#mantis hybrid oc

[valentine-cafe]

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ so it has been spoken, my hozier, end summer phase, has rolled around. and the playlists have been brought out, and all i can imagine writing is:

travelling around with talisen 781 and drinking café and tea with him in the most lovliest places. petting the cats and dogs in some of the café's you go to.

him taking you around elritea and showing you some of the secluded, most beautiful corners of it.

he really likes taking you to the small azelea forest he found not too long ago, that had grown all by itself without the help of humankind.

and before anyone else found it, he wanted to share it with you, rishen and alessio all alone.

sitting with him and drawing, taking photos of each other with his vintage camera. spouting poetry and watch alessio and the poet bicker. while rishen shakes his head and eats his cookies.

such serenity flowing through the air. siiiiiiiiiiiigh.

⊹ ۪ howlie 💙

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Mantis and His Moth

Yandere FtM Mantis Hybrid Cultist x Male Moth Hybrid Reader CW: Noncon, forced oral sex, aphrodisiac pheromones, musk, scent kink, eating pussy like it's groceries, pussy eating on period, minor character death, human-hybrid sacrifice, fictional religions, indoctrination, brainwashing, cannibalism, terms like pussy and cunt used for trans male genitals, dick riding, biting, overstimulation, non-sexual bondage, drenched in pussy juice, partially suffocated by pussy, public but discrete pussy eating, praise Word Count: 3.6k (Comm for @vanberryhearts, their OC Salem Blackthorn can be viewed HERE)

You grunted as you carried the box. You weren’t very strong, and it was filled to the brim with cans of food to go to the church’s community food drive and you were carrying it around back. The back door was closer to the basement and it was easier to walk it around then go through multiple rooms in the church. Plus the building was all locked up anyway. You had meant to bring the food earlier but you had gotten caught up with other matters.

That was okay though, the fence that led to the back of the property was ajar, so you were just gonna leave the food on the back porch and it would be easy for the priest, Salem Blackthorn, to take it down when he found it there the next morning. He was a strong mantis hybrid man and could carry down much more easily than a small moth hybrid like you.

After you sat down the box you started making your way off the porch, but as you did so the door suddenly opened and Salem stepped out carrying a large object that had been well wrapped in some type of cloth.

When he saw you he seemed surprised but you were already stepping forward and helping him with what he was holding. You barely noticed that the robes he was wearing, while ornate and clearly for religious purpose, were not the typical garb of a priest. They covered most of his body. The hood hid his tan skin, pretty blond hair, and relatively short antennae from the world.

“Oh wow, this is really heavy! I don’t mind helping, where are we taking-”

You tripped on the step off the porch, unbalancing Salem and causing him to drop what he was carrying. It fell right off the porch and landed beside you. The wrapping had been damaged and peeled away and what you saw took a moment for your brain to register.

A bloody corpse with bites ripped out of it in many places.

Before you could think to move Salem was upon you, pulling you into the church and down into the basement with a hand firmly over your mouth as he whispered into your ear.

“I’m sorry dove, you really weren’t supposed to see that.”

The priest took you into the room farthest from the stairs then put a gag over your mouth and left you tied in a chair in the middle of the room before running back upstairs, presumably to take care of the fallen “package” that he had left uncovered outside. He left you alone long enough for you to get a good look at your surroundings. You had never been down here before.

And after taking note of what was around you doubted many people that had seen this place were still alive.

In front of you there was an altar. A medium sized and intricately stone sculpture of a spider lay in the center. In front of the statue was a large silver goblet filled with blood. An offering. The sculpture’s eyes were inlaid rubies and its gaze filled you with despair. It was a depiction of the arachnid goddess, Arachna. She was mostly worshiped these days by small clandestine groups huddled in small dark rooms hidden from the gaze of society.

Much like this room.

Though you certainly hadn’t expected a worshiper of the insect god, The Great Moth Regalis, to be a disciple of the foul Arachna. Though you supposed that’s exactly why it was such a perfect cover.

Not fighting wasn’t an option. You struggled with every ounce of strength that you had. Sweat dripped down your brow. You didn’t want to end up another bitten corpse with your blood in that goblet as a sacrifice to the spider goddess.

