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Uhm drunk mhin headcanons if nobody asked for it..(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Nobody has! Here ya go (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡

TW: Alcohol (Obvi) Small note: I think it goes without saying, but this ain't romanticising addiction.

🕊 Whatever it is that got them drunk has to be strong.

🕊 Not because they handle alcohol well, no. Mainly because they're used to being hyper-aware of their surroundings and in control of their actions. 

🕊 They are quiet… until they aren’t

🕊 Their normally sharp senses are dulled, their movements clumsy and uncoordinated. They look slightly disheveled and dazed; the edges of their vision’s slightly blurry and their head is swimming.

🕊 *stare…*

🕊 Their glare shifts from cold to something slightly flustered and aloof.

🕊 And even pink flushes against their cheeks — it’s borderline adorable gqbuifcsgbfcu

🕊 They are so squishable

🕊 POUTY

🕊 Definitely more relaxed, easygoing and less threatening — perhaps to the point where they are willing to hold an almost normal conversation with Ais

🕊 If offered anything sketchy they’re give the other a deadpan look that morphs into annoyance.

🕊 They’re not that incapacitated, come on.

🕊 Even if they were, it’s highly unlikely to accept anything that’s not out of Kuras’ hand (force of habit strikes in)

🕊 The only difference would be them talking.

🕊 and I mean talking

🕊 no filter

🕊 Alchemical experiments, anatomy, cats, the stars, whatever’s interesting to them. You just have to smile and nod and they can go until the alcohol wears off or until they’re out cold.

🕊 If Vere tries to mock–flirt, they flirt back

🕊 and then they laugh

🕊 not just giggle, actually, truly laugh. With that beautiful, tinkly “jingle of fairy bells” laugh that rings through the silence.

🕊 Vere is left speechless

🕊 Everyone is stunned

🕊 “Alright, that’s enough drinks for you,” Mama hen Kuras has to intervene.

🕊 w h i n e y

🕊 “I’ll just… just one more? Please?”

🕊 I dare you to say no to those eyes

🕊 I dare you

🕊 Stronger people have been brought down by less

🕊 Next day they lay sprawled across the bed, a hell of a hangover pounding in their head.

🕊 “...I’m fine.”

🕊 They’re not

brain fog is so stupid. Like what do you mean my body is in such rough shape I have nothing but my thoughts but also I can't think?

the original got flagged with no way to appeal it when every contributor is deactivated but I will never let this post die. it's monday and we are getting on it cunts

concept redesigns of Ais and Vere from Touchstarved

I liked the game, the premise is cool, humor is a bit too sexual for me personally but whatever.

The artstyle is also really crisp and clean cut, but the character art is a bit disappointing imo especially with these two. In game the only indicators that theyre monsters is cat ears, red eyes and horns so they dont really stand out as unique from regular humans (which might be intentional, true forms and all that, but if they really wanted to disguise themselves as human why not make it wholly inconspicuous). Their og clothes are also relatively simple for a flamboyant killer and a cult leader so added some pizzazz here.

Biblically accurate machine

i tried to do my own gabv1el fusion,,, maybe i will change it in the future,,

This look sick !

Killing each other during a fight ~

What a beautifull ending that would be

But I think Hakita will do something crazier

i need them kill each other and die together

Touchstarved MC who wanted desperately to learn some kind of healing spell to atone for their cursed hands.

They studied, worked hard, searching until they finally figured out a way to use healing spells without any hand-contact by focusing all the energy into their face.

Touchstarved MC who kneels down the their lover's bleeding side, smothering the edges of the lacerations with gentle kisses, pouring so much glowing love into the battered skin that it makes their lover choke a little bit. Their lips stained red, peering up at their speechless LI like a worshiper in mid prayer.

Touchstarved MC who nuzzles away bruises and scrapes, brushing over the pain with their soft eyelashes and purifying wounds with tears so damn-near holy, that won't stop flowing because MC is so scared that it's not enough. They need to fix and purify the small damages that ail the one they love.

Touchstarved MC who places a protective kiss on their lover's forehead every single morning, knowing the recipient can feel the warmth of the spell. They don't have to speak, they both know what it means. Maybe with Leander is started as a funny way to cure his hangovers, until he realized how long the little spell lasted throughout the day.

Touchstaved MC who replaces the pain of wounds with a deeper, throbbing ache that clings to hearts and takes root like an infection of loneliness and desperation.

I’m a waking hell and the gods grow tired

Guess My Type: Otome Husbando Edition.

Barn Owls

Photos by Ryan Bourbour