#hex's ocs

[geolyte]

some geardemon designs based on Binding of Isaac items

[hexyourheartablaze]

Hisakemuri Genichiro

Sengoku Era Smoke Hashira

More Info Under the Cut

Genichiro was born in the swordsmith village before the village had more elaborate safety measures. When Genichiro was 7 years of age, the village was attacked and burned down by a demon who murdered his family, but he saved by Sengoku era Rengoku. He grew up with the Rengoku family and was inseparable from Rengoku’s son, Kinjuro. Genichiro invented smoke breathing with the help of Yoriichi, which takes inspiration from Flame Breathing and his own unfortunate memories of his home being burned down. When Genichiro and Kinjuro both became Hashira, the running joke was, “Where there’s smoke there’s fire” due to how close they worked together.

Genichiro enjoys poetry and calligraphy as well as woodworks. He made automatons, gadgets, and nichirin weapons in his free time. In this version of Kimetsu no Yaiba, Yoriichi suffered from a blow from the battle with Muzan that got infected overtime. When Yoriichi died, Genichiro created the Yoriichi Type Zero in a fit of intense grief, refusing to train with anyone else besides the Yoriichi automaton. Genichiro was also the one who planned out the locations/safety precautions for the future swordsmith villages to avoid demon attacks.

Genichiro was turned into a demon unwillingly after a failed attempt to save his marechi blood wife from Muzan. In a fit of rage, he was able to strike at Muzan’s organs using the teachings from Yoriichi which freed him of his curse before it was fully able to develop. Genichiro’s belt is part of his wife’s obi, he keeps it close along with a journal of his memories of the life he had before. No one in the demon slaying corps knew what happened to Genichiro, his children were spared and were fostered in the swordsmith village. He lives a life destroying and consuming demons and is determined to take Muzan down.

“You feared the fire, so you snuffed out its life. But from the many lives you put out, you turned a blind eye to what would really kill you- the smoke.” -Genichiro, before making Muzan eat shit.

[skysplinter]

Draft: Sweet Dreams

She struggles even as she sleeps. ‘Tis curious, to see how much a body knows even whilst it is not conscious. Not that there is any need for her to struggle, of course. She should know I mean her no harm. After all, we are of the same blood, her and I.

Fetcher squirms on her cheek, one of their long, probing limbs wriggling deeper into her ear canal. I can feel as they delve into her mind, and the crackling of the electrical pulses across her brain slowly become tangible to me; energy becomes a flicker of an image, a snippet of a sound.

As Fetcher’s tendrils anchor themselves to my sister’s thoughts, the images become clearer, lingering long enough in my own mind to leave imprints. Mere moments later, I find myself capable of poring through her memories almost at leisure. I learn her mind with fantastic speed.

Miri watches me from the other side of the room. I notice her only dimly, as my entire being is most preoccupied with searching through thoughts foreign to my own head. I know not if she approves, but for now, she is simply content with observing. Perhaps she is too afraid to act, I realise. After all, this is the first time she has seen Fetcher in action.

Well, there is no need to fear, little Miri. We are professionals in our field. My familiar and I have broken into many minds over my long years. True, not usually for such noble purposes as this, but it matters not. There is no need to fear.

I am searching for a memory. Romana’s mind is, of course, swamped with veritable oceans of information, fragments of her past, idle ponderings. As with all the minds I have entered, I am made abundantly aware of the monstrous wealth of Romana-ness which hides behind the facade she presents to others in her conscious state. An unprepared adventurer would risk losing themselves in the endless minutiae of her thoughts. But I am focused, and Fetcher knows what we are looking for.

A single memory, pulled from just a few hours ago. An unassuming conversation lost amongst the waves of idle chatter my dear sister has shared with countless others. I am looking for an exchange between her and myself, something I personally remember quite adequately without any aid.

Why search for something I already know? It is quite simple, really.

I am searching for the lie she fed me. And when I have found the root, I can pull the blasted weed out and start helping her with whatever she is hiding from me. I despair at how difficult siblings can be at times.

[sassysharpshooter]

Virus casually melting through the bottom of a shopping cart

[geolyte]

Your sibling misses you so much! Surely a family reunion wouldn't hurt...

[geolyte]

pitch vibing in a flower field

[geolyte]

i made these back in June and... never posted them here ??? but yeah areli got new refs. and a proper design for her tainted form

[geolyte]

A couple familiar faces! Artfight is starting soon and I figured these two were due for a refresh. My art's changed a LOT in the past few years that have passed since i drew them.