#jmv obsidian

[nunotyan221]

Do you know "Jetsidian"? They are very sexy nightmares.

The purple nightmare is called Obsidian by JMV, and the green nightmare is called Jet by DINTIS. They are really sexy and irresistible...

[nebulanightsky]

Nah he'll get executed in the end :>

[snow-au-love]

TOOOOOOOOASTY!!!!!!!!!!

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

[cringyperson]

Art dump

Scalria my wonderful fell sd dream x dt nm fusion. Rahab embraces his femininity while terror feels like he’s being dollified hahaha

Apache tears (Obsidian<jmv> x Swan <sdt>) is also a random ship I created and I started really enjoying it

[moonfurthetemmie]

I wrote this back in December and by the time I was done with it, I decided it was just. Gonna be for me

But I’m on an angst kick and it’s DS nightmare torture time again. So. Hey want some DS nightmare angst?

The really funny part is that this was (originally) meant to be like. A very short concept idea. To share. And so I put it in the folder for the story thoughts that weren’t proper fics. But uh. I forgot that part pretty fast. And now it might as well be a proper fic

The title in my notes app is just ‘JMV - Staticked Guardian’

Imagine you meet some people. From an alternate multiverse.

One of them is the most sadistic, evil bastard you’ve ever met, and wants nothing more than to make the multiverse grovel at his feet.

The other is his childhood friend, who’s been abused by him and can’t see that he needs to leave.

Now imagine that somehow you end up being kicked back in time. To their childhood home. They’re so young. The oldest is barely a teenager.

You try to talk to them. They’re curious as to what you are. You’re confused; even as young as they are, they should recognize another like them.

You try to tell them you’re like them.

But all that comes out is static.

You realize your entire body is visual static. No wonder they can’t recognize what you are.

Their interest quickly fades as the three of you realize you can’t actually. Tell them. Anything. Who you are, where you come from (except for “the future, I think?? Or another goddamn multiverse I don’t know”), the fact that you know anything about them at all.

You could probably just walk away. If this is their past, do you really want to fuck with the timeline? Do you want to risk making things in the future even worse?

But you know what’s going to happen. Not just because you met them in the future, but because their story will be, in some aspects, the same as yours. You know how the youngest will be treated. Has been treated. You are intimately familiar with that abuse.

So you stay.

You try to take care of them. You try to help them. Be there for them.

But there is very, very little you can do. Your words fizzle into static or your body freezes until you give up whatever action you’re trying to do.

You eventually realize that it’s because those things would’ve changed the timeline. You aren’t allowed to do anything that will seriously affect the future.

You are forced to watch them grow up from the sidelines. You can talk to them, sure. Interact with them. But it doesn’t mean anything. And they see in you what they expect to see. What they see from the people in the village, on the other side of the hill.

The oldest, treated like an angel sent to fix everyone’s woes despite being a child, sees you as yet another who wants him to fix something, though he’s not sure what. You aren’t notable. He has no real opinion on you, except that it’s weird you seem to ‘break’ sometimes and can’t say or do something.

The youngest, treated like a demon for being born as he was, sees you as yet another who wishes he was dead. You’re just quiet about it. You are the best of everyone he knows, that isn’t the older one, and he still hates you. He doesn’t understand why your words stop sounding like words, but your freezing must be you hesitating to do something; either your prejudice keeping you from trying to help, or your conscious keeping you from trying to hurt him.

Everything that you try to do, that you try to say, that isn’t trying to warn them about the future?

You’re trying to tell them you care about them. They ask you to play with them, very early on, and so long as the younger one is involved you can’t. Even sometimes if it’s just the older. You try to help them with groceries and all you can do is silently organize their mess of a pantry and icebox while they’re asleep. You try to comfort them when they’re hurt or upset, but all you can do is stand by.

And it hurts more with each passing day.

They’re children. They remind you so much of you and your childhood friend, and you know exactly what’s going to happen to them.

To the older one, who believed that everyone had at least a little bit of good in them. Whose kindness and compassion and love was so great he couldn’t ever tell the other no, even before he had reason to fear his anger, because he was already so miserable

To the younger one, shown nothing but cruelty and hatred from all but the other since the day he was born. Whose bitterness only grew, and grew, until his hate and fury boiled over and he decided to be the monster they always said he was.

You didn’t know anything about their past until you came here, aside from it being similar to yours.

You’ve only been here a few months. You can already see what’s going to happen. You can see how the story is going to play out. You can’t do anything to stop it. You’re not allowed.

…And the only things you’re not allowed to do are tell them what you know of the future, and be kind to them.

