#paracosm lore

[stardr1p]

hi guys! i'm in the middle of writing a dumb corny fic of isla and emerson. i'm really high and not even 100% sure of what's going on in it, but i decided to share a part of it anyway :3

DISCLAIMER: I do not consider myself a great writer. 😭 This is just for fun. You have been warned. hehe. Also, I wrote them awkwardly on purpose. They're both neurodivergent and weird just like me 🥰

This may be a little boring. Just two gay women pining and vibes. Sorry. 😔

also i think imma add a content warning for mild substance abuse, but that's it

uhh so yeah. enjoyyy!! 🥹🤘🫣

context: Diana had hosted her birthday party in her bigass house. Emerson and Isla were basically the only people still there. woo. I'm so high and I can't remember if it's already mentioned below hehe. (everyone is 21-22 btw).

After many hours had passed, the stars made themselves visible in the night to everyone who wished to view them. The guests at Diana's party had mostly gone home. But she was happy to kick out the remaining strangers, so she could finally get some sleep. She didn't really care what Isla and Emerson did during this time, as long as they were quiet. They were her friends, and she trusted them, even if she and Emerson didn't always get along.

The moon and a couple porch lights were the only sources that illuminated the large pool behind the house. Isla found herself sitting on the edge, dangling her feet and making small waves in the clear water. She was lost in a deep, deep thought, but she wasn't sure why it was eating away at her. Why now? She knew it couldn't be ignored, though she wished she could run as far away as possible from the thought. She felt an urge to finally tell her best friend how she felt, and she was nervous as hell.

A few moments later, Emerson stumbled out of the house, her long black hair slightly messy and taken down from the style she had arrived in. She was wearing a mini denim skirt with her dark red bikini top. Typical for her. She always looked stunning, and everyone knew it. Though, she ignored every single attempt at a shot. Isla was starting to believe that, maybe, she just wasn't interested in any of that at all. Maybe she just liked looking good. Maybe she just wasn't into many guys at all.

They both startled each other, which caused Isla to whip around. She had already guessed that Emerson was going to touch whatever substances were at this party. (Whether Diana knew about them or not). Emerson’s eyes met Isla sitting by the pool's edge. She was still in her bikini, and suddenly Emerson was hit with a wave of nervousness, overthinking everything that she had just tried to forget.

They've been somewhat flirtatious with each other all evening. Emerson wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just one of those playful jokes that best friends pull sometimes, but still, this time felt different. And now that everyone else was gone, she felt out of place. She wasn't quite sure what to do. There was now this weirdness between them, but she wasn't even sure if Isla had been experiencing it too. Or if she was aware of anything that had happened tonight at all. It could be all in her head for fuck’s sake. So she decided to ignore it as much as possible.

Emerson paused for a moment, then she took a deep breath and sauntered over, her green eyes scanning the peaceful scene before her. "You know, I've never seen someone look so at home in the quiet after a party. Most people just, like get depressed or go to sleep, or something." She said with a grin, trying to sound nonchalant, but she was so drunk and high that she had no idea how those words actually sounded coming out of her mouth.

Isla looked up, her smile widening as she saw her best friend approach. "I guess I just prefer the silence sometimes," she said, her voice soft from her draining energy. "The party was fun, but it's a bit too much for me sometimes." She looked down into the pool, her reflection rippling on the water's surface. The light from the moon painted her in an ethereal glow that made Emerson's heart flutter. Why? Why Isla, and why now?! It's probably just the alcohol and drugs. At least it's what she is going to believe. For now.

Emerson let out a defeated sigh, then quickly readjusted herself. "Yeah, I get that," she replied, her tone mellowing as she watched Isla. She kind of muttered her words. "Sometimes, it feels like I'm just going through a long, fucked up simulation, you know? So many abrupt starts and stops, but somehow you get used to it.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a blunt. "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?" She slurred her words a little.

“God, another? She's already on mars.” Isla thought.

She then nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched Emerson light up. “I don't mind.” But it was getting to her, not the smoke, but everything Emerson does. She lights her up. She's never felt so warm around somebody, and it makes her feel sad, or weird, and anything but content. For the love of god, she was her best friend, and this night felt so different.

The smell of the sweet smoke drifted over to her, mingling with the chlorine from the pool. She stood up and tentatively stepped closer, curiosity piqued. "I've never smoked a blunt before. Is it good?," she admitted awkwardly, trying to distract herself. (It did not work). “I’ve only hit a couple of carts in highschool, but I don't remember much about it.” She twirled her long, purple hair, trying to avoid her own weirdness that she felt.

Emerson took a hit and offered it to her. "It's pretty nice.” she said, smiling and looking at Isla with heavy, peaceful eyes. "When everything is too much, it helps me slow down." And when she said that, Isla felt those familiar butterflies creeping up her body once again for whatever god awful reason there was that existed on this planet. God, why was everything she's doing making her head spin?!

