THE CURSED.

look away, it's what you know how to do best.

[ideashu]

IMPORTANT NOTES.

this won’t be too long but this is just to reference some actions or things for future interactions / posts. will pin this on idia’s blog just to be sure that i, along with you all, remember or have an easy way to see this.

ONE.  idia is awkward. there are even rare moments with ortho where he’s awkward, so most if not all interactions ( depending on the other muse ) on here will start off or entirely be like that. if something about those kind of interactions seems to make you iffy then we can plot out a more... calm approach to the thread / ask.

TWO.  when using his tablet to speak, i’ll put the words in quotations / italics and add that it was the tablet speaking and not idia. the tablet will be used but not a lot!

THREE.  this is kind of a more condensed note for the first one. anyway, for threads, we’ll have to plot them out because in most cases, idia will just run away. there’s an example in note four, below this. but also, you can just have your muse chase him down or corner him for a conversation; which takes no plotting and very likely to happen because then idia would just freeze up.

FOUR.  it’s canon that idia doesn’t go to class often and usually attends them virtually but that will be adjusted depending on the thread. he’ll still attend them virtually sometimes but it’ll be less than what he does canon-wise. if the thread takes place in a classroom, then he was most likely taking a test ( which the professors don’t allow him to take virtually ), or it’s a group / dual project ( which the professors ALSO don’t allow him to complete virtually ), or it was a day where not many students were present in class.

FIVE.  sorry in advance for the gaming / internet terms i’m going to use

[ideashu]

rygfinne​:

Touch a Star [Jade & Idia]

starter for @ideashu​ Prompt: Princess and the Frog: [Jade] convinces [Idia] that they can do anything they believe in

“Idia?” Jade knocked on the door and paused to listen for signs of life on the other side. Rarely did he have the opportunity to visit Ignihyde, which - now that he was here - seemed quite the shame. It was a dark place with clean angles, spacious perhaps for its lack of students hanging about the common areas, and painted in few colors outside of a spectrum of blues. The soft-edged glow of otherworldly candlelights matched that of the screens that adorned nearly every wall, blending past and future to the point that the line between them was nearly indistinguishable.

It reminded Jade of the depths of the Coral Sea - the dark places that the colorful reef fish dared not go. He didn’t mind it, even now as he waited outside of the housewarden’s dorm alone, listening to parse where the thrum of technomancy ended and the breath of life began. But he couldn’t spend all day away from the Mostro Lounge either. He knocked again.

“I apologize for the sudden visit, but I have something to return to you on Azul’s behalf.”

Still only the steady hum in the walls. If Ignihyde’s housewarden was indeed shuttered away inside his room, Jade had only the word of one of his dormmates to go by. The freshman who had side-eyed his arrival had wasted no time divulging what the eel wished to know before snapping shut his laptop and scurrying to some other dark corner of the dormitory. That was the only other student Jade had seen. At least it made his job easier without the preface of a half-hour of smalltalk.

“One of your dormmates assured me that you were in,” Jade tried again. This time he was certain that he heard something fall on the other side of the door. “Azul sent me along with a small token of thanks as well. This, he insisted I deliver directly to your hands.”

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED   —   congratulations on symmetrical golden hues   —   fills the space of the desktop screens.   if he looks hard enough or wishes to ignore it entirely, idia can see the reflection of the small smile that pulls at his dark lips.   it was hardly a difficult feat to overcome; the quest was far from anything but a playground for him, the true intent behind its completion being the NPC he was able to impress during it.  hell, he was even taught a dance by her! that, in itself, is enough of a reason behind the sincerity of his smile.  if he has enough time after the raid today, then he'll make sure to come back to this crystal spawn and relay her idle voice lines.  until then...

