#jamil viper packs

[kiwicidios]

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[selenitis-draws]

[starmaidengarden]

HIIIIII I love your writing so much I’ve only found out about your page recently but you really did impress me! And I specifically loved the cute headcanon and I discovered your page from them so can you please make cute headcanons with Scarabia? XD

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚 !

note : thank you so much!! I'm so glad you that you liked them!!

contexts: just some adorable headcanons about the Scarabia boys

— Kalim : Jamil : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. cute headcanons. pt4! Pic: Leo08ph on twt, dividers: uzmacchiato

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ He crafts exquisite, handmade invitations to various hangouts, even though you see each other every day. Each invitation is uniquely designed, often featuring detailed drawins or personal touches that reflect shared memories. It's as if he believes that every moment spent together, no matter how ordinary, deserves a special reason to celebrate, changing ordinary days into cherished ones.

⭑.ᐟ He has an endearing habit of wanting to hold your hand constantly—literally all the time. Whether you’re strolling down a street, enjoying the peace of a quiet park, or just lounging together on the couch watching a movie, his fingers are always intertwined with yours.

⭑.ᐟ He writes songs about you, pouring his heart into every lyric. Although his voice may be a little off-key, the joy that shines from him makes it impossible not to smile. Each offbeat note carries genuine affection that melts your heart.

⭑.ᐟ No event is too small for him to want you included. If there’s a festival happening nearby, he’s already grabbing your wrist, excitement glimmer in his eyes as he plans your matching outfits. His uncertainty makes even the most ordinary outings feel special.

⭑.ᐟ When it comes to hugs, his are truly something unique. Each embrace is warm and tight, enveloping you completely. You can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest, and in those moments, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you.

⭑.ᐟ He even surprises you with food deliveries, accompanied by handwritten notes that say things like, “I thought you might like this! Hope your day is as amazing as you are!” It’s these little gestures that showcase his thoughtfulness and make you feel incredibly special.

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ When preparing your meals, Jamil always considers your favorites, selecting ingredients that reflect your taste. He packs your lunches with care, often adding little hearts drawn in the corners of the notes, each one a lovely reminder of his love that brightens your day.

⭑.ᐟ Jamil is extremely careful to your well-being. He gently nudges you towards healthier habits with soft-spoken advice—“You didn’t sleep enough again, did you?” His voice is laced with genuine concern, making it clear that he deeply cares about your health and happiness.

⭑.ᐟ when he cooks, he occasionally hums traditional melodies, lost in the rhythm of preparing a meal. It’s a sweet little quirk of his that he’s often unaware of, until you bring it to his attention. When you point it out, he smiles shyly, a hint of embarrassment sneaking into his behavior.

⭑.ᐟ Jamil has an impressive ability to mask his emotions, so much so that he sometimes seems to forget they exist. He carries a calm exterior, but beneath that surface lies a well of feelings that he struggles to express.

⭑.ᐟ However, once he allows you a glimpse into his inner world, it’s a profound experience. He becomes incredibly intense and protective, his demeanor shifting to reflect a deep emotional connection. Soft-spoken yet emotionally charged, he reveals a side of himself that is rich and complex.

⭑.ᐟ You comfort him after he burns out from taking care of everyone but himself? You find yourself comforting him after he’s exhausted from taking care of everyone else but himself, his vulnerability glistening in the moments of honesty.

⭑.ᐟ Cuddling in his room—a safe space filled with the remnants of his dreams and a few scattered fears—he finally opens up about pursuing those aspirations. You listen as he lays bare his thoughts, the weight of his ambitions mingling with his apprehensions, and in those intimate moments, you realize just how deeply he feels.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

OKAY I HAVE ONE MORE!! I just read the post you did where s/o got injured after getting in a fight, and I'd love to know how Jamil, Trey, Ruggie, Jade, and Deuce would react if their s/o tried to hide the fact they got hurt? Either because they didn't want to be a bother or because they knew the guys were busy and didn't want to add to their plate. Even going as far as avoiding them for a day or two while trying to (badly) nurse their wounds.

Deuce Spade:

Deuce can’t be entirely mad at you since that would be the same thing he would do. He wouldn’t want you to worry about him either, but now he sees how that can actually hurt more. You had never given him a reason to be dishonest before and he hoped you saw from his calm reaction that you didn’t have to fear confiding in him, either. He was here to be your support if you didn’t want his protection, he just needed you to at least let him in on what was happening. He’d stop anything to take care of you and he makes that clear, wearing an intense expression as he made you promise to tell him if you were hurt like this again.  

