#Mhin is just... old

[someiicecube]

Anyway, my funniest headcanon has got to be: Mhin is older than Leander.

A hc made even funnier by the fact they're a healer-slash-doctor of sorts (used to be, at least; idk if medical school let them keep their license after doing freelance Soulless hunting).

And no, this isn't feeding into the "Mhin was there in Lovent a century ago" theory either. I just think they're old :3

[egginthepit]

I like to think that my cat who hates everyone and everything would betray me in an instant for Mhin

[legney]

𝐴 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑡𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 (𝑘𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑥 𝑔𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

The longest one till now, but is worth of reading I swear 🥹

I think kuras has probably found reincarnations of his past lovers, fell for them, and lose them again, countless times

I don't think there's warnings for this one, just a little angst.

Summery: someone "stole" your key and you couldn’t find leander. You asked kuras to stay in his home tonight.

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It was late at night when you found yourself once again in Kuras’s home. Technically, you were here because someone had “stolen” your key and Leander was nowhere to be found, but that wasn’t entirely true. You could have looked a little harder, asked around more insistently—but you didn’t.

The truth was, you wanted to be here.

Your relationship with Kuras was... complicated. He was gentle, endlessly kind, the only one who never recoiled at the sight of your cursed hands. He had never once regarded them as a flaw, never suggested you hide them—at least, not from him. You knew he cared, Mhin’s occasional complaints about how much Kuras spoke of you made that clear. And yet, every time you thought he might finally stop restraining himself, that he might let himself close the distance between you, he would simply pat your head, smile in that unreadable way of his, and change the subject.

As soon as you stepped inside, the scent of aged wood and old paper enveloped you. His home was an extension of him—warm yet enigmatic, inviting yet distant. The furniture bore the marks of centuries, each piece carefully maintained. There were intricate carvings on the dark mahogany tables, their edges lined with delicate gold filigree. High-backed chairs with worn but luxurious velvet cushions sat near the grand bookshelves that reached the ceiling. Deep browns, aged whites, and ink-black tones dominated the space, with only sparse accents of silver catching the dim candlelight. It felt timeless, almost like stepping into a preserved memory rather than a home.

“This place is really nice, Kuras. Thank you for letting me stay here tonight… I hope I’m not intruding.”

Your voice was soft, and it made him smile.

He inclined his head slightly, that ever-present warmth in his golden eyes. ��I am pleased that you find it to your liking. And do not worry—your presence could never be an intrusion. There is a guest room at the end of the hall. Should you require anything, I will be attending to my paperwork.”

“Paperwork? You still work even when you're not at the clinic?”

Kuras exhaled a quiet sigh, turning to face you fully. His long brown hair slipped over his shoulder like silk.

“The duty of a physician does not end when he steps away from his patients.” He smiled, the expression almost teasing—almost. “A doctor’s work is never truly finished.”

You flinched slightly. You had wanted to spend time with him, but instead of saying so, you simply nodded.

“Is there something else on your mind?”

You almost felt like he could see through you, as if his gaze alone could unravel the things you left unsaid. It was embarrassing. You shook your head, brushing it off, and moved to sit in the living room as he disappeared down the hall.

But patience had never been your strong suit.

After a few minutes, you stood from the couch, curiosity getting the better of you. You wandered through the house, taking in every detail. You paused outside his study, peeking through the slightly open door. Kuras sat at his desk, his back to you, a candle flickering beside the stacks of parchment. His posture was relaxed, but his hand never stopped moving, pen gliding over paper with practiced ease.

You wondered if he ever allowed himself to rest.

You moved on, passing through various rooms until you reached the last one in the hallway—a library.

The sheer number of books was almost overwhelming. The shelves stretched high, their spines worn from use. Paintings and old photographs lined the walls, remnants of people and places long past. As you stepped further inside, your gaze fell on a small, unassuming cage on the floor. Its lock was undone, the door slightly ajar.

You knelt, brushing your fingers against the cool metal before murmuring, “Just a little peek… it won’t hurt, right?”

Inside were books. Not the ancient tomes you expected, but something else. You reached for one that looked less worn than the others and flipped it open.

Names.

Pages upon pages filled with names, each written in a different hand. Some had notes scribbled in the margins—words meant for Kuras, messages from people long gone. Others bore ink stains, as if written in haste or emotion. Your fingers traced over them, your breath catching in your throat.You knew Kuras was old. But this—this was something else.

He kept them. Every name, every life he had touched, every person he had lost.

Perhaps this was why he never let things between you deepen—why he always held himself back.

Too many records. Too many names. Too many sins to bear.

You shut the book carefully, exhaling as you stood. The moment you did, you heard footsteps in the hall.

Kuras.

You steeled yourself, forcing the sadness from your expression as you stepped out to meet him.

“Finished with your paperwork?” you asked.

He studied you for a moment before responding. “I simply wished to check on you… and to inform you that I bought some cookies yesterday. If you haven't eaten yet, you are welcome to”

You hesitated.

You seem troubled. Did something happen?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, nothing to worry about. I was just looking around… I hope that doesn’t bother you. And, um—about the cookies—you bought them, right? You didn’t… cook them yourself?”

His lips quirked up in amusement.

“Your lack of faith in my culinary skills wounds me.”

He stepped closer, placing a hand on your shoulder. His touch was gentle, grounding. You looked up, meeting his gaze.

“You know you may speak your mind, sweetheart.” His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. Your breath hitched—this was closer, closer than usual. For a moment, you thought—And then, just like always, he pulled away, ruffling your hair instead.

“I noticed the guest room needs cleaning,” he said, shifting the subject effortlessly. “Would you prefer to stay there? I have no qualms with dusting it.”

You hesitated before shaking your head. Maybe—just maybe—you could use this as an excuse to be closer to him tonight.

You followed him back to his room, as he settled onto the couch with you, his hand searching yours. The silence between you both stretched on, heavy but laden with meanings neither of you dared to name. Kuras still held your hand, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin, as if that simple motion could dispel the sadness creeping into the moment.

His golden eyes searched yours, studying every flicker of emotion reflected in them. Then, with a slight tilt of his head and the faintest of smiles, he broke the quiet with an unexpected question:

"Would you dance with me?

You were caught off guard, but at the same time, it made perfect sense. Kuras had always been like this—when sorrow threatened to take hold, he found a way to soften it, to reshape it into something gentler. This time, his remedy was a dance.

You didn’t need to answer with words. He already had his hand extended, inviting you closer. You placed yours over his, feeling the familiar warmth of his skin. You both moved to the balcony.

At first, his movements were slow, almost practiced, as if a single misstep could shatter the fragile atmosphere surrounding you both. His fingers slid carefully down to rest at the curve of your waist, while your other hand found its place on his shoulder.

The rhythm was set by the muffled sounds of the city below the balcony—the distant murmur of conversations, a hazy tune drifting from some nearby tavern, the echo of laughter and footsteps against the cobblestones.

As the minutes passed, the stiffness of your initial movements faded. The closeness between you felt natural, as if you had always fit together this way. His arms wrapped around you more confidently, his chin grazing your temple in a fleeting gesture.

“Tell me…—Kuras murmured, his voice barely a whisper against your ear—, have you read the book?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the question.

“The book…?

“The one you found.”

Your heart skipped a beat. So, he knew.

You didn’t try to deny it. You lowered your gaze, the weight of that little journal still fresh in your mind. The endless list of names, the scribbled notes written in a handwriting that, despite the passage of centuries, held an almost painful tenderness.

“Yes” you admitted quietly.

Kuras didn’t seem surprised. Instead, he let out a sigh, one that carried centuries of memories.

“It’s my way of remembering them —he confessed, guiding your steps into a slow turn—. Everyone who’s ever mattered to me, everyone I’ve loved, everyone who’s left their mark on my life… Their names are there so I never forget them.”

There was something devastating in the serenity with which he spoke. You knew Kuras had lived for eons, had watched entire generations be born and fade away. But reading those names and hearing him now… it made it real.

“You must have loved a lot...” —you murmured, unsure of what else to say.

“I have—he admitted—. Even now, the past is beautiful, in a way. Even if time takes the ones we love from us, memory lets us hold onto them just a little longer.”

