King Asshole of the Cobalt Empire

[[I mean, I don’t see any specific rule that your questions are violating or anything.The thing about Douchebag is that it’s done as a side-hobby. Now moreso than ever.I’ve had a bunch of stuff going on outside of my presence on Tumblr, and I’ve also been putting a lot of time and effort into creating materials and solidifying the story for the humans setting, which I do want to delve into at some point in the near future.When I do answer something, it’s generally only because I have a definite answer in mind, right at that moment. If I don’t, I shelve the question and wait until I do. This has always been the case with the blog. It was just less noticeable before, because I was far more active.And there’s still a lot of questions that are shelved, from a bunch of people.Throwing questions at Lud’s inbox is akin to a story / art  hybrid request. It’s something I have to write, and it’s something I have to draw.So they should be regarded with the same expectations as an art request anywhere else.

Hmm. Well, I will say I’m always fond of a nice syrah or cabernet, or most reds, in general.

I doubt you’ve heard of them, as the ingredients are native to our area, and inaccessibly expensive for the budgets of most people. Of course, they’re not to me, but that’s a given.

They’re wines that have been aged with bits of things like tanooki leaves, super mushrooms, and starmen.Generally, the longer they’re left to age, the stronger the potency of the additive.

Ash: Besides that, what does is matter?

...Okay. I suppose it looks like it's time for me to explain a little about Alternate Realities and Divergent Timeline Physics.

There are alternate realities and alternate sets of events that run the course of someone's life, simultaneously existing on different wavelengths.

These variants can be similar, or so distinct that they’re barely recognizable as being related. One of the rarer and more difficult forms of magical science is the practice of "scrying".

To scry is to magically alter those wavelengths into a form that's capable of being filtered through a focus.

It's very similar to how we convert energies into a tangible form for use in spells, except the wavelengths are much lighter and harder to both detect and alter. And few know they even exist, to begin with. The focus essentially acts like a mix between a prism and a television set, turning those wavelengths into a form we can both view, and watch cinematically.

It takes a large amount of knowledge and practice, and only a small number of experts in the arcane fields can find any amount of success with it. I have the capability, naturally, but I'm also a prodigy and a genius, so that goes without question. But it still takes a daunting amount of mental concentration, even for someone such as myself. Weaker and reckless starting seers have completely lost themselves to the practice, due to it shattering their psyche under the strain.

Bear in mind that this is not a telling of the future, as has been the stereotype. The future on your own wavelength will share that wavelength.

You cannot alter that into a viewable form, because you're already witnessing it in realtime. Someone on a different wavelength could peer into my future, for instance, but I could not into my own.

Now that we have that out of the way, I shall address your actual inquiry:

Simply said, those realities, and those timelines, are not this one.

However, I do know of that which you speak. I've seen those particular events play out in my reflections. In one, I met an alternate version of myself because of a glitch in how the waves overlapped. Stranger even than that was the fact that we hooked up. But unexpected elements came into play, and it pit us against each other. We fought.

We ended up killing each other. In another reality, I married a covert operative working for my cause to overthrow my father. I assume this is what you mean by “the one with purple hair.“ We had children. At one point, I killed the Mushroom Princess and accidentally threw the plumbers into the far future. They came after me for what I had done.

My children and my wife fell. And, eventually, so did I. Though, by that point, I invited my rest openly. Bad conclusions, unfortunate as they are...

But they are not the “me” that exists here. These are not my stories.

Perhaps you've peered into them in trying to connect with this wavelength? That happens, sometimes. But that's really the only explanation I have for you.

Also, my sexuality is none of your business. ...?