#AIs

[ressaressa]

Some eye scribbles

[hoshi-o]

i have too much power sometimes

[schistosomamansoni]

i had a vision

[karokawwo]

Fondness

Ocudeus x gn!reader

So I went ahead and wrote my own little ocudeus one-shot... It's not much but it's honest work. here you get to be weirded out by the cryptic affection of an eldritch horror.

Ocudeus loves you, but not as a human would.

The Seaspring has been especially uncomfortable lately.

You even hesitated to pass by today, but Ais has been acting so strange you couldn’t help checking in on him. These days he seems distant—the comfortable silence the two of you once shared in the temple now feels awkward, almost painfully so.

Did you upset him? Surely, he’d tell you if that was the case, he’s never been afraid to call you out. Something must be troubling him, maybe one of his brawls went south or Princess hasn’t been eating or one of his teacups broke…

Trying to guess what’s going on in Ais’ head is bound to lead nowhere; if you want to help him is best to ask upfront. Even if he might avoid the question, you won’t be able to say you didn’t try.

And so, you timidly enter the Seaspring.

The motion of the rippling, red water catches your eye, it seems… Lively? As lively as a stagnant lake can look, anyways.

You quickly scan the wooden floors which turn out to be desolate, then shift to the rafters—there he is, staring. Once your eyes find his, a smirk stretches across his face. He might feel down, but nothing gives him greater joy than watching you stumble after him it seems.

You gather your courage, “Ais! I need to ask you something.”

“What’s new,” you roll your eyes at him. Shortly, he drops from the rafters and regards you with a bored expression; he probably thinks you’ll ask about the Seaspring as you’ve done many times already.

“Uh, well…” now that you’re face-to-face the words barely reach you, but you manage to choke out the question, “…Are you good?” his eyebrows raise lightly and you look away, “I mean, it’s just… I’ve noticed you’ve been a little out of it lately, is everything fine?”

When you look back up at him, his brows are furrowed in confusion. Did you guess wrong...?

Suddenly his expression smooths into a grin, “Just a bit tired. No need to worry, sparrow,” he reaches to ruffle your hair, “How nice of you to check in after causing so much trouble.”

Usually, you’d knock his hand away or bite back at the sarcastic comment, but something tells you he’s not being genuine. Thinking about what to say, you let his warm hand tangle in your hair until he retracts it.

“…Are you sure?”

“That you cause trouble? Yeah.”

“Not that, you idiot.”

His smirk falls completely, the unamused look returning to his face, “If it bothers you so much, you could just leave and let me sleep” his disinterest is clear once he starts looking around for something else to do.

Of course, this wasn’t the first time Ais told you to leave, your first encounter aside, he’d joke about it often, however this didn’t seem like one of those times.

You stand there, upset with his lack of cooperation—honestly what were you expecting from Ais? For him to be vulnerable just because you asked? Even when you tackle the issue upfront, it’s bound to go nowhere.

Frustrated, you turn to leave, but as you begin walking a hand grasps your shoulder tightly.

“Didn’t you want me to—!?”

As you turn, your anger stops short.

Clearly, this isn’t Ais.

It’s the same face, but his eyes, his expression—

Are so unfamiliar.

It steps closer, eyes stabbing into your own. It’s so close you can feel the coldness of its body.

It mutters something in a language you can’t understand—guttural and rough. Then it grabs the top of your head; you shut your eyes, expecting the worst—

…Until it starts rubbing your head? It pulls your hair as its hand stiffly moves, nothing like the soft ruffling Ais was doing earlier. You open one eye—it’s staring eerily.

The stranger startles you, shoving its face into yours. Then it drags the hand on your shoulder to grip the side of your head instead, you feel the same awkward motion from its other hand.

…What is it doing? What does it even want?

As its grip loosens, you finally feel the urge to fight, to run, to get away from this thing.

You push it away with little resistance and turn on your heel straight to the Seaspring’s entrance—

You enter the wasteland, accompanied by the sound of your own feet splashing against the bog and the puddles.

There’s no way you can fight that thing, not if it’s Ais. Your best bet is to get back to the city and… Hide? Well, what else will you do if Ais pops up in the Wick again!?

Shortly, you hear someone—something else running after you.

It’s not Ais, whatever’s following you has at least four feet, like a dog—could it be—

You hit the ground, hard.

When you look over your shoulder, you see a somewhat familiar Soulless—a crown of tendrils at its head, you can make out a few eyes at its sides. It looks at you blankly, no recognition in its eyes.

“Prin…”

A pair of footsteps slowly approach. You turn your eyes to the source of the sound, dragging your gaze from the spiked boots, to the disheveled haori, then those piercing, painfully alien eyes. They look straight at your own, through them.

