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Riddle, Floyd, Idia and Jade (separately) with an s/o who’s very forward and confident when innitiating affection but gets super flustered when on the receiving end of it? :3

I can absolutely do that because honestly I need some fluff to break up the wall of absolute angst that is becoming my writing. Anyway please enjoy some dumb dumb dumb moments of squishy soft Romantic snuggling, smooching, and squeezing

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Characters: Riddle, Idia, Floyd, Jade

CW// physical affection, physical touch, smooching, flirting, PDA

Riddle

You groaned and flopped yourself down onto Riddle’s bed, shoving your face in your hands.

“Dearest, it really it’s that complicated.” Riddle tried to placate, “It’s simple theoretical physics.”

You sat up to glare at him with no real heat behind it, “Easy for you to say, Mr. Braniac, you’ve been learning this stuff since you were in diapers.”

He rolled his eyes and came to sit beside you, “If it was easy enough for an infant to learn, surely you’re capable then, aren’t you?” He baited, smiling a bit.

“Guhhhh.” You groaned, pulling him to lay beside you, “You’re insufferable. I love you so fucking much.”

“Language.” He chastised idly, face burning red as the sudden physical contact, “A-and, you’re going to mess up my uniform…!” He added, eyes darting away from where your arm laid.

“I’ll iron it for you later.” You hummed, tugging him closer to you, “Just take a rest with me. Snuggling is like, ten thousand times better than particle physics.”

“Theoretical physics.” He corrected around the lump in his throat before he simply sighed and settled into your touch, “You’re a terrible influence. If my mother saw us right now, she would be screaming.”

“Your mother’s just jealous that you get to cuddle with an amazing partner.”

He frowned a little, turning to face you, “You aren’t wrong. Honestly, my parents may have been better off getting a divorce.”

You hummed in agreement, eyes staring into his with such admiration it made him flush even deeper.

“I always wondered if your eyes were blue or silver…” you said, leaning in a little closer, “I’m starting to think that perhaps it’s both. A very blue-ish silver. It’s nice. It reminds me of snow.”

Riddle’s tongue caught in his mouth, brain still trying to catch up to what you’d said. “Snow?” He finally asked in a whisper, eyes searching your face for emotions he could read.

“Mhmm. Snow at dusk is always on the silvery colored side.”

For a while the two of you simply laid in silence, basking in each other before Riddle finally got his brain back online and said up to hover over you slightly.

“Wh- huh?” You gaped, surprised at his sudden movement.

“May I do something real quick?” He asked politely. He looked just as nervous as you did, biting his lip until it was nearly cherry red.

“Y-yeah, sure.” You stuttered out, laying still.

Riddle smiled a little, nervously planting both arms near your head before leaning down. He stared into your eyes for a moment, breathlessly murmured, “Stunning.” Before planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

The squeak that came out of you surprised him, and he smile softly as he pulled away.

“Was that okay?” He asked, somewhere between nervous and delighted, “I-I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I’ll never do it again if you-“

“I liked it.” You cut him off, blushing as well, “That was really nice. Though I think it would be better if I…” (smooch, but confident)

Idia

Idia genuinely seems like someone that doesn’t like being touched. Not that he’s afraid, per say, but he doesn’t seem to enjoy it, worried he might cause someone harm on accident between his hair and being bony as shit.

But this is your boyfriend! So I guess you just have to live with the fact that he smells rancid and is terrified of touching you (/hj)

After hearing that Idia is pretty uncomfortable with physically touching, you have to come up with some interesting ways to show him that kind of affection.

Each morning you send him electronic stickers of hugs, A la stickerme. In the afternoon, you go on club penguin and hold hands or throw snowballs at each other. In the evening, you hop onto your mutual open world rpg and find his avatar to victory dance with him.

In real life, you probably don’t see him a lot during the day, but when you do, he’ll maybe let you hold hands before marriage so long as you’re wearing gloves and don’t make eye contact. If he’s feeling really confident, he’ll let you brush shoulders or sit close together.

So it’s kind of a surprise when, after gaming for several hours next to each other in his dorm room, he taps your shoulder lightly.

Into your arms is thrust a fireproof jacket, and Idia’s hair is neatly tucked into a long braid.

