Is This A Problem?

yasuhiro nightow / @countthefighters / ocean vuong / jamie anderson / dylan krieger

You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?

Something just happened

Also, tell my partner thanks for the sketch (allthescom, everywhere but most active on Ig)

"You will not have them, you will not hurt them... I will keep them safe. Now back away slowly, and maybe I will let you live."

Soooo- Touchstarved, am I right?? I planned to post about it on the kickstarter anniversary but you must forgive my fashionable lateness <3. Got into it a bit ago and I've been doodling for it for a while. Prepare for a lot more where this came from very soon >:). Especially of my favourite character. Who? You shall soon see.

But for now, have a doodle and Vere and the lovely alchemist Noel, made by the equally lovely @todayis-snowy! I came up with a pose concept, and those two were just right there.

And I do have my own MC in the pipeline. Hopefully finished up in the next week. Along with a bunch of other art. Until then though!

ais' favourite game. fuck around and find out. wherein he gets his ass beat to death with his own arm.

Touchstarved MC who wanted desperately to learn some kind of healing spell to atone for their cursed hands.

They studied, worked hard, searching until they finally figured out a way to use healing spells without any hand-contact by focusing all the energy into their face.

Touchstarved MC who kneels down the their lover's bleeding side, smothering the edges of the lacerations with gentle kisses, pouring so much glowing love into the battered skin that it makes their lover choke a little bit. Their lips stained red, peering up at their speechless LI like a worshiper in mid prayer.

Touchstarved MC who nuzzles away bruises and scrapes, brushing over the pain with their soft eyelashes and purifying wounds with tears so damn-near holy, that won't stop flowing because MC is so scared that it's not enough. They need to fix and purify the small damages that ail the one they love.

Touchstarved MC who places a protective kiss on their lover's forehead every single morning, knowing the recipient can feel the warmth of the spell. They don't have to speak, they both know what it means. Maybe with Leander is started as a funny way to cure his hangovers, until he realized how long the little spell lasted throughout the day.

Touchstaved MC who replaces the pain of wounds with a deeper, throbbing ache that clings to hearts and takes root like an infection of loneliness and desperation.

Lagoona called someone a cunt canon and real

You called

Summary: Ais told you he'd always be there if you needed him.

No use of y/n, gender neutral, trigger warning of violence but nothing too extreme imo. Probably a misuse of how the Seaspring works with Ais and the hivemind.

Authors note: uh I'm not a writer, just usually a enjoyer of fanfic but I had this idea in my head like a little brain worm and I had to get it out. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated because I need validation :').

Your POV

Ais had once told you 'If you ever need me just shout. I mean it, I'll come find you wherever you are.'

At the time you had just laughed it off, rolled your eyes and told him you'd be sure to remember that for future reference, or something equally as dismissive. It wasn't until you found yourself in a dark alleyway with some guy twice your size, who apparently didn't appreciate your 'shitty attitude' as much as Ais that you even thought about the conversation. Furthermore, it wasn't until you had been thrown on the ground, and your left knee curb stomped that you thought to test it out.

"Ais!" You screamed as pain radiates up your body in sharp waves, "Ais I need your help!" Your voice escapes in a hoarse scream as you fight the urge to throw up from the feeling.

The asshole had the audacity to laugh at your desperate cries and gave you another kick to the ribs knocking the air out of your lungs. You saw stars as you fell to the side, your body trying desperately to find air that wasn't there.

Ais' POV

He had eyes everywhere thanks to the Seaspring, it connected him to everyone who had ever drank from it in a sort of hivemind. Something most wouldn't know was that there was near constant input from everyone else who drank from the Seaspring too, sights, sounds, smells, it was always there, a constant live feed. For the most part Ais had learned how to tune it out, making it background noise in his head so he wouldn't go insane. But something caught his attention, a familiar voice yelling out his name. It caused it him to stop immediately and focus in on the sound, identifying where it had come from.

A woman had heard the cry and from her eyes Ais could see his familiar companion laying on the ground crying in pain. He watched through her eyes as they yelled his name again and begged for his help, the woman watching turned and ran. Rage boiled up inside him alongside fear, he watched as she ran until he saw enough to know where they were. Without a second thought he severed the connection and took off.

Your POV

You were going to die, you were sure of it. At least one of your ribs had to be broken based off how hard it was to breathe and pain was burning through you, making it feel like your nerves were on fire. It was hard to tell where you weren't injured, a warm trickle of blood working its way past your lips. The man responsible for this situation sneered down at you, letting out a low chuckle.

"Still think your friend is coming to help you?" He asks, his voice thick with disdain and unbridled arrogance.

"Fuck you," you sneer back not willing to give him the satisfaction of breaking you.

"You little-" he didn't get to finish the sentence as one moment he was above you, the second there was just the dark sky.

Well...that's unexpected... you think to yourself. Maybe this was your body shutting down? Trying to protect yourself by imagining the night sky as you die instead of your would be killer. But that can't be right, everything still hurts and you're pretty sure death doesn't look like...wait Ais?

There's suddenly a new face above yours, this one is the familiar face of your favorite demon.

"Ais?" You croak your eyes widening with disbelief, he came. He actually came.

He scoops you up gingerly into his big arms, a cry escaping past your lips as a wave of pain so intense it causes black spots to swim in your vision before it slowly subsides.

"I'm so sorry," Ais says softly, "I should've been here sooner, I came as fast as I could. We're going to get you to Kuras and he'll have you good as new, Sparrow." He promises his voice soft as he gently maneuvers your body so your left knee is supported but not straining on his arm.

As he walks so carefully it's almost like he's floating, you can't help but bury your head into his chest, the familiar scent of smoke and blood oddly comforting.

"How?" It's all you can manage to ask as the adrenaline slowly loosens its grip on you like your body realizes you're now safe.

"You called," is his only response, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he looks down at you with a mixture of concern and helplessness.

Each blink feels longer than the last, at first you're staring at the swirling ink on Ais' chest, next time your eyes open you're in front of the clinic, the third Kuras is looking down at you with a reassuring expression. The next time you open your eyes you're in the Seaspring, still tucked against Ais' chest as he whispers reassuring words into your hair, eyes drifting shut once more as you fall asleep.

That is really interesting.

I saw many picture that Vere being a god, so he can basicalyy do whatever he wants and that now everything is more of a fun time, something to keep going while being trapped.

So when we dont give him enough of entertaiment or make him angry - he wont take it.

But Vere being an image of a farmer ? Thats new

So I was discussing with my friend about Touchstarved theories and shit. Most of which I makeup for funsies. But one of which that I don’t really have a basis for that I just think is a fun thought involves Vere and his route in the demo.

So yes, if you haven’t played the demo yet, spoilers ahead.

As I was saying, in Vere’s route at the end you make a choice in which determines whether he lets you live or he kills you. And I say “let’s you live” because let’s be real, if he had really wanted to kill you he still would have and been on his merry way to go see that lute player (lutist??). But if you choose that option to “distract” him he just moves on and lets you go. Which I thought was strange. Until I thought about it some more.

So someone may have already pointed this out but I’m gonna say it anyways. It’s hinted at that at some point Vere may have been revered as a god. And to a certain extent, I think may have really formed his moral stance on things.

So I say all of that to say, that I think when Vere sees you choose the option to just give up in his head he likely believes he has a right to mercy kill you. Like when a farmer comes upon an animal so sickly or injured that the choice becomes would it be more cruel to let it live and suffer or should I kill it and end the suffering? So when we make the choice to give up, Vere is just the farmer pulling the trigger.

Hope that made sense, love yall byeeee~ 💕

The scrungle >:]