#Touchstarved Mc

[captain--miracle]

hands-on scientific approach 👁️

Something about Kuras × alchemist!mc (Lovelyn in my case). Don't give a scientist material they cannot comprehend

Other versions without the text are under the cut

>:3

[mothinkling]

Sinfully Grateful, An Overachiever.

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Pairing: Kuras x GN!Reader.

Word Count: 1.0k

Summary: Kuras seems intent on being an overachiever in your relationship, even if his lack of empathy can't help him understand why three orgasms might be too much for your little human body.

A/N: Howdy! This short drabble is inspired by this toe curling one by @sichore

Your bare stomach pressed against the rapidly warming white linen; hands splayed flat over the crumpling fabric laid on top of the cot you first met Kuras.

Tears started to build in your foggy eyes as your skin flushed impossibly hotter, the redness of your cheeks rivalling the sore flush of your hole.

"K-Kuras, I can't--"

Cold hands slither up the lengths of your forearms from behind, long dark fingers wrapping around your wrists as a soft hushing came from behind you.

You could almost see the smug grin on his face, his lips curled upwards in satisfaction at every whimper that left your lips; pride at the idea that he was successful.

Honestly you should've seen this coming after the third time you were coming.

Methodical was the only word use to describe his relentlessness when it came to wrecking you, oh, but is that not what lovers do to each other?

He may not understand the vast extent of human emotions, but he can understand when he's achieved what he's setting his mind to, especially when it comes to the human body.

Especially when it comes to your body.

"Shh, my love.'' he cooed, the dark tip of his cock rubbing almost reverently against the sensitive skin around your hole, "Is this not what you wanted?"

You'd be lying if you said it wasn't, you were the one to bring up intimacy in the first place.

It wasn't until his fingers brushed against your cheek did you realize tears had finally started to drip from your cloudy eyes; ones that rolled back when he started to nestle himself back inside.

No matter how many times you took him, you'd never fully adjusted to the sheer size of your lover- he was longer than he was girthier, but that didn't stop you from being molded to every bump and vein of his cock.

It was too much, too much but he didn't care.

"Relax and relish it, my darling." His smooth voice wrapped around your brain, almost as overstimulating as your last three orgasms.

It was delicious torture, being spread so slowly and lovingly after hours of relentless pushing and cooing.

You're being so good, he'd tell you, pushing through even when you're crying and whining.

It felt like hours passed before he finally came to a stop, pushed fully inside of you until the base of his hips pressed lovingly against your quivering flesh.

The touch was burning in more ways than one, the coolness of his skin only stoking heat when pressed against yours so sinfully.

"I-I can't take anymore..." you sobbed out pathetically, your cheek smooshed against the linen of the cot as tears slipped down your flushed cheeks.

"You can." He said almost clinically, as if he was focusing more on your physical capabilities than your overstimulated mind.

His hands ran along your bare back in an almost worshipping gesture that belied his words, he knew you were enjoying it; and if your body could carry on, why would he ever stop?

"You're doing so well, dear." He spoke in an almost mocking voice, his lips quirked up as his golden eyes stared impassively at your foggy, tear-stricken expression, "Such a good little thing, even if you're temperament is... low."

His chuckle was smooth and warm as it flowed throughout the dark office, papers and vials stood as still as time slowed; like you were the only things moving.

"S'not low!" You whine slightly as your quivering legs feebly attempt to kick slightly in distain, "I-It's been two hours--"

He crooned out a noise of false sympathy, his cock slowly sliding out your stretched hole with a lewd squelch as it dragged the liquid of his own pleasure along with him.

You almost whimpered in relief as you clenched around the empty space gratefully, assuming he was finally done.

Except he slammed right back inside of you.

A higher-pitched squeal was the only noise to leave your throat as he started to move against your exhausted flesh, kindling both the heat in your stomach but also the one of his flesh.

It was disgustingly wet, your used hole drooling from the combination of liquids until strings of cum slapped along with his rhythmic thrusts.

His long, firm body laid over your back to keep you still as the rush of pleasure and pain made you squirm, your toes curling as you had no choice but to simply take it.

"There we go." His voice was a low pant, puffs of swift breath leaving his mouth in-between each thick word, "I knew you could do it."

His voice drops back into a cajole, almost edging you on, "Is it too much for you?" Something in-between a breath and a laugh left his lips, "Am I not giving you everything you wanted and more, love?"

Something in his voice changed slightly, a gravel scratching at his throat.

"Perhaps lust isn't the only sin here." You could see a slight shift in the shadow falling above you, your eyes so foggy and dazed you weren't sure if it was real, "Greed is far from a virtue, my dear."

His hands burned against your skin as they ran up your shoulder blades, hot enough to burn an imprint into your very soul.

"So desperate, so precious." His voice fell into a whisper as his shadow shifted above you, rippling like the water of your tears, his form changing to appear as big physically as he felt mentally, "I could simply eat you whole."