A lump formed in your throat. Kuras didn’t cry, but there was something in his gaze, in the way he held you so gently, that told you just how much it hurt to remember and how, at the same time, he refused to forget.

Without thinking, you leaned closer, seeking to share even a fraction of his burden. He allowed it, his lips barely brushing your forehead in a kiss that felt almost reverent.

But you wanted more. You wanted to strip away the distance he kept placing between you.

“I don’t want to be just another name in your list, Kuras”—you said, not pulling away.

His breath ghosted over your skin, warm and restrained. His grip on your waist tightened just slightly, and for the first time that night, his mask cracked enough for you to see the conflict warring inside him.

“You already mean far more than that.”

His confession was a whisper, but in the stillness of the night, it resounded like a shout.

And then, finally, he kissed you.

There was no urgency in his movements, only the infinite patience of someone who had waited far too long. His lips were soft, but the way he held you spoke of a fear he wouldn’t name—the fear of losing you.

The world outside the balcony disappeared. The distant music, the night breeze, the city lights… all of it faded into the warmth of his mouth on yours, the way his body leaned into you, enclosing you in his embrace.

When he pulled away, it was only enough for you both to catch your breath. His eyes met yours, searching for something he perhaps feared to find.

“Come” he whispered, leading you back to his room.

His steps were slow, deliberate. There was no rush, only the certainty that, at least for this night, there would be no more distance between you.

He shed his white coat in a fluid motion, letting it fall onto the couch before guiding you to the bed.

His hair spilled over the pillow, framing his face in strands of ebony and umber. He held you close, the same way a weary traveler clings to shelter in the heart of a storm.

His lips found the curve of your shoulder, the line of your neck, leaving behind silent promises he’d never dare say aloud.

“I love you” —you whispered, knowing those words were both a comfort and a curse.

Kuras didn’t answer right away. He simply held you tighter, his hand slowly trailing down your back, memorizing every inch of you as if trying to etch you into his soul for eternity.

When he finally spoke, it was with the same reverence he had used for every name in that book.

“I love you too, my dear...”

The weight of those words hung in the air, an unspoken echo blending with the dim candlelight and the distant hum of the city.

Even if one day you will pass over, you know this moment will last forever on his memories.

[creepsterdreams]

What do you think a relationship between MC, Mhin and Vere would be?

Ooooo this is a tough one

A poly relationship with two people who are the definition of mortal enemies? Yeah good luck MC

TOUCHSTARVED Headcanons: Poly relationships with Vere and Mhin

First off we’ll have to begin with how you even GOT to the relationship in the first place

I would imagine that it was probably these two doodlebobs realizing they both are into you

And uh…it did not go well

“I doubt MC would love a monster who does nothing but think with his dick.”

“Oh really? And I doubt they would like a small fuck who’s nothing short of a pain in the ass.”

So for a while, it was a very very intense game of tug of war

With you in the middle

Vere constantly trying to woo you with his flirtatious comments and charm

Vs Mhin who gave you small gifts occasionally and made sure you were safe from…everything

So unless your like me and have the thought process of an old man, you realized quite quickly what was going on

And you had a verryyyy interesting proposition

"What about...I just date both of you?"

....Huh?

The two people in Eridia whose collective hatred for each other rivaled Vere and Kuras? THESE TWO?

You have to be verrryyy sure of yourself and your plan to even think this is gonna work

And spoiler alert, it doesn’t for a bit

Sure both of them were satisfied that they kind of got what they wanted, aka dating you

But…did your other significant other have to be them?

So for some time, it was sharing one on one time with either of them

Because allmother knows that they cannot be within the same vicinity of each other without arguing

Going to fancy places with Vere and occasionally joining him on hunts

Stargazing with Mhin and some “dates” just being hunting down soulless

Not that you minded

But the day that truly brought these two together was when you accidentally bit off more than you could chew

You and Mhin were surrounded by soulless, the only weapons you had being daggers that could only hold them off for so long

As they inched closer, you had the mistake of taking your eyes off them for a mere second, the one closest in front taking that chance to lunge at you

But, as if it was muscle memory, Mhin jumped in front of you, ready to take the hit for you

But it never came.

Instead, turning around you were met with the sight of all of them, now headless and scattered around in a brutal display, Vere in the middle of it all

Did he…save both of you?

As cocky as always, he stepped closer, tutting mockingly. “If I knew you two idiots were going to get in this much trouble I would’ve skipped my nap.”

Mhin, of course scoffed it off, but a part of them couldn’t help but to feel…thankful?

They knew that Vere was skillful in his work, handling almost any monster with ease and precision

But it’s going against both their pride and their refusal to thank Vere for anything to actually be appreciative

But that didn’t stop you from noticing that Mhin almost seemed…a little kinder?

Heavy on the a little bit

You noticed that instead of the usual sass Mhin gave him, they would instead just scoff and walk away? Yeah that’s definitely weird

So during one of your dates with Vere, he points it out, but in the most him way

“I’ve noticed that your little hunter has been a bit more…quieter around me? So to say? If I had to guess I think they’re beginning to fall for me.”

Yeah sure beautiful whatever you say

Except he was absolutely correct

And he was starting to get a little fond of them as well

You noticed the sneaking glances they’ll give each other whenever they pass by, doing their best to appear as if they don’t care about each other that much

But that was until one day Mhin unfortunately ended up snapping, which followed by an argument, which was followed by Vere saying something along the lines of “you wanna kiss me so bad it’s make you look stupid.”

And Mhin took that personally and did in fact kiss him

So now you got to watch your two partners make out angrily while sipping a nice drink

And you also owed Leander $15 because you lost the bet but anyway

So now your nights were spent with Vere in bed begging Mhin to come join you after a day of jobs

Mhin was a bit reluctant to be affectionate but considering who they were dating, they eventually had to get used to at least one of you having a hand on them

SOOOO protective

And I mean Vere is protective over you and Mhin and Mhin is protective over you and Vere

You of course are protective over them too but in your own way <3

Even if they don’t verbally express it

Mhin will keep an eye on you two whenever you drink, making sure no one bothers you and you don’t end up slumped in a alleyway somewhere

Vere follows you both around at night where your hunting for soulless and basically waits to jump in if needed

You watch over them both and make sure no one gives them a hard time, although you might be ashamed of your curse you can put it to use if you need it

You get all of the more kinder pet names, Mhin and Vere get the teasing ones

Vere calls you things like my love, darling, pet, etc

While he calls Mhin shit like little hunter, shorty, short stuff, the worst ones possible

Although if it makes you feel better Mhin calls Vere dumbass, fox, or just straight up his name

But he does get the occasional “yes dear” in a sarcastic tone

Mhin doesn’t really use pet names with you, although they’re version of “dumbass” is more lighthearted than Vere’s

Much to the fox’s dismay

Dates between the three of you look more like Vere dragging you both to see a new performer while having a nice meal

Or just sitting at home and cuddling, whichever the mood calls for

Both of they’re love languages are gift giving and you can’t convince me otherwise

Although, they’re on opposite sides of the spectrum

Vere prefers more expensive things to give you, whether it’s clothes, jewelry or an expensive chocolate he found in high town

Mhin on the other hand likes more handmade things partially due to the bird brain

So sometimes your room ends up being filled with designer clothing and handmade neckles

Which you never mind <3

They will be very happy though if you give them something back, although they won’t show it

Vere though, unfortunately cannot hide the wag in his tail

In a case where the Senobium is giving Vere a hard time, Mhin has no problem causing a stir in another part of the city to take they’re attention away from him

Though they’re comforting ability can use some work, they usually take to making you both food if your in a sour mood

Or if Mhin is facing some trouble from a client, Vere offers some very thinly veiled threats to get them of their back

His comforting skills can also be not the best but he does give some great cuddles🫶🏾

Please pray for whoever thinks it’s a good idea to come after you because of your curse

Because not only will they be dealing with a skilled hunter, but also a monster who’s mercy can only be begged for

All in all, they can sometimes be at each other’s throats over small things, but that doesn’t change that they love you, and each other more than the world could dream of

Mhin crawls through the bedroom window, exhausted and wanting nothing other than to crawl into bed and forget this night happened. Even if that means it’ll just be a repeat of it all tomorrow.

