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[cloudcountry]

I sent my request via dms but I'm still sending an ask for the sake of it, woops

Remember to hydrate and unshrimp :}

SUMMARY: idia doesn't how how to react when you show up at his door late at night and reveal something as earth shattering as your most recent breakup.

COMMENTS: we talked about this in dms but i hope you like the finished product!! <3

I CANT TELL IF THIS OR ANGST OR FLUFF. MAN.

reading this against its def angst oops

idia has issues but you're gonna get him through them trust 💪

The sound of mindless clicking, fans whirring, and Idia’s steady breathing are the only sounds that can be heard this late at night. It’s not that the residents of Ignihyde are sleeping—no, they’re all tucked away in their rooms, either tinkering with new tech or in the same position Idia is now. His lower back starts to ache from his slouched position in his chair, and so he straightens out his back to ease the pain. His spine cracks once, twice, thrice before settling down, and Idia promptly falls back into his old posture.

He briefly hears your voice in his mind, a reminder to sit up straight and not surf the web too late. He blinks slowly, briefly considering obeying your imaginary command, before he rationalizes using his PC more because you’re not actually here, you’re out with your boyfriend right now.

Or so he thinks.

It’s as though he summoned you, your knock on his door, a secret knock that only you would ever use. Idia insisted on a precaution like that so he’d know when it was safe to open the door and when it wasn’t. So far you hadn’t abused the privilege, never using it when you had friends with you. In fact, Idia was fairly certain you’d created a new knocking pattern recently when you had friends with you, just so he could know it was okay to respond but he didn’t have to open the door if he didn’t want to.

It's the knock that tells him you're alone.

So this time, he wants to.

He stands up, pushing his gamer chair to the side as his joints creak from being held in one position for far too long. He stalks over to the door, shaking hands reaching towards the doorknob. Because of your boyfriend, he’s always kept his feelings about you under wraps, wanting your happiness first and foremost. Besides, in what world would anyone be interested in him? He wouldn’t even want to associate with you like that, the thought of dragging you into his darkness was too much.

The doorknob turns and his door creaks open, a sliver of light spilling into his room until the rest of it is blocked by you. Idia opens his mouth to ask what you’re doing at his door this late, especially since you have a boyfriend and if anyone should be hanging out with you this late it really should be him and—

And—

And you have never looked more serious. It makes the words die in his throat, his lips parted like a fool.

“Do you have time to talk?” you ask softly, shifting from foot to foot in your pajamas and oh Great Seven, did you walk across campus like that? There were so many bugs out at night and snakes too, and what if you tripped because you couldn’t see where you were going? You came alone, WHY would you come alone this late? You could have gotten hurt—

His hands are twitching as your eyes drift down towards them, watching silently as they shake towards and away from you, like he wants to touch you but isn’t sure if he can. You initiate, taking his hands in yours and gently pushing him back into his room, nudging the door shut with your foot as quietly as possible.

“Um...what are you doing here this late?” Idia asks softly, his hands in yours, still twitching restlessly.

“I had to tell you something. It’s nothing bad on your part, before you start overthinking. It’s something to do with my boyfriend, now ex.” you say, each word purposeful and slow, like you’re picking your words very carefully in your sleepy haze.

“You broke up?” Idia murmurs, ignoring the way his heart jumps in his throat. 

Of course he’s happy you’re single now. Of course he is. But that doesn't mean now is the time to start fantasizing about actually dating you. Oh who is he kidding, he wouldn’t be starting that, he’s been doing that. The last thing he needs to his feelings getting in the way and making things hard for you, you’ve been his best friend for years now, ever since he came to NRC you’ve always been in his corner, even though sometimes you don’t get to see each other that often and he’s not going to fuck this up because he likes you more than he should, no way is he going to fuck this up—

“Yeah. We broke up a few weeks ago.” you say, moving your hands from his and pressing them into your thighs.

“Oh.” Idia says dumbly.

You smile weakly, glancing around his room before gesturing to his bed. Idia feels his heart in his throat again—it’s the only place with room to sit, yeah, but it’s so messy and oh Great Seven what if his manga makes you think he’s weird and you never want to speak to him again.

You don’t even spare a glance at his mess. You just sit down and clench your hands in your lap, watching him as he sits down next to you. His eyes land on your hands, white knuckled and shaking, and it squeezes his heart when he thinks about just what your boyfriend could have done to hurt you like this.

Your ex, he means. Your ex. He’s never going to be your boyfriend again, even if he apologizes, because as much as you’re hurting right now Idia knows you'll only come back stronger for it.

It’s one of the reasons why he admires you so much.

“It...wasn’t something I was planning on broadcasting. And as far as I know, he hasn’t told anyone either. Not that he’s good at telling people things.” you remark bitterly, a frown twisting your lips.

“Was he not talking to you?” Idia asks, balling his hands into fists in his lap much like you.