Isla hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickered with indecisiveness before she reached out and took it. She brought it to her lips and inhaled, feeling the warmth spread through her body as she coughed gently, a little nauseated. "I've always liked dancing better," she said with a small laugh, passing it back to Emerson. "It's my way of escaping without the hangover." She paused. “Or, I just start doing my makeup.” She felt a hint of warmth reach her cheeks. “Somehow, even simply just changing my appearance helps me so much.” She let out another small, awkward laugh.

Emerson's eyes sparkled with amusement as she took another hit, then handed it back to Isla. "Well, it's a hell of a lot healthier than my choices," she chuckled. "That's cool though. I wish I found escapism in things like that, but I end up just missing this kind of relief instead. Music is great though, and you're such a good dancer! I'm jealous." She said, slurring her words again.

Isla giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly as she took another cautious puff. "I've seen you dance," she said, her voice carrying the weight of a memory. "You're pretty good at it. There's something so…” She thought for a second. “You're just really pretty doing anything.” She felt her face get warm as she said this, already worrying that she had said too much. It was pretty normal in hindsight, but still.

Emerson leaned against the pool's edge, a light blush forming on her cheeks, and her eyes never leaving Isla's. "You think so?" she laughed, a hint of vulnerability showing through her cocky facade. She took the blunt back and took a longer drag, blowing the smoke out in a slow, deliberate stream. "It's just not something that helps me, I guess."

Isla frowned, her expression looking frustrated as she handed it back. "I understand, but you shouldn't have to hide from life literally all the time." She awkwardly stepped closer to Emerson, their fingertips brushing together as they shared the blunt.

Emerson's gaze searched Isla's, "You make it sound so easy," she murmured, taking another drag before handing it over. "The alcohol and the drugs and the... the whatever. It's the only way I know how to feel real. Sometimes I don't feel like a person at all.” She said grumpily and sighed, crossing her arms. "I hate it."

Isla nodded, understanding in her eyes. "I get that," she said softly. "But maybe we can find a better escape together. Something that doesn't leave us feeling shitty the next day." She smiled at her as she took another puff, the smoke curling around them like the shared secret between them.

Emerson studied her for a moment, slightly zoned out until her thoughts came back to her. "The hell do you have in mind?" She asked, breaking the silence she had caused.

Isla leaned against the railing, her eyes never leaving Emerson's. "How about we go somewhere more secretive?" She suggested, her voice soft but with anticipation. "We could go somewhere quieter with just the two of us." She seemed giddy.

She took a moment to consider it, her eyes darting from Isla to the pool and back again. "Wait, what? How high are you?" she stuttered, confused and too drunk and high to think much about it.

Isla took the last hit and put out the blunt, a knowing smile playing on her lips, grabbing Emerson's hand and pulling her away from the pool. "Come on!" She was finally feeling more normal again around Emerson, but those deeper feelings continued on with her as she led her to the woods.

Emerson gasped. "I wasn't finished with that- whatever." She mumbled. She was curious where Isla was going with this, and she was curious where she was actually going to take her. But she did know that she enjoyed the feeling of holding her hand right now. She had almost forgotten about everything by now.

They both felt a strange mix of anticipation and comfort, like something was going to happen. The cool night air kissed their skin as they walked away from the house with the sound of their footsteps being the only noise to break the stillness.

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okay that's all for now i'm really high and will finish later (maybe) byebye

(this is them)

[nebulabasket]

Alterbeings in Paracosm

I realized that I unintentionally normalized ¿alterbeingity? in my paracosm (the place Glow Bright, Star Prince, Specter Warden, Grin Reaper, Anonymous Cryptid, and 000 originate from specifically; the origin of the party's abundance of shape-shifting dragons).

How shape-shifting works for them is that they have to learn how to shape-shift into each form individually; they can't just turn into whatever they want whenever they want. So, for example, if someone would want the ability to shape-shift into a crocodile and a mouse, they would have to spend time learning how to take the shape of both individually through training and practice, often taking weeks or even months to get down properly depending on a few factors. Those more experienced with shape-shifting may get it down faster, and it's easier to learn a form that is similar to a form they've already masters, but each form still has to be individually learned irregardless.

Usually people will learn to take forms that help them in some way, such as blending in, increased mobility, etc, but it's also just completely normal for people to just learn a specific shape because it make them comfortable and happy and they prefer it. For example, BlackFlame is commonly know to just exist as a cat for no reason other that they want to and they feel comfortable as a cat. Black Flame is unfamiliar with the concept of therianthropy, but I'm more than certain they would relate to the experience of therians.

It's interesting picking up on all these little things over a decade later.