But after shrugging off their boots and cape, they finally take notice of the two forms on the bed, passed out and wrapped in each other’s embrace.

You and Vere were both facing the window, assuming that you were anticipating their arrival, but falling asleep in the middle of it. Vere’s tail was draped over your side, while his neck was tucked tightly in your neck, letting out what could only be described as content purrs. And the bandages that were usually worn on your arms were replaced by softer gloves, ones that you only wore in bed to prevent the worry of bandages unraveling.

Mhin scoffs, silently scolding the two of you for wanting to stay awake until they returned. You knew they only came back far into the night, so why waste precious sleep?

But, they couldn’t help but feel their chest ever so slightly warming at the gesture. To have someone care enough to risk tiredness just to greet them upon entry.

Sliding off the rest of they’re clothes, only leaving undergarments, they slipped into the bed with you both, taking a moment to appreciate the sight, before wrapping their arm around your bodies, leaving a hand to rest against Vere’s back.

Closing their eyes, they left a ghost of a smile, slowly slipping away into a deep slumber.

It felt nice to be valued for once.

[silverryuan]

Another TS Random Thought...

I've been thinking... about the quarters of the LIs.

I can imagine Kuras and Leander sleeping normally on a bed (I just realized that they couldn't even sleep on their own beds). Kuras doesn't need sleep. He rests on a chair and just closes his eyes for a few hours. He uses his spare time to reflect and reminisce his past mistakes. Honestly, same.

I can imagine Mhin on either a very comfy bed that resembles a nest or just a plain one.

I can imagine Vere sleeping on a queen-sized bed with pillows all over the place and curtains covering it... Or a clean cell with decent silk and scratch marks all over the walls (he sleeps in the nude, I imagine).

But Ais? Nah.

You cannot convince me that this walking-lung-endangerment-with-a-side-of-angsty-boxer-red-flag-that-copes-with-sex-therapy sleeps on a normal bed (unless it's revealed by the devs).

All I could think of is that Ais sleeps on a matress with broken springs on the wood boards beside a deck by the Seaspring. Getting constantly annoyed by the sounds of the waves the Seaspring makes and water dripping from the wood on the ceiling, he rips off his blanket to turn it into a curtain to muffle some of the noise... Or he doesn't sleep at all considering the voices in his head.

I bet he rests his head on one of them wooden blocks from old Japan or something...

[badly-written-stuff]

Sheep in Wolf's Clothing — Mhin x Monster!Reader (1/?)

context: reader is a monster, possesses ears and a tail; reader is at least a couple hundred of years old, but has amnesia; they recently began working with Kuras at the clinic.

cw: slight and possibly vague depiction of violence; possibly ooc.

To state that your acquaintance with Mhin was... intense... would be an understatement.

Eridia, whilst home to some of the most dangerous Monsters, was far from welcoming for someone like you. Despite your overall docile nature, many would side-eye you on the streets, occasionally hurling a curse or two in your direction.

It helped slightly that you got acquainted with Kuras after an... unfortunate attack, who offered a place at his humble clinic upon learning your situation. Ever since then you've been relatively close.

The helping hand was very much welcome, yet your affiliation with the most respected doctor in Eridia did not assure completely invulnerable to other's wrath.

...So it really shouldn't have been a surprise when... it happened.

You've been running some errands, each one taking just a little bit too long, pushing the day's hours further and further until it was night time. Knowing the dangers of the dark streets lurking in every corner, you made an attempt to get back to Kuras as fast as you could... but-

Misfortune kept a close eye on you at all times, for you've managed to run straight into a Soulless.

True to Vere's words, a cornered beast bites the hardest, and you were no exception. You were a Monster, after all. You knew how to defend yourself.

Unable to escape, you took advantage of your reflexes and strength to strike the Soulless at the right time with a trusty dagger you kept on your person. The fight, although not vicious, leaves you shaking and panting in fright, adrenaline pumping your heart to such aggression you could barely hear anything.

Taking a life, human or not, was never an easy task, and to some degree, guilt bubbled in your gut... however, it was short lived once several pools of blood entered your peripheral vision. You stepped closer.

Corpses. Not of humans, no. Animals. Cats, more specifically. All torn open, the contents of their tiny selves peeping, half-eaten. It seems you have interrupted a feast. Disgusting...

...Just how distracted were you...? To completely miss this smell, something that assaulted your nostrils and made it hard to breathe. Surely, you should've-

You barely register footsteps behind you, your body attempting to make a turn to face the source, only for a sharp pain to course through your entire body. A twists of your head is enough to locate the source of this pain — a pristine blade plunged deep into your side, barely missing your vitals.

An attempt to stay calm is made, however, rationality betrayed you and your monstrous superiority took hold. How dare they. With your fangs bearing, you manage to push whoever attacked you away. Forced into an animalistic state, you hunch over to steady yourself, sharply snapping to the source of your attacker...

That is when you spotted them. Those icy gray eyes, red pupils, silver hair and that cute beauty mark. Mhin. You've ran into them a couple of times before, none of which were pleasant.

There's was always this coldness and disgust every time you two interacted, yet it never moved past a quip or two before they'd leave you be. This time, however, they looked livid, jaw clenched.

There wasn't a moment to make conversation, ask questions or make accusations. Their goal was clear as ever — to kill, for there was no hesitation in their movement as they rushed to gain back the blade stuck on you. The unknown turned into a bloody fight, earning both of you numerous wounds.

Their blade puncturing your body with eerie precision that left you losing blood whilst your bites pierced their clothes, tearing their skin into a bloody mess of tissue.

Perhaps, that is how both of your lives would've ended — in a heated brawl — if not for the esteemed doctor, who had gone on to search for you.

It was the superior presence that stopped the fight, as both of you were brought into his clinic, Kuras' face scrunched the entire time as he treated your wounds.

Despite the fight being over, Mhin still dared to show their dissatisfaction with the situation, protesting against Kuras' care for "someone like you".

Luckily, Kuras did not budge, merely stating that you were a trusted assistant of his and by no means was Mhin allowed to exterminate you.

Their mouth hung open in shock, only for a moment, before it snapped shut and their glare re-appeared. They never looked at you, only addressing Kuras, which was beginning to piss you off. Rightfully so.

"Since when did you get a pet?". That about did it. "What's your problem?!"

Oh boy.

Ever since that night, upon regaining your sober mind, you couldn't help but stress about what had happened. The Soulless, the cats, Mhin, the taste of their blood.

That... bitter taste and tar-like texture... You were certain they were cursed, and thinking more about your encounter, it just made sense. How did they keep up with you, if they didn't have a little secret of their own?

With the realization, came sympathy and guilt. Now, you understood why they were so cold towards Monsters, why they despised Vere. Yet... even so, you didn't understand why did they strike that night?

Did they assume you were on Hunt? Was there a bounty on your head? Or was it the-

Ever since the fight, you began to grow... paranoid. Mhin was there. You could smell them. They were lurking in the general area of the clinic more often, sometimes even following you from a distance.

It was because of Kuras, of course. Mhin cared too much for the doctor, even if they'd rather be tortured than to admit it. Kuras is just about the most sane person in Eridia, why wouldn’t they worry about his new addition to the clinic? Gods... surely, he had went insane, accepting a Monster as an assistant.

Nonetheless, despite them stalking you like a prey, Mhin never made any move to attack you which, for one, eased your anxiety enough to finally relax.

Then, it was you who observed.

Indeed, they were regularly checking up on Kuras while you were away, hidden under the guise of a check-up. It was true that they were making sure that you cause no trouble to anyone else, especially making sure you never stepped into the same alley as the attack again.

Even if you were supposed to be upset, the gesture... warmed your heart, in a way. Mhin was always... distant. Cold. Alone. It was nice to know that they actually cared about someone.

And perhaps this newfound warmth touched you... a bit too much, for you upcoming plans consisted of approaching Mhin on one of their patrols and apologizing... Yeah, you do have a death wish, actually.

There was no guarantee you would survive this, but surely your good-willed gesture couldn't bring your demise... Right?