Jade Leech:

Jade could always smell blood in the water. While he allowed you to foolishly believe you were hiding your wounds from him, he was aware from the beginning that you were injured. If you were trying to hide it from him than he wasn’t going to point it out until he saw how far you were willing to go to keep your secret. It’s almost amusing that you’d rather be in pain rather than tell him you’re hurt but once your pain is too great to hide, he smoothly let you know he had a few nursing skills as he and Floyd used to play rough as children. He doesn’t ask how you got the wounds (he already knows) nor does he point out that he knew you hid it from him, simply smiling at you and knowing he had you sweating it out on whether you were going to confess or not.

Jamil Viper:

It feels a little like betrayal to Jamil. While he didn’t want the stress of having to care for your wounds thrust upon him (even if he’d do so anyway), he didn’t like that you apparently didn’t trust him enough to tell him. Had he done something to deserve you purposely keeping secrets from him? Your relationship had been tumultuous at first but he had thought you found a comfortable middle ground, where you were both content even if there was still more to learn about each other. He helped clean you up as he can’t help but call you out when you’re clearly in pain, scowling the entire time as he couldn’t bite back his anger at you hiding away your injuries from him. He was clearly hurt and told you to just tell him next time to save him the anxiety of thinking he did something wrong, as he could at least escort you to the nurse.

Ruggie Bucchi:

Ruggie sighed, wondering how you always managed to attract trouble to you.He doesn’t seem to take your you hiding your injury from him personally, saying he might’ve done the same as some things are just too mortifying to admit to. He grinned as he said he appreciated you not getting him into trouble with you, as he certainly got into more than enough with Leona and the others in Savanaclaw. Still, if you were hurt and needed someone to lean on you should come to him, as a wounded animal separated from the pack would get killed.  

Trey Clover:

Trey sighed, knowing it was partially his own fault as he piled his worries onto you without thinking of how you might view that. He dealt with the trouble he was handed because he knew how to, and while it was too much from time to time, you were hardly the cause of most of his troubles. He didn’t want you to hide something like an injury from him just because he seemed busy, even if he couldn’t help directly, he would have been able to get you the suitable treatment and check in on you later. You’re scolded directly and it leaves you worried he might be mad at you forever, since it was so rare to see him annoyed like this. Those thoughts end when you wake up the next morning with fresh baked goods and a note saying to text him when you finally awoke so he could check in on you.  

[22ayla21]

Disney: Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

Silver Vanrouge x Reader | Awkward First Love

Divus Crewel x Reader | Perfection with Chaos

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader | Daddy's Girl

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader | Little Queen

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader | Support for centuries

Idia Shroud x Reader | Flowers burning in the dark

Vil Schoenheit x Reader | Morning rituals of a young dad

Malleus Draconia x Reader | Miracle with horns

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader | The first signs of the fae heritage

Divus Crewel x Reader | Exquisite Taste

Malleus Draconia x Reader | Grandmother's Spirit

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader | Where is my little fae?

Vil Schoenheit x Reader | Time That Cannot Be Returned

Lilia Vanrouge x Strong Wife! Reader

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | Father and his lion cubs

Vil Schoenheit x Reader | Grandpa's Joys

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader | Winged Nannies

Vil Schoenheit x Reader | Language of the Heart

Divus Crewel x Reader | When Discipline Meets Chaos

Divus Crewel x Reader | When an argument turns into something more

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | Family Advice

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | Protected by Lions

Malleus Draconia x Reader | Heir of Dragon Blood

Divus Crewel x Reader | An unexpected order for a designer

Malleus Draconia x Reader | The Cry of the Dragon's Heir

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | Vegetable Trickery

Silver Vanrouge x Reader | Lullaby for Two

Divus Crewel x Reader | Delivery in 41 Minutes

Jamil Viper x Reader | The Light in His Heart

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader | Glimmers of a Past Battle

Riddle Rosehearts x Reader | The Harmony of Parenting

Malleus Draconia x Reader | The Double Miracle of the Briar Valley

Vil Schoenheit x Reader | The Star and His Little Sunshine

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | A Moment of Vulnerability

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | A Royal Evening with a Bold Accent

