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Kaiho might have a tummyache 70% of the time, but he's always being brave about it 💪

#how are you so quick!!! #kaiho #touchstarved #stat chart #i love this little guy

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Fondness

Ocudeus x gn!reader

So I went ahead and wrote my own little ocudeus one-shot... It's not much but it's honest work. here you get to be weirded out by the cryptic affection of an eldritch horror.

Ocudeus loves you, but not as a human would.

The Seaspring has been especially uncomfortable lately.

You even hesitated to pass by today, but Ais has been acting so strange you couldn’t help checking in on him. These days he seems distant—the comfortable silence the two of you once shared in the temple now feels awkward, almost painfully so.

Did you upset him? Surely, he’d tell you if that was the case, he’s never been afraid to call you out. Something must be troubling him, maybe one of his brawls went south or Princess hasn’t been eating or one of his teacups broke…

Trying to guess what’s going on in Ais’ head is bound to lead nowhere; if you want to help him is best to ask upfront. Even if he might avoid the question, you won’t be able to say you didn’t try.

And so, you timidly enter the Seaspring.

The motion of the rippling, red water catches your eye, it seems… Lively? As lively as a stagnant lake can look, anyways.

You quickly scan the wooden floors which turn out to be desolate, then shift to the rafters—there he is, staring. Once your eyes find his, a smirk stretches across his face. He might feel down, but nothing gives him greater joy than watching you stumble after him it seems.

You gather your courage, “Ais! I need to ask you something.”

“What’s new,” you roll your eyes at him. Shortly, he drops from the rafters and regards you with a bored expression; he probably thinks you’ll ask about the Seaspring as you’ve done many times already.

“Uh, well…” now that you’re face-to-face the words barely reach you, but you manage to choke out the question, “…Are you good?” his eyebrows raise lightly and you look away, “I mean, it’s just… I’ve noticed you’ve been a little out of it lately, is everything fine?”

When you look back up at him, his brows are furrowed in confusion. Did you guess wrong...?

Suddenly his expression smooths into a grin, “Just a bit tired. No need to worry, sparrow,” he reaches to ruffle your hair, “How nice of you to check in after causing so much trouble.”

Usually, you’d knock his hand away or bite back at the sarcastic comment, but something tells you he’s not being genuine. Thinking about what to say, you let his warm hand tangle in your hair until he retracts it.

“…Are you sure?”

“That you cause trouble? Yeah.”

“Not that, you idiot.”

His smirk falls completely, the unamused look returning to his face, “If it bothers you so much, you could just leave and let me sleep” his disinterest is clear once he starts looking around for something else to do.

Of course, this wasn’t the first time Ais told you to leave, your first encounter aside, he’d joke about it often, however this didn’t seem like one of those times.

You stand there, upset with his lack of cooperation—honestly what were you expecting from Ais? For him to be vulnerable just because you asked? Even when you tackle the issue upfront, it’s bound to go nowhere.

Frustrated, you turn to leave, but as you begin walking a hand grasps your shoulder tightly.

“Didn’t you want me to—!?”

As you turn, your anger stops short.

Clearly, this isn’t Ais.

It’s the same face, but his eyes, his expression—

Are so unfamiliar.

It steps closer, eyes stabbing into your own. It’s so close you can feel the coldness of its body.

It mutters something in a language you can’t understand—guttural and rough. Then it grabs the top of your head; you shut your eyes, expecting the worst—

…Until it starts rubbing your head? It pulls your hair as its hand stiffly moves, nothing like the soft ruffling Ais was doing earlier. You open one eye—it’s staring eerily.

The stranger startles you, shoving its face into yours. Then it drags the hand on your shoulder to grip the side of your head instead, you feel the same awkward motion from its other hand.

…What is it doing? What does it even want?

As its grip loosens, you finally feel the urge to fight, to run, to get away from this thing.

You push it away with little resistance and turn on your heel straight to the Seaspring’s entrance—

You enter the wasteland, accompanied by the sound of your own feet splashing against the bog and the puddles.

There’s no way you can fight that thing, not if it’s Ais. Your best bet is to get back to the city and… Hide? Well, what else will you do if Ais pops up in the Wick again!?

Shortly, you hear someone—something else running after you.

It’s not Ais, whatever’s following you has at least four feet, like a dog—could it be—

You hit the ground, hard.

When you look over your shoulder, you see a somewhat familiar Soulless—a crown of tendrils at its head, you can make out a few eyes at its sides. It looks at you blankly, no recognition in its eyes.

“Prin…”

A pair of footsteps slowly approach. You turn your eyes to the source of the sound, dragging your gaze from the spiked boots, to the disheveled haori, then those piercing, painfully alien eyes. They look straight at your own, through them.

