#unblot

[igniida]

Idia stares silently for a long minute before grabbing a marker from next to his desk and marking something off on the card.

"I don't know who you're trying to fool by saying you're not geeky. Have you seen yourself when you get invested in your fashion, potions and plants? Nerd. And not strong? You're one of the strongest people I know. You always have been, constantly moving forward with hope for the future despite what faces you. That's... That's really strong. Same with cool and knightly! Don't you remember when you broke into the cafeteria with that ring and you were dressed like a damn prince and I could have-" Aw now his face and hair are all pink. He tries to hide it by burying his face in his arms on the desk as he hands the bingo card back.

"I fixed a couple of things." He says voice muffled.

"... BUT WAIT, STARSHINE YOU JUDGE ME???" His head snaps up face and hair still bright pink.

[ramshacklestar]

@unblot sent || ❝ you’ve got quite the mean streak in you, haven’t you? i’m impressed. ❞ / from malleus

PROMPTS FOR FRENEMIES,  ENEMIES TO LOVERS  AND  REFORMED VILLAINS || No Longer Accepting

Yuu jumped slightly at the sound of Malleus’ voice still riding the adrenaline of just shouting at Ace, Deuce and Grim who had once again taken to fighting over a mundane issue. The three had all ceremonially gotten ‘out of her line of sight before she knocked them all across the head’ as she demanded them do each one baring a face of shock as though Yuu had reached up and slapped every one of them; to be honest she was still thinking about it. What was more of the surprise though is the way she sounded when she was shouting at them to stop fighting for one day her normally soft voice sounding deeper with an added growl ripping through her throat that sounded borderline what one of the students from Savanaclaw sounded like when fully irritated. Since when could she do something like that?

Eyes moving from the slowly getting smaller classmates Yuu glanced up at Malleus; he’s impressed that she could be mean? That’s a rather peculiar thing. “I wasn’t trying to be mean.” Yuu mumbled with a twinge of embarrassment.

Perhaps she’d been in this world for too long if she was resorting to enacting actual violence when usually she’d try and solve issues with her words instead. The possibility of her change also resulting from the multiple overblots she’d already come face to face with rose too, her initial thought to approach with gentility when Riddle blotted resulting in the very wind being knocked out of her. Physically she was no match for anyone at the school, even if she was taller than a couple of them they always had the magical trump over her, but apparently her vicious words served enough to defend her. At least in this instance.

“Tsunotaro…” She started using the nickname given before she actually knew who he was. “Please don’t tell anyone about that, I don’t want to be seen as some sort of problem that needs to be wiped from the school records. And well, I don’t fully understand how I was able to growl like that, it’s not something I’ve ever done before.” Maybe it was a minimal thing to be concerned about, but still if this world was really changing her then she wanted it to be for the better.

[igniida]

"You're either the bravest soul I know or the most foolish one." Idia is almost envious of them. He would never admit it aloud but he was envious of anyone who could have hope in a world that detested such a thing so greatly. Salem was right, the world was cruel, it was hard to have hope. It took more courage then Idia had to have hope. Perhaps that was why Idia enjoyed Salem's company. They had the courage that he lacked.

Not only that but perhaps they were right too. Maybe good things did exist. Video games existed, cats existed, in a way Ortho still existed, Salem existed. There was good in the world at least a few seeds of it left.

But to acknowledge those scant good things would mean to risk having that hope taken from him. Which terrified him more then having no hope at all. It was easier to ignore the good, pretend hope did not exist and that only cruelty existed then risk having more taken from him.

"Just be sure to keep that hope in check. It'll hurt when it comes crashing down." He doesn't mean to be a pessimist. It's simply in his nature. He'd call himself a 'realist' as for him pessimism was reality. And this warning was his way of helping Salem.

He didn't care for many people in fact in a cruel way he found others suffering almost vindicating. As though it reminded him that he was not the only one cursed to live. A truth he was not entirely proud of. But Salem was one of the few he liked, one of the few he did not want to see cursed in the way that he had been.

It's a loaded question for anyone, let alone a creature like Salem who's incapable of love. It's not as simple as asking whether one believes in the existence of beings beyond their sight and comprehension. Love exists everywhere, it's an undeniable truth even if people like Idia want to invalidate its authenticity.

The real question Idia is asking is unspoken, and maybe he doesn't even realize that's what he's asking. Do you believe in love for you?

“  I want to.  ” The words are uttered like a confession, Salem revealing a desperate hope in themself that they haven't fully comprehended yet.

