#also (unrelated) he tends to be touchy and holds people's hands/faces/hair a lot. He does this knowing the risk and he couldn't care less

[ratwithhands]

Fun fact I used to consume a lot of Land of the Lustrous stuff.

Anyways this is one of my many Land of the Lustrous OCs, Vivianite. Mohs hardness of 1.5, dark green/blue in colour, and very old. Due to the nature of his weak composition, Vivianite can't actually do much of anything, and has had to live under very specific conditions.

Vivianite wears a tight full body uniform to hold any chipped pieces in place, and is kept in a box stuffed with loose cloth to ensure minimal damage. If he comes into contact with light, he begins to oxidize and darken, so he's kept in a windowless room with curtains over the entrance.

That's all to say he's isolated and bored. He spends much of his time inactive, but he'll jump at the opportunity for conversation if there's someone around. Certain gems visit him to chat, get guidance, or give him the recent news. A task given to some gems is to clear his room of dust, and maybe bring him some books if he's up for it.

Vivian sees himself as an older sibling/friend to many of the other gems, and as such he's very keen on providing a listening ear and giving advice where possible to those who need it. He's essentially emotional support in a can.

Other notes/details:

not all gems know Vivian exists! He's hidden away so most gems wouldn't see him unless they were actively looking for him. A lot of the older ones know about him, but the younger ones don't

Rutile is endlessly tired of having to glue him back together so often due to his softness, which is part of why he has a tighter uniform to keep all his broken pieces in place

Vivian struggles with walking, he tends to be slow and stumbly

the tanks in Vivian's room are for jellyfish. Gems who are sent to clean his room have to switch out the jellyfish too. They're there to provide a faint light source so he doesn't go completely inactive

Vivian, despite living in a box in the dark, has a lot of technical knowledge about things as a result of millennia of going through the library collection. He' a living encyclopedia and can usually offer some answers if a gem has questions on a particular subject

his internal structure is basically a lot of shards stuck together like fibers, so he does minor repairs on himself by affixing strands of his hair into empty spots. He's had his fingers repaired and replaced this way often

In the few instances where Vivian has gone outside, he has an abnormally high amount of energy as a result of his inclusions being able to work at full capacity in the light

If I remember anything else I'll add it, anyways have a good day!

#houseki no kuni #hnk #land of the lustrous #hnk fanart #hnk oc #hnk bort #not mentioned in the main post but shit man Vivianite wants to perish 😭 #he's always felt like a burden as a result of his weak body‚ if it weren't for the fact he can't walk outside #he would've thrown himself into the sea to never rise again #he'd always asked Sensei if there was a way he could get stronger‚ and that's partly why he read so much in hopes to find a cure #when he heard about Phos' body getting replaced‚ he was both distraught and excited‚ because he felt so bad for Phos #but this was a way for him to become greater‚ if only he could just figure out how to guarantee it'd work (because otherwise he'd be #a burden again as they are forced to repair him and look after him through recovery) #that's also why he likes to talk with people; he can serve and assist others that way‚ he's trying to compensate for his lacking strength #tl;dr Vivianite is horrifically weak and makes up for it with his heart and mind in order to feel less bad about not being able to do more #also (unrelated) he tends to be touchy and holds people's hands/faces/hair a lot. He does this knowing the risk and he couldn't care less #also also‚ he has weird inclusions. What makes them odd is the fact that he can move them around and concentrate them in different areas #he's stiff cause he keep most of his inclusions packed in his torso‚ not his limbs. This also ensures he doesn't lose anything #by touching something and having his fingers (inevitably) flake apart #There's more but I'll save that for later. Good day ^^

[serenlyss]

Touch Starved Chapter 1

Rating: G Pairings: Platonic Ritshou Summary:  A series of unrelated short drabbles exploring the importance of touch. This time: Ritsu ponders on the nature of Shou’s expressions of affection. Crossposted to AO3: Chapter 1

Heey welcome everyone to my self-indulgent excuse to write cute cuddles and hugs and stuff like that. As a human development major I've always been fascinated by the concept that human beings require human contact to be healthy basically and also I have a lot of touch/affection headcanons that I want to write about so I decided to combine them into this! Hope you like, if you do be sure to drop me a like or a reblog, it helps out a lot!

