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basil-does-arttt · 4 days ago

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AH!! Hello, i am alive!! Apologies for like dissapearing entirely for a while... Anyway, remember how i said ages ago i would draw my original characters???? WELL.

BEHOLD, The main cast!! Closeups + mega yap below ehehe

CASTEL HINAMI:

{THE WOLF}

AGE: 42

HEIGHT: 182 CM (6.0 FT)

SPECIES: PUREBLOOD HELLHOUND

Castel is the main character of the story, and the one who's POV the story takes place from most of the time. Once a respected and renowned Hunter within the underworld, she went MIA during her last hunt in order to prevent Mia from being killed. It was an impulsive decision she made in the heat of the moment, without thinking about the consequenses. She is paying for it now in sanity and blood.

She is a stubborn and strong-willed woman, likes to do things her way or no way, and is no stranger to utilizing violence to solve her problems. But beneath her sometimes hostile demeanor she's got a big heart, she just struggles to show it.

She feels a strange connection to Mia she can't explain, like a sense of de-ja-vu whenever she looks at her. She feels like she's known Mia before, but of course that can't be possible.... right?

Regardless, she's trying her best to give the kid a chance to live a normal(ish) life. Or at least, a life she can feel happy in.

TRIVIA!!

- Castel works in a cage fighting group for a living, as it was the only job she could find that wouldnt leave a trace Hunters could follow. Hence, all her scars.

- She grew up an orphan, parents non-existent. Literally; there was and is no trace of their existence at all. How Castel came to be, is a mystery.

- Enlisted to become a Hunter at 16, actually became a Hunter at 18.

- She has an affinity for spicy food. Girl will straight up eat chillies as a snack.

- She carries at least one of her two weapons on her wherever she goes; A pistol named Crimzon, which was a gift from Amelia for her 25th birthday. And a knife named Skarlet, which Castel engraved herself and painted the blade red.

- Her jacket was stolen from somebody else. RIP to the poor 24 hour convenience store worker she robbed at 2 in the morning....

- Her hair used to be knee-length, however she cut it all off when she began working as a fighter. (that hurt me more than it hurt her.)

AMIRAIAH "MIA" MESSOR:

{THE MOTH}

AGE: 17

HEIGHT: 5.4 FT (164 CM)

SPECIES: PUREBLOOD LUX

The character this whole damn story revolves around, and the one haunting the narrative. A being of unfathomable destruction and chaos all packaged up into a neatly wrapped bow of girlhood teenage angst. She never wanted to get caught up in this, but then again, she doesn't know what she would have wanted instead either.

Her and Castel are similar in more ways than one; Physically, Mia appears much like Castel did as a child. In their childhoods both grew up orphans. She reminds Castel of herself. Mia often speaks to her as if she's known her for years already.

She is a quiet and timid girl, very socially withdrawn and rarely ever talks to people outside of Castel. Others often feel a strange and eerie energy in her presence, as she stares past them like they're not really there.

Although nobody has gone out of their way to tell her, she seems already aware of her fate. To die, or to become a Harvester.

TRIVIA!!

- She cannot fly, despite having wings, as they are too small to support her weight. So she'll often use them as a makeshift blanket instead. Or if she has to hide them, wrap them around her body underneath her sweater.

- The halo can come off, it sorta just.... floats there. Sometimes she wears it on her wrist.

- She likes spicy food, much like Castel! though not to the point of eating straight chillies as a snack..

- Very pedantic about cleanliness and hygiene. Once slept in Castel's car instead of a motel room they'd booked purely because the walls had a stain she couldnt scrub out.

- Cameras, computers, phones, technology in general tends to have a habit of malfunctioning in her presence. Bad luck, or something else...?

AMELIA WILLIAMS:

{THE DEER}

AGE: 45

HEIGHT: 6.1 FT (185 CM)

SPECIES: HALFBLOOD BLOOD-DEVIL

An old Hunter friend of Castel's, the two met when Castel was going through her training to become a Hunter, the two immediately hitting it off and growing close. Very close. They moved in together as roommates as their relationship blossomed, and Amelia believed she had found her soulmate.

That was, until Castel disappeared out of the blue one day with no warning, and no signs of returning. Believing her to be dead, Amelia retired from Hunting and went to live on the surface world, where she set up shop as a gunsmith and started her life anew. Every day missing Castel, but what could she do?

Apparently reunite with her at random one sunny afternoon, when Castel needed a gun repaired. The exact gun Amelia made for her as a birthday gift. Of course she accepted her back with open arms, but maybe.. she was a little lonely.

She's a kind open-minded woman but definitely has her limits with certain things. Hates liars and hates being kept in the dark. She is loyal to a fault, even if it ends up getting her hurt.

TRIVIA!!

- As mentioned above, she is a gunsmith! She picked it up from her foster father as a child, and took over his business after she retired.

