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This !
I`m living by this. There is just something so nice about having good things, good endings.
Just hapiness
Idk there's something really sweet to me about fix-it writers. Like, me and you- maybe we couldnt make it this time, but in another universe, a million people saw the pain of our story and are writing us a happy ending, giving us the chance we never had
Again and Again and Again and Again
Or, the reincarnation au fic that I hinted at in my other post, in which a semi-loveless aroace author attempts to write romace by projecting the way they perceive romantic love onto this BAMF demiromantic (hc) bitch who is Bad At Feelings. Additionally, while I was coming up with ideas for this, my brain just went "what if, in this au, MC is the scorned lover from the flower post?" and I kinda just ran with it. Also, I realized late into writing this that there is some great choose-your-own-ending potential here so if you liked this, keep an eye out!
Content Warnings: Gore (not too detailed), implied torture, mentions of captivity, Vere-typical implications of cannibalism, very brief and vague implications of cult activity, mentioned enslavement, death (repetitive in the reader/MC's case), brief allusion to suicidal thoughts (somewhat?) (brief description of being hung on a noose, but only in a metaphorical sense), mentioned starvation (both literal and metaphorical)
Other: Brief Undertale reference, brief Passerine (by ao3 author "blujamas") references (IFYKYK), author does not fully understand how semicolons work, probably improper use of italics, a little moment with "Oh. Oh." vibes Word Count: 3k
This work may be edited in the future if I discover any previously missed typos or content warnings. This work will not be cross-posted anywhere and I will make a direct announcement if that ever changes. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated! <3
Vere couldn't quite remember who you were the first time you met. But he didn't really care all that much, anyway. After all, whether you were a wanderer or a noble or even one of his worshipers, it didn't change the fact that the two of you crossed paths.
He didn't think much of you, at first. Just another mortal; just another meal. But for some reason---boredom, most likely---he chose to spare you a while longer, and was surprised to find your company to be even the slightest bit pleasant.
He was more surprised to find himself disappointed at your untimely death. And although he did plan on killing you at the start, it was not his hands that were stained with your blood. However, his footprints certainly were as he stepped through the puddle of your blood and over your mutilated corpse on his way to pay a visit to whoever---or whatever---did kill you.
Ultimately, your death had little impact on him. Decades passed and he barely even remembered the mildly entertaining mortal.
That is, until he encountered someone who strongly resembled you.
At first, he assumed they were just a distant relative. But as he got a closer look, he noticed something off about their soul. Something oddly familiar.
Imagine his surprise once he realized that it was yours.
For whatever reason, this person, who may or may not have been related to you, held your soul instead of having one of their own.
He was intrigued enough to linger near this familiar stranger. Without eating them, might he add.
There were several key differences between you and this... oddity, of course. Different backgrounds, different hobbies, different pet peeves... And yet, if he didn't know any better, he'd say that you two were exactly the same.
Almost as if someone had taken your corpse and hidden you away to bring you back to life. But that wouldn't make any sense at all, and he didn't bother to toy with the theory for longer than a moment.
Unfortunately, Vere didn't get to solve whatever mystery he seemed to have waltzed into. After all, one thing the two of you had shared was your mortality. This one at least spared him some time by succumbing to something more natural.
Vere left what was rest of that one behind, going on with his life. He was a bit disappointed and somewhat confused, but it still didn't affect his routine very much.
That is, until a few more decades later, when he happened upon yet another stranger with a familiar soul.
And then the cycle would repeat, over and over. Faces so different yet so strikingly similar. Personalities shaped differently by various upbringings that all shared the same color scheme. Each one being just curious and diverse enough to catch Vere's attention.
Eventually, Vere simply stopped trying to differentiate between your seemingly unending number of bodies. As far as he was concerned, as long as each one held your soul, it was still you.
Despite all else, it was still you.
And, as much as he loathed to admit it, he actually found you to be quite likeable. More than that, even.
Vere had long observed the relationships of countless mortals; the trust, the closeness, and even the way that their very souls almost seemed to weave themselves together whenever they formed a close friendship or fell in love.
He never thought he'd experience something like that. He never even thought he'd ever care if he did or didn't. He had faithful worshipers, and there was no end of pretty faces and bodies willing to spend a night with him. Why even bother with anything more?
