#and im severely touchstarved

[another-fanfic-haven]

i need him to give me a hug so tight and strong it will break my neck and back

[lenaffin]

Happy belated touchstarved kickstarter anniversary

[yuechicake]

your name is a prayer in my heart.

summary: mhin brings li some plums, and li learns how to write her name.

notes: 1.3k words, themes of chinese diaspora and different reactions to the idea of losing culture (i'm the #1 chinese mhin truther)

There’s a river of plums cascading down Li’s lap, more plums than she’s ever seen in her life. They shine like red rubies, glistening and lush. She can imagine their fragrant taste through their appearance alone.

She picks one up, cradling it in her cupped palm, before sinking her teeth into the succulent flesh, tenderly giving away under her sharp teeth, juice trickling down her palms.

It’s sweeter than a memory, and each bite sings down her throat.

“They were being sold for a limited time,” Mhin explains stiffly. “A group of traders got lucky and brought some back. I got the last of them.”

Li nods, but her attention is drawn to the fruit in her lap. Plums, so many plums. She’ll finish them all before they rot, while they’re still ripe. Not a single one will go to waste. It would be an extraordinary sin in a dying world.

“You have something on your face,” Mhin says, tapping their cheek.

“Okay,” Li says, taking another bite.

Mhin frowns, then grabs her chin, tilting her head up as they carefully wipe at her cheek with the flat of their palm, flinging juice off their fingers.

“Be more careful,” they scold. “Are you a child?”

Li nods again, cradling all of the plums in her lap like children of her own. The last time she had a plum had been over a dozen years ago, when she was still living in the ruins of a long-destroyed city. It’s no more than ashes and memory now, but it taught her everything she needed to learn: how to fight, how to survive, and how the taste of a plundered plum taken from the wares of an unsuspecting merchant is sweeter than anything else in the world.

“I haven’t had one in forever,” she says happily, biting into the sweet flesh again. “It’s the first fruit I ever stole. How did you know?”

Mhin sighs. “Why am I not surprised? I didn’t know that. I just thought of you when I saw them.”

“Hm?”

“Your name,” Mhin says impatiently. “It means plum, doesn’t it?”

Li tilts her head. “Oh, yeah.”

Mhin purses their lips. “You should respect the name your parents give you.”

“They didn’t give me that name. I named myself that,” she says easily.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah!” Li says. “I mean, what does it matter? I’m surprised you even know that language, Mhin. It’s pretty rare to find someone who does. Better to know the common tongue, right?”

There’s a long moment in which Mhin doesn’t reply. They only stare at the plums in her lap, their gaze unfocused and foggy. “It’s culture,” Mhin says finally. “It’s art, and an important part of history and civilization. Languages reveal much about the people and the time it comes from.”

“I guess,” Li says. This is a scarce sentimental moment from Mhin, no bluster, no pretense. Though their tone is steady, the tension between their brows and the line of their shoulder reveal everything she needs to know.

“You’re not curious at all? About the past? About your own culture?”

“Anyone from that culture who I used to know is dead or gone,” she says tranquilly.

“I’m still here,” Mhin says, a quick, sharp sentence, shot like a bullet. They turn away from her, raising their hand to their mouth, withdrawing.

Li continues eating her plum as Mhin recollects themself, watching them with a distant, drowsy animal interest. They’re passionate, more so than she could have guessed they would have been about this topic. Dead languages, lost cultures, old civilizations: it has nothing to do with her. The past is the past, trivial and gone, and the future is a distant fog on the horizon, so it’s only the past that matters. That’s something that you can shape, that still holds relevance.

A forgotten language could never fill her stomach, or keep her warm on the streets. It’s why it was one of the first things she discarded, so long ago. Why would she keep it when she can’t even read in the common tongue, anyways? Her grasp on her old language is tenuous; she can speak and understand simple phrases, but nothing more.

Mhin, the eternal scholar and scientist, might care about it, but it holds no interest for her. What drives them and their persistence? It’s baffling, to chase the dead.

Li licks her fingers when the last plum is gone, juice soaked into her flesh, when Mhin abruptly beckons to her. There’s a stick in their hand, some scraggly, half-broken cast-off they picked up when she wasn’t watching.

“You’re hopeless,” they say. “Did you really finish all of the plums already?”

“If you wanted some, you could have told me. Want a taste?” She leans in, and they pull back, flushing red from the tip of their nose to their ears.

