Name:
Thanatos
Nicknames:
Hyjinx (Jinx)
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Relationships:
Open
Friendships:
Open
Runner up of this Comp
Artist:
Grifforik
Thanatos
Nicknames:
Hyjinx (Jinx)
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Relationships:
Open
Friendships:
Open
Runner up of this Comp
Artist:
Grifforik
Family:
None ATM |
Bio:
Thanatos is one of the original Hades's Angels from before the current Hades. He had grown up as a boy named Lang with the past Hades who was a bully through their childhood. Thanatos pushed it off and tried to be strong through the bullying but he was always a soft hearted child because of his stitches. During high school, the bully went missing and Thanatos rejoiced at the lack of abuse he went through. As an adult, he struggled to find a place that would hire him due to the way he looked. Thanatos became desperate for a job and that's when the bully reappeared. He looked different but offered work for Thanatos as long as he wouldn't mind signing a contract. So desperate for work, Thanatos agreed and signed a contract with the bully. Now trapped in a contract with him, Thanatos was forced to live in the underworld and wasn't allowed to leave. He suffered and struggled under the previous Hades until he passed his role along to the current. Hades realized that Thanatos had been tricked and had suffered for years under the previous Hades and so he set off to find a way to twist his contract around. Hades tried changing the contract, erasing parts of it and even tried adding to it but the contract was binding. That was when Hades came up with an idea to give Thanatos a secondary persona that could then sign a contract with the current Hades, overriding at least parts of the old contract. Therefore, Thanatos has another name Hyjinx/Jinx through this current Hades. Thanatos is now able to leave the underworld but is limited in his contact outside the underworld. He is guaranteed at least one day a year in the mortal world, Halloween and he spends every second out of the underworld for it. |
Traits
None
Winning Form
Username:
Muttgirl310
Name:
Lang
Gender:
Male
Gender for breeding purposes:
Male
Plushie gif:
I just thought this little guy was adorable and based the finished plushy in the story off it
Personality:
Lang was a curious and caring viscet but was never accepted when young. He never fit in around the other little visclings because of his stitches and was often made fun of because of them. Lang never had a hard time in any of his lessons, he was actually quite smart, but could never understand why he stood out so much from the other kids. He couldn’t understand why they taunted him and called him zombie and undead. He was neither of those things, he assured them that he was very much alive but that just made them laugh harder. It also didn’t help that his mom had left him here after he had become too much of a burden on her. His own mother, the one viscet you are supposed to be able to trust and look up to and she left him here since he was too much trouble. He misses her. She was always so gentle with his stitches and even when she would scold him for playing too rough and tearing his stitching, she had such kindness in her voice. Lang never meant to be a burden, but I guess it just came with all the care his stitches required. All Lang wanted was for someone to care about him, but as he grew older, he found it harder and harder.
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Short story:
Muttgirl310
Name:
Lang
Gender:
Male
Gender for breeding purposes:
Male
Plushie gif:
I just thought this little guy was adorable and based the finished plushy in the story off it
Personality:
Lang was a curious and caring viscet but was never accepted when young. He never fit in around the other little visclings because of his stitches and was often made fun of because of them. Lang never had a hard time in any of his lessons, he was actually quite smart, but could never understand why he stood out so much from the other kids. He couldn’t understand why they taunted him and called him zombie and undead. He was neither of those things, he assured them that he was very much alive but that just made them laugh harder. It also didn’t help that his mom had left him here after he had become too much of a burden on her. His own mother, the one viscet you are supposed to be able to trust and look up to and she left him here since he was too much trouble. He misses her. She was always so gentle with his stitches and even when she would scold him for playing too rough and tearing his stitching, she had such kindness in her voice. Lang never meant to be a burden, but I guess it just came with all the care his stitches required. All Lang wanted was for someone to care about him, but as he grew older, he found it harder and harder.
Words: 225
Short story:
On his way back to school from his favorite spot, Lang spotted something in the dumpster nearby, a simple little bat plushie. It was sitting on top of the can as if waiting for someone to claim it and Lang smiled, he had always wanted a plushie of his very own. He gathered it up by a wing and rushed to the school, suddenly excited by his find.
Lang held his little bat plushie in his mouth, desperately wanting the other children to enjoy it but instead they just laughed. He shied away as they laughed at his plushie which was quite honestly, falling apart in his mouth. Some kids taunted him saying that without anyone to care about him, he would soon end up like the ratty plushy in his mouth. Lang held back the tears as best he could and dropped the plush bat in the dirt, no longer wanting it.
Lang didn’t see the stranger watching nearby, nor did he see them walk over and collect the plushie from the dirt, all he could see were tears as he rushed away from the school. Lang sat on the edge of the stream, crying as he thought about what the kids had said. Would he really fall apart like that plushie he had found?
Too focused on his thoughts, he missed the footsteps of a viscet behind him and almost fell into the stream in fear when they spoke, “Hello.”
