#the Unnamed

[evaamoor]

The Unnamed, Moloch and Nergal

[hallowmoon-art]

Refined Aelia’s sprites and kinda gave her a new outfit ✨

[pumpkin-bread]

You are a young parent. Not unusually young, but young nonetheless.

As is your mate. You both have remarked on how it feels as if you'd barely earned the right to wear the clothing that symbolized your adulthood. Simple fare. A bandana, bangles.

But you adored them.

Your first nest is a healthy clutch of three eggs, which you fussed over dutifully as you waited for them to hatch.

You were overwhelmed with pride at the three little hatchlings that broke free: two like him, and one like you. Your heart swelled with a love that you had never felt before.

But far too soon, they were gone. Shipped off to faraway clans before you'd had the time to know any of them. You were not with them for even a full day.

One eventually sent word back that he'd found his place in the world; his charge, and his home soon after. His letter eases the pain of the notices you'd received for the other two; the other one like your mate, and the only one like you.

They'd gone to serve the gods. Not your own, and not even the same ones, but gone nonetheless. Neither had a name to be called even by the time of their true departures, and you bite back the sting of it all.

Time passes, and you receive few notes from the son that still could speak to you. Your mate is uneasy, but he says it is the call to his charge that causes him to pace so. He urges you not to worry.

More time passes, and you have another nest. Your desperate wish is to name them all, but you are not given the chance. Once more, you have a clutch of three, and once more, they are taken from you the moment they hatch.

This time, there is no pause. All your children are sent to serve. This time, it is your own god.

You bite back your sorrow, and try to be proud.

Some days later, one of your clanmates notices your struggle, and tells you of a tradition many have;

to carve an effigy for your departed children, and offer it the kindnesses you wish you could offer to them.

You are doubtful, but you do so nonetheless. It passes the wait between nests to build your shrine, and you put what love into it you can.

You and your mate have many nests, and each and every time you are denied time with your children, you make more offerings to the unnamed. You spend much of your time at the shrine, talking and praying, wishing all of your children well and trying as best you can to remember them by the shards of eggshell you keep.

Your son's letters join the pile soon after he loses his charge.

You stare into the eyes you set in amber and spinel. You were never much of a carver, but you keep trying, refining your effigy with utter dedication.

One more nest, and your mate is sent away as well. His clothing isn't returned to you, and is instead split between the rest of your clan. You are at once distraught and relieved to know one day you will lose his scent and forget him.

You weep in front of your beloved effigy.

You hang your head, and it brushes against your carving.

A marble hand raises, and cradles your cheek.

[sinisterpeople]

well I want a better place, or just a better way to fall

[whereporygon]

I'm not good enough at art to draw her, so I'll just say that my MC has the vibes of those super round and smiley white call ducks. But with a butter knife under her wing.

Not because she's not allowed near sharp objects or anything like that, but rather because that's the most threatening she'll ever be. Sad.

[browneyesbloodyknuckles]

What if you 🫵 just wanted to be a cultist in peace 🕊️🙏 but some random mage 🧙 ⁉️ said actually you’re cursed idiot😱💯🙌

(Full art under the cut)

Oooo you wanna like my oc so much your so interested in the lore I made in my head

[facelessxchurch]

The Unnamed in Caisson's body. I love the idea of the Unnamed having to fight Mev while his hair is in that awkward phase of growing out where you just can't get it out of your face.

Also, forever laughing at the Unnamed passing out as this ancient being of immortal elvish beauty and waking up not only as a fucking twink but also shorter than Mev and he's being so petty about that LMAO usually he wouldn't care, but it's on top of everything else and he's so fucking done-

I thought about the Unnamed's vessels slowly changing to his old appearance over time bc he's almost all-powerful, why wouldn't he be able to re-adjust his physical form to his liking? It would be nice body horror, horrible for the loved ones (imagine Aby watching her son slowly turn into her father, almost too slow to notice but one day she realizes she is no longer looking at her son's face and that he is fully gone now with nothing to even bury) and a nice display of vanity

And blue fire for Mev bc willboss27's (Reddit) Unnamed VS Mev fic convinced me I need to draw Mev with blue fire more often. It just fits him so well with blue fire being hotter than red and it having some big gotta-cleanse-the-damned-with-my-holy-fire vibes.

