Quadruplets?!

(feat. unfortunate dark haired sidekicks)

For Segawatober2022 Day 10 : Crossovers!

@a-regretful-rpg Day 20 - AUs

A bit late bc I got many stuffs to do urrghhh

But I decided to join Segawatober!

Here's Day1+2 so far! <33

Segawatober2022

1. Dreams

2. Identity

3. Cooking and Baking

4. Hospital

5. Blessed

6. Gods and spirits

7.  Ideal

8. Jealous

9. Fishing

10. Crossovers

11. Balloons

12. Friends and families

13. Monsters

14. Travel

15. Cursed

16. Creatures

17. Memories

18. Eyes

19. Shops

20. AUs

21. Rest

22. Reflections

23.  Death

24. Nature

25. Headcanons

26. OCs

27. Farethere City

28. End Roll

29. Walking on a Star Unknown

30. Untranslated games (the As Usual games, Tower of Hanoi, Type & Hope, Ect.)

31. Happy Halloween!

(art by @ater-nova​)

Segawatober 2022 Day 9 - Fishing

I don't know quite how to feel about this one, done a bit quickly cause I wasn't super inspired today. Haven't written a ton of End Roll yet so hopefully do some more in addition to this soon.

Enjoy!

TW: Discussion of things not being real

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The air is cold

There’s a fish rod in his hands

And the river is calm

Russell isn’t quite used to it, the tranquility of the area. He barely knows which part of his brain came up with this place, but he’s not necessarily complaining more so that he just thinks it's weird. The Pengi and Snow Spirits are quiet but kind companions, and appreciate his help in fishing up Stellafish. 

He knows he doesn’t have much time left, can feel the dream wearing down in the backs of his mind and the edges go fuzzy in the world and things go wrong. He knows this village isn’t real, that none of this is real. The peace he feels is manufactured by himself to give him the respite he doesn’t deserve. This will all end soon. He doesn’t want it to.

And so Russell stands at the edge of a river and pretends the cold he feels is true, that the weight of the rod is as heavy as it’d be if he was truly fishing, and closes his eyes in the arctic village. He breathes in, breathes out, and feels near the calmest he’s ever felt alone in his life. Only the people of the nameless town make him feel like this. Only the delusions his mind created get him to relax his shoulders, to forget the world for a while. It’s sad. This will not last forever.

But how desperately he wishes it would.

Day 3

I forgot to post here silly me

it’s oc day for segawatober, you know i had to draw all my ocs for it

Segawatober 2022 Day 8 - Jealous

Finally time to return to writing my boy Jekyll. Missed writing from his perspective, desperately need to replay Farethere(it's been like 6 months?) so the characterization might be offbeat but it's nice to write personally. Teared up a bit writing this actually, and for the life of me can't figure out why. A part of me calls to this character I guess. Nonetheless enjoy!

TW: Discussion of death and forgetting

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Jekyll is not often seized by emotion. Especially in death his days are boring, simple. Get up, do repairs, talk with the others, go to bed. The little ones coming to the city added a bit of life, even on his worst days they bring a bit of a smile to his face. But nonetheless, he’s fallen into a routine now and feels. Settled.

But being settled lets those damn thoughts back, and reflection has never fared well for Jekyll. 

He’s always been straightforward, preferring to be blunt over coy, and show emotion over hiding them. So damn it's hard not to let what lies under the surface come up when he sees people like Yarkov, or Hiro, or Jamiga existing so easily. He can name it, it’s jealousy. Being aware has few benefits, the main one being able to help the kids reckon with their own awakenings. But beyond that, it's not a great existence. He knows some in the town are happy to be aware, saying ignorance was hurtful. But Jeykll can’t help but feel even in awareness he’s missing something. Someone perhaps. It feels off.

Even still, awareness comes with risk. Insanity means either banishment, death, or rebirth. Jekyll can’t do that shit again, so Farethere is his best bet. And yet he can’t help but wish he didn’t remember. Didn’t remember how he died, his shit life, anything. Stayed in the bliss where he believed his whole life was spent in Farethere. Now he’s saddled with nightmares and pain where there wasn’t any before. Old aches that he left in life coming back to haunt him in death. In the moments he dwells on it with the whole crowd, Gilbert usually catches his eye and drags him for tea later on, offering help. One of these days Jekyll will give in, let him in, but it sure ain’t yet. So for now he sits in jealousy, wishing to return to ignorance, as violet eyes and simpering smiles see right through him. At least Gilbert is nice enough to not press. It’s an alright afterlife.

