#oc: ultima

[goblinbugthing]

The True Ultimate Life-form — AU/OC Lore

It was going somewhere. Where was it going? It didn’t know. Just somewhere. It senses a very powerful being in this universe, in this galaxy. It’s nearing the solar system the being is in at alarming speeds.

Still. Too. Slow.

It didn’t warp, even though it could. It just kept flying through the stars, only a little faster. This was as fast as it could go without warping.

Still. Too. Slow.

What kind of God can’t get to its destination when it wants to? Pathetic, really, of the Ultimate Life-form itself.

Pathetic.

Go. Faster.

…

Can’t. Go. Faster.

Must. Go. FASTER.

It didn’t have time for thinking. What kind of God berates itself for something so insignificant?

It stopped in its tracks.

It roared loudly. Nobody heard it. This was in space, after all — the sound waves it produces cannot be carried.

Good. Nobody needed to know it was there.

Nobody would know it was there until it was too late.

“Goodbye. Meaningless universe.”

“Ultima. Marks. Your demise.”

It continued speeding towards its destination.

Warp speed.

A gorgeous planet of green plains and forests, sandy golden deserts, warm autumnal trees, blue oceans, and snowy tundras awaits.

Ultima cares not for its beauty.

All it cares for is the destruction of the Greatest Warrior in the Galaxy.

It will win this time. It has to. It absolutely refuses to accept another humiliating defeat like the last one, millennia ago.

“Soon.

Soon. I will. Regain. What I. Have lost.”

It narrows its many eyes at the planet the energy signature emanates from.

This is the home of its mortal enemy.

The one who destroyed it, innumerable years ago.

“Soul Knight. You. Will not. Defeat me. This time.”

Stars above, what unknowable chaos will befall Gamble Galaxy this time?

[kirby-souljourney-au]

MERCY — AU oneshot

Greatness is a curse. Power is a curse. Holiness is a curse.

She is a curse, and she knows.

But still, she wishes to protect.

She lay motionless on a bed of flower petals and feathers, eyes closed, breathing even, comatose.

Her power was much too great. It had overwhelmed her, and sent her into a deep sleep, thought to be permanent.

Despite the predictions, though, she awoke from her slumber.

She slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the pain of the light burning in her vision. The Healer nearby her shaded her with an umbrella of leaves. He asks, art thou alright?

She blinks. Prithee, what happened here? She muses, memory foggy and blurred. What landed such as she in thy den?

He breathes deeply, closing his eyes momentarily. He dost not know, he was not there to witness it. TheGreat One simply arrived with thee in their arms, injured and unconscious. They hath not said what occurred.

The Hero looks away, down at herself for a few moments, thinking, trying to remember. Her eyes close.

Images fill her mind in split-second flashes, appearing and disappearing rapidly.

All she sees is black, white, and blood red. She cannot process the images her mind provides. They are incomprehensible and incomplete.

Her eyes snap open, wide and afraid. She dost not recall — the memories rush by too quick to decipher. In truth, she dost not wish to remember. It all seems too dark for a pure mind such as hers.

Return to thy dreamscape, Lord, the Healer speaks. Let thine body heal itself. His magic hast done what it can.

She closes her eyes, and lets herself return to the pitch-black sleep her body required.

Ah, she remembers now. Her Divine magic took a great toll on her body, sending her into a deep, multi-week long slumber. The beast she and The Great One hast destroyed was ungodly powerful and wholly unholy — as such, it would require absolute Holiness to defeat it. Divinity of the Soul.

She almost died along with the unholy beast, but against all odds, she survived, waking in the caring hands of her tribe.

…

She knows that she hast become dangerous. This newfound power of hers is volatile.

…She shalt be executed eventually.

…

…Tis for the better.

The Healer returns to the den, holding a small bowl of tea in his palm. Thou art awake, he speaks, handing the tea over to her. She gratefully accepts the drink, sipping at it carefully.

Dost thou recall how thee ended up in a state of comatose? He questions her, sitting beside the bed she rested upon.

Indeed. Indeed she does.

The air was stale and painful to breathe. The beast stood towering above the Hero and the God, bladed arms aimed for their hearts.