“No. He wasn’t.” you sigh, looking down at his floor, “He wasn’t at all.”

His room grows silent again, but Idia hopes you don’t hear the gears in his brain turning. He wants to make things better for you, he wants to make sure all the time you have left with each other is good for you, he wants to make sure you can live the rest of your life happy with the knowledge that you’ll never have to think about this guy.

He wants you to be happy so he can let you go after you two become seniors.

“Is...there anything I can do?” he mumbles, eyes darting around the room for a distraction, “Um, I made a mini planetarium projection for Ortho since he likes the stars so much and I think I have it somewhere in here—”

He knows exactly where it is. Like he’d ever forget.

“—I have some games, um...which ones do you like? I probably have something—”

He’s fairly certain you’d love the game sitting on the bottom shelf of his desk. It reminds him of you whenever he plays it.

“—or would you like to watch anime? Read a manga? You can leave too, that’s okay, just let me walk you home so you don’t get hurt—”

Not again, at least. But he’ll do anything to keep you here with him.

You cut him off with a small giggle, your balled up fists now pressed up against your face in relaxed palms, covering your mouth as your eyes crinkle in the corners.

“I’d love to stay. Thank you, Idia.” you smile softly and move your hands away from your mouth, and Idia feels his heart jump into his throat again because of course you’d know.

You’ve always known.

He swallows back a wave of sadness as his mind reminds me once again that he will leave you one day, and that day will come sooner than he wants it too, that he’s cursed and he shouldn’t taint you too—

“Anything is good as long as it’s with you.” you laugh quietly, falling back onto his bed with a soft thump.

It’s like you were always meant to be there.

[azulashengrottospiano]

Your account likely got hidden for talking about Palestine, the chances of you being hate reported for fandom reasons is slim but the odds of tumblr being a prick about your Palestine posts are as likely as getting an unlucky pull from Russian Roulette ; unpredictable but likely enough to be noted and plausible

yk that's what i think it is too if im being honest. i literally haven't done anything so i can only imagine it's because tumblr doesn't like my "opinions."

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: idia shroud celebrates your birthday!!

COMMENTS: a birthday present for @twstchatterbox the MOON to my SUN the DYNAMIC to my DUO the BLACK CAT to my GOLDEN RETRIEVER!!!! i love you lots and lots i am so glad we are friends i am squeezing you so tight from the other side of the world.

i wanted to keep this a surprise and i HOPE I SURPRISED YOU i hope you didnt see this coming sjdjdsjdj you have given me so many gifts from your doodles of me to your doodles of US to all the interests you've shared with me to looking out for me all this time AND EVEN STAYING UP LATE TO TALK TO ME?? I AM SO SORRY FOR YOUR SLEEP SCHEDULE

i hope you have the best birthday ever you deserve so much so take this awkward gamer boy. you know your lore. i know your lore. i tried to incorporate it and im sure only you will understand it but thats the point isnt it?

THIS IS GOING ON TOO LONG. I SHOULD HAVE MADE THIS A SEPARATE POST. ANYWAYS. GO READ IT I LOVE YOU

You cross your arms over your chest, amused as the blue package floats silently over to you. It stops right in front of you and a flickering screen loads from a small projector propped on the top of the box.

accept quest?

yes. no.

It’s ridiculous of him to put a no option. You press the yes option and a cheerful jingle rings from the speakers as the package drops at your feet. Bending over, you scoop it into your arms, a delicate smile on your face. You can feel quite a few gazes on your back but you opt to ignore them, walking out of your dorm and towards the source of your gift.

Ever since the events of winter break, you’d become far more accustomed to the halls of Ignihyde. The students seem to have grown more accustomed to you in turn, although some still scamper away from you.

There was only so much that could be done, you think. Besides, your presence here was not because of them. You were here for their Housewarden.

As you reached his door, you wasted no time reaching out to knock. Each tap of your knuckles against his door was crisp and loud, just in case he was wearing his headphones. The corners of your lips lift into a smile as you hear him shuffling around, no doubt checking up on his room to make sure it’s just the normal amount of messy but not too messy lest you get suspicious that he’s a slob or that he cleaned just for you.

You already know he did, though.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?” you call out teasingly, tapping your foot on the polished floors.

The door creaks open slowly, and the soft pink glow of Idia's hair lights up his face. Your heart takes a tumble in your chest.

“Hi.” you breathe, “I wanted to open your gift with you.”

Idia squeaks and opens the door to let you inside, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Um, okay. Thanks.” he says, mumbling each word as if he isn’t sure what he’s saying at all, “You, uh, didn’t have to do that.”

“But I want to.” you refute, and you both understand what would have come after that.

So let me do this.

“Okay.” he jams his hands into his pocket and shrugs, always so awkward around you but so obvious, “I hope you like it.”

“I’ll love it.” you reassure him.

After all, a heart as kind as Idia Shroud’s wouldn’t pick anything but the best.

