User blog:Ore-samma/My Jumo-Gumo (Dr. Who) (Lore-breaking) (time masters)

Hello Fans, Ore-samma here!

This one is a request fulfillment for TheWearyTimeLord.

I am fine with allowing this one to be open to the public, and open to criticism, critiques, praise or whatever.

The specific lore broken is summarized as follows =

Jumo-Gumo overall personality

Deity levels of chrono power

(to a degree) Cross over with the Dr.Who universe.

Otherwise, I am MOST pleased how the plotline turned out.

Hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

I weave the threads of time, I bind the web of fates.

Soul to soul by the master design, while my own soul in loneliness waits.

Endlessly I repeat my mantra as I felt the echoes of those who were in the webs of time, fabrics of existence...threaded into the tapestry of consciousness.

“The world is spun by design that I know, but was never told.” An echo of myself stated as she skittered along to a different era.

I gave a small sad smile. I remembered saying that to myself so many eons ago, so many lifetimes ago.

I looked across the endless expanse of the web of fates….endless threads stretching across expanses of time, wound, bound, broken, tied, torn, tangled, but all with a purpose.

All of it endless, all of it tended to by countless incarnations of the echoes of my presence stretching across the spaces and non spaces of existence. The moments that could be stretched forever between the space of a heartbeat….and yet could encompass an epoch of time that could be measured in a singular heartbeat if it was contrasted to the vastness of how long I have weaved….and waited…..

I sighed, watching my exhale ripple across the endlessness as the multitude of my presences all synchronized the melancholy at the same instant, regardless of which incarnation it was.

I gathered with the multitude as we all lingered and looked at the only strand in all existence that remained unbound….mine.

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''All of existence is bound to the presence of consciousness. And conscious thought cannot bear the weight of existence alone...there must always be a companion, always one to shoulder and share the burden...and yet...I am alone.'' I mused silently.

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I closed my eyes and held onto a strand that crossed my most favored era.

I needed some distraction and taste a little flavor of the lives I attended to.

I opened my eyes and smiled as I inhaled the air of the reality of the first succubus demon lord.

Her ways, intentions and bearing was always the most gentle.

I felt my heart lighten as the majority of my knowledge base slipped away, allowing me to be in the present instead of the all-present.

There was a lovely festival going on, and I thanked my all-present persona to have had the kindness to make the visit in this instance as I munched on some fresh fruit and cinnamon confectionary soft bread

The day passed by in a wondrous dazzle of color, taste, and thrills as I participated in the revelry of the summer fair.

I settled like everyone else into the grassy fields as the wizards fired off fireworks that burst in the sky, spreading temporary and artificial stars across the heavens….like moral lives amidst the immortals.

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“So fitting.” I sighed.

I got up, ready to return when a particularly loud firework started a horse and carriage. I tried to move out of the way, but I felt a sickening crunch as the wheels caught my lower body and I felt my insides feel like they ruptured.

I screamed out while the gathered crowd frantically tried to summon a healer.

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“My dear, you seem to be intimately connected to the passage of time.” A voice said next to my ear. “I think we can just….tweak a little thread of your timeline and….”

I blinked, the entire world seemed to shift and shimmer like a vision in a pool of water, and suddenly the horse and carriage careened in front of me, and stopped as a peculiar middle-aged man grabbed their reins and forced them to stop.

“Woah-woah, there! I think we got this under control now.”

I kept my eyes on this man...this man was…..

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“Who are you?” I whispered. I looked as deep as I could, but no thread of time existed for him. He was like a rainstorm, or the backdrop of the heavens. He was…..without a fated strand.

“Me?” He said with an intense look in his pale blue eyes, framed by his almost angry brows. “I’m not like you. We collectively call ourselves The Time Lords.”

“Time Lords?” I said, taking a step closer.

He smiled, making my face feel hot. “Exactly! My and as for my name, you can call me Eren. And who might you be my dear?”

“Jelell.” I said, feeling almost timid against his presence that I could only describe as vast. I felt my blush deepen and grow hotter and I just barely resisted my inclination to lower my face and eyes. “You are different. You are not of this world, or even of this existence.” I said at last.

“Oh, you’re quite perceptive.” He said, the twinkle in his eye grew a bit brighter. “As are you....not of this world I mean. You travel through time like it was a dance floor.”

I shook my head. “Time travel does not exist. There is the present and there is the all-present.”

The look in his eyes grew more intense and brighter still. “That’s the way, dear!” He said with a grin. “You’re almost there...but not quite.”

I stepped closer and strung a chrono thread to him. “Stop playing games with me!” I hissed. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Eren smiled as he curled his fingers around my chrono thread and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. “Organic chrono filament. Wondrous tech.” He said holding a strange device to it.