It doesn’t take very long into their friendship for Ritsu to realize that Shou can be pretty… touchy. Not in an overbearing way - Ritsu would have distanced himself pretty early if he had been - but in a noticeable way nonetheless. His touch is usually quick and fleeting, gone before you have a chance to process it, but it’s constant. A hand on the back here, am arm around the shoulders there, a tug on the hand or a pat on the knee or an elbow teasingly in the side. Done and gone before Ritsu can say anything about it.

At least, that’s how it starts.

Shou becomes bolder with his touch over time. He has a tendency to stand in Ritsu’s space, close enough to be noticeable but with enough distance that it doesn’t become uncomfortable. Still, Ritsu can’t help but watch Shou in his periphery whenever he stands close like this. He leans away when Shou leans in, if only because the sudden proximity startles him in a way he doesn’t really know what to do about. Ritsu has a distinct respect for personal space that Shou doesn’t seem to hold, at least not around him, and it’s evident in the way he casually squeezes in beside him on the couch when they hang out at Ritsu’s house, knee knocking against his and arm draped behind him as he reclines.

It’s as though there’s a gravity pulling him into Ritsu’s space, keeping him always just a bit closer than Ritsu’s anticipating. He doesn’t mind it, not really, but it never ceases to surprise him, those first few months they call each other their friend. Ritsu’s never been a very physically affectionate person, and neither is anyone else in his family. Of all of them, Shigeo is probably the most likely to give someone a hug, and even he is distinctly aware that most people aren’t so receptive to that kind of forwardness. Shou doesn’t seem to notice this at all, somehow. Perhaps it’s his foreign ancestry influencing him, the same influence that turns his hair that bright red color and his eyes that chilling blue. If it is, he never says, and Ritsu never asks. It’s not so important anyway, he rationalizes. It’s part of what makes Shou who he is, and, well, Ritsu likes who he is.

Sometimes, when Shou is feeling particularly bold, he’ll sag against Ritsu’s side, or kick his legs up into his lap, or lean on his shoulder over the back of his desk chair to see what kind of homework he’s working on when they study together. These moments come along much less often than his usual, lighter touches, and for a long time, Ritsu’s always surprised by them. Shou’s the only person in his life outside his family who dares to get so close without permission, but Ritsu can’t find it in himself to complain.

He knows, rationally, that he’s not so quick to accept this kind of touch with everyone. If one of his classmates came up to him and decided to throw an arm around his shoulder or grab him by the hand, he’d probably jerk away immediately and question why they felt they had to be so forceful, but Shou has a way of making that kind of contact feel comfortable in the way few others can. As time goes on, Ritsu finds Shou’s arm around his shoulders less and less shocking. The way he stands just a bit closer than is totally comfortable becomes happenstance and fades into the background of all the other ways Shou likes to make his presence known.

He confides in Ritsu, once, about why he’s as affectionate as he is. It’s partly his family’s influence, from back before his father started planning his scheme for world domination, when their family had been close and happy and an affectionate touch was part of his daily life. The rest of it comes from afterward, when that daily contact had been taken from him and he’d found himself craving it. Touch starvation, he calls it.. Ritsu’s never heard of such a thing before, but the way Shou describes it is achingly familiar.

Ritsu stops being so surprised after that. When Shou leans on him now, or grabs him by the elbow and drags him along on whatever scheme he’s cooked up, Ritsu lets him. It’s an adjustment, at first, being subjected to Shou’s level of constant contact, but over time Ritsu finds himself more and more used to it.