Maybe you’re not allowed to try to hurt them, either, but you’re not going to test it. The idea alone makes you feel like you’re the same as the villagers

You keep trying. You try from every angle you can think of.

You try prepping meals for them when they’re out. You try to help with chores when they’re not looking. You can help with chores, sometimes. when it gets really bad, which is so rare anyway that you can’t find any sense of accomplishment in it.

You try talking to the villagers. Try telling them what you know will happen, though you knew that wouldn’t work anyway. You try to tell them what happened in your version of the story. You try to tell them that they’re assholes, why they’re assholes, that they need to stop. Try to convince them to at least give them some basic human decency and treat them like the kids they are. You try in every possible way to get it through, but there’s still only static.

You try writing notes. Messages. You try carving it into the fucking trees nearby. Anything important fizzles out just like your voice. The ink evaporates. The wood regrows like nothing happened.

You can only watch. Watch as these two—whom you’ve started to see as family, despite everything you tried and couldn’t do—follow the script of their tragedy.

You aren’t surprised in the slightest when the youngest, now in his twenties, steals the magic fruit he was meant to guard. Or when he lights the village on fire, making sure everyone is trapped inside. Or when he leaves, grinning sadistically, without a word to the older one.

You are surprised when no one hears you. The one time you can say something important. The one time you’re allowed. You tried to stop him, before he got to the tree, to tell him the path he wanted to walk wasn’t going to make him truly happy. but he didn’t even seem to see you.

You stay with the older one for a while. He can’t see you, now, either. He’s horrified. Scared. And…hurt. He didn’t need to go with the younger, but…not even a word of goodbye? And he feels so silly for worrying about such a thing, when the younger one just killed everyone they’ve ever known.

He doesn’t notice your absence at all.

Then you discover that you can jump between them.

Two days after the incident, you find yourself standing behind the youngest, trying out his new abilities.

You call his name and he nearly impales you on one of his new black sludge tendrils.

He’s surprised—and furious—that you survived the fire. He demands to know how you even got here, and what you want.

You tell him you’re sorry.

He hears it.

He stares at you.

You tell him you tried, so many goddamn times, to help, but were—for reasons beyond your own understanding—prevented from doing anything that would’ve mattered. Anything that might help him and the other. Anything that might make them happy.

He doesn’t believe you.

Of course not.

You knew he wouldn’t.

But you keep going, because now that you can say something it all just rushes out like water from a dam.

You tell him you knew, the day you arrived, that this would happen. You didn’t know the how, or the exact why, but you knew.

You are prevented from telling him why.

You tell him you tried so fucking hard just to show him and the older one the tiniest bit of kindness, and you never could. Ever. You weren’t even allowed try to talk the villagers into leaving him alone. Or being the tiniest bit nicer.

While he’s still trying to understand what the hell you’re trying to tell him, you hug him.

You’ve never been able to try.

But you can now.

You tell him that, no matter what happens, there will always be at least one person who cares about him.

You’d have said two. But you didn’t think you’d be allowed. And you’re not sure that, in the future you come from, if the older will start to hate him when he realizes how awfully the younger one treated him, once he gets away. If he gets away.

You can’t imagine he would, but that was still over a hundred years into the future, and how could you blame him? You hated the younger one too, at first. For the horrible things he’d done, and was trying to do to you, your friends, your home.

But now all you can see is the little boy who desperately needed someone to love him, tell him he was wanted, that he wasn’t a monster, and was denied. Someone other than the older, who, despite his best efforts, despite meaning it with all of his heart, always sounded to the younger like he was reading a script.

You aren’t surprised when he pushes you away and calls you a liar. He accuses you of trying to suck up to him so he won’t kill you. You tell him that nothing you say will convince him otherwise, even if you were allowed to say anything you wanted.

He does try to kill you. You don’t even have a second to blink before he tries to lift you into the air and strangle you with his new magic. But the moment his tendrils start to squeeze, you phase through them.

He’s not allowed to hurt you.

He’s disgusted. He tries again a few times before getting fed up and deciding that you’re not worth it. He tells you to do the both of you a favor and jump off a cliff.

You don’t cry. You’ve spent so much time screaming in the woods about how unfair it was to you, to them, that you couldn’t do anything to help them, that you can’t cry anymore.

But in your 150-something years of living, you have never felt so heartbroken, grief-stricken, and helpless as now, as you watch him leave, and start to fully understand that the only reason you could give him any kindness, any form of affection, was because it was too late to stop what was coming.

It no longer mattered.

You quickly find that you can’t wander too far from either of them. You have to be near at least one. But at least you can choose who, and when.