But, once again, he was curious. Curious about why an emotion meant to be so peaceful could lead to just as many petty wars as rage did. Curious about why it was something so important to many of the most famous pieces of art. Curious about why being betrayed or heartbroken would always leave a soul marred with a particularly delectable form of suffering.
So, he tried to make you fall in love with him. It was much more difficult than he initially expected it to be. He's had countless people lust after him, sure, and he was well versed in fueling their desire. But that was something that could be lost overnight. Love, on the other hand, was not. Even when it results in you getting hurt, it takes time for the heart to lose love for someone.
He truly had no idea how to make you actually fall in love with him. On his first attempt, he only managed to become a frequent fling. But, fortunately for him, he had multiple chances.
Love. Such a small, simple word for something so incredibly confusing.
After your last death, he took some time to observe the couples he came across; watching their mannerisms and dates and conversations, scouring for an idea of how these people made things go past simple flings.
He was horrified to eventually find that one of the most important factors was vulnerability. As far as he was concerned, showing your stomach by bearing your weaknesses for someone to see was just begging to be betrayed.
By time he happened across the newest version of you, he was strongly second-guessing his sudden desire for you to fall in love with him. But something within him was practically aching for it. Something he didn't have the words to describe. The only thing he knew for certain was that he wanted it---wanted you.
And he always got what he wanted.
So, he tried again. This time, when he reintroduced himself to you, he decided to leave a faint hint at something he considered vulnerable hidden within all the flirting, innuendos, and thinly-veiled insults. Not enough to be considered consequential, but enough to entice curiosity.
It certainly wasn't something he was used to, and even just that was enough to make him feel a bit agitated. But by your second encounter, he could tell that something was different; all the usual lust-based attraction was there, but there was also a hint of something... new. Something more.
Whatever it was, it wasn't nearly enough to sate his increasingly inconvenient desires. Instead, it just seemed to add fuel to the fire.
And despite his hesitance, he repeated his actions. It was different each time: sometimes he noted a color he liked, other times a smell he disliked. Eventually, it led to him finding a few things you had in common. Other times, it led to petty, meaningless arguments.
He eventually managed to get some genuine smiles or laughs out of you. In return, you would sometimes manage to get a genuine chuckle out of him, along with a brief thrashing of his tail.
It wasn't always smooth sailing: maybe he'd take his teasing too far, or you'd just catch him on a shitty day. But soon enough, one of you would swallow your pride and apologize, and the two of you would go on as usual.
He could feel his seemingly unquenchable desire grow at a rate which scared even him, but he could tell that there was something similar growing within you, as well.
You were the first one to show true vulnerability. It caught him completely off guard: both the confession, and the way it made him feel.
Usually, Vere was the reason people needed comfort. He didn't have even half a clue of how to be comforting, or even if comfort was something you wanted or needed.
He settled on giving you some harshly-phrased but well-intended advice. And fortunately for him, it seemed to have worked.
But the way that you apparently trusted him enough to bear your stomach to him, even briefly... At first, he thought he was simply satisfied with the way his plan was coming along, but that explanation only covered a small part of it.
Your brief instance of trust made him feel like he was a starving man who had just been given a small morsel of food. It sated his hunger for a moment, but it wasn't enough to fill him. Soon enough, he was starving again.
He wondered if it was you who was starving him, or if he had simply been born hungry.
He wondered if you were starving, too; if he was the one starving you.
If the answer to that was yes, then there was a small part of him which wanted nothing more than to give you a feast, but that part of him was outweighed by the part that felt disgusted at the idea of someone having any kind of power over him.
But he knew that one of the other things he found made people fall in love was mutuality. If you were giving him food, he would have to feed you in return.
He resolved that it you tried anything, he'd just kill you.
He didn't reveal too much, but there wasn't enough vitriol in the world to accurately describe just how he felt about it. But you didn't do anything about it. You offered what he assumes was comfort or advice, but that was it.
You didn't mock him. You didn't try to use it as leverage or gain some kind of upper hand. You didn't do or say a single thing to make him feel any sort of betrayal.
It was just another hardly satisfying morsel for him.
This was the instance which made him finally question his desire for you; the bottomless pit of hunger; the endless longing; the exhilarating thought of you being able to trust him, and the terrifying thought that he could trust you.
The answer hit him like a knife to the gullet.
All this time, he was trying to get you to fall in love with him, and he didn't even consider for even a moment that he could've fallen in love with you, too---much less that he could've fallen first.