“Hmm? What’s goin on, babe?”

Idia looks shy and fiddles with his hands as he mumbled and stutters out, “I know you like to cuddle, so I’ve been thinking about ways to do it.”

You raise an eyebrow, then smile, putting on the fireproof jacket and zipping it up, “if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to.”

He shakes his head, nervously looking at his game for a second, “No, I’m…I want to. ‘Cause I love you, or whatever. God, that sounds so cheesy.”

“Sometimes cheesy is good.” You mumble back, settling into a more comfortable laying position.

Idia turns and smiles at you, hair turning a soft pink as he cuddles in, head resting on your chest.

“Thank you for being patient with me.” He says softly, smiling. He doesn’t look at you, but it’s easy to tell he’s pleased based on his tone and hair alone.

“Y-yeah, of course.” You mumble nervously, just as pink as him as you wrap your arms around him, “is this good?”

“Yeah, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He says earnestly. For once, he doesn’t go on a nervous Idia rant or try and backtrack, instead just letting his comment hang in the air before he pulls out is phone to watch some twsttoks with you.

Whether or not he can hear how hard your heart is beating isn’t clear, nor is whether or not he knows how hot your face is or how sweaty your palms are, but it’s probably safe to assume that he’s in a similar state.

You two lay there like that for hours, late into the wee hours of the morning. You even end up falling asleep like that, curled up together in Idia’s bed, phones out watching cat videos, snuggled together like two little imps straight from the underworld

Floyd

It seems like in between classes, you and Floyd always manage to find each other, no matter what. It’s honestly kind of impressive, since you two can be in classes on opposite sides of the campus and still manage to find each other.

It started out as a one off. You had gone to find Floyd and give him a quick hug and a snack to boost his mood after he sulked away from alchemy class and Jade had informed you to try and steer clear. You, being the doting parter you are, took none of that and instead went to the mystery shop to go stock up and various candies and bring them directly to your moody eel boyfriend.

He, in turn, lit up like a Christmas tree and absolutely threw himself at you every time he saw you for the rest of the day, enveloping you in several near bone-crushing squeezes with the ferocity of a lion’s jaw.

This became almost normal to you for the next week, and you could expect that whatever you were doing, wherever you are, Floyd is probably less than a minute away and he is going to barrel into you or possibly just lift you up and carry you off.

Now, however, was your chance to get revenge. You managed to sneak up behind him, only catching the attention of Jade who simply pretended he didn’t see you as he was talking to Floyd.

You pounce, jumping up and onto Floyd back with a giggle and a kiss to his cheek, wrapping your arms around him, “I got you!”

Floyd tensed for the hot second it took for him to process you, looking to Jade who was covering his mouth to hide a laugh. When he realized that it wasn’t serious, he finally turned and seemed almost surprised to see you.

“Shrimpy! There you are!” He grinned, leaning up to give you a kiss, “I was worried it was another assassin for a minute. What’re you doin up there?”

“I’m getting you back for all the squeezes.” You said simply.

Floyd’s grin turned somewhere between amused and sinister, sharp and wide, “That just means I’ll hafta get you back tenfold, huh?”

The yelp of surprise he earned when he managed to lift you over his head to cradle you in a bridal hold, peppering your face in kisses was well worth the look of disgust on half the halls faces and the look of terror on everyone else’s.

You looked to your potential savior, only to remember that Jade is also Floyd’s brother and definitely not going to help you, based on the look of amusement painted obviously on his face.

Instead you turned to Floyd, who had stopped covering your face in kisses to watch you with a dopey grin instead, and leaned up to give him the sweetest little peck on the cheek.

This, in a strange turn, caused Floyd to get all soft, eyes crinkling in perfect crescents in response and a light dusting of rose covering his cheeks. “Awww, lil’ shrimp. You’re making me wanna squeeze you so hard~”

You will not escape this cuddle bug of an eel (cuddle fish? Deep snuggle isopod? More fish puns?)

Jade

You sighed as you pressed yourself against Jade’s back, mumbling a greeting into the fabric of his blazer. Initially, he seems surprised, even a bit alarmed in his own Jade way, but when he turned only to see you, he relaxed in your grip, gently patting your hands in acknowledgement as he continued his conversation with Azul.

