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matsukaah · 26 days

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•KimetsuOlymp AU

After so long cooking, here is my dish delivered to you. This is an AU (alternative universe) involving the Greek mythology of Olympus. I will remind you that the relationships between characters do not follow those of the gods of mythology 🤏🤓

I really liked it, it was fun and I hope it's to your liking, any mistake, spelling or coherence, I apologize ‼️

Maybe I'll write something about it, I just need time, I'm a born procrastinator

●How was it conceived? (and how he is Ume's brother)

(Purahahime is a name invented to refer to Gyutaro and Ume's mother)

The Purahahime was a woman of low status on Olympus, she could live her life without worries, but she craved too much to be praised by a good-looking God. She wanted to impress him anyway, she was nothing extraordinary, so she decided to have a child, even if it wasn't his, if it was strong enough it would definitely attract attention, that all the deities would know its name. She tried several times before Gyutaro began to be prepared, in better words, cursed, with the most diverse plagues so that his abilities would go to the limit, without thinking about what his body would end up looking like. The result of the various experiments, it was already a miracle that he was able to be born, but his appearance was deplorable, like a dark and soft amalgam.

Purahahime didn't see the value in him, she considered killing him, but he was too strong for her unhappiness (or happiness?). Not ending his life proved advantageous, as it worked, the man believed that the reason for Gyutaro's strength was his mother's womb, even if it was grotesque. Thus, Ume was conceived, unfortunately unlike her brother she was born stunning, even as a child deities stopped their work to appreciate her, but she was weak compared to her brother, which angered her parents, neglecting them both.

Eventually Purahahime was killed by the man she loved, he believed he had been tricked into blaming her for his daughter's weakness. Currently he has found other women, not bothering to look at any of the children. Gyutaro initially felt envious, surely if he had that smooth skin or that white hair he would be congratulated just for being born. But she won his heart, since they share the same cruel blue eyes (Gyutaro has them, but normally keeps his haunting eyes, with yellow sclera and green irises with red interior), they are miserable, just like her and him, so that he decided to take care of her.

•What type of role does he perform?

Gyutaro is the God of iron, he would be perfect for a guard due to his strength, but he preferred it this way. Being the most skilled craftsman Olympus has ever seen, his story of suffering, humiliation and hard work teaches that not all Greek gods had that gentle life on Olympus.

●What is his relationship with the others on Olympus?

He detests several people, especially Tengen, the God of wine and parties, he continually throws his festivities that for Gyutaro feel like the ground is shaking, his sensitive ears making his head pound in pain, making it impossible for him to work. Also due to envy, he is always surrounded by his three wives in addition to the countless number of nymphs and goddesses who aspire to the position of “wife number four”, in his words.

Tanjiro, the son of the Sun, just how he screams irritates him a lot, but he doesn't hate him, it's just unpleasant how he always manages to break the divine artifacts that Gyutaro prepares with so much care, the way Tanjiro is always friendly and always smiling is intimidating too , his eyes seem to stare into Gyutaro's soul, he would destroy him if Tanjiro's younger sister wasn't Ume's close friend.

Ume, she uses the pseudonym of several names, but Daki is the most used, she is considered the concept of beauty. Gyutaro loves his sister, but he can't help but think that she was drawn with care by the gods and looks like he was a sketch made by a boar with a brush in his hand. Raising her was a difficult task, but he made sure she lacked nothing, if she felt hungry, would he hunt, new clothes? he steals and sews until she feels satisfied. Even when she blossomed into the beautiful flower she is, she never left her brother out of her life, insisting that he accompany her to parties and speaking highly of him to everyone he interacts with, even if he feels anxious about the attention she brings. , usually hiding on benches behind the pillars, just enjoying wine.

Obanai and Mitsuri, they are always together since they date. Gyutaro likes Obanai, his hair full of snakes managed to make them identify with each other, in addition to the various types of exotic requests he makes, such as pure pure ornaments for his loved one. Mtsuri talks to him when Gyutaro visits Obanai, sometimes trying to marry him, which doesn't work, to the point where he started to reject her, but appreciates her good intentions.

He has some other relationships, but he doesn't keep in touch with them, as he doesn't usually leave his work area, which is also his home.

●How does his body work?

It seems difficult, but the parts harmonize complicatedly, curved horns like those of a buffalo, to protect its bat ears, which are super sensitive to sounds, but this makes its head weigh too much, having to cut them frequently until they grow back to the point of bothering him.

His ears accurately hear everything around him, especially the tinkling of metal, knowing whether or not it is of good quality, he has learned to recognize the sound of people and other creatures and differentiate them. Sometimes they turn them down to muffle the sound, partially working.

