PreMilo probably smells like clothes or cloth. I think after he’s taken a shower he smells like fresh laundry. He also smells like fear in certain situations.
Manipulation Milo I feel like has a very manufactured smell, so probably has some use of perfume or cologne. When he sweats though you can kinda smell his desperation on him though.
Violence Milo probably has a leathery smell because of his jacket. Maybe he smells a bit musty after working out or something.
Valli probably has the smell of the ocean since I can imagine she uses those nice body washes. Sometimes smells like cash too, though I wonder why.
Desmond smells like books or a library. What a big nerd.
Seph probably has a bunch of weird smells attached to him as he tries to find the right one to attract monsters.
Poison smells like the forest since she’s always in there fighting people.
Eris has one of those weird name candle smells that you can’t quite place. It smells very mysterious.
Ryan probably smells like way too much cologne or sunscreen or something like that.
"There was also another change that Ryan didn't expect, and that was Milo's behavior becoming that of a baby koala."
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Milo's place was filled with the sour stench of dried blood mixed with a strong odor of insect repellent. The walls were covered in peeling yellow paint, and dust gathered in every corner. Spider webs hung on the ceiling, and Ryan suspected that ants were starting to infest the space beneath the wooden floorboards.
In short, Milo's place was shit.
But to be fair, Ryan wasn't entirely convinced that this ramshackle dump was the guy's real place or if it was some cheap temporary flat he rented for a couple of bills and weed. After all, you can't exactly get caught holding the son of some wealthy bastard hostage, right?
Ryan sighed heavily, his face pressed into the worn sofa cushions as he fought to keep the rising bile in his throat at bay. The rough, itchy sensation of the cuffs chafing against his legs was a constant pain but he was too exhausted to do anything about it. He lay there listlessly, feeling the weight of his anxiety grow heavier. Trapped in this dilapidated, poor excuse of a house for months, his hopes of escaping seemed to dwindle with each passing day. He had clung to the thought that Milo might eventually release him, but the asshole's recent behavior had grown increasingly erratic and unpredictable.
Ever since Eris dumped Milo (Ryan overheard Milo muttering to himself once), Milo had apparently kidnapped him as a way to prove his worth to the crazy fucker.
However, the whole kidnapping thing has been going on for too long and Ryan's pretty sure that Eris isn't coming back. Milo seems delusional though, and is only getting worse every time he comes to visit Ryan. In fact, Ryan has been seeing his face around more often than not and it's become incredibly off-putting.
At first, Milo was only around to either beat the crap out of him or to feed him the little food he had left to spare. But as time passed, his living conditions upgraded. Ryan went from living in the shitty basement to living in the equally shitty living room. The windows were boarded up so he couldn't see anything from the outside, and he couldn't even reach the main door if he tried because of the metal cuffs tugging his ankles back.
In short, Ryan still felt like shit.
And yet, he didn't complain. At the very least, he wasn't getting any limbs sawed off, and his testicles were still perfectly intact. It was a good thing that Milo didn't hate him so much as to castrate him but the lonely thought brought little comfort to Ryan's turbulent mind.
He mentally sighed.
There was also another change that Ryan didn't expect, and that was Milo's behavior becoming that of a baby koala.
Speaking of koalas, Ryan let out a grunt as Milo shifted behind him, maneuvering him onto his back and pressing his face against Ryan's collarbone. Milo's arms encircled Ryan’s torso tightly, creating an uncomfortable embrace that left Ryan with a sense of fear and tension.
The unexpected closeness made Ryan's blood run cold, as he couldn’t shake the feeling that Milo might try and do something to harm him. Milo’s hug felt like a deliberate move, done to lower Ryan's guard and exploit his vulnerability.
"Stop moving," Milo said firmly, his hand closing around one of Ryan's wrists and positioning it gently on top of his thick, black hair. Ryan instinctively froze and began petting Milo's head.
Ryan had absolutely no idea how this strange transgression even occurred. He really had no idea! He was ripping his hair out on the inside and dreaming of slamming his thin face into the piss-colored walls because;
What! The! Fuck! Is he doing with his kidnapper?! Is he playing some sick game of house with this little shit now?! Has he truly gone insane? He really had no clue how this happened in the first place and when Milo began acting like a newborn infant.
...
Well.
Actually... Ryan may have an inkling.