Love does not exist in the hollow vessel their soul has been bound too, only the remains. But maybe if things had been different, maybe if they had survived that night, love could have bloomed within both their aching hearts. Maybe if they could find a cure for their condition they would be able to love again.

In answering Idia's question, Salem has done something they've so earnestly tried to avoid. They've acknowledged the seed of hope that lives within them, foolishly planting it within the infertile soil of their heart. They've reached a point of no return, and now they are forced to inevitably watch that hope wither away before their eyes.

“  The world is so cruel. It's hard to have hope.  ” Salem's words are just as heavy as the question they're responding to. Yet their stoic and impassive demeanor does not change. They meet Idia's eyes with a steady gaze, looking almost resolute in their composure. “  But I want to hope. I want to believe that good things exist.  ”

[alice-angel12x]

What if the twisted wonderland react the MC/Reader have a magical paintbrush just like epic mickey games?

Also this is yuu's paintbrush looks like btw

Yuu! Epic Mickey Twisted Wonderland

Here's a fun art peice I did cause the image was so fun.

Overblot boys (Riddle, Leona, Azul, and Jamil) React to Epic Mickey!Yuu

I remember when I first created Forgotten Wasteland, and how my apprentice made a mess of it all. While I am glad he repaired all the damage he has done, I couldn't trust him to not let his mischievous curiosity get the better of him. So I took up my magical brush and created a helper or a protector. They would keep watch and protect the toons of wasteland. They were an excellent student, they quickly mastered the magic of the brush. If only my other student was this obedient. (Geez Yen Sid, biased much).

Master Yen Sid watched Yuu gently and with a calculated stroke of the bush on the wasteland. The old wise wizard nodded with approval.

"You have done well," Yen Sid said as he gave a pat on Yuu's head.

Yuu smiled softly when they noticed their master holding his hand out, asking for his paintbrush back. They handed the wizards the brush, and suddenly began to dip it into the paint. Where he began to wave the brush in the air, creating something. Something big.

With a final stroke, there before him was a beautiful paintbrush. It was almost Yuu's height, as the wizard handed them the gift.

"Be very careful with this magic. With great strength, comes even greater responsibility. This is not something to play with willy-nilly," Yen Sid said sternly.

"Yes, Master Yen Sid. I promise to use this power for good," Yuu said, trying to contain their excitement.

"I know you will. I can see great things from you," Yen Sid said with a small smile. "Take good care of Wasteland."

If only Yen Sid knew, that his favorite pupil would vanish from under his nose. They would somehow end up in a place called Twisted Wonderland.

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💗Riddle RoseHeart 💗

Before the blot:

When he first meets Yuu, he doesn't really take them seriously. Since the mirror says they are not a magic user.

He thinks the large paintbrush Yuu carries around is really inconvenient. And Does not look forward to all the potential mess it could bring.

After/during Blot:

Overblot Riddle struggled in the battle with Yuu. The most annoying thing they did was paint his rose bushes Blue, turning them against him.

Turns out Yuu and their magic paintbrush weren't as useless as Riddle assumed.

Yuu's finishing blow was a good whack to the head, dousing Riddle and the ink phantom with a powerful stream of thinner, erasing the blotted ink instantly.

Leaving an unblotted Riddle behind. Though Yuu gave Riddle one last splash of thinner for safe measure.

Leaving a crying drenched mess.

After fixing that, they left all of Heartslybuyal in awe as they watched the thinner in the brush turn to blue paint. And with many strokes of the brush, the unbirthday party was restored.

After that Riddle had a lot more respect for Yuu, and was a lot more curious of what else Yuu could do with their brush.

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🦁Leona Kingscholar 🦁

Before Blot:

He could have cared less about this person. He thought they looked ridiculous with their giant brush. On top of that, they were magicless.

However, he did note that this new student smelt strange. Yet he paid them no mind.

After/during Blot:

Leona had a bit of an easier time against Yuu, cause of the howling sandstorm. Making it difficult for Yuu to toss the Thinner on the phantom and the inkblot.

So with the help of the first-year squad, moved upwind and with this. Yuu blasted Leona with a wave of magic Thinner.

The phantom quickly resolved, and Leona could only stare in shock as the Thinner swept him away.

Of course, they made sure to drench Leona in thinner to be sure all the inkblot was gone.

After the whole event, he was strangely enough. interested in going against the Ramshackle team. Even if it wasn't an official match.