You wriggled and writhed in your binds, drawing blood from various places where the ropes chaffed your bare skin. Your wings burned with the effort of flexing and vibrating them to try and squirm free. And your throat ached with the burden of trying to scream through your gag.

The binds were too formidable. Clearly made by someone who was experienced with this sort of thing.

All your struggles amounted to was making the chair you were in lean over and fall, causing your head to smack painfully against the cold concrete floor. You almost wished it had been enough to knock you out or even kill you outright, then and there, then you wouldn’t have to be conscious for the fate that surely awaited you as soon as Salem returned. All that you could do was cry as you awaited death.

Salem was so frustrated. How could he have allowed this to happen? He had left the gate unlocked allowing you to just traipse upon him right at the exact moment that he was hauling out the body?? The timing was absurd! What were the odds?

He ran over to shut and lock the gate that allowed passage to the back of the church before returning to the body. He re-wrapped the body properly, as it was an important part of the ritual, as he pondered what to do about you.

Killing you was out of the question entirely. Aside from the fact that he never killed any permanent resident or their visiting family, to avoid arousing suspicion, he also harbored quite a strong crush on you. He had sense he first laid eyes on you during his first sermon.

Your eyes stared up at him hanging on every word that passed his lips. So devout, so diligent in your charitable works, so deliciously… innocent…

Oh, how he longed to corrupt you. And to make it even better you were a regal moth hybrid. Such hybrids were regarded as being good luck to those around them as the insect god Regalis was a regal moth himself.

Just the thought of indoctrinating you into the cult made his heart flutter and wetness flow from his crotch. It would take his defiling of the mother religion to new heights and surely make Arachna happy.

The mantis had not yet put his desires into motion. He had planned to slowly get you more and more attracted to him before working on getting you addicted to his pheromones until you were totally dependent on him. Now it appeared that he would have to rush forward without much subtlety. But that was okay, he could definitely do so.

He finished with the body, taking it to a pit he had dug earlier, and placed it in carefully before topping it with a small apple sapling. Just one of many that would match the little orchard he had growing in the field behind the church.

You flinched when you heard the door open and trembled with pure fear, your mind conjured forth innumerable horrors, all the manners in which he may torture and eventually kill you went through your terrified mind. You renewed your futile bid for freedom, floundering about as best you were able.

When Salem saw you he scoffed.

“Tsk, tsk.”

He bent down to right your chair and brushed your cheek with all the tenderness in the world after doing so before placing a gentle kiss on your tear soaked cheek.

“There, there, my little moth. No need to be so scared.”

Obviously, those words did nothing to dispel you of the terror that had so thoroughly stricken you, if you even took notice of them at all with all the adrenaline coursing through you and your heart beating faster than it ever had before.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes as sobs racked your body.

“Aww. Please don’t worry, pretty thing, you won’t be suffering too much longer.”

This made you shake and sob much harder. This was it. That was his way of telling you that he was going to snuff out your life. That you’d be joining that other body wherever it had been dragged off to. You’d be offered up like a slab of meat to the vile spider. You were getting dizzy and hyperventilating. This couldn’t be happening. You were a good man and you had so much to live for. So much good to do.

Then something unexpected happened. Salem disrobed himself of the cultist garb he had been cloaked in, revealing a drooling pussy and dizzying your mind now not with a lack of air but with his musky pheromones.

He spoke as if reading your thoughts.

“Don’t worry, I am not going to fuck then eat you. That’s actually a harmful stereotype derived from feral regular mantises, not something a mantis hybrid does!”

You really had no reason to believe him.

Though he did lure in tasty horny sacrifices in with a promise of sex before forcing them to eat him out, to dose them with his pheromones, before partially eating them alive and then killing them. But that was because it was what Arachna demanded! Not because he was a mantis hybrid!

Still, he had no intention of harming you and you did not require the extra details at this time.

The tall man undid your gag and let it fall away before replacing it with his dripping wet cunt, pushing your head into it gently but firmly. You tried to move your head but were ultimately unable to avoid the smell and taste of his sex.

The smell was just amazing, slowly making you blush and your face feel overheated. The feeling soon spread all over your entire body. It relaxed your tense muscles and caused your member to tent in your pants. You whimpered in need as you began eagerly slipping your tongue into your captor, lapping at his surprisingly sweet pussy juice.