Love. Such a small, simple word for something that could inflict so much terror.
His first instinct was to run; leave the two of you starving for the sake of his own sanity. But Vere had seen and tasted the suffering that came from heartbreak and betrayal, and it pained him to imagine that burden and pain weighing on your soul.
That and, well. It would make him appear incredibly weak and cowardly to just run away like some teenager caught with a hookup. And he couldn't risk leaving such a humiliating impression on you, now, could he?
Time went on. Mutual vulnerability; slowly being less dreadful each time. No more morsels, just meals. No longer starving, just hungry.
All the questions he had about love were slowly starting to make more and more sense.
But all good things must come to an end; you were mortal, after all.
Death had never affected Vere much. At most, he was inconvenienced. But this, like everything else about you, made him feel something new.
Sure, he already knew---or was at least relatively certain---that your death wasn't permanent, that he could find you again.
Mourning, unfortunately for him, wasn't an emotion that gave a fuck about logic.
Love. Such a small, simple word for something with the potential to cause so much pain.
He didn't even question his lack of questions about going after you again. And again. And again and again and again.
The cycle was somewhat painful for him: having to wait for twenty or thirty years to pass; finding you again; trying to get you to trust him again whilst assessing if he can trust this new version of you; trying to get you to fall in love with him again while he was already smitten for you; staying with you as you died; repeat.
He couldn't tell which part of it was the worst. But as far as he was concerned, it was worth the pain every time.
Sometimes, he'd question why you: what about you made him fall so hard?
There wasn't a solid answer to that question. Or if there was, he couldn't find it. A part of him didn't care to.
It was almost funny; he was so terrified of you using him and his feelings to gain some sort of power over him. And yet, here you are, with the power to maneuver him like a puppet, yet no want or knowledge of it.
Sometimes it scares him, but he usually doesn't mind much these days.
It's a shame, then, that nothing ever lasts forever.
He tried not to recall the details of what happened that day; how he managed to lose to a group of pesky, mortal mages; their robes as white and bloodstained as the snow they stood in, towering over his limp form as they forced a collar around his neck and a harness on his chest like a broken stray.
He was dragged away and locked in a tower's dungeon. He tried to bite and snap at their prodding hands, growing more and more desperate with each attempt. And yet, he didn't even manage a nick or a flesh wound, thanks to the enchantment he soon realized coursed through the collar and harness.
It filled him with a brand new form of rage. Of fear.
Though he loathed to admit it, he felt completely and entirely helpless and paralyzed during those first few weeks.
He wondered if you worried about him. Of course you would care if he were in danger, but he was sure he had you convinced---or should he say fooled---that he was untouchable; that him being in any true danger simply wasn't possible. So, he wondered if you worried about him; about why he hadn't been home for weeks.
Did you think he was in danger? Or did you think he abandoned you?
He tried not to think of you too much. He had an escape to plan, after all. He'd just have to figure out the best way to clarify things once he made it back.
At some point, the mages began ordering him around. Nothing he wanted to do, but was forced to do so by the collar. It wasn't much: just pacing back and forth in his cell. Degrading, sure, but something he could bear if it meant gaining a chance at freedom.
Once they were satisfied,his cell door was opened. His first instinct was to lunge out, but their apparent leader---a woman wearing a mask---ordered him into docility.
Pity. He'd have to wait a while longer, then.
The masked woman hooked a leash through the loop on his collar---as if being beaten, collared, and caged like some mangy mutt wasn't humiliating enough---and ordered him to follow.
The only thing keeping his pride from falling into ruin was how the mages escorting him were still on edge, despite all their precautions.
Initially, he just tried to focus on the twists and turns and doors he was led through, attempting to make a mental map of his prison.
That is, until he was being led down a cramped, dank corridor.
The hall itself wasn't special. The thing that caught his attention was the faint scent that haunted it. The faint scent that sent a new wave a dread through him.
Your scent.
Just why, exactly, did this hallway smell of you? And why was it getting stronger as they approached a door at the end of it?
He already suspected---no. He knew the answer before one of the mages even removed the key from their pocket. He just didn't want to admit it. He so badly wanted to be wrong.
There you were, shackled to the far wall of the cramped, dimly lit cell.