Only one way to find out.

next >

[vermilionsun]

hellooo, i really love the headcanons u write 4 touchstarved. i totally understand if ur uncomfortable writing about this, so no pressure. but if ur okay with it, i’d be curious to see how the lis (whichever u prefer, but preferably leander or someone with a visible scar ><) would react to an mc with sh scars.

TW! Implied self–harm [as per the request] Let’s start with the basics; this is not romanticising sh in any way, shape or form—I believe it’s obvious

If anyone ever feels the need to let something out of their chest/venting, or even chit-chat about this and that, my messages are and will remain open <3

And always remember; Seeking help is a sign of strength, not weakness.

𝓐𝓲𝓼

✩ He didn't mean to see them. He wasn't trying to look for them.

✩ His eyes widened slightly before narrowing again. The subtle shift in his expression betrayed his thoughts as he debated whether or not to acknowledge what he saw.

✩ "What are those?" Not subtle, not discreet, straight to the point. "How did they happen?" he asked, his tone blunt but oddly caring.

✩ He took a step forward, and then another, standing so close that he could easily reach out and touch them. "Listen, I'm not gonna judge you or anything. I just wanna know…”

✩ He’s worried as fuck

✩ but remains as calm as can be, letting them take their time

✩ He took it upon himself to make sure the scars were healing properly (with what little knowledge he had from helping Kuras)

𝓚𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓼

✞ His eyes narrow minutely. He doesn’t show any sign of fear or disgust, and that somehow is even more alarming than it would’ve been if he had. The expression on his face is almost blank.

✞ His tone remains even, betraying nothing of his thoughts or emotions. Something in his stare is just the slightest bit piercing, however. He’s assessing them, studying all of the details of their form and expression. He’s… unnervingly perceptive. He keeps just barely out of arm's reach.

✞ His coat rustles as he gently reaches out, like he’s trying not to startle a small wild animal. A single long, slender finger traces one of the scars. "My. That is serious scarification. How did it happen?" He asks, as if he doesn't already know the answer. Or maybe he does, and he just doesn't want to believe it.

✞ He will push for an answer.

✞ There’s a long, heavy silence. A flicker of understanding clouds his expression. "Why?" The sharp tone melts away, replaced by gentleness.

✞ He lets out a tired sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose, all the tension leaving his body. For that moment, the mask of the competent, emotionless doctor falters, and he suddenly looks older, more worn-down, more vulnerable.

✞ "Don't… I've heard the same story far too many times."

𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻

🗡"Hey, what are those from?" His expression remained the same for a brief moment, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, fixated on the scars.

🗡When he noticed the pause, he took a step closer, maintaining a respectful distance. "It's alright. You can tell me."

🗡 As the words left their lips, Leander's expression shifted slightly, reflecting a tinge of surprise and a hint of understanding, though he remained calm. "You..." Leander started, choosing his words carefully. "Did you do this to yourself...?"

🗡The concern in his eyes intensified, and his voice dropped to a soft, gentle murmur. "Are there more?"

🗡 His fingers instinctively reach out—

🗡 He gently drew them into a tight embrace, holding them close against his chest, his body warm and firm against theirs. "Nevermind. You don't have to say a word. I'm here for you."

🗡 "You know, scars aren't all bad. They're reminders that you've survived, that you're stronger than you give yourself credit for…. Just promise me you won't do it again. Those scars... they don't belong on you."

𝓜𝓱𝓲𝓷

🕊 Mhin's demeanor would change the moment they'd spot their scars

🕊 They’d hesitate only momentarily before walking up to them, yanking any fabric away and inspecting them

🕊 "How old are they?" They’d ask, their voice a bit softer compared to their earlier attitude.

🕊 They’re just.. staring at them, the gears in their head clearly turning. Mhin looked quite… shocked, like they’d seen a ghost roaming the streets of Eridia.

🕊 “You did this on purpose,” they concluded. "Were you trying to…?" Their voice is careful, treading on thin ice.

🕊 For once, they ignored their pride and went with something their heart was telling him to do instead of their head; They soaked a cloth in the disinfectant eyes flickering back up to their ace before carefully bringing it to the scars. They worked silently, cleaning the wounds with surprisingly gentle touch before wrapping them in bandages once done.

🕊 “Who drove you to it?”

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓮

✦ Ỳ̶̡̮̜̙̑̈́͆̄̌̾̈́̔̚͘ͅỏ̸̢̨̖̺̦̫̀͊̏̊͝u̷͚̜̟̟̪͎͙͂́̉̑̌̀̊̔̄̾̌͝r̴̨̞̪̽͋̌͜ ̵̧̡̞̺͔̖̳̱̗͈̩̟͛͋͜ͅͅs̷͈̯͊̀̃́̿̿c̶̨̨̜͈͙͈̱̀̑́̎ą̴̙̞̟̰̙͓̫̽͑r��̢̢̡̙̭͖̦̝̺̮̄͑̍͛̓͗̂̿̂̿̓̒̈́̕ṣ̵́̈́̉̋̂̏͛̐̂̑͊̾́̕̕.̴̖̤̱͙̀̀ ̴̢̧͇̮͈̥̮̲͈̫̓̄̔̋ͅ

✦ It's unexpected. He is really close to them—too close for comfort. So close that they're able to feel the heat of his breath.

✦ His face is calm, almost emotionless, but there is something like deep thoughtfulness in his eyes and a little bit of irritation that he is clearly trying to conceal. 

✦ "A lot of them..." His voice is quiet, almost a whisper. There's something strange in his tone. "Who did that?" They feel his rough fingers on their skin, his touch not gentle, but not as harsh and cold as they'd expect. He seems tense now, looking at them with a kind of coldness that they hadn't seen from him before.

✦ He suddenly makes a quiet huffing sound, as if he's almost sneering. “What a waste.” He mutters and he finally steps back a little, his gaze still on their scars. “Stupid… What was even the point?” It’s something like a sincere question, that came out without him realizing it.

✦ He’s clearly trying to figure something out, staring them down, observing every muscle, twitch and every subtle movement

✦ “Was it worth it?”

[mawrrbid]

Touchstarved incorrect quotes as shit I and my friends said (without any context) - pt.7

pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.3 - pt.4 - pt.5 - pt.6

✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦

Leander: I can't wait to play homosexuals with you!

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Ais: I love that horny brain of yours.

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MC: I turned old today. Kuras: Happy womb eviction day. :)

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Leander (drunk): Mhin didn’t drink tonight! Vere (even more drunk): LIL BITCH! Mhin: Fuck off, whore!

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MC: Go to Hell! Ais: Are you suggesting I should go back to my country?

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Kuras (concerned): Would you like a cookie? MC: I mostly need antidepressant... MC: But space cookies would do the trick! Kuras: MC no-

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Vere (probably talking about Mhin): They're small and weird! Vere: Just like dicks...

[mynicknameisgasoline]

touchstarved notes

Touchstarved notes

9:29 - Started playing super excited and kind of scared I might get really into this and actually die…

9:31 - Is the Touchstarved logo now redesigned to be cracked also i LOOOOOVE the red colored font

9:35 - RIP traveler

9:36 - Kuras saying ‘Do not be afraid’ and also being a fallen angel is so funny

9:42 - OOOHH!!!! I LIKE THE ROOM EHEHEHE Also we don’t meet Vere until later nice! (I actually like Vere for some reason???)

9:45 - “How’d you know that I spent all my money, starved, and nearly died in a swamp just so I could crawl into bed with the frosty thirsty monster I met?” OKAAAAY MC ATE THAT SHIT UPPPP

9:47 - Vere says he underestimated us but is interrupted. I saw a tumblr post saying that Mhin and MC are the same bc they’re also cursed and that maybe MC is turning into a Soulless? Like half soulless???  Idkkk

9:50 - So instead of the old woman or whatever it's now a little girl named Iris??? Cool

9:52 - Ais is so fucking fine im not even joking like wtffffff

9:56 - I fucking love Princess so much its not even funny like i want a pet so badly but im literally allergic

9:57 - I really like the music

9:58 - HAHA WTF I DIED?

9:58 - I actually love Mhin so much bro like they’re such a badass also are they a scientist?