He smiled down at you, removing his hand as he no longer needed to force your face into it after his pheromones took effect.

“Such a good boy for me~”

No one could resist the scent of his pussy when presented directly in their face. They’d feel no pain and every touch would feel amazing. It didn’t hurt that little mothies like you were naturally attracted to sweet nectar-like fluids.

Your moans and overstimulated whimpers were just precious to him. Making him wetter and wetter. He toyed with his clit as he allowed you to drink up his fluid at your own pace. Your face was already absolutely drenched.

It seemed as if there was just no end to the impossibly delicious fluid that flowed from him like a fountain.

He had to push you away so that he could untie you and remove your soaked clothes, revealing your excited cock. You weren’t even paying any attention, just trying to get back into that pussy. When you were finally released you dove right back into it, clinging to him with both of your arms as you slurped his cunt.

When he came it was a fresh torrent of pheromones even more potent than the last. You became so overstimulated that you could barely move. He guided you to another room in the basement, one that was closer to the door.

You could barely stand by the time he got you through the door so he gently picked you up and carried you to a soft bed, laying your pussy juice covered body down carefully as if he was afraid you would shatter to dust in his hands.

If you had been one of his usual victims, one of the tourists he lured in off the street, this is when he would have started devouring you to death before draining out your blood and wrapping you in spider webbing. But you were his cute little moth so he would treat you with the utmost care. And one day you would help kill tasty snacrifices for Arachna. It would be Salem’s perfect relationship.

But until then there was something more urgent that needed attending to.

He lowered himself down onto your hard cock as he placed a finger coated in his nectar for you to suck while he rid you. He took his time, savoring the delicious moment when he took his sweet little new boyfriend for the first time.

You didn’t last very long at all inside the heat of his pussy, quickly mingling his fluids with your cum. You cried as you climaxed, it was all so much. The feel of the silk beneath you, the touch of his teeth gently nibbling and sucking the flesh of your neck, his hands trailing up and down your sides. Every touch against your skin made you shiver in pleasure.

It was all okay though, Salem didn’t mind at all. His naturally drugged juices kept you hard and ready to go several times over, he didn’t stop riding you until your balls had been thoroughly emptied into him and each orgasm began to approach the borderline of pleasure into pain. He had finished while riding you a couple times as well. The sight of your pretty little face gasping and moaning with the burden of too much pleasure, your erratically twitching antenna, your sporadically fluttering wings, practically sent him into a rut. Made him feel a primal urge to fuck you over and over until you were soaked to the bone in his juices and no one could deny you were his and his alone.

You were the only moth worthy of worshiping and giving pleasure. Not that pitiful god of yours. He’d make you convert to his faith with an unyielding flood of sex and love.

And that was exactly what Salem did.

Every waking moment, barring those where he had to maintain his priestly facade, were spent in unfathomable pleasure followed by aftercare and honeyed words. Sex, pheromones, cuddling, doting, feeding (he often mixed his very own pheromone laden “sauce” into your meals). But mostly the sex. You tried to remain devout, to maintain the hold on your beliefs, and while it took longer than Salem had expected the transformation was all the stronger for having been tested so thoroughly.

There was a brief relapse in the early days of the process. One of the church’s nuns had entered the bedroom you were being kept in down in the basement. You begged her for help as hope returned to your heart, only to be dashed as she held up a spider pendant. That’s when you realized all the nuns must be members of the cult too. Later that day, in response to having asked for help, Salem was extra “attentive.”

Despite the brief setback, your mind eventually transformed. You found yourself hopelessly clingy and in need of your Salem. You no longer needed pheromones for sex and were more than eager to taste him or slip inside him and often initiated the encounters yourself. When the two of you weren’t busy making love you clung to his arm. He made you feel happy and secure.

He no longer kept you locked in the basement, instead you attended services as normal. Making up an illness as an excuse for your previous absence.

But the changes to your ways of thinking and behavior didn’t stop at being hopelessly in need of your mantis boyfriend. He had also successfully moved you to the worship of Arachna. It thrilled Salem to no end knowing he had fully converted you, a moth of all things, into being a being of sinful debauchery and Arachna worship.