“Absolutely not! Get away from me.”

“What are you doing?”

Mhin crouches in the dirt of the alleyway, cape dragging along the ground, and Li hovers close to their side, bending her knees so she can rest her hands on her thighs.

In the hard packed dirt, tamped down by countless miscreant feet, Mhin struggles to pull the stick through the muck, making several quick strokes to form a single character.

“It’s your name,” they say shortly, holding the stick up for her. “Try writing it. I’ll guide you through. Strokes always start top to bottom, left to right.”

Li crouches and takes the piece of wood, the rough bark still warm from Mhin’s hand. At their guidance, she makes her own clumsy marks. The stick drags reluctantly through the ground, making uneven furrows. Her lines are nowhere as neat as Mhin’s, whose handwriting is swift and elegant, with no wasted movement. Her “plum” is lumpy by comparison, a defective one that would have been tossed away at harvest.

But Mhin hums to themself as they watch their characters lined up, side by side. “This is a good effort, considering it’s you. Even if you can’t write anything else, you should at least know your own name.”

“Hey,” Li says, shuffling closer to them until their shoulders bump. There’s a loose wisp of hair flying around Mhin’s face, and she carefully tucks it behind the delicate shell of their ear, knuckles brushing against it. She can feel them tense beneath her, but they don’t pull away. “How do you write your name?”

“My name?”

“Your name,” she repeats. “Show me.”

“It’s too complicated for you,” they retort. “You’re just going to mess it up. I thought you didn’t care about this language, anyways.”

“I don’t,” she says. “But if I don’t know anything else, I want to know your name.”

“You’re awful.”

“So you aren’t going to show me? Oh. Do you not know how to write it?” she asks innocently.

They yank the stick from her hands. “Don’t put me in the same category as someone like you. I know more than just a handful of basic characters.”

Their eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as they work, and Li can’t help herself from poking a finger in the raised flesh. “You’re thinking too hard. Hey, your name is pretty.”

“Stop distracting me. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?”

“Nope.” When they turn to her, mouth parted in some obvious chastisement, Li kisses them, lips swallowing all of their protests. When she runs her tongue along their bottom lip, exploring, they grip her forearms so hard she can feel their nails digging through her shirt.

Ah, this is it. She doesn’t understand their academic pursuits, their grandiose words and ideals, but their body? It’s so open and easy to read, a book she can lovingly thumb through to find pages by memory alone.

When she glances down, their name is written in the ground, nestled close to hers. “Mhin” and “Li.” In this world, it’s the only thing she needs.

[redstrewn]

sincerest apologies to the touchstarved community bc every time i try to draw leander seriously i end up ditching it to make a meme traceover instead

bonus smiley. randomly doodled it in the middle of this. one of the most perfect smiley i ever made. now u get to see it.

[starlit-eudemonia]

I think I’d be more terrified if Ocudeus was a colossal squid or giant squid. That inspires thanatophobia at its worst. They can be thirteen meters long 😭😭 (43ft) and their long ass hand tentacles freak me out. Also found that colossal squids have barbed suckers and giant squids’ have serrated edges. Um-nope.

[on-leatheredwings]

Main Dami thought, including specific sub thoughts!

Doing any type of skin, body or hair care with him turns into him doing them for you. 1) he wants you to rely on him and show you that he can take care of you, and one way he slowly starts that process is insisting on "pampering" you. 2) he thinks he knows best and the proper products you should be using. Alot of organic products that are handmade or prestige and luxury that you couldn't dream of affording, the hand made ones are from his mother I feel like, with your personal preferences in mind.

-i feel like he would see you shaving with a disposable razor or even just a plastic one and be appalled. He will shave you with a straight razor, which he's very good at. Steady hands and all that blade training coming in handy. He would also learn how to wax/sugar if that's what you prefer. If you insisted, and I mean full blown conniption fit several times, he will call someone to privately do it. It might be someone from the league.....it might not. Who's to say?

It doesn't matter what hair texture or style you have, he WILL be giving you a scalp massage and oiling it. He will also be putting in whatever hair products you use for you. He's desperately touchstarved so he loves the fact that the scents he associates with you linger on his hands, even if they're not his preferred scents.