Behind Lang was a tall viscet, his coat pattern a mix of blues and blacks that reminded Lang of a starry sky, “I couldn’t help but hear those awful children making fun of you.”
Lang shrugged, “its ok. I am used to it at this point. My name is Lang by the way.”
“Lang? Well that’s a nice name,” The viscet frowned and then looked nervous as he saw a torn stitch on the little viscets side, “Oh dear. We should get that fixed up for you now shouldn’t we?”
Lang was confused by the viscets willingness to help him and moved so the viscet could mend his seam. The viscet sat down and very carefully fixed up the seam with a small traveling sewing kit he had. Once it was fixed, he smiled at the little viscet, “Try that. I did reinforce it bit so hopefully it won’t come apart so easily.”
The viscet packed up their supplies as Lang looked over their work, “Thank you Mr.”
“Estrello. My name is Estrello and no need for the Mr. stuff.” The viscet said with a smile.
“Thank you Estrello. It has been a while since someone has fixed up my stitches.” Lang said and Estrello frowned.
“Well I am sorry to hear that little one. Let me walk you home then.” Estrello stood to walk with the viscling.
“My home is the school Estrello.” Lang said, his voice shaking with tears.
“Oh boy. Well Lang, how about you join me at my place? I have a project that I am just about finished up with that I think I may need your help with, if you would like of course. I would be willing to make some tea or something warm to help get this chill from your bones.”
Lang shrugged, “Sure Estrello. I can come help you with your project.”
Estrello helped Lang back to his cave which had various pieces of fabrics scattered around as well as books on crafting. Estrello started up a fire and Lang stretched out beside it. Estrello started up a pot of some stew for the child and then went to collect his project, the little bat that Lang had discarded. Lang looked at the bat sadly, “why would you want that ratty old thing?”
Estrello could hear the pain in the child’s voice and sighed, “Well it’s ratty because it has been loved so much without anyone there to mend it. So why not give it some new life and hopefully someone else to love it again?”
Estrello smiled at the boy and he sighed, “But it is all torn and most of the fabric is gone.”
Estrello laughed, “Fabric is easy to replace. I have lots to pick from. It is the heart that really matters, and seeing how frayed this little plushes seams are makes me think it must have an awfully good heart to be cared about for this long. So what do you say? Will you help me mend it?”
Lang sighed, “Sure, I can help but I don’t know how much it will do.”
Estrello sat next to the boy with the stuffed animal in hand, “Have faith little one. Now will you pick out the fabric to replace on the wings?”
Lang sorted through all the different fabrics, as Estrello had lots, and finally picked a galaxy designed fabric, enjoying all the different stars. Estrello smiled at the choice, “I like that one as well.”
“I remember my mom teaching me the constellations one night. I had tripped and tore my knee threads open so she was mending them and decided to tell me about the stars to distract me as she worked.” Lang said, staring at the pattern.
“I think we should use it if you think of happy memories when you see it then,” Estrello held his hand out for the fabric and Lang handed it over.
“It also looks like your pelt patterning,” Lang joked and Estrello set to work, repairing the little bat with the new fabric.
Lang and Estrello worked deep into the night, sipping tea and sewing to bring the new little plushie to life. About halfway through the work, Lang fell asleep against Estrello and so he worked even more carefully to avoid jostling the little viscet. He worked until morning and until he thought the bat was perfected, before wedging it into the small viscets arms as he slept. Lang tightened his arms around the bat and Estrello stood to get breakfast made.
Estrello couldn’t help but smile when he heard the soft gasp behind him as Lang woke and found the bat in his arms, “Oh Estrello! It looks amazing! How did you make it so perfect?”
Estrello handed the small viscet a bowl of porridge, “We did it together, remember?”
Lang threw his arms around the viscet and Estrello rubbed his back, happy to have brought this viscet who had gone through so much, such joy. Estrello looked into Lang’s eyes, “Now I want to talk to you about something.”
Lang watched him carefully, waiting to see what the viscet wanted to say.
“I want you to come visit whenever you want, alright? And for heaven’s sake, if you manage to rip one of your seams please come to me right away? I will be here anytime you want.” Estrello smiled at the little viscet who eagerly nodded.
“Oh thank you Estrello! I will visit often!”
He ate his breakfast and then went back to the school, the little bat held close to his chest with such pride that none of the kids even commented about his stitches the whole day.
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Lang held his little bat plushie in his mouth, desperately wanting the other children to enjoy it but instead they just laughed. He shied away as they laughed at his plushie which was quite honestly, falling apart in his mouth. Some kids taunted him saying that without anyone to care about him, he would soon end up like the ratty plushy in his mouth. Lang held back the tears as best he could and dropped the plush bat in the dirt, no longer wanting it.
Lang didn’t see the stranger watching nearby, nor did he see them walk over and collect the plushie from the dirt, all he could see were tears as he rushed away from the school. Lang sat on the edge of the stream, crying as he thought about what the kids had said. Would he really fall apart like that plushie he had found?