It'd still be better if he could have those memories erased again…

Segawatober 2022 Day 5 - Blessed

Sup homies, back with another piece. Now this might be the oddest connection I’ve made yet, but Dogma gives me Augustine vibes(I’m taking a class on the Confessions so maybe that’s it). But essentially I wrote a piece in an Augustinian style but with Dogma. Tad bit out there but I hope it’s cool nonetheless, it’s a bit outside my normal style. Oh also I don’t have a computer for the next few days so phone updates only rip.

TW: Lots of like religious Shit?

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Dogma kneels before the altar, the Goddess statue broken but still there, and he thinks it ironic considering the day. Cody and Russell had left a bit ago, and for that he is glad. His mind swirls with images of screaming plants, of fire, and motherly cries. He feels the most restless he’s been in years, and so he does what he has always done when lost, he prays.

“My Lady, My Savior, I call out to thee. For, in this state of confusion, I call out to the one who pulled my ignorant mind from its trappings and showed me the way. Who burnt the vines that surrounded my soul to make it fresh again. For you are Truth and Warmth and Love, and in you, I find myself reborn.

Goddess answer the call of your wretched follower, for I am lost once more and do not know how to proceed. You saw as I saw the conditions in the town of funerals, the beasts that walked among the plants possessed by some other force. The apparition of the tree whom looked so much like you O Highest, I was left within a stupor. But she was not you, for you would not attack a child so unworthy of pain. You would not shout at our newest town member, for while he is odd, he is innocent. I know that you are Good, and that evil is your absence and hence that place was left out form your light, my Goddess.

I ask much for such a lowly pastor, but please consider my selfish wish. Shine light upon that town, who have not seen your dignity and grace and were left within the darkness. Allow them to repent for their sins, tell me how to guide them and you will find me as always your willing servant. I shall do as you command but please. Save those people. And save Russell from witnessing such atrocities, he is but a young boy still growing. Allow them to accept the Oneness, let them praise you and find peace. Please my Goddess. Please save them where I cannot.”

Tears streak down his face as he begs, wishing for a peace that is not to be found. His head lowers down to his knees as he breaks, assuming a fetal position before his Goddess, the Mother. The minute his eyes lower to the ground, the statue breaks further at his plea, breaking when he cannot see.

A false god can save no one after all, and the boy is not innocent.

Segawatober 2022 Day 2 - Identity

I totally didn't forget this while doing my HW what are you talking about hahaha......

Anyway I had the idea when I saw the prompt, not as long executed as I hoped but hey I hope y'all like it.

TW: Death, suicide, talks of not being real or reality not being real

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Ah… So the young one wasn’t joking. Russell stands before Kantera, shaking like a leaf. His eyes are turned away in shame, hair casting a shadow. Kantera’s mind spins with the revelation.. but he supposes it makes sense. There were moments, here or there, where memories seemed. Wrong. Where he thought he was a human like Russell or Tabasa, with no horns or wings. Seems he was correct after all. It’s odd to think that he really isn’t anything more than just a drug-related hallucination. The fact he can act, and feel, and think. A strange existence really, one Kantera can’t even begin to understand. But is it truly his pain he feels? Looking at Russell, Kantera realizes with sharp clarity just how. Real he seems. Fully fleshed out and known, with so many facets and avenues to understand. The true emotions and life of a 14 year old boy. How strange it is to be just. The memory of someone you are and at the same time are not. The interpretation of someone else and not yourself. And yet this is the only life he has known apparently. His memories of his youth, his job, his… Grandfather. The grandfather Kantera knew was never truly his. Oh dear. Nothing of him is his own. It is all Russell’s, his memory. Even the real Kantera is lost to him. And yet, here in this moment, Kantera wants to live. Despite it all being a lie, the pain and hurt he feels not being his own, perhaps even his happiness. Kantera wants to live. He pleads with Russell as such, knowing or perhaps knowing only a shadow of wanting to run from your sins(oh god his sins aren’t his own, he’s innocent isn’t he). Russell dying in the dream won’t make his real counterpart’s murder go away. But the child insists, and Kantera can’t find it in himself to not abide by the wish of the one who he supposes gave him form. But as he tells Russell to prepare, he can’t help but give a bittersweet smile. For in killing Russell he kills himself and the others too. What a fucked up goodbye to a fucked up world. 

“I’ll do it soon…

Goodnight, Russell”

He slits the boy's throat, and all goes black.

