#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😎😎😎😎

[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

[modded-deathz]

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

JMV Is By @ freyfall

Undertale Is By TobyFox

[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]

TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOASY

[dsdreams-leftball]

Oblicht

I hate everything now

[nebulanightsky]

SHISUHSSHUSHH YOU SAW

NOTHING.

Another silly doodles i made

[moonfurthetemmie]

Entropy

just for funsies here he is again. look at him isn't he pretty (pretty MISERABLE lmaooo gottem) (,,,really though. he is miserable.)

Looks like he hasn’t slept in days. He probably hasn’t.

Just generally looks frazzled. he is straight up never having a good time

Wings are useless. pretty, tho. More yellow because they came from Dream.

Despises himself and boy does it show most of the time. his hair hasn't been brushed since he Happened.

Definitely not be taking care of himself as much as he should be

Two moods: Angry/Spiteful and Tired. He can tone the angry down, but really only bothers around Jasper. Hanging out with Jasper for a while will eventually shift his mood to Tired. this is supposed to be Tired and he still looks mad

his clothes are usually barely coherent. Anything that reminds him of Obsidian or Dream he absolutely hates, but those are also things that he likes. As sort of a compromise with himself he mixes stuff from Dream’s general style and Obsidian’s general style. Really only in form and function, though.

For colors he usually goes for something neutral, or sometimes white, but when he’s out of fucks to give it’s just a mess. He tries to avoid black, but…black goes with a lot of things. So if he has some fucks to give but not enough to put a lot of effort into it, he ends up with a fair bit of black.

weirdly chill about stealing clothes, considering he's partly Dream…? maybe he's too pissed and tired to really think about it. Stealing clothes isn't on the same level as other shit, anyway

As both Dream and Obsidian are used to wearing a necklace around, he wears one, but it’s not Dream’s or Obsidian’s. Obsidian’s one necklace wasn’t necessarily important to him like the charm from Ani was to Dream, but it was something he wore a lot

On the off chance that Dream and Obsidian end up intentionally fusing multiple times, he will steadily get more chill with his existence. He's never happy about it though

Dream's Lawful Good and Obsidian's Chaotic Evil makes Entropy bounce around the alignment chart like a windows screensaver.

He's inherited Dream's sword skills and Obsidian's enhanced physical strength. If he can reach an equilibrium/peace, he will discover that he can, in fact, still fly. and also summon thunderstorms. uh. watch out?

Entropy's having the worst time of them all. Dream and Obsidian were on two very different ends of a morality spectrum and *really* didn't like each other, and unfortunately for Entropy that has resulted in him hating both of them and, by extension, himself.

You can't ever really tell what he'll do in any given situation. He might try to help one time, and he might intentionally try to make it worse another time. He might think he should let these people who clearly didn't do anything wrong go, or he might say 'nah. fuck them up. it'll be fun'

And there's pretty much no instance in which he's not somehow conflicted about whatever he's doing.

He avoids the JMV manor, Obsidian's whole team, and JR. Dream and Obsidian both would hate people knowing they were fused with this other bastard.

There is one exception, and that is Jasper. This started as a one-off joke about the only thing Entropy not being conflicted about was having Jasper cook for him still, and now it's just canon. Haven't figured out if he's dragging Jasper all over hell or if he's actually staying somewhere, though. Either way, because Jasper's cooking being fucking amazing is the only thing Dream and Obsidian would ever agree on, Jasper is the only one who's ever seen Entropy even kind of calm. he's not sure how he feels about this

Jasper needs to get away from him though. See, Entropy has inherited several things from Obsidian. Things that Jasper is already, unfortunately, rather familiar with. But Entropy has also inherited Dream's social skills, so he knows how to convince Jasper to stick around regardless.

before we go any further i would just like it to be on the record that I am aware that i made entropy the unflattering (to put it lightly) bipolar stereotype. i did not mean to. but upon realizing that in the discord server, one of my friends said it made sense with the character and he's right so off we go

In the instances where Entropy is trying to convince Jasper to stay, and is saying he won't do any of that shit again, he probably does intend to stop, but then the 'other side' comes out. He could stop. He could. But he's too deep in his absolute self-hatred that he hasn't bothered to figure out how. also he's trying to find a way to un-fuse and end his suffering so why bother improving yourself to keep your friend hahaha

Entropy is trying to be very careful with him, regardless of which of his halves he's feeling most like. Because even when he's acting more like Obsidian, there's still clearly a fair amount of influence from Dream's personality. and dream has already lost several people he cares about. Entropy couldn't handle being the reason he loses Jasper

Dream’s sword isn’t part of his magic; it’s a tangible, entirely physical object. This means, unless something happened to it before he and Obsidian fused, Entropy still has it. Entropy has very mixed feelings about it, but this is one of the few times when he doesn’t sabotage himself.

As much as he may want to snap it in half at times, just to stick it to Dream, he knows he’s the only one who’s really going to be upset about it. And it’s going to be more painful than he can bear. He probably doesn’t carry it around anymore, though, out of fear that he’s going to do something really impulsive and stupid one day. Same with his charm from Ani, and Obsidian's signature necklace (though to a much lesser degree; it doesn't have the same emotional significance)

Also. Jasper...As I said, Jasper needs to get the fuck out. But unless something happened prior to Entropy becoming Entropy, he has some of Obsidian’s magic in him. Which Obsidian did specifically so he could track everyone in the manor in case they tried to escape. Jasper will not be able to get away from Entropy. If he thinks he’s managed to get away, he should start praying that Entropy is just trying to find a good bribe to get him to stay and isn’t planning some horrible ‘punishment’

If he’s around and there was gay shit happening with him and Obsidian, Entropy’s feelings around Jet are probably very similar to his feelings about Dream’s sword and the charm. Jet’s the only thing Obsidian cares about other than himself, even if he denies it. So as much as Entropy may think he deserves to die, he can’t do it. It’d do him more harm than good.

Oh, yeah. One more thing.

Obsidian's team, the Meme Squad, Justice Reigns, and the Resistance in JMV are all working together to try and un-fuse Entropy. the resistance is being super shady about who they are but Obsidian's team just silently agrees to pretend they 100% believe their 'underground militant organization' isn't the resistance.

Aaand, as a side effect of all this confusion, Jade and Zuli got out! i was thinking they ended up staying with the Meme Squad but I don't remember if I said anything about it or if I just thought it really hard.

bonus from the discord server

also he almost got a mullet

[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