reluctantly, idia pulls off his headphones   —   the immediate change of sound causes him to flinch.  the silence in his room is suffocating; he wonders if it's king behavior to adore this stifling atmosphere.  either way, the lack of the game's OST is less admirable so idia quickly rises from his desk chair and moves toward the speakers underneath his pillow.  without much care for tidiness, he yanks his sheets to the side and slips his hand beneath the pillow, retrieving the small, thin speaker plate.  it reacts to his thumb against the screen and clicks and hums and—

a knock resonates against his bedroom door and idia chokes on the gasp that rises in his throat.  the speaker plate powers down when he drops it on his mattress; therefore rendering it useless at the moment.  undesired at the idea of someone being at the door.  but who?  a voice, muffled yet proper, had spoken.  was there a name?  how long had the person been there?   (   fright seizes his heart at the realization that ortho wasn't in the room and probably hadn't been there the entire time he was prepping for the raid.   )

idia, stifling a whimper as he worries at his bottom lip, steps towards his desk and presses his hand against the right side of the holographic screen that forms immediately after he approaches his desk.  flashes of windows file in order, from first to last, of all the common security cameras accessible to him without crowley's call of permission.  the camera pointed towards the outside of his room door shows...  ah....  jade leech.

well, fuck power-ups and grinding, this is a boss battle that his heart can't take.  but just as he's staring at jade's back in the camera, the leech twin speaks up and doesn't knock this time   —   the shock of the sudden voice causes idia to flinch.  his hand knocks the manga book near his keyboard completely off the desk.

cautious and reluctant, idia moves to his door.  he waits a moment or two before pulling it open to a crack.   "   i d-doubt that it's anything...  SSR-tier.   "   but still, he steps back to open the door, keeping himself slightly hidden, cowering, behind the door.   "   c-couldn't you have waited?  i have a raid soon.   "   (   this exchange between him and azul has gotten troublesome, but only the fates know what azul would do if he refused to partner with whatever shit the house warden wanted.  dealing with azul was tiring itself, but the leech brothers??  out of the question, literally the worse, period.   )

"   ignore the mess...  what do you want?   "   idia makes no move to step from behind the door, keeping it open to emphasize the fact that he didn't want jade here.  but also simply because closing the door would give him nowhere to hide.  smart thinking, at least.

[ideashu]

definition of potential - & vil

          if there was ever a moment where idia wanted the fates to strike him down, it would be now.  damn his selfish impulses!  the cruel, senseless little urges that claw at his throat and chest until he satisfies them.  there was no reason to bring up a statistic bar and prepare for combat, not when the boss of the battle, staring at him from down the hall, is none other than vil of pomefiore.   (   underneath the initial terror of being seen, noticed, and embarrassed, he’s unable to think of the emotion curling beneath his heart as anything but true, unmistaken fear.  he knows the taste of that best.   )

            idia clenches onto the small tube of lip gloss and if his strength had been anything higher than the few points of exp he used for that stat, then he’s confident that the lip gloss would have cracked beneath his grip.  but it doesn’t.  he becomes painfully aware of the gloss coated on his lips; heavy, now, unlike the earlier lightness that he had complimented the product to have.

            he should have ran.  he should have called for foul play of the environment and retreated back to his room the moment he had heard the heels of pomefiore’s house warden.  except idia hadn’t heard anything.  an excuse of his headphones blocking out all things unwanted, all things transparent with discontent, wouldn’t work since he hadn’t been wearing his headphones at all.  the valued set of tranquility had been hung around his neck and he only realized that vil was down the hallway when he reached up to rub away the smudge of gloss under the curve of his bottom lip.

            idia regrets it all, now.  regrets even putting on the makeup in the first place   —   it’s disgusting, probably.  to stare at him and evidently know that whatever’s on his face is a rare artifact wasted on a low leveled character.  stats with no experience.   (   through the wisps of his panic, idia does not realize that his small string bag of makeup products had fallen from his hands and onto the ground.   )

            “   h-h-hey, uh, s-sir vil,   ”   idia gulps, his voice too silent to hear from where vil stands down the hall.  manicured hands sweat and clam up as his body tenses, back immediately trying to curl his body in on itself to make him appear smaller.   “   uh, w-why are y... u-uhm, d-d-don’t you need beauty... sleep?   ”

@fielerex

[spiltichor]

send  “OBSERVE”for a mini-drabble of how MY MUSE sees and/or thinks about YOUR MUSE while they do something completely ordinary. This can be them reading, cooking, sleeping, just ordinary moments the often get glossed over in threads and roleplays. Feel free to specify what your muse is doing if you want to!

make sure to specify the muse for multimuses!