You wonder if the reason why you can choose is because they can’t seem to see you anymore.

No one can.

You’re invisible, now. Silent.

You spend the next century or so like this. Following one of them around. Watching. Trying occasionally to get their attention. But nothing happens.

Twenty years after the incident, you stop trying. And you give up hope of returning to the time you came from, without having to live through all the years before you arrived.

A decade or so before the time you came from, the two reunite. It’s worse than you’d have thought a hundred years ago, but exactly what you expected now.

Nothing either of them did really surprised you, anymore.

Now you usually are confined to the manor the younger one has made his home. Sometimes you stay even when you can leave, just so you don’t have to watch the horrors of the younger’s war on humanity and monster-kind.

But you go with him when he leaves sometimes, still. You know he won’t die, at least not yet, but you still worry. Despite everything.

You figure you probably should’ve started hating him by now, but after so long trying to help him, and then many times longer forced to watch unseen, you’ve started to disconnect from it all. Even if you know better, it’s started to feel like watching a movie.

And you still see those two little boys, and remember how you were, once, able to hug the younger one and tell him that someone loved him. But that it didn’t matter.

And then you appear. In the flesh, not this staticky body you’ve been stuck with for over a century.

It hurts you to hear your own voice call the younger one an evil bastard, even if it’s true. It doesn’t hurt quite as much as seeing your best friends again, and not being seen or heard by them. Even though you knew you wouldn’t be able to.

You wondered if you could choose to follow yourself around now. You aren’t surprised that you can’t.

And then, strangely, as you’re sitting in the manor with the older one, trying and failing to remember just how long you were here for before you ended up in the past, you’re pulled to the younger one.

You see yourself and your friends.

You remember this scene. This moment.

This was it.

You don’t realize you’re walking forward until you reach your hand out, trying to stop yourself from fucking with the thing that sent you to the past.

You hear exclamations of surprise and confusion.

You hear the younger one, incredulously, say “You?! You’re still alive?!??”

You feel…weird.

Your ‘past’ self is starting to fall through time.

Your current body is…becoming more real.

The exact moment you disappeared, your staticky body becomes fully flesh and blood again.

For the first time in one hundred and twenty six years.

You’re more than twice the age you were when you left.

Your friends call your name. You can sense everyone’s feelings again.

Everyone’s confused.

The younger one is especially confused. How could it be, that the crackheaded goblin of a guardian he met just a few months ago was the same strange, featureless person that he and the older one had known as kids?

You look down at your hands and they’re shaking. Your eyes sting.

Your friends call your name again, alarmed. They put their hands on your shoulders and ask what’s wrong and you finally break.

It’s several hours before you can tell anyone what happened.

The younger one didn’t stick around long. You could sense his unease, slowly growing into fear right before he left.

You thought that was reasonable.

You don’t want to talk to him, or the older one, about it yet, anyways. You aren’t sure you could, without breaking down again, and without the younger one trying to kill you. You’re not sure you’d even try to avoid it, if he did.

Your friends believe you. You’re so clearly not okay, and you do seem like you’ve lived another lifetime. But they can’t understand just how horrible it was. To know that nothing you could do would ever matter. To be unable to do anything but watch.

But they know they can’t, and probably never fully will. They try to cheer you up, and it feels wrong to you after all this time that they haven’t changed at all. But you don’t care. You can see them again. Talk to them.

Even that’s not enough sometimes. After so long being invisible you keep forgetting that you’re not. That people can see you, that they can and want to talk to you, and that they’ll hear you. Your friends are worried, but don’t know how to help besides trying to snap you out of it when they see it happening.

You have no idea what to do with the information you have now. You know everything about those guardians. You might be able to help change things.

But would it really matter?

Has anything you’ve ever done really mattered?

How much were you able to change before you were sent to the past, anyway?

How could you have ever believed you could change anything at all?

[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…

[jmv-slutbang]

@moonfurthetemmie i think i forgot to send this to you. anyway here you are. a rainbow bitch.

[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.)

[nunotyan221]

Octopus Mermaid Jetsidian🐙

They don't love each other, but they get so entangled.

They might be so entangled that they can't separate and start fighting!

[snow-au-love]

Happy 3rd Anniversary,Toasty Cinematic Universe🎉

Thank you for writing it,@ onebizarrekai and @ freyfall ‼️

[littlechaoticpeep]

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

JMV Obsidian belongs to @freyfall

[moonfurthetemmie]

so there is some SwaN x Obsidian shit happening on discord ('Apache Tears' is the ship name; there's general fuckery and then there is a rp in a whole different server) (apparently im the go-to if we want jmv/dintis characters in the story)

at some point in the server with general fuckery, someone (@cringyperson) asked what the others in the JMV manor (normal and the broken family AU) would think if SwaN and Obsidian started dating, and as i was explaining some of my answers for certain characters i realized that koroit has probably been screwed up by obsidian more than i had thought

some people are probably curious now so i'll give you my answers as well the essay i accidentally started writing.

