#also her and leander and her ais?

[megustacat]

Meet Macy, the Ambitious Rebell.  Who of Eridia’s monstrous strangers could bear with this package of energy and stubborness? Growing up in the streets kept Macy on her feet, her eyes sharp and wit even sharper.  “Oh come on, at least give me a challenge.” Finally I am done. I finally finished my girl! <3  After two long weeks I finally finished her. She is definitely not the best result, but since she is my first ever OC I was able to visualize I am super proud to present her to you!  I had so much fun creating her (even though I liked the “full” character a little more than the chibi, I feel like I might not have an own style yet but chibis are definitely not up there for me lol).  A close friend of mine coached me super well and I am very happy with the result. I hope you’ll like her as well! <3 Relationship chart template by @karokawwo ! <3 

#touchstarved #touchstarved game #oc macy #may draws #i am super happy with being able to visualize my wonderful girl #i had a lot of fun and look forward to drawing her more! <3 #feel free to leave tips and tricks for beginners so maybe i could improve in my next drawings <3 #shes my queen #also her and leander and her ais? #yall remember that one meme on here where ais texts her something like #daddy long d*ck just landed in la #and then leander sends the mc like 1000 bucks and texts #dont reply to him i can treat you right #anybody remember #thats the joke #she is sandwiched between the big tiddied guys #and she got big honkas herself #just three big tiddied beautiful people #threesome? #owo #OWO? #in the voice of mrs kasha davis #its always time for a sandwich #between two big tiddied hot guys #oc #touchstarved oc

[sweet-milky-tea705]

Romants…

#i am a vere enjoyer but mhin and kuras also feel right for her #also ais. maybe leander. #basically all of them #art #my art #sketch #yasenia #doodle req #<not really #i should make a new tag tor just straight up doodles #doodles #vere #touchstarved #touchstarved mc

[karokawwo]

im not the step father im the father who stepped up but it's ais with hellebore

#they're kai's adopted wet kitten therefore they are also ais' wet kitten #and leander's. and vere's. but they're not allowed custody #per her own request

[redstrewn]

Ok so my fav character from wednesday was tyler galpin so i think i'll probably be able to handle leander just fine now that i think about it

He legit betrays wednesday and plays her and i was still a fan

Bitch literally mauls her friend and kills several people and i was still a fan

Also my fav character from chilling adventures of sabrina was nick scratch and he legit plays sabrina too iirc

Man i do love me them two faced charming bitches huh

Also how could I forget the Jareth the goblin king....mf is no good at all and I thirsted for that fucker so bad

#fuck. i have a pattern w my favs. how did i not fucking see it before. #i am not immune to gap moe #this realization is the final nail in the coffin. i thought there might still be a chance that i'd dislike leander and have Ais as my fav #but its over. its over. theres no crawling out of this leander pit. #redstrewn talks #who the FUCK was i kidding my tastes were never normal. how did i think my tastes were ever normal #well theyre normal in that theyre common #but theyre not normal in the way that theyre fucked up. at least tyler is. jareth is more grey. i dont remember nick to be not good overall #i couldnt finish amnesia but i was very happy to know toma cages MC and ukyo likes to kill her #i also couldnt get through saeran's deep route bc it was too time demanding but i liked saeran before deep route released #not his brainwashed “Unknown” identity though. i wanted him to be healed and happy

[angrybathbomb]

TOUCHSTARVED FANFIC

“Are you two a couple?”

  MODERN AU

Touchstarved LI x gn! Reader

  SUMMARY: On a coffee date with each ts LIs, both of you are stopped by what one can assume a street interviewer/youtuber who seems to be quite eager on talking to couples. What do our lovely LIs have to say?

WARNINGS:  None tbh, fluff, slightly suggestive joke cracked once but it’s just implied and said as a joke/banter nothing explicit, Ais calls you sparrow and says one of his signature line he said in the demo (will be in italics).

NOTE:  This is my first time writing a fanfic, please go easy on me if I made some mistakes as I am still learning. Constructive criticism and tips to improve are very much appreciated. Thank you for reading!

(also y/n == your name)

INSPO: I saw a YouTube channel (meetcutenyc) and felt like writing this for our lovely ts LIs!

WORD COUNT: <1.5K

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-PROLOGUE-

Strolling leisurely down the bustling streets for a cozy, romantic coffee date, fingers entwined, greedily savored each other’s warmth. Each step the two of you took, resonated with a rhythm on the footpath that stretched ahead in the bustling cityscape. Amidst the bustling chaos of the city, snippets of conversations floating around and the distant hum of traffic, a comfortable silence stretched between the two of you with occasional exchange of shy yet mischievous glances and tender smiles.

However, the romantic stroll came to an abrupt halt when a young guy holding a camera, most likely recording, blocked the path ahead of you two.

“Sorry to interrupt, but are you two a couple?”, he inquired with a friendly smile. His eyes, subtly reflecting guilt, silently apologized for the sudden intrusion.

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AIS

LEANDER

VERE

MHIN

KURAS

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      AIS

Ais regards the guy with a cold look as he answers his question with a terse nod as he pulls you closer to him, his hand wrapping around your waist protectively which was interwoven with your fingers so lovingly just a moment prior to this, a stark contrast to the possessive hold he has now.

“Do you need something?”, he adds with a callous tone, his impatience evident. “We have somewhere to be,” he finishes as he guides you behind him, shielding you from the camera.

Sensing his defensive demeanor, princess begins to growl at the stranger. Her instincts kick in, mirroring Ais’s protective stance towards you.

The stranger, noticing the tension in the air, quickly raises one hand above his head in a gesture of surrender. He begins, “I just wanted to ask,” his tone sincere,” Would you mind sharing the story of how you two first met?”, his voice carries a curious yet respectful tone.

Ais, sensing no immediate threat, whistles lowly, a familiar command for Princess to calm down. Obedient to his command, she relents, but remains watchful as she settles between the two of you. 

Ais exchanges a brief glance with you, you nod slightly signaling your willingness to share a part of your history with him. He smiles softly as he turns his gaze to the stranger,” It’s a long story,” his tone softening ever so slightly, “But I suppose we have a moment.”

The stranger beams with delight,” And I have all the time in the world!”, he reassures, grateful to have a story to share with his viewers.

You laugh quietly touched by such an innocent remark and quite frankly amazed at how eager he appears. A surge of shyness envelops you as memories of your first encounter with Ais floods your mind.

“You want my version or his?” you ask, offering the stranger a friendly smile as you lean into Ais’s warmth, he squeezes your hips in response, his hold on you not budging one bit.

“Both of yours!”, the stranger chirps up with childlike glee. A teasing smile plays on Ais’s lips, “How about you go first, hm Sparrow?”

“How kind of you,” you roll your eyes, all too aware of the mirth swimming in his crimson gaze. You shift your attention towards the stranger, your eyes alight with memories as you begin recounting the story, “I was wandering down the aisles of what used to be a Public Library, known as ‘The Senobium’, quite renowned for its vast collection of books, holding knowledge on the most bizarre subject imaginable. If any place held answers, it was the Senobium.” You continue your ramble as Ais listens patiently, silently admiring you, a fond smile adorning his sharp features.

“I was specifically looking and gathering books to research about this conspiracy theory floating around the internet that had caught my attention – The Groupminds”, you continue painting a vivid imagery of the fateful day to the eagerly listening stranger ,”Amidst the pile of books I had in my hand, more than I could possibly handle, my line of vision was blocked and I was trudging ahead, one step at a time, until I collided with this gentleman over here,” you gesture towards Ais , impishness painted all over your face.

“It felt straight out of a classical romantic movie,” you recall with a bashful smile as your gaze meets Ais’s, who responds with a playful wink and a fanged grin. “The next instant, all the books slip from my grasp, and I am stumbling backwards, teetering on the brink of hitting the cold hard floor. That is until, a warm hand catches my lower back and guides me back up to my feet effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing,”

“As I recover from the shock, I shift my gaze to take a better look at my saviour,” you pause, studying Ais for a moment before continuing,” there he stands before me, radiating an air of self-assuredness.” Your lips curve into a wry smile, “I say my thanks, anticipating a courteous ‘you’re welcome’ but instead, this bastard has the gall to quip back, ‘Watch your step, Sparrow,’ his words dripping with smug satisfaction, as though reveling in my plight.”

You pout playfully,” Thanks to his good looks, I let it slide. My hands were itching to leave a red imprint on that stupid handsome face,” you confess, your cheeks flush a deep red. Ais, not missing a beat, retorts with a smirk,” But you just did last night,” he teased with a suggestive glance, a coy smile dancing on his lips.

“Have some shame,” you roll your eyes, swatting his chest playfully. “What's that?”, he feigns oblivion, secretly relishing the sight of your embarrassment.

The stranger smiles at the shared mischief between them before turning to Ais, “What about you Sir? What’s your version of the story?”, curiosity evident in his tone.

Ais considers you for a moment, fondness evident in his scarlet orbs, before he addresses the stranger,” Let’s just say their version conveniently leaves out the part where they nearly caused a book avalanche in the middle of the library.”

You merely roll your eyes at his playful jab,” Perhaps you could have watched your step and not get in my way,” you fix him with an accusatory look,” All of it seemed as if it was planned all along.”