-i feel like he would have a fairly clean scent to him. Nothing to musky or sweet. Some sort of herb and tea mixture. Like a matcha/green tea with a bit of honey, amber, chamomile and maybe even a bit of dark cocoa/chocolate to bring that initial almost bitterness back. Well balanced, green florals with a tad bit of sweetness that doesn't get cloying and a hint of earthiness. Uses a plain peppermint lip balm.

Also the process of explaining things like everything showers or girl dinner/math to him would be similar to explaining what a cell phone is to a Victorian child.

Much love from Damian anon (I really need to figure out a shorter sign off, even just Damian anon is still long as frick)

god this kinna hit the spot i needed the relaxation today EHEHEH... DAMIAN SPA DAY.... IM HAVING IDEAS

as a grower of body hair thank you for the clean shave dami 🙏🏾 (kinda a fantasy for a guy to shave me with no disgust . im sure that stems from some trauma of being a woman <3 we live in a society <3)

It doesn't matter what hair texture or style you have, he WILL be giving you a scalp massage and oiling it. He will also be putting in whatever hair products you use for you. He's desperately touchstarved so he loves the fact that the scents he associates with you linger on his hands, even if they're not his preferred scents.

every black damian fan screamed BEGGING YOU TO BRAID MY HAIR FOR ME DAMI....S AVE ME DAMIAN SAVE ME DAMIAN, DAMIAN SAVE ME

oh god i agree i think he'd have such a nice "clean" scent to him... refreshing... maybe like match or mint like you said... and some lightly-sweet aromatics idk . lord i dont know smells <3

this was eggcellent im putting it in my recs tag

now im going to search up what everything showers are bc i know girl dinner/math but not that . if i told damian about girl dinner he'd be appalled . he'd be like "That's a level of desolate nutrition I've only experienced during assassin training or a mission in the Alps."

[utsuboh]

hey there-- this is a CANON DIVERGENT roleplay blog for 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 from 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃. due to the nature of the character, and the darker content here i ask that MINORS DO NOT FOLLOW ME. also would prefer if non - rp blogs did not like or reblog my content. and any who do will be blocked immediately. crossover/duplicate friendly. and VERY happy to receive any and all ocs!!! est. march 2023.

( RULES FOUND BELOW )

verses: touchstarved , skeleton key , the dreamlands important tags: headcanon , prompts

affiliated with: rebirthee , bitterseadrop , rosehearrt , imarahuyo , chiheru

            Hi  there,  I  go  by  RHYS.  They  /  Them  pronouns.  I  am  an  artist,  and  i  struggle  with  anxiety  and  other  illnesses.  I  also  work  when  I  can.  So  i  tend  to  be  pretty  sporadic.  I  can  get  to  things  very  quickly,  or  very  slow.  Nothing  against  any  one  person.  I  just  write  when  I  feel  like  it.

I am 29 years old, and I sleep a lot!!

99% of my edits and psds here are done by @imarahuyo

Also good to keep in mind I am divergent, and play a lot into the horror aspects of the character. I can do meet cutes and slice of life situation but...there will always be unsettling undertones.  I also write jade from several points in his life. Anywhere ranging from 17( in game age ) - 20( last year at the college ), and beyond that even. If I'm exploring his life post NRC.

  I  am  mutuals  only  in  regards  to  threads,  and  require  plotting  to  write  anything  at  length.  however,  I  do  accept  asks  from  anyone  and  everyone  that  wishes  to  send  them  in.  This  is  for  my  own  comfort.  So  do  not  get  impatient  with  me  or  push  me.  I  will  block  you  the  moment  you  do.  I  have  a  life  outside  of  rp,  and  I  need  that  to  be  respected.

  PLEASE  I  ask  that  people  be  patient  with  me  in  character  and  ooc.  I  am  always  happy  to  talk,  and  plot  with  people,  but  I  can  be  pretty  slow  with  that  too.  Either  because  I  forget,  or  just  don't  have  the  energy  to  do  so.

asks and thread do not always stick. i love writing with people, i love getting asks, and i love threads. but sometimes im genuinely not sure how to reply to it right away. it isn't a lack of interest, i promise. if i'm following you, then i do want to interact and write. again, just be patient, rp is an outlet for me, and a hobby. i don't force myself to write if it just wont come to me.