He put it away and looked into my eyes. “My dear, I am a time traveler…..just passing through.”

“Can you show me?” I said, moving just enough to stand in his way.

“Show you what?” His grin faded, but intensified in his eyes.

“So me the existence through your eyes.” I said, placing my fingertips on his chest. “This existence of mine is so lonely and so tiresome. I cannot feel your destiny. I cannot hear the echoes of time ripple around you. I cannot see your thread.”

“It isn’t the right time, my dear. But soon. You will see when you return to what you call the all-present. Funny name that, but considering your level of comprehension, it is absolutely fitting.

“My level of comprehension!?!” I huffed, crossing my arms and feeling my lips pout. “You’ve some nerve!”

Eren smiled. “And yet, you admit that I exist above and beyond your level of time mastery. Surely there could be the possibility of other aspects to it all that you haven’t seen? Don’t forget my dear, you asked me to show you existence.”

I exhaled and lowered my arms. “Okay….but please…..Eren?”

“Yes?”

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I shifted closer and placed my hands on his shoulders, looking up into his eyes as I began to shift to the all-present.

“Please, I have waited forever for you. Please come for me soon. I don’t know how I found you, or how you found me. But I want to be free from my fate, I want to be free with you. I want to see the existence I see in the fire and strength in your eyes. I want to weave out of love, and not out of duty or destiny.”

Eren nodded and smiled. “You were always looking for me my dear. For all of your existence and eternity. I answered your call as soon as I heard it, but if it weren't for your perception of time; you would have been freed the moment you called....which ironically was right now. All you need to do is remember this one notion. T''hough you weaved the threads of time, and have bound the web of fate. My soul is tied to your soul by the master design, and you no longer have to wait''.” He held my hands like a gentleman and kissed my fingers. “All you need to do is hold on….hold on, and never let go….”

My mind was shocked, reeling to senselessness by the revelation Eren spoke. Was it him? Was it Eren who gave me the mantra? I couldn’t remember! I couldn’t- No! I struggled to hold onto the present, but it faded away like a dream.

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I blinked, looking again at the vastness of the all-present and cried out.

I was alone.

Even the multitude of the echoing presences of myself were gone.

The entire web glowed- the sign that I had encapsulated eternity. Everyone, in life and even in death were united, reunited, joined, and were at last with the one they were always fated to be with.

No loose ends, no hearts of loneliness, no unbound destinies……

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I looked up and saw my strand was still unbound…..

“Everyone but me.” I whispered, feeling  my tears run down my face.

“Eren!” I screamed, my voice echoing alone amidst the vastness of nothing. “Where are you! Please! Come to me!”

I cried out and grabbed my thread, ready to pull it all down, ready to destroy the entirety of what I have created....ready to destroy all of consciousness if I had to spend one more instant alone!

But before I could- my thread pulled back...I squeezed the delicate thread in my hands and mouth. I wasn’t going to let go! No matter what!

The force pulling the thread was incredible. It looked as though it would break any second, but it didn’t. I felt my body lift from the all-present and….rose? To another plane of existence that I couldn’t even fathom!

I looked down and saw the complexity of the tapestry of consciousness. The speed increased to a dizzying speed. Faster- Faster- FASTER! I was drawn higher- higher- HIGHER!

“Eren! Help meeeeeee!” I screamed as I felt as though I couldn’t hold on  any longer.

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“Easy my dear! You made it!”

I gasped, realizing the vision of the tapestry of existence was the smallest reflection of a reflected image my eyes casted into the Eren's pupil. I struggled to continue to make out the details of all that I have woven as it faded into the darkness of Eren's eye and he blinked, a slow finale to the eternal work I accomplished.

I gasped as a single tear squeezed from behind his eyelid, still carrying the after sparkle of the web I spun.

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His eye opened, showing my reflection and my entire consciousness flowed into my body like my desperate gasp rushed air into my lungs.

“Eren?” I gasped and almost fell to the ground if he hadn’t caught me.

“Easy my dear, easy.” He whispered and picked me up and sat down upon a long sofa in his chamber. “Welcome to a new reality. You are freed from the weave, and are here with me now.”

“Eren!” I cried out and sobbed into his chest, fingering his clothes that I could already tell needed replacing as they were made by an amateur. I cried as he stroked my hair and kissed my fingers that would likely be forever sore from the eternity of weaving I just finished.

I felt his gentle hands lift my chin and he brought his lips to mine.

I closed my eyes and let my tears pour down my cheeks and relaxed into his embrace.

The task of a lifetime- of an eternity was complete. And I was at last bound to my one and only.

“Jelell.” Eren whispered, his smile making my entire body shiver. “Welcome home.”