Your clothing was torn in a few places. Their were bruises pretty much wherever your skin was exposed. Dried blood caked your hands and fingernails. You were trembling, both from the cold and from fear. It hadn't looked like you had anything to eat. There were heavy bags under your eyes.
If Vere didn't want every bastard in that tower to die painful deaths already, he certainly wanted that now.
The masked woman barely spared you a glance. Instead, she unhooked the leash, stepped away from the door, and uttered two words:
"Kill them."
It all happened so slowly.
The collar forced him to move before he could fully process the order. You glanced up at him, barely even having a moment to recognize him before he was on you. His claws tore through your flesh. Bones snapped. Your screams pierced the air. Your blood stained his hands. No matter how much he wanted to stop, he couldn't.
"Enough."
At last, he was able to stop. At last, he was able to see the carnage he wrought.
Somehow, you were still alive, though there would be no chance of saving you. You lied there in a puddle of your own blood, twitching and writhing in pain. You choked on whatever blood was left in your body. Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked up at him.
He could clearly see the emotions clouding your eyes---your soul. The betrayal. The heartbreak. The pain.
If you were anyone else, he would've taken great pleasure at the sight: some poor, naive fool who fell for his charms and was betrayed by his hand; soon to be a meal, body and soul.
If you were anyone else, he'd revel at the feeling of being covered in blood after a satisfying hunt and would later be annoyed by the inconvenient process of having to clean it off.
But you weren't anyone else. No matter how many lives you've gone through, you were you. You were always you.
It brought up a new feeling for him: heavy feeling of... emptiness.
He didn't bother to pay attention to the chattering of the mages as he was leashed and escorted back to his cell. He could only think of you. Of your limp soon-to-be corpse. Of your eyes. Of your soul as its shape began to change shape right in front of his eyes. Of your blood, staining his footsteps and marking his unwilling path. Of you.
The emptiness soon turned to something else. Something too cold to call rage.
The name of this new feeling didn't matter to him. All that did matter was that he was going to make sure anyone else who dared breathe in this godsforsaken tower would feel twice the anguish you had felt in the final moments of your life.
Soon.
The word repeated in his head like a prayer.
It didn't matter how much time had passed: years.
Decades.
He still held onto it when the better part of a few centuries had passed.
The cold feeling almost made him feel as if he were going insane, some days. Whenever that happened, he would indulge in someone else in order to distract himself. He usually killed his flings by the next morning, with there being a few, very rare exceptions.
There was one other thing he felt during his years of enslavement, nestled alongside the hollow, cold feeling: hope.
There were many interpretations of the concept of hope found in many different stories and poems. Some viewed it as an ethereal thing. Some viewed at as a skill.
To Vere, it was a noose hanging over a pit. It would strangle him for as long as it remained around his neck, but it would drop him to his death the moment it was cut off.
Even if living as a particularly useful pet was a special kind of pain, he could not let it kill him. While his original captors were long gone by now, the ones who took their places were hellbent on carrying the legacy. And so, his oath of vengeance applied to them in the place of the originals.
The only problem was: how to get the collar off of his neck so he could act on that oath?
Ais, the one person in the city he was willing to consider tolerable (and vice-versa), could certainly take on a few pesky little mages. And despite what others probably assumed of him, he would probably be smart enough to figure out how to work with the enchantments on the collar. Unfortunately, Vere would most likely be forced to kill him before the two of them could get very far.
Kuras might have been powerful enough to manage it, but he hated Vere as much as he hated the Senobium, and wouldn't mind seeing Vere rot away under their command; seeing as it would mean that he was dead and the Senobium was without one of their greatest assets.
Mhin was desperate to get into the damned place, sure, but there's no way they would ever agree to helping him. Not yet, at least. Maybe if he waited a while longer and they grew a bit more desperate, then he may have a chance. Although, the reluctance was very much reciprocated; perhaps he'd have to wait for himself to grow a bit more desperate as well.
And don't even get him started on that damned, flea-ridden mutt.
He was mulling over his regrettably limited options while waiting for whichever cleric had the displeasure of dealing with him that day when he spotted an outsider, looking lost as they cautiously stumbled through his alleyway.
A stranger. A very familiar stranger.
Part Two >
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What’s with MC‘s Curse ??
I don’t think I have seen anyone talk and theorize about MC‘s Curse/Powers (whatever you‘d like to call it), and wanted to share my thoughts on it with the limited knowledge that we have.
