This is a selfship blog for the most part but not exclusively. If something I like involves self inserts/ oc x canon/dating sims in any way, I prefer to post it here instead of my main.
Mostly reblogs. Can't follow back due to being a sideblog.
Fandoms: Genshin Impact & TOUCHSTARVED
Main F/Os: Illuga (nonsharing) & Aether (hypersharing)
Other characters that I simp for: Lohen, Ga Ming, Lumine, Kuras, Mhin, Vere
doubles/shippers are OK to interact, but I'll likely block if your posts about your yumeship bother me.
Don't repost anything I draw or write please.
dni: minors, anti selfship, anti queer headcanons, people who condone harassment (death threats, etc) over art and/or fanfiction
He's quick to look up from the paperwork he had in hand at the sound of the door opening and closing. Anything to distract him from work, that and he knew those footsteps belonged to you from the moment he heard them.
"Lohen..."
"Oh? What's this? You look pretty tired there bun"
"Mm... Pillow..."
"Pillow?"
"Lap pillow... Wait no, that's not it..."
"No?"
Lohen watches you curiously, an eyebrow raised at the way you spoke. Maybe a little amused at how dazed you looked. You seemed pretty out of it. You must be really tired then. He supposed he could take a little break.
"Come here bun, sit with me"
He easily pulls you to the couch, ready to cuddle you or perhaps lend you his lap like you had mumbled just now but instead you shake your head. Telling him to lay on his stomach instead.
He's curious, but doesn't question you. He'll see himself what you were planning. Maybe you wanted to use him as a body pillow instead? You do enjoy leaning against his back at times. Saying something about how warm and comfy it felt...
But instead of your weight against his back, all he felt was pressure on his ass.
"..."
Let's say when Varka came back to check on Lohen, he wasn't expecting to see you sound asleep and using the vice captain's bum as a pillow. Now that was a first even for the Grandmaster.
"Not a word."
Illuga
His attention immediately shifted to you as soon as he heard you yawn. Watching as you rub your eye sleepily from reading. It was a slow afternoon, and you insisted on accompanying him while he did paperwork. Saying that you could catch up on the book you were reading while he did so.
He doesn't blame you, he too gets drowsy sometimes when it's a quiet afternoon. Perhaps a little nap won't hurt...
"My light? How about we take a break?"
"You sure?"
"Definitely... Make room for me?", he asked softly already walking towards where you sat comfortably on the sofa.
"Would you like to lay down together?"
His smile widens at your nod, but immediately turned confused when you stopped him.
"Actually...I've always wanted to try something"
"Please do tell love"
He wasn't sleepy anymore. Far from it even, all he could feel was the hot blush on his face going up to his ears, and perhaps down to his neck even. And the fact you had made yourself comfortable on using his...bum as a makeshift pillow.
"Mhm... I knew it, Illu's butt is definitely-"
"Please don't finish that sentence..."
"Oh? It seems I may have intruded on something..."
The pure mortified look on Illuga's face when he had seen Flins at the doorway, would've made you laugh if you had saw it.
"M-Mr Flins?!"
"Pardon me, I'll come back at a later time Young Master"
He can't even do anything but hide his tomato red face against the cushion and his arms.
(If he stood up he didn't want to risk you falling off the sofa, he's too sweet that way...)
vere would insist he isn't jealous. He'd laugh, flash that infuriatingly pretty smile, and make some teasing comment about how you're free to talk to whoever you want.
this mf liar.
i don’t think he would mind if someone made a couple flirty comments towards you, but….
if anyone got too flirty with you, that’s another story
he won't interrupt immediately, i think he would perfer to collect information before acting.
instead of openly confronting the other person, he'll try to reclaim your attention.
if you're far away from him, he’ll smirk in your direction, try to beckon you with one finger or maybe blow you a quick kiss if he's feeling cheeky
if you’re close to him tho..
your shoulder’s empty? not anymore! suddenly you feel soft ears brushing against your face and an arm wrapping around your waist (ok dr seuss)
if they don’t get the hint, his smile would become sharper. he’ll talk circles around the person until they realize they’re unmatched and back down
if they don’t back down verse eating good that night
he truly hates how much it affects him. He prides himself on keeping his composure, but jealousy exposes something he'd rather keep buried. It reminds him that there are things beyond his control, and that feeling unsettles him far more than he'd ever admit.
his jealousy is more of a fear thing for him.
vere’s life hasn’t belonged to him in centuries, so having you in his life is. a luxury to him, so just the thought of losing you terrifies him. he doesn't think he deserves the kind of affection you give him. every time you choose him, some part of him quietly waits for the day you'll change your mind. so when someone else catches your eye, even innocently, he believes it might be the end of your relationship.
but we all know vere’s stubborn ass will never tell you that.
instead, he becomes a little quieter afterward. More attentive. He'll remember your favorite drink without asking, brush imaginary lint from your sleeve, linger beside you longer than usual. They're small, almost subconscious ways of reassuring himself that you're still there.
if you notice and ask what's wrong, he'll try to deflect.
the only time he'd admit the truth is in complete privacy.
"I've lost enough things to know how easily they disappear. He pauses, then speaks. "You're one of the few beautiful things I've ever been allowed to keep."
hearing you reassure him doesn't magically erase his fears, but it stays with him. He'll remember your words long after the conversation ends, replaying them whenever doubt starts creeping back in.
over time, his jealousy becomes less about being afraid of losing you to someone else and more about trusting that you'll keep choosing him.
