#adonis oc

[butteronghost]

first art post in ages oughhh nobody look

They’re such clowns, they get absolutely nothing done together

Bonus of Adonis doing that one chair pose (it’s messy, no I’m not going to finish it)

[zorceus]

Name: Adonis

Gender: male

Age: ageless

Hair color: bright red

Eye color: hetereochromia, light blue left eye, bright teal right eye

Height: 6'04"

Weight: 215 pounds

Nationality: Celestial

Strengths: sentient thorns, beautification, hypnotic visage, materialize items

Appearance: - light red drill hair

- hetereochomia

- White clothes

- Roses in hair

- Makeup

Inventory: a locket that has Gala and a baby Stellaris in it

Biography: Adonis was born after the world started to take shape, however he was born sometime after Gala, Nebula, and Helios.

Being the God of Beauty, Adonis believed that everything should be beautiful, inside and out, and thus he helped the Goddess of Nature make flowers, helped Gala with making the stars brighter, and helped every being with how they percieve beauty.

He started getting closer to Gala, finding that he was falling in love for her, her own beauty, her cool personality, and the way she always thanked him after helping her drew him to ask her out, Gala would accept. They would spend their years as a couple, getting married until Gala's feelings were changing, seeing Adonis more as a friend than a partner.

When Gala was pregnant, she told Adonis she would rather goback as friends, but would still live with him until their child was an adult, Adonis agreed, still loving Gala but accepting her feelings.

They would have Stellaris, with Gala and Adonis taking care of him together, Adonis would teach Stellaris on how to look beautiful while Gala taught him about his domain over space. Nebula and the God of Dragons would come over to babysit young Stellaris when Adonis was busy.

Gala would one day be accused of stealing a spear that belonged to Helios, Adonis alongside Gala and Nebula would defend her, Adonis believing Gala would never steal. The Goddess of the Apocalypse would threaten that she would chop off his fingers, causing Adonis to go silent with fear during the trial, Gala being taken away and imprisoned.

After the trial, Adonis would be the sole parent to watch Stellaris, and he would try to continue teaching Stellaris about the world of the gods, however he noticed Stellaris was more quiet now that his mother was gone. When Stellaris became an adult, he had an arguement over his father's meekness towards the Goddess of Apocalypse's rule, telling Adonis he would turn a blind eye to anything the Goddess did. Adonis tried to argue back, but he knew that Stellaris was right, watching as his only family would leave him.

Adonis wishes to patch up his family, wanting to break Gala free, grow a backbone for Stellaris, just so they could all live as a family once again, even if it would be for one more day.

Detailed appearance: Adonis is a tall man with a youthful appearance, light skin, and hetereochromia; having a teal right eye and a blue left eye. He wears a white chiffon shirt with a lacy trim and cutouts on the arms to expose a portion of them. His shirt is fairly long, ending in a long, skirt-like portion with golden trim. He wears white pants with gold cuffs and a raspberry-pink thigh garter on this left thigh, which has a red rose on it. Adonis wears a golden and raspberry-pink corset with red roses and green leaves on them. He has a pair of red shoes with raspberry-pink heel and toe. Adonis has a raspberry-pink rose pinned to the left side of his chest with a golden locket around his neck, which has photos of Gala and Stellaris when he was a baby. Adonis wears a black tiara that resembles rose thorns along his forehead. Adonis has notable, voluminous, bright red hair styled in twin drills that are decorated with raspberry-pink roses. His bangs are parter at the center with a lightning bolt shaped cowlick. Adonis wears makeup, wearing red eyeshadow and bright red lipstick.

When the weather gets cold, Adonis wears a large and white feathered coat

Personality: Adonis is an incredibly vain, prideful, and sassy individual, however he does have a kind heart and adoring side towards anyone he is close to. Being a god of beauty, he is absolutely fixated on qualities that are considered beautiful and always is eager to make an individual shine their brightest. He is one of the more easier gods to get along with. He has love for his family, especially his ex-wife and his son. Adonis has a cowardly and submissive side when it comes to gods much more powerful compared to him, agreeing with their whims even if they are immoral, just so he wouldn't become their next target. This spineless nature is the main reason why Stellaris has since broke away from Adonis. Adonis is trying to change to be more stronger and dependable, just for Stellaris and Gala.

Trivia:

- Like almost all the gods, Adonis has no confirmed birthday.

- He wears a locket around his neck. Inside is a photo of Gala on one side and a picture of Stellaris as a baby on the other.