A month ago or so, Milo had forgotten to chain Ryan back up after letting him bathe in the tub and Ryan–seeing the opportunity–took it and ran. He had practically ripped the door off its hinges and bolted out the house. Milo quickly noticed Ryan's escape and hurriedly chased after the man. After realizing that Milo had begun hunting him down–evidenced by the chain of distant curses behind him–he started to pray to the gods above that the maniac would either trip over a stick or get run over by a car.
They both ran several yards, with Ryan shouting for help and Milo in close pursuit. Eventually, they reached a busy road with speeding cars. Ryan managed to make it to the other side, but Milo wasn't so fortunate; he was struck by a black Volvo and knocked unconscious, his rib crushed in the collision.
Ryan was relieved to finally have Milo off his ass but for some odd reason, he felt incredibly guilty leaving his kidnapper–who had beat him on multiple occasions–out on the road to get run over again. It was incredibly ridiculous but Ryan figured that he may as well just drag Milo over to the concrete sidewalk to protect him from the other cars. But after doing so, his guilt still hadn't been appeased so he decided that he'd at least patch the guy up and be back on his merry way. You know, since he's such a nice guy!
But it was still incredibly ridiculous.
Of course, Milo had woken up before Ryan was finished bandaging his wounds and was rewarded with a punch to the face. That's what you get for helping people, huh.
Looking back on it now, that's probably when Milo had began to visit this grimy home more often. Ryan really should have just gone home, seriously! He should've left Milo to die on that road. It's what he deserved anyway.
But...
Milo rubbed his face into Ryan's shirt, almost affectionately. He took a deep whiff of Ryan's scent and let a contented hum slip from his lips at the feeling of Ryan's fingers gently combing through his hair. Ryan grimaced, wrinkling his nose in mild discomfort but still continued stroking Milo's head, afraid of angering his hot-headed companion.
Nowadays, for some reason, Milo had become accustomed to entangling himself in Ryan's embrace much to the latter's dismay. Sniffing his hair, watching him from afar, finding minor excuses to touch him, all that weird stuff.
Ryan was distressed.
What is fucking happening.
Ryan gave Milo a gentle pat on the back, subtly nudging him to get off. Milo glanced up at him with a look of irritation, his brows knitted and eyes sharp. Ryan exhaled sharply, a mix of frustration and resignation in his voice. "Calm down, will you? I'm starving and just want to make something to eat." He then placed his hand back on Milo's head.
Milo looked as if he was deep in thought before murmuring something into Ryan's neck and begrudgingly standing up, stomping into the kitchen.
Ryan watched Milo's retreating back leave the living room and slowly raised a hand to his warm neck. He felt that his face had grown a little flush and decidedly buried himself back into the sofa cushions.
something something.. mythos style au where Milo is some god of change
but not just change. Change FOR. Commitment. Proving oneself through change
a god of 'for you'. a god of 'perfect love'
to love someone you change the only thing you have full control over - you
previously, he was just the god of Change.. that is until he fell hard, for a human, named something that starts with E and ends with R, I, S.....
He was a deity that humanity ignored, maybe even despise. As at the time, the people had already everything they'd ever want or need. Their land luscious and their people healthy.
They wouldn't expect anything to change, nor would they want it. So the god of change was long-since forgotten, nobody would pray for something they dont want..
The fall of his name being known weakened him. Until all he could change was none but himself... but with no reason to change, and no direction to change to, he was just a lost, forgotten, deity.
He longed more than anything to serve humanity. To be useful. To be loved..
And amidst the lonely silence, of course he had to bear pain
(idk how to work ryan in the story but he is in there and I've been imagining he's called The Eye Of The Truth to reference his necklace and shirt and that he know the true nature of Eris. Which is also ironic as he hides a secret of his own. To know the truth does not mean to speak it... i want him to be some kind of negative impact to Milo still as it'll be what makes Milo see eris a s someone he's indebted to)
until one day, he met a mortal. A mortal that didn't know who he was, and helped him, and offered him love. He was terrified at first, hid that he was a god as he lived a 'peaceful' life with his new love.
Until one day, all the love accumulated enough for him to regain his godly ability. It raptured and spilled out of him uncontrollably, as he looked at his mortal lover with a desperation to be love, a promise that he will only be everything they'd ever wanted and make everything they'd ever wanted.
And no matter what happened.. either they take away all the love he'd ever been given, tear him apart until he was nothing again. Or they give him enough love that he was powerful enough to end the world. No matter what.. his story ends with grief.
He stares at you with an irritated expression. It might be best to answer him quickly.