“Took you long enough to figure out,” responds Ais with a devilish smirk.

The stranger chuckles in amusement at the light-hearted banter between the two lovebirds before he interjects with his next question,” Could you two share your first impressions of each other?”

“First impression, huh?”, you paused for a moment, adopting a deadpan expression, before replying, “Bastard.” Your blunt response elicits a roar of laughter from both men.

“You wound me Sparrow,” Ais remarks, his six- foot frame shook with mirth. Before he answers for himself, he grins and teases,” Ah yes, I remember thinking, ‘Is this sparrow lost, or did the sky misplace its most charming songbird?’ Thankfully, they landed right here.”

“That’s the biggest load of nonsense I’ve ever heard,” you retort with an unimpressed look, eyebrows raised in mock indignation. Ais leans in to press a firm kiss to your forehead, unfazed by your tough facade.

“Mouth off all you want, I happen to like your shitty attitude,” he says affectionately while you remain stoic to appear indifferent to his tender gaze, but the telltale blush creeping onto your cheeks gives you away.

“Any tips you would like to give to a new couple?”, the stranger poses his final question.

Ais smiles sincerely, his gaze thoughtful as he offers his advice,” Be honest and real. The right person will love you for who you really are,” he says as a matter of fact, looking at you for a moment.

You nod in agreement before adding your own perspective,” If you have to pretend to be someone else, even with your lover, well, how long can that last?” you continue with an earnest expression,” If you and your partner cannot accept each other’s worst, you have no right to enjoy each other’s best either. Putting up an act doesn’t work in the long run.” you finish, a kind smile gracing your lips.

“Thank you so much! You make such a lovely couple,” the stranger remarks warmly before asking, “May I ask your names?’

“(y/n)”, you introduce yourself with a warm smile. “Ais”, he follows suit.

“(y/n) and Ais,” the stranger repeats the names, the syllables harmonizing so well, their love seems destined.

“Thank you for your time! Good day!”, the stranger expresses his gratitude as they prepare to part ways.

“No worries, it was lovely talking to you.”, you respond with a sweet smile, eyes reflecting genuine warmth. Ais offers a nonchalant wave as a farewell, but the content smile etched on his face betrays his enjoyment of the conversation.

Together with Princess, both of you set off on your way to your long-awaited coffee date, the air around both of you filled with sweet anticipation.

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End note: Tell me about your thoughts in the comments! I will be writing for other LIs soon! Thank you for reading my work 😊

#touchstarved fanfic #touchstarved imagines #ts ais #ais x reader #touchstarved ais #ais x mc #touchstarved game #red spring studios #ais touchstarved

[mysilaan]

What type of person do you think the LIs would fall head over heels for? Touchstarved please!

Hello Anon!! I must admit that I haven't given the subject much thought before your question and it was quite hard to imagine because I don’t think they have any ‘ideal type’. I even asked @dreamtydraw about it to have someone else's opinion (I’m literally basing Mhin’s answer on hers because I had none before and I agree with her, HAHA HELLO) but we both agreed that we have so little information about the LIs that it’s almost impossible… 

BUT, I tried and here is what I’m thinking!

Hope I answered right despite all the blur around Touchstarved lore… I'm definitely better at writing angst about those guys I promise 😞

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Kuras: To me Kuras doesn’t like nosy people and being asked too insistently to talk about things he wants to keep secret. So I think that someone who gives him space and privacy when he needs, is most likely someone Kuras will grow fond of. I think that he is attached to the notion of ‘mutual trust’, so as long as you trust him and don’t pry too much into his secrets he might show you what's closest to love for him… With his demeanor, it’s hard to imagine him falling head over heels for someone, he’d probably show his affection with quality time. Leander: Might be one of the most toxic amongst the LIs… Sorry… I think that like Kuras,   he’d love someone who doesn’t put their nose in his business and doesn’t ask too many questions. But -apart from his sexual life- he loves to be in control. From what we have seen of him, he might be interested in anyone who slightly catches his interests and is easily manipulated into being completely dependent on him. Nonetheless, as fucked up as he is, I’m sure he would fall head over heels for someone who dominates him instead of being another puppet. (He might moan if you call him garbage) Vere: This one is a mystery… He doesn’t like anyone except for Ais, so it’s kind of hard to tell yet… Maybe someone as fucked up as him (if not more)? God knows best my friend. Mhin: They are quite hard to understand because they didn’t show anything more than animosity yet but… I feel like Mhin would fall in love with someone deeply kind. They don't really like anyone except for Kuras, and it makes me think that even if Kuras isn’t what we can call ‘kind’ he at least seems to have no bad intentions in whatever he is doing, which might be a factor for Mhin’s appreciation of his person. Also, I remember that during the game, when you make them notice that they’re quite mean to you, they flutter a bit. Mhin is really a kind soul, I’m convinced about it, they may be antipathetic but they for sure appreciate good people. Ais: He can definitely fall in love with someone very self-assured, someone who knows what they want. Ais may give off the vibes of a ‘bad boy’ but he is one of the most well intentioned LIs for me. Bonus if you’re as freaky and teasing than him 🫡

#touchstarved game #touchstarved leander #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved vere #touchstarved ais #touchstarved mc #touchstarved headcanons #vere #kuras #mhin #leander #ais #mysilaan headcanons #mysilaan touchstarved headcanons #I tried my best...

[leanderfields]

SYNOPSIS: No song lasts forever. Not even a sparrow’s.

C/W: Ais x gn!reader, reader is MC with the curse and all, angst/tragedy- it’s fluffy until it’s not, a few innuendos if you squint, Leander makes an appearance, so does Princess and Vere, spoilers for the red choice in Ais’s demo route, mentions of blood, mild depictions of violence (more like the aftermath; I personally think it’s minor but just in case), written before the full game has been released so some creative liberties were taken when writing about Hightown and the Amaryllis District, more or less my rendition of an early bad ending for Ais, largely inspired by Enna Alouette's Wish of this Songbird

A/N: When you blog is Leander themed, but your first official post is about Ais and it's angst... haha whoops ─=≡Σᕕ(σ‿‿σ)ᕗ

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drip. 

Ais took yet another drag on his cigarette, exhaling with an indolent puff of smoke. This one looks like Princess, he thought. The Soulless let out a reverberating purr on his lap.  

“You think so too, huh?” he grinned, scratching the top of her head. The other hand crushed the butt of the cigarette beneath his heel. That was enough of playing with smoke for now. Any more then he would have to make a trip to Lowtown before the sun sets. Bars weren’t fun during the day, but the streets were livelier according to a certain mage. The idea of running into familiar faces while taking a leisurely stroll didn’t seem that bad either. 

Ais drove the cigarette butt deeper into his heel. Well, it’s not like he could leave right now. 

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Pant. Pant.

Princess sprung off his lap, wooden panels creaking as she bounced towards the Seaspring’s entrance. Her tail swayed back and forth and her tendrils followed in suit. Ais reached for an extra floor pillow. Must be someone she liked. 

“Ais! Are you home?” a cheery voice chirped between Princess’s purrs. 

The demon smirked, hoisting himself up the rafters. He shifted into a comfortable position and propped his head onto the back of his hand. The beams rasped under his weight. His crimson eyes flickered to his Soulless pet who was quick to follow his trail, leading a cloaked figure to a tea set in between two hastily arranged floor pillows. 

“Ais! I know you’re home!” 

Princess gave him an eager stare. He put a finger to his lips and tossed the Soulless a treat from up above, one she happily scarfed down.

“Ai–”

“You should try looking up more, sparrow.”

“Well, hosts usually don’t greet guests from up above,” you said, pulling your hood down to meet his gaze, revealing bright eyes full of wonder and hope. Eyes that bored into his blood-red, piercing orbs. Ais saw them one too many times before they were engulfed by the same crimson that colored these eerily still waters. 

“Who said you’re my guest?”

“If I recall, your exact words were ‘you know where to find me.’” You crossed your arms. 

Ais sighed and jumped off the rickety rafter. The wood creaked beneath his feet and the waters rippled across the spring as he towered over you. His lips were on the verge of smiling. 

“Still not my guest though.”

“Even if I made a decision?”

“Even if you made a decision,” he flashed his fangs at you with a grin. You rolled your eyes and took a seat on one of the floor pillows. Princess trotted over to your side. Her tail continued to wag while you hummed a sweet song, pouring tea into two cups. Someone’s in a good mood. You were fairly relaxed despite dubbing the Seaspring as “the creepiest place in the world”. 

“So what’s your verdict?” he asked. 

“The tea is oversteeped,” you quipped, handing him a cup.

“That’s no way to treat a host,” Ais said, taking a generous sip of the moderately oversteeped tea.

“I thought I wasn’t a guest?”

Ais glanced at his cup, the floor pillows and the Soulless who seemed to enjoy your company more than his. He crouched down, meeting you at eye level. You flinched the moment his fingers made contact with your forehead. “You also thought I was a host.”

“Resorting to violence, already?” you giggled, rubbing your forehead. It differed from the crude laugh you let out when he told you about Ocudeus. This laugh was an endearing sing-songed melody that filled the empty spring with the same wonder and hope in your eyes. Ais’s own eyes lingered on the distinctly pink area of your skin. 