- Adonis always done up Stellaris's hair for him.

- He is Pansexual

- His favorite food is crepes

- His favorite drink is red wine

- His least favorite food is meats with too much grease

- His least favorite drink is vodka

- He loves Gala, but respects her descisions to seperate. He still wishes to see her again.

- He is a bit self concious over his hetereochromatic eyes.

- He and Gala have hetereochromia, something that they seemed to form a bond over.

[zen-unknown]

Cake jumpscare

Adonis (blue) is mine

Ziltch (green) belongs to @cosmic-chronologer

Enjoy

[flaming-trash-can]

I'm bringing back my furry ocs and no one can stop me

[cepheusgalaxy]

Febuwhump day 20 — "i did good right?"

I really like how this one turned out! (^^)

CWs: Magical exhaustion, exhaustion whump, implied abuse, child whump (Meine is somewhere between 11 and 12)

Buildings and houses passed by the car window, but Meine couldn’t make his vision focus on any of them.

White walls blurred themselves with what seemed to be the blue sky—or a store’s facade?—and with green smudges Meine couldn’t be settle over being gardens or street arborization. A traffic light turned red somewhere on his left and the car stopped. A mass of legs and color and noise passed on the street. Probably people. Or cars. Or dogs. Meine watched them pass by.

The limo started moving again, and every blob of color was meshed together as they passed. He couldn’t tell any of them apart from each other if he wanted. Meine narrowed his eyes. Still blurry.

He turned forward and crossed his arms over his seatbelt. Fine, then. It was probably the movement’s fault. His father’s limo was quite fast, after all.

It was also kind of starting to make him a little nauseous. He opened the window to let in some fresh air and rested the back of his head against the cushion of his seat.

“Close the window, Meine,” he heard Father saying. He was sitting on the very back of the car, legs crossed. Meine groaned and did as he was told. As the glass wall rose up with a whirling sound, the last breeze from outside passed through the gap between glass and metal, and then it was gone. The air conditioner inside the limousine hit him in a blow of cool air.

Meine sighed, supressing a shiver.

He went back to looking out of the window. His eyes fell shut before he could stop them.

“Meine.”

Oh. He’d fallen asleep. Meine lifted his face off his hand—shit, it had probably left a mark—to notice his father was having his side of the door opened and they had arrived. He still felt way too tired.

But that didn’t matter.

He sucked it up and unbuckled his belt.

Meine almost tripped over his feet and fell face down on the stone path, but he managed to hide it by catching himself on the limo door. Emerith, the chaffeur, was holding it open for him.

“Mr. Meine?”

He shook his head and grit his teeth.

“I’m fine.”

Before the man could open his mouth again, Adonis called him.

“Emerith.” He appeard from behind the car, adjusting his lapel. “Wait in with the other servants. Expect us here by four to five.”

He shut his mouth and nodded. Adonis shot a glance down to Meine, ordering him to follow.

The manor was white and quite small, and the path to enter was a simple marble road. There was probably some river nearby, by the sound, and the gardens surrounding weren’t anything particularly impressive. Meine followed after his dad, trying not to get behind. His feet were way too heavy for his liking.

When he noticed, his father was ringing on the bell. The door was opened, and a butler came in and greeted them.

“Mr. Adonis Coronet,” she bowed her head. “Mr. Meine Coronet.”

The woman was quite old, graying hair tied into a tight bun. She had a warm and polite smile, but Meine could see that below it she was annoyed, distaste filling her moods to the brim, lips curled tight. She had an aura that was flippy, unpleasant and cold. He held back a flinch. “My master has been waiting for you. This way, please,” the butler held her hands, firm and stiff, over her uniform, gesturing them inside.

Meine saw his father scoff at the decoration inside, but he didn’t care to notice it much. His head was foggy, and the fierce headache from before had started to buildup behind his brow. That wasn’t good. He thought he’d had enough sleep last night.

But father had needed him earlier.

His mind flashed with the memories of swirling patterns and images only he could see, demanding voices of adults asking him about them and tuning up buttons and small levers on reading devices. His third eye was struggling to keep itself open. Meine hadn’t had that big of a load in months. That was probably what had drained him, he thought.

And there he had been, thinking he’d get a break after. Meine had almost whined out loud when a maid announced to him—who’d been laying down on his bed, trying to drown out the ache drumming on his head with the curtains closed to try and block out the afternoon sun, so bright it made him wince—that they were going out to meet a business partner or something. But at least he would be able to rest his eye. Or so he thought.

