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redspringstudio · 3 days
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“Hope. A strange concept, after so long seeing myself as the agent of ruin.”
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lenaffin · 3 days
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Happy belated touchstarved kickstarter anniversary
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kimiro-art · 2 days
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Everytime RSS post something
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grimalkinscribbles · 2 days
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Lil snippet of my current wip
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How long do you think it would take before he forcefully shakes himself awake?
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mhin-t · 3 days
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babygirl 🥰
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eggroll-sama · 3 days
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Kuras brought humanity knowledge, but they took advantage of it and used it to sin (Senobium). Now I’m thinking of the Senobium pushing him to the brink doing some nasty shit in his route, and Kuras literally has a “I don’t care if everything ends now” moment and tries to destroy humanity because he feels he’s responsible for their fate. Not to mention he’s been helping them day and night. He might have grown this intrusive thought in him over the centuries that maybe if he destroyed the source of his suffering, he’ll finally be free.
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strawberry-pockii · 13 hours
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you know what they say about still waters. no. i don't.
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anam-mana · 21 hours
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@smolderingtides enables my colouring obsession yet again! With this beautiful line art they did of their Hound and Ais! Just gorgeous!
I had to colour it!
The post with their original line art is also right here! Everything they do is so beautiful, I swear!
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sparrowsupportgroup · 23 hours
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y’all imagine shit just going down, chaos happening all around you, and you look to Ais for help or comfort, but then he looks like THIS
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This is the extra horror added to an already terrible situation. Like I NEED a situation in the game when Ais makes a situation bad, then Ocu!Ais makes it even worse.
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karokawwo · 1 day
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siiiince rss already released The Ais Sprite to the public here's some doodles i did of ocudeused ais when it came out
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redspringstudio · 1 day
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A musical Kickstarter update is live! 🎶 Backers have more sneak peeks awaiting them…
Read the full update
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ts-rua · 3 days
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Do you think Kuras deliberately caused wars and chaos for the sake of laughter, or did he accidentally share deadly knowledge simply because he thought that since the first civilizations lived in this way, it means that this is a normal development for all other civilizations? 🤔🤔🤔
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illustroxx · 3 days
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their (lack of) interaction in this scene is very interesting
decided to make a little comic for it
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kimiro-art · 3 days
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Guyys !!!
KURAS IS LIKE THE SNAKE GIVING EVE THE APPLE OF KNOWLEDGE.
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harmlessghosty · 22 hours
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“Take This One”
Ais helps you after you’re terribly wounded by a Soulless.
Tags for blood, mostly, but pretty much just hurt/comfort. 1800 words.
You didn’t mean to be outside after sunset. It just happened that you were hungry for a late night snack and had a few extra coins, and the waft of cinnamon rolls wouldn’t leave your room at the Wet Wick. After all that you’d been through, wasn’t it fair that you deserved something a little more delicious than rotten nuts or unleavened bread from the bar?
Well, that had been, at minimum, a terrible idea.
Any stall open at midnight on a weekday wouldn’t normally be a red flag, but you should have gone back to your room when you noticed the vendor’s eyes shifting back and forth as they served your snack. Quickly, after you paid, they abandoned their post before you could get five steps back down the road.
For good reason, you now realized, lying on your back in an alleyway with a Soulless staring you down from the roof of the Wet Wick.
There was no time to take in their appearance or their snarl before they descended, soaring in an arc until they launched at your weak little body. Claws gnashed at your legs, at your arms, at your chest.
As swiftly as they attacked, pain welled with a hot rush of liquid over your clothes.
And just as quickly as it happened, it disappeared with a screech of a whine. Through your half-closed eyes, you swore you caught sight of a glowing red light shining on the alley walls, but maybe that was simply Death coming for you. Your heavy body shifted an inch before demanding that you stop moving by shooting a wave of agony up your side.