His eyes have this monstrous tone, despite having them normal, blue and white sclerae, but they are sensitive and do not see in the dark as he likes, his usual green and red eyes imitate those of reptiles and cats, he hates light, he feels like he is going go blind if you stay in the sun.

Legs are heavy, being mixtures of several types of animals, being fast and strong, but heavy, he avoids moving, as it leaves him exhausted and sore.

An amusing detail is that because of this large amount of blood mixture involving bovine animals, when he feels irritated he unconsciously drags his feet on the ground like a bull

He has a small snake tail, Chioi, a black snake with purple eyes, he has deceptive abilities, disturbing the senses of anyone who looks at him, he loves to pretend to have five heads like a hydra, people's look of terror makes them both laugh.

His blood has a corrosive poison, protect yourself under your fingernails, but if his blood is ingested it will have the same effect.

Gyutaro has a deformed body from birth, but he eats little of everything his body needs, leaving him weak. However, he eats “enough” to stay upright and working.

It's the same things said above, but in image form, I thought it was super cute and decided to keep it🫡‼️

and of course, my oc Matsu no au, they are my babies‼️‼️‼️

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #gyutaro #digital illustration #gyutaro shabana #kny oc #mk.art #oc #gyutaro x oc #Matsu Kibo

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mages-pandoras-box · 23 days

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Uncle Za

(closed starter for @alwayschasingraiinbows)

When an angel becomes king of a land, they can always tell when someone new has entered it. If tuned to their aura, they can tell their species and who they are.

So when Charlie falls from the sky into his home, Philza instantly knows, just as Lucifer would know when someone enters Hell or Sera when someone enters Heaven. Luckily, Charlie falls onto some soft flora, so she's unharmed. The portal she came out of due to her mispronunciation closed quickly behind her.

As Charlie looks around, she sees that she is on Earth. Still, nowhere she has read about. Colorful auras light the forever night sky. Bright stars twinkle overhead, not a touch of light pollution present. The land was covered in mystical trees and plants, flowers of all shades with creatures of all kinds.

Color beacons of light stretch into the sky, shades of purples, greens, and blues piercing the sky. Charlie would also see the massive number of crows that seem to be in this garden. Their eyes follow her as she moves, and she realizes these Crows are intelligent, not just birds. And then she sees one; a Crow in angle form.

The angel was standing next to a tree on a hill before her, mask on - one eerily similar to a plague doctor, black wings with green undertones flap one twice due to unseat. But the angel doesn't attack; just simply points deeper into the forest, encouraging Charlie to walk forward. As Charlie moves, it leads her toward the middle of the realm.

The angel would lead Charlie to the start of a large build, and she'd see Philza, or as she read about him, Azrael, with his back to them. Gone were the white and purple robes that the seraphim once adored, replaced with a black undershirt, dark green samue, and white and green striped bucket hat. Philza's black wings were tucked behind him, and the rainbow markings represented some of his many eyes blinking slowly at his visitor.

The scyth that was once used to reap souls now terraformed the Earth, creating more colorful, exotic plants as Philza brandished it like a wand, his angelic magic seeping from the blade into the forest floor. After a moment, he stopped.

He turned to his visitors, a surprised but not unhappy look on his face. Even his eyes were different from what Charlie had read. The once plum irises contrasted by lavender sclera had changed into a human blue and white sclera; they looked tired yet proud as he stood before the people he once considered to be allies or family.

"Charlie?" he breathes softly. A British accent that Philza did not have before leaving Heaven bled into his words, making his voice sound deep and soft, almost fatherly, "What are you going here?"

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demondamage · 11 months

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MediwhumpMay Day 24 - "We've got you now/You're safe"

Since the last PoV (Here) got a generally good response, here's a continuation!!

Honestly no hard Content Warnings apply for this one! Just a warning it is long!!

It had only taken you two hours to hike out to the car, grab some antibiotics from your small in town office, and return to the blackberry thicket, but the creature was already gone. You followed it's bloody trail for a mile or so, but lost track at a creek crossing. It was getting dark, and these woods were not safe at night.

You could only hope it had made it out in time.

Maybe it was one of the mentalities that came with living in the woods, but weird shit happened out here and you had grown to accept it. You had moved here a skeptic, but as the years went by you slowly realized how strange this world was. From the lights in the sky to the whooping hollers from the woods, there was no way you could doubt the unseen anymore. Maybe this creature was just one of them, whatever them was.

You fell asleep that night alone in your small studio apartment built on top of your clinic, listening to the sounds of the woods through an open window. Images of that creature plagued your dreams, everything from how pathetic it looked while whimpering to the sharp bite of its teeth in your neck.