He would smirk in interest as Yuu used their magic brush to create a flying broom for themselves. And some Toon as extra players for the team.

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Azul Ashengrotto

Before Blot:

He was amused at most, like why would any person carry such a cumbersome thing around.

And they were magicless on top of that. What an odd individual. But for the most part, also didn't pay much attention.

Till the idea of obtaining the Ramshackle dorm. At first the ain't brush was interesting, but he simply assumed that it was some weird decoration.

Yet he did notice Yuu's strange hesitance of water. Specifically the idea of being in water. Azul would happily take advantage of Yuu's fears.

After/during Blot:

This was a frustrating battle for both fighters. Since Azul can keep spewing ink, just as much as Yuu can remove it.

But with the help of allies and friends, Yuu was able to wash away all the ink with their brush and thinner. With a good whack, to bring Azul back to his senses.

Even after the battle, Yuu seemed to refuse to go near the water. A phobia maybe, Azul thought to himself.

Azul is indeed interested in Yuu's power but finds them confusing too. Yuu wants to see the world under the waves, yet refuses to go anywhere near the water.

He tries to ask Jade and Floyd what they know about this student. But not even they could dig anything up about them.

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Jamil Viper

Before Blot:

He honestly could care less about them in the start.

He sees them as a perfect pawn to overthrow Kalim. Jamil also notices Yuu's strange fear of water, even if it is in rain form.

But whatever it took to knock Kalim down, he did not care much. Though he did learn some interesting things about them. After using Snake whisper on them.

After/during Blot:

Yuu surprised attacked him, doused him in Thinner, and quickly took him down. Much to Jamil's emmerassement.

Last time he underestimates a person with a giant brush.

During the party in the desert, he saw Yuu sitting in the shade of the trees away from the oasis.

So he sat next to them. "So... Is it true you're made out of paint?"

Part 2, or a focus on one character at a time to have a mini story. (cause I have basically a fan fic Idea in my empty brain)

[crystallizsch]

"The Royal Vizier. That would be me."

"My most abject and humblest apologies."

jamil viper my beloved

(full body versions below the cut + my (rambly) thought process about his outfits. if you’re curious,,,)

as a jamil enjoyer, i'm going to have to admit that i'm personally not a big fan of his overblot design.

but i took a closer look at his outfit AND HELLO????

i'm a sucker for off shoulder outfits and his top half is just that. and the fact that the bottom half is fitted on his top legs and then flows out at the bottom ,,, i'm obsessed 😔

i also just implemented aspects from jasmine's red outfit from the animated movie (the crown and the snake bands on the arms).

(and the cape was kind of a last-minute decision and honestly i'm still unsure about it)

overall, just a lot of inspiration from the overblot design but i simplified it to an extent.

this is essentially just my take if i were to unblot the overblot outfit.

then for this one,,,

i thought that if jamil can pull off a dress, of course he can always pull off a suit.

i'm less happy with this one because i'm not great at doing my own masculine outfits in general ;;;

it's (kind of) inspired by his platinum outfit and then i just used the scarabia dorm colors.

anyways, these ideas hit me with mach speed and i did it in less than a day. and also (shameless plug) this is honestly just a sequel to my initial jamil post.

[nrcbookclub]

Despite all of her other obligations, Yuna had finally found the time to venture forth to the Night Raven Book Club.

She wasn't quite sure what she was to expect, just going off of Azalea's descriptions of the club at first, but she was still excited to at least pay a visit and say hello to either her friendly benefactors or someone else involved in some capacity.

(🦐 Yuna, @night-raven-miscellany [✨bc I finally have a brief moment where I can send her over hdjfjfj])

*Azalea peeks out and waves at Yuna*

Hihi! You finally found where we are, welcome! How are you?

*Klen looks up from… whatever he’s doing, which involves a knife for some reason?*

Hey Yuna. Glad to see you unblotted and looking healthy. How’s it going?

[shinysparklesapphires]

*our Yuu’s during book 7*

Haryuu: ok your ready for the plan?

Yuu Sapphy: mhm.

Haryuu: ok so we help diasomnia get to Malleus but before they can get fully to him you transform and hold them off and by how strong precure are that should be easy for you

Yuu Sapphy: uh huh?

Haryuu: than I pull up to Malleus beat his ass so hard it puts the fear of god into him *which will be me* he unblots and boom victory

Yuu Sapphy: how about A plan where you don’t beat my friend to near death?