EDIT: Here is the link to the fanfiction this was inspired by. God read it now, it's so good! This is the canon Unnamed for me now <3

[1ndigowitch]

My touchstarved OCs

The Triplets

Nathanya

Esther

Gabriella

Thank you @miki-13 for drawing my girls, they turned out even better than what my initial outfit design

[hallowmoon-art]

Aelia as Tinkerbell 🧚‍♀️

The attitudes don't match, but she's cute as a button 💕

[jamboreeartsupplies]

the album's been released but i just received my CD today :)

The Unnamed shares my interest in music so i listened to it with them!

My fav song is A Soul With No King and theirs is My Body Is Not Mine! i also really like To Be Alright, Starvation, and Earthly Delights! loved the entire album, any other Aurora fans in furblr?

🩵🫀⚔️🫀🩵

[brainrot-in-the-house]

huehuehue first look at Touchstarved’s MC, Leax! Might fix some stuff (his cloak thingy) but I love his hair!

Text trans: still have the habit of clasping hands together

[toeridiaorbust]

👁️⚔️📖[. . . and strangers three make their way to eridia . . .]📖⚔️👁️

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]

[ginge1962]

Junkyard Joe #1 - October 2022, cover by Gary Frank.

[defira85]

Have some noodling Oracle/Unnamed/Lia thoughts because Touchstarved consumes me and there is no end in sight:

So when I saw the three origins for the MC in Touchstarved, and I saw that one of them was an Oracle, I knew that was going to be my main no matter what - because when I see the word oracle, I always think of 300 by Frank Miller (or the movie by Zac Snyder) and I have SO many feelings about that (under a cute for tw: rape/non-con stuff)

I should say straight up, I love 300. I also hate it. I have a lot of mixed feelings about Frank Miller’s work in general, because he’s such a titan of industry, and there was a time when I genuinely did love and devour a lot of his stuff. I am older now, and a bit more media/genre savvy, and I know now that a lot of the mixed feelings I have about his work is the knowledge that his stories are not for people like me and never were for people like me

Case in point, the oracles in 300

For those not familiar with the story, King Leonidas of Sparta goes to the Ephors (magistrates, essentially) to ask for their permission to go to war against the soon to be invading Persians. The Ephors consult the Oracle, and this is depicted as a heavily drugged young woman in flimsy, almost non-existent clothing writhing around in a drug-induced stupor. It’s heavily implied that the Ephors rape her while she is in this state, and Leonidas finds them disgusting for this, but is still bound by tradition and culture to honor their leadership even if he does not abide by their ruling

And in both the comic and the film, there’s such a vibe of “oh no look at this poor girl, who is so insanely sexual and writhing about sensually as if to tempt men, but who is also clearly doing this against her will and is drunk to the point of incoherence. It’s so sad that’s she basically being raped to death by these disgusting old freaks. Oh well, I’m sure that’s none of my business”

And that hit me, so hard, back in the days when wee young Defira devoured these stories. I didn’t know why it was hitting me so hard (I mean, I knew it was disgusting and I hated it) but I know now that coupled with the treatment of the one or two other women in the entire story (also raped), it was basically a big flashing neon sign pointing me to the door to tell me this wasn’t a story where people like me got to be more than set dressing. We were consumable props. Nothing else. Not even people.

Fast forward to now, with Touchstarved promising an adult, monstrous horror setting that plays with queer stories and queer notions of alienation and self-loathing and, let’s be honest, monstrous sexuality and sex, when I saw the Oracle origin I knew that was the one for me.

Because that girl in 300 has lived rent free in my mind for DECADES. What if the Oracle got a chance to be more than a prop, more than a set dressing? What if she was never rescued, like she was just shrugged and abandoned to her tormentors in the story, but what if she got a chance to be monstrous and turn the torment back on them? What does that girl become, once she’s escaped from the only place she’s ever known, a place of isolation and pain and horror at the hands of humans? What does she believe about monstrosity, when faced with people and creatures who defy classification, as opposed to the mundane humans who caged her and abused her and raped her and used her for the own financial gain?