“Answer the question, sparrow.”

Your laughter halted. The mirth fell from your face as quickly as it came. You coughed and cleared your throat, “I’ve been thinking about what you said last night.”

“Said a lot of things last night,” Ais said dryly. He made three bad impressions during your first encounter. Many things had gone awry last night at the Wet Wick. Would that be the fourth or fifth bad impression he’s made since meeting you? It was an average bar brawl for him, but not for a newcomer as soft as you were. He flexed his bandaged hand. Well, maybe you weren’t that soft. 

“The thing you said about my curse… ‘Is the thought of living with it so unbearable?’”

“What about it?”

“I’ve been thinking about the things you said after that,” you paused to glance at him, but your eyes were quick to retreat back to your twiddled thumbs, “I’ve survived this far with it… but I don’t want others to suffer because of my curse.”

Ais’s lips morph into a visible frown, “So you want to take a drink.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Implied it.”

“I… want to find alternatives. Vere agreed to introduce me to some people from the Senobium.”

His frown deepened. You were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for all the wrong reasons. Though he can’t say that he isn’t fond of your chirpier side. The people of Eridia were typically solemn, apprehensive or the occasional thorn in the flesh.  

“The Senobium’s bad news,” he muttered. Ais’s crimson orbs glowered at the mention of the academy. You shrunk at the face of his deadly glare. “Seriously, sparrow.”

“It’s a little better than losing a bit of this,” you tapped the side of your temple, a gibe at the same gesture he used to explain the price of drinking from the spring.

“You’d be losing far more.”

“At least I won’t lose my shitty attitude.”. 

You were always the one to roll your eyes— always annoyed, and short-tempered, but it was Ais’s turn to roll his eyes now. “You want to keep that of all things?”

“Yes, some people happen to like it,” you beamed, jabbing a finger at his side. Your touch was as light as a feather.  

“I’m the only person who said that.”

“Verbally, yes, but I think others might like me too.”

“Oh? Like who?”

“Leander.”

A deep chuckle escaped Ais’s lips. He threw his head back with a rumble, his horns scraping against one of the wooden beams. The spring water swelled beneath him and his tea had run cold. Princess snorted as well. 

“What’s so funny?” you asked, tilting your head.  

“He’s friendly with everyone. Don’t let it get to your head.”

“It’s not getting to my head.” 

Ais hummed nonchalantly, pouring himself a bit more tea. The contents of the teapot had also run cold, but the demon continued to drain every last drop of the murky liquid into his cup. 

Drip. Drip. Drip. 

He raised his cup, “Sorry. Did you want some?”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I should be going now.”

“So soon?”

Words ran out of his mouth before he could catch them, but you put your hand up, a futile attempt to stop them dead in their tracks. “I just wanted to let you know about my decision. I’d rather not keep you.”

And yet they kept running. 

“Not like I got many things to do here,” Ais shrugged. 

“I’ve got many things to do in Lowtown.” 

Ais grunted and pushed himself off the ground. He smoothed his hands over his trousers, brushing off invisible crumbs. Then, he offered you a hand. 

“We’ll walk you back.” 

You checked your bandages before taking his hand. He squeezed your hand before pulling you up to your feet. You return the gesture, squeezing his own bandaged hand. The demon firmly squeezed your hand once again, as if he wanted the last laugh. Ais then turned his attention to Princess and whistled. At the signal, the Soulless rose to all fours. Her tendrils unfurled and coiled around his forearm as she trotted over to his side.

“Wanna go for a walk?” he cooed.

While Princess purred and her tail wagged rapidly, bewilderment washed over your face. You never heard Ais engage in baby talk. Few people have, but their expressions were always the same. A big, bad monster coddling another big, bad monster? How strange. How absurd!

“Oh, yes you do! Yes, you do!” 

You burst into a fit of laughter again. Princess cocked her head, looking up at her owner for an answer. Ais shook his head and scratched her chin. 

“I’m sorry,” you gasped between your giggles, “It’s just– ha– so silly!”

“Take your time, sparrow.”

“Sorry, sorry! I’m done now.” you said, wiping a single tear from the corner of your eye. Ais smirked. Sparrow sure was a fitting name for you– who always twittered in short, abrupt bursts. 

“After you.”

He pulled you towards him with a languid tug of his arm. His large hands stiffly held yours as he guided you towards the Seaspring’s entrance. The warmth of his hands seeped through your bandages. Princess trailed behind you, prancing along the wooden panels. You stared into the crimson water, the rafters, the talismans on the wooden frames– things that haven’t changed since your last visit to the spring or perhaps for a long, long time. The water formed small waves unnaturally and other Soulless creatures held your stare with a watchful, famished gazes. Shuddering, you turned your attention back to Ais.

Sunlight traced the edges of the entrance and as you neared the opening, the soft yellow rays kissed Ais’s sharp features, highlighting his jaw, nose and horns. He squinted in the harsh lighting, bringing his other hand to shield his eyes. You drew the hood of your cloak up. Princess dashed past your reluctant figures and leaped straight into the sun’s embrace. She let out a bark that sounded like a meow and, much to Ais’s dismay, stomped her legs in the bog’s muddy waters, urging the both of you to continue walking. 

“You heard the boss,” he pointed. 

You nodded and followed Princess. She was several meters ahead. Still in sight, but far enough to not eavesdrop. Not that Soulless creatures could listen in on conversations. Even if they could, there would be nothing to note. No words were exchanged between you and Ais. Your hands were still intertwined. Ais stole glances at you while you were engrossed in the horizon where Eridia stood proud and tall. At this angle, it looked like the sun was balancing on top of the city’s highest point– the Senobium’s spire. His eyes narrowed. He could hardly understand why anyone wanted to go to such a gloomy place. 

“Will you be at the Wet Wick tonight?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Ais clicked his tongue and averted his eyes to the side, “Depends.”

“Depends?”

“Might be there. Might not.”

“I see,” you smiled. Your eyes fixed themselves on the horizon and you both trudged across the mucky terrain in a stalemate of sounds. If the Soulless couldn’t find anything to note, perhaps crickets would. 

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. 

Ais pressed his lips together as the bartender poured his umpteenth glass of whiskey. He sighed. Ais had only known you for two days, but there was something about your response earlier that lacked the usual bite and spite you had. The hell did you mean by “I see”? Were you finally at ease with his presence? Were you simply relieved that he wasn’t going to be there tonight? Another bad impression? He shook his head. It didn’t matter what you thought of him. At the very least, you weren’t pissing yourself at the sight of him. 

“Something on your mind?” Leander’s peart voice chimed in. He patted Ais on the back with a firm smack before he slung an arm around his broad shoulders. The demon glanced at him, raising a brow. He had one of those chewy shots in his hands again. Ais licked his fangs. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Leander put his hands up defensively, “I’m not trying to pry! You just… seem a bit glum over here… in the corner.” His voice trailed off at the latter half. 

“No one to pick a fight with.”

“Well, there’s always some friendly arm wrestling matches here. Or maybe some tabletop card games?” 

“You just don’t want to pay for everyone’s drinks again.”

“I could pay for your next one,” he offered. 

Leander caught the glass in his hand when the bartender slid it over. He nodded at her and she seemed to have gotten the memo. Shouts erupted from the Bloodhounds by the door. Someone had scored in whatever game they were playing. The mage’s emerald eyes darted to his companions then back to Ais. 

“Duty calls.”

After another pat on Ais’s back, Leander was gone as quickly as he came. He jumped onto a table in the center, chanted something, raising his chewy shot glass and the crowd joined him. Claps, stomps, and hollers. Looks like he’s paying for everyone’s drinks again after all. Ais raised his glass a beat later than the Bloodhounds. He didn’t clap, stomp or holler, but the occasion was something worth celebrating. Free whiskey was better than cheap booze. 

Ice clinked as he set his glass down and wood creaked. Weird. He was familiar with the sound of wood crepitating, but that sound was reserved for the rafters in the Seaspring. The Wet Wick was home to the sound of wood breaking. If wood were to creak here, the only source would be that dilapidated door. Not from the roof. 

Ais leaned back against the bar counter and turned his head upward, to the sound of creaking wood. And there you were– standing on the stair landing, leaning against the railing. He tipped his head further back. You craned your neck, bringing your face closer to his, albeit at an awkward perpendicular angle. You smiled like you had struck gold. Your hair tickled his cheeks. He never paid any mind to the Wet Wick’s second floor, but he made a note to remember it now. The stairwell was also dilapidated. 

“Evening, sparrow.”

“I take it you were in the mood to come?” 

“Drinks were on Leander.”

“I see.”

There it was again. That damned “I see”. What the hell did you see? His eyes flickered over to your figure which was no longer cloaked. Your hair was disheveled, hands still covered like a maiden, and a yawn gracing your features as you approached the bar stool beside him. He saw something, alright. 

“Sleep well?” 

“Like a corpse.”

“That tired, huh?”

“I had a lot of errands to run today.”

You lunged forward and reached for a beer stein, a pitcher of water and a bottle of fruit wine behind the counter and poured yourself a helping amount of each into the mug. The barmaid paid no mind to you or your bizarre concoction. She continued polishing glasses as if you were a trick of the light. She must’ve seen combinations far more peculiar than diluted wine in a mug. 