If you have your own theories please share them, I‘d love to hear what everyone else thinks!
(Disclaimer: English isn’t my first language and I have a hard time translating my thoughts, so I hope you can understand what I‘m getting at anyways 😭)
All we really know from the Demo is that our Curse "changes" the people that we touch. The only time we really saw the effects of our abilities is when we meet the traveler and he grabs our wrist.
The game only says it affects people when we touch them, but we didn’t really put our hands on the Traveler at all. They were touching our wrist. Does that mean our curse does not only activate when our hands are touched, but also our wrist? What area of our hands/arms is affected by this?
From what part of our hand does the curse activate and where would it be safe to touch us?
What I also find interesting is that our touch isn’t a direct death sentence. It’s not a lethal touch. The way MC describes it, it only "changes" people. But change how? Their faces contort into a wide grin and they attempt to kill us. So it’s not like we have a Shigaraki type ability (look up My Hero Academia for context). I‘m really curious in what way the MCs powers alter people‘s minds.
I also believe the choice of language regarding MC and their curse is very much intentional. (As in "curse" instead of "powers" or "abilities" and "changing people" instead of a "cursing them back" or anything along the lines of "hurting them")
I also find interesting that the people affected by our curse attempt to strangle us, wich apparently seems to have happened before from what MC describes. They’re driven to madness sure, but I just wonder by what. Does our curse perhaps cause hallucinations?
I‘m also reminded of a scene in the hunger games mockingjay part 1, after rescuing Peeta. While being tortured by the capitol, he was injected with a venom from a hallucination inducing animal (Tracker jacker) to initially manipulate his thoughts on Katniss. Because of this, he starts to associate her with terrible things like the bombing of district 12 and sees her as an actual threat to himself and others. After he’s rescued and meets Katniss again for the first time, he immediately tries to strangle her. Perhaps our abilities work similar to the tracker jacker venom, causing the "victim" to see us as a threat and trigger their fight or flight response, causing them to to defend themselves.
When we meet Vere, who is a Monster, he pulls us closer and says "Looks like we’re both…" wich also confused me. Perhaps MC isn’t as human as we might assume. But if we were, Mhin would obviously dislike us right? Maybe we’re just a rare case, a supernatural being that somehow goes undetected by the main cast. Or maybe they know and just don’t let it be known. Maybe we’re not quite monster but also not quite human (a secret third thing). It seems like there’s something he knows that we don’t, or perhaps that we’re actively trying to conceal.
In the unnamed MC origin, it is stated that initially MC‘s curse used to be celebrated as a touch of enlightenment. I just wonder how they came to that conclusion, judging by what happens when someone gets touched by MC. Why did the priests believe that turning mad to the point of trying to strangle their precious oracle was any sort of divine epiphany? I‘m just so curious about this specific origin. Additionally to this, the game states that we experience "unnatural premonitions" that rattle your body and soul". While we‘re able to cast spells in the Alchemist origin and can detect magic, these premonitions seem to be something different entirely. Is it part of the curse? Is that just something that happens when you grow up around priests? I don’t know, seems like some hidden ability.
I also wonder if the effects of the curse are just the result of MC not being able to control it. Maybe it’s not really a curse, but rather some sort of power that can be controlled if you practice? They never learned how to keep their powers at bay, so naturally they turn everyone they touch insane. I mean, after getting attacked everytime you touch someone who would come to the conclusion that their powers aren’t actually harmful?
We also don’t know if the state of madness can be reverted somehow. All we know is that the people MC touch go insane and immediately attempt to murder them. But what would happen if they were taken away from MC? Would they attempt to kill everyone else as well or is it just us? Are they still capable of acting "normal" once the trigger (MC) is removed?
Lastly… those edgy ass bandages…
Also MC is so goddamn edgy for using bandages, like come on man, you can’t tell me that that’s more comfortable than just wearing gloves. But to cut them some slack, gloves are a bit impractical and not as easy to find, so who am I to judge. And as I said before, we don’t know the specific area our curse is activated on. Maybe normal gloves don’t cover ourselves enough. With bandages, you can kind of pick how much of your skin you want to cover. Of course long gloves exist, but I think they’re a bit harder to find than regular ones. So maybe the bandages aren’t actually such a bad idea.
I think there‘s a lot of potential and I‘m really looking forward to the release of the game to find out!
