#khalil edmundo

[godsoftheshell]

Baby Come Back

Chapter 3: now it's much too late for me to take a second look

“AGH!” 

The noise the man made was not a pleasant one— Etreeni had punctured him with all three of its prongs in the torso and the man’d pulled it out, bleeding on the sanded ground. They landed in what looked to be the same resort, but with the way the timelines looked, everything was cracking and multiplying with new possibilities and opportunities that I’zhar took as quickly as possible. 

“Stand down.” I’zhar said, calling back Etreeni. The man coughed out red blood, splattering on the ground, looking back at I’zhar with a scowl in the face. Here, I’zhar finally saw what the man looked like. The nose was arched, eyebrows connected to each other. The eyes were lined with white and the markings on the face illuminated the same way too. 

“I don’t want to do this.” The man said, getting up as the wound closed, skin mending it together just as the veins of the forearms lit up, down from the elbows to the tips of the fingernails, I’zhar realized it was from the energy of the sun. The rays they were underneath pointed and spiraled into little sparks, and the further the man would absorb the harder it would be to fight against.

Then three timelines closest to theirs appeared: one where I’zhar swung the trident forward, causing the man to break the charge. The next was where I’zhar spun Etreeni in all six of his arms, kicking the trident forward and launching it straight to the chest to kill. The last was I’zhar taking in the man’s vision to steer away to a timeline of his own. 

Just as I’zhar was about to take the third timeline, though, he noticed a shift. 

The timeline cracked open to another branch, bright with light, and as soon as I’zhar caught it the man had punched the ground and the resulting effect threw I’zhar into a pillar. 

“What have you done?” I’zhar asked for the second time, landing back down to one knee. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the man said, panting, “who are you? What are you doing here?”

“I have fallen into another dimension with you.”

“No— I meant in general, what are you doing here?!”

“My reasons involve Nevica’s.” Three options: he’d continue talking, or he could fight instead, or he could turn and look for Nevica on his own. Two of those paths lead to nowhere but branch back to a further timeline, but I’zhar had no idea what the man’s powers were capable of now that the man had interfered with the flow of time.

So he continued talking, cherry picking each word appropriate to allow for peace. 

Good.

“What…?” He asked, standing still.

“We are here to stop Seresa.” He said. The dimension didn’t allow him to seek the first one’s timelines. His memory of the first timelines he saw was terrible. “The further he shall go, the more damage our realities will take.”

The timeline was about to shift again, but I’zhar settled down onto the sand. 

Ease the god, ease the danger. 

“Is that a third eye? Do you see the future?” He asked, drawing a little closer to him.

“I see all of time. I am aware of what will happen if you continue to fight against us.”

“I have to.”

“You do not.”

The man’s lips flattened, tongue darting to swipe over it, then he swallowed. “I can change things, okay? Tita’s doing this because he found a solution to get him back. It’ll be all better once this is over, I can make it that way!” 

I’zhar blinked. In seconds later the man would mention his name, but I’zhar took it immediately, shifting to the neighboring timeline. “’Jose’? Who is Jose?”

The man frowned, “… My best friend. His son.” 

“You believe you can create a difference just to bring Jose back to you?”

“I don’t believe, I know.” The man insisted, “If you and Nevica can’t allow that, then I’m sorry.”

I’zhar tilted his head. His mouth fell flat, clenching his jaw, eyes wide. The timeline would not bode well if he would aggravate the man, except that, in this moment, it didn’t matter. 

He called back Etreeni and the man dodged it on its way. I’zhar leaped upwards, catching his weapon and spinning it in his hand, spearing the weapon forward while small bursts of light were trying to stop him. Then the timelines kept shifting, the branches going further the more the man moved, and the heat bubbling in the back of his head was growing more intense as he snapped forward, frustrated and yelling. 

Do not let your rage consume you.

A voice— not just any voice echoed in his mind. I’zhar tried to continue, only to continually miss despite the promises the timeline was trying to bring. It kept breaking apart as the lights in the man’s hands flashed even more desperately. 

What do you see in front of you? Not with the future, but in the present. 

“—light—“ I’zhar answered, then realized it— he split Etreeni on one end, piercing the man’s hand through the palm and grabbing his other wrist, snapping it. The man screamed, caught between wanting to reposition his wrist or pulling the weapon out. 