Too focused on his thoughts, he missed the footsteps of a viscet behind him and almost fell into the stream in fear when they spoke, “Hello.”
Behind Lang was a tall viscet, his coat pattern a mix of blues and blacks that reminded Lang of a starry sky, “I couldn’t help but hear those awful children making fun of you.”
Lang shrugged, “its ok. I am used to it at this point. My name is Lang by the way.”
“Lang? Well that’s a nice name,” The viscet frowned and then looked nervous as he saw a torn stitch on the little viscets side, “Oh dear. We should get that fixed up for you now shouldn’t we?”
Lang was confused by the viscets willingness to help him and moved so the viscet could mend his seam. The viscet sat down and very carefully fixed up the seam with a small traveling sewing kit he had. Once it was fixed, he smiled at the little viscet, “Try that. I did reinforce it bit so hopefully it won’t come apart so easily.”
The viscet packed up their supplies as Lang looked over their work, “Thank you Mr.”
“Estrello. My name is Estrello and no need for the Mr. stuff.” The viscet said with a smile.
“Thank you Estrello. It has been a while since someone has fixed up my stitches.” Lang said and Estrello frowned.
“Well I am sorry to hear that little one. Let me walk you home then.” Estrello stood to walk with the viscling.
“My home is the school Estrello.” Lang said, his voice shaking with tears.
“Oh boy. Well Lang, how about you join me at my place? I have a project that I am just about finished up with that I think I may need your help with, if you would like of course. I would be willing to make some tea or something warm to help get this chill from your bones.”
Lang shrugged, “Sure Estrello. I can come help you with your project.”
Estrello helped Lang back to his cave which had various pieces of fabrics scattered around as well as books on crafting. Estrello started up a fire and Lang stretched out beside it. Estrello started up a pot of some stew for the child and then went to collect his project, the little bat that Lang had discarded. Lang looked at the bat sadly, “why would you want that ratty old thing?”
Estrello could hear the pain in the child’s voice and sighed, “Well it’s ratty because it has been loved so much without anyone there to mend it. So why not give it some new life and hopefully someone else to love it again?”
Estrello smiled at the boy and he sighed, “But it is all torn and most of the fabric is gone.”
Estrello laughed, “Fabric is easy to replace. I have lots to pick from. It is the heart that really matters, and seeing how frayed this little plushes seams are makes me think it must have an awfully good heart to be cared about for this long. So what do you say? Will you help me mend it?”
Lang sighed, “Sure, I can help but I don’t know how much it will do.”
Estrello sat next to the boy with the stuffed animal in hand, “Have faith little one. Now will you pick out the fabric to replace on the wings?”
Lang sorted through all the different fabrics, as Estrello had lots, and finally picked a galaxy designed fabric, enjoying all the different stars. Estrello smiled at the choice, “I like that one as well.”
“I remember my mom teaching me the constellations one night. I had tripped and tore my knee threads open so she was mending them and decided to tell me about the stars to distract me as she worked.” Lang said, staring at the pattern.
“I think we should use it if you think of happy memories when you see it then,” Estrello held his hand out for the fabric and Lang handed it over.
“It also looks like your pelt patterning,” Lang joked and Estrello set to work, repairing the little bat with the new fabric.
Lang and Estrello worked deep into the night, sipping tea and sewing to bring the new little plushie to life. About halfway through the work, Lang fell asleep against Estrello and so he worked even more carefully to avoid jostling the little viscet. He worked until morning and until he thought the bat was perfected, before wedging it into the small viscets arms as he slept. Lang tightened his arms around the bat and Estrello stood to get breakfast made.
Estrello couldn’t help but smile when he heard the soft gasp behind him as Lang woke and found the bat in his arms, “Oh Estrello! It looks amazing! How did you make it so perfect?”
Estrello handed the small viscet a bowl of porridge, “We did it together, remember?”
Lang threw his arms around the viscet and Estrello rubbed his back, happy to have brought this viscet who had gone through so much, such joy. Estrello looked into Lang’s eyes, “Now I want to talk to you about something.”
Lang watched him carefully, waiting to see what the viscet wanted to say.
“I want you to come visit whenever you want, alright? And for heaven’s sake, if you manage to rip one of your seams please come to me right away? I will be here anytime you want.” Estrello smiled at the little viscet who eagerly nodded.
“Oh thank you Estrello! I will visit often!”
He ate his breakfast and then went back to the school, the little bat held close to his chest with such pride that none of the kids even commented about his stitches the whole day.
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Stories
WIP
Mort and Dea:
Mort and Dea are sibling Lyre snakes that Thanatos found one halloween. They had been caught and shoved into a bag to be used as "sacrifices" during a tradition but Thanatos stole the bag thinking it held valuables. While he wasn't looking for companions, he found the siblings to be entertaining, especially when he was stuck in the underworld.
Mort is the greyish one and Dea has more of a reddish brown coloration to her.
Mort is the greyish one and Dea has more of a reddish brown coloration to her.