9:59 - I LOVE THAT THE DIFFERENT BACKGROUNDS YOU CHOOSE FROM GIVE YOU DIFFERENT OPTIONS TO CHOOSE TOO AGHHH YESSSS

10:01 -THEY GREW UP HERE???? ALRIGHT HELL YEAH MORE BACKSTORY FOR MHIN EHEHEHEHEH!!!!! 

10:03 - I’m pretty sure they all fucked at some point… I just have a feeling… Idk why 😅

10:04 - Do you think pomegranate wine or whatever tastes good?

10:05 - I just noticed, are Ais’s knuckles bruised in the CG where they’re all at the bar????

10:07 - OHHH SHITT FUCK HIM UPPP AIS OKAYYY PROTECT UR GIRLLL (yes i refer to mc as a different person then me)

10:08 - “Got eyes in the back of my head” You mean that octopussy guy Ais???

10:12 - “Sometimes it frizzes up when you-” Already proving my point about everyone at the bar fucking each other Ais… Except Mhin. I headcanon them as Demisexual.

10:13 - Ais talks about how Kuras could have worn his heart on his sleeve in the past so… Maybe he fell in love with a mortal and that's what caused him to be a fallen angel??? Or is he still an angel??? So much lore… So many theories…

10:14 - Does Ais just nickname he finds interesting/people who have sought him out for the seaspring as birds??? Cause he calls Mhin ‘Dove’.

10:16 - OCUDEUS IS THE OCTOPUSSY GUY RIGHT???

[aevellewritessometimes]

TS OCs Part One

Note: Not only can I not draw, I also do not have the tools necessary to make art anyway! Therefore, I am just going to use a Picrew for my OCs and just type everything else :)

Jireh; Wayward Prophet

Playlist: YouTube {} YT Music

Full Backstory: TBA

Physical Description:

Height: 5'11" (180cm).

Many scars all over body---especially on back and torso.

Figure skater build with a bit of fat.

Fake gold jewelry.

Right eye is just completely missing. There's nothing but a socket under that eyepatch.

Character Bio:

Pronouns: They/Them

Day of Birth: February 12th

Celebrated Birthday: May 19th

Personality: Spiritless Wanderer

Likes: Sunlight, sleeping in, writing poetry (badly), gold jewelry, fluffy things

Dislikes: Judgemental people, bad food, the smell of blood, confined spaces

Fatal Flaw: Tendency to overestimate themself, and will inflict themself with harsh punishments when they fail to meet their own standards.

Other: Mildly allergic to cats, but will pet them anyway.

"Pain is just as inevitable as death."

Narrative Description:

Eridia's seen its fair share of strangers, and Jireh is no exception. Those who make it past their initial abrasiveness find them to be quite empathetic, even if they have a very unconventional way of showing it. Oddly enough, they have a bit of a knack for knowing more about others than they let on---their time spent in their old cult causing them to be particularly susceptible to others in terms of emotions and magic, among other things. It's an unfortunate ability to have, however, when it comes to someone being affected by their curse.

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Jireh believes themself to be a danger to those around them, and not just because of their curse. Their initial plan was to simply find a cure to their curse, and then leave everything behind in search of a fresh start. That was, until their options started to become much more complicated than what they initially anticipated, and now they're conflicted on whether or not they should leave or stay. As far as they're concerned, both options lead to suffering, but which is worse; to just get it over with, or to put it off until later?

Reasons for Attraction:

(Why are they attracted to each LI?)

Kuras: His kindness. If kindness is a rarity in Eridia, then it's practically nonexistent to Jireh. Although Kuras's nature is an oddity to them, it is something they would like to get used to, if given a chance.

Leander: His acceptance. When the cultists learned on the true nature of their curse, they were tossed out like waste from a chamberpot. When the one person they truly considered a friend learned of exactly what their curse does to people, she immediately tried to put them down as if they were a rabid animal. When Leander was made of aware of their curse, he welcomed them with open arms---literally and figuratively. They're somewhat wary of his acceptance, but they can't deny how nice it is to not feel ostracized for once.

Vere: His ears and tail. There's many things about Vere that caught Jireh's interest, but they are, first and foremost, a sucker for soft things.

Ais: His enigmatic nature. Although Jireh is used to---and somewhat tired of---assholes who either can't be or are unwilling to be anything other than vague, Ais isn't nearly as easy to read as they thought he'd be. Maybe it's something about how he cared so much about the first impression he left on them, as opposed to just scaring the shit out of them for fun.

Mhin: Their reactiveness. Jireh is a tease and Mhin is very reactive to teasing. While there are more reasons for Jireh to find them likable further down the road, Mhin's reactiveness is certainly one of the first things to draw them in.

Stats:

Strength: 3

Luck: 1

Wisdom: 1

Pain Tolerance: 4

Guilt: 5

Lore:

No matter how terrible a situation, there will always be someone around to try and make themself superior while making everyone else's life much worse. The citizens of Balos*, a small beach-side village, are no strangers to this; thanks to a cult that had been established somewhere nearby.

The cultists worshiped a strange god; one that brings suffering and rewards the resilient. At first, they weren't much of a problem; just some preachers who could easily be ignored. It wasn't until they had raided a dying man's house and taken his two supposedly "blessed" children that they came into any true power.

Recently, the townsfolk have noticed an influx of runaway cultists crying about how everything they believed was a lie. While the locals were happy to see that their tormentors were falling apart in front of their eyes, there was also fear for what those remaining might do in order to regain their power.

Flower:

*got the name from a Filipino town name generator

Mallow

Protection

Healing

Tranquility

Mallows are some of the few flowers to be favored by both the superstitious and the realists. Their supposed ability to cleanse a soul of its suffering and their proven ability to relieve pain make them a common sight in the gardens of both priests and doctors alike.

Name(s):

Meaning: "The Lord will provide"

Full Birth Name: Jude Malvar

Meanings: Jude: "Praised". Malvar: "Mallow plant".

Other/Past Name(s): N/A

Meaning(s): N/A

Other: They hate their name, but due to the practices of the cult they were raised in, they were not allowed to use their birth name. They cannot remember what it was, either. However, even if they did know their birth name, they also wouldn't like it simply because they wouldn't like the way it sounded.

Miscellaneous:

Voice: Something that's somewhat similar to Dreyla Alor (VA: Carole Ruggier)'s voice from Skyrim, except a bit raspier and less feminine. If that makes sense.

Culture/Language(s): The town they were born in loosely resembled post Spanish colonial Philippines, and their family spoke the TS universe equivalent of Tagalog. However, once they were taken in by the cult, they were forced to leave that culture and language behind. Although the cultists have biblical names, none of their beliefs line up with any abrahamic religions. I also do not know if there are any real world religions that I could compare their reliefs to. The most similar fictional religion, however, would be the worshipers of Molag Bal from the TES games. The cultists had their own language, but all members were expected to learn the common tongue as well.

Age: They think they're 26, but they're actually 27.

Talents: They have a lovely singing voice which they are fully unaware of. They are also capable of beating someone to death.

Extra: Very good at masking. Unaffected by hot weather. Afraid of Ais's "pets." Sometimes teases Mhin for their height. Somewhat put off by how Kuras and Leander do things "for free." Mediocre alcohol tolerance. Not a virgin; versatile leaning towards sub and a switch. Colorblind (tritanopia). Will sometimes sneeze if they're too close to Vere.

[golddust-enby]

Another Poll (because I torture myself- now in Touchstarved flavor because of the demo)

This poll is more loose than the yandere one, admittedly. This one's just more of curiosity on what you guys think sounds more interesting on Touchstarved-inspired perfume ideas. It's just something for fun, since the hamster wheel in my brain started turning from the updated demo.

Sadly, most of the flowers symbolizing these days didn't have notes available, BUT I decided to stick a booze to each of them. Listing the names, characters, notes, and inspirations below.

Demon Renegade (Ais): cinnamon leaf, whiskey, saltwater, dried flowers, leather, mahogany, red musk, smoke

Inspiration: Well, I wanted to give him something similar to fireball whiskey. The saltwater, dried flowers, and mahogany are for his home at the Seaspring. I think, if I remember right, MC describes him as smelling like leather and smoke, so those are in, and the red musk is for Vibes.