“SILENCE!” I’zhar demanded, grabbing the man by the hair as the man began to sink to the knees, hyperventilating through the pain. The man looked back up at I’zhar, angry, but in a few seconds would later have tears in the eyes.

“Fuck you,” the man hissed, hitching a sob. 

“You will not interfere with time any longer.” I’zhar growled, pulling from the scalp and maneuvering his head. 

“Are you going to kill me?” 

I’zhar looked to the timelines that let him kill him. The next, where he’d spared him. The man screwed his eyes shut.

What would be worth to keep?

Why is his voice coming back to him out of all these times? 

Why are you— “… here…” I’zhar whispered. The man’s eyes opened.

Answer my question.

I’zhar felt it. He saw it. Dark blue fingers, silk red and black fabric. White wings stretched around him as he leaned over, curly blond hair lightly touching over his cheeks, neck and shoulders. Every time he spoke, his chest rumbled with its depth.

“Spare…” I’zhar echoed his own thought. It was like he was surrounded by black again, the only light source being the both of them. Blue light would occasionally shape their space, but none would last long. 

Good. Guide yourself to it.

“But…”

Then the feeling of his presence was gone, because the man had finally removed Etreeni’s fork from his hand and, in the middle of healing, hit I’zhar with a burst of light. 

I’zhar fell backwards, snapped back to the present, and just as the man was escaping he growled and put his weapon together. Despite the timeline showing that he missed, he threw it anyway. Something in the air broke open into another dimension, and the man disappeared into it. 

I’zhar clenched his jaw once more. His fists, more so. He called back Etreeni, and just as he did he planned on throwing the things laid beside him that hadn’t been damaged from the fight. 

Instead, he heard the sound of cracking, looking to the side where the source was. It was another rift.

Moving towards it, holding Etreeni to the edges of the cracks, he pried open the shattering air and entered the next dimension.

#earth's most ethereal: mistakes were made #fantasy stories #fantasy #gods #oc stories #oc #worldbuilding #stories #i'zharshki / jacus #khalil edmundo #oc writing

[creamypalazzo]

reinforcing the fact i have jojo ocs and i will force everybody awake rn to look at my struggles

#artpop #ive decided im gonna post jojo related art here and just shove them in my art blog later #or #probably not i have no idea #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba oc #skyward sea #jose jovente #seresa alcoseba #khalil edmundo #oc #original character #lol concept art lmao

[godsoftheshell]

Baby Come Back

Chapter 2: nakakabaliw lumalabas sa 'yong bibig

On their way there to El Nido, I’zhar kept his eyes on him. They had been leaping into the air and landing lightly on the waters, using it as a way to catapult them back upwards with the strength of Nevica’s power in their bodies.

Nevica’s braided, upwards pointing hair was a bright blond, reflective of the afternoon sun. The eyebrows naturally furrowed to an angle that pointed downwards, eyes chinky and, just like the sky, settled on a bright blue. The lines, the drawings on the face were called tattoos, symbols that I’zhar hadn’t recognized for anything familiar, but looked close to the “life” he was the god of. He had a top that had a hood to the side, silver armor in the shape of one of the Earth’s flowers on his body. The rest were fabric that draped down to his knees. Blue, most of his body was, except his skin. It was a deep warm brown. 

Their path wasn’t as far. It was much easier to blink forward to time, but I’zhar wouldn’t want to waste the extra power Nevica had passed on to him in this part of the timeline. It was a clean timeline, not like the other ones I’zhar kept going to. That thing had drenched them in its filth and none had ended the way I’zhar wanted them to end. This was the only timeline he hadn’t touched, but where it was going was different. He looked onwards, only to find many more branches of time split into unusual sections and shapes. Forks of those branches split the timelines, not in its usual manners but all were grouped in ways that I’zhar couldn’t find which one would be the right one to use. They were geometric, incoherent. He decided he’d pick the closest one to their current path— something covered in unusual lines. 

It wasn’t going to be stable, I’zhar tracked, he himself had doubts about what could happen even if he was going to guide them. He didn’t want to guide them. Then Nevica turned back.