He quickly learns that, on some days, Shou’s habits are similar to the way a dog might worm its way into its master’s space and insist on being pet, uncaring if their attention is needed elsewhere. Today is one of those days, it seems. Ritsu reclines against the corner of the couch, balancing a book on the arm of it as he attempts to catch up on his readings for school. His eyes droop disinterestedly as he skims the pages without really reading them, bored. The longer he tries to hold his position, head propped up on his hand as he angles his neck awkwardly to see the pages of his book, the more difficult it becomes, but there’s little room to move.

Shou’s curled up on his side like a cat, facing the back of the couch. His head is nestled into the corner between Ritsu’s hip and the space where the couch’s cushion disappears beneath the backrest, his shoulder pressed against Ritsu’s thigh. He’s curled his legs up onto the cushions with him, and he stares at the screen of his phone with half-lidded eyes. Across the room, the television plays a local news station quietly, mostly just to have some background noise to fill the otherwise silent atmosphere. It’s a quiet, peaceful moment, more so than they usually are whenever Shou comes over to hang out, and Ritsu revels in it. As much as he can appreciate Shou’s energy and enthusiasm, he tends to remember these moments more fondly. The quiet settles over him like a blanket, pleasantly warm and heavy, as he feels Shou’s back move against the side of his leg in time with his breathing. It makes his own eyelids feel heavy, and he suppresses a yawn behind his hand. He lets his book fall shut, giving up on reading it for now.

“Hey, Ritsu?” Shou asks, shifting positions as he lets his phone fall to the couch beside him. He moves onto his back, the top of his head pressed against the side of Ritsu’s thigh, and one of his arms flops over his friend’s lap.

Ritsu hums inquisitively, lifting his head and blinking a few times to bring himself back to reality. “What’s up?” he asks, and has to fight back another yawn as he does.

“You’d tell me if I was making you uncomfortable, right?” Shou asks, a surprisingly self-conscious edge to his voice that Ritsu isn’t anticipating.

Ritsu blinks, still half-asleep, and sits up fully this time, glancing down at Shou curiously. He quirks an eyebrow at his friend, tilting his head. “Er, yeah, probably,” he replies, not quite sure what’s brought up the topic or why Shou’s asking at all. “Why?”

Shou cracks a smile. “Just wanted to make sure,” he replies, and Ritsu notes the way he seems to sink just a bit deeper into the couch, the tension in his shoulders easing. “I just get worried sometimes, I guess. I know you’re not a very touchy-feely guy, so, uh, if I ever get a little too comfortable or something, just… let me know.” He raises a hand to cover his mouth as he speaks, his final words coming out muffled. Ritsu’s familiar with the gesture, which Shou uses to hide his embarrassment.

Ritsu glances away, if only to halt the flush of warmth that crawls up his neck uncharacteristically in response. “You worry too much,” he says cooly, reaching up with one hand to rub at the back of his neck. “If I wasn’t okay with it, I would have said so a long time ago.” He swallows back a brief flash of apprehension before adding, lamely, “If you ever need, like, a hug, or something like that, you can ask me. I don’t mind.”

Shou stares up at Ritsu’s face for a moment, eyebrows raising in quiet surprise, and then his face breaks out into a grin. “Dude, that’s so cheesy,” he teases with a laugh, curling up onto his side once more and hiding his face from Ritsu by burying it in his lap. “I’ll let you know if it comes up,” he adds after a moment, softer.

“Yeah, you do that,” Ritsu manages, finding himself slightly breathless. Shou’s head is in his lap at this point, taking up what little space Ritsu had left to read in, but he can’t bring himself to be annoyed. Instead he turns to listen to the news blaring quietly in the corner, and settles his arm around Shou’s shoulders comfortably. They don’t move off the couch until Ritsu’s mother calls them out for dinner an hour later.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #kageyama ritsu #suzuki shou #mp100 fanfic #fanfiction #touch starvation #cuddling #platonic ritshou #serendipitousfics