#verethinks

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Take a moment and imagine the MC finding out that Kuras is immune to their curse as well. Imagine the overwhelming shock and confusion that would engulf them as they'd try to understand how.

And then imagine Kuras. Imagine him standing before them, a sly and knowing Cheshire cat-like smirk curling his lips. Imagine him gently brushing a thumb over their hand, tracing the back of it where the golden fissures crisscross each other. Imagine him drawing their hand closer, delicately lifting it to his lips, and bestowing a soft kiss upon their knuckles. A bold move. Imagine him observing their every reaction with intense focus, his eyes half-lidded with melted gold reflecting a blend of amusement and curiosity. Imagine him guiding their hand to his chest, allowing them to feel the thud of his heart beating steadily beneath their fingertips. Imagine the warmth of his touch permeating their skin, soothing the chaos within their mind.

Imagine the tension lingering between them, laden with unspoken promises and unanswered questions. And then imagine Kuras leaning in closer, his breath warm against their skin as he whispers softly, "You're not the only one with secrets, my dear."

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"When the ancient Greeks came up with their definition of planets, they counted Earth's Moon, and Sun as planets along with Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn. Interestingly, Earth was not considered a planet, but rather was thought to be the central object around which all the other celestial objects orbited.

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By the 17th century, astronomers (aided by the invention of the telescope) realized that the Sun was the celestial object around which all the planets – including Earth – orbit, and that the Moon is not a planet, but a satellite of Earth." - NASA Official website

If we assume TOUCHSTARVED takes place in an alternative universe, we don't know if they've reached the point of discovering the later fact, plus counting that Vere is an ancient being, he might as well be correct due to either the time period they're in or cause he's an old man who hasn't given a shit about astronomy in centuries.

Mhin: That’s it. That’s it! I’m not getting into any more stupid arguments with you. It’s a waste of time. Vere, examining his nails: Earth isn’t a planet. Mhin: How tHE FUCK IS EARTH NOT A PLANET—

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Thinking about Ais perched up against one of the wooden planks atop the columns of the Seaspring. Thinking how the salty breeze tousled his hair as he gazed out at the vast expanse of the wastelands beyond the temple, a cigarette's smoke curled up lazily from between his fingers, ashes falling gently to the sparkling crimson water below. Thinking about him taking a deep drag from his cigarette, letting his eyes flatter close as he exhales slowly into the crisp night air, the nicotine tingling his senses and the smoke filling his lungs, momentarily choking out Ocuedus' thunderous screaming in his head.

Thinking about Kuras in his clinic, studying patient applications in the dim candlelight, brow furrowed in concentration. Thinking about how the long shadows of his past constantly danced across the walls, mocking him as he meticulously reviewed each case, guilt and regret running their hands through his dark hair, whispering reminders of his past mistakes. Thinking about him momentarily freezing in fear of his conscience rearing its ugly head, pulling and pushing him closer and closer to the edge of his sanity. Thinking about him finally shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath, taking off his glasses briefly to relieve the strain of hours spent poring over medical records, leaning back against his chair, and letting fatigue overrun him, finally allowing himself a moment of respite.

Thinking about Vere lurking in an unfamiliar house, sitting alone on the balcony and staring out into the night. Thinking about the wind whispering through the trees and blowing his hair into his face, and him shoving it out of the way with a huff. Thinking about him sighning and leaning back against the rail, reaching up toying with the chain around his collar, running his fingers over its cold links. Thinking about how all was quiet at this hour, and he could feel the solitude beginning to get to him. Thinking about him closing his eyes, letting out a long breath and trying to push away the sudden hyperawareness that had settled over him, having to center himself and slow his heart rate that had begun to quicken, forcing his mind to focus on the task at hand, not allowing himself to seek any form of comfort in the moment; when the world seemed to slow down and allowed him to appreciate its beauty. Thinking about how he knew he couldn't stay there forever, after all.

Thinking about Leander sitting alone at the bar, Bloodhounds around him talking and laughing, making him feel more isolated than ever. Thinking about him taking a sip of his drink trying to drown out the sound of their jovial conversations, the bitter taste in his mouth only serving to mirror the ache in his heart. Thinking about him being unable to shake the feeling that he didn't belong—like an outsider in his own pack. Thinking about him staring into the bottom of his glass, wondering if he would ever truly feel like he belonged anywhere. Thinking about him running a hand through his hair, the other gripping the glass tighter, as he looks up and scans the room, hoping to find a distraction from his own thoughts. Thinking about how, even if he manages to find someone to spend the night with, it never fills the void he feels inside, and he always wakes up alone in the morning.