The dreams were rudely interrupted in the wee hours of the morning, couldn't have been later than 4 am. A slight blue had crept into the night sky, and should have barely silhouetted the figure standing at the door. Yet, as you peered down at him from your window, you could easily make out a white lab coat over pale skin and pale hair. You had never seen this strange, almost glowing person before, and new faces were rare around here.

But, as the town doctor, you needed to be on call at all times, for anyone. Grumbling slightly about the calls of your chosen profession, you hurry down the stairs and open the clinic door.

"Sorry for the delay, sleeping. Are you hurt?" You ask, eyes adjusting to the lights you turned on.

Up close, the man you had seen from the window still had that slight glow to him. Everything was so... white, from his hair, to his clothes, to even his grey eyes. Of course, you could recognize it now, seeing the slight red undertones in those pale eyes. A form of albinism? He must be just reflecting the light.

He still looked like he was glowing, lit ever so slightly from the top down.

"No no, and sorry to wake you." He had the slightest accent that you couldn't place. "From one doctor to another, I understand. May I come in? I am tracking a missing patient that may have come through here."

Missing from where? The nearest towns was 40 miles away and didn't have anything more than a pharmacy. This was... off. Still, you invite him in.

"I didn't know there were any other hospitals in this area."

"There aren't, we were transporting our patient to Washington. Stopped in Grant's Pass and he bolted. He must have been faking sedation. You would definitely remember if you saw him... sclera tattoos making his eyes black, third eye tattooed on his forehead, horn implants, tattooed arms and legs..."

Those could not have been tattoos. You remembered how that third eye stared at you, swiveling in it's socket. Suddenly, this man's piercing gaze felt more invasive, boring into you, searching for any tiny falter in your response.

"I definitely would." You nod, trying to remain unfazed by the invasion. "But no, he hasn't entered my clinic."

"Perhaps you saw him... out somewhere?" A leading question, implying this man knew more than he let on. "He's considered a threat to himself and others, and it is my highest priority to get him back to safety."

"No." You double down, hoping you weren't too quick in this response. "I was out yesterday on a house call and didn't see anything."

"Hmmm, that is... not great." He sighed, wringing his hands slightly. "We spotted him around midnight, he managed to slip us but it seems someone had been tending to his wounds. Do you know any other doctors in the area?"

"There's a retired army medic about 15 minutes up the road." You gesture towards the main twisty road that ran through the small town, conveniently pointing away from the direction of the blackberry thicket. "Other than that, most folks have some first aid out here. Could have been anyone."

"Well I guess that makes my job no easier. Please, if you hear anything, reach out to me." The pale man held out a small, pristinely cut business card. White cardstock embossed with thin silver numbers, shimmering in your waiting room lights. No name, no address, just a phone number. "I best be going."

He didn't bother waiting for your response, simply walking out. You watch him go, drumming your fingers on that small card. Were you making the right decision lying to him? If that creature was dangerous...

But why was he lying to you? Who was he? There was a story hiding in the gaps of information that you just did not know yet.

You watched the man walk out to an old 70s styled station wagon, expecting him to get in. Instead he paused at the driver's window, saying a few words before starting down the street.

And in a shimmer, he was gone. You rub your eyes, forcing yourself to look for his silhouette in the night but couldn't see anything. There was something you didn't know.

But you were certain that he was not human, much like the creature you found in the woods. And at least the creature had the decency to warn you it was dangerous.

Your small sedan sat right next to the unfamiliar car, watched. The man didn't trust you. But you couldn't just let the creature get captured again.

Packing your medicine bag, you lifted your phone to your ear, conjuring a scenario to mind. Jonah had cut his hand while cleaning his fish and couldn't drive, that would work.

"No no, I'm coming to you. Keep pressure on it" You say loudly, pushing open the door and strutting with a purpose to your car. "Keep the tip on ice if you can, I'll be there in 30. Don't take the pressure off understand?"

Chancing a glance to the side as you unlock your door, you find this vintage car has quite the modern tint, obscuring the occupants. As you pull your car to life and turn out of the dirt parking lot, you hear the quiet sound of another motor. Lights off and a turn behind you, you catch the front end of that same car tailing you. Hoping to lose them on the old forest road, you push down the accelerator and speed through the turns, making your way towards Jonah's land.

Only an idiot would follow someone onto private property in a county where guns outnumbered people 3 to 1, but the bastard in that dirty black station wagon was proving to be stupider than you had thought.

Keeping your charade up as you pulled up to the trailer at the end of this long dirt road, you abandoned the car with the keys still in to bang on Jonah's door. "It's me! Open up!!" You hollered, hoping not to be answered with a bullet.