Ais swirled his whiskey, “Got a side hustle, already?”

“I guess you could say that. I’ve been taking some odd jobs. Information is worth its weight in gold here and I need information more than anything. Of course… you’d already know that,” you said, placing your hand onto your cheek. 

“Hard not to know when you keep pestering me for some.” 

“Not anymore! You can keep your spring secrets.”

“There were no secrets. Told you everything you needed to know.”

“Yeah, in the vaguest way possible,” you deadpanned.

“Did you not learn anything at all here?”

“Excuse me?”

There was the bite and spite you had. He was starting to miss it. He worried you’d pick up some of the insipid Hightown mannerisms, but it was for naught. You were still the spitfire. Ais smirked, “You just said information was worth its weight in gold. I know none of your secrets yet you keep asking for mine.”

You frowned at a loss for words. He was right. Though, you didn’t have anything to share that was worth even a sliver of copper. Nothing interesting. Nothing groundbreaking. Nothing that would turn a few heads. Save for your curse, but Ais figured that your curse laid in your molten hands from just a glimpse so that was off the table.

“What would you like to know?” you asked, silently resigned. 

“Nothing.” 

“Then why did you make a big fuss about secrets?” 

Ais’s smile reached his ears. Your voice was nearing a shout. A rosy tint crept up your cheeks. The bar was dull in terms of entertainment on the weekdays– no roughnecks or angry sleazers–  but seeing you worked up was a sight for sore eyes.  

“You called the kettle black. Kettle’s gotta retaliate.” 

“What if I want to know more about the kettle?”

“Thought you were done with the spring.”

“I am, but I want to know more about you.”

Your smile matched his, reaching ear to ear or higher if Ais’s eyes didn’t deceive him. The demon hummed, fiddling with his silver pendant that dangled by his sternum. He was feigning deliberation, but you leaned in on his sea-glass colored bicep, humming along. A sweet harmony to contrast his timbre, ushering him to a conclusion.

“Shoot,” Ais grinned. 

“Why don’t you live in the city?” You pushed yourself off his arm. Your curious eyes leveled with his. 

“Don’t think people here like my pets much.”

The Bloodhounds seemingly roared in affirmation. Another point scored in their vapid game. Timing was great. Ais swirled his whiskey again. Its amber color mellowed out to a muted brownish-yellow. The ice had melted.

“You live out there for your pets? Isn’t it lonely?”

“My pets are good company and… I go out at night.”

“If you feel like it.”

“Especially if I feel like it.”

“So it’s not that lonely out there?”

“Being alone and being lonely are two different things, sparrow.”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“Is that what you think?.”

“So yes?” you tried again.

He shook his head. You opened your mouth and formed a slight “O” shape before closing it. Ais propped his head onto his knuckles and continued, “Can’t be alone or lonely with my pets and my friend.” He tapped his temple. You rolled your eyes. 

“Your friend talks?”

“‘Course they do.”

He let your snickers slip past his sharp ears. You still thought he had a screw loose up there despite him being dead serious. You, on the other hand, were dying from disbelief and laughter, but it didn’t matter if you believed him or not. If he showed you, you’d be as aimless as the Soulless or worse– pronounced as dead. Fortunately for you, he reserved Ocudeus for special once-in-a blue-moon occasions and tonight was a new moon… so he’ll play along with you. Yeah, he’s got an imaginary friend. They hit up the bar every other night and have a grand old time. The sea-glass ink that snaked around his arm was a matching tattoo with a drinking buddy whose name had long been forgotten. 

“What about you? Curse aside, why are you in Eridia?” Ais asked once your hysterics simmered down.

“I’m only here because of my curse,” you replied coolly. 

“Going home after you’re cured?”

You blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. Ais’s eyes never left you– like a vulture waiting on your last breath. Looks like he hit the nail on the head. Not that it was hard to miss. You were easy to read. If his heart was on his sleeve, yours was on a platter. 

“I guess not.” 

“No family?”

“Something like that.”

“So you’re a runaway,” he reckoned. 

Your eyes fell to the table and then to Ais’s metal-clad fingers which were drumming on the wooden surface.

“Got it wrong?” 

“No, I mean, you were spot on. Intuition’s good.”

“Thanks. Got it from my friend.”

“Pft– does your friend know anything else about me?”

“You’re good company,” Ais said.

“Oh yeah?”

“Bites and barks the same amount. Terrible taste in drinks, but you hold a decent conversation so… that makes up for it.”

“I’ll have you know that my tas– hic!”

Your hands were quick to clamp over your mouth. Muffled “hics” periodically bypassed your bandaged fingers despite your vain efforts. Beside you, Ais was doing his darndest to maintain a neutral expression. His lips were pressed together tightly as if all of his teeth would fall out if he were to open his mouth. 

Hic. Hic. Hic.

Ais had failed. A snort filled your ears. You shot him the deadliest glare you could muster, but it had no effect on him. His smirk was as smug as always. He locked eyes with you, taking your cup and filling it with water from a nearby pitcher. Maybe with a little too much water. The contents sloshed around the rim and splashed onto the table once he set it down. 

Drip. Drip. Drip. 

He gestured at the mug, “Need to be fed too?”

Your lips curved upward beneath your hands, shaking your head “no”. Ais motioned at the cup once again. This time, you obliged. You lowered your bandaged fingers and wrapped them around the mug. Excess water leaked into the gauze as you gulped down half the pint in hopes of quelling your antsy diaphragm. 

“You a lightweight?”

“Didn’t drink much back home.” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. The hiccups seemed to have subsided. You exhaled in relief and hoped that your embarrassment hadn’t traveled too far up your cheeks. 

“No one to drink with?”

“More like… I didn’t go out much.”

“Good thing you’re free as a bird now.”

You smiled, “Yeah, I can go anywhere I want.”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. 

Ais pinched the bridge of his nose as the gutter above his head pelted him with cold droplets of water. Stormy clouds invited themselves to Eridia over the course of the night, but they couldn’t decide whether they wanted to rain or not. They sprinkled a bit of rain here and some there, but showers never lasted more than five minutes. Even a man past his prime could last longer than these “storms”. The demon sidestepped the gutter and set his foot straight into a puddle. He scowled. 

A little water didn’t hurt Ais. In fact, he liked the rain… just not when he was cradling a flimsy paper bag filled with gourmet dog biscuits. He would rather have shrimp cocktails for breakfast, lunch, and dinner than to make another trip to Hightown and talk to that snobby baker again. 

…Maybe that was a stretch. His Soulless pets deserved the best and Ais would rather bite his own tongue than let seafood get anywhere near his mouth. One shrimp cocktail was enough for a lifetime. Dealings with an elitist dragged on for only a few minutes. Seconds if Ais skipped their hoity-toity pleasantries and opted to use his fists instead– a thought he entertained from time to time after one too many “please” and “thank you's”. It was more or less an intrusive thought, a controlled impulse. Ais was more than happy to wipe the disdain off that baker’s face with a solid punch, but then Princess wouldn’t have any fancy treats for when she was on her best behavior. He clicked his tongue. For her, he would be on his best behavior too.

The sun peaked out from the ashen clouds, shining a bit of light onto Ais’s path as if the sky was seeking penance for ruining his early morning shopping trip. He turned his head. He stared too long again. Even if shrouded by clouds, the sun was always there. Nothing special. His hurried steps padded the cobblestone road with a steady rhythm. His back faced the pearly bridge that connected Hightown to Lowtown. Ais adjusted the bag in his arms as he made his way through the maze of flood-eroded buildings.  

Highborn nobles would be appalled at the sight of Lowtown, but this was Ais’s turf. No pleasantries. People here were blunt enough to let the money talk. Business was business. No “please” or “thank you’s”. You only needed to pay. If you didn’t want to pay, you exchanged information or goods. A brawl also doubled as a negotiation. A shame folks here were scared shitless of the Soulless. 

Hu. Tu. Du, du, du, du. 

Ais stopped. His crimson eyes casted their gaze to an alleyway that bisected the deserted Lowtown street that led to the spring and the lively Amaryllis District. He spun his heel and looked up at the gilded buildings of Hightown then back to the alleyway. A detour wouldn’t hurt. The Amaryllis District was closer to the bog than that bakery was. Besides, he hadn’t been there in a while. A change of pace was much needed.The walk home would be less lonely too. The district never slept. 

La, du, du, du, du. 

This tune… 

The Seaspring was home to a few, repetitive sounds: The blood-red waters dripping and rippling from seepage, the purrs and growls of the Soulless and hushed whispers. When one ventured out to the Wet Wick, they, too, heard a few, repetitive sounds: alcohol being poured and measuredly sipped, the shouts and hollers of those who had one too many drinks, and faint murmurs. 

There was not much of a difference in terms of sound between the spring and the city (save for Hightown’s polite contempt for commotion and the entertainment district’s hustle and bustle) but Ais knew a sparrow’s song when he heard one. He was sure of it– not that he was a musical prodigy or any sort. The song was unfamiliar, but he knew the sound of your voice. He never took you for a singer, but he also didn’t take you for a lightweight. He bet you never took him for the type to spoil his pets rotten either. 

He smirked as he squeezed himself through the narrow passage. 