Vil Schoenheit x Reader | Little Makeup Artist

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | A Royal Beard

Malleus Draconia x Reader | Wrath of the Dragon King

Silver Vanrouge x Reader | The Care of Strong Hands

Jack Howl x Reader | His Little Pack

Divus Crewel x Reader | A Little Muse in a Big Workshop

Silver Vanrouge x Reader | Anticipating a New Miracle

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader | A Meeting of Two Generals

Idia Shroud x Reader | Shadows of STYX with a Small Ray of Light

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | Savannaclaw's Hot Nights

Vil Schoenheit x Reader | Traces of Passion

Malleus Draconia x Reader | Reflection of the Heart

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | Family Meeting

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | Quiet Moments of Care

Vil Schoenheit x Reader | Discipline and Silk

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | Whispers of the Past Through Sand

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader | Maternity Taste

Silver Vanrouge x Reader | Beneath a distant star's expanse

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | The Lion Without Underwear

Leona Kingscholar x Reader | Full Name - Full Defeat

Headcanons

Harassment

Part I; Part II; Part III

Fathers and Their Children

Part I; Part II; Part III

Others fics

The One Among Them

The Wind Awakened in the Shadow of Night

[yanderecrazysie]

Mermay Day 7: Deep Sea

Pairing: Yandere! Jamil Viper x F! Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, mermaid Jamil

Note: These are all going to be short. Please don’t complain.

The elders of your village often spoke of the abyss. Sometimes in soft, harsh whispers about those who had been pulled down into it, other times bragging about how they had survived it back in their younger days.

You were respectful of the abyss- respectful of its mysterious power and its murderous abilities. You had never swum beyond the pretty coral reef…

Until today.

A school of silver fish swam around you, packing together as they led you past the reef. Your eyes remained, entranced, on the little fishies as you kicked your legs and left the reef behind.

The ocean shifted and suddenly, you were being pulled downwards. You kicked your feet as hard as you could but the sea dragged you deeper. Your lungs began to burn, the surface much too far away.

Then, miraculously, the drag stopped and you were able to surface. You gasped for precious air, relieved at first. That relief disappeared when you looked around. You were in the middle of the ocean, no land in sight.

Below you was nothing but darkness.

But in the darkness, something was moving. Your mind ran wild with terror. Could it be a hungry shark? Piranhas? Electric eels? Some sort of dangerous deep sea creature?

You were also getting colder. There was no warmth in the abyss. You could only float there and shiver, wondering whether the cold or drowning would take your life.

Something warm wrapped around your ankle and dunked you under the water. Your protest turned into bubbles, but you quickly stopped when you met the culprit. Human on top, black scaly tail on the bottom. A merman.

Your eyes went wide as he let go of your ankle, a pleased smirk on his face, and brushed back a lock of your hair. 

He was beautiful in the way only a dangerous thing could be. His black hair floated in the water around him, gold jewelry glittering on his dark skin, and his jet black tail beginning to curl around your legs.

Again, your lungs were burning. You gave him a desperate look, begging him to let you go, if only for a moment.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice easily heard, “The deep sea is dangerous.”

His tail brought you closer, possessively curled tightly around your lower body. The surface seems farther away than ever before. The man lifted a finger and traced it down your neck, eyes slitted like a snake, making you shudder and try to lean away.

“You’re lucky,” his smile doesn’t match his eyes, “I found you first.”

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Jamil

*Note: I meant to start writing these when Jamil's new birthday card dropped, and I apologize for being late. I hope to get Ace's story done soon, so I can drop Jack's story for his birthday.

Kalim invited you over to Scarabia for a slumber party. What you failed to understand was that Scarabia slumber parties were not the usual slumber parties. There were no card games or spooky stories being told with the lights out. Every light in the dorm house was so bright that you would have thought it was four o’clock in the afternoon for eight hours of the day. Kalim thought it would be a nice gesture to let the other Scarabia students have a night off of training and studying. Per usual, he greenlit, organized, and commenced the party all without Jamil’s consent, and the poor Vice Housewarden was already preparing for an Astrology exam, which was going to take place the next afternoon.