But there was still one important thing left to do to officially solidify your position in his cult. Your baptism in blood. You were nervous, but eager to appease your new goddess. And of course your boyfriend. In no small part because he said that after you did this with him then you could get married in the eyes of Arachna.

All you had to do was make your first sacrifice. Salem assured you that he would lure them down and drug them, all you would need to do is kill them with him and help wrap them in the traditional way that Arachna demanded.

You were really nervous, but Salem calmed you down. He selected yet another tourist who he said deserved it. Whose greatest contribution in life would be as a sacrifice to Arachna. He assured you that he was doing a service, he only selected the scum of society. He had mystic ways of knowing the kinds of things that they did.

Though at this point your mantis had so much control over you that even if he had told you that you were killing an angel you probably could have been convinced that you were doing the right thing for Arachna.

The soon to be corpse that Salem had selected for you was an ant hybrid. He eagerly followed the handsome priest down, thinking he was getting lucky with a priest of his religion. Which Salem pointed out was further proof that he was vile. Followers of the moth were not to seek pleasure from someone of the cloth, if he was a half decent person he would not violate his own religion so readily.

Salem had him sit in one of the rooms in the basement, they both disrobed and Salem guided the ant’s head to his cunt, forcing him to get drunk in much the same way you had been your first time with Salem.

Though this hybrid’s night started similarly to yours it would end quite differently.

After he was thoroughly inebriated from the musk and pheromones produced by Salem’s sex he was led by Salem into the altar room where you were waiting anxiously.

Since you were unable to bite him to death like Salem you used a knife instead. It was a small mercy as it ended him much more quickly. Not that it would have mattered, he was so drugged that he wouldn’t have felt anything but pleasure anyway.

“A-and you promise this won’t cause him any pain?”

Salem stroked your arm comfortingly.

“Of course not my little moth, he will feel nothing but pleasure and through his death he will be cleansed in the many eyes of Arachna. We are saving his immortal soul by discarding his corrupted flesh.”

With renewed resolve you leaned him over a bucket and slit his throat allowing the warm blood to pool into the goblet before you set it before the statue. Your mantis has you at least lick the knife. It was a jarring metallic taste that made you flinch and curl your antenna in disgust. Salem chuckled and assured you that you’d get used to it.

And you did, during subsequent sacrifices the mantis hybrid would bite pieces off the victim for you since you lacked teeth sharp enough to do so. Then he’d chew the chunks and feed them to you while the two of you made out so you could enjoy the full ritual. You definitely learned to enjoy the flavor of fresh meat and blood.

When all the blood had left the ant man you wrapped the body up in your own silk as Salem guided you in how to do the wrapping then the two of you hauled him out, Salem doing the antlion’s share of the work, and buried him before planting a tree.

Many months after your first kill, on a Sunday morning, Salem was giving a sermon. Your fellow church goers thought you were absent from service but you were present, just not in view. Not in their view anyway. You were closer to the priest than any of them. Right under the pulpit. It was a grand fixture, large and imposing, wrapping around and concealing all of Salem’s sides. Perfect, as it turned out, for concealing a lover worshiping between the mantis’ legs.

You were making out with his pussy, kissing and licking it lovingly and deeply. You started letting out little whimpers and gasps as his extra potent pheromones kicked in. He was on his period and it seemed the blood you were lapping up gave his juices an extra punch. As you began to forget just exactly where you were, getting lost in his bloody cunt, you began to make soft moans and whimpers.

Salem continued his sermon unabashed, passionately railing against the sins of the flesh. Preaching about how Regalis demanded marriage before fornication, as he carefully took one of his hands and pushed you into his crotch to silence your noises before they got any louder.

You had some difficulty breathing as his sex threatened to drown you, but you continued to seek out the unique flavor and musk. Your antenna curled as you came untouched, your moan thankfully muffled by Salem.

Salem came soon after, his pussy absolutely gushing all over you. All the stimulation, all the taboo thrill of getting oral sex from his little mothy while making a mockery of the opposing religion, honoring Arachna through hedonism, the sight of his debauched darling struggling for breath and looking up at him with half lidded eyes lost in pleasure, it all culminated in the best orgasm of his life.

