#about this hound

[toeridiaorbust]

Pseudo: crack treated seriously — a certified silly goose, you wish everyone could chill out and find some fucking whimsy!

Cain: hurt/no comfort — you are satan's favorite, most specialist soldier, and I live in fear of you

Lyra: only one bed — the main character, the mood the vibe the moment, you might be a little basic, but cliches are cliches for a reason!

A/N: This is very oddly very accurate, ROFL

which ao3 tag are you?

[toeridiaorbust]

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The Unnamed: Pseudo

The Hound: Cain

The Alchemist: Lyra

q: have we met before? You’ve probably seen me around as @sounddrive and/or @magicianapprenticelyra.

q: what type of blog is this? This blog is going to have original posts, reblogs of official posts by Red Spring Studio/fan works (art, fics, etc), and aesthetic posts that I believe that fit with my MCs.

q: are you open for RPs? I can’t promise anything, but I am open to talk out scenarios and whatnot with LI and MC focused blogs (be it on tumblr or discord)

[more will be added as needed; this post works as both my FAQ and tumblr tag archive]

[keferon]

“Mistakes on mistakes until” ch 69 spoilers below!

Ahahahahahahah here I go again

Mistakes on mistakes until until I can draw Jazz with my eyes closed

I woke up, checked my phone, woke up for real and decided that whatever plans I had for this day yeah no they can wait a little bit kfkgnfk

Also. Consider listening this while reading. Or don't who am I to tell you what to do~

[carlsdraws]

a girl and her dogs

[toeridiaorbust]

I was tagged by @toxintouch and @the-gentle-jade-river!

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Pseudo [The Unnamed], They/They're

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Cain [The Hound], He/Him

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Lyra [The Alchemist], She/Her/They/Them

TOUCHSTARVED FANDOM PICREW GAME !

create your persona or mc then share & tag some friends! use any of these you want 1 - 2 - 3 🤍

have fun ! <3

[cryptidclaw]

dude, i beg of you. Give us some Bigkit art, i need to see this doggo as a puppy. /j

Here have a sketch page of varyingly aged Bignoses <3

I’ve been trying to figure out how to draw him well since I wanna do a side comic for him perchance

Bonus version with some ages labeled !

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[eggdrawsthings]

OC doodles His name is Branim'ir Warin, a wandering Arkanian Offshoot Mandalorian. He's like a father/guardian to Izar after saving the kid from Order 66.

[toeridiaorbust]

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Lyra (The Alchemist): INFP-T Kindred Spirits: Kuras (INFJ), Pseudo (ENFP), Cain (ENFJ) Intriguing Differences: Elyon (INTJ) Potential Complements: Vere (ESFP), Sen (ISTP) Challenging Opposites: Mhin (ISTJ)

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Pseudo (The Unnamed): ENFP-A Kindred Spirits: Lyra (INFP), Cain (ENFJ) Intriguing Differences: Vere (ESFP), Kuras (INFJ) Potential Complements: Elyon (INTJ) Challenging Opposites: Mhin (ISTJ), Sen (ISTP)

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Cain (The Hound): ENFJ-A Kindred Spirits: Kuras (INFJ), Pseudo (ENFP) Intriguing Differences: Lyra (INFP), Elyon (INTJ) Potential Complements: Vere (ESFP), Challenging Opposites: Mhin (ISTJ), Sen (ISTP)

[Observations Under the Cut!]

I am going to do an individual breakdown for each MC in their own post, but in this one, I want to sum up what all three of them have in common!

THEY WOULD ALL BE FRIENDS WITH EACH OTHER!!! 🤩🤩🤩

They all relate/contrast/clash somehow with Kuras, Vere, Elyon and Sen

None of them seem have much in terms of intense opinions on Leander or Ais, shockingly? I am going to break it down even further in another post sometime in the future; this fascinates me to no end.

MHIN, WHY ARE YOU BUTTING HEADS WITH EVERYONE!?

That's it for now, thank you for reading!

Touchstarved Personality Traits

Ok so I was wondering what my MBTI compatibility will be with the Touchstarved Cast, and I found a list of their mbti on pdb

Ais - ISTP

Vere - ESFP

Mhin - ISTJ

Leander - ENFJ

Kuras - INFJ

Sen - ISTP

Elyon - INTJ

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I am an ENTP-T so these are my compatibilities with each of them. I used this link to find my compatibility with them! Just scroll all the way down the page, click on your mbti, and then click on the relationships tab. If you want to find out your MBTI, here’s the 16 personality quiz.

Friends: none of them D:

Lovers: Leander, Elyon

Acquaintances: Ais, Vere, Sen, Kuras

May not get along with: Mhin

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Feel free to add your results !

[scurviesdisneyblog]

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚝Ｉᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏɴᴢᴇ [ᴅᴀʀᴋ] ᴀɢᴇ (1970 - 1988)

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

Sherlock Holmes returning after the hiatus and being faced with the excruciating reality that his friends did grieve for him.

With Watson looking 10 years older and Mrs Hudson sitting him down and telling him very sternly that she will not have any of this selfish nonsense ever again, and Lestrade being amazed at his return but also clearly hurt and alienated.