  “What do you—“

“See?” I’zhar asked, then answered: “A cluster of timelines. They are not grouped the way they usually would be.” 

“What does that mean?”

“It means it is difficult to navigate what with our destination not being reached.”

“Are we going to be okay?”

“Not for long. Be prepared for the pain you will experience.” 

Then Nevica looked forward. “Like I’m not already,” he muttered. 

In his vision he’s witnessed the sight of a god with red hair and red clothes draped over the body. Another, a younger, darker, taller god had looked more like the humans; except white lines curled and framed his face and over the bridge of his nose. The visuals were as faint as fast as they had come— staying present, staying conscious, especially in one timeline was usually the reason they moved too fast. He was used to his body being projected through time, not in one place in one time. Then he looked at Nevica once more, just after glancing back at how he would later approach that red-haired god and found out that they had known each other. 

Or, that was what I’zhar understood. He looked through Nevica’s eyes, then moved backwards, only to feel a fist connect to his face and look back at the same red-haired god scowling at him, tears in the face. 

“NEVER APOLOGIZE— YOU DON’T GET TO APOLOGIZE!” The red-haired god yelled, but he felt Nevica’s body turn away and leave. His feet crunched the wet— what they called, sand, the ocean waves push and pulling against the grains. It all disappeared once Nevica had left the island, I’zhar unable to see the state of the rest of it because Nevica hadn’t looked back.  It took mere seconds before I’zhar returned to his own eyes. Nevica’s reaction— a small shudder, a few blinks, was the only evidence I’zhar had left as Nevica remained oblivious to the way he’d possessed his eyesight and seen his past timeline. 

“Do you feel that?” Nevica asked, landing onto the surface of the water, before they both sprung back up into the air together. 

“What do you feel?” I’zhar asked.

“Weird. Like my eyes felt like they were somewhere else.”

Their movement finally stopped as soon as their feet hit the ground. I’zhar’s first instinct was to stand on the tips of his toes— the pressure of the sand proving too much sensation in its little particles and grains. 

Nevica glanced at him, “you’re gonna have to get used to that,” he said, then his breath shuddered as he held his torso because of the sting. I’zhar looked back at him as Nevica clenched his teeth, “as will you.” 

“Fuck you.” He whispered, in his already soft voice. I’zhar still had no understanding on what that phrase meant.

They moved forward, just to what seemed like an extensive mansion came into view. I’zhar wasn’t sure if that had been the right word, he hadn’t seen habitats similar to what he was seeing, because a small array of houses decorated the same way had surrounded it, and a large, non-houselike shelter was at the center. 

“What am I seeing?” I’zhar asked. Nevica’s footsteps had begun to get heavier.

“That,” Nevica jerked his head forward, “is a resort. The god we’re looking for manages the place. It’s a place to stay for visitors not from around here.” 

“It is…”

“What?”

“Empty. There are no visitors.”

“It’s not—“

“—‘the season’?”

“A season’s a certain time of the year, made from changing months,” Nevica muttered, “nobody’ll be here until another few.” 

“What creates the change?”

“The weather— needs to be hotter if people want to be here.” 

Another pathway opened for them. Instead of following it, though, something strange happened. 

The air around them was cracking. It was as if they were surrounded by glass, except there was no way to contain it at all. Nevica’s throat let out various clicks and noises, straining from reacting to the tension definitely building inside his body. 

I’zhar moved towards the cracks, diverting the pathway for just a mere second— leading to a different timeline just as he decided to touch one of them. It was a small shift, but just as he ran his fingers over the cracks he saw one of the cluttered timelines show themselves.

“What are you doing?” Nevica asked, but both their heads snapped to attention to someone standing on the platform in front of the resort’s main building. It was the red-haired god. Unlike the previous appearance in Nevica’s past, the skin was blackening, filled with clusters of stars that went from the edges of the cheeks to the neck down, some parts of the limbs missing with bright white rings spinning on their ends, and a white void sitting in the middle of the body, the black spiraling down into it as if it was a wormhole.

“Seresa?” Nevica asked. “What…” 

Seresa’s eyes went wide. “Nevica.”

“What are you doing?” He asked, but just as that happened, Seresa had taken a step back, and the clicks and whispers of breaking glass were coming louder and louder. 