He didn’t let it show on his face though.

Salem wrapped up his sermon, once more reminding the church goers to resist temptation as they filed out the door. When the last one left he stopped pressing your face into him. You gasped for breath momentarily but went right back to licking him clean.

The mantis smiled at the scene below him, you were covered in his lubricant, face smeared with his blood, you looked absolutely ruined just for him.

“Such a good boy.”

He stroked your wet cheek as he allowed you to continue for a while, basking in the pleasant sensation, until finally he took you back downstairs. He’d worry about cleaning under the pulpit later. Right then it was more important he cleaned you up and rewarded you for such a good job.

[jtnavart]

Some reference sheets for art fight

[squigglestrawz]

NEW OC ALERT!!!

Been so long since I’ve made an oc bro😭

[koshatailwind]

Adopt bebi, very cool, i really like him. Sold too!

[citricking]

Done a few things in 2023 but something that brings me joy is that I got the chance to be in a few DnD games.

Here are the three lads I got to play this year.

[blyostie]

I have made an adoptable! you can find my silly lil bug at my kofi!

[aricade]

Mango Mantis Dragonfly Adopt

I hope I didn't make her scary/too scary- She's a Mantis & Dragonfly hybrid, with mango like colors & patterns. Dreamies: toyhou.se/MillyMoonStar/favor… > Art > Characters > Customs

Honestly might keep? There's so real connection I just think she's cool. Like

[lunarxd60]

Mantis JJ.

Mantis version of my persona.

This has been in the back of my mind for awhlie.. And I never did it until now that is. I know I don’t post her a lot on here but I really want to change that.

[valrayne-faeu]

we have gotten a few asks about the “rules” for making a sona or OC in the faeu, so if you’re someone that likes to be “canon-compliant” or have a set of rules to follow when making an OC, here they are! (feel free to not follow them if you don’t want to, you’re welcome to use your imagination)

Dream and Nightmare are the oldest current living fae in the Seasonal Realms at 1500 years old, older fae either left or died during the war

there are no hybrid fae (spring/autumn, summer/winter, etc). the Spring-Summer and Autumn-Winter magics are like oil and water and cannot mix. a fae has the magic of whatever realm they were born into, and a human that becomes fae will have the magic of whatever realm they were tricked in.

Spring-Summer fae can’t travel to Autumn-Winter (and vice versa) without protections or the blessing of the king of where they’re travelling. fae will fall very ill from the conflicting magic after spending even an hour across the border (Summer fae will have a cold and Winter fae will have a fever).

it is possible to convert to another realm, but it is a process and you have to be blessed by the king of the realm you’re switching to in a ceremony. however, if you convert to Spring-Summer and then change your mind and want to return to Autumn-Winter, Nightmare will refuse to let you return. so choose wisely. Dream is more lenient—if you convert to Autumn-Winter and then want to return to Spring-Summer, Dream will welcome you back.

there are certain physical traits associated with each court—

Summer/Spring Court - Antlers. Wings: Butterfly, Dragonfly, Bee, Praying Mantis, Wasp, Fly

Winter/Autumn Court - Horns. Wings: Moth, Beetle, Cicada, Grasshopper, Firefly, Cockroach

there are fae that aren’t based on insects! fae that are bird-like, have traits of dragons or unicorns, things like that. feel free to get creative with it ^^

fae can’t lie, it makes them physically ill. it’s not worth it to try. you can trade a human for the ability to lie, however only one fae has managed to do so. most fae don’t think it’s a skill they need, and the ability to manipulate words and dancing around the truth is a highly valued skill. fae culture loves wordplay. humans that are becoming fae will find telling lies makes them more and more ill until they’re dissuaded from it.

there are realms beyond the faewildes, and other kingdoms of fae with different magics. it is possible to travel from one to another through the wildes but it is dangerous. the faewildes do not have a ruler as wild magic doesn’t like to be tamed, but there are fae that survive out there (Error is one example).