[lynune]

just some quick shround drawings

[ideashu]

[COMPLIMENT]

do not meet me, idc if it’s cute or not.

        kalen’s compliment   —   a clutter of waving arms and a thrilled expression   —   manages to destroy every safety net that idia’s set in his mind.  the reaction is immediate; shoulders rising as he squeaks out a protest so incoherent, that it’d be impossible to think that this man was the one able to easily secure a character’s interest with a few words.  his hair crackles and with a hissing pop, flushes a pretty, pretty pink tint.  almost similar to the very color that paints a dreadful blush over idia’s face.  almost.

          idia gives only a moment of vulnerability before immediately reaching back and yanking his hood over his wild locks of emotion - responsive hair.  the classroom is empty, thankfully; maybe there’s some hope in the great seven for allowing him this bit of privacy.  even when the man in front of him, the entire reason of this response, continues to stand almost oblivious to the growing discomfort feeding at idia’s heart.

          “   s-stop, it’s...   ”   he pauses, swallowing the cruel taste of anxiety and pretending that its flavor is that of resentment.   “   it’s ugly.  m-my hair isn’t even that.. it’s not cool, it’s annoying and everyone keeps looking at it despite every hood i wear   —   fuck, it’s annoying, i... a-and stop waving your h-hands around!  i... it doesn’t even look like that!   ”

          this isn’t pro.  nor a lucky drop of the artifact of luck, because the simple fact that kalen saw his hair as something more than what it was proved every point his pathetic, stupid played out for him; that to be noticed was bad.  every compliment was a lie, a manipulation of desire and intention.  kalen noticed his hair as something cool, something to be proud of, but being happy only brought the curiosity of others, right?

          idia pulls the hood down further, curling his knees to hit the bottom of the desk as he presses his head against the desk’s surface.  this is bad, bad, badbadbadbad—

          “   i... i guess the heat f-from my hair is..... relaxing?   ”   (   a muffled response, slipping between the possibilities of a whine.  he isn’t sure if he’s whispering this as a comfort for himself or a conclusion for kalen.   )

[ideashu]

taken from here; @rove-bogge

( i rolled 26 Princess and the Frog: My muse convinces your muse that they can do anything they believe in )

He had heard the whisper of self doubt from the other and he felt annoyed. Who was the root cause that cause Idia his dear house warden someone he actually admired to think so lowly of himself. He wondered if the house warden meeting had gone badly...the Heartsbyul leader was always so harsh because there standards of doing things was different to Idia's .

He waited for a moment in the ramble where the other would need to draw breath quickly (and gently) slapping his hands on Idia's cheeks and turning the others face so golden eyes would meet his blackish grey ones.

"Firefly! You know your amazing right? We all believe in your talent and skills!" He huffed feeling himself fluster slightly at how feelsy he was being but if it helped Idia feel better about himself then he would do it...even if Idia hated him or saw him as nothing but a disgusting bug boy...he accept this one sided friendship...

"And if you can't believe in yourself...Believe in me! Who believes in you!" He grinned stupidly before letting the other go hoping maybe the anime quote would make the other feel better. clearing his throat looking away awkwardly slightly flushed on the tips of his ears he scoffed. "Now stop being such a hot flush dork about what idiot people say...." He grumbled.

          he had come apart by the strings of thinning composure.  there was no door to separate him and rove, and yet here he stands, without a pause of breath nor an altar of white lies.  he lets it all out; anger and resentment but it all is directed on a road towards himself.  this is not his first time filling his airway with complaints on his own purpose of breathing.  this is not his first time reflecting on every twitch that pulls his fingers or every tremble that grabs hold of his knees at the very thought of socializing.  and yet this is his first time speaking it out to someone that isn’t his brother, or a housewarden stuck behind the safety of his enclosed door.

          idia raises his knees to his chest and pulls them closer, back curved in an attempt to maybe disappear.  maybe, just maybe, when his lips became sore and his throat lacks the weight of his rant, then he’ll disappear.  develop a skill of invisibility that his avatar never earned but maybe, just this time, the fates would be nice to him.  generous, if anything.