It reaches you, kneels, and keeps on staring—scrutinizing you, admiring you. It whispers something else in that thick language; you don’t know whether to feel glad or annoyed you can’t understand it.

Confused, angry, and scared, you finally mutter something, “What… Are you doing…?” the stranger tilts its head—it’d almost be cute if it was Ais. With the same dull expression, it reaches again for the top of your sweaty, muddied head, and rubs it.

It’s infuriating how gently it pets you this time, you almost feel compelled to close your eyes in hopes to escape that agonizing gaze.

It’s hand slowly disentangles from your hair and snakes to your neck, then your shoulder, and stops… At your bandaged arm.

Panicked, you turn to it—its eyes are boring into your hands rather than your face.

“Don’t!”

Yet it doesn’t move. You look back at your arm, and just as the stranger begins scratching at your bandages…

“Didn’t run fast enough.” a familiar voice. You feel the weight lift off you, whining; Princess tries to lick your face before Ais lifts you up. He seems a lot less merry than his pet—his expression grim, his gaze lost somewhere over your shoulder, “You should leave.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice; you nod briefly and pass him.

From a short distance you hear him, “Stay, girl.” and a little whine afterwards. You peek behind your shoulder.

He pets Princess adoringly.

#goes hard #10/10 #i love octodaddy #/j on that name #ais #ocudeus #touchstarved x reader

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ATTENTION TOUCHSTARVED FANDOM !

what's your name or url's color palette? share and tag some friends to see theirs!

here's mine! 🍵

i tag everyone! lemme see those colors

#thank you for the tag!!! #unfortunately it kept glitching for me so i can't do it #boo

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Expertise can't help you here.

#literally what happened

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#I heard people praising the character designs and storytelling #I also saw a LOT of praise for the series on Twitter #and decided to check it out #best decision of my life ngl

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Achik in high heel black boots

Know that this prompt got me really motivated to relearn my male anatomy just cause i want to draw Achik is cool poses….

#oh my god #im not normal #achik #doodle

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Can we get a Qiu doodle...

Long hair qiu supremacy ! ( i rarely draw them with their long hair but that haircut is a slay )

#YESSSSSS #qiu #our life now and forever

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So...now that they're finished with stats and lore you think they're gonna post va reveals....🙂 pretty please

#PLEASE #that “soon” they said is too damn long ago!! *shakes fist*/lh /read in old man voice

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Since it's lesbian visibility week I'm doing a repost of my game demo Apple bag

Apple bag is a saphic romance / thriller visual novels where you play a night cashier living in a small town in france, befriending your regular customers and maybe getting close to some of them.

As for now the demo features :

- 3 love interests (2 non-binary, 1 female)

- 9,700 words

-Custom pronouns

-Cute visuals

#lesbian #saph #wlw #lesbian visibility week #queer fiction #queer visual novel #dating sim #visual novel #amare fa #amare game

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I saw this in the messages today and I've never wanted to burn a computer more before

como firmo una orden de restricción en cdm new gen

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In the stat chart for Leander it says he likes to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. But if you look closely behind Leander and the Ouroboros and flowers theres blood smeared all over. It’s like he’s hiding it, using the flowers and the Ouroboros to distract. Like he used his pretty flower magic in the demo. So what is the necessary bloodshed he is hiding? Also, his chart looks like it has damp dirt around the paper and thats why it’s falling apart. Could be damp dirt from the Silent Crypts.

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#he's doin necromancy and blood sacrifices im so certain

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why the fuck did they type in rizz

#flabbergasted fr

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Leander avoids fights because he’s a good guy! 💪 A very good, nice guy. So good and nice.

#i love that he's even greater at the awful forbidden horrors of magic than at wooing you #talented king #indie game dev #touchstarved game #leander #Elvia and him are going to be such a good match #both their levels of manipulative cult leader are off the charts

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my little guys

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Today my third eye opened up and I remembered Code Lyoko??? and now I need a reboot

#code lyoko #I grew up watching this shit #French media stop being formative for me challenge level impossible

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This might be a reach, but what if Mhin comes from aristocratic backgrounds? They really remind me of Prince Adam from Beauty and the Beast. The Prince was temperamental and cruel in the beginning, acting rude towards his servants and pushing those away, most of it stemming from self-loathing. Kind of like Mhin. And it would also make sense why they’re highly educated, wears conservative clothes, and has these delicate features akin to someone from royal backgrounds.

#I agree with all this #but the royal = beautiful will never not be funny to me #you've never seen Carlos II if Spain huh #anyway royal Mhin...yes #delectable #Mhin #Touchstarved game

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mhin wrapped in a burrito (purrito)

is this what you wanted anon. mimimhin.

#oh my god