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" are you still angry with me ? " to Sen!

The mellifluous lilt of his insincerity was objectively a pleasant sound, especially in consideration of the fact that he might have been rattling the bars of his cage with his tin cup or scratching his claws upon the stone walls, or singing mournful love songs off-key. If there had ever been a grandmaster in the art of offending the senses, Vere would have been their preceptor.

His objection was to irritate her—which, by all acounts, he was quite proficient at doing! Engaging him would be exactly what he wanted, and therefore not what she should ever indulge him in. And yet—

"Angry? .... No," Sen replied detachedly. Her pen had never faltered, never ceased its purposed flow upon the parchment before her. She hadn't even bothered to look up. "Any anger on my part would be a strictly personal sentiment. And we're all professionals here, aren't we?"

She set hed pen down with a deliberate care, and regarded him at last with gold eyes glittering in the flickering candlelight. "But I am disappointed." Her lips pursed in an effort to suppress her smile as she returned to her reports, but only for a moment.

Her gaze returned to those rubicund eyes, this time bright with worry. "Was that a bad joke? Did that just go over you head?" Her tongue clicked theatrically as she returned in earnest to her reports. "What a wasted punchline. How could I forget? It's not as though everything you've ever said wasn't damning evidence of your fatherless behavior."

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@beaststarved @bearratic

[kaerinio]

what tarot card are you?

THE MOON

You avoid corners and doorways - do you know why? Have you looked inwards recently? Do you understand what is happening there? Your mind is muddled and dusty, a mirror you haven’t been able to clean properly. Smudging the nervousness just leaves streaks on the glass, which makes your face harder to see, which makes you nervous. What are you nervous of, darling? What keeps you up at night? Why haven’t you confronted it? Do you know what it is? Can you answer my questions? Are they making you nervous? Am I frightening you?

tagged by: my precious 💕💕💕💕 @nightstriumph tagging: @sanctissimx ; @beaststarved ; @nightdomina ; @cthoniian ; YOU!

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@beaststarved

in light of recent news, i remembered i drew this a few months ago

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@beaststarved — time to go on an adventure with Vere's guilty ass

She'd only been away from her desk for a a few minutes, having been pulled away with a question from her deputy. When she returned with a whole new stack of files, she was surprised to find Vere sat in the decrepit metal chair across from her own, draped over the small sierra of files in what appeared to be a very charming catnap.

He was exponentially more tolerable in this state, if only because his industriously nimble hands were not actively threatening to pilfer her pockets or test the strength of the chains that bound him. And then there was the unearthly silence from the distinct lack of his shit opinions and his unending insults. That was actually really quite nice ...

Sen walked towards the desk, making sure to kick at the rusty leg of Vere's chair to wake him up in the rudest fashion she could manage with her hands full. The metal scraped on the stone floor, making for an unpleasant sound for Vere to wake up to. And to add insult to that injury, Sen slammed the new files down onto her desk, only inches away from where Vere had laid his head.

"Welcome to the world of the waking," she greeted him pertly, taking a decisive seat in her chair and propping her boots upon on the edge of her crowded desk. "Can't have you sleeping on the job, now can we?"

She leaned over the thumb through the files on her desk, pulling out a rather new-looking one and tossing it in front of him. "Looks I'll have your good company for this one. It's a Hightown case, and we don't get too many of those. For obvious reasons. Read it over and let me know what you think."

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@beaststarved

Hey sooo for a Touchstarved art request could you possibly maybe draw Kuras throwing Vere out of his clinic like a football? For science of course

Well ofc! There you go! 😌

Look at them being besties

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@beaststarved — every day i can't stand him

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖊𝖊, Vere was all about his ego being fed of course, the ripe flavor of the grapes feeling all the more sweeter with just a single praise. Yet he could not stop himself from choking mid bite the moment Adithep insinuated, no, prophesized his romantic future much to his displeasure.

Hacking a cough, he rolled face first into the purple blanket spread beneath the velvety chaise before reaching a claw out towards the other. When he lifted his head, ears pushed back nearly flat, his voice came out raw. ❝ I ought to -- what kind of monk are you ?! ❞

A fantastic frown colored his features as Vere got back up on his hands only to lean dangerously close into Adithep's personal space. ❝ I don't doubt it is in this town, what with the locals. But what about testing my luck with the recent visitors ? ❞

Adithep's beatific smile remained unwavering, too amused was he over the evident fluster he'd caused the fox. He watched as those flattened ears slowly pricked back up, standing as Vere's attention was now focused upon him.

His eyes lowered, his smile curled wickedly. "Depends on who you're asking about. It's possible a certain butcher might be amenable to your amorous needs. As for the other—well. I don't see how a monk of questionable aptitude would keep your fancy for very long at all."

Adithep's gaze met Vere's then, dark and plain and bold. His lips were no less wicked now. "So it seems you're still shit out of luck, I'm afraid."

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❛ Adithep, Adithep~ Spin me another tale about my future or something. ❜ He's chinhanding at him. eating grapes luxuriously probably. cmon cmon

Instinctively, Adithep hand touched to the back of his own neck where the tonsure of his monk's shave had already begun to grow in, and laughed. He sat himself upon the edge of the chair closest to where Vere lay in the repose of some emperor of bygone days and folded his bandaged hands demurely in his lap. "What would you like to know?" he asked warmly, then gave Vere a knowing look. "I don't think I have to tell you that your next hunt will be successful. You're far more terrifying than anything out there." He paused thoughtfully. "But your love life is shit."