In true Jonah form, the old man opened with his hunting rifle pointed to your gut. He seemed rightfully confused, looking over your shoulder at the car parked behind you.

"You shouldn't be carrying a gun with your hand like that! You're injured!" You yell, hoping both he and the driver behind you would understand two separate meanings.

Thank the universe Jonah seemed to pick up the cue.

"Fucking hell kid, what took you so long? I'm fucking bleeding out. Get in here." The man ushered you into the dingy trailer, slamming the door. Behind it, Berta, an excitable elderly bloodhound made sure to give you a welcoming lick. Clicking the lock and calming his dog, Jonah lowered his voice. "Who the hell is that?"

"No clue. Trouble." You mutter, pulling a bandage from your bag and starting to wrap. "You cut your hand by the way, cleaning your morning catch. Couldn't drive so you called me."

"Damn good thing you arrived late, I was able to finish cleaning that monster catch." He nodded, building on the story. "You wanna tell me what this's 'bout?"

"Remember the thing you found yesterday? With the horns? They're claiming he's a missing patient of theirs."

"And you're not helping?"

"No... Jonah I don't think these things are human."

At that moment, the car door swung open and a strong, tanned young man stepped out to lean against his car. Blonde hair curled around his face, framing a constellation of moles that should not have been visible at this distance. Berta gave a small whine, peering out the window from her spot on the couch.

"The fuck he glowing for?"

"Nice to know I'm not hallucinating." You sighed, finishing the fake wrapping on Jonah's hand. "I couldn't quite tell."

"I might be old, but I sure as hell aint blind." Jonah shook his head. "They space aliens or something?"

"In that car?"

"Bet it looks completely different on the inside, cloaking tech maybe?"

"So the one we found yesterday... also an alien?"

Jonah paused for a moment, weighing the idea. "Nah I think that was some sort of cryptid. Maybe they're studying obscure earth lifeforms?"

You couldn't quite decide if you believed they were aliens, but they definitely weren't humans. "Who knows, I don't want to ask."

"I do." Jonah snorted, pushing the door open despite your attempt to protest. Gun raised and holding a more excited than aggressive hound, he aimed at the figure with a snarl. "What the fuck are you doing on my property space alien?"

The man looked barely fazed, glancing over with a mildly amused smirk. Reaching into his pocket he flashed a badge, you couldn't discern what kind, just that it appeared official. "Police, there's a dangerous suspect in the area and your friend seemed suspicious. Let's talk."

"Hell no." Jonah growled.

"I'm not a... space alien." The young man chuckled a little, stretching to show an old revolver holstered on his waist. "I'm a cop."

"That's worse, at least ETs can come in peace." Jonah didn't relent. "You come back in uniform, in a squad car, and with a warrant or you don't come back at all."

The blonde chuckled, crossing his arms. "Or what, you shoot me?"

"Don't tempt me. Squad car, uniform, warrant."

Realizing this conversation was going nowhere, the being shook his head, getting back into the car. "Be safe old man, there's dangerous things in these woods."

Quietly, the car rolled back down the dirt driveway and onto the main road. You and Jonah crane your ears, hearing the lack of a car driving away.

"He isn't leaving." You mutter. "We need to get deeper into the woods."

"Yeah..." Jonah stared out. "You're right, that thing's not human. Let's take the hound"

It took an hour to hike out to the small patch of brambles you and Jonah had visited earlier, and found quite the different scene awaiting you. The area had been trampled extensively, footprints weaving around the scene and widening the trail you had followed to the creek. Berta, excited to be on a walk, happily sniffed around at the different smells.

"How many of them do you think there are?" You ask quietly, trying to count the footprints.

Jonah looks it over with a practiced eye. "At least 15. This is looking like something we ought not meddle with."

"I'm... I'm worried about that horned creature." You sigh, staring at the opened path ahead of you. They must have found something you had missed, tearing a path across the creek.

"Is that your problem?" It came off gruff, but you knew that from Jonah, it was a genuine question.

Was it your problem? You could walk away, let this weird forest just be weird. Let the glowing people hunt the horned ones. But the whip lashes you saw on it's back... this was more than a hunt. This was a desperate creature running from it's tormentors.

"I think I want to make it my problem."

No response needed. Jonah whistled to Berta, the excited hound bounding ahead into the forest.

You found the bandage a few yards down the trail, torn and discarded by the side with an accompanying bloodstain. Jonah didn't bother to ask, calling Berta over the the spot. She hardly took a moment before hauling off down the trail.

As much as that stain wrenched at your gut, you were thankful. Without Berta the trail would have been lost only feet away. Several different trails of footprints fanned out, none of which Berta followed. The bloodhound bounded eagerly down a small ditch, no stopping until she nearly hit the buried car, covered in foliage and dirt.

