Faye

𝙃e would have piercings I fear. I think that he got it when he had a favorite anime character that had piercings, so he was like "fuck I should do that" then bought those DIY piercing things— don't worry Ortho helped him so that he won't have an infection.

The piercings in question? Tripple vertical helix and a side labret 🤤 he sometimes fidgets his side labret with his tongue when he's bored, he also traces the tips of his tripple vertical helix when he's nervous.

Speaking of fidgeting— this man is the biggest fidget freak ever. He's probably embarrassed to admit it, but, he has: needoh's, slimes, pop it's, and those niche fidget toys stored in a hidden cabinet that has locks. He swears that it's not a problem, however if you're in close proximity in a public setting he starts to fidget the ends of your shirt to calm himself down, he also squeezes the life out of your thighs if he's mad, and he also traces patterns on your arm when he's bored, and— okay I'll stop, BUT YOU GET IT, he's very fidgety person, and you better get used to it because he cannot physically stop himself no matter how hard he tries.

You know the thing that he does to ragebait people into doing what he wants? Yeah he does that to you sometimes just to get on your nerves because this man likes that mad expression on you. If you're easily ragebaited? He's gonna have a grand old time with you— doesn't even matter if you're in a good mood, he's gonna piss you off with a smile because he's a little shit.

However. If you ragebait him back with sarcasm? He's gonna get all pouty and sad because he doesn't know if you're joking or not, and he will ask you if you're serious or not. Sarcasm is literally his biggest weaknesses because he cannot read the room/tell the undertones in people's tone no matter how hard he tries. If you say you hate him with a joking tone? He's gonna stare at you with sad eyes and ask "wait you're serious?" Because he thinks you're actually serious— YES he needs tone indicators in real life and HE WILL demand you to put a tone indicator in your sentence, I don't make the rules.

He has Autism, ADHD, PTSD, and anxiety. Argue with the wall— I feel like his parents paid for a therapist to diagnose him since they had an inkling. His ADHD and Anxiety are medicated so it's not really a struggle, but he still needs extra support— he has Ortho for that so his parents don't really need to worry.

I also feel like Idia has anemia— not even the subtle kind, it's the severe one that frequently gets him sent to the doctor. He also has iron supplements for it, but sometimes he forgets and Ortho or you have to remind him of it— better yet, shove it up his mouth if he's stubborn. I feel like because of his anemia, he has a cold body; he holds your hands/cuddles with you if he ever feels too cold, he probably also has a heater but refuses to acknowledge it when you're around because he's touch starved and wants warmth specifically from you.

A hill that I'm willing to die on? Him being a demisexual. He first thought that he was Aromantic, but then he got to know you and got closer to you then started to develop feelings— yeah... He got confused and went on a deep rabbit hole about microlabels then found demisexual and ran with it. He literally thought it was transcending his game and never went back since. Moreover, I think he secretly uses he/they pronounce but he hides it because he's afraid that someone might make fun of him.

He has a thing for thick thighs— I think that his obsession with thighs started when he said "boobs are overrated, thighs are better" as a way to be different from the 'normies' but then it started to spiral more and more until he got reigned as the king of team thighs. He doesn't play about thighs— if you have thick thighs and you're insecure about it? You won't survive him— every day he'll remind you that he loves you for who you are and will never shut up about it. Deadass doxxed someone for saying boobs are better than thighs, that's how serious this is. He probably bit you once or twice on your thighs because he got cuteness aggression, does he regret it? No— no matter how much you scold him, he'll just sit there with a dopey smile thinking about how soft it was.

HE IS NOT BUILT LIKE A STICK— I know that it might seem like it because his diet consists of ninety percent vitamins and meds, but let's all keep in mind that he deals with computers and builds robots, those shit are heavy as fuck, and the fact that he can lift those just by himself? There's definitely something going on there. So yes, while he looks like a stick, he probably has a little bit of muscles that he got from doing those heavy machinery. BUT, don't expect him to lift you up, he'll hold up at least ten seconds before falling— and that's just me being generous.

This is probably a projection BUT I will stand by the "Idia shroud makes fanfics and fanarts agenda" propaganda actually, let me take a step further and say he's a well known one. He probably has his own fanbase because of the amount of fanarts and fanfics he makes, he also makes those in depth essays about a character when that character gets mischaracterised— does not play about it, will definitely block someone just for mischaracterizing his favorite character.

Probably acts like a cat sometimes just because he was bored— which eventually led him to make a website dedicated to simulate the feeling of being a cat. A weird way to spend him weekends, but he's done worse.

Has gone through multiple rabbit holes before and now knows like twenty facts about seals, and two facts about cannibalism. His brother literally had to snap him out of his constant loop of finding rabbit holes. Majority of those rabbit holes were because he was either making sure his fanfics were accurate, or because of his OCs.

I feel like he has the tendancy to be dependant on you— he knows it's unhealthy, but what did you expect from someone who spent ninety-five percent of his childhood isolated? So yes, he makes you open your location or atleast spend time in his room seven times a week— please set boundaries 😭. He just has seperation anxiety so he can't help but be clingy, so it's best to set boundaries so that he'll limit his dependency. I feel like it's hard to have a healthy relationship with him, but give him time and he'll change, you just need patience because this man is stubborn as fuck.