Thinking about Mhin stumbling from exhaustion after killing another Soulless, its blood spattered across their face and staining their once white shirt. Thinking about them collapsing to the ground, pain radiating through their body and ragged breaths escaping their lips, echoing through the clearing. Thinking about their silver dagger clutched tightly in their hand, the moonlight glinting off the blade, dripping with the blood of the enemy. Thinking about them fighting to keep their eyes from fluttering closed as darkness crept in at the edges of their vision. Thinking about them using their final burst of energy to force themselves to sit upright against a nearby wall before their mind can finally succumb to the overwhelming fatigue. Thinking about them humming softly to themselves—something akin to a lullaby, a calming and comforting melody in the dead of night, hauntingly beautiful and wafting through the darkness until the morning birds respond with their own song.

Thinking about how lonely they all are…

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AM I TRIPPIN?!

DO YOU SEE IT?!

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Leander kneeling in front of his object of affection, looking up at them with blown-wide, glassy eyes. Leander asking for permission to remove any garments of clothing from them slowly, deliberately, bordering on a whisper. Leander's gloved hands trembling as they reach out to touch, to explore every inch of their body, tracing every curve and caressing every dip, fingers brushing against soft skin with a reverence that is almost worshipful. Leander's heart pounding in his chest as he kisses their neck, feeling their pulse quicken beneath his lips. Every nerve in his body on fire, with a desperation born from a love that knows no bounds. Leander's mind clouded with a single thought: to be as close to them as possible, to lose himself in their form, to drown in their scent and taste, to become one with them in a way that transcends mere physical connection. To surrender to a being furthest from his grasp, yet so tantalizingly within reach. His desire eclipsing all reason, all doubt, all fear. Locked in a dance as old as time, as primal as the ocean's pull on the moon. In that fleeting moment of purgation, Leander threw caution to the wind and took a step forward, fully committing to the flames that had been licking at his skin since the moment of his fall. The heat enveloped him, wrapping him in a tight embrace that was both terrifying and freeing.

His salvation became his doom, yet he could not bring himself to regret it. No, he wouldn't dare to dream of it.

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"I love you," Leander confesses softly as he pulls you in for a gentle kiss.

"I love you," Leander calls out to you every time one of you is leaving.

"I love you," Leander writes in every note he leaves for you to find.

"I love you," Leander mumbles drunkenly as he wraps his arms around you.

"I love you," Leander chuckles as you shove him gently after a stupid joke.

"I love you," Leander reassures you after an argument.

"I love you," Leander tells you randomly every day, just to remind you.

"I love you," Leander hugs you tightly when you're feeling down.

"I love you," Leander kisses away your tears.

"I love you," Leander nibbles on your neck before pulling you closer to him.

"I love you," Leander moans softly as you trace your fingers along his back.

"I love you," Leander whispers in your ear before you fall asleep in his arms.

"I love you," Leander murmurs in the quiet moments.

"I love you," Leander declares proudly to anyone who will listen, as if shouting it from the rooftops for the whole world to hear.

"I love you," Leander promises, and you believe him.

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He doesn’t understand why. You are nothing he’s known or ever planned for. You are a strange and beautiful interruption to his tragic life. In the span of a few months, you’ve made him question everything he thought he knew about his existence, and yet somehow, you also feel more familiar than anyone he’s ever known.

He doesn’t trust you—and yet, every fiber of his being wants to. His gaze flicks once more to your unbandaged hands. He wants to reach out, take those hands gently in his own, and just look at them as if they are something precious. He doesn’t, not yet. He wants to tell you to leave, to stop pestering him with your easy grins, clever jabs, and soft eyes. And yet, his stupid heart yearns for even the sight of you. It’s infuriating. He has to know more about you, has to know your secrets and fears and goals and dreams. He has to know who you really are under that blithe, carefree mask. He wants to see you relaxed, safe in his arms. He wants to see you smile and hear you laugh. He wants to bury his head in your shoulder and finally put down the weight of everything he’s been carrying for the last three hundred years.

He does not realize the way his sharp golden eyes are raking over yours directly for the first time and, for an instant, you can see more than his cool facade. There’s curiosity and a hint of pleading, but above all, you see fear—a deep-seated fear that has been with him for ages. As quickly as it appeared, the expression is gone, locked in the shadow of his stoic mask. He is suddenly and overwhelmingly self-conscious of the things you have seen: his too-long hair, his rough hands, the bags under his eyes.

