#oc hector

[magnus-darkmode]

When it comes to proving who is the better tickle monster, Hector is... always outclassed. 😔

[perseus-from-the-basement]

You see a group of figures sitting around a fire. They look humanoid from a distance, but a closer look reveals they may not be flesh and blood at all

They don’t seem hostile… maybe you could ask them some questions?

Perseus’ friends are now available for the next 10 asks!

[kyoukorpse]

Hector Goethe Lysander's second spouse who he adopted eight children with, three of which are still currently alive and one with a very big influence and expansive family of his own. Hector died 150~ years ago but was brought back to life in the last couple of years by antagonistic forces in an attempt to lure and kill Lysander. The attempts to control him failed and he fled and found work in a fighting area on an island known for it's exciting nightlife. The party found him there, and he was reunited with Lysander throughout several ordeals the party ended up helping with. They've been together again ever since.

[envihellbender]

Twink flirts with a huge fat older man he meets in a train station, lures him home and forcefeeds the not so secret glutton into higher echelons of obesity.

Characters: Corvi, Hector, Aidan (OCs)

Content: slurs/homophobia, extreme weight gain, forced feedism, kidnapping, medical experimentation

Corvi knew precisely what he would do with Hector the second he laid eyes on the man after he had heard his wheezing gravely tone. Had the man kept quiet, Corvi probably would have gone throughout his life never having noticed the man. The moment the first syllable left Hector’s mouth, he had sighed his fate. Corvi had just gotten an iced mocha from the Starbucks and was checking to see what platform his train back home was leaving from. He supposed he was dressed somewhat revealingly - black jean shorts that just about reached his finger tips, a loose Misfits t-shirt, and a pair of grubby old Vans trainers. He guessed he could see why it would warrant stares but it was the middle of August, it was 27 degrees Celsius outside. When he was bouncing on his heels in front of the man, probably unintentionally emphasising his behind, he heard the man behind him loudly proclaim to his friend:

“God, that’s not right, that bloke isn’t a fucking bloke any more,” he snarled. Corvi glanced over his shoulder, doing a double take when he saw the source. Not even the wheezing exhausted tone prepared him for the bloated mass behind him, with two large breasts resting on the handlebars of his special adapted mobility scooter and his food piled on top of them. His gut was taking up so much space there was a large platfform before the front wheel to stop it from dragging along the ground. He noticed Corvi’s shocked stare and his slug-like lips smirked proudly. “What you looking at faggot? Wanna know what a real man looks like?”

“Well, big talk for the fattest pig at the county fair,” Corvi said simply with a shrug. Hector spluttered in response, covering his stack of burgers in saliva.

“Back in my day we beat fags like you half to death and then raped them until they were corpses.” His tone had become a growl in anger as his cheeks grew red merging into his lightening ginger hair that was barely visible from his receding hairline and his fat forehead.

“That sounds pretty faggy to me,” Corvi sighed, getting out his phone slyly. “You know if you really do want this arse of mine you keep staring at I might not say no. Lucky for you I like big guys.” He pretended to be typing a text message and took a selfie with Hector in the background. He clicked on it and sent the photo to his contact labelled “Aidan” with a green heart after it. He added the message ‘how does this one look?’

***

Corvi was sat on one of Aidan’s medical tables swinging his legs when Hector began groaning and spluttering, his massive shapeless arms pulling against his restraints as his piggish brown eyes began to struggle to open. Aidan didn’t say anything, just smirked and turned to the machine that controlled all of Hector’s new tubes. Corvi jumped onto his feet and grinned, a wide toothy smile that showed his snagged tooth, his catlike green eyes narrowed as his bleach blond hair fell in his face.

“Hey, Mister, remember me? The fag you were gonna beat to death?” Corvi taunted, as he did he heard a clatter come from Aidan whose hazel eyes flickered towards Corvi in protective panic. He’d neglected to mention that bit.

“Wha- what the fuck are you-” Hector said almost unintelligibly from behind the oxygen mask and the feeding tube that had been shoved into his nose and mouth respectively.

“Aide, babe, can you please-” Before Corvi finished there was a beep followed by a churning noise as a thick yellow liquid began flowing through the tube and into Hector’s throat. He tried to resist the lard from going into his mouth, causing it to drip on his lips and pool in his neck roll. The lard kept going however, covering the lower half of his face and his mask until he had no choice to swallow it. “There we go, that wasn’t so hard? Resisting isn’t gonna get you anywhere, piggy. Just gonna mean you’re going to hurt yourself.” Hector groaned and struggled, choking and causing his face to burn red until Aidan finally turned his feed off for a few moments.