In fact, you wouldn't have noticed it if your foot didn't make an all too loud clang against the metal bumper. The entire forest seemed to stiffen with the noise, silencing the birds. Inside there was a slight rustle, movement.

But it wasn't the only thing moving.

Footsteps, snapping branches and disturbing rocks, cracked in the distance towards them. You didn't have the chance to think, they were going to find you.

Jonah shoved you to the ground, pushing into a small gap besides the car. Wheeling around, he had barely made it in time to face the 5 white clad figures staring him down. From your spot on the ground, you could barely make out the pale figure who had approached you at your office and the blonde from the car.

"I told you they went this way." The blonde started, arms crossed. "Where did your friend go?"

"And here I thought you were a cop." Jonah scowled, aiming his gun at the blonde's head. "I still ain't saying shit."

"Look..." The pale man stepped forwards, almost seeming frail in his motions. "You don't understand what we are dealing with, but your life is at stake. The creature we hunt can and will kill you simply for the taste of your meat. It has killed before and will kill again. We are here to prevent that."

"I don't know shit if that's what you are on about." Jonah growled. "The fuck are you?"

There was a moment of silence, hanging softly in the air before the pale man sighed. Straightening, the slight glow above his head began to build, twisting into a halo. From behind him, large wings stretched out, four in total, each adorned with an array of glowing eyes that stared into Jonah. For a moment, you felt awe, joy, amazement as you stared from your hiding spot upon this creature you could not describe as anything other than beautiful.

Then they blinked.

The sound of dozens of giant eyes in unison fluttering shut sent a chill down your spine. A voice that came not from the single mouth but from the wind, the trees, and the world itself spoke.

"Where is the demon?"

It seemed for a moment Jonah was thinking, wondering if he knew. Then the blood dripped from his nose, staining his brown flannel like wine. The hunter gasped, grabbing at his head and pressing it to the mossy grown, gargled noises coming from his mouth. His ears began to leak, dripping from his fingers.

"That's enough." Another one of the figures, dark skinned, strong, and older placed his hand on the other's shoulder and suddenly, the world moved again. You hadn't noticed everything's stillness until it was gone. "He doesn't know."

"Shame." The pale one sighed. "Haziel, take him and the hound back to their home. Drug him enough that anyone he tells will think he's high, but not enough to kill him, understand?"

"Yeah I got it." The blonde rolled his eyes, lifting Jonah's large body easily in one hand and grabbing Berta's collar in the other, pulling the struggling bloodhound back the way they had came.

"The rest of you..." It's wings folded back into it's body, eyes still wide open. "Fan out, expand the search. Look for the doctor too. I won't let Aziphem take another innocent life. Let's move."

The crowd dispersed, splitting up into different directions. You were fully content to lay there, not even daring to chance leaving your hiding spot.

But something else left it's first, and you recognized it's bruised and battered feet as they squeezed out of the broken car window. The same feet you had bandaged, barely able to crawl as it fell to the ground.

Maybe not your wisest decision, but you laid your hand on it's blackened leg, whispering softly. "It's me."

The horned creature jolted, snarling and yanking but when it's black eyes locked on you, it froze.

"Human?"

"Hey there, yeah it's me!" You whisper, pulling the... demon you had to guess, closer to you. "It's OK, its ok, I'll protect you."

For a quiet moment it stared at you, then finally buried its head into your arms. You had to be careful of those horns but you pulled it into a tight embrace.

When you released the hug, you would have to deal with getting out of here. You would have to go make sure Jonah was alive. You would have to find a place to hide. But for now, you embraced the scared creature with all of your soul.

"It's alright, I've got you now." You whisper softly. "You're safe."

@mediwhumpmay

Writing tag: @whumpinthepot @whumpsday @quietly-by-myself

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adastra121 · 5 months

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Jin the Abandoned Alchemist

Redesigned. I changed my Alchemist!MC Jin's design to have more wizard vibes and I think I gave him the standard Disney villain colour scheme. Welp.

Pronouns: He/Him Birthday: September 13 Height: 5’7 / 171 cm Personality: Gentle, awkward nerd trying his best Likes: Books, libraries, gardening, tea, sewing, learning new things (especially of the magic variety), cuddles Dislikes: Hurting people, cruelty, spicy food, heights, the cold, liars, public speaking Fatal flaw: Often lets his past and self-doubt consume him. Other: Carries around a small rabbit plush named Aster that he made when he was younger. He’ll eventually give her to his love interest as a good luck charm (enchanted with a small protection spell, too — yes, this boy would give a protective charm to an eldritch horror because he genuinely worries for their safety) if they’re close enough Yes, this was 100% inspired by Hades Quote: “I don’t think this was covered in my studies… Oh well! Trial and error is a perfectly valid method of learning.”