This was, evidently, a very common occurrence. If anyone else had tried to hug Jade from behind, they likely would have ended up with a dislocated shoulder and a sharp, cold glare piercing their soul. But with you, and a surprising lack of fear, this was just a Tuesday.

“Did you want me to make the menu for the next two weeks after that as well, or shall we play it by ear?” Jade asked his boss.

Azul, for his part, was mostly unfazed. Surprised that you would be so bold as to show Jade open affection in public, and more so that he hasn’t made any attempt to stop you, but not surprised that you’re doing it in general. “We’ll get to the menu after that when it comes up. I believe that’s all I needed to discuss, unless you have something?”

Jade did indeed have something, leaning in to whisper something to Azul. You, however, just continued to be latched onto his waist like a living belt. Eventually, when Azul had finally left, Jade turned his whole attention to you.

“Love, did something happen?”

“Just needed a pick me up.” You mumbled.

He frowned and turned around, detaching your arms from his waist as he held your hands instead, “I suppose I should attend to you then, hmm? We can’t have something so precious in dire straights, that wouldn’t do any good.”

Jade hums as he leans down give your forehead a kiss, brushing your hair from your face tenderly.

At the sight of your bright red cheeks and panicked eyes, he lets out a chuckle.

“Darling,” he coos, tipping your head up to look at him, “I thought you quite liked physical affection, no?”

“I-I…!” You stuttered out, squirming under his gaze, ”Of course I do! It’s just…weird being on the receiving end of it.” You mumbled, tuck your face into his chest.

He laughed softly, continuing to pet your head gently, “Do I not meet your needs, my love? Do you need more physical intimacy from me?”

“No!” You squeaked, hiding your face still, “This is good, just-“

“Just?” He hummed, forcing you out from hiding to look up at him, “if you need something from me, don’t be shy in telling me. I want to be the best partner I can be to you.”

You glared, huffing and gently smacking him in the stomach, “You’re already the best partner, I don’t need you changing just for me. And, it’s fine…I do like being touched ‘n all, I just never really…uh, expect it? So I come to you when I wanna cuddle. Seems easier that way.” You awkwardly trailed off, rubbing the back of your neck nervously, “Sorry, I made it weird.”

“Not at all,” Jade assured, an arm slipping around your waist, “I’m glad to hear that you wish to be upfront in your needs. It pleases me to know you value such clear communication.”

You blushed so hard it made your ears burn as he let out a soft clicking noise that may have been a laugh.

“Would you like to take a walk with me? Perhaps it will help with your mood. And besides that, I think we could use the time together.”

“Are you sure this isn’t just because you want a foraging buddy?”

“You wound me so.” He said, not at all upset, “Though, I suppose if we find any interesting flora on our walk….”

“You’re diabolical.” You laughed, bumping into him gently.

He gasped dramatically, “A slice directly to the heart. I shall never recover.”

“Do you want me to kiss it better?”

He hummed and leaned in, “Perhaps that could help my condition.” He murmured before pressing a lil kiss to your lips. “A wonder, I feel better already.”

“So do I.” You giggled, giving him another kiss.

twst first-years as your roommate!

♯— what if you were roommates? sebek, jack, ace, jack, epel ortho. ortho’s = strictly platonic

cw: gn!reader, crack & fluff, pining, sfw, unedited.

notes: i’m just emptying my drafts. i think sebek is funny and i love him so much but i would NEVER live with him… likes and reblogs are appreciated!!!!

𖧷 sebek zigvolt

• “malleus, oh malleus! you are truly illustrious, and above all benevolent! i pledge my life to you! I KNEEL BEFORE YOU MY KING!!”

• new drinking game. take a shot every time sebek says malleus

• you wake up every morning to sebek chanting to his malleus portrait like he’s truly standing with you in your room. you don’t need an alarm clock when you have him bellowing at 5AM. you press your pillow against your ears but to no avail. you can still hear him, he’s that loud!!

• he literally kneels down to the painting as if he’s getting a knighthood (he’s practicing for the future, okay?)