A  flurry of colors greeted him at the end of the tunnel like a gust of wind. Cerulean and coral lanterns strung themselves from building to building. Booths lined the street with an array of pastel tents. The avenue was nothing short of paintings, artisan goods, hand-crafted trinkets and gadgets. Street food vendors were also up and running, undeterred by the untimely hour. The elephant in the room was a large shell-pink tent sat in the middle of the plaza. People flocked and filed themselves around a ticket booth. The sign by the entrance read something along the lines of “troupe”. The fuss rushed past Ais, failing to rope him in. 

His main attraction was a lone stall several paces to his right. The stand was further from its competitors, but it was as busy as any other booth in the district. Tables and benches lined its perimeter. Most of them were occupied. Some had wax candles and pressed flowers while others had glass and frayed paint brushes. Ais scanned the area and smiled, eyes landing on a bench in the corner. It was you, alright. The tune you were humming increased in volume as he tip-toed towards your table. Your back was facing him, immersed in your art project. Your hood was drawn up as well, but he caught sight of your bandages. You were trying to be discreet, but you stood out like a sore thumb to him. The Amaryllis District was vivacious and colorful. Even the air smelled colorful. You, on the other hand, were as ominous as a disciple of death– black cloak, half of your features shrouded by a cowl, and hands wrapped in gauze. And you had the gall to call the Seaspring creepy? The superstitious folks would’ve believed you if you came knocking on their door one day and told them their time was up. 

But as luck would have it, Ais never bought into that sort of bullshit. And you were scary as a rabbit. Mischief spread across his face. 

He pulled your hood down, earning a squeaky yelp from you. His hand was quick to clamp over your mouth, but nevertheless, a couple of heads turned– including yours. 

“Easy. It’s just me.”

You nodded and pulled your hood back up with a huff. He removed his hand from your mouth, barely dodging the daggers you glared at him. He grinned. 

“Top o’ the morning to you too, sparrow.”

You cocked your head. Ais put a hand behind his neck and cleared his throat. His gaze averted yours. 

“Learned something last week. Means good morning.”

“Couldn’t you just say ‘good morning’?” you muttered. 

“Gets boring.”

You rolled your eyes and returned to the glass bottle in your hand. It was short and stout, snuggly fit into your palm. He peered over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of a trio of birds flying over an ocean that was a work in progress. He frowned, realizing your little work song had ceased. He set his dog biscuits by your paint palette. You raised an eyebrow at the paper bag. 

“For Princess,” he explained.

“Has she been well?”

“The good-est girl.”

“And you?”

“The good-est boy.”

“The best,” you joked.

Ais rested his head on the base of his palm and watched you add strokes of blue to your ocean. It was a shade darker than the other blues. It reminded him of Mhin’s cape. He grimaced. It reminded him of one of those rare nights in Eridia where the skies were clear enough to see the stars. His eyes trailed up to the stormy clouds. He won’t be seeing any stars anytime soon. When Ais turned his attention back to you, you had moved onto a lighter blue. 

“You an artist?” 

“Dabbled in it.”

“How ‘bout a singer?”

“I don’t sing.”

“Could’ve sworn you just were.”

“You misheard,” you said with finality.

“Did not.” He paused, then added, “Got sharp ears.” Ais pointed to his ears. They were indeed sharp– as most of his features were. Perhaps the only thing that wasn’t sharp about him was the ink on his arms. 

He was met with silence and took it as an invitation to continue prodding at you. 

“Okay then do you hum?”

Your lips were taut. Your brows knitted together in contemplation. Then, they relaxed. Ais smiled as you reluctantly nodded. The movement was incredibly subtle. If he blinked, he would’ve missed his prize..  

“It sounded nice.” 

“You think?” Your back straightened. 

“Yeah, could’ve taken you for a performer here.” 

“Now you’re just flattering me.”

“Honest, sparrow.”

“I thought about it before… back home… being a performer– even an artist,” you gestured at your glass with your paintbrush, "But I had… another role to play.”

You tucked your hair behind your ear and swapped the blue paint out for an off-white color, sketching sea foam onto your ocean waves. A secret was on the tip of your tongue. 

“Not anymore though, right?”

You nodded. Free as a bird, you thought. You angled the glass to finish up some details. You were by no means talented. It was nothing worth auctioning or featuring in a gallery, but it was something you enjoyed, something you hoped to improve at. You found yourself coming to this booth more often than you’d like to admit. The owner knew your face and you had a collection of painted glass bottles tucked away in your room at the Wet Wick. 

“Do you come here often?” you asked, changing the subject.

“Only to see a friend.”

You turned your head to the building with pink curtains. His eyes narrowed. 

“Not like that, sparrow.” 

“You were misleading,” you shrugged.

“This district’s alright. Too perfumy though,” Ais elaborated. A philanderer was not going on his mental tally of bad impressions on you. He’d like to keep the numbers at a humble three or four. He had causal relationships in the past, but not to that extent. It’s been a while too so it didn't count. That title was more suitable for other people. He could name a few off the top of his head, but he’ll do you a solid favor and keep those names to himself. 

“You don’t come here often because of the smell–”

“Too strong on the nose.” He tapped his nose for good measure.

“When you live by a swamp?” You finished.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The water smells… strange there. It’s not like the river here.”

He knew what you meant. He knew the smell. He was certain you did too. You knew that smell all too well, considering you were welcomed by it on your first day in this city. It followed you as much as it followed him. Neither of you said a thing. Not a word or a whisper. A topic like that matched the somber skies, but clashed with the vitality of the arts and entertainment district. 

“Smells fine to me.”

“That’s because you live by it!”

Ais smirked. 

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drip.  

Those pesky gray clouds have finally decided to cry their eyes out after two days of dilly dallying in the sky, submerging Lowtown with their tears. The ramshackle districts of Eridia were no stranger to floods. It was something the people had grown used to, looked forward to even. Floods may destroy a few buildings or dent a couple of roofs, but they also wash away the pungent smell of blood and death. The downpour was so strong that the Soulless avoided the city. The people were free to wander about at night, albeit with a few limitations. There was not a single booth set up in the Amaryllis District. It was the only time the plaza got a wink of sleep. Well, most of the district. A handful of lights were still on and all pink curtains were drawn, a sign they could go all night long if they wanted to– rain or shine. That wasn’t the case for most stores in Lowtown. Most closed when the downpour began, but bars were open and that was all that mattered to Ais. 

It was when Eridia rained that he simultaneously felt the most alone and the most at home. The flooded streets were akin to the Seaspring’s waters, but there was not a single soul in sight. He waded through the murky waters with unease. The rain turned the city into his domain. He was fond of it for many reasons, but it did not do what many Eridians loved about it the most: wash away unbearable stenches. Petrichor masked the smell of death, but it was prevalent nonetheless. Something lurked in these waters, waiting to be reaped. Or perhaps Ais’s intuition was off? His senses had been haywire for the past few days. He found himself looking over his shoulder to see if someone was behind him. Heat rushed to his usually cold cheeks. His heart raced even though he barely moved an inch. The rain started not too long ago so was it a long shot to say that not everything was washed out yet?

Splash!

Ais whipped his neck around, observing the Wet Wick’s alleyway. Blood spewed from the narrow pathway and coiled around his boots. It swirled and dissolved into the flood water congregating by the Wet Wick’s entrance. He cracked his knuckles and made his way to the alleyway. Even the rain couldn’t stop a good bar brawl. The victor of that fight was a worthy adversary if they could draw blood. Even if they weren’t, he was getting restless anyhow. Throwing a punch or two and knocking someone would be an easy fix for that. Talk about exciting. 

Thud! 

His grin faded as he stepped into the alleyway. His eyes dilated at the sight of Vere pining a cloaked figure to the wall with his bare hands. Blood spilled on the wall, dripping down into the flood water. Ais knew that cloak a little too well. It was black and embroidered with little bits of gold at the hem. He saw it a few times. At the Seaspring. At the Wet Wick. At the Amaryllis District. 

He could count the number of times he saw that cloak on his hands, but the amount of times it plagued his thoughts every now and then exceeded the number stars in the sky– When will you visit Princess again? What kind of weird drink will you have next time? Would he be able to hear that song again?

The same cloak that festered in his mind was now saturated with blood. Despite the ebony fabric, there was enough blood in certain areas to dye it red. Your torso. Your legs. Your head. Though shrouded by a hood as always, your cowl was the deepest of crimsons. It was tantamount to the thick red waters of the spring. 

Vere was the first– and perhaps the only one–  to notice Ais. He furrowed his auburn brows and dropped your body onto the ground. An audible thump echoed through the alley yet you remained still, blood pooling and pooling.  

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Ais responded with silence. His eyes lingered on you. He hoped for you to chirp and twitter about something. Curse or bite someone if you must. 

“Senobium’s orders,” Vere said, tossing his hair over his shoulder, “They were snooping around too much and… you know how that goes.”

"...I see." Two meaningless words that added nothing to the conversation, something he picked up from you. He never truly grasped the meaning of the phrase– he always thought of it as a sarcastic response– but "I see" seemed suitable to use for this specific situation. The scene before Ais was truly something and damn right he saw. He saw enough to know everything.