It's not an easy lesson for him but your consistency slowly chips away at years of believing that good things are always temporary.
even after that growth, though, there are moments when he'll catch your hand in his for no particular reason. It's his quiet way of reminding himself that you're still here and that, despite everything, he hasn't lost the person who became one of the brightest parts of his life
TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!!! I HAD FUN WRITING THIS… actually I think this is the first post i’ve done for headcannons
Is it going to be a series yes , yes it is <3 I am just going to draw all of my fav Visual Novel Men and Women and everything in between as Bunnies occasionally. 2/5 from Touchstarved done <3
So basically from what I experienced The Unnamed got extra lines from Kuras and Ais, The Alchemist got more from Mhin and Leader so that's leave The Exile for Vere.
Vere gets hobo hermit MC for himself lol. Also Leander is totally a yandere and in this essay I will-
Alt. version under cut.
Also plz Red spring studio may I have a reference to any senobium uniform for research purposes?
The veggie pot soup/nightwatch soup is always my go-to healing dish nowadays but somehow I keep forgetting the recipe and end up buying onions and tomatoes unnecessarily. I like to think that he'd incorporate them into his cooking and let me help so we can create our own combined signature dish.
fucking hell, it actually got to the point where hiding works from guests doesn't protect them from discord scammers and ai shitheads anymore. they fed my fic to the slop machine...we need a new type of anti ai digital art overlay but for writers
content warnings: top! gn reader, bottom! illuga, trans ftm illuga, some clit play, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting ofc. may be ooc??
— nsfw utc.
"I bet I could do it," You declared, something in the back of your mind begging you to backtrack. But instead, you were keen on your words.
"What?" Illuga questioned, his voice careful.
"I could make you—"
"I heard what you said," Illuga cut you off. "It's just… I don't think I can even do it."
"Well," You spoke in a slow, teasing voice, trying to keep him on his toes. "I could try. If you're willing to, that is."
Oh, he was more than willing. And you wouldn't dare back down on a challenge.
Lying him down on your bed, he was stripped of everything that he wore, his cunt glistening in whatever light there was left, completely on display for you.
And you alone.
Between his opened thighs, you tried getting him comfortable first—your warm hands rubbing along his inner thighs, feeling his muscles tense under your wake, the tips of your fingers grazing along his rough skin.
Flicking your fingers, you draw a line along his soaking wet cunt, a slight note of arousal being left on the tip of your fingers, listening to that wanton whimper escaping from him at the sudden movement.
Your thumb presses firmly against his clit, and he whines—even more so when your thumb rubs slow circles along his clit. His back arches clean off of the bed, his hips rolling into your touch.
"Look at you," You mused, watching as Illuga's head turns slightly to the side. "You're so responsive already."
Illuga dared not to respond to your words. The way he squirmed against your hand said more than enough.
Your thumb moves away from his clit after giving the bundle of nerves a few curious touches, and your fingertips move down along his slit towards his leaking, pulsing entrance.
Your two fingers push deep inside of him, the tightness of his walls enveloping your digits. Illuga tenses up, hissing at the sudden stretch.
"Easy, baby," You soothe, "Relax for me."
And he does. He's trying to relax his body with everything in him, but with your fingers curling and hooking deep inside of him, it's making it harder to do so.
You thrust your fingers slowly inside of him, easing him into the feeling. As you do so, you prostrate yourself in between his legs, and flick your warm tongue against his needy clit, which made him let out a sharp gasp.
Your fingers hook deep inside, the pads of your fingers rubbing into that sweet spot that would make him see the views of Celestia itself, while your tongue rubbed teasing swirls on his aching clit.
Eventually, the pace picks up, and it gets hotter—your two fingers pumping in and out of his sopping cunt relentlessly while your lips were wrapped around his clit, suckling the bundle of nerves with fervor.
Illuga is so, so lost in that pleasure you're giving him—his back arching clean off of the mattress, hand fisted into your hair, just a touch too rough. Rough thighs trembled around your face, and he could practically feel you smirk against his cunt.
"Fuck, please," Illuga breathes, voice almost breathless. He's adorable, and so, so breakable.
You were determined. Determined to make him reach that peak, to make him see stars, and maybe even try to make him gush all over you, until the sheets are stained.
One flick of your fingers and hot tongue was more than enough to make him shiver completely under you. Even as his pleasure crests higher, higher, breathing more ragged, stomach tensing.
You didn't even care about your own pleasure. You needed to prove something, and you needed to show him what you were capable of.
Illuga cries out your name, echoing through the room, reverberating into your ears like a soft melody, he felt himself shake apart under your embrace as his head throws itself back, arching into your touch—
Illuga's orgasm rips through him, waves of intense pleasure washing over his body. Liquid gushed onto your face, and you lapped it up to the best of your ability, staining the sheets below you.
You are sure that the taste in your mouth—his taste—would linger until the next day.
You work Illuga through his orgasm, riding him through his high, slowing your movements, feeling him shake apart under you. His sharp moans would soon melt into shaky breaths, body giving out when you pull away.
You give him a moment to breathe, licking your fingers and lips clean.
"Fuck, that was…" Illuga sighed, "I didn't know I could…"
"Yeah? Well now you do," You taunted. "Told you I could do it."
Illuga scoffed. You smirked. Staring at the long wet spot on the sheets, you don't know how you'll get it clean. Maybe you'll figure it out.