Father had told him to Look.

A few servants swooped the floors near a sofa set, emanating colors of both tiredness and sharp focus. Two maids dusted something that looked like a bookshelf—it was hard to be sure—camraderie and intimate mischief coming out of them. Their voices were low, but Meine could assume they were probably chatting. The red lacing their figures was so bright. He looked away. The woman was leading them to a large staircase on a corner.

Father was still annoyed in front of him.

Despiste himself, his body tensed up—it didn’t help the sore on his limbs. That wasn’t good. Meine had expected they were maybe here for someone he liked best, like the old man that would let him ramble endlessly or the young heir that looked up to him like some sort of god. Meine didn’t really knew or cared about what their roles were, but his dad was always in a good mood after discussing—or monologuing—to one of them. But not today. His aura was tensed up like a stretched out thread, waves of annoyance looming around his feet. It made him nervous. Meine gulped down and tried to swallow his nausea as he walked up the stairs.

The floor below him seemed to sway. He stopped for a second to catch his balance, breathing in deep.

“Meine?” His father questioned, a few steps above. The butler also looked over her shoulder, gloved hand tucked close to her body. He was annoying her. Meine unclutched his hand from the large handrail and shot up a small smile.

“Pardon. I was admiring the tapestry,” he lied. “It looks really beautiful from up here. I’m sure it must be quite a sight to live in such a well-kept manor of such good taste.”

Adonis didn’t look much convinced, but his answer satisfied the old lady. Meine saw her posture changing a bit, proud. She probably valued the old images hanging above the fireplace quite a lot.

Meine held back a groan and kept walking behind his dad.

He didn’t really remember this man. He was very skinny, like one of the models for the events Father would take him to. His shoulders were just as bony and his legs were just as tall, like a spider’s. He sat with a very straight posture on his comfortable chair, as if his back was stretched by a metal rod, and his hands gestured everywhere with barely contained excitement.

Adonis’s mouth, in contrast, was a tense and restrined line, his hands mindlessly revolving the sugar spoon inside his teacup. Meine sat up with his own untouched over the small table, and tried to listen. He wasn’t really suceeding. His attention shifted back and forth, at time noticing the evening sky beyond the tall windows, a weak breeze doing almost nothing to sway the heavy crimson curtains in front of them, and then snapping back to the man’s aura, excited and mischievous and plotting behind his smile, as if he thought he had some sort of advantage over his dad. Meine should probably look into if that was relevant or not. Maybe he was just arrogant. Or maybe he had something of value to justify that superiority. Meine checked on his fingernails, looking down. He’d been given a plate of biscuits by a pair of very professional and proper maids, who were playful and giddy under their respectful gestures, not letting any of it make past their stern and respectful masks. Neither Father nor his partner expected him to be paying attention—to the content of their words, at least—so he was free to move his attention wherever he pleased.

Meine forced his gaze back at the stick-man, respectfully like a little kid who was interested in the affairs of the two businessman. His eyes were threatening to fall shut, but he kept them wide open, fighting against the exhaustion slowly turning his bones to mush. His hands were carefully tangled over his lap.

A sharp sting on the back of his head made them shoot up to his temple.

“Little man?” Mr. Stick-man interrupted himself, fixing his attention on Meine. He supressed a grunt. “Are you feeling—”

“I might just have remembered something,” he cut him, because Meine really didn’t want to meddle in his dad’s affairs and hold back a convo like this. “Father, may I ask the servants for a cup of water, and some guidance? The plants down the river were really stunning. I would really like to take a closer look at them,” he forced out an excuse, trying to stop his voice from wavering.

Adonis restrained himself, but his glare sent a chill on to Meine. He avoided flinching, and kept the complacent, well-mannered smile on his face. His father ended up not scolding him or prohibiting him in front of company, and asked their host to call in something for Meine to do. When he left, accompanied by a boy in a valet suit that couldn’t be two years older than him, Meine heard Father apologizing with something silly like blaming his juvenile lack of restraint to keep still during a meeting for long.

He had the servant point him to the closest restroom and Meine didn’t waste a second dispatching him, allowing his legs to give out and catching himself over the marble sink.

His head was pounding. He could barely see anything now, and every shift of the warm light over the white tiles seemed to bright and made him wince. It hurt too much. Meine poured some water on his face, shaking. Shit. He panted, making his breath come in and out, and eventually knelt down on the floor, curling around himself with his hands up still in the sink.

He might have exceeded himself.