- Amelia became a demon through death (hence, halfblood) when she was a young child, having drowned in a lake. She was taken in by a family in the Underworld as if she was one of their own.

- Normally when Halfbloods are formed, their souls are automatically linked to the Network. However, Amelia's was not, and nobody knows why. oh well, handy for if you want to hide from Hunters..........

- Biker chick :3, Is part of a riding group that she met after she retired.

- Her shop is set up in an old barn outside of the town she lives in, and she lives in a bunker she found abandoned underneath it. Refurbished it and now it's her home. Where is the old owner? who knows.

AVELYN WHITE:

{THE BEETLE}

AGE: 30

HEIGHT: 5.8 FT (176 CM)

SPECIES: PUREBLOOD BEAST

A mysterious, enigmatic woman who only appears in shadows to those who already know her name. She is a sorcerer, a demon gifted with the talent of harnessing the magic inherently present within her own and other's souls, and she uses this power to disappear completely from the world;

On paper, Avelyn White does not exist.

Despite all the rumors and such surrounding Avelyn, she's actually not all that scary to be around. She's got a good heart, all she wants to do is help others... for a price of course.

She can come across as intimidating when one first meets her, however if you were to get to know her, you'd find she isnt all that bad after all. A bit socially awkward, very blunt with her words and honest to a fault, but she keeps her word. As long as you keep yours.

TRIVIA!!

- Avelyn has an older sister, who is quite the well known figure within the Underworld; a region leader. The two split off when Avelyn dissapeared, and have not seen eachother for years.

- Avelyn has a strange interest (obsession?) with bugs. Beetles, flies, centipedes, cockroaches, butterflies.. among other things. When she was a child she would collect them in jars.

- The mark across her nose is a birthmark, not a scar. She's had it since she was born.

- Once upon a time she had wings, but they were ripped out by her sister. Nowadays all that remains are the scars and some pretty bad back pain...

- All her little charms each have a certain magical property attached to them. Protection spells to keep herself safe from Hunters that want her head on a wall.

- She keeps her nails sharp purely to scratch Castel when she's pissed off.

- Treats Mia like a little sister of sorts.

RAY DARLING:

{THE CROW}

AGE: 31

HEIGHT: 6.8 FT (207 CM)

SPECIES: PUREBLOOD SHIFTER

The no-nonsense, stubborn, and sometimes a bit egotistical brains of the operation when it comes to hunting down Castel and Mia. They are a highly decorated Hunter in the Underworld with years of experience in hunting down dangerous and difficult targets; There's nobody better you could ask to do this job.

Only, theres one teeny, tiny issue... Castel was Ray's mentor. They looked up to her not just as a friend but as a caretaker, as family. Their role as a Hunter will always come before anything else in their mind of course. At least they're trying to convince themself it will.

They like to perform jobs their way or no way (boy wonder where they picked that up from), very much used to and preferring being the one calling the shots. They've been known to be a little reckless in their hunts too, often putting their end goal above their own safety. Though, they prefer to keep things as clean as possible, utilizing as little violence as possible.

TRIVIA!!

- As suggested by their name, they have the ability to shapeshift. They can take on the appearance of other people (given they know what the person looks like), and they can transform into a crow. (only a crow, or other such corvid, but they prefer the crow.)

- Their eyes are reflective like a cat's.

- Ray's mother was a human human. They are still considered a pureblood despite this, as they were born a demon. However, their scales are mildly deformed as a result.

- Ray suffers from some pretty serious memory loss, as a result of their mother's death when they were a child; From age 6 to 16, they do not remember a single moment of their life. Besides this, they also tend to forget things in their day-to-day life easier than most.

- They have a partner! And he is not what you'd expect... imagine hot topic personified with enough edge and angst for an entire villiage. they love him tho, even if he pisses them off :3

- Pierced their own eyebrow at 19 in a fit of young adult defiance against their father. Also got a tattoo at 19 for the same reason, which was stars across their ribs. They regret both.

- Their father is a chief policeman for the capital city in the surface world. Some Hunters believe he used his influence to help Ray rise through the ranks to their current position, but this has never been confirmed.

- They are vegetarian.

- They lost their leg when they were 19, as it was crushed underneath rubble during their first real hunt.

IVORY KING:

{THE RABBIT}

AGE: 25

HEIGHT: 5.6 FT (170 CM)

SPECIES: HALFBLOOD BLOODSUCKER)

Eccentric, unorthodox, rowdy. Ivory King is the last person you'd expect to have the position and status as a Hunter that she does - one of the best Scouts a Hunter could ask for. Her methods of gathering information and plotting schemes may be a little out of the ordinary, and may sometimes result in more problems than they're intended to solve... but hey. She gets the job done. Somehow.

Regardless of her unique ways, there is no doubt Ivory is skilled and mostly reliable in what she does. There is a reason she was assigned to work with Ray on this job.