He's also avoidant? Like at first when you two become friends he's avoidant and tries to distance himself to you, thinking that he doesn't deserve friends. However, if you keep on persisting, he'll actually open up to you. Until finally, you two are at this point of your relationship.

I know that allot of people dismiss his character into an introvert stereotype, but if you could just analyse his character, you can find allot of contradictions that make him so much more complex than people make him out to be.

He's self conscious, but he's also prideful, he's introverted and is deathly afraid of social interactions, but we can see how much he needs friends even though he tries to deny it, he hates opening up or making friends, but he definitely needs to— my point is, Idia is a walking contradiction and it's fun writing about that.

DISCLAIMER: art based on "Julietta" MV art by HoneyWorks Yamako, made only for personal yume entertaiment not profesional portfolio!

The night was young, the small glimpses of the sun still permeated in the sky. The wall opposing you had become the center of attention. You sat, hunched over with your hands tangled in your hair, millions of thoughts consuming every empty spot of your brain. Your phone lay faced up, the screen open to your boyfriend, Idia Shroud’s contact. To be fully honest, you were going through some mental issues. I mean its not entirely normal to sit staring at text that said something along the lines of “you dont even love me, i hate you.” (With so much more vulgar wording of course).

It felt like two choices sat in front of you, let the feeling pass and deny what your brain yearns for or send the text and ruin yet another good thing in your life.

What did this stem from? He had waited an hour to reply to a simple text. In your mind currently, this was the world’s worst offense.

Your fingers hesitated yet tapped the screen, deleting all of your rage fueled (and very creative) list of insults to him. You took a deep breath, straightening your back. Both your thumbs made contact to type a simple question.

“Do you even love me?”

Now this was a compromise, albeit a fairly strange and aggressive question out of the blue but it worked. You sighed, it felt like all the weight had left, now only leaving you with tear stains and red scratch marks on you. The three dots of dread filled your vision. Oh god damn it. I mean you wanted him to reply but it would be easier if he just left it and you.

“What lol”

“Ofc i do.”

You squint at the message. He doesn’t have a clue whats going on with you. It was all confusing, you had convinced yourself that he hated you. He had to be lying, right?

“Dont lie to me.”

You reply, just to be safe. The pit of pure and utter despair still stayed strong. All you could hear was the pounding of your heart, the faintest chirp of grasshoppers, and the soft snoring of grim. All of that didn’t matter though, it was barely audible over the rush of intrusive thoughts.

“Y would i lie abt that??”

He paused, probably (texting other girls…) to build up the courage to say this without a violent rush of embarrassment.

“Ur my n1 normie in the world.”

Okay… your mind quieted down just slightly. He wouldn’t throw that out all willy nilly.

“Do you have another gf i dont know abt?”

You press further, despite the obvious aggression in your words, this was far from what you truly wanted to say.

“Dude i barely managed to get u”

“If i had another gf i think i would die from all the interaction lolol”

You simply thumbs up his last message, too scared that if you were to type a reply that it would mostly be curses and a few hits too close to home. You wipe your face, smearing what left over makeup you still had from the school day.

“R u all good?”

The question was confusing to you as well. I mean you felt amazing, if you ignore the consistent thoughts of Idia hating you, using you, and cheating on you. It was sweet, i guess… “Why do u even care?” Stayed typed and ready on your screen. Taking a deep breath, you get up and walk towards the sink. You grab a washcloth, dousing it in freezing cold water. you cover your entire face, the sensation causing you to simultaneously wake up and pull yourself out of the mindset of black and white. You carry the damp cloth with you as you type out a new message, minutes already passed as he watched you type.

“Im not doing great, sorry for annoying you.”

It was simple, straight to the point, and an apology. Another win for you and your genius mind.

“Whats wrong?”

“And you arent annoying me”

God, can he just ignore you again… living every second of it was already humiliating but admitting it was worse. Your eyebrows furrowed, you tried to think of any sort of evidence instead of “i thought you hated me and were with other people over one hour of silence a few days ago.”

“It’s not a big deal, I just thought you hated me or smth”

“Did i do smth to make you think that”

You pause. It’s better to be honest than to make something up i guess…

“You didn’t reply to me for an hour on Tuesday.”

“I know it’s stupid now, sorry.”

You felt tears poke out once more. This was all so dumb. Five seconds ago you felt nothing but anger but now all you felt was shame.

“You dont have to say sorry”

“It would be hypocritical if i judged you for that lol”

“I dont go a single day w/o thinking of you w someone more extroverted”

You wiped your face again, the tears pouring even if you didn’t want them to.

“I would never do that,, u arre like myy best friend ++ the bst bf wver”

The tears fogged your vision, making all the typos.

“Ur my best friend and the best partner ever 2”

You were now ugly sobbing into your hands, anyone else you had expressed this to had shoved a big ol middle finger straight in your face. It was weird, how could he of all people be the kindest to your… outbursts…?