• tells you that you should also join him and prostrate yourself before his lord… if you tell him to shut up he will look at you with an incredulous expression as though you’re the crazy one. are you silencing him, and in association, lord malleus? your insolence besmirches you!

• if it gets too much for you he starts whispering aggressively instead, offended: “FINE.. ( •̀ - •́ )”

• sebek spends a long time getting ready. so if you’re running late in the morning, you’ll want to beat him to the bathroom.

• it’s because of his hair... he’s styling that thing with an abundance of gel. your bathroom cupboards have so many products for his hair there’s literally nowhere for you to put your things.

• it’s crazy because he would look so much better with his hair down. when you tell him that he refuses to believe it, stating that all the elderly in briar valley love his current hairstyle.

• he wastes 10 minutes alone hyping himself up in front of the mirror. flexing his muscles, practicing his smile, dimpling his cheek with his fangs. he rehearses saying “salutations, lord malleus!” or “hello, dear human!” but if you catch him in the act he’ll deny deny deny as a pink bursts across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

• he’s a bookworm, and that’s probably when he’s the quietest. yes, he’s quieter with his nose in a book than he is sleeping because he’s a sleep talker.

• ⇈ if you’re interested, sebek will recommend you some good pieces of literature!! he’s also really helpful if you need help with similar things in class. he annotates his books neatly with sticky-notes and highlighters, so if you ask nicely he might be gracious enough to let you skim over his hard work.

• in return, if you’re good at subjects like maths, please assist him. numbers and him are like oil and water—they just don’t mix. he’ll be so grateful, he might humbly tell you a story of malleus’ childhood

• you have to save sebek from lilia’s antics. he once told sebek balancing books on his head whilst sleeping standing up would help him become more resilient, so at night he would just be standing in the corner of your room… menacingly... it was honestly frightening.

• you thought he’d fall over and crash onto his desk, having to physically drag him to his bed and tuck him gently each time he tried. he never once made it through the night. yes, he tried several times.

• pretends the whole situation never happened. it was his lowest point.

• sebek always makes sure you’re eating well, since he’s a big eater himself. when he’s feeling particularly chivalrous, he’ll get himself extra food just to lend you some, a coy smirk playing against his lips when you thank him.

𖧷 ace trappola

• ace has a basketball hoop on his side of the room. he likes to practice his trickshots often, so he’s probably hit you several times with it when he misses. which is often.

• imagine you’re just walking into your room after a long day and—thwack!—you’re getting knocked out. he will laugh at you before pulling you up and making sure you’re actually okay. i’d be worried he has a vendetta against you or something.

• ⇈ says “it’s your fault for standing there”, pressing a hand against the point of impact tenderly.

• standing where??? in your own room??? where it’s supposed to be SAFE???

• makes a mess all the time in the bathroom. probably leaves toothpaste in the sink and water on the floor. he’s going to make you have wet socks and then he’ll roll his eyes when you complain.

• you have to push him to clean it as he feigns innocence. “maybe it was you and you’re just blaming me!” “just clean the toothpaste, ace!”

• he flicks tap water in your face.

• when it comes to doing laundry he makes you play card games with him. whoever wins has to deal with it. he is a cheater and proud! he’s doing whatever he can to win and grinning like the chesire cat the whole time as if you’re not already aware of what he’s up to.

• you have to force him to do his homework. he just so happens to always forget. but wait! you’re here! you’re instantly now his study buddy regardless of whether you wanted to or not. it doesn’t matter how smart you are, he’s always trying to copy your answers.

• when it’s late at night and he can’t sleep, he’s texting: ‘u up?’ to check if you’re the same. if you don’t reply he literally pads up to your bed and looms over you. he puts his face inches close to your yours and whispers your name because he never believes that you’re truly sleeping.

• brace yourself for a lot of late-night kitchen runs. he’s grabbing your hand and racing with you down the halls, telling you to hush and pressing a finger to his lips when he’s the one stomping and giggling outside riddle’s room.

• don’t worry, he doesn’t eat anything he knows is his housewarden’s. he doesn’t try to get collared, you know. then he practically steals someone else’s lunch (the ‘someone else’ in question being deuce) and then shares it with you.