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Admin here! I wanted to make this blog since the other Ryan blog seems to be changing into another form(?) of Ryan and I wanted to still be able to have our mean snarky Ryan around to answer other asks! This Ryan's color scheme will be silver instead of green.
( andré dae kim, cis man & he/him. ) LEARNER'S FILE #160500 : RYAN JUNG is registered as a FOURTH YEAR student, age TWENTY5 YEARS OLD, training and refining their power(s) of PYROKINESIS under the institute's programs. evaluations describe them as COMPASSIONATE, SELF - CONSCIOUS, and CLOSED - OFF, highlighting strengths and areas for improvement. academic records indicate both potential and dedication, and their performance continues to be monitored to ensure compliance with institutional standards and preparedness for real - world application of their abilities. ( PAIGE, SHE/HER, 29, GMT. )
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Who Is Ryan?
Name: Ryan Jung
Pronouns: He/Him
Hometown: Alberta, Canada
Power: Pyrokinesis
Occupation: Fourth year student studying Introduction to Strategic Diplomacy, Applied Ethics of Power and Uncanny Sciences (majors) Advanced Natural Studies and Applied Metahuman Physiology (specialised)
Background ☆ | ⋆｡°✩
This is Ryan "I don't have a tragic backstory" Jung. No, really. You can guess all you want... it's Ryan "I definitely don't have a tragic backstory" Jung. (Read: he definitely does have a tragic backstory). Ryan doesn't talk much about his past, and anything he does say is purposefully vague. He doesn't talk about his parents, his friends, his life before Vanguardia. He is mysterious. Brooding. Unbothered by any whispered rumours or gossip.
At Vanguardia ☆ | ⋆｡°✩
So, life for Ryan really begins at Vanguardia. If he's being honest with himself, he doesn't want to leave. This is the safest place for him, it's the best place for him. It's somewhere he believes keeps him under control and allows him to learn everything he can about his powers and more.
If he can one day join the faculty and give some other kid a safe place to be, he will. If not, if needed, Vanguardia can lock him up for everyone else's safety (not that they do that, of course).
He is quiet, thoughtful, a little broody... but really very kind. He has a big, soft, heart and while he doesn't go out of his way to get to know other people, he'd never turn anyone away. Ryan doesn't ever let anyone get too close but that doesn't mean he wouldn't like to.
Would rather spend his time pouring over his studies than attending anything remotely social. The yearly party for orientation week is just about all that he can handle. Ryan and fun don't really know each other!
Ryan is a lover yearner not a fighter. He doesn't even really like to practice sparring or taking any classes that steer more in that direction. He wants to use his intelligence to contribute, not anything else. His worst fear is having his power used to destroy. He won't.
It's not a secret that Ryan's power is Pyrokinesis, but he works hard to keep it to himself. When it comes to his power, he's hyperfocused on controlling it. Wishing he never had it.
Additional Info ☆ | ⋆｡°✩
Will very occasionally crack a joke and it is a very big deal!
Cracks the spine of books, folds the pages, stuffs whatever he's reading into his back pocket, scribbles and highlights too.
He's giving some Jess Mariano / Ryan Atwood vibes but without the initial attitudes and fists of fury.
Wants and yearns, but will never do anything about. Some people just aren't meant to have, y'know?
Wanted Connections ☆ | ⋆｡°✩
Friends - are they casually friendly? Always save each other a seat in class? Study buddies? (Maybe Ryan is helping them/tutoring) Did they maybe get a little too close and Ryan pushed them away??
Helping hand - Ryan helped your character out! Maybe he dried their tears, held their hair back, was someone they confided in, and he's respected their wishes to Not Talk About It, etc.
A fun influence - someone to encourage him to have a lil fun!! Live a little!! He's be super endeared towards them <3
Crush/carries a torch/unrequited or requited or mutual pining!? - Ryan would rather perish than act on his feelings, but he's been making heart eyes at your character for a long time now #rip
Ex maybes/almosts/short-lived romancés - again, Ryan is one to get never-close-enough. So, if your character got tired of waiting ('waiting for you is like waiting for water in this drought, useless and disappointing' LOL) or frustrated that he could never give enough... #rip our exes
'I'll make a man out of you.mp3' - maybe someone who wants to encourage him to learn more fighting skills / using his power for attack/defence. Definitely not happening, thanks!! On a more antagonistic note.... maybe they're always prodding/pushing Ryan about it.
