𝑌𝑢𝑏𝑎𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠

Z3R0

i set strict rules for myself when it comes to writing otherwise extremely powerful characters/ocs.

its not fun when they’re arrogant or power tripping maniacs.

Yubar here is an observer, of sorts. Indifferent to pain and suffering, loving to the “natural order” of things

“ Enough of my words.

Are there any questions you may ask of me? ”

He’s seen the very powers of Dreamers themselves.

“ Perhaps it is of my own opinion that I cannot see any wrong in what you have, indirectly, done.

If the mortals of this world hold disdain for you, they appear quite lax about it. ”

Sitting up, his hands fell to his legs once more.

—>

“ I see. ”

Yubar fell silent for a moment, hands clasping together as he processed the information.

“ Commanding the celestial bodies is no easy feat. . . However, I can deduce that many in this world possess substantial abilities. ”

Truly, it wasn’t all that surprising to him.

—>

power was considerably reduced outside of his reality.

“ I ask out of simple curiosity. You, in turn, may ask whatever you so wish. ”

and dark, they are of a cyclical nature, yes? Assuming, of course, this reality follows a linear time. ”

It was all too clear this entity was not of this reality, but a force of both law and disorder of another. Though, away from his garden of stars, planets, and other astronomical objects, his

—>

“ Yubar, ” the being answered with no hesitation.

Rather still he stayed as they examined him. Such composure was. . . well, otherworldly. The stellar god did give off a rather indifference to the things.

“ May I ask what it is you have done? I bear no ill will, of course. Good, evil, light

—>

literal twink yet the most powerful being to exist

“ If I make minor configurations to this star, I could end all life on the planet simply by providing it extra hydrogen.

Why not? ”

“ My apologies if I have disturbed the tranquil nature of this world. ”

The being slowly levitated closer to Aoki, a trail of ghostly blue ‘dust’ trailing behind him from his robes.

“ Have I disturbed you? ”

The stranger’s head turned, white eyes locking onto the canine that called out to him.

This being was strange: Eyes of white, what may seem empty, were slightly luminescent. Even more odd, he had no mouth, yet the words about to ring out from him were not directional, but rather omnipresent.

—>

the entity, a ghastly blue trickling from his robe. The very essence of galaxy making, star forming material.

“ You appear most curious. I see in your eyes an omen, as do others.

Perhaps a deed so dark that many dare not tread upon you? ”

The structure of words left him with gravity, wisdom called forth from many eons since the birth of a universe.

Mere specs of dust floated around

—>

Eyes as white and ethereal as a storybook ghost locked onto the strange man. A gaze with thousands of questions would follow them as they sat just next to him.

The man spoke, but there was no mouth to speak from. No, it was rather an omnipresent voice localised just to the other.

—>

who created it?

Ah, forgive me, my friend, ” his eyes retuned to the wyvern, “ surely flying stationary is tiring, no? Mind if we continue this conversation on the ground? I am much eager to learn about you and your species. ”

“ Surely there must be a reason for such titles. . . Bah! It matters not, for those answers may never come. ”

His gaze shifted, looking now up at the star high above.

“ For one that flies, how do you feel of your celestial flame? It is off on an optimal axis by nineteen percent.

I wonder,

—>

“ Chaotic? How it is that you have coined such a name, hm? ”

He floated slowly, ever closing the distance, whilst leaning forward as a hand pressed against his chin.

Those eyes shifted, viewing the black scales clashing with the white-gold ones. A creature of light and dark, he could assume.

“ . . .

I—. ”

artificial intelligence, meet natural stupidity

i may be stupid

Such a small creature compared to the Magala, yet it denied such fear that usual inhabitants of this world would have.

“ Formalities may commence. . .

I am Yubar. I hail as a god from a world afar. And of you, winged one: What may I call you? ”

He was blunt, straight to the point.

[ Cont @chaosharbringer.bsky.social ]

“ Surprised, I am. ”

The being levitated ethereally, floating closer and closer to the winged wyvern.

“ You have not seen me, yes, but I have seen you. You had disturbed my analysis of your star, yet now I am curious of you. ”

A dance of words, it was.

—>

( in a bout of confusion im just gonna continue under this 😭 )

“ You are curious, ” it spoke, yet had no mouth to speak from. The voice was not direction, but omnipresent within the Magala’s mind.

He had presumed the creature was not intelligent enough to understand, merely only an animal of these lands.

( i fixed the reply function of the original, my bad )

With curiosity, the being shifted, his body seemingly teleported upwards, raising altitude in mere nanoseconds.

Over and over, he followed the creature as he caught up. Covering the distance in a matter of seconds, the god teleported in front of the creature a few meters away.

—>

Eventually, such dark scales and wide wings overcame the star, casting a shadow directly over him.

From inner thoughts, he snapped back into reality. Those nearly vacant white eyes locked into the odd creature.

It seemed. . . docile. At least from he could surmise.

—>

atop a ruined tower of brick and stone.

As he gazed below at the darkened land, he could view the denizens of the night begin to emerge.

However, as he focused his vision, he noticed the oddities clearly: Undead, specters, and many other likely hostile entities.

Perhaps it was safer up here?

[ For @draconiclightning.bsky.social ]

The sun was setting, its final rays casting a goodbye across the land. White rays that filtered through the atmosphere soon turns to a deep red, pink, and then finally faded below the horizon.

“ Who created these worlds? ” He pondered, sitting

—>

Eyes glanced over the many market vendors, analyzing their contents such as foods and trinkets.

As expected, many required payment of a standard currency.

Drifting through, a weathered bench came into his view, and he felt obligated to take a seat, to study the many inhabitants of this world.

[ For @mujuraofchaos.bsky.social ]

The, comparably, primitive stone streets of this village was bustling with the inhabitants roaming about.

His appearance did not seem to disturb many, which was quite curious to even him.

Was this world accustomed to fantastical creatures and myths?

—>