          the rush of his words stop and idia inhales a shaky breath, unable to suppress the urge to pull a hood over his face, hide his features, and—

          movement shifts from the side of his vision and idia raises his head, blinking with a surprised light on his expression.  as if he had forgotten of rove’s presence; the guilt of ranting to a solo mvp?  the shock of having two palms press against his face and his head turned to the side.  but it’s at the moment that rove’s hands make contact, that idia’s mind comes to a blank.  buffering as useless as a disconnected router.  rove’s words fall on deaf ears   —   but the body reacts where the mind does not.  flickers of pink, a rose blush, begins to lighten his hair; warm and so, dearly unwanted.

          idia hears nothing but the drumming of his heart in his head, the hoarse humming in his throat, and the bit of words that his ears manage to catch from rove, are the grumbles of a finishing line.  all too much yet all too little   —   the moment that he pulls his face from rove’s grasp, clutching at his cheek like the flushed maiden he spoken to earlier in his series gameplay, idia’s vision grows dark.  eyelids lower with the weight of embarrassment and suppressed want.  and idia falls limp sideways.

[fluffernuttermemes]

Questions About Your Muse’s Personality

What words or phrases do they overuse?

Do they have a catchphrase?

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?

Are they introverted, extroverted, or ambiverted?

Do they ever put on airs?

What bad habits do they have?

What makes them laugh out loud?

How do they display affection?

How do they want to be seen by others?

How do they see themselves?

How are they seen by others?

Strongest character trait?

Weakest character trait?

How competitive are they?

Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider?

How do they react to praise?

How do they react to criticism?

What is their greatest fear?

What are their biggest secrets?

What is their philosophy of life?

When was the last time they cried?

What haunts them?

What are their political views?

What will they stand up for?

Who do they quote?

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy?

What is their sinful little habit?

What sense do they most rely on?

How do they treat people better than them?

How do they treat people worse than them?

What quality do they most value in a friend?

What do they consider an overrated virtue?

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

What is their obsession?

What are their pet peeves?

What are their idiosyncrasies?

[ideashu]

resigned fate - & deuce

          he admires how persistent azul is; an unrelenting determination set on a purpose which cannot be swayed.  except he can’t admire this persistency when it’s directed at him.  idia attempts to ignore azul’s demands; something of how the mission for the monstro exchange is taking place today, at this very moment, and that idia had to leave campus now to meet with his partner.  regret settles in his chest and he all but sulks.

          of course he shouldn’t have agreed!  why had he even approached azul in the first place?!  curse his low stats in intelligence...

          the fates dislike him, this is a test of courage and diligence.  sadly, he has only one of those traits   —   the door to his room is opened and idia resigns himself to this horrid, heartbreaking fate.  though this doesn’t mean that on the way to the mirror chambers, idia doesn’t attempt to run back to his room when azul’s attention is turned to his words rather than the himself.  no matter the attempts, since he’s caught with each and every one.

          and now, as he enters the mirror chamber, idia yanks his hood over his head and quickly makes his way over to where deuce stands.  OK, he should be grateful that he didn’t get someone more extroverted as his partner.  and hell, maybe deuce would be an sr-tier partner and let idia just... not go.

          maybe this quest would be so low leveled that it doesn’t take long to do!  besides, it’s only finding some berries and handing them to azul, how difficult could this raid be?  he could even pretend that deuce was just some npc that was forced to go on the quest with him to boost his development... yeah, that... that works.