And Holmes having to come to terms with that. To realise that what he thought of as a heroic self-sacrifice actually was a cruel and desperate act. And then realising that he did everyone an injustice for not acknowledging the true depth of their affection - simply because he never learned to like himself very much. Having to find a way to apologise and repent, and, when they allow him a second chance, allowing himself a second chance too.

[miraculan-draws]

I AM NOT DONE YET BECAUSE I LOVE ELF SHIT!!

More Astarion speaking elvish. More complicated emotion in regards to religion—for a high elf named after the stars, one who tried all the gods and was ignored. More about being abandoned by Correllon, the Protector of Elves, the Father, who guides wayward souls by starlight. More about his FAMILY because he's not even that old!! They're like most definitely alive!! Where are they from? Did he leave home on good terms? More Astarion as our translator, more Astarion gossiping with Elf Tav and feeling so much more at ease and less prone to performing, but if you EVER BRING IT UP he'll shut down. He's all pointy ears. I would like to discuss the pointy ears and their implications.

[toeridiaorbust]

Unusual Muse Associations

Pseudo, Cain, and then Lyra, respectively. Encountered this on a friend's tumblr and wanted to try it out.

SEASONING: fennel | coriander | cinnamon

WEATHER: sunny | autumn windstorms | drizzling/misting

COLOR: Yellow Straw | Red/Brown Leather | Black and White/Gray

SKY: clear, starry night with a full moon | thunder/lightning storm, with the moon and stars peeking through gaps in the clouds | moonless night/crescent moon

MAGICAL POWER: Intuition | Invisibility | Camouflage/Shapeshifting

PLANT: Flowering vines | Venus flytrap | Lotus

WEAPON: Speed [runs away fast]/Wits | Dagger(s) | Broken Glass

SUBJECT: Theology | (Queer) History | Literature/Humanities

SOCIAL MEDIA: tumblr | reddit | faceb00k/insta [for the books]

MAKEUP PRODUCT: red eyeshadow | lipstick | ?

CANDY: taffy | salted caramel | dark chocolate

FEAR: blood | agoraphobia | the dark

ICE CUBE SHAPE: hearts | triangles | flowers

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: hitchhiking | road trip | plane/train/riding in the passenger seat of a car

ART STYLE: trash polka | impressionism | pointillism

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: banshee | nymph | fairy

PIECE OF STATIONERY: highlighter/scented marker | fountain pen | notebook

CELESTIAL BODY: Earth/Uranus/Neptune | Venus/Mars/Pluto | Jupiter/Saturn/Pluto

[swagglessmoth]

Thinking about my wife.. (rocks fall; scene end)

[twice-in-a-blue-moon]

Solomon x GN! reader

Warning: suggestive

Minors DNI!

It's too early in the morning as you mindlessly shuffle your way to the kitchen with the smell of coffee in the air coaxing you along. Being one of two occupants in the dormitory leads you to the conclusion that Solomon's already awake.

Your foot hardly makes it past the threshold, immediately stopping as your eyes land on him -- back turned towards you, leaning over the counter rubbing his eyes with a yawn while he waits for the coffee to brew. The only thing adorning this body is a pair of boxer briefs, so that means you're getting quite the eyeful of his glorious pact marks.

What a wonderful morning already.

As quietly as you can, you sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around him. His muscles tense at the sudden touch, though he quickly relaxes when he realizes it's you.

"Good morning," he says in a deep, raspy morning voice that drives you to near insanity. You can almost hear the smile in his words, knowing it's already made his morning just by being in your arms.

You place a little kiss on his shoulder. "Good morning to you, Sol."

That's when your hands begin to wander along his torso, feeling the smooth skin beneath your own, following all the little dips and curves. You go so far as to push your hands beneath the waistline of his boxers so your palms lay flat against his hip bones. You notice Solomon's breathing growing heavier from your exploring.

He chuckles lowly, "what are you doing?"

"Mm," you hum as you continue to pepper kisses along his shoulders and up the nape of his neck, while your hands rub up and down the sides of his pelvis, "just appreciating the morning's gifts."

This makes him groan softly and his arousal to grow steadily.

"You know what you're doing. And it makes me want to do more than just appreciate you." Solomon turns to grab a hold of your hips, spinning you around until you're pushed against the counter he'd been previously leaning on.

You're stuck between two forces who do not intend to budge, a rock and a hard man...place, if you will.

His face draws in closer to yours, his breath fanning across your skin and the warmth of his lips brushing against your own. There's a fire burning in his eyes that almost feels misplaced, as if the deep blue within them could drown out anything that wasn't soft admiration for you. But it's a look you've seen before, one you'd gladly see over and over.

A sly grin tugs on your lips as you decide to push him one last time, knowing what's to come if you do.

Your hands slide up along his broad shoulders before letting your fingers travel down to the pact mark that's occupying the area of his collarbone. Then, out of nowhere, your tongue makes contact with his salty skin, tracing along the lines of the pact mark in a fluid motion. Solomon's knees nearly buckle as he shudders from your intimate touch.

"Fuck it. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you." he growls, pinning you harder against the counter, and grabbing your face between needy hands to smash his hungry lips against yours.

Indeed. What an even better morning it's become.

[arcanagoat]

lost little hound