• you get caught every time, ace’s stomping waking riddle up. he doesn’t even attempt to protect you, claiming it’s not stealing because it’s going to a good cause—your ‘date’.

• he’s only ever joking about the date thing. he just likes seeing your reaction.

• …but if he wasn’t joking, hypothetically… would you agree it’s a date?

𖧷 deuce spade

• he’s trying so hard to be a good roommate to you. he really is!

• at first, he tries to impress you with his full bookshelf. in an attempt to turn over a new leaf, he borrowed a ton of magic related from the library but he’s only read one

• every time you walked into the room he frantically grabbed a book from his shelf and opened it, placing a finger on his chin to suggest that he was deep in thought.

• “what’s gotten you so interested, deuce?” “oh it’s nothing. just a book about…psychology and stuff. really emotional. yeah.”

• intrigued, you approached his side only to find out he’s reading a children’s picture book. upside down.

• each time he thinks back to that moment he is filled with so much shame. whenever you bring it up he slaps a hand to your mouth with a shout, overly flustered. he’s always been honest about himself after that.

• he’s another messy guy. overall? he’s clean—but when he eats he leaves a lot of crumbs behind on his bed and himself. you have the urge to wipe them from his cheeks all the time. this could be reiterated for all the first-years except ortho, though.

• deuce excitedly shows you pictures of the latest blastcylces (he has posters all over his side of the room) and tells you all about his bleached hair days. he even lets you try on his blastcycle helmet and jersey. has a picture of you in it and treasures it as ‘a reminder to not go rouge again’

• you study together but the pair of you always get distracted by having silly little side conversations. one second you’re talking about pythagoras; the next, it’s a passionate discussion about what animal you’d be if you were reincarnated in another life.

• he moves around in his sleep a lot. he goes to sleep spread out like a starfish and ends up on the floor, bedsheets half-on him and the worst bed-head ever.

• you have to fix his hair in the mornings for him. he’ll barely be awake, sleep still in his eyes as you’re patting his head to keep the stray hairs at bay. he’ll lean into your touch but he won’t remember doing it till halfway through the day.

• ⇈ he’ll just be in the middle of flight class, randomly think about the proximity of your faces, then almost falls off his broom. ace laughs till he cries.

• when he comes to your room wounded he appreciates how you ask him if he’s okay before asking what happened. when it’s the other way around, he always rechecks your state even though the school doctor patched you up fine and deemed you well enough.

• he calls his mother often to make sure she’s okay, and you’ve gotten more than acquainted with her.

• she loves you and thinks you’re a great influence for deuce. she’s even happier that he’s made some friends!! she’s always gushing about how she’s proud of him, or asking you to come over with in the holidays.

• “deuce, when you come home bring your lovely friend okay? i like them.”

• he agrees without hesitation, because he can’t deny her wishes—and he likes you, too.

𖧷 jack howl

• your room either smells like sweat and the mens body spray he uses or caramel scented candles that he swears his younger brother and sister bought for him.

• it’s mostly the second option, because jack is good with hygiene and also doesn’t want to make things uncomfortable for you. (his side of the room is very clean, and he takes pride in that, so if yours isn’t he’ll tell you to fix up very bluntly.)

• he’s very perceptive and values personal space, so he’s thoroughly checking to make sure you’re comfortable. will give you space and alone time if you need it.

• he’s got ‘motivational workout quotes’ framed and hung up on his side of the room

• gives you a similar one for your birthday, in order to give you motivation for the rest of the school year. he’s given one to all the first years, even ortho, so you’re not special or anything.

• yours is just slightly bigger.

• from far away it looks aesthetically pleasing, contrasting nicely with all the greenery from the plants he’s raising (he’s a plant mom)

• then you get closer and read: “Train The Quit Out Of You.” “Single Taken At The Gym.” “In This House, Only Hard Work Matters.”

• he goes on morning runs, so he’s out before you can even open your eyes. sometimes, he leaves you notes behind wishing you a good day, since he’s not much of a texter even though you’ve exchanged numbers. sometimes you’ll find notes around the house just saying some words of encouragement.