Footsteps approached, and someone squatted by your side. Gasping and gritting your bloodstained teeth, you peered up at the newcomer and, recognizing him, glared.
He smiled, his bright crimson eyes practically the only light in the alley. “Got yourself in a mess, huh?” he asked with a smirk.
“A-Ais…” you managed before coughing up what felt like a pint of blood.
“Took care of that Soulless for you. Sent it back to the Seaspring for a time out,” he said, far too calm given the situation. Maybe, since it was so dark, he didn’t notice the pooling blood beneath your body. “What’s up? Cat got your tongue?”
“I-I…”
“C’mon. Get up, little sparrow.”
“I…I can’t,” you breathed, trying your hardest to sit up on your elbows. A shard of pain exploded through your chest and dropped you back to the icy concrete with a wail.
Finally, his gaze wandered from your stained face down your chest, where his eyes widened. He reached out a hand and touched the blood beneath you. “Fresh,” he mumbled. Then, his gaze shot back up to yours. “Sparrow. Show me where it hurts.”
You lifted your left arm, practically the only thing that could move without excruciating pain, and motioned to your right side before your body gave into exhaustion again.
“It got you, huh?” he asked, eyes darkening. “Let me see.”
Without waiting for permission, Ais grabbed at your clothes and tore the fabric hole around your wound further apart, ignoring your scream of agony at the sudden movement. For a moment, he stared, silently absorbing the new information.
Then, he released your clothes and bundled them around your side. “Looks superficial,” he said. “You can wait until morning to see Kuras if you want, but I wouldn’t risk it.”
“B-but—“ You gritted your teeth, trying again to pull yourself up and failing even worse than the last time. Your head clacked onto the ground with a thud, your muscles destroyed by the blood loss and the pain.
“What’s your plan now? Doubt you can walk to the clinic in this state.”
“I-I’m f-f-fine,” you growled, stubborn but staring at the moonlit sky with a yearning to close your eyes until the pain disappeared. Maybe if you let yourself sleep, it would all go away.
Your eyes slipped shut, and your body grew a little colder as it began to tremble.
“Wake up, sparrow.”
Annoyed, your eyes opened, finding Ais a bit closer and a bit more concerned.
“At this rate, you’re gonna die out here if you don’t get to Kuras quick,” he said, stern.
Again, without asking, he grabbed the collar of your overcoat and yanked you upward so that you sat on the ground. With a bloodcurdling scream, you clutched his forearm with so much strength that your nails dug slices into the flesh.
“Easy now.” His voice was quiet and soothing, like an angel getting ready to carry you into the heavens. “I’m gonna lift you up, all right?”
“Lift…me?” you asked, eyes closing again as you leaned heavily against his chest. “Ais…I’m so…tired…”
“Hey. Stay awake, dumbass,” he ordered, sliding his thick arms beneath you and hauling you into him as he stood. Another shock of pain seared through your body, stirring you awake and bringing tears to your swollen eyes. A sudden cough sputtered spit and blood onto Ais’ collar, but he neither noticed nor cared.
Silently, he adjusted you in his arms with a couple of bounces, carrying you bridal style with your body held firmly against his chest. With each step through Eridia, he kept you in place as best as he could. The walk was long and arduous; every time you thought your eyes could close and you could relax, Ais squeezed your arm until it would clearly bruise or puffed a sharp breath of air in your face.
After what felt like hours, your heavy eyelids lowered, giving you just enough sight to see the sign for Kuras’ clinic. Ais pushed through the crowd and cut the line until he kicked open the door, breaking the lock.
Despite the darkness encroaching your sight, your hearing continued to work well. “Kuras. Take this one next.”
The doctor was quiet for a few seconds before he sighed. “This one again,” he mumbled, and a wheeled chair slid over the tile floor. “Put them on the bed. I’ll see what I can do.”
Your mind followed dreamily. What about the other patients? Was Kuras on a break? Did Ais know that?