Haryuu:…. *goes on his notes app and deletes multiple paragraphs* back to square one sigh

HELP

[utsuboarchive]

@unblot asked: "Don't think I don't see you over there." It's not like Floyd not to make his presence known immediately -- At least not when he's in his more agreeable moods. "You know it's considered rude to lurk in doorways. Come inside and sit down."

It's also not like Azul to express sincere concern & sympathy, so he won't. But what he extends to Floyd is more than he would anyone else without the temptation of a deal to motivate him. / hi 👋

sometimes, when he was in the right mood, he liked to just watch azul as he was doing something. he may not realize it; but when he's alone he makes faces any time he's focusing really hard. the what doesn't really matter to floyd very much, just that it's nice to quietly observe things. content and silent, until of course azul catches him just standing there. leaning in the doorway with a strangely neutral expression.

come inside and sit down-

it's an offer, not a demand-- and floyd responds with a single note. hummed low as he comes into the room, to drop his weight down next to him.

" i'm bored. " he says simply, as he leans some to rest his cheek against the others head with a heavy sigh. but it's more than that isn't it-- he's frustrated because it's more than just boredom. there is a lack of something, and his mood has dipped because of it. and worse still, there is very little he can think to do for it. floyd fidgets with his own fingers, and lets a bit more of his weight lean as he does. satisfied to find that azul allows it, and lets him be. it's grounding in a way, not enough to fix the issue, but just so- that he doesn't grit his teeth anymore.

unprompted

[corvicarum]

@unblot asked: ship bias for wuya and jamil?

wuya bias... phew okay.

floyd/wuya: i could go on about this one forever. in short, wuya has a deeply ingrained complex about being useful to people. bit of a play on the fact wuya is twsted from maleficent's raven. floyd doesn't care. to him, wuya is fun, and silly and has a personality he likes. he keeps floyd interested because of him, not because of what he can or can't do. and man does wuya have a lot of feelings on that. it's just a deeply wholesome, and kinda.... genuine & organic feeling dynamic to me. one of those things where they click from the start, but they let it go where it goes.

trey/wuya: thank blu for this one. honestly? it's one of those slow burns that takes forever to really get going. but the second it starts it snowballs into something sweet, and uncanny, and a little whimsical. there's also something deeply tragic about falling in love with someone you're 100% going to outlive 100 times over...

kalim/wuya: i like these two platonically, and even... to some extent? familial & found family sort of dynamic. wuya does his absolute best to give humans a chance at NRC. he's cautious at first, cynical. but kalim is legit the most genuine, and honest human on the planet. he single handedly convinces wuya that not ALL humans are bad. and it's proof that a little kindness, does acually go a long way.

azul/wuya: kay... hear me out... hhh... they both make deals. different kinds of deals mind you but, they have similar methods. and sorta, in a kinda fucked up opposite to floyer- azul validating wuya and making him feel valuable. be it through the use of his UM or the use of his general array of talents and skills.

vil/wuya: vil is just so pretty augh. wuya sees pretty things and he becomes so enamored by them sometimes. can't be helped. not sure if this would rocket off into long term romance or not. but the aesthetic is deeply pleasing to me.

i don't have a lot of jamil ships tbh. he's really hard for me to ship with romantically due to his desperate need for some personal growth. and the complexities that come with his and kalim's relationship- as well as kalim's family. plus he's a new muse, and i havent had much an opportunity yet to explore his character too deeply...

kalim/jamil: now this? this i pair up platonically. i cannot romantically ship these two AT ALL. but oh my god. can you imagine? if the two of them talked, worked things out? i want this so bad, i want jamil to realize how cruel he was for letting everything out on kalim. that he is at fault in many ways for not being open with him. of course it's hard, since he is seen so disposable and replaceable by kalim's family. but still, in the confines of NRC he has SO much more freedom than he realizes. he let kalim really believe everything was ok for so long. that it's no wonder it reached a point like that during book 4. i wont go on too long about this, but just. please. i need them to work things out, to grow, and part at friends.

ace/jamil: okay this one's... listen. hear me out. not only is the basketball trio very deeply important to me. but i feel like unlike floyd, ace's personality is just barely skirting the line of too much. while also being deeply endearing, and quirky. ace is arrogant, and he's loud, and extremely silly-- but he's also very confident, and determined. and he isn't afraid to speak his mind, or share his opinions. there's also this ... gloomy/sunshine thing going there. it's subtle but... it's enough.