Under different circumstances, you might've turned your head; to gaze upon what your lover had become.

But your mind was full of fog, ever nerve on fire as you felt him slide in and out of you, his cock pressing insistently on the deepest parts of you that've already molded itself to him.

Even if the divine sprouted in sin, you have no reason to be afraid.

[deersweets]

Replayed the Touchstarved demo with @clickwitch and gave us both brainworms in the process so we have some shiny new mcs

[lockedbehindtheambereye]

Zen, the pathfinding hound.

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Trivia:

Ais route

Hound background

This is a self insert so it's gonna share a lot of traits I do. It also shares the usual notable zen-sona traits. Sometimes I'll refer to him as "me" because well. he is me yk?

Autistic, ADHD, OCD-C

Germaphobe and emetophobe

AFAB/Transmasc, He/Him/It/Its

As stated, he's a bounty hunter. He's a skilled assassin that specializes in close combat/hand-to-hand combat. He loves his twin swords a... normal amount (he's obsessed with them and treats them like his children).

He's short, but very fast and agile. He used to be called weasel or pest as a kid because of how slippery and evasive he was.

Enjoys sparring with Mhin and Ais.

Good street smarts and perception skills.

Fox symbolism

Some people think it comes off as apathetic, but really it just has a unique way of expressing itself.

Unstoppable force, meet immovable object!

Not Quite Human But That's A Secret For Later!

It wears glasses sometimes, usually when reading. They usually get in the way normally, so it just sticks to having shitty vision on the daily. It ends up getting contacts from Kuras.

Did I mention his twin swords were magic? No? Yeah I won't elaborate.

Has his fair share of book smarts as well, but never really lets it shine 'cause he doesn't care all too much.

Loves cats and even used to have one! Now, it just loves animals in general and never passes up the chance to pet a domesticated animal... or wild one.

I Do Not Like Leander.

Enjoys banter to the point where it's pretty much his love language along with parallel play. He loves the playful back and forth, especially with Ais.

Smartass.

Heavily inspired by one of my f/os, Hoshina Soushiro, from Kaiju No. 8 (MWAH ILY SOUSH SORRY I STOLE YOUR SWORDS TEEHEE)

Voice claim is Dave Bayley of Glass Animals.

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Backstory:

It's cold. So cold.

I can breathe, though.

All I feel is eerie suspension in drowning silence.

The water is so clean, so blue. It's the cleanest water I've ever seen in this world.

I don't want to stop drowning.

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"Momma, what's wrong with my hands?"

She seems to hesitate, taking a deep breath. We had just got done trying to restrain and calm a kid down from the effects of my curse. A curse that drives people mad. In most cases, they try to attack me. Thankfully it wore off, but a lot of the townsfolk kept looking at me like I was a pest or a demon.

"You want the truth, kid? You're cursed," she kneels down taking my hands in hers, seemingly unaffected entirely by the curse, "and I'm pretty sure it's my fault you're cursed. I'm sorry, Zoey."

"But how?"

Her lips press into a thin line, contemplating her next words.

"S-...Something to do with your... late... father." She looks away, unable to look her daughter in the eye.

I look down at our connected hands, "Can I fix it?"

"No baby, I don't think you can. You'll have to keep your hands covered for the rest of your life. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, "Do you think my friends hate me now, momma?"

I could almost hear my mom's heart shattering at my tears. She doesn't respond and just hugs me close to her.

The next day, she was sewing up a new pair of full-length gloves for me to wear.

At least she knew what fabric and leather I liked.

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"Mom! I'm home!"

Another successful bounty completed. The reward was a lot higher than my usual gather, so I was excited to tell my mother that we'd be eating well for the next month.

All I was met with was silence, though.

"...Mom?"

Still no answer.

I go deeper into the home, checking through the rooms. She said she would be home this morning, so there's no reason she'd be gone. Unless there was an emergency? I've told her there's very few emergencies where she'd need to leave the house, especially with the threat of Fogfall and Soulless.

Fogfall appearances are getting higher, so I'm getting worried now.

"Mom, where are you??"

Nothing.

"Shit."

I start running through the house frantically, eventually pulling down the ladder to the attic. Looking in, I still can't hear or see anything. I scramble down and walk back outside, thinking she may be in the cellar.

I have to put a lot of force into opening the trapdoor, but going down there with a lit match and a candle that stays at the foot of the ladder, there was...

Something was down here. And it wasn't my mother.

My free hand immediately reached for a sword. I stayed completely still waiting to hear the movement of whatever was lurking in our basement.

"Zen?"

...My mother's voice?

No, that's not her.

That's not my mom.

I slowly set down the candle and position myself in proper stance with both hands ready to unsheathe my swords.

I wait.

Something blows the candle out and I tense up, ready to strike.

Footsteps come closer to me, and without thinking, I strike whatever is in front of me.