I can’t wait any longer guys I‘m going insane
Let me know what you think
Yeah, whats up with all the squirrels? Do the friends do squirrels ?
This is hilarious
i made a powerpoint of the character images to show my friends (who have not seen this game) and asked them to give the characters names, what they do and random headcannons they have of them and,,,, i legally gotta send the funniest slides cause man my friends are funnier than i am
So this is part two of the lines that stuck out to me for Leander so go look at the first one if you haven’t seen it yet 😗🤪https://www.tumblr.com/cacaobean760/735020263224360960/ok-so-this-is-my-first-ever-post-but-i-actually?source=share
So if we are picking up from right where I left off we are still outside talking to Leander and he is trying to get us to touch his hand and so he of course, has to pull this ICONIC line when we say that he does not know what he is asking us
ok bud, hold on, we literally just met you, why the heck would we trust you. It's pretty weird when you think about it especially after you see the next situation.
The next options we have are to touch him or hold back. If you do choose to touch him, nothing happens, everything goes fine. But if you choose to to hold back well.......this happens
Leander fully expects you to touch him and not hesitate, he fully expects you to trust him. Which is definitely weird because well, why would we, we just met him. So Leander must be really used to people trusting him even when they just met which means this is not his first rodeo with this. Also I have no idea what actually happens here, weather our curse actually effects him for a bit or he is just playing it off because I feel like he deff knows he done messed up when he grabs our hand but...
He plays off the whole thing no matter what actually happened to him after touching our hand! He makes it seem all fine and dandy even when it's not because it would be a shock for someone to just grab you like that even if you kinda suspect it happening. I mean I feel like any normal person would remember and take notes of what went down. This kinda goes back to when you consider how if you choose to refuse the flowers when he first offers them to you he just pretends like he did not hear you. But if something even scarier happened to you, for example, Leander getting effected by the curse, you would kinda forget about the fact that he forcefully grabs your hand. And then he touches you AGAIN??!!?! This is meant to be comforting and establish some more trust between the two of you because he seems like a safe space after this.
Then he says this??????
Bro might as well just say that he is the only person you can trust.
Also if we rewind a bit, So far Leander has been very kind, open, and friendly towards us but then he says this uhhhhhh.... very unusual line
This is actually talked about a lot I feel like when it comes to Leander because I feel like it sums up his character with just this line and the one other line about flowers not lasting long but leaving an impression.
When we finally go back inside he finishes off our chat by saying this
By doing this, he is saying that he is a safe space to go back to, he is someone you can trust. Which I feel has been the whole point of this whole conversation, to establish some trust and build up a relationships. And when you look at it from that point of view, one could say that Leander is actually using our vulnerable situation to make us feel like he is the only one we can turn to.
And I think I am finally to the last line, but it is about Leander and his escapades
Listen, I am not shaming, you do you boo, but like I feel that Leander does this for more then just some good ol' fun. First off, even if they are one night stands, there establishes more of a relationships then if they were strangers. I also feel that Leander KNOWS how much of a pretty boy he is and so he fully expects for people to want to.....meet up again lets say. And also this feeds into the illusion that he is a perfectly good, fun loving guy. No one like him could be bad right? It feeds into his act of being a party animal, someone that does not take life to seriously. But I think that is all part of his plan.
So ya, I could just be super overthinking everything but I actually kinda hope that Leander turns out to be the most morally gray or bad out of all of the LI's because I think that would be such a good twist.
Redspringstudio gave leander the sleepy green eyes and big man tits to distract from the horrific crimes he is probably committing.
His bloodhounds are wayyyy too obedient to him.
They riot for a magic trick and disperse immediately when he says so. Someone wants to fight MC the moment we mention the senobium but they shut up and leave the second Leander says so.
He is commanding them like Sims.
He is giving red flag central and baby, I cannot wait to quilt myself a cape from all the red flags this man is dropping and follow him into the woods.
I'm gonna have so much fun dissecting this psycho once the game is out.
obviously this smell is ais ("cloaked in the scent of smoke and blood") which many people have already noticed
but do you guys think. ais was there when mc was there. do you think ais already saw mc's hands. that's why he didn't actually care to see them later at the seaspring but brought them up anyway as a means to intimidate mc?? because he already knows??
obviously this smell is ais ("cloaked in the scent of smoke and blood") which many people have already noticed
but do you guys think. ais was there when mc was there. do you think ais already saw mc's hands. that's why he didn't actually care to see them later at the seaspring but brought them up anyway as a means to intimidate mc?? because he already knows??