In what felt like hours, the bathroom door opened, silent enough to not further worsen Meine’s headache. He wanted so badly to go home.

Heavy, rhythmic footsteps approached him, and then the door closed again.

“Meine?” His father knelt beside him.

“...Headache,” he mumbled, so low Father might not even have heard him. “I’m—I don’t—worn out f-from earlier. I’m sorry, Father,” he tried to explain. God, it hurt to let the words out. His whole body was aching now. Meine couldn’t bring himself to get up on his feet.

Adonis didn’t say anything for a second.

“We are done here. I’d wish you had observed more,” he said. Meine tried to apologize again, but nothing came out. His eyes were a bit wet. He closed them, trying to bar out the light and noise. “You might need a doctor, son.” A pause.

“Come.”

Meine winced. He tried to support himself on the marble again to get up, but it hurt and it made he wanna vomit and he froze in place. Tears welled up on the corners of his eyes.

Father’s arms closed around him and helped him up.

“...th-thank you, dad,” he breathed out. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t answer, but put a hand on his forehead, adjusted Meine’s posture—which sent a shot of pain down his spine—and wiped off some dust from his clothes. His dad walked out of the room, and Meine didn’t need to be told to follow to push his body right behind him, forcing one trembling leg in front of the other.

He did his very best to hide the pain and nausea and exhaustion behind a decent face and politely waved goodbye to his dad’s partner, not being able to bring his mouth to open and form a thanks for hosting them. Father did that for him.

In the car, Meine collapsed.

When he woke up, he was being carried—he couldn’t tell by who—all the way up to his bedroom, and he bit back a whine. The vibrations from each step sent another wave of pain up his head and if he had the strenght to, Meine would have curled up tighter around himself.

Then, he was laying in bed. The sky started darkening behind his curtains and Father was walking into his room. He had his indoor clothes—wait, was Meine still on his? He groggily lifted his arm to see he was out of his coat, but was still wearing the clothes from the visit, and then let if fall limp on the mattress.

One side of the bed weighted, and he looked up to Adonis sitting on top of it.

Meine’s eye was closed. But he could tell how his father was feeling. At least a bit. The words buildup out of his mouth before he would think them through.

“Dad, did I—” he choked out, before Father could say anything. “I didn’t embarass you, did I? I did good, right?”

His father sighed. Meine felt like he was going to cry. He held it back. He should not cry..

“You did, Meine,” a weak smile, sending warmth down Meine’s body. He put a large hand over his hair, muffling it. “You did good getting out before making a scene.”

He sighed in relief.

“I need you to report what you saw from Lohart at dinner, though,” dad concluded, getting up, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves and walking up to the door. “You better take a bath and get changed until then. It’s six PM.”

Meine nodded.

When his father left, he allowed himself to close his eyes for one more minute. His head still hurt a bit, and he was still so tired. Meine didn’t want to eat. He wanted to sleep.

But he would. Eventually. He grit his teeth and dragged his body out of bed, so quickly his vision swayed for a second.

Meine just had to do good for the rest of the day. 6 PM, he remembered.

Today was almost over.

He just needed to hang in there for a few hours more.

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[foralteregos]

might as wrll post it here too

yippee!!!! he met one of the God s

[snowmantita]

Just curious but which variation of the Adonis story does your Persephone use? As you mentioned in the post with Leuce there’s multiple versions with it but Eros is typically involved in her getting love struck with Adonis. Are Adonis and Persephone still lovers as of Ragnarok or did Hades take care of Adonis like how Persephone took care of Leuce and Menthe?

Hello nonny!

That's a very good question. Here's the story I have.

On Olympus, Eros and Persephone generally don't like each other because of their very different personalities and also because of what happened in the Gigantomachy, but one day one of these arguments went too far and Eros angrily shot one of his arrows at Persephone to make her fall in love with Adonis, who was in her custody.

Hades began to notice his wife's strange behaviour in the presence of Adonis, so the King of Helheim began to investigate and found Eros boasting about his 'achievement'. This enraged Hades and forced him to reverse the "spell".

Persephone immediately left Adonis while Hades, still angry, kept the mortal's soul in the Underworld and Persephone, not caring for Aphrodite's opinion, locked him in a box guarded by Cerberus.

The myth of Adonis is like an alternative version of the myth of Persephone; he symbolises death and annual renewal, while she represents life, death and resurrection.

[overshadowedprojects]

Adonis doodle before work...! Tied back hair so his massive bangs don't get in the way of his reading.