Vere's dusty pink eyes fell to his feet where blood accumulated. His ears drooped as he stepped away from your body. If he had put his tail between his legs, he could’ve fooled anyone.  His shoulder brushed Ais’s on his way out of the alley. “We should head inside. My fur’s getting soaked.”

The demon balled his fists, words flying over his head. He sauntered deeper into the pathway and knelt down by your side. The bar’s dilapidated door creaked open and then shut, briefly shining on your marred face. There was not a single fleck of wonder or hope in your eyes. They were dull and gray like the stormy sky above you. 

“I told you the Senobium was bad news, sparrow,” Ais smiled bitterly. 

Rain trickled down his face, hot and briny. He smelt the stench of death before. He had seen disfigured bodies in the bog and drew blood during fights. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but somehow he could not bear to look at you or your mangled neck for any longer. He was getting tired of the rain already. He was tired of kneeling by your side. With a dejected sigh, Ais stood up. 

Clink!

He clicked his tongue and lifted his boot up, revealing a shard of glass. Curious, he knelt down again, examining the shattered glass around your body. Must’ve been that bottle you painted the other day. Ais could barely make out the pieces, but he saw the various shades of blue you used. His eyes shifted to a rather large fragment by his boot. Unlike the other bits of glass, this one was yellow-orange with a small black line, the silhouette of a bird flying into the sun. Ais stomped on the fragment, crushing the painted sun beneath his feet as one would with a cigarette butt. He rose from the ground and turned his back to you, but instead of entering the bar, he ventured out into the storm. 

Then maybe, just maybe, he, too, could be swept away by the rain. 

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[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

My Thoughts on Touchstarved

So, I've finished the demo! Let me start off by saying that I love the story! The concept is awesome, I adore that you can choose your own background, I love how immersive the setting is, everything is just... amazing. I can't wait for the full game to come out! Especially with all the special treats we're getting from the Kickstarter goals, it's going to be fantastic! And now, my friends, I shall share with you my thoughts & Headcannons for each of our lovely love interests, in order of appearance. If you'd like to see more, my requests are open!! I haven't gotten any for Touchstarved yet but I'm itching to write for them, I just... need some inspiration, so the more the merrier!

Kuras

First of all: pretty. I love his design, it's wonderful. He looks so ethereal! And very doctor-y, which was the point.

Can we talk about the hair, though???? How cool is that?? I love it. It looks very soft and fluffy. And so long... Could you imagine sleeping next to him? You wake up and you're drowning in floof.

He's very kind and gentle, but is obviously holding back. He distances himself from people, and like everybody else on this list, he needs to find someone he can really trust to open up and be himself with.

And he stays so busy, like... when does he ever take the time to relax? I know the city needs him and his clinic, but he deserves some time off, too.

To be honest Kuras gives me kinda like.... asexual vibes? Maybe demisexual? Idk, maybe I'm reading too much into him being reserved, but. I just feel like he either wouldn't be interested or he'd want to fall in love with someone before taking them to bed.

Leander

I love him, he's incredible. So talented, so kind!! I love the respect the Bloodhounds have for him, and how willing he is to go out of his way to help a stranger.

Also he blushes very easily and I love it, he's absolutely adorable

I am very very curious how he got so much skill with magic, because that doesn't seem to be normal. I bet it has something to do with his secret.

He very clearly has some serious trauma in his past, too. I wonder how he got that scar, if it has anything to do with his magic, if it is indeed the same scar running from his face to his arm....

Seems like he drowns his trauma in alcohol, his gang, and keeping himself very busy. Poor thing clearly doesn't get as much sleep as he should.

I think he just wants to be loved, but he's afraid to let himself be too vulnerable.

Vere

Foxboy Foxboy Foxboy Foxboy Fox-

Can I just say that I'm a little bit in love with his design. I mean I am with all of them but. Especially Vere. I love foxes and it's just. *Chef's kiss*

He's a cocky lil son of a biscuit tho. That tongue of his is quite sharp... as are his teeth~

I feel like he'd flirt with a Soulless to get what he wanted. In actuality he'd just murder it, but... you get my point. You're never sure if he's gonna seduce you or slit your neck.

Literally if Sage and Rime from Last Legacy had a child.

He's absolutely not trustworthy but I wanna get to the bottom of things and form that trust with him.

Romancing him would be very interesting. He's always three seconds away from eating you, but the question is... will he eat your soul, or your [redacted]?

Ais

He reminds me far too much of my friend's OC, and for that, I am the sliiiightest bit obsessed with him. At least that gives me a headstart on his characterization.

Would sell you to Satan for one cornchip, but fortunately MC interests him enough to keep them around

And Princess???? Oh my god. My heart. I adore her, I adore him, yes please

And he calls the MC "Sparrow"!!! That's absolutely precious. I love how he has nicknames for people, it's wonderful

Ais seems like the person who will tell you he doesn't care what happens to you and you can go get yourself killed for all he cares, then move heaven and earth to save you once you're even slightly in danger.

Mhin

Baby needs a hug. Enough said.

l absolutely adore them. They have stolen my heart.

And yes, maybe I do have the slightest bit of a savior complex, shut up. I'm just addicted to the hurt/comfort angst of it all, okay?

Literally hates everyone and everyone hates them (Except for, y'know, Kuras) because they're such a grumpy little loner and dear god just let me love you, let me teach you what love is.

They definitely fit into the whole "stronger than they appear" archetype because they're specifically mentioned to be pretty scrawny, but they have an impressive amount of strength and holy hells they're good with that dagger. That's incredible skill

I just. I want to break down those walls and earn their trust and teach them they have someone they can rely on who won't betray them, no matter what happens or how dark things get.

I just want to cuddle them and reassure them that everything's gonna be alright, is that a crime?

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[queen-shiba]

Hi Shiba!! I saw your Touchstaved OC, Shuya, and was really intrigued abt the way she interacts with the love interests and other than Ais as well as her identity as a human w/ a lioness form?? Also, what does she classify as-(Unnamed, Hound, Alchemist)? Hope that wasn't too many questions. 😅 Hope you have a good rest of your day!!

HEHEHE SOMEONE FINALLY ASKED ABOUT MY CREATION

Suya is a monster, actually. I created a sort of lore on my own using Komainu and normal ass lions as a base to create a race of sorts.

Stone lions that were given a generational curse for pissing off a god of some kind.

In regards to her class, she is the hound. Very spicy, as the name Suya suggests. She was named after a Nigerian food, which is spicy.

How she interacts with love interests other than Ais...

With Leander, she's kind enough. She trusts him not to stab her in her sleep whereas it is the opposite with Vere.

She wouldn't trust Vere as far as she can throw him, but she's friendly with him so long as he is with her.

Suya and Kuras are actually cool with each other. She's very thankful he saved her life and would like to repay him someday.

Now with Mhin.... Oh she hates Mhin and Mhin hates her.

They will fight and argue and if Suya had it her way, she'd swallow them whole in front of everyone.

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[theravenanarchy]

The death grip this game has on me is only further proven by the fact I was about to get in the shower when I had this thought.

I think the way that you will achieve the good route with Ais is by surrendering control over to him and the the good route for Leander will be taking control.

I know it seems kind of obvious on the surface 'Ais' dialogue about Leander liking when others take control' duh, but hears the core of my theory, I think Ais is the most trustworthy.

Everything about Ais' character oozes self security, he has no reason to lie to you about the others because he's well aware of their darkness, if he wanted you to dislike them he could just be honest. Somebody like Vere seems to have no problem giving control to him (the scene in the bar where Ais catches him is adorable u///u and telling!!) He's fun cause you kinda want to give him control. Trope wise yes he's ver obvs the daddy dom archetype but he's also got all the cute caregiver vibes that GOOD DOMS NEED. He isn't lacking in a sense of self either, ironic.

So then you flip that for Leander, HE IS TRYING SO HARD TO MAKE YOU FEEL SAFE...but he doesn't ask you what you need, he just tells you anything is on the table because he'll do anything for your favor. I'm pretty sure the hero routine is genuine, but he definitely adopted it as a way of ingratiating himself to others. So he's definitely lacking a sense of self.

I read Tonari no Seki no Hen na Senpai recently and really just lost it over how much I liked it. Basically the thing that makes it a comedy is the both lead characters are weird little creeps so they use it to explore communication, dynamic sub/dom relationships, and expressing your love versus having it reciprocated. The last chapter specifically hits on how the ML was okay forcing the relationship by being sneaky until the FL makes him choose between being able to be physical with her but being hated or being in an actual relationship but giving her the power to set the boundaries. Obvs he chooses the second one because that's the actual fulfilling relationship and it's cute and stuff.

Back to baby girl, I'm so happy to think that his good route will be about healing and like adorable unconditional love between him and the MC. Like he so much wants to build a safe space for you, nonono baby let me care of you omg you traumatized bitch I love you. Also super into the idea of the MC having the choice to be all clingy to Leander or sweet and assuring (or rejecting him and making him cry or ANGRY let me see that darkness bb)

Poor sweet Leander is so clearly afraid of death, being powerless, and being alone, where Ais isn't afraid of anything. I think that will be the core of their dichotomy, two people who can get along but having completely different ways of navigating the world and their sense of self.