More about him below:

Jin is kind, gentle, inquisitive, curious and a bit naive from his sheltered upbringing. He’s always yearned for adventure, but never believed it was possible with his curse. Now, he finally gets his wish, though he had little choice in the matter.

Very socially awkward and easily flustered due to his lack of experience interacting with other people. And now, with his mentor’s betrayal, he’s a bit more reserved, unsure of who to trust.

Non-confrontational but quietly sassy. Ais might bring that side out of him more.

Jin calls him “Ais-hole” in his head. He’s aware that it’s not a particularly witty or even good insult, but it makes him feel better when the latter annoys him.

Book smart and street dumb

Jin tends to see the best in people, even to his own detriment.

Has avoided touch like the plague. He’s always careful not to get too physically close to someone, and because of this, he’s usually very observant and aware of his space. Not that he doesn’t crave physical affection. He definitely burst into tears when touching Leander for the first time.

This poor boy is touchstarved (ha) but he’ll never ask for physical affection, for fear of either, at worst, hurting someone or at best, being a nuisance.

He also struggles with a lot of guilt for craving touch since he knows it’s dangerous to other people and it’s selfish to yearn for things that put other people in danger, right?

I'm not sure whether this is canon or not, but I wrote his curse as gradually growing, both in surface area and in power. When he was an infant, the curse was only in his fingertips and it didn't make anyone lose their minds. One touch would bring horrible, unmentionable thoughts but those thoughts would pass.

As he grew older, the curse spread from his fingers to his palms to his hands, up his forearms and his elbows. Its effects also grew in intensity. What was a horrible, but instantaneous thought became one minute of terror, then two, then an hour, and so on, and the nature of them grew worse. Currently, it dooms anyone it touches.

And the curse is spreading still. Jin views his curse as a ticking time bomb, so he is desperate to find a cure as soon as possible. He doesn't know what will happen when it consumes him entirely. He is terrified of becoming a monster.

He used to have dark brown eyes, but the curse made his eyes gold. His left sclera has taken on the dark grey and the gold veins of the curse. I imagine that when — if — he is cured, they'll turn back to their original brown.

Adores plants and plushies — soft things that he’s able to touch without hurting. He has a small stuffed rabbit named Aster that he made when he was younger, one of the first things he’s sewn. She has a hidden pocket to carry herbs or small potion bottles. He places lavender and chamomile in Aster when he has trouble sleeping.

He's a bit embarrassed about his love for plushes. His old magic mentor found his fixation undignified. And really, he shouldn't be needing or craving such creature comforts, as if he was still a child.

He has his plants, though. That's something useful and conducive to his studies.

He talks to his plants sometimes when gardening. “You wouldn’t go mad on me, would you, matricaria chamomilla? … Although, since I’m currently talking to a plant, you’re probably not the one I have to worry about going mad.”

Before coming to Eridia, he used to grow and make his own tea blends. If he wasn’t an alchemist, he wouldn’t mind opening a tea shop.

His spellbook was given to him by his old mentor. It acts as a notebook for magic studies and research, but he also uses it as a diary, somewhere to doodle and write down his thoughts.

He has some trauma surrounding magic, considering that it was a big part of his relationship with his mentor, but he genuinely loves learning and mastering it. He’s always believed himself to be a burden, but magic is something that he can use to actually help others instead of harm them. Despite everything that’s happened, he can’t help believing he owes that gift to his old mentor.

The Senobium always sounded like a dream to him, so hearing that there is darkness beneath the promises of knowledge and wisdom and history is extremely disappointing, to say the least. He’d had hopes of eventually becoming a student.

Aside from matters of his curse, he tries to be as honest and sincere as he can be. Eridia is a city that runs on information, but he chooses to freely give what information he can. He doesn’t believe in withholding answers that could help someone in need. And that is part of how he loses faith in the Senobium after discovering that they’ve closed their gates. All the knowledge of the world, locked away as people suffer, and for what?

This is also probably influenced by his mentor’s betrayal, having been lied to his entire life inclines him to prefer the truth, whatever the cost.

Sometimes, he regrets running away. Was he too hasty? Was he selfish? He was hurt when he learned her true plans for him, but maybe he owed it to her. A small thing to repay the mage who had taken him in. If all he brought was pain and terror, what was a bit of suffering on his part for answers?

And then, he also honestly misses her. He can't say the mage was a bad person, she gave him a home. She practically raised him. She taught him magic. And she made him feel not alone. She cared for him, and he doesn’t believe it was an act — at least, not all of it.