in the fae realms there are some fae known as “Aspects”. fae that went through a lot of complicated, life-altering, incredibly influential experiences that were entirely concentrated around a singular concept of some kind. it changes them fundamentally as a person, concentrating their magic on that concept until they are tied to it intrinsically and it is as much a part of them as they are a part of it. events on the level of Frisk surviving a beam from Asriel as the god of hyperdeath at 0.0000001 HP through sheer Determination, or all the things that made Sans into Geno and then ultimately into Error. they become that thing personified. Aspects are incredibly powerful and exceedingly rare, and it’s a very big deal for one to happen. notable Aspects are Dream (Positivity), Nightmare (Negativity), Error (Chaos), and Ink (Inspiration).

a lot of the faeu is based on Celtic folklore—there are many interesting concepts and creatures to read about and pull inspiration from. i recommend reading up on the Tuatha Dé Danann and Aos Sí!

all fae can make magically-binding deals, even humans that just got tricked into staying in the fae realms that haven’t turned fae yet. magically-binding deals are usually limited to things that you can actually complete, such as trading something you own/have or doing some kind of service. with study and training it is possible to strengthen your magic and give intangible things such as a boon/luck/etc. the more tied you are to the magic of the realm the more powerful you are and the more complex of a deal you can make. it takes lots of study to reach this level.

[valentine-cafe]

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 :  red velvet cheesecake !! . . . mad scientist ⊹ male reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕verse 209 ꮽ  rishen herrera

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a spider-moth-mantis hybrid mad scientist, harming and cunning ceo

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... everyone thinks that you're the one who takes it from the ceo, little do they know ⊹ cw ٬٬ rough sex. 

As Rishen's favourite assistant, it wasn't too shocking when rumours started spreading around like wildfire. About how heated you'd both get behind closed doors, about how you were his perfect boy when locked away in his office, and most recently — the tale spun by a coworker that they'd walked in on you surely under Mister Herrera's desk.

He never paid any mind to them. You did. Not because they were wrong on your rendezvous. But because they wholeheartedly thought that you were the one taking it.

You huffed at the thought. If only they could see him now. Lab coat strewn out behind him. Curls messy and hung over his heated face. Maroon eyes all loopy, slitted — are those hearts? Oh how his body curled for you, opened up for you. How his thighs fitted so perfectly in your hands. And his tight little hole? He swallowed you so greedily.

"Can't believe they think this pretty slut does anything but take it." Your laugh bordered cruel as you shallowed your thrusts into a harsh hump. He squirmed back on his desk and his whine sounded through the room.

"Can't believe," his nipple fell victim to your harsh twists. "That they think he's anything but a good little boy for me."

Wet smacking brimmed the air as you purposefully hardened your thrusts. So that your balls slapped against his ass at a tempo that had him reeling. Nails clawed through the wood while another fisted on your lab coat.

"Please - fuck," he croaked.

"Please?" His knees crooked over your shoulders as you leaned down, folding him in half. Jerking his body so that he was reminded how well he took it. "Please fuck you harder? Fuck you harder so they know who's the whore here?"

You complied with his wordless beg. Ramming your hips against his until his dick twitched with bubbles of his cum. Third time and it's only been fifteen minutes. . . Seems you're breaking a record. His head tossed back. Maw hung in endless moans and drool alike. Every thrust was a testament to your truth. That he was the pretty little slut who took it so well.

"I — 'm - fuck - gonna cum -"

"Already cummin' you dumb slut," you hissed and snapped your grip to his throbbing cock. Thumb swirled in cruel circles that arched his back further. He mewled.

"Fuck," you groaned. "Can't believe they think otherwise. Moan a lil' louder. Need them to know better.”

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki .

[bingusbongusiii]

Hey! I absolutely love your art style! Its amazing, and I was wondering; could you draw my oc Mantis? she's a rainwing/hivewing hybrid with acidic venom and colour changing scales. She's gold and dark blue, with white pupils. If you can draw it for me, I can't wait to see the result!

thank you so much for this ask!

i hope i drew her accurately

[celestialmantdonna]

The Children

Semi-canon OCs children of Ego based on the MCU's adaptation of Norse mythology. This post also has a part 2.

[ Note: I added no trigger warnings because I won't go into detail; if you've watched GotG Vol. 2 (or you haven't but you write with me) you know what happens to Ego's children. There is a chance Mantis will mention these characters in threads, especially around other muses from Thor. ]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* . ───

NAME: Gunnar.