#touchstarved #touchstarved game #leander #ais #touchstarved theory #Ais is cute and cosmic horror #I think a struggle that may come up is him fighting the voices in his head telling to him dunk you in the Seaspring #Hive mind ending gonna be fukin nasty :)

[eggroll-sama]

So I think we can get something more about these character if we replace the flower chart with their names. Here we go!

AIS

Eerily beautiful, Ais bears the sorrow of loss and farewells. Eridians believe Ais shepherd lost spirits into the afterlife.

The city has seen a sudden increase in these [Groupminds/Soulless], leaving many puzzled about their meaning... 🤔

MHIN

After a long and grueling winter, Eridia greets the first [Loventian] with relief.

Mhin is known to cling tenaciously to life even in the worst conditions, from barren wastelands to ruins perpetually shrouded in Fogfall... 🌙

LEANDER

Nothing says "I love you" as clearly as Leander—ironic, since they're some of the region's most poisonous men.

Some mages believe that Leander contains a mysterious magic, but attempts to harness his power have only resulted in lethal poisoning.

KURAS

The elegant Kuras’ therapeutic magic are vital in such a dangerous world.

The Senobium cultivates a small magnolia grove, though few make it past the imposing gates to enjoy the rejuvenating blossoms…

Comment: The last part I didn’t know how to twist it, but maybe it has to do with how Kuras has his guard up like the Senobium and only a few people get to see Kuras’ open and relaxed side (like Ais) and also his connection to the Senobium

VERE

Comment: This one is interesting and runs the most smooth.

Local legends conflict on the origins of Vere. 🌹

Whether they sprang from the spilt blood of a scorned lover or were born of an ancient Senobian ritual gone awry, the truth behind Vere is knowledge long forgotten... or held by a privileged few.

ELYON

Comment: I took some creative liberties with this one, since we know Elyon runs a business.

Elusive and exorbitantly expensive, [Elyon’s prostitutes] are coveted by the wealthy few who can afford them.

Buyers who purchase [them] flaunt them as symbols of status. Little do they know that these are ordinary [humans, wearing clothes] injected with cheap blue dye... 💸

SEN

Sen is the rare Queen of the Night that appears once a year at night and fades away before dawn.

Some believe that any wishes made during her brief appearance will come true... Perhaps even a death wish? 🌚

#touchstarved game #touchstarved theory #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved ais #touchstarved Leander #touchstarved vere #touchstarved elyon #touchstarved sen #vere #kuras #leander #mhin #Ais #Elyon #Sen

[indarknessilived]

Legacy Shenanigans Master List of Audio Featuring Anything Marvolo (NSFW version)

Posts Updated: 9/03/2023

NSFW

Marvolo talking to MC: Marvolo (NSFW)

Marvolo punishing MC: Marvolo (NSFW)

Marvolo dirty talk: Marvolo (NSFW)

MC takes control for once: Marvolo (NSFW)

Marvolo moaning: Marvolo (NSFW)

Giving Marvolo head: Marvolo (NSFW)

Marvolo dirty talk: Marvolo (NSFW)

Marvolo writing MC a letter: Marvolo (NSFW)

Marvolo giving a good girl her reward (creaking!): Marvolo (NSFW)

Marvolo edging you (bed creaking!): Marvolo (NSFW)

Marvolo sexy degradation: Marvolo (NSFW)

Marvolo making you squirt: Marvolo (NSFW)

Dirty talk and Marvolo pushing into you: Marvolo (NSFW)

More Marvolo dirty talk (MELT): Marvolo (NSFW)

Someone hurt you and Marvolo doesn’t take kindly to that: Marvolo (NSFW - torture) 

Pissing him off at the Den: Marvolo (NSFW)

Begging Marvolo: Marvolo (NSFW)

Solo mastrabation: Marvolo (NSFW)

Volo reading erotic poetry: Marvolo (NSFW ISH) (personal new favorite!)

Throat training & PRAISE!: Marvolo (NSFW)

It’s going to be a rough day at the Den and he wants you ready: Marvolo (NSFW)x

Possessive dirty talk: Marvolo (NSFW)

Marvolo the king of double standards (based of character ai chat): Marvolo (Very light NSFW)

Marvolo telling you what he going to do to you: Marvolo (NSFW) 

Drunk Marvolo talking to Rerek: Marvolo, Rerek (NSFW ISH)

Drunk Marvolo when MC shows up: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

Whispering Filth based on (this): Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

MC joking about Marvolo’s teeth: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

MCs been bad, and bad girls get the belt: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

Marvolo and MC break the bed: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

Marvolo putting that tongue to work with Italian: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

Marvolo fucking MC but now with HER moans: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

They've had an argument and Marvolo discusses punishments: Marvolo, MC (NSFW ISH)

Pure dirty sex: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

MC knows how to tease Volo when he has to go: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

Marvolo making Mc squirt and calling her a good girl: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

Fun in the garden: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

Fingering before Volo has to leave: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

Foreplay is getting steamy: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)

Rerek and Marvolo having an argument about MC: Marvolo, Rerek (NSFW ISH)

Rerek talking about Mr. and Mrs. Gaunt sex life: Marvolo, Rerek (NSFW ISH)

Rerek being curious after Sebastian joined in: Marvolo, Rerek (NSFW)

"Rereks" thoughts on fanfiction: Rerek (NSFW ISH)

Rerek being Rerek compilation: Rerek (NSFW ISH)

Rereks opinions: Rerek (NSFW ISH)

Marvolo and Ominis at some Event, run in with a past hookup: Marvolo, Ominis, (Anabella ¿sp?) (NSFW ISH)

Marvolo stressing the importance of silencing charms: Marvolo, Ominis (light NSFW)

Marvolo and Sebastian chat after (this fic): Marvolo, Sebastian (NSFW)

Marvolo and Sebastian chat after (pt 4): Marvolo, Sebastian (NSFW)

Remembering old times: Marvolo, Sebastian (NSFW ISH)

I'll mess a bitch up, but I'll also take it like a good slut - Sallow: Marvolo, Sebastian (NSFW)

Marvolo’s in need of his dick pig: Marvolo, Sebastian (NSFW)

And then there were two little dick pigs: Marvolo, Sebastian, Leander (NSFW)

Marvolo and Rerek talk after (pt5): Marvolo, Rerek (NSFW)

Rerek calls Marvolo out for almost slipping the L word after (pt 6) : Marvolo, Rerek (SFW audio but keeping it with the others pt 6 NSFW)

Ominis has been a good boy, right?: Ominis, Rowan (NSFW)

Ominis being adorably pathetic for Rowan: Ominis, Rowan (NSFW ISH)

Rominis being a bit too loud: Ominis, Rowan, Marvolo (NSFW)

Marvolo getting revenge on Ominis: Marvolo, Ominis, Rowan, MC

Rowan pounding pussy: Rowan (NSFW)

Rowan dirty talk, and a GOOD GIRL!: Rowan (NSFW ISH)

Solo mastrabation: Rowan (NSFW)

Volo and Rowan arguing over taker vs giver: Marvolo, Rowan (NSFW ISH)

Rowans in his "season": Marvolo, Rowan (NSFW)

Petty arguments: Marvolo, Rowan (VERY LIGHT NSFW to many F bombs to play in front of your boss)

Deep talks and Rowan probably has a kid: Marvolo, Rowan (NSFW ISH)

Marvolo waking up to Rowan in bed with him, confusion incurs: Marvolo, Rowan (light NSFW) 

Our murder boys taking turns with MC: Marvolo, Rowan, MC (NSFW)

Our murder boys teasing Leander: Marvolo, Rowan, Leander (NSFW ISH)

Red getting tag teamed: Marvolo, Rowan, Leander (NSFW)

Marvolo and OC: Marvolo (ish NSFW)

Personalized Marvolo for @dreambender96 (NSFW) (lucky ;) )

[justanaspiringsomeone]

(For the character ask !! ) Keiki’s favorite Touchstarved Li? (Also I love her so much so I offer this bouquet as a token of my appreciation 💐)

In all seriouness Anon! Here's Keiki's thoughts on the LIs so far!

Relationships w/ Cast

Kuras

Keiki likes

“He’s like a warm, comforting sun for the downtrodden.”

Aside from being the first genuinely good person she has met, Keiki feels drawn to Kuras in ways she doesn’t understand, but hopes to with time.

Kuras likes

Kuras finds Keiki’s natural charm to calm others and beckons them over interesting. Sometimes she helps in the clinic because of this whenever he has child patients.

Leander

Keiki dislikes/likes

“I never met a mage like him, while he’s flirtier than I anticipated… I don’t dislike it. I think.”

Leander so far provides Keiki with many things that she is thankful for. However, there’s something to him that rubs her wrong and she’s hoping it’s not experience preventing her from seeing his kindness.

Leander likes

Finds Keiki adorable, both to fluster and to talk to. He often tells her tales that she enjoys hearing. tries to ease any reservations and worries she has about him and Eridia as a whole.

Vere

Keiki dislikes

“so frivolous and uncaring almost to his detriment… and yet, it’s something to behold.”

Vere is everything Keiki hates. His smooth words and backhanded remarks serve as a reminder of the life she left behind yet finds herself unable to completely find all traits of him unappealing.