Heroic Mage (Leander): fizz, lily, green apple, smoked cognac, rosewater, rice pudding, juniper, musk

Inspiration: The fizz and green apple are for Leander's spell during his introduction (along with the lily, technically, and it's one of the few character flowers to have a note available, though I tend to be wary of lily perfumes). The smoked cognac and juniper felt like it would be a fun bit of class to toss in, with him being a mage with some history regarding the Senobium. Since he tries to tempt MC with the prospect of rosewater rice pudding, I had to put that in (which ended up making me rethink some of his notes for this stuff to work) and the musk is to give a skin-like smell, since he's one of the few characters to manage some hand touching.

Inspiration: This is another one I was playing with a bit. Vere seems like a sparkling wine fan, considering that champagne he pulled out, so he got some white prosecco, along with bourbon soaked cherry for extra booze. Got some caramel velvet and fiery amber for more warmth. The steel and animalic musk are probably the most given notes for him, considering how he's stuck in chains by the Senobium and has fox-like Monster traits.

Chained Charlatan (Vere): white prosecco, bourbon soaked cherry, caramel velvet, cardamom, fiery amber, steel, animalic musk

Cursed Outsider (Mhin): creme de menthe, coffee bean, blackberry, milk bread, vanilla snowflake, old books, icy metal

Inspiration: Mint seems to somewhat fit Mhin in my mind, so I went for some creme de menthe with coffee bean for their Soulless hunts. The blackberry, milk bread, and vanilla snowflake feel like fun treat smells they'd appreciate, even if they may not say it, but I'll admit that it's extremely No Thoughts, Just Vibes of me. The old books and icy metal double back to their studies and fights with Soulless.

Repentant Angel (Kuras): gin, magnolia, honey, saffron, clean cotton, golden sandalwood, Egyptian musk

Inspiration: Gin as the choice is also based on Vibes. I feel like choosing something botanical, to go with his magnolia, feels right. Clean cotton for bandages needs to be there, I think. The honey, saffron, golden sandalwood, and Egyptian musk all sound warm and comforting to me; given Kuras' constant work to help people, I can't help but feel that it's the image he'd like.

[aiscapades]

ts m5 as cinderella's castle songs!

🐸 come along with me to bog's hollow for a side quest ♡

leander — facade, neon vere — step on your grave, watch ais — last forever, ash to ash mhin — castle on a hill, cursed crazy kuras — ever after, trappings of starlight

explanations:

leander

facade: this is the MOST LEANDER song EVER. and it's a fucking BANGER!! i am screaming this at you. this is THE song of this whole musical. it's the evil stepmother SERVING CUNT on a silver platter talking about how she skins humans in order to wear their flesh as disguises for her & her daughters. did you know that's the plot of this muscial?? do you see why it's so leander??? i'm shaking you by the shoulders way too hard. the line "i don't forget my roots / i just pluck them out of the shit" is leander turning away from his wealthy upbringing to rebuild from the ground up in lowtown. "i look good in this / my facade won't let down / no one notices that my soul is inside out" LEANDERRR YOU ARE A SICK TWISTED MAN. "my truth is skin-deep and oblique" HE'S FULL OF SECRETS DO YOU KNOW THIS "i'm good to play the part / until i break your heart" HE'S GOING TO USE YOU. HE'S ALREADY USING YOU. YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO BE INTO HIM HE'S ALREADY PUPPETING YOU. YOU'RE ALREADY PLAYING INTO HIS LONG CON. YOU'RE ALREADY FUCKED MAN YOU SHOULDNT HAVE LOOKED IN HIS DIRECTION. "i'll try it on / i'll take it for a spin" he will play whatever role he needs to in order to get what he wants. this whole song is his villain monologue if he was a contestant on rupaul's drag race. does that make sense (??) neon: this song is soo leander seeing mc across the bar and being enraptured at first sight. i had assigned it to ais at first, which still works, but i moved it to leander bc 1. the actual imagery reminds me of leander presenting mc with the magic lily :) and 2. well it kinda has sub vibes if you really read into the lyrics. for example: "radiate my life / burn me with your fire / bend my space and time / let me be your martyr" leander's got ulterior motives for sure, but he'll let you use him a lil bit too if you know what i mean.. "you know i will not ever sleep at night" firstly, leander doesn't sleep, he's chugging monster and sucking the life essence out of orphans. or something. the second part "you walk in lookin' like a neon light / no sense in turning you off" read to me like leander sitting back and observing mc in order to further plot and plan.. there's no need to directly make mc do anything. he's not gonna outright force mc to stop seeing the other LIs. but he will always be watching from the sidelines to see if you take his advice, heed his warnings. y'know the old adage about how abusive men want a submissive woman but they always go after those who are independent in order to break them down. it's giving me that. leander is fascinated by mc and is absolutely gonna pull some strings, but he's also content just keeping an eye on them for now. controlling them in subtle ways. seeing how this plays out. i should probably mention this song is the prince singing about being bewitched by ella's magical disguise, but he's just a gross pervert and isn't actually looking for love. so there's inherently ulterior motives in the song due to the narrative; it's not a genuine love song, and i think that's why i ultimately decided to assign this to leander instead of ais (THAT'S NOT A DISS OK)

vere

step on your grave: rebellious teenage girl vere makes a comeback :) this is a "i want that bitch dead" song that i think fits vere's relationship with his handlers and the senobium. it opens with ella talking about how her life was meant to go as the daughter of a respected family: "i was raised to be appraised / path was paved, dress was made" which parallels how vere was once revered as a god. he was once looked up to, feared, worshipped. he was once something, but now he's reduced to a mere hunting dog. in the song, ella is preparing food for her stepmother & sisters, but given they are trolls, the ingredients are pretty nasty, from frog guts to entire cats to maggot soup. she's disgusted and sick of this routine, which i think is a bit like vere getting sick of having to consume all these low-quality, tasteless souls... i can't imagine what he's hunting gives him much satisfaction at this point. mc was probably the yummiest yet. anyway, ella goes on to fantasize about putting her stepmother in a grave. "'cause i wish you nothin' but defeat / and i want nothin' for you but the least / and i know you're wishing i'd be sweet and behave / i want to step on your grave" AMENNN vere deserves to stomp his handlers imo watch: maybe i'm too presumptious when it comes to these things, but i only know so much about these characters and my mind definitely assigns certain tropes to them. vere gets rebellious teenage girl and :) girlboss sadism <3. if it's cunty and freaky and dark, it's vere to me. this song is all those things. it's stepmother severing ella's foot (à la the grimm cinderella tale) while she's forced to watch and feel alllll the pain & fear. very reminiscent of vere hunting and consuming mc alive <3 the song opens "my god, you're so lucky / for me to appear in your life / you were itching for a thrill / something to catch your eye" which reminds me of how vere seduces(?) people? i'm thinking of the trailer scene with all the hands grabbing at him. either way, he certainly uses his good looks and charming wit to take down people's guard, and he pities easy prey. "i want you to watch / watch what happens / ... i want you to watch what i'm doing / the gore is half the thrill / the searing pain within you / won't go away until / you watch." idk i think vere should stomp his handlers lmaooo. i would love to see him break free from his chains and become a venerated god once again. "pain will come before pleasure / and the pleasure will be mine" i hope so pookie <3