NAME MEANING: warrior, fighter, soldier, battle.

GENDER: male.

SPECIES: hybrid (Celestial/Asgardian).

PLACE OF BIRTH: Asgard.

FAMILY: Ego (father, deceased); Gyda (mother); Mantis (paternal half-sister); Peter Quill (paternal half-brother); Ego's children (paternal half-siblings, deceased).

PERSONALITY TRAITS: courageous; decisive; stubborn; rash; loyal; outspoken; adventurous; proud.

FACE CLAIM: Ryan Henson.

BIO:

Gunnar was the illegitimate son of the Celestial Ego, a god, and the Asgardian Gyda, a former shield-maiden forced to retire due to a shoulder injury. Gunnar grew up hearing stories of Valhalla, frequently asking his mother to train him with the hopes that one day he would be worthy of entering Odin's hall.

Gyda worked as an apothecary, which had been her occupation ever since her shield-maiden days were over, and she was working when Gunnar, wandering the woods, was approached by Ego. He introduced himself to his son, and Gunnar, desperate to connect with his father, allowed Ego to take him to his planet.

AESTHETIC:

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* . ───

NAME: Haldis.

NAME MEANING: stone spirit, rock, purposeful, goddess.

GENDER: female.

SPECIES: hybrid (Celestial/storm giant).

PLACE OF BIRTH: Skornheim.

FAMILY: Ego (father, deceased); Hyrja (mother); Mantis (paternal half-sister); Peter Quill (paternal half-brother); Ego's children (paternal half-siblings, deceased); Hundr (maternal uncle, deceased).

PERSONALITY TRAITS: confident; honest; clever; curious; warm; astute; protective; extroverted.

FACE CLAIM: Nico Parker.

BIO:

Haldis was the illegitimate daughter of the Celestial Ego, a god, and Hyrja, a storm giant and tavern owner at Skornheim. From a young age, Haldis possessed a very extroverted personality. She was a natural leader and a quick learner, helping her mother at the tavern or studying the blade with her uncle Hundr, a blacksmith. Despite being mocked by the other storm giants for her relatively small size, Haldis was confident and self-assured.

One evening, Haldis was at Hundr's smithy with her uncle when someone came looking for her. He introduced himself as Ego, father of Haldis, and Hundr gave his niece permission to go with him. Despite her initial anger and resentment toward him, Haldis followed Ego to his planet.

AESTHETIC:

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NAME: Sune.

NAME MEANING: sun, sunshine, boy, son.

GENDER: male.

SPECIES: hybrid (Celestial/Vanir).

PLACE OF BIRTH: Vanaheim.

FAMILY: Ego (father, deceased); Svana (mother); Mantis (paternal half-sister); Peter Quill (paternal half-brother); Ego's children (paternal half-siblings, deceased); Saga (maternal grandmother, deceased).

PERSONALITY TRAITS: caring; patient; chatty; humorous; nervous; clumsy; wisecracking; fun-loving.

FACE CLAIM: Satoshi Tomiura.

BIO:

Sune was the illegitimate son of the Celestial Ego, a god, and Svana, a scribe and spakona (seeress) of Vanaheim. Moments after giving birth to Sune, Svana had a vision of something terrible happening to her son. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but the vision left her shattered and unable to look after herself, let alone after Sune. Because of this, Sune was raised by his grandmother, Saga, whose old age had caused her own visions to recede.

Sune was an energetic, fun-loving child; he liked laughing and making people laugh. One day, Saga had gone to buy some food, and Sune was home alone when he heard a knock. He opened the door to reveal a visitor, one who introduced himself as Sune's father. Ego claimed that the beauty of his planet was greater than the beauty of Vanaheim; Sune did not believe him, and when Ego invited him to come to his planet and see for himself, Sune accepted.

AESTHETIC:

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NAME: Norhild.

NAME MEANING: north, northern, northern battle, war.

GENDER: female.

SPECIES: hybrid (Celestial/frost giant).

PLACE OF BIRTH: Jötunheim.

FAMILY: Ego (father, deceased); Nefja (mother, deceased); Mantis (paternal half-sister); Peter Quill (paternal half-brother); Ego's children (paternal half-siblings, deceased).