Segawatober 2022 Day 1 - Dreams

It's ya boi back at it again with the segawatober prompts. Really trying to do every day this year hopefully. Anyway, enjoy!

TW: Talks of death and mourning

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Fukuro’s memories of their mother are fuzzier than Eddie’s, and she knows it. She wasn’t around for as long, and while she learned much from her, she still doesn’t come as easily to mind. And yet, in her dreams, her mother is still there. Fukuro dreams of soft, terracotta hair that she learned to braid with. She dreams of a melodic voice and work-hardened hands guiding her on how to make the best soup she’s ever produced. Of learning languages and ingredients and how to check for poison. Learning about spirits and other planets. Of simple, but important moments that shaped who she is. In the beginning, she would often wake crying as her brother comforted her through her tears. They both dream of mother, as she was in life as in death. It hurt in the beginning, but now it is bittersweet. She never wants to forget, but time is cruel and already she has become fuzzy like an old painting. But Fukuro knows she will never forget the most important thing, for she remembers the reason they started this journey of mourning. Her mothers whispered wish for them to go through the cosmos and cook for its people and learn from them too, to finish teaching them what she couldn’t. Owuls are active creatures, and their versions of mourning are no different. And so, as she nods off and dreams often, she sees her mother and remembers why she is doing this. 

Eddie’s dreams, ever since mother passed, have been bittersweet. He can see her clearly, almost as if she was still there. He feels her warmth and her comfort, and it soothes the thing that hurts inside of him. He knows that Fukuro is much of the same, even if the memories aren’t as clear for her due to her young age. He dreams of her teaching him to cook, to take care of injuries, and to read. Her hands guiding him through the motions of building and repair. Her gentle smile and the wrinkles that softened her face. Her hands in his hair when she decided it wasn’t laying right. He remembers her stories of traveling before she settled down in her homeland again, of the many many places she’d been. He remembers her, even when it hurts, and he sees her in his dreams. And for that reason is he so set on their journey, because he knows that’s what she wanted most. Because even if she is gone, she is with them as they travel and see the things she always wanted to show them. They keep her alive, in the waking world and not. 

And that’s all she ever could have asked of them. To allow her to watch over them, even when she is gone.

Segawatober Day 3 - Cooking and Baking

Another quick one, not feeling too inspired today sorry homies.

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The siblings gathered around the stove for their last night in Calpucca. They asked all their friends to meet them in the city square since they wanted one last hurray before they had to take off in the morning. The fireflies glow brightly as music plays and people dance. Desmond might even be smiling. They put in the mushrooms, the spices, and then the meat. They turn the heat up and down accordingly to keep the food at the temperatures their mother drilled into their heads. People are looking over questioningly through the whole process, and they see Corme smile at the meat being added. And so, as the soup simmers down to completion, they pick up the brown pot and put out the bowls to serve. Everyone scrambles over, they know well now that the Owul’s cooking is divine, and marvel at the dish. Made from some of the dried ingredients the siblings managed to save on their ship, they produced a traditional Owul dish for people to enjoy. A soup meant for sharing with family, and as they sit down to eat, they tell the group as such. A few teary eyes and some good food later, the group dances together one more time. And as goodbyes are said, in true Owul fashion, everyone is set home with a few extra servings of the dish, to remember them by.

None of the Calpuccans have managed to replicate it since they left. But damn, for the next time the Owuls come back, they’ll try.

did something for the first day of segawatober2022 super last minute lol

character is @an-actual-lizard‘s end roll oc, isabelle, as she appears in her happy dream!

here’s the song that lyrics are in the background are form

Segawatober 2022 Day 11 - Balloons

I'm skipping Day 10 for rn, I will do so tomorrow. I will finish these prompts before Monday, mark my words. Anyway, take this offering!