ais

last forever: WALK WITH ME WALK WITH ME this song is right after ella learns her childhood friends will be visiting in order to attend the upcoming ball, and for the first time in so long, ella will be able to feel like a normal person again. she can sing and dance and chitchat and wear her pretty dresses and not have to worry about being the servant of monstrous trolls. she sings about how she hopes this feeling lasts forever. "i've been thinking about this day as long as i remember / and i've been dreaming about how i can make it last / if i close my eyes i can see the best in front of me / ... this day will last forever" now i'm putting emphasis on that last line because, unfortunately, her two childhood friends do come to stay.. as skinsuits for her stepsisters. she wanted so badly to pretend everything is okay when it just never was and never could be. to me, this is like ais, burdened by loneliess, entering the pact with ocudeus thinking he'll never have to be alone again, but instead entering his own living nightmare. the faces of ella's childhood best friends twisted over the form of bloodthirsty trolls = the dozens of mangled voices echoing in ais's head at all times. ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME HERE?? you still got what you wanted! your expectations for it were just too high. ash to ash: ok so this is my favorite song. no it's not bc it has my name. no im not emotionally attached to cinderella she's not my favorite princess bc of the ash/cinder thing. why are you accusing me of such things im trying to MAKE A MUSICAL ANALYSIS TUMBLR POST FOR TOUCHSTARVED THE GAME. anyway this song is fucking awesome and i first associated it with kuras bc it's sung by a goddess and has lots of fire/starlight imagery which imo is biblical. but honestly? i thought abt it more and i changed my mind. it's for ais. at this point in the musical, ella accidentally summons the fairy queen of sweet dreams through the blood of her fallen friends and the righteous fury in her heart. the god asks ella what she desires, and ella tamely responds that she wishes for the world to be a good place. the goddess is offended by this lie and tells ella to share her true feelings. ella responds that she actually wants revenge, and the goddess is pleased to hear this, singing "it all turns to ash and ash / and dust to dust / there's nothing left but a vengeful lust / ... when the light goes out / only fire is just." she uses her power to bestow gifts and blessings upon ella in order for her to achieve this desire, much like how ocudeus bestows ais with power to serve a greater purpose. the fairy queen isn't afraid to give ella all she needs to destroy her enemies. she wants ella to achieve her deepest desire, no matter how much bloodshed that may cost. she almost seems to revel in the thought of bloodshed. she tells ella, "i forge you these three gifts / for your just intention / against your opposition / use them." ella asks "wisely?" and the fairy queen corrects, "hardly." this just reminded me of ocudeus wanting ais to know he's allowed to hurt others, recruit others, do whatever he wants for the greater purpose. these eldritch gods are gifting them power and they want it to be used. "a god will see that your enemies run."

mhin

castle on a hill: this opening song of the muscial is representative of the senobium's perception to outsiders and those desperate for the secrets within, like mhin or even mc. "there's a castle on the hill as the story goes / and it watches over us from across the moat / there are tales in those halls / are they true or are they tall?" the ivory tower senobium lords over its citizens with secrecy, much like the eponymous castle on the hill; with this power and secrecy comes speculation on what goes on behind the walls. this song is the townsfolk recounting theories and stories while wondering if the castle would ever let them in to see for themselves. "it watches us from its looming tower... i worship its sheer size / oh, the ballads it must hide / i need to know, will i ever know?" the first mc sees of mhin (in the demo) is them trying to scale the walls and enter the senobium. we know they want inside but we can only guess what for (a cure? answers? revolution?) and, similar to mc or other unknowing outsiders, they seem to idealize whatever the senobium holds. maybe they know something we don't, or maybe they're just holding out hope that the senobium will live up to its mythologized reputation. cursed crazy: i have a lot of sympathy for mhin's curse situation, which is why i love any kind of angst for them. sorry <3 this song is all the townsfolk ostracizing ella for having gone mad after the death of her parents. nobody believes what ella claims, and she seems batshit crazy with all the talk of murder plots and trolls in skinsuits. "cursed or crazy? / ... the guilt she's got, she's overwrought / that paranoid look, like the town is talking behind her back / lock her away! / destined to join her mother at the stake / weird and eccentric / completely estranged!" mhin is overly cautious about getting close to other people and prefers to keep solo, probably for a lot of reasons, but most notably i think they fear hurting innocent people above all else. they would already be ostracized because of their monstrosity but they choose it for themself anyway, so they're doubly alone. in the demo, you get the sense others almost blame mhin for being such a recluse (like leander trying to get them to open up, or vere teasing them) but we know there are definitely underlying reasons why mhin would rather keep to themself. i think this dynamic reflects ella's perspective in the song with all the townsfolk looking down on her, oblivious to the horrorific reasoning. there are also the lines "when fighting your demons alone / you know you're fucked or fated / destiny couldn't be sicker / whether you want it or not" which gives the doomed by the narartive vibes i associate with mhin.

kuras

ever after: he who is laden with guilt and must repent,, i bestow upon him this song about not knowing if you will achieve (or even deserve) a happy ending. "just as the rain might fall / i've been bracing for years / has living with pain / eroded the last of my fears? / am i ready?" if a beautiful angel lived centuries on earth in order to make up for mistakes in heaven,, would he no longer fear his demise? would he acquiesce just as humans do to mortality? would he accept his punishment and finally free himself of all the guilt just so he may die in peace? "kings rise, kings fall / ... is it my time, or was it long ago? / will it ever after happily? / or will it all turn to dust?" or will he get to live, free of penance, finally? orrrrr will the harbiger of chaos and ruin make a return as the world succumbs to biblical destruction? you tell me (also a bunch of lyrics from other songs make a reappearance, which to me is fitting for kuras since he seems to be a pretty neutral touchstone for all the Lis in one way or another) trappings of starlight: strangely fitting how we're ending on the last full song of the musical ... well trappings of starlight is a "we won!" song with an heavy, underlying sadness for those that couldn't make it to the end. it also has some symbolism from ash to ash that fits well for kuras if you recall what i said about that in ais's section. "in trappings of starlight / all of the people / will get back together now / sunset and sunrise / fearsome and regal / ashes belie a crown" i think sunset & sunrise, fearsome & regal are apt descriptions for an angel, and even more than that, ashes belie a crown is soooo holy hellfire to me. the trappings of starlight is ella's dress crafted from the last flickering light in the eternal dark, infused with magic (and very irradiated glass coded) and due to this, when the prince tries to remember her face after the ball, he can only see fire and starlight. much like if you happened to encounter an angel! "i know you're worthy / for what we've been through / an unforgiving journey / but we've arrived at the truth" doesn't kuras just want to be worthy? of love, of forgiveness, of hope? i think he feels very removed from these rather ordinary things, whether bc of his extraordinary nature or because he was deemed unworthy of them in the past. whatever the case may be, i think this song fits him well. "gracious and lethal / lifting the heavy crown" like that's just kuras. "my love will be fierce! / and your love will be missed" is because mc will perish long before kuras ever will, just as all the others that preceeded them... but he won't love mc with any less conviction, with any less heart.

[toxintouch]

Lovent Theories off the top of my head...

⟡ Mhin is not from Lovent, but they DID contract their curse there. "Anything for the pursuit of knowledge..." Perhaps Mhin had only intended to go there for study and they unwittingly brought Something Else back...

Title tag is #lost expeditions... Mhin went to Lovent with loved ones and is the lone survivor of the expedition?? No one has ever made it back except for Mhin?

⟡ Mhin is from Lovent but...

"In a bygone era,"

Is Mhin just...very old? An extended lifespan due to their curse?

Or maybe the whole city got swallowed up the the Shroud and there were some dimension time shenanigans...? The city ended up in a halfway point? And the city is actually still inhabited, but has been in a perpetual state of Zombie Appocalypse Fogfall. Silent Hill...?? am I describing Silent Hill? Mhin fought to escape and that is when Kuras finds and help them?

⟡ Did they learn something about the Senobium while in Lovent? Is that why they are so determined, so sure that what they need is inside?

[badly-written-stuff]

Sheep in Wolf's Clothing — Mhin x Monster!Reader (2/?)

context: reader is a monster, possesses ears and a tail; reader is at least a couple hundred of years old, but has amnesia; they recently began working with Kuras at the clinic.

cw: possibly ooc; thirsting over Mhin (creep) and getting rejected (lol).

Yep. You do have a death wish, actually.

It's been weeks since your last acquaintance with Mhin and time for your apology was quickly running out... Haha, no, not exactly.

Dramaticism aside, the longer you've spent just... moving on with your life, the fainter Mhin's smell has grown around the clinic.

It seemed that whatever evaluating Mhin has conducted has long since ended and you've achieved only the highest of grades. Lucky you!

However, it didn't actually bring you any closure, only made you feel more... guilty. Perhaps you did want a violent confrontation. We already established you had a death wish, after all.

Hence, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that on a particular day, once the morning crowd had settled and the streets grew more quiet, you were quick to abandon Kuras and rush to track Mhin down.