PERSONALITY TRAITS: quiet; shy; distant; resilient; creative; observant; introverted; anxious.

FACE CLAIM: Raffey Cassidy.

BIO:

Norhild was the illegitimate daughter of the Celestial Ego, a god, and Nefja, a warrior of Jötunheim. Norhild was small for a frost giant, and because of this, the others believed she had no place in their society and should be left to die; Nefja kept her regardless, raising her alone and away from prying eyes. Norhild rarely interacted with other frost giants besides her mother, which caused her to have a rather reserved, quiet demeanor.

Nefja would regret keeping the child when Norhild started claiming she could hear the stars whispering to her. Nefja was considering abandoning her daughter when Norhild's father, Ego, returned to Jötunheim and offered to take care of Norhild instead. Norhild did not like the idea of going with him, but she didn't want to be alone, and that same night, Ego took her to his planet.

AESTHETIC:

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While there are more realms in Norse mythology and therefore more Celestial/Norse children, I added the ones Mantis actually got to know. The others were already in the caverns by the time Mantis was born.

There is a child of Ego from Midgard and that is Peter Quill.

[computerfeeler]

Heh,,, hey Tumblr,,, *shows my pressure oc* (scars + nonsexual nudity warning)

Her name is Charlotte Leonardo, and she's a thresher shark, spotted seal, deep sea bunny, mantis shrimp, scorpion, isopod, dalmatian nurse shark, and bobbit worm hybrid!

Feel VERY free to make fanart of this girlie because y'all know I fucking ADORE art of my ocs

Some facts about her:

She tucks her bobbit worm mandibles in front of her lower teeth, which are attached to her lower jaw!

She's able to bark and growl like a seal, and hiss like a cat! And hell, can even mimic other noises!

In her story, canonically, Elon Musk is dead and she killed him

She's also a trans woman and a lesbian!

She has about 6 or 7 pet deep sea bunnies, and they look like this (a variant made by me)

Their inspo:

She's a cannibal

Her jaw can split open!

She can throw her back antennae to the front of her head!

She used to be a baker before being taken into the blacksites

Her arms aren't JUST weapons of murder, she also uses them to keep her hair nice, neat, and untangled!

She also has eyebags from searching for food all over the blacksites

Her scars are from urbanshade's endurance tests on her

She goes by she/they pronouns, but mainly prefers she/her

Girlie will NOT hesitate to bite someone's head off and eat it if they flash her with the flash beacon.

Her pupils can expand and dilate like a cat's!

[magnuficent76]

Fun Mag Oc Fact's !

Every now and then, when Melaine feels particularly vulnerable and not in the mood to continue mutating herself into a mantis hybrid, she'll go into virtual reality and hang out with an ai version of her (supposed) late husband Jonah, and pretend to still have the life she had nearly two decades ago. Still in the same untouched house, with kids that stay small forever, and a husband that is Very Alive and loving as always. She logs in and goes Oh my Dear Alive Husband. We're really in it now. <- in a house she no longer lives in talking to someone she believes has been dead for 18 years. Ze is coping Great (turning herself into a mantis mutant and using technology to simulate a life where zir husband is alive and the most perfect human being ever to a point it ignores the flaws he had but was actively working on) and Nothing is wrong with her btw.

[hungrylikethepuma]

more resident alien bullshit since my paracosm has progressed …. WOO !!!!!

Asta and Harry are together …. The two and D’Arcy are literally glued together , it’s joked that they’re never seen alone… Harry calls Asta “his earth ” 🙁 erm.. Bridget calls her Mother

There’s currently .. five aliens in town … 3 are my ocs 😭 , Joseph kinda stalks around , he’s never in town though bc he’ll be recognized.

Max considers Harry as a father figure bc his parents are focused on their daughter they got back.. basic jealous kid stuff … but also still sad

ALSOOOO !!!!! fuckin uhhh scene where Harry and the 4 other aliens r captured by General McCallister ..

Asta D’Arcy and the two kids go to save the freaks then it’s revealed .. that McCallister is a fuckin MANTIS HUMAN HYBRID and she has a sick transformation into like a human mantis chimera …

yay ^_^