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It was so subtle that only Rollo himself could recognize the signs- the glances, the grumbles, the glares at anyone (Rollo included) who dared to get too close

And then he comes into the lounge to see his tsum cuddling on your lap, when Rollo himself hasn't so much as worked up the nerve to hold your hand...

He's in his room shaking on his hands and knees in agony all night

When you ask if he's okay the next morning he tells you he just had some trouble with the fireplace

You let him lean on you for support and he is sated (for now)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fellow Honest

...Tried (and failed) to teach his tsum-self to do little tricks

It was too stubby to jump through a hoop, too round to perform aerial acrobatics, and when he tried getting it in costume (hand-sewn by Fellow himself), the thing took his cane and started beating him with it

Fellow had long given up on his tsum self, and so by the time Rollo was storming out of the lounge, Fellow was there to cackle about the kid being jealous of a jelly bean

...Then he caught you kissing and petting his tsum, and it wasn't so funny anymore

Having given up on his dreams of touring the world with the living hacky sack, he set out to catch it and mail it to somewhere you'd never see it again

His first attempt (hanging anvil) failed (there's a totally unrelated giant hole in the floor of the gardening shed now by the way (don't tell Rollo))

His second attempt (exploding piano keys) also failed (bomb didn't go off for the tsum, Fellow tried it, no more piano/eyebrows/nose hair)

His third attempt is drying on the side of the house as we speak, a painting of a road on the brick, his most genius scheme yet! This one will work for sure!

Concussion.

But at least he got you to dedicate your afternoon to bandaging his bruises and cradling his aching head in your lap (while he smirks wickedly at his tsum across the room)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Skully J. Graves

...Is on you like glue

His tsum? In your coat pocket. Small and quiet as a baby bat, snoozing in there all day

Himself? Attached to your side, monologuing about the great beauty of the season

Skully isn't the vindictive, angry boy you met in a book hundreds of years ago- he's an aged gentleman

That is, he's not one to get jealous over himself. There's more than enough Prefect to share, after all, as long as he...

As long as... he...

...Did that little scoundrel just kiss your hand?

His cheeks burn

His tsum is trying to... woo you!

And what's worse is, it's working! You're laughing in that lovely way! The sound only his stories of adventure and witty remarks on current Halloween trends can draw out of you!

...But Skully is a gentleman, after all, and he doesn't settle spats with fist fights

He just gives his teeny self a reminder that he could use a miniature pumpkin for the decor this year, and it is just the right size...

...And then back to linking arms and escorting you around the old dorm, talking your ear off

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Swing

...Was about to eat his tsum before you intervened

He insisted he was only kidding (was he?) as you carried the poor thing away

After the tsum had been caught chasing the others with matchsticks and shards of glass one too many times, you decided to put it in a time-out, keeping it on your shoulder for the day

It cozied up real fast, getting comfortable in the crook of your neck while you went through your routine

After a while, Swing started following, shuffling down the hall after you, lingering in doorways and glaring at the bean creature on your shoulder

It glares back, and you let them have their little stare off until Swing grabs it off your shoulder and announces he's ACTUALLY going to eat it this time

Ensuing ten minutes of chasing him through the dorm while no one else tries to intervene (Rollo is tired, Fellow hates that guy, Skully is busy arranging his new miniature pumpkin on the porch)

Eventually you catch him (well, he lets you catch him) and get him to promise not to eat any tsums, including his own

In exchange, he gets to hang off your shoulder all day and watch everything you do

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.

⋆. i. shroud ⋆˚࿔

the second your teeth made contact with his skin he shrieked into his pillow, lips drooling and legs shaking as you held them high over your shoulders to suck him off. that's what you claimed to do, until you did that and he was NOT ready.

you were afraid after hearing his soft, muffled moan go silent he passed out, but his legs were still twitched, along with his dick. you called his name softly, almost silent as you rest your cheek against his thighs.

his face was covered by the pillow, but you can hear the quiet whimper of a plea, a beg for you to continue. his hips jerked closer to you and you got the hint.

it didn't take long for idia to start actually moaning—thank the sevens for soundproof walls, huh?

⋆. m. draconia ⋆˚࿔

his breath immediately hitched at the feel of your teeth against his thigh, but he didn't pull away, his hands just tightened against the pillows beneath him. you kept his legs stretched even as you pushed yourself back upwards.

malleus let's out a tired pant, mouth gaped open as you towered over him, by the second you felt dominant and powerful enough to lean down and kiss him until he was out of breath.

"my love..." malleus breathes, "please, don't tease me like this...please "

⋆. l. vanrouge ⋆˚࿔

when it happens it's almost as if lilia knew what you were doing, and only chuckled softly when your teeth made contact with his skin. "oh, now that's adorable~"

you felt your cheeks burn slightly when you glanced back up to lock eyes with a man who has no shame. you decided to wipe that grin off his face and bite him harder again.

this time, lilia let out a groaned — pleasured — moan. and you actually managed to get lilia to moan, without even touching him. how that's something to brag about.

⋆. s. vanrouge ⋆˚࿔

the moment you bite down harder than expected, silver's eyes widen and he lets out a quiet, surprised noise. The two of you silently looked back at each other and you giggled softly, "sorry, baby~" you whispered, rubbing your bite mark on his thigh.

"just wanted to see your reaction~" when silver heard your reason, he chuckled softly and leaned back against the pillows. "don't...be sorry, that—" silver blushed, "that felt amazing..."

you asked again if silver was okay, and when he reassured you, you went back at it again and loved every noise silver let out.