending

- Also, hypothetically, if two infected people were to have a child, that child would just be part mushroom. With little to no hope of being ‘cured’ or even just disconnected from the Colony without dying.

Given how large the main body is and how long it’s been around, there’s probably a number of such children. Some are even adults now.

These very important people to the Colony, especially after losing our beloveds in the manor. It knew they were more ‘connected’ to it somehow, but it never thought anyone could be cured of it. It really hopes these little shits can’t be cured.

- While it is aware of people’s perception of it as a disease, it sees absolutely nothing wrong with trying to spread. It’s not like it’s killing anyone anyways. And look! They’re all sooo happy staying with it <33

- a seemingly small symptom is that the infected do not ponder the oddness of The Colony. Specifically how it speaks to them and what they perceive from its senses. They also don’t have trouble ‘understanding’ what they’re perceiving; it tells them what it wants them to know/do and that understand that, so they don’t need to understand the rest.

Once you do start trying to understand it in its entirety, though, it can do a lot more than just give you a headache.

The Colony perceives its surroundings in a way entirely unlike humans. Trying to understand it could drive you insane. Imagine trying to explain sight to a creature with no eyes. Imagine suddenly having that electrosense shit some other animals have and trying to understand what the fuck you’re sensing. It’s gonna fuck you up, man.

Some monsters may not experience the eldritch madness. Depends on what their default senses are and how close they are to the sense of a fungal disease that can still produce fruiting bodies.

[freyfall]

So who are obsidian and jade?

so damien (obsidian) and adrien (jade) are two characters of mine that come from a series that is tangentially related to the undertale multiverse. it was originally called jade's multiverse, or jmv (because adrien, then jade, was the titular character,) but i've renamed it to be called 'polarity'.

this name comes from the focus on positive and negative magic that has roots in dreamtale (an undertale au). there were physical extreme manifestations of positive and negative magic, named radiance and corruption, as canonized in the 'toasty cinematic universe', which is a 100k-word-ish-long roleplay containing jmv characters alongside characters from other utmv aus (DINTIS and dreamswap)*. if you consider the spectrum of magic to be a magnet, radiance and corruption are the different polar ends (north and south, radiance and corruption, positive and negative, you get the picture). thus, polarity. im so clever

the tl;dr of damien and adrien is that they're both magical spirits that inhabit semi-human hosts and are a guardian of a magical tree that is the font of light and dark magic. damien is the guardian of dark magic, and adrien is the guardian of light magic. in the lore of polarity specifically, these guardians are quasi-immortal and do not die of old age or illness. when killed, these guardians will reincarnate into a randomly chosen family somewhere across the world of polarity, avatar the last airbender style. adrien is around 5 years older than damien, and both were born into separate families before being taken away and brought to the tree where they grew up together. later in the story, damien takes all the magic from the tree and becomes... basically a god, with all the power it gives him, and adrien, not wanting to leave damien or for damien to leave him, follows suit quite powerlessly as damien begins world conquest. there's a shit ton more of important context and detail (cough cough more lore and also like, character motivations) but this is a SIMPLE QUESTION being asked of me i will NOT go on for a million years

also important, adrien and damien's relationship has gone through a looot of iterations, mostly because i created them six years ago when i was a teenager and put like... so much edgy stuff in it without rhyme or reason. their relationship was originally a cesspool of one-sided abuse and trauma inflicted onto adrien, and it kind of still is, and the codependency is a huge theme i want to continue exploring with them, but to do that i have to like, rewrite their whole origin story, etc etc, explain how adrien came to live with damien, rewrite literally every other character because it's an ensemble cast and they also got Beam of Edgy Teenager that i need to fix, so on and so forth...

anyways i've been like. i've been thinking about them. can you tell

(*the tcu was important in experimenting with a lot of the polarity characters, but i no longer consider its events canon to polarity because a lot of the things i am going to rewrite into polarity will directly contradict things established in the tcu.)