[poemoftheday]

Poem of the Day 13 December 2024

The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage BY Ralegh, Sir Walter (1552 - 1618)

[Supposed to be written by one at the point of death]

Give me my scallop shell of quiet,

My staff of faith to walk upon,

My scrip of joy, immortal diet,

My bottle of salvation,

My gown of glory, hope's true gage,

And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

Blood must be my body's balmer,

No other balm will there be given,

Whilst my soul, like a white palmer,

Travels to the land of heaven;

Over the silver mountains,

Where spring the nectar fountains;

And there I'll kiss

The bowl of bliss,

And drink my eternal fill

On every milken hill.

My soul will be a-dry before,

But after it will ne'er thirst more;

And by the happy blissful way

More peaceful pilgrims I shall see,

That have shook off their gowns of clay,

And go apparelled fresh like me.

I'll bring them first

To slake their thirst,

And then to taste those nectar suckets,

At the clear wells

Where sweetness dwells,

Drawn up by saints in crystal buckets.

And when our bottles and all we

Are fill'd with immortality,

Then the holy paths we'll travel,

Strew'd with rubies thick as gravel,

Ceilings of diamonds, sapphire floors,

High walls of coral, and pearl bowers.

From thence to heaven's bribeless hall

Where no corrupted voices brawl,

No conscience molten into gold,

Nor forg'd accusers bought and sold,

No cause deferr'd, nor vain-spent journey,

For there Christ is the king's attorney,

Who pleads for all without degrees,

And he hath angels, but no fees.

When the grand twelve million jury

Of our sins and sinful fury,

'Gainst our souls black verdicts give,

Christ pleads his death, and then we live.

Be thou my speaker, taintless pleader,

Unblotted lawyer, true proceeder,

Thou movest salvation even for alms,

Not with a bribed lawyer's palms.

And this is my eternal plea

To him that made heaven, earth, and sea,

Seeing my flesh must die so soon,

And want a head to dine next noon,

Just at the stroke when my veins start and spread,

Set on my soul an everlasting head.

Then am I ready, like a palmer fit,

To tread those blest paths which before I writ.

[poem-today]

A poem by Sir Walter Raleigh

The Passionate Man’s Pilgrimage

[Supposed to be written by one at the point of death]

Give me my scallop shell of quiet,  My staff of faith to walk upon,  My scrip of joy, immortal diet,  My bottle of salvation,  My gown of glory, hope’s true gage,  And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage. 

   Blood must be my body’s balmer,  No other balm will there be given,  Whilst my soul, like a white palmer,  Travels to the land of heaven;  Over the silver mountains,  Where spring the nectar fountains;  And there I’ll kiss  The bowl of bliss,  And drink my eternal fill  On every milken hill.  My soul will be a-dry before,  But after it will ne’er thirst more;  And by the happy blissful way  More peaceful pilgrims I shall see,  That have shook off their gowns of clay,  And go apparelled fresh like me.  I’ll bring them first  To slake their thirst,  And then to taste those nectar suckets,  At the clear wells  Where sweetness dwells,  Drawn up by saints in crystal buckets. 

   And when our bottles and all we  Are fill’d with immortality,  Then the holy paths we’ll travel,  Strew’d with rubies thick as gravel,  Ceilings of diamonds, sapphire floors,  High walls of coral, and pearl bowers. 

   From thence to heaven’s bribeless hall  Where no corrupted voices brawl,  No conscience molten into gold,  Nor forg’d accusers bought and sold,  No cause deferr’d, nor vain-spent journey,  For there Christ is the king’s attorney,  Who pleads for all without degrees,  And he hath angels, but no fees.  When the grand twelve million jury  Of our sins and sinful fury,  ’Gainst our souls black verdicts give,  Christ pleads his death, and then we live.  Be thou my speaker, taintless pleader,  Unblotted lawyer, true proceeder,  Thou movest salvation even for alms,  Not with a bribed lawyer’s palms.  And this is my eternal plea  To him that made heaven, earth, and sea,  Seeing my flesh must die so soon,  And want a head to dine next noon,  Just at the stroke when my veins start and spread,  Set on my soul an everlasting head.  Then am I ready, like a palmer fit,  To tread those blest paths which before I writ.

Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618)

[inventit]

@shotputd : [ CHALLENGE ]

miu's   oft   accustomed   herself   to   her   defensive   display   of   harlotry,   the   veneer   of   sexiness   and   experience   that   she   wears   like   unblotted   lipstick.   and   she's   eager   to   blab   about   her   worldliness,   attempt   to   smear   it   in   others'   faces   like   her   only   form   of   solace   in   such   a   cruel   and   unforgiving   world.   but   to   be   heard   is   to   be   dismissed   :   she's   never   quite   readied   herself   to   have   her   vitriol   challenged   nor   questioned,   only   have   her   words   defenestrated   from   value   or   power.

the   scene   is   set,   rantaro's   fingers   delicately   elevating   her   chin   upwards,   lips   firm   against   hers   —   roseate   hues   painting   a   physiognomy   of   much   unfamiliar   tenderness,   passion.   especially   granted   .   .   .   well,   she's   never   been   kissed   before,   nothing   beyond   a   chaste   peck   on   the   cheek,   nothing   compared   to   the   fervor   of   the   connection   between   the   two.   the   intimacy,   while   aberrant,   was   not   unwelcome,   and   for   as   long   as   the   duration   of   the   buss,   she's   praying   it   is   perpetual.

❝   ahh,   mossballs   .   .   .   where'd'ja   learn   something   like   that   ?   ❞

[stillgrows]

the ramshackle dormitory......... leaves a lot to be desired. it's an old building, and one clearly lacking the regular maintenance schedule the rest of the school grounds appear to keep. he's managed to glean that it sat abandoned save for the ghosts for some time, although how long that period of time was he can only guess based on the thick layers of dust that remain settled in some stubborn places.

it's easy to guess who the blame for ramshackle's state falls on ( and it certainly isn't the lone living, human resident of the place ), but rollo knows there's no point in fussing over those details when it's a simple enough task to take matters into his own hands.

for a moment, the new student doesn't react to yuusei's statement. he simply stares at the room, pan and broom still in-hand. he's scrutinizing the space, although his expression remains mostly impassive besides a deepening furrow in his brow. “the ghosts have keg parties,” rollo repeats finally, and it's a minute more before whatever light shock took over is blinked away. “every tuesday?” doesn't that keep you awake?

" Don't bother-- " The young prefect gestures lazily to the ragged broom and dustpan the other is wielding. It's nice that Rollo wants to tidy up around here- Weird considering, well...everything. But still nice. Even so, the niceness of the sentiment hardly matters when... " The ghosts have their keg parties in here on Tuesday nights. "

Were it not for Yuusei's completely serious expression, it would be easy to surmise that he's joking around. But unfortunately he's not. He's serious and so is the massive mess that turns up every Wednesday morning in the lounge. This is Yuusei's life, and now...he guesses it's Rollo's too.

@stillgrows

[gwordhres]

@unblot​ asked: 

silver points to the text. “see?”

“ i never said that you were wrong!! ” it’s just that you didn’t have to say it like that.

[corferox]

@unblot​ ( for mawweus )

     ❝ do you want some ? ❞

[igniida]

@unblot​/Salem also has a friend: “Sorry.” Their touch is a little less gentle than usual as they forcibly pry the small Salem resembling creature from Idia’s shoulder. They’d been looking all over for it all afternoon & assumed it had been hiding in a corner somewhere. Who knew it would find Idia & start clinging to him.

“It’s no problem.” Idia replies trying to hide the disappointment in his tone when Salem removes the smaller version of themselves from him. He usually wasn’t one for being touched anyone who knew anything about him knew that. He hated being grabbed unexpectedly or being climbed on or clung too. But it was different with this little creature, with most little creatures. With this odd thing that resembled so much the one who lingered in his heart he almost didn’t want it to let go. It was why he’d let it follow him, climb him, cling to him through out most of the day. He didn’t know what it was nor what it’s intentions were. But he knew it was cute incredibly cute even and he found himself endeared to it.

However he couldn’t say that, that’d be so embarrassing. He’d truly rather die then admit to something so heartfelt and true as to that feeling. So when Salem takes the creature back he even helps detach it’s little paw like feet from his shoulder. His hands do linger on it, patting it’s head and staying there a moment before he pulls his hand away.

“It’s... It’s umm... Not a problem.” He repeats unsure what to tell his dear friend. Part of him says he can tell them the truth. That if they like they can leave it with him. Or better yet both of them can stay. Yet the thought alone is enough to have him feeling like curling into himself and dying of embarrassment. “Wha-What is it? It’s... It’s super cute. Looks kinda like you. No-not that you’re cute! I mean you are but not in the same way! More like a different way! I-I-I-I’m gonna stop talking.”