But the way you look at him now—your bright eyes watching him intently, taking in every small detail—he can’t hide from it. There is no pretense. You see far too much of him for him to keep a safe distance. He swallows hard. His fingers grip the papers in his hand tighter, and his own words play back in his mind, ‘I see you are not to be dissuaded.’

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Thinking about Ais sitting back and watching as Vere rides him. Thinking about how his eyes flash dangerously for a moment—that's the only warning Vere gets before his chain and tail are pulled simultaneously. Thinking about the chocked "bastard" that comes out from deep within Vere's chest before a hand of his is gripping Ais's hair, pulling him for a hungry kiss, more teeth and tonge than lips. Thinking about how Ais smirks against Vere's mouth, hands finally settling on Vere's waist.

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Do you think Ais and Ocudeus have actual conversations between them that look ridiculus if you're not either of them?

For example, Ais talking to himself while pacing around and going "Yes, I know you- Again, it wasn't my fault and you know it.... oh shut up for once, I don't care you're a god this is my head."

or worse case scenario, Ocudeus can talk through Ais' mouth, with the same voice, so he seems even more cuckoo. Maybe something like;

Ocudeus: I want [blank] Ais: Not today buddy Ocudeus: YOU FOOLISH MORTAL, YOU OBEY MINE DIVINITY WHEN I SAY—

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Do ya'll think Kuras enters Vere's dreams in his angelic form once in a while just to scare the everloving fuck out of him?

[And it gets to the point where Vere can't sleep and has to take sleeping pills just to make it through

but at some point he realises the thing in his dreams is Kuras, so he makes the effort to learn to control his dreams and put Kuras in awkward situations until he stops? (he doesn't)]

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I want to see Mhin cry. Not just tear up, but full-on sobbing.

I want to see their walls come crashing down, vulnerability and pain laid bare. I want to see the pain in their eyes, their hot cheeks flushing a delicate, even pink, streaked with tears, and their voice cracking as they struggle to speak through the sobs that wrack their body. I want to see them let go of their facade and witness the raw emotion that they so carefully hide from the world. I want to see them let themselves finally be seen for what they truly are—a monster, a demon, a savior, a saint, and everything in between. Be seen as human.

So yes, I want to see them completely break :)

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The MC, according to Ais:

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Leander suddenly rested his chin against Mhin's stomach, inhaling deeply, his arms wrapped around them, holding them close. The gesture shocked Mhin; the warmth of his cheek pressing against their skin sent a jolt through their chest. A million thoughts raced through Mhin's mind, each more confusing than the last.

It felt... intimate.

So much so that the urge to run away, to push him away, was nearly overwhelming. Instead, they found themselves bringing a trembling hand to Leander's head, threading their fingers through his soft, brune locks. His presence was both comforting and unnerving; his vulnerability lay bare before Mhin's eyes.

They tried to remind themselves that this was just a casual liaison. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a way to pass the time, to find a temporary release. But then, why? Why did it feel like there was something more to this, something deep within their heart that yearned for more than just a casual romp? It didn't make sense. They didn't want to get attached; they couldn't allow themselves to get attached.

They stood there in silence for a while, their breathing gradually synchronizing.

"Mhm, I could stay like this all night," Leander finally murmured, his voice a low rumble against their stomach. "You feel so damn good in my arms."

"You're... you're a terrible influence." Mhin's free hand found its way to his shoulder, their fingers digging into the firm muscle, pulling him closer.

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Based on: ⟹ ✦ Brave about it — Vere & mouse hybrid ✦ ⟸

[vermilionsun]

✩ Greetings ✩

❝ “𝓐𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓸” 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓼. 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓵𝓮𝓭𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮. 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮? ❞

✩ The name's Vere - short for Vermilion. I'm 18 and use any pronouns.

✩ I like writing and literature, art, history/mythology and music.

✩ What you can find in my account; (main masterlist here)

✒ Bungou Stray Dogs

✒ Moriarty The Patriot

✒ Vanitas No Carte

✒ Sk8 the Infinity

✒ Genshin Impact

✒ Honkai Star Rail

✒ TOUCHSTARVED (Red Spring Studio)

✩ Requests and asks are open.

✩ I am willing to write everything (sfw & nsfw & dark) except:

✒ Child/Adult or any pedophilic content.

✒ Incest.

✒ The following kinks/fetishes; watersports, feet, emetophilia etc.

✒ Anything I don't want to.

✩ If you're someone who discriminates or disrespects and hates others because of what they like or who they are (racist, homophobe, sexist/mysogynist etc.) or are a pedo; fuck you and fuck off.

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