[sh0jun]

This is what I mean when I say you're like a goose

You're this goose now

* you're a goose*

*quack*

.....

*ATTACK*

[cloudcountry]

List 5 understated ways azul would show you love and affection

1, 2 ,3- begin!

THANK YOU!?!?!?!? tw for body image issues

trying your favorite foods. azul has a very strict diet but i think he would partake in foods his lover really liked. of course its still in moderation, he is still azul after all, but he would never try jade's mushroom dishes or (sevens forbid) floyd's takoyaki.

sharing his favorite books with you. he annotates books using sticky notes just so you hear his thoughts without him actually having to mark up the pages ^^ ofc when you write your own comments next to his, he gets a soft smile on him face.

he lets you hug him. because of his body image issues i dont think he'd be very prone to touching unless he trusted the person completely, and even then he avoids hugs, he doesnt want you feeling any rolls of fat that you might find distasteful, but when you hug him and hold him tightly, he blanks. if his lower lip is wobbling, dont question it.

slipping your favorite songs into the mostro lounge's playlist isnt an easy feat sometimes, but azul is a crafty man. he'll start hosting events that fits your favorite genre's theme so he can play your favorite tunes. if you ever bring it up he'll say its for money, but you know that's not the only reason when he offers to dance with you.

taking you coin collecting. being the master of alchemy that he is, azul could brew you a wonderful water breathing potion so you can get involved with his favorite hobby!! the first coin you two find together will become your lucky coin <3

[cloudcountry]

cries 〒▽〒

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

[rubiatinctorum]

New frontiers are being unlocked in cursed jewelry exploration on the personalization website. No longer are we limited to debaucherous engravings and befouled acrostics. BEHOLD!

skibidi anklet :)

[robo-milky]

"Hey, Cloche" -

The soft spoken voice was very well heard, yet never failed to take you by surprise, even if you'd always guess it was the stealthy water nymph in retrospect.

But the soft, genuine, and if you dared to say- fond look on her face today was in a way, new. You'd seen this before, but it was different every time, including now, when it was directed your way.

Tomorrow morning would be time your special day.

The Water Nymph you've grown to recognize as Rubia, the one who visited Ramshackle to play card games with Ceru and Siphok- who'd always insist you join in on the fun too- only leaving for her shift at monstro lounge when The Vice Dormwarden of Octavinelle came to pick her up personally.

She handed you a small package, saying "I'm sorry" so quietly you'd almost miss it.

Before you asked 'why', she clarified; "i didn't know tomorrow was gonna be your day until a few hours ago," Rubia murmured, "-but i managed to get you the present i had in mind." , and with a subtle turn of her head and a smile, she added "I'd say you should open it tomorrow, for the full experience."

"it's your special day starting in the morning; so, it's on the house if you decide to have breakfast in the lounge. Call me and i'll make something for you."

Rubia offers politely before stepping back-

"-But its best if you return to your dorm for now; it's late and it'd be better if you got there safely before it's pitch black. "

-gesturing outside, ah- The sun's setting- and, with that cue, you offer a polite wave before parting ways.

..

[the gift includes a brand new camera, you remind yourself to never ask how she got her hands on it-, a square multi-media sketchbook hardcover sketchbook, alongside some colored pencils and gouache.]

[There is a handwritten note, it reads; "Artwork is the reason why even as a tiny nymphling i dreamed of going the day i could go on land. And when i did? I was not let down, not one bit. Taking pictures of what i see and then painting them to solidify my memory is one of the most special things that bring me comfort; and i hope you enjoy it more too, with this new memory i'm sharing with you." -Rubia A. Octavinelle's Water Nymph]

a/n: happy birthday..!!!! please treat yourself to something nice, and i hope you have a wonderful time, i don't know you too well but i admire your artwork lots! maybe we could be moots someday? ehe

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]

[sh0jun]

This thing keeps yalling at me to wake up at 4am >:(

Anyway good morning sho <3

He wants to go on a morning walk

Take him on a morning walk you potato >:(

[cloudcountry]

@twstchatterbox us

having online friends who are busy is just like. I LOVE YOU. I miss you. YOU GOT THIS. I'm giving you space to work. I LOVE YOU.

[cloudcountry]

guys me nd rubia are two cameramen that met by fate actually

[unreversedumbrella]

Broke: Mob likes milk, therefore Mob likes cows Woke: I like cows, therefore Mob likes cows

[rubiatinctorum]

Also none of you are allowed to call me out for finding Max Bankman hot ok. He’s hot but you’re not allowed to point out what finding him hot says about me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cloudcountry]

mostly rubia!!!!

you and all your moots fight god

[quemirabobo]

Che conocen a alguien que se llame Morena y que lo sea o soy la única que se cruza con Morenas que son rubias??

[tainybaybee]

Ganas de ser Meredith

"It’s simple: her, or me. And I’m sure she’s really great. But, Derek, I love you. In a really, really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me."