on shipping and dynamics. so... i practice ship exclusivity, when it comes to certain dynamics. i do not enjoy recycling, or reusing ideas with other people. and in order to ship with my muse romantically-- i do ask this be mutual. if you do not enjoy that, then it's fine. no hard feelings, i can respect that. when i am comfortable enough to plot these things out, i really try to put out 100% effort. and it doesn't feel very good to see our ideas and dynamic done the same with someone else. again, i do not expect everyone to operate like i do. if you don't want exclusivity in this way, then say so. we can do something different, and work that out. ( to be clear this only really applies to romantic or unique dynamics. not platonic or familial. )

  Themes  here  will  absolutely  include:   murder,  blood,  torture,  body  horror,  deep  sea  horror,  drowning,  manipulation,  ocean  related  imagery  and  aesthetics,  teeth,  gore,  and  more.  each  will  be  tagged  accordingly.  if  i  ever  need  to  tag  something  in  particular,  like  a  ship  or  a  character,  please  feel  free  to  ask  me.

other blogs: MULTI , JINX

[sagesolsticewrites]

im severely touchstarved so im writing a fic about it stay tuned fhjshdjsj

[it-is-i-mommy-milkers-1000]

tagged by @zmeess one of the greatest artist alive in this time and age, who tagged everyone on tumblr 💜

last song listened to: my recents are Fleetwood Mac - the Chain (listening to it rn bc tumblr reminded me it exists), but for the most part i keep to same songs: Nightwish - Storytime (the mv about Alice in Wonderland specifically is playing on repeat), lots of In This Moment, Linkin Park, BTS, Maneskin (but atm Valentine), Disturbed, Stan Walker - I AM, Miley Cyrus - Gimme What I Want, Forth Minor -Remember the Name, Fire Song - Sophia Brous, GODS - League of Legends, Go-A - Dumala, Ren - Hi Ren, The Devil You Know - Blues Saraceno, and this playlist

currently reading: just read Fourth Wing and Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros AND I AM WRECKED. when is the next book coming outttt?!?!? 😭😭😭 IT WAS AMAZING!! it usually takes me a few days to simmer in what i've read and process it, but i immediately wanted to read something else, so now im currently reading Bride by Ali Hazelwood AND ITS SO SO GOOD kyaaaaaa~~ <3

currently watching: always watching Critical Role (right now im on episode 41 of season 3, iiiii really need to catch up quick before the finale 😬), just watched house of ninjas on netflix - it was really good, skip and loafer anime was SO cute <3 Right now im watching Dungeon Meshi, and im probs gonna watch Tokyo Revengers and Legend of Hei (heard its really really good)

currently obsessed with (in no particular order):

BG3, Touchstarved, Infamous, 180 files: the Aegis Project, Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines, Dragon Age, Skyrim

honorable mentions circling my mind: Scarlet Hollow, Fallen London/Sunless Sea, Secret World Legends, Dishonored 1&2, Samurai of Hyuga, The Fernweh Saga

books: The Empyrean series and the book i'm reading "Bride" by Ali Hazelwood, The Foxhole Court (always and forever), The Bone Season series by Samantha Shannon, Heaven Official's Blessing, Folk of Air series by Holly Black

several artists: @mlarty_art (i cannot stop obsessing over their art, truly amazing artists, just..damn) @sweetlychii, @velnna, @zmeess, @Frankensteinsm2, @babeyxiao-art, @kukumomoartstuff, @duskidraws, @mooreaux, @goldentar.art, @umikochannart, @blue_octopus12, @crazytom666

characters: Astarion, Karlach, Haslin (BG3), Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Wriothesley, Kaveh x Alhaitham, Xiao, Zhongli x Childe, Kaeya, Gorou x Itto, Scaramouche x Traveler (Genshin Impact), Seven, Orion, Griffin (Infamous), Angel (180 files), Tairn and Andarna (the Empyrean), Vanitas (Vanitas no Karte), Kim In Rang and Choi Cheon Sang (Bring it On, Ghost) and their mini truck that they keep fixing with ducktape, Legolas Aragon Gimli Sam

Geto x Gojo 🖤🤍

my OC's [[I LOVE THEM SO MUCH *cries and dies*]]

Nightwish - Storytime (i cannot express how many times ive listened to this already, im genuinely obsessed)

chocolate, chicken wings, rice, ramen, mashed potatoes, spinach

Critical Role

Arcane, Blue Eye Samurai, The Uncanny Encounter, Haunting of Hill House, Lord of the Rings, Alchemy of Souls

aaaand thats it tagging: whoever finds this ✨

[cisthehuman]

Cis Ramble # 1: Staring Something and Being Creative

I am Cis, yahoo yahoo

welcome to my area, welcome to my place of being on this corner of the internet.

i decided to make this place my little home where I post art, post some developments for my creative projects, and post loose (very loose) and generic points of my life. I don't want to be too detailed as I don't care to share the big details, those are for me lol

i'll do my best to have some sort of good grammar, but no promises LOL i naturally type like this.