• if you’re awake, he might ask you to join him. but it ends up being him running out of earshot so fast you lose sight of him. he’ll be running back as you’re still on the first stretch, out of breath. he’ll try his best to wait for you to catch up, though…

• ⇈ you might not enjoy it as much as he is but he’ll be really thankful that you came along anyway. you don’t even have to run if you don’t want to, just sitting and watching him somehow gives him a newfound burst of energy.

• as a reward for sticking with him, he’ll make sure you’re well fed. not that he doesn’t do that already; jack sits next to you, the two of you sharing a plate of breakfast together as the other first-years just share a look like (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )?

• you often find him talking to his cacti. his tone is so soft it’s endearing, conversing as though they’d speak back before watering them. in fact, you find out more from him speaking to the succulents than you do when he’s actually talking to you.

• it’s not that he doesn’t talk to you. he does!! but the conversations are always short because he’s too busy trying to hide the wag of his tail and twitch of of his ears.

• you speak to his cacti, because if jack truly believes it will benefit them you also want to help. he’s so fond of them. when he finds out you’ve been doing so, he tells you that he’s sure they’re standing stronger and looking healthier because of you <3

• he lets you name them

• Congratulations. you are both now Plant Parents.

• it might take a lot of convincing but if you can get him to cuddle with you in his wolf form you will get the best sleep ever. he’s super fluffy, which makes him really cosy to lean on and snuggle up to.

• ⇈ but you both tend to oversleep and end up late for classes whenever you do it. jack scolds you for it because he doesn’t want to be a troublesome student, but he won’t deny you when you ask again.

• everyone’s convinced you’re dating.

𖧷 epel felmier

• why are there apples everywhere

• the saying ‘an apple a day keeps the doctor away’ doesn’t apply to you! an apple a day is bringing you closer to the doctor. (epel has boxes of apples for his carvings. they’re overflowing, causing apples to spill out onto your floor creating a trip hazard.)

• he seriously doesn’t mean to make mess but the apples just keep on coming! at this point you both have enough apples to keep you going for at least a good few months—but you’re not a allowed to eat them.

• okay, fine, you can have one… or two..

• pomefiore’s bedtime is 10pm, so both of you share the struggle of hiding that you’re awake. you’re both chuckling under your own bedcovers, messaging each other on your phones with your brightness at the lowest setting: ‘is he gone yet? u check’

• vil will be standing in the doorway, hands on his hips waiting for you to peek your heads up. he knows what you’re doing.

• you keep doing it anyway until vil threatens to split you up.

• the two of you will try to stay up till early hours of the morning doing anything and everything. on one occasion you tried to juggle with apples, ending up hitting yourselves in the faces. it left marks.

• plenty of times you’ll send epel a funny video of something or the other and he’ll double over in laughter, wheezing so loudly you’re sure everyone can hear you. your phones get confiscated for a week.

• he’s on his best behaviour now, he swears! and you are too—you know vil only sets specific guidelines for you to follow because it will benefit you both in the long run.

• if you’re injured, epel will tend to your wounds skilfully. he’s been in more than a few accidents being a wild child, and also knows a lot about medicinal herbs and magic pharmacy. arguably does a better job than school staff.

• when he’s injured, he’s rushing back to show them off to you like battle scars. look at the the one on his knee, quick! he stood his ground and won, isn’t he cool? (it’s absolutely tiny and will definitely fade away. he wants to be leona so bad)

• he always lets you see the process of his apple carving and even gives you lessons. he’s delighted that he gets to teach someone something he learned back in his hometown—it’s not much of a big deal, but whenever someone shows interest in it, his chest puffs with pride.

• and when it’s you specifically complimenting him and harveston, he’s super smitten.

𖧷 ortho shroud

• ortho is only just finding out about himself, exploring his tastes and developing his own opinion. (he’s really glad he can share these self-discoveries with you!)

• idia is Not Happy that his brother is being stolen off him, but wishes ortho well nonetheless.

• you will never be late to class from now on because he will wake you up on time. and don’t think about skipping or faking illness, because ortho can see right through you.

• asks how your day has been after school because he genuinely cares. he wants to know everything! school is just so fun to him. he’s so happy about going to class that you start to feel guilty for dreading them. he’ll tell you about his day too, very elaborately. you might be sitting and listening for a while because ortho does not miss a single detail.