Mercury, Zircon, Paraiba, Silver, and Jasper: oh god he's never getting away from him now. shit. and obsidian will beat the shit out of us if we tried to help…

Koroit: …hm. not touching that with a ten foot pole.

Jade: aw!! they're so cute :]

Zuli: [thousand-yard stare]

jade absolutely sees that Obsidian is treating Night better 'differently' than he's treating Jade (just to keep up the illusion), but he probably tells himself that well, of course he's treating Night differently. They're dating. Jade is just Obsidian friend. I don't think even he knows whether he's hurt or not.

As for Koroit, there's absolutely no way she doesn't know what's going on with Jade and Zuli (and especially Jade in the family AU, once they're all adults; even if nothing actually changes, they start realizing that something's wrong. especially when paraiba comes and unintentionally causes their view of all of this as 'normal' to start cracking), which means she, unlike Jade, understands exactly what's happening with Night and Obsidian.

I really don't think she condones that shit, but there's not a lot she can do. And she trusts obsidian so much, that there's a very good chance he's convinced her that it's not that bad. He can't convince her that it isn't bad at all (…well. he could. but he doesn't care enough to put in that much effort), but he just acts like it's not a big deal. He's her friend. She trusts him.

there may also be an implied "You have amnesia; what do you know about this kind of stuff?" that she either hasn't consciously picked up on (which becomes more likely the closer we are to their first meeting), or has and, while she's at least a little offended, thinks he's probably right.

In the broken family AU, while she doesn't have amnesia, he's. he's her dad. she probably trusts him way more, there, than in normal JMV. And she might not be able to deal with the fact that he's a lying piece of shit for quite a while, until something else happens (see: Jasper and Mercury getting left behind in TUSOUD)

She doesn't think it's as bad as the others do, but she still doesn't like what she's seeing, so she just stays out of it. not her business

[dsdreams-leftball]

Oblicht

I hate everything now

[isame-allen]

ok so just. Bear with me. It might sound concerning if I don’t start it right but I swear it’s soft (normally)

There is a Fell!JMV and Fell!DINTIS AU that Wheeze and I made

By the logic of how Underfell’s character fuckery, the worst (in terms of morality and Good/Evil) of the characters become pretty nice. See UF Flowey actually being somewhat friendly.

So. F!Obsidian (Onyx) and F!Jet (Raven) are very nice people. Onyx is a whole ass himbo. Raven’s very wary of strangers, but he’s still very sweet. Everyone who knows them says they’re too nice, but they stick around anyways (save for Malachite and Pitch, aka Fell Jade and Dark, because they live Elsewhere together) because they do like Onyx. Not that they’ll ever admit it.

Onyx has, on at least one know occasion, saved a shit-ton of people from dying, and has been trying to help F!Koroit (Anmolite my dearly beloved) with her amnesia. He would hate normal Obsidian if they met. He’s still very stubborn, like Obsidian is.

Raven normally keeps to himself, but he’s been known to get in the middle of shit when he thinks he can help. And he’s a good talker (and a very powerful corrupt), much like Jet himself, so usually it works. Even if someone tries to attack him he just kinda grabs them and picks them up and goes “no. None of that.” And goes back to the conversation at hand. He would also really despise Jet, especially after hearing how Jet’s been treating Dark.

Onyx happens to be the ace one, which doesn’t do much except give opportunities for Soft Interactions between him and Raven about it, and opportunities for slightly more comedy when he and Obsidian have to meet and they both just go “…??? Why are you so- how are we alternates what the fuck????”

oh they’re also married. because we said so.

So. Yeah. We threw normal DS Nightmare at them once and then we couldn’t pull them apart. They’re just Like That now. Anytime a crossover happens with DS and the fell verse that poly happens. It’s out of our control now

also as a teeeeeny little detail- Onyx and Raven are stronger than Obsidian and Jet. Which is fun when we make the fell boys rescue Jade, Zuli, and Dark and get them therapy and Obsidian and Jet try to start shit about it

I could uh….get the Heroforge references for them. If you want to see them.

Himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx himbo onyx

[spitzobsessed]

An illustration and a comeback to digital.

A scene from "Toasty Cinematic Universe" by onebizarrekai and freyfall

(Full (gore) version under the cut)