Vere dislikes

Vere dislikes the motherly and seemingly naive nature Keiki has, he likes it more when she lets her more negative emotions loose. Knows that there's something protecting her as well, much to his ire.

Ais

Keiki dislikes/likes

“He’s definitely not good for my heart, yet I want to see him all the same.”

Keiki isn't sure how to gauge Ais. On one hand, he’s irritatingly smug and often causes problems when there shouldn’t be. And on the other, his calm and confident demeanor gives Keiki a strange respite from her own worries. He makes her feel things she hasn’t felt before. And that scares her.

Ais likes/dislikes

Ais finds her lack of backbone annoying but her enthusiasm and surprising morbidness is interesting to him, what more could she have to find for him?

Mhin

Keiki likes

“They seem in need of guidance and a safe place…”

Keiki feels some form of attachment to Mhin, reminding her of the children within the temple she lived with most of her life. Dotes on them as a form of repentance to which they don’t recuperate or understand.

Mhin likes/dislikes

Mhin feels like a child when Keiki dotes on them, but she continues despite their biting comments and snarls. Still, she brings a gentleness that they aren’t familiar with but can’t find it within them to be completely closed off to.

Cuts:

#my art #keiki hipa #asks #touchstarved mc #touchstarved oc #touchstarved game #touchstarved #touchstarved vn #touchstarved leander #touchstarved ais #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved vere #sorry this took so long #I WAS DOING OTHER THINGS #THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT

[karokawwo]

sniffing the LIs bc it has bothered me for several months

Ais: smoke. and a little metallic. kinda stinky overall but it's not pungent enough to drive me away from his general area yk

Vere: ✨🌸light floral perfume🌸✨ as to not affect his sensitive nose. he also makes sure to always get 🌹eau de perfum🌹 rather than eau de toilette because he has better tastes

Leander: unlike Ais, VERY pungent men's cologne that makes my nose runny. i hate him. he will drive me away from his general area with his stinky strong cologne.

Kuras: like a pharmacy. alcohol and medicine. also maybe something herbal like lavender idk he smells clean

Mhin: honestly no idea. you gotta be really close to smell anything tho. maybe metallic or dusty. maybe slightly like cat hair. or if you get reeeaaally close there's something sweet.

+bonus with my ocs

Kaiho: herbs. and dust. also kinda sweaty.

Hellebore: they're like Vere but they don't have the money to buy 🌹eau de perfum🌹 so they're forced to buy sweet eau de toilette. he will be borrowing whatever fancy stuff Vere gifts Kai.

Sashey: smoke and earthy. she doesn't smoke like Ais, that's just how her magic manifests so I thought she should also kinda smell like it. also carries some herbs and a little wood with her so yeah

#touchstarved game #touchstarved #ais #leander #vere #kuras #mhin #kaiho #hellebore oc #sashey

[cursed-nyxan]

DnD spells in Touchstarved Demo

After my post about the LI's classes, I wanted to make one with the spells used in the demo. Have fun reading it!

I'm not sure that at the beginning of the game, MC just passed out and lost their arms or actually died. In the former case, Kuras could use Regenerate (7th level spell) to restore the arms. If the latter, he used Resurrection (7th level spell) Well, only if it took him some time to find MC. Which is more than possible, but if some miracle happened and he found them within a minute, he could just use Revivify (3rd level spell).

Leander's famous shiny flowers are probably just Minor Illusions (cantrip). He tells the Bloodhounds that this was the last time he did it, indicating he performed this trick several times that day. Cantrips can be cast without using a spell slot, so Leander could use minor illusions as many times as he wanted. (Actually, Minor Illusions can't cast light but I'd totally allowed it. Either this or he used Dancing Lights (cantrip), but instead of glowing orbs the lights appeared in the form of flowers.)

When MC leaves the Wet Wick they feel a shadow passing over them. Vere could use Pass without Trace (2nd level spell) which causes a veil of shadows and silence to radiate from the caster. Creatures in the shadows can only be tracked by magic. (It also gives a +10 bonus to Stealth checks, so guess who has the key to MC's room now)

In front of the Senobium MC hears a whisper really close, then spots the Seaspring woman standing down the staircase. The woman probably used Message (cantrip). It has a range of 120 ft and only the creature affected by the spell can hear the whispered message.

After they said goodbye, the woman calls MC by their name. She could use Detect Thoughts (2nd level spell), which helped her learn MC's surface thoughts. (Well, not so sure about this. Is someone's name a surface thought? Do you constantly think about your name?)

When MC meets Ais, they see massive tentacle-like shapes around the wooden beams. There sure is a spell called Black Tentacles (4th level spell), but later MC finds out Ais just wanted to be intimidating, because scared people tend to be more honest. Well, to scare someone, it's enough to use some kind of an illusion. He could either use Silent Image (1st level spell) or Major Image (3rd level spell). Depends on if the tentacles were accompanied by voices. I think they were not, but I don't really remember.

Later in the Wet Wick Leander has a pair of shot glasses in his hand. For a finishing touch, he could use Shape Water (cantrip) to freeze the contents of the glasses.

In the Secret Ending, Vere asks MC to move somewhere quieter. If you choose to surrender, MC says that surrending is the easiest thing they've ever done. I like to think it was because of Vere casting Fast Friends (3rd level spell). Unlike Charm Person (1st level spell), using Fast Friends has another effect: While the creature is charmed, it undertakes to perform any services or activities the caster ask of it in a friendly manner. (Vere sure asked MC nicely!)

That's all for now! I know it was just a demo, so the list of spells shouldn't be too long, but I feel like I forgot about some.

#touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved demo #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved leander #touchstarved vere #touchstarved ais #touchstarved mhin #kuras #leander #vere #ais #mhin #touchstarved headcanons #dungeons and dragons #dnd spells

[luckyarchivist]

Ais v. Leander: NSFW HCs

Basically I was trying to get into Mhin's head while writing my aismhin fic and was "forced" to ask myself, "How would fucking Leander be different from fucking Ais?" so here are my thoughts.

Or, uh, they're down below the divider. Don't wanna scandalize anyone just passing by. What if you're in public or something?

General position/dynamic

Leander is, generally, a sub. He'll top, sure, but you can still order him around even if you're receiving. You should really top him, though; he can hit all kinds of high notes.

I should clarify, I'm talking about normal Leander here. "Unmasked", fatal-flaw-revealed Leander would want to stake his claim on you, to convince himself that you'll never leave him, to convince you that he is the only person who knows what you need—and he'll use any methods he knows to keep you under him as long as it takes to do that 😇

Ais is more solidly vers and switch-y. I think he probably leans slightly dom/top, but he definitely likes to bottom and he would love for you to prove that you can get him on his knees.

Being lazy

Ais will sometimes be a bit of a pillow princess. He doesn't wanna do anything but lay there and let you do as you like with him. And why shouldn't you treat him like the absolute treasure he is? If you don't I will!!

Leander is NEVER a pillow princess, he is a sex WORKER okay. PILLOW PROLETARIAT. The real reason you tie him up in bed is because otherwise he will spend the whole time trying to make you feel good when you are trying to make him feel good.

Foreplay

Ais does foreplay for himself. He likes the foreplay. If you tell him to get on with the fucking you, he will say no.

He won't say it in so few words, of course: he'll probably accuse you of not being able to handle a little light teasing. Meanwhile it's been 45 minutes and you're either on a razor's edge and willing to do anything if he will just fuck you or begging him to stop because you've cum twice already.

Leander does foreplay for you. You are his little sweetiebear and he wants you to be comfortable and aroused and relaxed and everything. If you tell him to get on with it, he will do exactly as you ask—if you don't, he's willing to indulge you for as long as you like.

I do think Leander likes seeing you get desperate for him. Normally, this isn't enough to stop him from treating you the way you want to be treated. But push him, and he might just make you cry, until you beg for him and only him.

Why fuck you, even?

For Ais it's about pleasure. He feels good, he's making you feel good: he likes that. Easy.

He would never admit it, but for Leander it's about control. I think he enjoys manipulating your pleasure, and he likes that you can do the same to him. Maybe he even believes he'll have stronger sway over you because you've slept with each other.

How they treat sex / how you'll feel

Ais thinks sex isn't a huge deal. It's fun, it feels nice, you get that workout feeling afterwards. But when he's fucking you, guaranteed, you'll feel like you're the only one. You'll feel valued. You'll feel seen. You'll be asking "What are we", and he's gonna be like, "What," cos he's putting his shoes on to leave and thinking about what he's gonna bring Princess as her little weekly treat.

He'd definitely fuck people again if he liked the experience, though; he's not the type to have one-night stands just to break hearts. So, if you're good enough in bed, you might have a repeat visitor on your hands, and maybe that'll develop into something more. If it happened to Vere, it can happen to you!

Leander acts like sex isn't a big deal to him, but he's also the type who will ask one-night stands and casual flings on dates because he "really felt a connection". He is truly not built for this modern hookup culture 😞

#touchstarved headcanons #not safe fw #touchstarved leander #leander #touchstarved ais #ais #oh how i love my boys dearly #ais x reader #leander x reader #gn reader #dude i hope these tags are right #i'm just using everybody else's posts as reference #and hoping y'all see my little thoughts on your feed