Her moods tend to change a lot between two extremes, with sometimes no obvious reason as to why. One day, she can be relaxed and content. The next, the entire world and god is her sworn enemy. One minute she's laughing, the other she's screaming. She can be a little dramatic, a little sensitive, however underneath all this she's a genuine and kind young woman who just struggles a lot to lower her walls and trust other people.

She's been hurt a lot in her past, and she wouldn't like to be again.

TRIVIA!!

- Ivory has two older brothers. One is a guitarist in a band, who's logo is the pendant on her necklace. The other is a detective, who she hates with every fibre of her being and wants 6 feet under the ground immediately. Also she's forced to work with him.

- Ivory passed and became a Bloodsucker at 14 years old, having died via suicide. The collar she wears covers the scar.

- Often carries around a barbed-wire covered baseball bat she named Rex.

- Afraid of dogs.

- She owns a single firearm, which she stole from her detective brother. He never found out it was her that took it.

- Has been to a psych ward exactly once in her life. Has been arrested at least three seperate times.

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jellicatty · 10 months ago

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❝ THE OTHER WOMAN ₊˚ ❞

A tale of an unfortunate woman— cursed with a lonesome life, pouring all of her love to a wretched and unfaithful man.

╰┈➤ contains : sukuna x female reader. cheater! sukuna. toxic relationship. other woman is mean. written in other woman's pov. third pov. sfw-ish. angst.

╰┈➤ note : unedited because this was from my archives + wrote this two years ago lol. this fic is inspired by Lana del Rey's The Other Woman ! I loved the song so I used it for some inspo hini >____<

Oh, other woman, how lonely you must be.

The other woman has time to manicure her nails

The other woman is perfect where her rival fails

And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair, anywhere.

She’s fresh from the boutique; luxury draped around her form. From head to toe, was the old money of the famous businessman— Sukuna Ryomen. Pride swelled on her chest at the sight of measly women with their cheap brands. She felt perfect amongst the sea of the low-cost. Though among piles of garbage, hidden jewelry resides.

Her eyes held the usual disgust and her ego stood tall, yet the doubts at her head fought for their lives. Face to face, was the wife of her beloved. She looked so spent, her beauty slowly fading with the times. They acknowledged each other’s presence as poor Y/n thought of her as a very lovely woman.

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume

The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room

There are never toys that's scattered everywhere

The flower endured even the harshest of her tenor.

Suddenly, the woman’s sour mood turned sweet, her eyes scanning the bags and bags of expensive jewelry. But all of it didn’t matter to her. The woman in love quickly searched for the concealed letter, her heart fluttering once touching the rough, sealed paper.

And she read it, repeated it, hated it.

It was unfair.

How unfair it was for her to receive only letters. His touch, lonely woman yearned for his touch. Gritting her teeth, the woman let anger control her until red no longer consumed her body.

Amongst the ripped bags, was the other woman who desperately called for his love. But the woman knew he was busy with his own children, tending to them with his pitiful spouse, surrounded by numerous toys and annoying cries of her own devil spawns.

And when her old man comes to call

He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen

'Cause to be by her side

It's such a change from old routine

Most would run away with fear in their eyes once taking a quick look at his monstrous stature. But, her love clouded her mind. Instead of fear, it was adoration— heart erratic at his predator-like stare.

“Sukuna, my darling, how are you-”

“Who told you to speak?”

His words were enough to make her obediently follow. She was such a pet for him; all nice and loyal. To her, no action can be enough of a sign that love was not present. She was too far gone in her own fantasies. Too far gone in imagining his eyes lit up the same way hers do.

Although his eyes do shine, they do so with an obviously evil haze to it. His malicious intent clearly displayed within his cold gaze, and only a fool would ignore them.

But, the other woman is a fool.

A fool for offering herself to a man.

She didn’t question his order any further, only getting straight to undressing herself in front of his dark gaze. Used woman was useful, she served as his distressor, an enjoyment inside his boring life. No children, no toys, no cries, no demands, no complaints, no questions asked.

Between them was no love, only entertainment. Because to be by her side, is a change from his old routine.

Clueless woman thought otherwise.

But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep

The other woman will never have his love to keep

Other woman, why can't you just see?

His love was not yours, it never was.

His steel eyes will never search for yours. No rough hands will grasp your body tonight, for it will only be against his darling’s plush skin. His attention will not be at your seducing red gown or the skin that showed. His focus will only be on his darling’s enhanting dress that showed their uneven curves and cured insecurities.

Is it clearer now? Now, when Y/n's form is tightly pressed against Sukuna's, looking at you with those eyes? While their bodies slowly dance under the dim lights? Oh, she knows. Their gaze at you is unsettling, full of hatred for claiming what’s not yours.

And as the years go by the other woman

Stop dancing on the bridge. There’s no one beside you.

Will spend her life alone

You fell? How pitiful. No imagination can save you now.

Alone

The only cure for loneliness is death, right?

Alone

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