“What the hell are you doing? Where am I?” Hector gasped, his stomach groaning in protest. Corvi giggled in response, it seemed the appetite stimulants were working already. Hector groaned and frowned, it seemed he hadn’t figured it out yet.

“In my basement- well, our basement. Me and my fag boyfriend liked the look of you so, we kept you.”

“How- how did you- why-”

“Why? I told you. You’re the fattest pig at the county fair, remember? I love a good animal, especially a champion, and I’m going to make you bigger,” Corvi declared slapping Hector’s belly. Aidan let out a quiet laugh as Corvi began poking at Hector’s fat, watching it ripple and wobble, giggling as it made their patient snarl and make snide, horrific comments as if there was anything he could do but grow.

[thebindingofpillo]

Hector time baby! I’d never thought I’d introduce him so early, but he’s been “officially” introduced on the askblog so I needed him here (Arachne will probably be next OR SO HELP ME) He’s made of bronze, quite the popular material in Ancient Greece. Sadly not many bronze statues have been found bc the bronze was usually melted and reused for other stuff. Anyway, onto Hector!

He’s the oldest one of all the kids (including Isaac and his biblical comrades), the de facto leader of the group, and occasional parent figure for anyone in need. He’s not pleased at all to be down in the Basement, but if that gash on his left side is any indicator, he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go. He fell on the battlefield during the Trojan war, slain by Achilles, and left behind Andromache (his bethroted) and Astyanax (her little brother) (yes I’m rewriting the original story a bit bc I’m not super comfortable with Hector already having a son so young deal with it).

He’s quite... tired to say the least. And sad. Can’t help thinking about his loved ones he left back in the land of the living, and once Cassandra showed up as well he lost all hope to escape the Basement. This terrible mental state did numbers on his body as well, hence why he’s even less human than Perseus, despite being in the Basement for less time (I SWEAR I will make a post on how the basement works sometimes I prommy). Cassandra is the only one who knows of his struggles, and even then he tries to keep everything inside as much as he can, as to not worry his little sister too much. Still despite all of this, he managed to find some scraps of happines with this new found family of random unlucky kids.

As for his looks, his helment is based on the one Eric Bana wore in the film Troy sddhfkjhfdsk. Not super accurate, but I didn’t want it to look too similar to a hoplite helmet. His feet are bound because in the Iliad, after killing Hector, Achilles ties his corpse to his chariot and drags him around the battlefield. Fun stuff! I don’t really have anything in mind for the gameplay, he’s just... here. Probably something to do with unbounding his feet after taking enough damage on each floor, idk. Maybe something with Achille’s presence still haunting him a la T!Jacob. We’ll see. Most of these characters were made for lore reasons.

[flowerofthewave]

NPCs we met

[ralts-quartz]

Bringing back some old ass ocs for new plot.... redesigning their outfits

[magnus-darkmode]

Minors/Ageless blogs DNI!

Let me just casually drop a new character for this blog because I have no self control.

This is Hector, an old tickle monster past his prime. Guy used to be so fun and full of whimsey, until he was severely outclassed by other creatures of his kind. Now he's a grumpy old jerk who can barely poke a giggle out of anyone. These days the tables have turned, as Hector often finds himself becoming the victim. Usually at the hands of other tickle monsters who see him as a practise dummy.

More about Hector:

Adult. No exact age, but the general assumption is that he's old.

Around 5'10'' in height.

Was a clownish jokester in his youth. Now he barely musters the odd dad joke.

Is a mean ler. Will usually just focus on death spots while making light personal jabs at the victim.

Insanely ticklish. He does not appreciate the irony of this.

Often ends up being the lee more than the ler.

His laughter is loud and often followed by a lot of wheezing.

Yells obscenities whenever tickled.

Pretty much ticklish everywhere. However, his back, stomach, knees and feet are major weak spots.

His red belly button is a super death spot!

Can be a thrasher when tickled. Be ready to secure him in place.

He feels that slow, teasing tickles are the worst.

Too stubborn to ever beg for mercy. He'd rather die than do such a thing.

One way to tell if Hector is having fun is when his tail wags (very rare).

Lost his shoes in a fight against another tickle monster years ago. He's too proud (and likely foolish) to get new ones.

Despises other tickle monsters unless he's able to overpower them.

Despite being a grouchy old tosspot, Hector does have a heart. We think... Anyways, that is all I got for this dude right now. Hope you like him!