This is so interesting ! What are his intensions?
obviously this smell is ais ("cloaked in the scent of smoke and blood") which many people have already noticed
but do you guys think. ais was there when mc was there. do you think ais already saw mc's hands. that's why he didn't actually care to see them later at the seaspring but brought them up anyway as a means to intimidate mc?? because he already knows??
The Ender Dragon, being an endless and eternal being is infinitely large and thus contains everything that could exist.
Because of this, She is simultaneously alive and dead. Any and all interpretation of Her is correct. As an organism, She maintains Herself by consuming possibilities of universes and their contents.
She exists as a singular in the End. The End itself is the Ender Dragon's mind, in idle processing not otherwise being used.
The Nether occurs in Her corpse, her flesh and blood turned to stone and magma.
The Overworld then is Her soul itself, exerting its will.
Just some thoughts about leander:tm:
He likes to be in control yeah? to pull the metaphorical strings, he can manipulate people and keep conversations to go in his favour, well what if when he is with MC, Leander catches himself slipping, his laughs become more geniune, less forced, his eyes become softer and shoulders slightly less stiff, he let's himself immerse in the conversation and to his horror he only notices this after mc leaves, the conversations and happenings around wet wick he keeps in check by the back of his mind completely gone from his attention, the control and awarness of his situation he had honed was forgotten all because of one person and leander is afraid of MC and the power they managed to hold over him
This might change a lot of things.
Wow!
I remember someone writing that Leander is like a devil on the shoulder. He might do good, but he also has an evil side.
And This ! ha
It's just feeds to the thought!
I'm so shocked, honestly. This kind of information is what I love about fandoms. Something just laying on the open spot, but mostly no one pays attention to.
But it has meaning !
This can be such a interesting situation. And what if it also highly (or not) depends on MCs desicions? Whether we spend a lot of time with Leander, or not? What if...
What if we have to fight Leander? To get free? To get him to liste to us? Or his heart?
Aggrhrr, so many things can be thought just because of this. I need time.
This is very interesting to think about. Even if it won't be true.
Thank you for this post <3
Guys big brain moment!
I was thinking about what Vere said about Leander's Bloodhounds being the same as the Senobium with just different uniforms. Which got me thinking about what that means for Mc.
Mc is as Vere says, like him not quite a monster not quite a human, Mc holds power even if they don't know/like it. Which is why the Senobium would kill them if given the chance, they rival Vere. Even in Vere's threat at the end of his demo route, he threatens MC with his ruthless rather then his power.
So imagine Leander stumbling upon this "weapon" that could give him both the same power as the Senobium as well as a chance at taking the Senobium down. Something he and his gang definitely want if the demo is anything to go by. But If he falls in love with Mc instead of just manipulating them I can see this definitely put him in a tricky position. He would need to decide how far to go, to chain Mc up for power (something he could do as a mage, or some other magical suppressive) or betray his gang and himself in the name of humanity/love.
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I also noticed Leander, despite what he says later about Mc repaying him by telling him about their curse, was always going to do something free for Mc even before he knew what the problem was. And sure you could chalk it up to the kindness of his heart or him having a special interest in Mc (and I'm sure that's what it was at first.) But giving Mc a room for free is for an undetermined amount of time is different than a simple merc job. Also It was only after he learned of Mc's curse did he offer the room despite him knowing they were a newcomers before this interaction.
So my money is on that after he learned of Mc's curse did he decide to keep them close. For what gain? I think y'all can put two and two together. He always had something to gain from MC, his kindness always calculated, Mc's value just changed.
ais' favourite game. fuck around and find out. wherein he gets his ass beat to death with his own arm.
Apparently my stepdad and I are fucking psychically linked because ?? every single time he makes chili for dinner I get a migraine. Without fail. And it became like a ha ha running joke because it happened so many times but now I’m living 3 hours away from my parents and I just texted my mom and
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME
wanted to do some studies of their faces so I could get used to their features! it was really fun breaking their designs down :)
maybe when the game releases I’ll be able to do proper guides for their faces at all angles lol
i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.