          “   deuce,   ”   idia whispers, unable to touch the other due to him clutching onto the fabric of his hood.   “   l-let’s drop out of intermission and g-get this over with.   ”

IDIA SHROUD has been issued by Azul to seek A PARCEL OF RUBY BERRIES in the DWARF COTTAGE with DEUCE SPADE. ( @piquuse​ )

[ideashu]

[TOUCH] the sender gently places a hand on the receiver to get their attention...except this is like the 7th time Deuce has called out to Idia, and he's starting to lose his patience, so maybe he isn't as gentle as he could be?

do not meet me, idc if it’s cute or not.

         everything had been planned out.  the song was pinned in his desktop files, already having been processed into the respective style.  the filter was also prepared, something that had taken him hours to do; indecision and perfection mixing together into wisps of terrible matching.  it would be the perfect fancam, something fit for such a debut!  hell, he’d probably die if the preparations had taken any longer than two nights.

          idia knew where and when each part of the fancam would take place.  there’d be an effect that switches the themed clips and changes the dance’s mood.  oh!  not to mention the overlay that would add chorus sung by, of course, the second oldest member of the group; his favorite, miss r—

          a grip tightens over idia’s arm and he shrieks, immediately grabbing the person’s wrist and attempting to put distance between them.  except he stops after recognizing the student; deuce, that one freshman with the weird... normie vibes.  nice but not nice.  either way, it doesn’t explain why he’s touching him!  and where he’s   —   oh, he’s sitting outside for physical training... may the fates strike him down...

          “   o-ow!  let go, i can hear you!   ”   idia, upon realizing that his sketchbook is open, quickly slams it close and pulls away from deuce.  backing up to put a reasonable amount of distance between them.   “   w-w-what do you even want from me?!   ”

          a quick glance back to where the rest of the class appears to be in preparation for something.  but idia can only guess that it’s exercise; and it’s the idea of it that makes him start to shake his head furiously.   “   a-and no... you’ll have to reset all of my in-game progress if you t-think i’m joining the class!   ”   deuce is a GOATED guy right?  he’d let idia sit here, behind the tree, and escape attending class, right?!

[ideashu]

[PICK] the sender helps pick up something the receiver dropped. Azul’s eyes catch sight of the object the moment it falls. Naturally, he’s already kneeling by the time a sharp sound echoes throughout the club room, one gloved hand firmly clasped over the fallen item. 

“My, my, mister Idia,” The Octavinelle housewarden says as he comes to rise, “Inattentive today, aren’t we?” Cerulean eyes flicker downwards to the curiosity in his possession, examining it with mild curiosity. Azul pauses for a moment, then his eyes snap upwards to the other.

“May I ask what this is?” Gloved digits press tighter against the item, a clear implication that there were no intentions of returning it.

do not meet me, idc if it’s cute or not.

          a sound echoes off the club room’s walls and idia ignores it, grabbing his phone off the table and turning to leave.  there’s an event, a limited timed event; and his favorite idol twin characters have finally released their solo debut song!!  he has to be there, on time, the second that the event drops and the update comes through.  and he would have already left if it wasn’t for the familiar voice that calls his name.  he sighs and turns back, disinterested and almost—

          “   HIEEEE—!!   ”   a shriek leaves his lips when he realizes what azul’s holding.  his own scream startles himself so badly that he almost drops his phone.   “   t-t-that’s, uh, uhm, it’s m-mine.   ”   of course it is!  of course it’s his!  that’s why azul called his name in the first place!  idia gulps and clutches onto his phone harder, reluctant to hold his hand out to reach for the device when he realizes just how tight that azul’s holding it.  but at that rate, he’ll accidentally power it on...

          (   the device almost looks like a phone, but bland cased and black.  a variety of buttons and an opening set on its top side for storage cartridges that his mobile memory is kept in.  although seemingly advance in its exterior, it’s light, as if still missing gears on the inside.  and it fits a bit awkwardly in azul’s hand; too big, maybe that is.   )

          idia takes a step forward, then a step back, ignoring the few stares on him from the other little club members.   “   i-it’s a... it plays back, uh, it...   ”   this will get him and his precious item nowhere.  so he quickly fumbles a bit to open an app on his phone, enter a message, and hold it out for azul to read.