~ 🍭 Cyannide Lolypop 🍭

[spherearc]

Bro I want to hear all abt ur paracosm and if you want i can ramble to you abt my paracosm(s)

From daydreaming memories

Aw fuck I don't have the energy to figure out where I even start with my paracosm rn. Do I start with the universal structure stuff? The Cosmic Entities? The Forms and Classes? The concept of a Creator???? There is just. So much

[camomile-mp4]

Meet Fraser!

[stardr1p]

my favorite au i've been thinking of recently is one where luca shows up to the main group's city to try to find emerson, (they're twins who were separated at birth). so she is literally right there, and he doesn't know. she was too scared to tell him it was her (and her real name is lydia and no one knows that. luca thinks he is looking for a lydia. she's hiding her identity kind of?).

the issue is, if she told him, then that would reveal that she was also cursed to everyone around them. (isla, diana, aiden, etc.) and that information about herself is shit that she did not want to disclose.

SO BASICALLY, SHE IS TRYING TO HELP LUCA AND EVERYONE ELSE FIND HERSELF. FUCK.

this hurts.

once those mfs start using DNA tests, she's cooked.

[stardr1p]

i can't stop thinking about when luca first ran off and searched for emerson, she literally wanted nothing to do with him. she was like "lol who tf are u psycho."

BUT the only reason she believed him is because he was like (unknowingly), "wait ur name is lydia, right?"

LORE TIME: this is her biological mother's name that she was originally named after. she HATES her mom and wants nothing to do with her, so she changed it. (any reason she chose emerson? no idk). she lives with her aunt, because her aunt kinda kidnapped her away from her mom to save her from the cult. (sorry luca you were left behind </3). emerson doesn't know that though. she just believes her mom neglected her severely and abused her. she was too young to remember much at all.

anyways, she was like "how THE FUCK do you know my real name fuck you you creepy stalker bye." and then eventually trusted him enough to talk to him and believe him. :)

poor luca LMFAO

[spherearc]

here’s your free ticket to talk about the council of favorites + your paracosm!!

Oh g o d where do I even fucking start fuck

Uhhhh maybe I'll talk about what parame's role even is?

Basically, parame is a Creator, a "ruler" of the Imagisphere. I say "ruler" because that's what everyone says, but in reality it's more of a "protector" role. (The Sphere rules itself, as it was.) A Creator defends the Imagisphere from destruction, extradimensional incursion, internal damage etc. This is not a hereditary title - each one is picked randomly from every living Defragmentator ("descendant" of the Shapers who are basically eldritch abominations... although there's many kinds of "eldritch" beings in the Sphere), ascended and, through some convoluted fate manipulation, given an artifact weapon that will be their calling card for the rest of their reign and beyond. Technically, parame cheated a bit by being a living amalgam of Thisversian (aka real person), Defragmentator and hologram, but again, long story.

The Imagisphere's internal machinery (yes, machinery, long story) also picks out a Villain (can be any species) to satisfy the rules of balance and a Council of Favorites (a group of canonical characters ascended through a godtier-like system of titles and powers, and also made functionally immortal) to assist the Creator on their journey.

A Creator's reign ends with something called the Rite of Days, though nobody has ever seen it be performed... and the people who HAVE seen it know it to be cognitohazardous and impossible to actually remember.

[spherearc]

imagisphere lore: the Forms (of The World, which was once known)

think of a Form as an element. they represent something, they constitute the world, they have opposites and in some cases are strong against one another like how fire burns grass. they're, however, very abstract and unusual for an element. here's a short summary of every Form.

first the red one, represented by the clenched ring-wearing fist is called Force, and it's associated with bonds, strength, metal and time. it's very unyielding and binding, like an ancestral blood contract.

next, the orange one with the open hand is Ability, representing endurance, tools, mastery and fire. it's very practical and physical.

yellow/eye symbol is Vision, related to sight, prophecy and ascension, very light, pale and airy.

green/knife symbol is Cunning, related to stealth, murder, will and nature. very sharp, imposing and strategizing but also very hidden? like glass or leaves.

light blue/crown symbol is Authority. related to restraint, judgment and the truth. very cold, simultaneously fragile and unmovingly resistant.

dark blue/whirpool is Destruction. related to inexistence, paradoxes and freedom. very deep like the sea or the sky, somewhat lost and mysterious.

purple/planet is Creation, related to spatiality, existence, movement and inspiration. shifting, but also infinite in scope, can be seen in stars.

and finally pink/lantern is Wisdom. represents knowledge, making, unreality. related to records like books or music, full of secrets and ancient items.

each Form forms (pun not intended) a pair with another one, and each pair is assigned to one of the runes from the Game of Symbols.

force is opposite to authority and both are represented by the Despro symbol which means destiny, law and inevitability.

ability is opposite to vision and both are represented by the Imper symbol which means change and balance.

cunning is opposite to wisdom and both are represented by the mischa symbol which means mischief, defiance and chaos.

and finally destruction is opposite to creation, both are represented by the absul symbol which means everything or the absolute.