Happy birthday, Mhin!! 🩵 I saw they apparently feed stray cats, so I hope that means they're friends with all the cats
If I see anyone misgendering Mhin on their birthday of all days I'll eat you
im so normal ab them ^-^!!
ill try drawing them in this form again once i leave my art block cell 💔💔
This seems like a rel scenario. Well written !
Mhin and Kuras are the sweetest, as always. While the other three just fuck around hahaha
Thank you !
Headcanons for a Touchstarved MC who is poly and seems open to all of them:
Ais
Ais is not the jealous type—he thrives in situations where he has to fight for someone’s attention. In fact, the idea that you’re open to all of them makes this so much more fun for him.
At first, he smirks. Of course, you’re interested in everyone. You’ve got good taste. Deep down, he’s amused but also watching closely. Are you seriously considering all of them, or are you just entertaining the idea?
He gets bolder—leans in more, throws out suggestive comments just to gauge your reaction. If you flirt back? Oh, it’s on. Casually sizing up the others, he makes just enough provocative remarks to stir the pot. Guess I’ll have to work harder to keep your attention, huh? He treats it like a game—one he plans on winning.
Leander
Leander loves connection, and he’s open-minded, but… let’s be honest—he’s used to being the person someone wants. The idea that he’s one of many? That’s new.
At first, he laughs, wide and genuine. All of us? Really? He finds it endearing. He brushes it off like it doesn’t bother him, but deep down? There’s a tiny spark of possessiveness. He wants to be special to you.
He doubles down on the charm. Extra flirty, extra affectionate—pulls you close and whispers, But I’m your favorite, right? Surprisingly accommodating, if you really want all of them, he’ll go along with it. He just needs to make sure he’s still your first choice. He teases Ais and the others just to stir up tension.
Vere
Vere lives to be desired. But shared? That’s an entirely different matter.
At first, he gives a slow, sharp smile. How greedy of you. He doesn’t mind the idea—but he does mind not being the one who has the most of your attention.
Immediately, he starts testing you. If you flirt with someone else, he’ll slide up beside you and whisper something dangerous enough to make your pulse jump. He loves watching the others react—if they get possessive, he eats it up. If they don’t care, he’ll make them care. He acts nonchalant, but there’s a sharpness in his gaze. If he ever feels like he’s just one of many without something special between you, he’ll pull back.
Mhin
Mhin already struggles with trust and attachment—this only makes it worse.
At first, they scoff and roll their eyes. Figures. Their mind jumps straight to the worst conclusions. Do you actually care about any of them? Or is this just a game to you?
Immediately, they pull away. If they were starting to open up to you, this would make them slam their walls back up. But if they believe you genuinely care about all of them, that you’re not just playing with their feelings, then it terrifies them how much they want to trust you. They’ll be the last to accept it—but once they do, they won’t fight for your attention. They’ll just… wait. If you want them, you’ll have to come to them.
Kuras
Kuras is the least affected by the revelation. If anything, he finds it intriguing.
At first, he gives a calm, thoughtful look. Is that so? No judgment, just observation. He has seen many kinds of relationships before. This does not surprise him. But why do you want this? That’s the question he’s interested in.
He doesn’t react outwardly, but there’s a softness in his gaze when he looks at you. He won’t compete for your affection, but he will make it known that if you truly want him, he is here. He is patient. Watching how the others handle it with mild amusement, he seems as if he’s observing something inevitable.
Would they all be okay with it? Maybe. Maybe not. But one thing is for sure: the tension would be unreal.
Oh this is nice
Between Ais and Leander
Leander and MC are walking from the Wet Wick when he casually asks, "So, you and Ais, huh?" He says it with a smile, like it’s nothing, just friendly interest.
MC might brush it off, might confirm it, might say nothing at all. It doesn’t matter. Leander hums, gaze flicking ahead like he’s barely thinking about it. Then, almost offhandedly—"You ever wonder why he’s always looking for a fight?"
If MC questions him, he just laughs, shaking his head. "No reason. Just something I’ve noticed. The guy doesn’t do anything unless he gets something out of it. And you? You’re something, alright."
The way he says it is warm, maybe even teasing, but there’s something else under it. A suggestion. A quiet reminder that Ais isn’t just harmless fun. That Leander, of course, is only looking out for them.
He doesn’t push it. Just lets the words hang there, giving MC something to think about. And if later, just once, they hesitate around Ais—Leander will notice. And he’ll smile.