          “   it’s something i built to replay voicelines and vignettes that i adore from my favorite dating simulator lol. anyway it’s still in its beta update because it’s hard drive wasn’t working and storing things properly y know?   ”

          the tips of his hair turn a semi-transparent rosy pink, barely visible if not close.  unfortunately, azul is close.  and idia still doesn’t have his device back!  did he speak too much?  maybe he said too many facts about it.  idia pulls his phone back, his gaze still stuck on the device in azul’s grip.   “   c-can i... have it back?   ”   his voice is almost a whisper, but by the seven is he glad azul doesn’t know how to power it on.   “   please don’t make this some kind of bargain, sir azul....   ”

[ideashu]

cancel culture but friendly - & rove

rove-bogge​:

It had been one of those evenings. Played some good poker actually win too, Get a good message from his father filling him in on the store and he had used his winnings on a new baby for his collection. A beautiful Orchid Mantis that he fell in love with the moment he saw the photo. His face was still flushed at the memory as he sighed dreamily. “Oh Dollface have you ever seen a mantis so beautiful!” He purred at the Moth who fluttered onto his face wings flittering impatiently. He chuckled waving his fingers at her to get her to move to the top of his head. “Don’t be jealous your still my most precious baby!” He laughed before pondering. He was sure Idia hadn’t left his room at all today…. Pulling up a window on his pc he tapped away a few times before smacking the enter key. Sending one of his pre programmed bugs into Idia’s computer. “Senpai you need to set a better example to all the other shut ins…” He mused to himself before setting to feeding everyone. Counting in his head till when Idia would likely knock on his door. Well…if the man worked up the courage to do that or send him a sulky email instead… As he hit zero to much his delight the timid knocks echoed round the small dark room that should of had a roommate but no one dare shared with the crazy bug guy after all. Looking up at his beloved moth he smiled. “Maybe Idia will join us for your evening fly?” He giggled heading to the door before the other stuttered to keep the door closed. His grin grew more as he ignored that command opening it and leaning against the frame. Staring up at the other who towered over him even with his cat like slouch. “But talking through the door is rude Ryōchō.” He said with a slight roll of the title on his tongue. Dollface tittered on his head making herself a nice little bed in his messy locks making him likely look even more crazy to the other. “Remove the bug? What bug?” He said playing innocent knowing it would annoy the other. “I’m wounded you come and throw such accusations at me.” He gave a fake sob to Idia before grinning. “I mean hypothetically if it was me who bugged you game I’m sure it wouldn’t be such a hard task to meet the demands after all…”

          the door opens and idia shrieks, jumping back to put a bit of distance between where he and rove now stand.   “   n-no, it isn’t!   ”   he frowns, wide eyes and unease settling into the curve of his frown.  the title is drawn out, a roll on rove’s tongue that almost makes idia hate himself more... resentment never able to age from the sheer fact that he only became dorm leader because of ortho’s excitement at the opportunity; even though his younger brother isn’t even an official student at the university.  well.... there were other reasons but they barely mattered as much.

          something moves in rove’s hair and idia freezes; expectant to the nonexistent sight of something fierce, something evil, something that’s definitely not the fluffy moth sitting politely on his head.  idia stares at her for a moment, maybe two, before glancing down at rove.  his arms stay crossed over his chest.

          “   quit it.   ”   but whatever hardness takes over idia’s features is quick to disappear at the sound of rove’s obviously fake sob.  idia grimaces and looks away, to the side where the hallway extends for some time, instead of looking at rove’s terrible, terrible grin.  this was a stupid decision.  minus ten points to his smarts!  no, twenty!  hell, even putting a temporary negative effect on his intelligence because he went out of his room in the first place.   “   i-it’s not an accusation... you know you did it!   ”   because he always did it.

          idia raises his gaze to look at rove as another statement is said; obvious.  too obvious.  meet the demands?!  the boss raid starts in ten minutes and after the initial roll call, it’s inaccessible.  crimson muscle, idia’s best net-friend who deserves all thirty of the hearts that idia thinks someone needs to be his friend, might want an artifact from the raid, so not doing it wasn’t an option.

          “   the event for the top notch artifacts starts in ten minutes, so no.  a-a-and besides, i’m your upperclassmen...!   ”   and rove’s dorm leader but he didn’t feel like pulling that from underneath his sleeve.   “   besides, it’s not like the bug is... difficult to take out.  but you’re persistent!  a-and what did i even do to deserve such a bonus negative?   ”

          a sigh leaves idia’s lips and he steps back,   “   look, i... what item do i have to trade.  please not my rare artifacts, i’ll die.   ”   although the rest of his words are mumbled beneath his breath, idia keeps the question in the air.

for @rove-bogge

[byubles]

MEET CUTE / UGLY

send a + to reverse the prompt!