You really were beginning to give Kuras a headache of a century, especially after randomly rushing outside without as much as a single word. You're lucky he adored you.

Tracking Mhin wasn't particularly hard, not with your enhanced sense of smell. Ultimately, their piss-poor excuses of checking in on Kuras had helped you tremendously, as you only had to (awkwardly) sniff around the entrance for a solid minute or so before a familiar scent graced your nostrils.

Bingo.

Locked on target, you followed the trace like a thirsty man in a desert, craving but a single sip from an oasis he could not reach. Your desperation only grew after many twists and turns later, finally sensing them more... clearly.

Now that you were sober enough to think, the way they smelled was... nice, actually. Pleasant. Intoxicating, even.

It was... heady and nectarous — jasmine tinged with vanilla. So deliciously sweet and alluring, like a forbidden fruit that drove you in for a bite. Yet, instead of sweet nectar, all that you were left with was metallic taste. Blood.

Yes... despite the sweet aroma, one smell stood above all. It was a surprise your mind refused to register it up until now. It was the smell of blood. Not of humans, no, but the brainless fools you knew as the Soulless.

Indeed, Mhin was like a forbidden fruit, a distant oasis, and perhaps that was the reason you crossed the dangerous lines drawn by the outcast. You found them alluring, craving that sip, that bite...

Aaalright, gotta stop being a creep there, bud.

They're here.

You've managed to catch them in a middle of patrol around the general area the Senobium scholars would frequent. Probably... Hell if you knew.

The point was they were there, and you wanted to apologize. It was none of your business what business they had with the scholars. Even if you were painfully aware of their curse.

"Mhin!"

They visibly tense up, whipping their head around to stare at you in bewilderment, mouth slightly agape. Why were you here? For a moment, you could spot misery in their eyes as their face scrunched up in irritation. They are not happy to see you.

You barely muster a sound before Mhin harshly turns on their heels and walks away, throwing you obvious hints they want you to piss off. Too bad. You ran after them. Funnily enough, they don't say anything once you catch up, resorting to ignorance to your presence.

The first thing that flies out of your mouth is an apology, for wounding them and possibly giving them a scare. It's... awkward considering you can see, gods, even hear, their jaw tense, teeth grinding one against the other in an almost painful squeeze. An intense glare is cast your way, a wish of nothing more than to dive that pristine blade straight into your heart, yet... they don't.

Instead, all you receive was a scoff. Somehow, the reaction stung, immobilizing you for long enough for Mhin to pick up their pace and disappear down the path and behind a building.

You knew tracking them would be pointless now, they've purposely have taken a path to the direction of Amaryllis District. A vile place full of many distinct smells. Even in broad daylight, they would slip past your fingers like grain of sand if you attempted to catch them.

You really were like a man in a middle of a desert.

Your shoulders fell in disappointment. Whatever you had foreseen to happened was quickly scrapped and tossed away, leaving you with a bitter taste in your mouth. No answers, no affirmations. Hell, you would've even accepted an insult or two.

But silence? Somehow, it was worse than the pain of that shiny blade of theirs.

For moment, you wallowed in self-pity, standing still like you've sprouted roots and became one with Nature.

Did you say something wrong? Was this all one giant mistake? Will they hate you forever now? Were they scared of you?

So many questions, yet not enough answers, and as more and more confusion piled onto your shoulders, a sudden... surge of determination reached you.

No, you won't allow them to just ignore you forever. You'll approach them, talk to them, and have a normal conversation if that'll be the last thing you do in this cursed city.

With a slight flick of your tail, you physically dusted off any negative thoughts and feeling, eagerly turning on your heels to return back to Kuras and the clinic, a slight hint of spring in your step.

It didn't matter how long it'll take, you're going to think of a way to approach Mhin in the most appropriate of ways and display your sincerest apology.

Truly, you were not just suicidal, but stupid. Good job.

A stupid fool aiming to reach that impossible goal. To bite off more than they can chew and get smitten by gods for testing Fate.

What can you say? It was in your nature to be kind to all those around and out of all the people you've met in Eridia... Mhin seemed like someone who needed to be shown some kindness the most.

And you'll be damned if you didn't continue to try your best in befriending them, bad blood or not. The hesitation to attack was enough of evidence to convince you that approaching them again, perhaps in a more appropriate way, would be enough to crack just a slightest crack in Mhin's defenses. So, honestly, you were more than prepared to try again.

So, with enough determination to part mountains, you had carved this newfound goal onto your bones. A single cheer of confirmation passing through your thick, thick skull:

You can do it!

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[vermilionsun]

Raaahhh, I LOVE your writing for Touchstarved!! May I request headcanons of Mhin being in love with MC? 👉 👈

Keep up the amazing work!! 🫶

YAAAAAA Thank you smmmm <33

Disclaimer! They/Them for MC because we love inclusivity!

🕊 “...oh no.”

🕊 The realisation hit them so hard. They were in love. So completely undeniably in love that it took their breath away, with no way to deny it.

🕊 Mhin facepalmed. “Why them?!”

🕊 Their thoughts began to spiral. They were acutely familiar with the consequences of falling for someone; the overwhelming emotions, the vulnerability, the risk of losing themselves...

🕊 Yet every time they spoke or smiled or brushed past them, Mhin’s heart leaped, despite their efforts to remain indifferent.

🕊 (Yes, they’re pathetic, and yes, they know that already; don’t remind them..)

🕊 Conflict brewed within Mhin. They wanted to keep their distance, to protect themselves and the MC from the looming threat within them. But at the same time, they couldn't help but crave more moments together, more chances to bask in their light, hear that laugh that made their heart race, feel the cotton bandages against their skin…

🕊 Mhin tried to rationalise their feelings, convincing themselves that it was just a passing attraction.

🕊 But against their better judgement, Mhin found themselves drawn to the MC, like a moth to a flame, and they silently chastised themselves for their growing affection.

🕊 It's foolish for one to fall for another when they themselves are a ticking time bomb. It's like standing too close to a flame when you're covered in gasoline—sooner or later, something is going to ignite. It's only a matter of time before the truth comes out and the consequences of their past actions catch up to them. The risk of getting burned is high, and the fallout from their actions could be downright catastrophic.

🕊 Unpleasant memories resurfaced, tugging at the edges of their consciousness. Mhin tried to push them aside, but the memories refused to be ignored. The weight of their guilt and shame pressed heavily on their shoulders as scenes from Lovent flickered through their mind like an old, worn-out film reel—moments of the pain they had caused w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ w̶a̶s̶ o̶u̶t̶ o̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ c̶o̶n̶t̶r̶o̶l̶.

🕊 It all came crashing back in a relentless wave of emotions, and Mhin clutched their head as if trying to keep their thoughts from spilling over.

🕊 But now, with the MC, a flicker of hope flared within them. The idea that maybe, just maybe, this time could be different. That maybe they could find someone who could love them despite their monstrous flaw.

🕊 How could they have let themselves fall so deeply?

[aressapereaude]

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Some thoughts on Mhin from Touchstarved because I'm a bit insane today!

I can't stop thinking about this. RedSpringStudio revealed in one of their tumblr posts that Lovent was the first city lost to Fogfall. Possibly even the first place the Fogfall descended. They've also stated that humans have gone through the shroud, there are just no document cases of them surviving.

The key word here is DOCUMENTED. As in, having records of it. And we know some records have been destroyed by the Senobium, or by other people.

How old is Mhin? And what exactly are they? If Mhin is from Lovent like this implies then they must be insanely old. And if they escaped the carnage but gained a curse in the process, does that imply that some of the monsters were people? What if the Soulless are people that were taken into the shroud and changed? What if that's how Mhin got their curse? Half transformed, but not all the way, just in time to break free and flee?

That must have been horrible.

Also, the fact that monsters (and angels cough cough Kuras) can have intercourse with humans..? Do they breed? Are they capable of reproducing? MC was born with their curse, "not quite monster, not quite human." What the fuck is going on???? I'm so confused in the best way possible. I have so many thoughts and NONE of them make sense, but when I put them all in a pile together, lopsided and creased they form a picture and I don't know what it is yet but I can see the outlines and shading of something that ever so slightly almost makes sense.

I'm freaking tf out.