• ⇈ you somehow end up finding out what scarabia resident B did last summer with his family, though you’re sure it had no relevance to ortho’s magic history class at all?

• asks you to take pictures of him around your room, literally even if it’s a mundane activity. half of your camera roll is just images of ortho studying. he also wants to take lots of pictures with you, so he can keep the memories he spent his first real roommate fresh in his mind forever, so say cheese!

• you make a bucket list together so he can check things off along the course of his life. you take him out to places he wants to go, and he helps you in return. need questions answered? he’s got the best results at the fastest speeds. hungry? he’s flying off to sam’s store. your preferences are already stored in his memory system, so expect something yummy when he returns!

• he gets very attached to you very quickly, and perhaps even a little protective. if you’re ever going to do anything reckless ortho is sitting you down and telling you the pros and cons, success to failure ratio and extra precautions you should take.

• as he’s only ever lived with his brother and never really had friends for himself, ortho is still used to idia’s social recluse/anxious ways. you could be ordering over the phone and if the person on the other end of the line mishears you ortho is suddenly speaking up for you very angrily.

ortho: excuse me they asked for NO. PICKLES. 😡😡

• introverts love him. fast food branch owners fear him. the ice cream machines won’t be ‘broken’ on ortho’s watch.

• if someone’s bothering you, just tell him. he won’t hesitate to dox a bully or two online. he learned from the best. NOT afraid to resort to physical attacks. has a high-intensity laser beam ready to fire whenever you need it.

• ortho is not rainbows and sunshine all the time. he’s a nrc student, after all.

I’m sick but I always have time to draw Riddle 😭😭😭💖💞💕💞

THANK YOU AMORA <33 you're so pretty fr fr

let's pretend my blue sidetails are here ok

tagging @pen-observing once more, hi Aqua!!

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Tagging: @ethanharli @qtipcottonbuds @just-ilya @sunflowerdaisybee + anyone else :)

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epel felmier: (he forgets he’s mad at you) + deuce:

ace trappola:

sebek zigvolt: (this is not the end of your lecture)

jack howl:

JACK NO BLOCO DE CARNAVAL. SO TRUE. mesmo que ele fique em casa, tem um churras de família e eles deixam tocando o globeleza ao fundo

AND HIM GOING ON FESTA JUNINA WITH HIS SIBLINGS <333 BEST BIG BRO EVER, FESTA JUNINA IS THE EVENT OF THE YEAR FR

also. Ruggie carioca. mto canon. ainda pensando no Leona do Leblon.

After looking at your new header I cannot help but think Jack Howl is br cause thats just him on a bloco de carnaval

BRAZILIAN JACK HOWL HEADCANONS LETS GO (that no one asked for)

...Ok actually it's a bit hard to picture him as br since he's a grey wolf and he comes from a snowy place (also bc of this I HC him to be inuit if he had an actual nationality) but I can imagine what if he were half-brazilian and lived on Brazil 🤔

He'd probably live in the southern region because the climate is cooler, he can't stand the tropical heat

His favorite food is southern churrasco obviously

He'd watch football matches religiously (prefers to watch it at the comfort of his home, he doesn't want to deal with all the noisy fanatic fans)

When it's summertime he goes to jog at an even earlier time (Around 4AM to 5AM) to avoid the hottest hours in the morning

Would he like carnaval? I think he'd rather stay at home and watch the perfomances on TV than actually engage with it outside... Too many crowds outside, too much flashy colors, too much noise, plus the summer heat? No thank you!

He'd enjoy São João/Festa Junina though! Mostly because of the delicious typical foods. He'd take his little siblings to São João parties, his little sister wearing a cute traditional dress (he'd be sure to watch and cheer on her as she dances quadrilha with the other kids) and his little brother would rather play traditional activities, with Jack occasionally playing it alongside him (such as fishing, jogo da argola, darts etc)

Street thugs wouldn't dare to mug him. One death glare from Jack is enough to send them running

Would occasionally visit Ruggie in Rio (I think we can all agree that Ruggie would undeniably be carioca, this isn't up for debate/hj) and try out extreme sports there (hand gliding, zip line, rappel, etc)