The point of these rambles is to consolidate some of my Feelings and Emotions and put them somewhere. These might happen daily or they may be few and in between. Either way, these will be a stream of consciousness to empty out my brain.

Starting something is pretty weird. I like the idea of starting something, but the follow through is a bit tough. I used to fall through all of my plans until I finally started using a planner and that really helped. Color coding tasks, crossing them off my list, choosing a new color for my to-do lists...made me feel so accomplished and blissful.

Luckily that works great for my professional life, my creative life. not so much. well maybe i should give myself some credit. I was able to finally make this post because i wrote it down in my planner and I am eager to feel the dopamine of crossing it off my list LOL

So we'll see how this goes, my little rambles.

Creatively, i have been in both a dry spell and deep in the creative zone. My mind has been buzzing with several ideas and concepts, so much so that my output is kaput. The break came rather suddenly--i finally got in the groove of my job and as it is creative and technical in nature, my brain got tired really quickly.

What was great is that i got to flex my creative side on my part time job, the bad thing was I couldn't flex it for my own projects.

in the down time of wracking my brain to make something, i started playing games. luckily totk came out, but then i got hooked onto buying games on steam.

I'm not gonna say how much I spent thanks to the summer sale....but im pretty sure its up in the $200s, which is more than what i usually spend on my splurge days.

im quite a fan of narrative games, whether they are emotional or solving a mystery, following narrative and being warped into that world is so fulfilling for me.

I've played maybe 10 games so far, and with each new game the experience has been so nice. I feel like each world i enter is like getting hugged by the creators. Sometimes you have those great hugs from people or in emotional moments and you can feel what they want to say. That's what some of the games have been like for me.

LOL maybe this shows im touchstarved. who knows. but the games have been a delight.

i might make some posts about them, i might not.

today though, i finally feel compelled to work on some of my world building for my projects. mostly through music though. it is a step in the right direction.

I kinda want to play another game now lol so i'll end things here.

if you read all this, thanks for reading. i'll see you on the next one.

[letluigisaythefword]

hello hello hello! how r u?

Hi helo!! im doing p good! college is both kicking my ass and being fun so thats fun! how r u doing?

[many-gay-magpies]

PLS on every level except physical i am holding ur hand as we speak... ill be the won to ur jay any day lemme hug u bestie

[jxmbi]

⠀

[genericgalaxyspy]

sigh small rant about me being love-starved(is this even a real word?)

know that thing where you think a relationship will save your crumbling life because “the power of love” and yadayada? yeah that shit kinda untrue tbh, fuckers always said that if you arent happy as you are right now you wont be happy in a relationship and after a while you realize that shit kinda true

and it kinda sucks bc well, this means you actualy have to get your shit together or else shit will get you, like, “wdym i cant just sit around doing nothing everyday of the week and somehow find true love while doing so?” yeah little one, love isnt a tower in clash of clans, you cant just tell your brain to do that and wait it to happen, and spending a ton of money also wont be likely to help, you gotta use that elbow grease and do that shit on your own... but then you sorta realize that without having someone to love life is kinda shitty? theres no one to think about when you look at the sunrise, there is no one to imagine while smelling the flowers, there is no one to call when you listen to good music, and while you can enjoy these things on their own love is kinda like a stat multiplier yknow? a sunrise is already gorgeous, but kissing someone you love under a sunrise? that shit makes even the darkest of days a bit worth going thru

sigh but hey, im just a touch-starved bi blob in a country where acting a bit gay is already something worth bullying and talking with girls is sorta seen as a taboo

[honey-sunny-bee]

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[dexships]

a squip from like. day one is very quiet and touchy whenever hes physical beause he senses youre touchstarved and severely anxious and frighten easily, so theyre always about easing you into situations, not about to push you out of the nest to get you to fly, but helping you one step at a time, holding your hands and giving you this look of pride and a warmth that spreads through your body, and their noble phrase of “hey, im right here. youre okay, now.” is etched into your heart and you feel like youre falling into their unconditional loving spell.