His zodiac sign is Virgo

MBTI is INFJ

Enneagram is 9w1

Here's his full outfit and pose below (plus nervous Jin with his cursed eye, laughing Jin and panicking Jin):

It's funny that he has the Disney villain colour scheme because when I imagine him, he moves like a Disney princess. I gave him an eyepatch because I feel like he would be insecure about his eye where the curse had spread. He has gloves for the extra coverage but he doesn't wear them all the time.

I also made a character playlist for him. Some songs are just there for the vibes. The sounds I associate with him are autumnal and folk-y:

"Wanderer's Lullaby" by Adriana Figueroa I imagine his magic mentor Minerva used to sing this to him.

“Out There” by Tom Hulce & Tony Jay

“The Loneliest Girl” by Celeina Ann & Nai Br.XX

“Ruin” by The Amazing Devil

“Waiting in the Wings (Reprise)” by Eden Espinosa & Hudson D’Andrea

"How to Be Invisible" by Kate Bush

“Monster” by Caissie Levy

“Irrelevant” by Lauren Aquilina

“I Was Human” English Cover by rachie

“The Horror and the Wild” by The Amazing Devil

“happiness” by Taylor Swift

“Message in the Wind” by Celeina Ann & Nai Br.XX

“I Am Not Nothing” by Beth Crowley This is how I imagine his good ending, if I manage to get him one. Haha, I am so scared about the game. In a good way! There’s also this male nightcore version.

“King” by Lauren Aquilina

#touchstarved #touchstarved oc #touchstarved game #red spring studio #jin the alchemist #my oc #original character #my original character #my drawings #traditional art #my art #he did just write down ‘cuddles’ and then frantically scribble it out like ‘no you don’t GET to you piece of shit what is wrong with you’

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cherryjasper · 5 months

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some flight rising auraboa scrys i made since while i like the species' tertiary genes i wasn't a big fan of their primary and secondary genes, so i tried to make something i like with them. in order:

(Olive Harlequin/Olive Jester/Spring Medusa with Plague Goat)

(Garnet Python/Garnet Morph/Cherry Medusa with Shadow Goat)

(Robin Ripple/Pearl Alloy/Pearl Willow with Shadow Pastel)

(Cottoncandy Mochuls/Robin Current/Cottoncandy Scuttle with Pastel Arcane)

(Coral Boa/Coral Woven/Mantis Paradise with Nature Primal)

(Falcon Obsidian/Stripes Obsidian/Cherry Batty with Plague Dark Sclera)

I really like the coral/coral/mantis one so I'm going to go for it!!

#flight rising scry #flight rising #fr scries #fr scrying workshop #auraboa #fr

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fantastic-fr-scries · 1 month

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Banescale Female

Blood / Charcoal /Orca , Pharaoh / Blaze / Flameforger

Plague Dark Sclera

#flight rising #flight rising dragon #flight rising scry #scrying workshop #fr scries #fr banescale #flight rising banescale #blood charcoal orca #pharaoh primary #blaze secondary #flameforger tertiary #plague dark sclera #fr plague #dark sclera

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cypriathus · 11 days

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WARNING: There is a brief mention of castration!

Ladethonius is an uncultivated imp and a familiar of Nikmuvolefja who’s quite sassy and determined, but capable of being calm and reserved. He’s the type of individual who won’t let other people walk all over him, and can be overprotective of those he sincerely cares about. He has maladaptive daydreams that easily distracts him, often using his intense fantasies as a substitute for social interactions. He has a ravenous appetite, a violent greediness for shiny objects, basic emotional intelligence skills, and a mischievous, yet intellectually curious mindset. He can be quite the stuck-up rebel, but will become obedient if the situation is serious or involves a reward that caters to his basic needs or desires. As a result of his animalistic nature, he exhibits the unique behaviours of amphibians and domesticated felines.

Ladethonius is approximately 1’ 9” (53.34 cm) with an oval-shaped endomorphic body type that has slim arms and a somewhat prominent belly. He possesses orangish canine teeth, a sticky frog tongue, retractable claws, a pouch for holding items, and decently sized Kalbian goat horns. He has reddish skin with dark brown blotches that contain one to two warts of glossy olive and a white belly with blackish spots. He has a coiled tail and chin-length, wispy pine glade hair with streaks of powder ash. He was born with mantis green eyes with monarch red sclera, but they were mostly blinded by the sun when he first opened them as a yearling. When in his true form, he maintains his original eyes, wispy hair, and goat horns. He’s a 23 ft (701.04 cm) legless, serpentine dragon that’s covered in patches of diseased flesh, full of squirming maggots and oozing pus. He has dry, broken lips, the teeth of a Philippine crocodile, reddish-olive skin, a brownish-white belly, and black blotches. Ladethonius also has a third eye of glistening fogginess, arms of a muscular man, and the wings of a Livingstone’s fruit Bat.