“You’re not supposed to be here.” Seresa said. 

“I am now.” Nevica’s face softened, moving closer to him. I’zhar went to grab the back of his shirt.

“No,” I’zhar said, “it’s dangerous.” 

“What?” Nevica looked back at Seresa, then, “Seresa—“

“You should listen to him.” Seresa hissed, and the wormhole in the core twisted inwards, and suddenly the air shattered until it was broken. The pieces of the atmosphere falling to nothing to reveal mirrors of the same place covered in colors and stars, and, what I’zhar could make out, massive differences from each other. I’zhar’s vision was starting to be understood now— the forked shape of the cluster of timelines were from these realities were dimensions. They didn’t belong to the universe they were holding. These alternate universes were from a much bigger scale, with their own beginnings, their own ends, their own timelines, and now with Seresa’s interference they were wide open and accessible.

Just before Nevica could reach Seresa, the cracked glass that suddenly appeared under his feet had shattered, dropping him into the next dimension. 

“NEVICA—“ I’zhar stumbled forwards, then looked back up. The realities were overlapping into his vision, the timelines proving too much to handle, but following blind instinct he’d drawn Etreeni from his wrist and charged at Seresa. A bright light beamed into his face, and just by that simple distraction he stabbed forwards, hearing a yelp that didn’t belong to him, pulling the one he’d stabbed back into his space before hands started to grab and push them both around. 

I’zhar’s stance broke in the process, and soon the god he’d stabbed and he, had fallen into the shattered entrance into the next dimension. 

#baby come back #earth's most ethereal: mistakes were made #izharshki / jacus #nevica #seresa alcoseba #khalil edmundo #rip khalil #fantasy #worldbuilding #fantasy stories #oc stories #oc #oc writing #stories #gods #fantasy gods

[creamypalazzo]

hintayin na lang ang hangin

#artpop #skyward sea #khalil edmundo #benedict kantahan #malia edmundo #incoherent concept doodles of pagtingin #my long since neglected stand #even if i Was proud of making the stand users names so now i have to do things with the designs #oh my god #jojo oc #fanstand #he has arms for legs and was based off spider monkey from ben 10 #haha get it ben #im funny

[creamypalazzo]

oc ramblings again up ahead!! dont mind me

jose jovente’s best friend, khalil edmundo is an arabic-filipino rich kid who has a big thing for counting and numbers and takes care of his 9 siblings at home. his parents are all the way in manila because of work, and have to travel constantly so it was decided that khalil and a yaya be the ones running the house becase they trust him. or, so they think. it gets him riled up because he’s basically raising the kids and his sister happens to be the bane of it all because she’s 14 and angry (more on her later) and he’s always so paranoid of losing his siblings because he didn’t headcount enough. his protectiveness also is reflected in his friendship with jose, as in, while they’re both very close and stupid together khalil is aware that his anxiety is just very bad and treats him like a child because of it. he’s too used to children that he mostly knows how to comfort people in a way a parent would, and to jose it’s annoying. he likes basketball, is very smart and well liked in school, he also has a tendency to brag because, well, he’s rich, but other than that he’s typically nice until provoked. he is highly assertive and speaks out his thoughts, and so people tend to listen and follow him even if he sometimes spurs on bullshit for the sake of it.

his sister, malia edmundo, is 14 and as said, the absolute fucking bane of khalil’s existence simply because she’s sick of being a good kid. she’s learned to do a lot of bad shit but has never let khalil find out or else she’d be so fucking grounded, but other than that, much like him she also speaks her mind but this time doesn’t care about what everybody thinks. she’s very smart, possibly even smarter than khalil, but never puts effort in her academics. she gets in trouble constantly for dress code and insolence, but really doesnt find the need to care about it since it wouldnt really reap true consequences anyway. she likes boys A Lot and has the tendency to follow what “bad kids” do with her peers and other people, and she also does art but never really has the time to anymore. as much as she seems tough, however, she’s very vulnerable and hates having to react emotionally to things regarding her, especially when khalil yells at her for never listening. she’s sensitive and selfish, but she completely gives herself to people that she grows to like (jose and ben) and has terrible attachment issues considering how much she also misses their parents.

#imagination #skyward sea #khalil edmundo #malia edmundo