Ophalia, or Lia, is my answer to those questions. Her backstory is bleak, but the setting gives me leave to play in that bleak, miserable space. She’s frightened and she’s angry and she’s so stupidly trusting and naive because she doesn’t know how to be a human! She doesn’t know how to relate to other people! She is monstrous because of her curse, but she’s lived a monstrous life and I’m excited to play in that space

[unlikelysaintdelele]

I love remembering I have OCs for video games. The full game isn’t out yet, but the demo has me foaming at the mouth for more. So here are the girls and some brief descriptions~

They’ll develop more when the full game comes out.

The Unnamed: Samara

Romance: Ais, Kuras

She’s usually very patient and kind, but after finding out her blessing was actually a curse, her faith has been rattled. She’s snappy if pushed and a lil on edge. She felt very drawn to Kuras (something about him felt familiar) and Ais (the hive mind thing reminded her of the lies the temple told her about her curse, but it felt very different), distrustful of Leander (too charming), and doesn’t care too much about Vere (strong sense of danger). She finds Mhin amusing at best, rude at worst, and is only slightly taller than them. She likes baking, gardening, art, and languages (she liked being able to talk to everyone who visited the temple). She dislikes… bitter food and drinks ig.

She has rather average coloring and height, but she is by no means an average beauty. brown hair with deep waves and big brown eyes. I can’t out of my head that she has these soft pouty princess peach lips. I feel like kids would see her at the temple and think she’s a princess from a fairytale.

The Alchemist: Adrienne

Romance: Leander, Mhin

Tall, lithe, and long ass hair. Around four inches taller than Mhin, lol. She’s a bit reserved and may or may not trust a lil too easily. It’s a bit questionable because, despite being wary at first, Leander very easily won her over, there’s no way she’d get anywhere near Vere or Ais if she can help it. Mostly Vere. Being able to read Leander’s magic definitely helped. As for Mhin, their shared goal is what draws her to them, and she finds Mhin pretty. She really likes pretty clothing (and jewelry and shoes and faces) and history books. She dislikes ill-fitting or mismatched clothing, getting dirty, and not knowing.

Midnight black hair, it’s thick and well cared for. Since she’s a spellcaster, I wanted her to look magical as well, so I gave her violet eyes. I also imagine her tanned, around Vere and Elyon’s shade.

The Hound: Tori

Romance: Vere

Ngl, I liked Vere upon meeting him, but then I died when I followed him out the tavern so I noped out of that rq. I felt he deserved love nonetheless but the two other girls already have personalities that would avoid him at all costs. So Vere gets a big tiddie bimbo who is lowkey a muscle mommy. I say lowkey because she was kind of a runt when she was younger, always smaller than other kids her age, and she never quite grew out of that. She worked hard to earn her strength and takes pride in her scars. Anyways, Leander and Kuras’ charity doesn’t sit well with her and she just finds Mhin annoying. Ais is just funny to her and she’s a horndog for Vere. Suffocating between his thighs would be a good death. She likes fighting, money, and a certain red-haired demon.

She’s got a strawberry blonde hair situation that she keeps a little below chin length. Her eyes are green-blue, they look greener under direct lighting but are often mistaken for dark blue since she’s usually wearing a hood or in shadow. I like to imagine her with a bunch of freckles.

Side note: in my mind, Adrienne and Tori aren’t nearly as rattled by what happened in their backstories since they were raised to question and never fully trust what they first see. Adrienne because of her thorough education and Tori because she was literally raised by criminals. Samara was taught to trust, to not question, so her world was really turned upside down in her backstory. Tori is hurt but isn’t too surprised, more annoyed. Adrienne is… confused but powering through. She really looked up to her teacher, and would probably feel very broken up about it if she let herself, but she is too disciplined and determined to let herself get distracted by betrayal. Especially when she’s so close to a cure. Samara is just going a lil crazy but it’s good for her.