He has control over dangerous sea currents, his fiery breath can turn apples into edible and juicy gold, and his smell, hearing, and touch are greatly heightened. Ladethonius can change the colour of his skin to communicate his emotions, alternate between his two forms, and mimic the sounds associated with forested ecosystems and busy villages. He can summon blinding sicknesses, the bubonic plague, leprosy, and violent bodily shakes, and manipulate dark energy and the evening.

FAMILY:

Unknown

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Dragon of the West

Blind Adversary

The Sightless

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, his name means “coiled snake or strong flow”.

Despite being blind, he possesses some sort of thermal vision, but can only make out vague shapes of heat.

Shiny things are the only objects that he can see clearly

He’s castrated

He used to be the enslaved pet of Lerszukotha

Lerszukotha originally utilised him as a steed

He’s always carrying around a golden ball he stole from a spoiled prince many years ago, which he hides in his pouch.

He’s capable of human speech, but prefers to communicate with croaks, whistles, barks, meows, chirps, growls, purrs, and hissing.

#writerscorner #writing #creative writing #castration mention #original character #personality #physical appearance #outfit #abilities #power #imp #familiar #mage #pet #lilith #ladon #hesperian dragon

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scryingworkshop · 1 year

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#coatl #male #hatchling #fade #royal primary #seraph #ice secondary #smoke #orchid tertiary #plague #dark sclera eyes

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tragidean · 7 months

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home [3.3k] (ao3)

For a long few minutes, Castiel stares at the sign for a combination Flying J Travel Center-Casino-Denny’s hanging on the front of a saloon storefront. Painted red and gray and yellow, it stands out against the backdrop of sandy mountains and navy-blue skies. Tourists wander in off the interstate to fill up and waste time at the slot machines; locals come and go sporadically, sometimes empty handed, while others emerge with a white plastic to-go bag. The sun peters over the edge of the mountains, the dark of the sky growing lighter with the burgeoning oranges and yellows of a new morning. Castiel’s phone burns a hole in his pocket, a heavy, leaden weight he can’t ignore. It shouldn't be this hard to leave the front seat of his Bronco, but just the thought of taking the twenty-three steps from his car to the front door plagues him. He should go—he needs to, but his mind tells him to start the car and drive off into the sunrise. His heart, though, gets the better of him. His heart, and the gnawing ache in his stomach, from a want he can’t quite describe but associates with hunger. Not because he needs to eat, but because something in his Grace craves the camaraderie of a shared meal, no matter who joins him. Heart in his throat, Castiel takes a breath. Then another, until he regains some semblance of control. It’s never been this hard. But maybe it always has, and he elected to ignore it. Meeting up with Dean has always been a joy, but now… Now, Dean can barely look at him, and Castiel can barely think of the words to say to ease his pain. I died, he thinks, rubbing his eyes. I died, and he won’t talk to me about it. The engine shuttered, Castiel pulls the key from the ignition and shoves it into his coat pocket. He leaves the driver’s side window open, only because the last time he attempted to close it, glass crunched inside the door. If someone stole her, Castiel wouldn’t miss anything about her. Castiel pushes open one of the double doors of the casino and heads to his left, past the hall of slot machines and into an open dining room, with its white-painted walls and red chairs, all settled around tan linoleum-clad tables. A few patrons sit at the bar facing the kitchen, while others stand around, waiting for their morning to-go orders. In the far corner at the booth, Castiel finds a man sitting alone, his face turned to the window and his chin propped up in his palm. Yellow fluorescents cast him in a pale glow, highlighting the chill painting his cheeks, the split in his lip. Even at a distance, Castiel aches. Dean visibly perks up the closer Castiel ventures, the somberness in his eyes growing brighter. Only, the dark bruises painting the right half of his face mar his beauty, along with the scratch spanning from his brow to his ear, narrowly missing his eye. Yellows and greens color the very edges, while dark purple dyes the rest, resembling eyeliner. Red rings his pupil and most of his sclera. Castiel stops at the edge of the booth and—stares, bewildered yet enchanted by Dean’s smile, despite the pain he must feel. “You’re hurt.” Instantly, Dean’s grin dims. “Morning to you, too. Sit.” He motions to the other side of the table. “Called you an hour ago, what took you?” I didn’t know how to face you. “Traffic,” Castiel lies as he slides into the booth. Dean lifts a brow, but doesn’t comment further. “What have you been doing?”

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#my writings #destiel #destiel fic #deancas #deancas fic #hello all here's a short fic for your saturday evening!!

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