…

The God called the Hero’s name, their voice pained and raspy from inhaling the toxic air. From her place on the ground, she opened a single eye, looking towards her companion.

They held something strange in their hand — it glowed beautifully, and radiated pure Holy magic. The beast cringed, squinting its many eyes at the light the God held, backing away cautiously. It seemed to damage it somehow, even if just partially.

The Hero used what energy she could to lift her arm off the ground, reaching out to her closest confidant, body shaking violently. She would be a corpse in a matter of seconds if they didn’t make haste.

The God extended their hand to hers, and the Holy light floated over to her, nearing her dying hand.

Once it contacted her flesh, something truly miraculous happened.

Her entire body was enveloped in the Holy light the God expelled, causing her to glow with Purity. The beast flinched away, screeching in agony as the Holy magic scorched its impure skin.

Suddenly, her energy and life had returned, and she was beginning to float.

She… she couldn’t move.

A sharp sense of pain shot through her entire being, her vessel and Soul alike writhing as it transformed into something far greater than anything believed to be possible.

Her new form, encased fully in bright white and pink flames, shimmered and glowed, causing the beast further agony. It screamed, its skin beginning to sizzle and smoke as the Holy magic surrounding the area began slowly burning it away.

Her six wings flapped and she flew into the air gracefully, floating above the beast, absolute Purity destroying it piece by piece. It continued making its wretched sounds and it slowly died, and the Hero simply watched it happen.

She floated idle until the beast made a last-stand attempt to impale her with its blades. She teleported away quickly before it could damage her. Various Spears of the Heart formed above and around her as she prepared her counter attack. The beast again screeched at her Holy power devouring its very being. She sent the flurry of Pure weapons down into the beast’s body, deep red blood pouring out of each wound they made.

These Spears of the Heart were not as they were normally. They were fully charged with Purity and the raw power of the Hero’s soul itself, making them the greatest weapons to have ever been used.

Somehow, the beast survived the attack. It began to grow a ball of dark energy above itself, and the Hero sent more Spears of the Heart into its form, though it barely reacted. It was too focused on building this dark energy blast to care about the injuries it sustained. It had one mission, and one mission alone: destroy the Greatest Warrior in the Universe. It did not need to survive in the end.

The Hero brought out the beginnings of a similar attack, charged with Purity and the Holy magic of the Ykka themselves.

The two godlike beings threw their attacks at each other, light exploding from the collision between Pure and Evil. The beast shrieked in agony as the light hit its face, its war cry piercing the Universe itself — the nearby God covered their ears. Its unholy scream was painful and dangerous, threatening to corrupt them.

But, the Great Hero of Eternity prevailed.

Her Holy magic burst through the beast’s attack, blasting into its face and beginning to obliterate its body. It screamed louder, in more pain than anyone else could have ever experienced in their feeble mortal lives. The beast still fought, sending attacks of pure darkness wherever it possibly could. The Warrior did what none could ever imagine.

Out from her hand, a being of Absolute Purity emerged, charging at the impure being with ferocity unseen in millions upon millions of years. The Pure Being attacked, holding the beast still so that it could no longer counter the Holy Warrior in front of it.

The Holy Light enveloped the beast, it’s agonized screams filling the wasteland in which they battled. Soon enough, its body had dissipated, never to be seen again.

The Warrior collapsed onto the ground, Divinity having taken quite the toll on her body. She could no longer move. It was difficult to breathe,though her Soul Divinity purified the toxic air. She was in great amounts of pain, but she did not react. She was unable to, in this state of paralysis.

The Pure Being she summoned did not leave for another few moments. It turned to the God with a kind look in its eyes, and spoke. Oh, how glad it was to gaze upon The Great One’s face once again after so many millennia.

It then disappeared in a puff of smoke, sparks, and Holy lights, not saying another word as its essence returned to the Warrior whom summoned it.

It never spoke its name, but somehow, she knew.

Ynufouu.

Ah, so that is what occurred? The healer mused. She dost understand how dangerous such power is, correct?