“Srsly idk how ur that tired now”

“Maybe im just a giant nightowl”

You glimpse from the cracks of your fingers, only seeing the globs of white.

“Thank u for being so awsom.”

“I love you”

You send after a minute. You grab your phone, tip toeing beside grim as he slept soundly. You felt fine now, vaguely embarrassed but more assured than anything. The wet cloth presses against the back of your neck, keeping you somewhat calm as you make your way to your bed. You check your phone one last time before forcing yourself to go to bed.

“I love you too.”

The night was young, the small glimpses of the sun still permeated in the sky. The wall opposing you had become the center of attention. You sat, hunched over with your hands tangled in your hair, millions of thoughts consuming every empty spot of your brain. Your phone lay faced up, the screen open to your boyfriend, Idia Shroud’s contact. To be fully honest, you were going through some mental issues. I mean its not entirely normal to sit staring at text that said something along the lines of “you dont even love me, i hate you.” (With so much more vulgar wording of course).

It felt like two choices sat in front of you, let the feeling pass and deny what your brain yearns for or send the text and ruin yet another good thing in your life.

What did this stem from? He had waited an hour to reply to a simple text. In your mind currently, this was the world’s worst offense.

Your fingers hesitated yet tapped the screen, deleting all of your rage fueled (and very creative) list of insults to him. You took a deep breath, straightening your back. Both your thumbs made contact to type a simple question.

“Do you even love me?”

Now this was a compromise, albeit a fairly strange and aggressive question out of the blue but it worked. You sighed, it felt like all the weight had left, now only leaving you with tear stains and red scratch marks on you. The three dots of dread filled your vision. Oh god damn it. I mean you wanted him to reply but it would be easier if he just left it and you.

“What lol”

“Ofc i do.”

You squint at the message. He doesn’t have a clue whats going on with you. It was all confusing, you had convinced yourself that he hated you. He had to be lying, right?

“Dont lie to me.”

You reply, just to be safe. The pit of pure and utter despair still stayed strong. All you could hear was the pounding of your heart, the faintest chirp of grasshoppers, and the soft snoring of grim. All of that didn’t matter though, it was barely audible over the rush of intrusive thoughts.

“Y would i lie abt that??”

He paused, probably (texting other girls…) to build up the courage to say this without a violent rush of embarrassment.

“Ur my n1 normie in the world.”

Okay… your mind quieted down just slightly. He wouldn’t throw that out all willy nilly.

“Do you have another gf i dont know abt?”

You press further, despite the obvious aggression in your words, this was far from what you truly wanted to say.

“Dude i barely managed to get u”

“If i had another gf i think i would die from all the interaction lolol”

You simply thumbs up his last message, too scared that if you were to type a reply that it would mostly be curses and a few hits too close to home. You wipe your face, smearing what left over makeup you still had from the school day.

“R u all good?”

The question was confusing to you as well. I mean you felt amazing, if you ignore the consistent thoughts of Idia hating you, using you, and cheating on you. It was sweet, i guess… “Why do u even care?” Stayed typed and ready on your screen. Taking a deep breath, you get up and walk towards the sink. You grab a washcloth, dousing it in freezing cold water. you cover your entire face, the sensation causing you to simultaneously wake up and pull yourself out of the mindset of black and white. You carry the damp cloth with you as you type out a new message, minutes already passed as he watched you type.

“Im not doing great, sorry for annoying you.”

It was simple, straight to the point, and an apology. Another win for you and your genius mind.

“Whats wrong?”

“And you arent annoying me”

God, can he just ignore you again… living every second of it was already humiliating but admitting it was worse. Your eyebrows furrowed, you tried to think of any sort of evidence instead of “i thought you hated me and were with other people over one hour of silence a few days ago.”

“It’s not a big deal, I just thought you hated me or smth”

“Did i do smth to make you think that”

You pause. It’s better to be honest than to make something up i guess…

“You didn’t reply to me for an hour on Tuesday.”

“I know it’s stupid now, sorry.”

You felt tears poke out once more. This was all so dumb. Five seconds ago you felt nothing but anger but now all you felt was shame.

“You dont have to say sorry”

“It would be hypocritical if i judged you for that lol”

“I dont go a single day w/o thinking of you w someone more extroverted”

You wiped your face again, the tears pouring even if you didn’t want them to.

“I would never do that,, u arre like myy best friend ++ the bst bf wver”

The tears fogged your vision, making all the typos.

“Ur my best friend and the best partner ever 2”

You were now ugly sobbing into your hands, anyone else you had expressed this to had shoved a big ol middle finger straight in your face. It was weird, how could he of all people be the kindest to your… outbursts…?

“Srsly idk how ur that tired now”

“Maybe im just a giant nightowl”

You glimpse from the cracks of your fingers, only seeing the globs of white.

“Thank u for being so awsom.”

“I love you”

You send after a minute. You grab your phone, tip toeing beside grim as he slept soundly. You felt fine now, vaguely embarrassed but more assured than anything. The wet cloth presses against the back of your neck, keeping you somewhat calm as you make your way to your bed. You check your phone one last time before forcing yourself to go to bed.

“I love you too.”