A gentle shifting placed you on a cloud, the pain now so familiar that you hardly acknowledged it—or maybe you were so delirious from blood loss that it didn’t register anymore.
“You can save them, right?” Ais asked, the smallest note of worry in his low voice. He spoke softly as though making sure you couldn’t hear.
Kuras chuckled and seemingly waved Ais away, because the warm arms that had enveloped you disappeared. The door opened and closed, and there you were, alone with the doctor.
Within minutes of the silence, your vision faded into a deep and soothing sleep.
When you woke later, you peered around the white room with exhaustion. Your stiff neck cracked as you looked from side to side. Sure enough, this was the same room you woke up in when you first arrived in Eridia. No one was with you, and you were far too tired to move. With nothing else to do, you closed your eyes again.
After some time, the door opened and closed, the lock clicking, which you found unusual.
“You awake?”
The familiar voice made you cringe. How humiliating that Ais had to save your life by carrying you to Kuras. All that energy expended just to help you survive an idiotic decision.
“Your nose is twitching. Cute,” he laughed, dragging over a chair to sit by the bedside. “Brought you something, but you need to look at me first.”
Taking in a deep breath and feeling the ache of stitches pulling at your side, you opened your eyes and turned your head. There, only a foot away, sat Ais with a mischievous smile plastered on his too-handsome face.
He held up a brown paper bag. “Cinnamon roll and a pint of milk.”
Your brow furrowed in your confusion. “H-huh?”
“What, did you want the bloody one instead?” he teased. “Fed that one to Princess. She said thanks for the snack.”
Without waiting, he pulled out the pastry and held it firmly to your lips, giving you no room to speak without him shoving it down your throat. Even though your tongue was dry, saliva pooled in your mouth at the scent of sugar and warm dough. The bite was perfect—nothing less.
Ais laughed, pulling away the bun after you took your bite and holding a straw to your lips next. “You’re such a kid,” he said, narrowing his eyes with amusement. “One night, you’re hiding with me in a cramped alley, and the next, you’re bleeding out over a mashed cinnamon bun. Pretty stupid, if you ask me.”
Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “Didn’t ask you for your opinion.”
“Didn’t give my opinion. Just stated facts.” He shrugged with that bastard smile. “Looks like Kuras fixed you up pretty good. How do you feel?”
“Dizzy.”
“Mm. He must’ve given you the good stuff. That was a hell of a wound.”
“You said it was superficial!” you argued, heat from frustration rising into your cheeks.
Again, he shrugged. “Thought it’d be better if you weren’t freaking out while I got you to the hospital.”
With all of your strength, you snatched the rest of the pastry from his hand and shoved it into your mouth. Now being in debt to him, you didn’t want to mouth off.
“It’s all yours,” he said calmly, leaning his elbows on the bed and sitting with his face much closer. “So? Anything to say after what happened?”
You choked on the food. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.” He shot you a shit-eating grin.
Groaning, you chased the dry snack with a gulp of milk before averting your eyes to your blanketed feet. “Thanks,” you mumbled, closing your eyes in embarrassment. “Quit looking at me like that now.”
“Aww. But you’re cute when you’re shy.”
You ignored the tease in favor of another bite of the cinnamon roll. “And thanks for the meal too.”
“Figured you’d be hungry since you’ve been out cold for a week,” he said.
“What?” you exclaimed, jolting to attention so suddenly that your stitches yanked and sent sparks behind your vision.
Ais laughed and leaned back into his chair. “Just kidding. It was overnight. It’s only noon.”
Sighing, you collapsed onto the pillow and groaned, an arm falling over your eyes before you crossed them over your chest. “Why are you such an asshole?”
“You wouldn’t care about me if I wasn’t one,” he countered, standing slowly.
And before you could react, the gentle, unmistakable touch of lips pressed to the top of your head.
“See you later, sparrow.”
The door unlocked, and Ais left with a confident stride and the last word.
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