Yes, she does. She was fully aware she had brought upon the Universe the power of the Ykka themselves, and she knew she was, by proxy, a threat due to her untamed magical abilities. Her newfound Divinity was not something she could ever control, and thus, she would not continue with it,

However, as she was prepared to be executed the next day, her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She was afraid. She did not want to die.

But nobody does, and her power was far too great for anyone to handle, even including The Great One themselves.

It had to happen, lest tragedy strike, and she returned as the new Ultima.

At dawn, she laid down on the slab of rock, eyes closed as she waited for the end.

The Yonna surrounding her began to chant their spells, starting the casting away of her life.

She felt nothing, but only momentarily. Soon, the Ykka brought their magic down upon her weakened form, bringing about unfathomable agony, much like what she imagined the beast had endured when she struck it down. She shrieked as the crystals began to encase her, though she did not resist. If she were meant to live, this spell would not be working.

Only a few agonized minutes later, she was fully crystallized. Her body now took on a shimmering, pink glow, signifying the completion of the ritual.

That meant… they were too late.

The Great One stood nearby, eyes wide and full of rage and grief as they stared at the scene in front of them.

Their closest friend was now a crystal. They had lost what meant everything to them.

This was the brutal end of the Great Eterna Hero.

What an unfortunate event. She saved the Multiverse, and willingly let herself die just a month later.

Such is the way of lives as ancient as hers.

How will her dear friend fare after her untimely demise? I wonder.

[chicinlicin]

Lost star - Ultima Thule

[startheskelaton]

Rival school teachers

[luxu-loveskh]

I will never post anything except memes it seems

the thinking bubble is from my oc only

og imgs and some rambling from me

Making comics hard

and i still need to finisj *checks notes*

my sec kh comic

my vtuber model

qnd several assets for q game i rarely work on

....

Damn

for now

LLOYD TINY EVERYBODY

[punchelf]

Duty

i am both the sacrificial lamb and the executioner the scapegoat and the swordslayer the one screaming and the angel of death -Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

Elftober, Day 28

[tearlunars]

your role has come to an end.

[myreia]

— vi. stay | follow

It is an inevitability, she feels, that they are always a little out of step, a little out of sync. One ahead, the other behind, a shadow to the other’s light. Pulled together not by fate nor by destiny, but by a small series of choices that are greater than the sum of its parts. They will always find each other—to the very end.

[gobs-stuff]

sipping soup all by yourself, handsome?

[eliotlime]

I dont remember ever posting about him but i redesigned my freak bitch fabula ultima character, Pluto recently

[dukesnukes]

SARGE DESIGN FOR @nuclearnerves'S WORLD BUILD 'TERRA ULTIMA'!!!

[goblinbugthing]

so soul bosses right

[akirakirxaa]

[ day 10 : promise ]

Persephone reappeared before the Ragnarok. Her right arm hung limply at her side, her left clutching her ribs where she knew blood still oozed out of a particularly nasty gash. She lifted her eyes; she saw the scions gathered at the ship in various states of distress but seeming to be unharmed. And just a little ways from them, she saw her husbands, whole and hale and still there. It was worth it, it was all... It was all... She staggered forward, unable to stop her smile as pained as it was, just as Hades caught sight of her and moved towards her in turn, Hythlodaeus on his heels. Persephone managed only a few more steps before her legs gave out, tumbling forward just as Hades reached her, catching her just in time and holding her close in his lap. "I thought," Hades began, his every word strained, "that you said we would stay together from now on." His words were scolding, but she could see the fear on his face and wished she could muster the energy to reach out to touch him. Alas, now that she was safe her body seemed to have decided it was done pushing past limits. "I know," she smiled ruefully at him. "I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again."

[ masterpost ]

[starrysnowdrop]

Lalapril 2024 🖤 Day 10: Silence

“Meteion, I have crossed the universe to find you. I have seen the profound despair that you found on every star you encountered on your journey, felt the pain of the millions of lives screaming out for oblivion, heard the echoes of the deafening silence of this place. And you know what? The song of hope is alive, even if you can’t hear it. I’m not going to give up on you, I won’t leave you here alone. Please, Meteion, come home…” ~ Hali

[starryscale-art]

i know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as i do, as much as i do.

[auvo-tuulai]

it's time for a new song.