However, the candle miraculously relights just before I hit my target, and in a moment of clarity, I see my mother's face; a face full of terror as she realizes her son is attacking her.

Everything seems to go in slow motion. I'm moving too quickly to stop myself and before I know it, I'm dealing a fatal blow to my mother.

But... that's not my mom? Right?

The impostor falls to the ground clutching onto my belts in her last choking breaths.

"...Why?"

It sounds like her. Fuck it sounds like her. That's not her.

That's not her. That's not her.That'snotherthatsnotherthatsnot-

I hear slow clapping from behind me. The impostor's body slumps as it dies and I slowly turn to the presence behind me.

"Wh- what?"

It was me.

"Hey, I think you killed the wrong one."

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"...Th..."

"That wasn't an impostor, Zen. That was your real mother."

I can feel myself losing balance. I can feel my head spinning.

"H-Huh?"

The thing in front of me morphs into an exact replica of my mother. I feel my stomach sink and bile rise to my throat. I shakily step backwards, tripping over my... mother's... dead body. I catch myself before I fall, but only just barely.

"You killed your mom, congratulations! It doesn't feel too nice, does it? Losing your mother isn't a great feeling, I'd assume. I would know," the thing comes closer and morphs into a familiar face. Her original face.

"You're..."

"You killed someone important to me, remember?"

This is... this was months ago...! I collected that bounty so long ago why is she only just now-!

"You know... it took a lot in me not to hunt you down and kill you immediately. I think this will serve as a good lesson for you, bounty hunter."

I don't think. As she turns around to leave, I throw my left sword down and I pull off my gloves to grab her wrist. I know exactly what's going to happen when she comes in contact with my bare hands.

The switch is instantaneous. She's gone mad in split seconds. She lunges for me, trying to swipe at anything that'd hurt me. I slice her neck with my right sword and I know I struck gold when blood splatters all over me. I hit her arteries.

She's dead in seconds.

I kick her off of me as she dies and let silence fill the air.

I can feel the panic returning after my bout of dissociative instinctual actions and I shakily turn my body towards my mother.

I'm covered in both Andri's blood, and my mother's. I pick up my mother's body and hold her close, her last word sounding so betrayed and hurt plays over and over in my mind.

I killed my mother.

I killed my mother.

No one heard my screams.

A human's mind is such a feeble thing.

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I throw down the shovel, having finished burying my mother. Everything hurts. I'm still covered in her blood.

I'm sorry, mom. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, please forgive me.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry...

I want to go back in time. You shouldn't be dead right now. I shouldn't have taken that job all those months ago. I'm so sorry.

With the money I got from the bounty I just finished, I start walking through the town, devoid of any emotion. I can't stay here. I have to run. They'll all find out that my mom's blood is on my hands. My cursed hands. They'll burn me at the stake.

I have to run. I have to get out of here. I have to find a cure. I need answers. I need to know about shapeshifters. I need to- I need-

I need to drown again.

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more art, stat sheets/ship charts, and tags under the cut! (and some incorrect quotes/discord screenshots from my friends lmao)

@alien-til-i-stage @yunoftheclouds @chevalperd

@4listr @ivanttakethis (you two showed some interest so i thought itd be okay to tag you, you can just ignore if not :tism:)

also @redspringstudio . am i allowed to tag them???? rss if you see this and iiiim not allowed to do that. erm. ignore this. LMAO.

[moirascribbles]

I can't believe I never posted Sofiya's updated character sheet after I made her sprite months ago smh

Either way, here's the wife again with some updates to her info as well. I could write so much about this girl and her obsessive loyalty fr

[assmaster-8000]

The Fates 🧵

final commission work from @vaultureculture! im so glad i was able to commission you so much, and i hope to be able to do it again 😋 anyhowww... anyhow. one day ill put out a google doc compiling their lore. one day

[staryariarts]

Just two not so loney dancers🩰🎶

Touchstarved Visual Novel MC's

Art I made for @toeridiaorbust of her TS MC Cain! I love him and Cecelia doesn't mind the company. I drew them without their bandages as I think it's symbolic of their friendship!

[hallowmoon-art]

🧿Open their eyes🧿

Tiny update

[fleshacker]

I touch *cough-cough* Touchstarved and fell in love with the artstyle

[ariawins]

Wowza look at me creating *another* sona. I'll make a proper character sheet with the games artstyle later on :3 Her name is Élaine and she really likes Kuras, he makes her feel safe... She's a mycologist and likes to gift her favorite people the cute looking mushrooms she finds

[evansuvamp]

Couldn't stop thinking of his black sclera eyes.

[chickennnnuggets]

From "Anastasia"

[aru-art]

fake idgafer i saw you yearning

[sunny-arts-blog]

gayest thing you can do is kill your lover

A gift for @sounomnom 🤭!

[lenaffin]

Devil on her shoulder

[angeloferidia]

Hey girl, I deliver more ts textposts upon thee