TW: Mention of murder and desecration of dead bodies? Also clowns

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The Grudge Circus, besides Tofu Town, was the only place that the Owul siblings were actually fully welcomed. Among the terrifying tunes of the circus, the tents made of wanderers, and souls with anger too great to let go, the aliens were accepted. It felt…. off. To look at the green balloons of a circus made of the dead, and know that it was a place they could sit and not feel judged. Not be looked at suspiciously for being foreign. They couldn’t blame the Calpuccans, it’s understandable why they were so hesitant. But still. It was nice to have a place where they could come in and be met with more than tolerance. The clowns loved hearing about their travels, asking the hows and whys and wheres til the siblings could barely speak anymore. The young girl they brought was especially attached, looking so happy to be among spirits like her. The ringleader told them it was a miracle she didn’t become haunted, so consumed by anger like that all alone. For all the Grudge Circus did that was plain creepy and wrong, it was a safe place for spirits to not turn fully evil. It was a place of rest for the souls that can’t. Though they still were a bit strange, seen when the siblings gathered the courage to look into their eyes. They were always bloodshot, and slightly strained, but still coherent. Consumed by hatred but still in some ways happy. The circus had horrific beginnings, formed from a murdered troupe, but it made itself into something somewhat amazing. So even though their skin crawled, they couldn’t look at the balloons without knowing how they came to be, how they couldn’t really settle, the circus was one of the places the aliens felt safe. And so they came back, one final time to say goodbye. And they were greeted with smiles and cheers and well wishes. 

It was heartwarming.

Segawatober Day 7 - Ideal

Speedrun.

Seriously though, felt like making a companion piece to what I just wrote like 20 minutes ago since that whole scenario is fresh on my mind. Yurika is one of my favorite segawa characters but I'm always a little afraid to tackle her since character voice is a weakness of mine so I hope it turned out okay.

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She’s free. 

Holy shit, she’s free.

After all these centuries, The Requiem Maiden is finally free.

The Cyuize accessories hang lightly but noticeably on her person. It's been so long since she felt any change. The sun shines on her face, a glow and warmth she missed dearly. It dances along her skin like fire, stinging just a bit after being in the shadows for so long. She breathes in and is met with a sweet, fresh scent that she inhales into her bones and it lifts a weight off her shoulders so great that she stumbles under it being taken off. Fukuro catches her and helps bring her to a steady standing position. She feels the ground beneath her feet and it doesn’t feel as if it would swallow her whole at any moment. Opening her eyes, it’s bright, so much brighter than she remembered. The grass is green, the flowers are white, and there’s a memorial she’s never seen before. Speaking of the war, the ones that had fallen, the ones now at rest. Reaching for it, supported by aliens of all people, it feels cool under her palm. 

It reaches back to her, and she can’t help but weep at the sheer force of the gratitude the stone pushes to her. She did her job. She did it well. 

The Requiem Maiden can stop singing her melancholy song, and she can rest too. She can see all the things Phrodite told her when she was still too far out of reach. She can be Yurika again, she can be a Mayflau again. She can have her sister back. Yurika can be free. 

And as her planet welcomes her back to it, she cannot help but think she wouldn’t want her freedom day to be anything but this. It’s simply… ideal. Perfect.

She’s free.

Segawatober Day 6 - Gods and Spirits

Whoops, kinda forgot to finish this yesterday so have it today. Not super happy with it, but I think the concept of the sprites going through the process of rebirth on Calpucca instead of going to somewhere like the path from farethere to be something that could be fun to explore.

TW: Ghosts

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Phrodite didn’t fully understand the way her powers worked. While her mentor was great and did so much to try and set her up for success, there are some things that simply cannot be taught. She is learning this the hard way. Calpucca is a land of spirits, of those who cannot pass on yet. It is also a planet of rebirth. From her studies, these places aren’t too common when spirits remain on their own home planet’s “realm” so to speak, but instead, usually rebirth occurs in spirit realms beyond the one she resides in. A place she may never see.

And since the spirits, sometimes called sprites, reside on her planet, they are her responsibility. Unfortunately, she has no idea how to talk with them. Mayflau naturally have an affinity, having descended from them after all, but she was always stilted in her responses and scared to make a wrong move. Sprites are fickle beings and she never wanted to accidentally cause one to become a ghost. Few experiences hurt more than that, the highway haunts her enough as it is. How she wishes she could change both those ghosts’ and Yurika’s state.

In theory, she might have the power to free ghosts from their state of “stuck” and allow them to become sprites so they can be reborn. Unfortunately, no one sent her a masterclass in the subject so, in actuality, she’s got no luck. She has to rely on her wits and tongue alone and isn’t that somewhat ironic. A goddess powerless to help beyond pleading and scheming, able to teleport and summon but unable to free. It hurts.

But even if she can’t rely on her powers, she was a force even before she received them. Perhaps she can find different ways to free her land from the shadows that look over it, and the sprites can stop glaring at her wherever she goes for their ghostly brethren. Perhaps even those new aliens could help. They seem like the kind and adventurous type.

There are few times Phrodite wishes she was closer to the other gods, but damn did she wish she could ask Evenezer or even Desmond for advice. But alas she is the lone goddess of Calpucca, so alone she will scheme.