It reaches you, kneels, and keeps on staring—scrutinizing you, admiring you. It whispers something else in that thick language; you don’t know whether to feel glad or annoyed you can’t understand it.

Confused, angry, and scared, you finally mutter something, “What… Are you doing…?” the stranger tilts its head—it’d almost be cute if it was Ais. With the same dull expression, it reaches again for the top of your sweaty, muddied head, and rubs it.

It’s infuriating how gently it pets you this time, you almost feel compelled to close your eyes in hopes to escape that agonizing gaze.

It’s hand slowly disentangles from your hair and snakes to your neck, then your shoulder, and stops… At your bandaged arm.

Panicked, you turn to it—its eyes are boring into your hands rather than your face.

“Don’t!”

Yet it doesn’t move. You look back at your arm, and just as the stranger begins scratching at your bandages…

“Didn’t run fast enough.” a familiar voice. You feel the weight lift off you, whining; Princess tries to lick your face before Ais lifts you up. He seems a lot less merry than his pet—his expression grim, his gaze lost somewhere over your shoulder, “You should leave.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice; you nod briefly and pass him.

From a short distance you hear him, “Stay, girl.” and a little whine afterwards. You peek behind your shoulder.

He pets Princess adoringly.

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

QUARTER-FINALS MATCH 4

Karlach propaganda:

“Sweetest girl ever. She could throw you across a room. She can burn down a house. But she just wants a hug and to be cared about and to live her life.” 

“Definitively overused phrase but she's a golden retriever she's so cute!”

“She's the perfect woman!!! She's so nice and cute and silly and strong and wow I love girls”

"Karlach is the champion slave of one of the Devils in a layer of hell, and was sold to her by someone she trusted, and on TOP of that she is an experiment with an engine for a heart and she knows she’s going to die and is in fairly constant pain but DESPITE that she is relentlessly positive and outgoing and silly because her spirit cannot be fucking crushed no matter WHAT"

Ais propaganda:

"He has large tits and cute pets and he’s fucking playful that will fight for you if anyone messes with you while desperately yearning for connection. he’s lonely yet confident and is funny and sweet and will protect you SO EVERYONE VOTE FOR AIS PLEASE"

[sableunavailable]

glad we’re all in agreement y’know

(pictures under the cut)

[mawrrbid]

Touchstarved incorrect quotes as shit I and my friends said (without any context) - pt.2 because y'all seem to like the first part

pt.1

✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦

Mhin : People get confused if I am a young gay man or an older lesbian. I'm neither, I'm a blob.

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Leander : Beer is healthier than coke.

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Kuras : Don't get old kids, it's not good for your health. MC : Noted! *grabs gun* Kuras : NO-

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MC : I love rolling in the mud. Ais : Ok bottom.

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MC : Air is for the weak. ✨ Vere : Ah yes, I'm only gonna breath in dicks from now on.

[redspringstudio]

Wow, Ais is so talented… We love a guy who can give people a good pounding 👊🤯💥 in a fight

[slightly-warmer-hibiscus-tea]

*throws violently* happy K anniversary to my favorite game that hasn't come out yet!

[serafisolaris]

my lil guy that i carry around

[danger-bird]

For Mhin's birthday, I'm catering to the *checks notes*... 2 people from the pole whose fav LI ship is Ais x Mhin.

Yall have been starved to death, and that's unacceptable. Your religion is valid, it's cute and I'm presenting to you my offering.

[maboroshiiro]

Finished it~

[mstrchu]

death knell...

[karokawwo]

yes ais is suave and charming but also can we get more weirdo ais. did we all forget he introduced ocudeus as "a friend that lives in his head." he has his uncomfortable freak moments too

[bizzxis]

Kuras appreciation post because he doesn’t get enough credit for all the crap he puts up with.

Credit to this fanfic by @softagenda for inspiring the last bit!

Tilt screen for better quality and zoom

Bonus: Vere’s damage from earlier in the day

[luckyarchivist]

Funniest thing for me about the TS MC is that they've never heard the saying "still waters run deep."

Just b/c it made me wonder what other common sayings they've never heard.

Leander: I hope I can help you learn your way around! You must feel like a fish out of water in Eridia. MC: The city's not so bad I feel like I'm choking to death, Leander. Leander: That's...not quite what I meant?

Here's another one:

Mhin: I found a way into the Senobium. If I'm being honest, it feels too good to be true, but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. MC: Is...giving horses as gifts common where you're from? Mhin: What.

Wait, one more, one more:

Ais: Little birdie told me you broke into the Senobium last night. MC: You can talk to birds? Ais: I'm talkin' to you, aren't I, sparrow?