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UPDATED : 11/3/2024  

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@beaststarved

Touchstarved demo in short

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@beaststarved @bearratic

happy birthday, little fox 🦊 blood version under cut

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@beaststarved

I love Vere so much I’m going insane

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Whatever tentative delight he'd felt at the sight of his obscure object of desire showing up on his birthday eroded with every acerbic word Vere spat at him. Like a stoneworker's chisel, Vere had chipped away at whatever tentative potential of delight Leander might hope to hold, that Vere might want to have a drink with him. Maybe have a proper conversation that wasn't just a an empty prelude to whatever atrocities they would commit in his rented room. But that was reaching a little too much.

Leander shifted his weight, not quite taking a full step back, but creating a meaningful distance with the movement. Just enough that Vere couldn't confuse his intentions, nor would he cross any boundaries. He paused a moment, reflecting on the utter rejection he'd just received.

.................. ❝ You’re just a convenient sideshow. ❞

Biting words, full of acromonious intent, intended to tear down any shred of celebratory desires Leander might have aspired to. But if Leander took a moment and cleared his thoughts, listened to the string of loaded, apical insults without assigning them to Vere's mouth, he would see how desperately Vere had spoken, how enthusiastically — for someone who claimed to not care about Leander's presence. Even on his birthday. Didn't bad liars always overcomplicate their own untruths just like this?

The thought gave him a little relief, and a shy smile curled faintly on his lips. "Sure," he agreed, signalling to the barkeep and promptly receiving two drinks set before him almost immediately. The froth of the generous head spilled over the sides of he tankards, looking perfectly delectable. Leander picked up both, pressing his lips to the overflow and sucking up the foam from the side of the tankard he eventually offered to Vere.

"This one's on me," Leander said easily, stepping back and turning towards his waiting party. "Don't want to intrude on anything you've got going on—" He gestured at Vere and the solitude surounding him in spite of the liveliness of the bar. "Over here." Leander gestured at his table full of friends. "if you want me, you know where to find me. Just in case the ... main event doesn't pan out for you .... you've always got a place with the sideshow."

He left Vere with a wink, turning back to his friends. He'd already made his best effort, and in good faith. If Vere wanted his attention tonight, he'd have to seek him out this time.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖙 𝖂𝖎𝖈𝖐 was a chaotic symphony of noise and motion, a whirlwind of laughter, shouts, and clinking glasses. The scent of spilled ale and roasted meats mingled with the smoky haze of the fireplace, adding to the heady ambiance but making Vere's nostrils burn. Despite the late hour, it seemed to Vere the energy in the room showed no signs of waning. But it was exactly what he was looking for this evening after a night of skulking around the city. It was into this scene of relentless festivity that Vere had hoped to slip in like a shadow, thinking his entrance had barely been noticed by the jubilant crowd as he slinked his way towards the bar. Yet he had barely pushed halfway through when he met eyes with not a potential snack for the evening as he would have preferred, but the man of the hour himself. Leander.

Vere’s lips curled into a faint, almost disdainful smile as he met Leander’s far too pleased gaze. His own eyes retained their usual calculating sharpness, betraying nothing of the true reason he had wandered into the tavern tonight. Yet despite his efforts Leander already seemed to know, at least by the sudden feeling of a cat who caught the mouse that came over Vere. He leant leisurely against a nearby table to get his composure back, claws drumming a soft rhythm on the worn wood behind him because he absolutely loathed feeling like he didn't have the upper hand.

❝ A-huh... If you're the one offering, I suppose I can’t refuse. ❞ He tilted his head to act nonchalant, letting ruby locks cascade over his shoulder towards his back. ❝ You look like you've been run ragged by your own party, you don't even have that sweaty trench on you. ❞ Vere teased. His eyes flickered down to Leander’s muscular frame, lingering on the way his shirt clung to his arms and chest a little too tightly before quickly darting back up to meet his gaze.

❝ Who knew the mighty Leander could be worn down by a few rounds of mead and bad jokes ? ❞ Vere smirked at him as he said it, pink eyes glinting with amusement as he scanned the crowd. His gaze momentarily honed in on a few unsuspecting revelers and some who looked on at the two of them with interest. ❝ I'm just here for a drink, of course. Don’t get any ideas. But I might stay a bit longer, if only to see what sort of trouble you get yourself into next... ❞ His voice was lilted with that same teasing delight as he went on, ❝ Someone has to keep an eye on you when you're this... incapacitated. No takers yet ? Where's that white haired little runt when you need them ? ❞

He paused, crossing his arms as if to shield himself from the infectious merriment around them. ❝ I mean it, don’t think this means anything, ❞ he said, dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ❝ I’m just here for a bit of entertainment. Maybe find someone interesting to, you know, keep me company later since uptown is lights out right about now ... ❞ His scowl returned, but it was softened ever so slightly by the slight curling wave of his tail behind him the longer Vere looked up at him. He added unconvincingly, ❝ You’re just a convenient sideshow. ❞ Thankfully, a bloodhound member too drunk to function stumbled and was pushed directly into his side, jostling him from any of that weakness with a hiss.

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@bearratic @beaststarved

im on vacation with a few friends. everyone is sleeping. it is late and im having a brainrot.

send help or imagine leander taking this photo.