— MEET CUTE;

[BUMP] the sender accidentally bumps into the receiver. [SLEEP] the sender falls asleep on the receiver. [PICK] the sender helps pick up something the receiver dropped. [COMPLIMENT] the sender compliments the receiver. [BRUSH] the sender brushes fingertips with the receiver. [CATCH] the sender catches the receiver before they trip. [OFFER] the sender offers food or drink to the receiver. [TOUCH] the sender gently places a hand on the receiver to get their attention. [LIVE] the sender bandages the receiver’s wound. [SAME] the sender and receiver both reach for the same object.

— MEET UGLY;

[HIT] the sender accidentally hits the receiver.  [TOPPLE] the sender falls atop the receiver. [SICK] the sender sneezes / coughs on the receiver. [INSULT] the sender insults the receiver. [SHOVE] the sender shoves the receiver aside. [TRESPASS] the sender is caught trespassing in the receiver’s room. [TRIP] the sender trips the receiver. [SPILL] the sender spills food / a drink on the receiver. [KILL] the sender inflicts a wound upon the receiver. [SAME] the sender and receiver both reach for the same object.

[ideashu]

cancel culture but friendly - & rove

          it’s right as his character finds the npc to the corresponding quest in his sidebar, when the world on his screen slowly begins to glitch.  first, it’s the streetlight.  then, it’s the crystal shop next to the central square.  and before idia realizes that the lady npc has stopped speaking, the entire screen freezes.

          he blinks, shocked more so by the lack of the npc’s voice actor; one of his favorite voice actors, mind you!  it was the entire reason why he started this quest instead of spending his entire evening racking up exp for the boss raid tonight.  but no, the screen freezes and in place of where the npc’s words should be, there are other words in the speech bubble.

          ‘ the bug will be removed once fifteen minutes are spent away from the console. ’   though, the screen unfreezes, no matter what option he pulls up or item he attempts to grab from his inventory, nothing works.  idia’s face reddens and he grumbles out a curse as he disconnects his headphones and switches off the computer.

          damn rove and his bugs!  not... not the actual bugs; idia would flip if he saw them any closer than the usual across-the-room distance he always saw them at.  the computer is powered back on and he smiles upon hearing the npc’s voice once more.  though the smile is temporary when the glitch freezes his screen again.

          he could have easily unbugged the game and enjoyed his time in his room, where nothing bad happens and he’s alone.  always alone, which is good!!  perfect for a character who’s skills are solo-oriented.  but no, here he is, in front of rove’s dorm door, with a hand raised in an almost-knock-but-too-scared-to fashion.  he could be in his room.  he SHOULD be in his room!  but if he goes back, of course rove will bug his game again, and of course that’ll mean another couple of minutes wasted trying to put a protection layer over the computer’s hardware.

          (   he had done that last time and still, rove somehow managed to freeze his phone.  his phone of all things!   )

          so, idia knocks on the door   —   and immediately regrets it.   “   w-w-wait, shit, i... sir rove don’t open the door!   ”   didn’t he keep his little... pets in his room?  where idia would be invited?  hell no, that was a bad ending, idia would die!  an unfair insta-kill!   “   we can talk with the door closed.   ”

          idia takes a deep breath and   —   ignoring how he almost chokes on it   —   crosses his arms over his tablet.   “   take the bug off.  you constantly messing with my games is getting irritating.  and y-yeah, i can get rid of it, but you’re like a low-leveled mob that keeps coming back although the quest level is insanely high!   ”

for @rove-bogge

[yutanpo0411]

[ideashu]

— L + ratio + idia doesn’t think you’re funny + you’re not ortho + you’re cursed to be maidenless forever + you’re not crimson muscle

you tell me that i have no bitches, but where are YOURS ?! huh ? i don’t see them !!