Feeling awful for Jamil, you accepted Kalim's invitation to the party, but you also let Kalim know that you wouldn't be able to sleep the night over because you also had a test coming up tomorrow (You hated lying to Kalim, but you also owed Jamil a favor). At first, the Vice Housewarden was hesitant to leave Kalim alone with the rest of the house. (Knowing the naïve Housewarden’s reputation for taking charge while also accidentally forgetting safety and order, you didn’t blame Jamil.) You offered to spend your time at the party helping Jamil with organizing some security techniques around the dorm, and once those were in place, the Vice Housewarden could come over to Ramshackle and get the rest he needed for the test tomorrow. Though concerned, Jamil went along with your plan anyway, starting at six o’clock. When the clock struck nine, you said your goodbyes to your friends, and you snuck an already-packed Jamil through the Mirror to the school’s main campus, so you two could walk to Ramshackle together.

At the rickety, old dorm, once you convinced Jamil that the shower did indeed have running hot (and cool) water, you adjusted the guest bedroom once more, so that all of the sheets were rid of all of the wrinkles. You fluffed the pillows to their peak softness, hoping they met Jamil’s standards. As for blankets, you took the spare ones that Kalim gave you as a birthday present and set them at the foot of the bed in case Jamil needed them. In terms of temperature, Ramshackle was not the warmest.

Jamil finished his shower, and he was fully dressed in his comfortable athletic-looking pajamas when he was approaching the stairs. You heard his footsteps pass by your room, which was not what you expected.

“How was the shower?” you asked him.

He stopped in front of the open doorway. “Better than I expected. The silence was odd to get used to, but I spent the last two minutes with the water pounding on my face. I was so comfortable; I didn’t know I was doing it until I opened my eyes again.”

“You’re not getting into bed yet? It’s pretty late.”

“I want my hair to dry before I do. I was going to make myself some tea. Would you care for a cup?”

“I’ll make it for you. You are the guest here.”

“If you want to make it for me, I’ll teach you how to make tea the proper Scalding Sands way.”

You were not expecting Jamil Viper to bring his own tea to Ramshackle. Furthermore, you weren’t expecting to bring his own tea set. According to him, there was only one way he liked his tea, and no other teapot could do his drink justice. Jamil was correct for indulging in a cup before bed. The contents of it eased your body into a state of relaxation. He found you so cute when you yawned.

Jamil helped you back up the stairs and to your room. When he put you to bed, the chill of the room attacked each of your skins. Jamil looked at the circumstances of your bed, and said that you would be too cold if you didn’t have Kalim’s blanket presents for yourself. You tried to explain that it wouldn’t be fair to take them when Jamil’s room was also cold.

“Nonsense. You stay here. I’ll be back.” Jamil fetched the spare blankets from his guest room and began to arrange them on your bed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand your way of working even when you’re outside your own dorm.”

“I consider it as asking for forgiveness of putting myself in your dorm in the first place, Prefect.”

“I was the one who offered my dorm to you firstly, Jamil. I couldn’t let you suffer with all the noise, especially with that important test of yours coming up.”

“I don't believe you know how grateful I actually am,” Jamil confessed. “If you let me…” He cloaked your frame in the nest of blankets. Once the arrangement was to his satisfaction, Jamil broke a clean gap in the layers to join you under the covers. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his embrace. “How is that?” he asked.

Your response was a deep, cozy sigh into the fabric. Your head leaned back into Jamil’s shirt, and he sat his chin on top of your crown, breathing slowly and deeply. The both of you were sure that tomorrow was going to be the easiest test day of Jamil’s life, and he had you to thank the most.

[dolliels]

MISSION REQUITED LOVE!

synopsis: in which you lay out a series of objectives in order to get jamil to like you back.

you fiddle with your hands, looking down at your knees, almost having a staring contest. that exam nearly put you to tears. what the fuck was that?! you studied for potionology… not… if using frog legs for a potion would make the frog family start grieving! what even was that question???

you feel a sudden brush on your shoulders and you look up to see a concerned face. what was his name? jaemeel? jade mile? you forgot, you rarely talked to the guy, but for some reason, his genuine expression of concern made you feel at ease.

“the exam screwed you over too, huh?” he said, chuckling lightly, almost at himself.

you nod, choking back your tears. “what was even that frog leg question?”

“no idea.”

hence was the start of your newfound friendship with jamil viper.

your first impression of the guy was that he was just your average, friendly joe who was trying to get by. you found out that he’s actually quite quick-witted, sharp mouthed and a great cook. his grades are pretty average, but you had your suspicions. he’d sometimes score lower than you in exams and he’s the one that helped you study!

however merciless jamil may seem, he was still pretty caring, just more silently. he’d sometimes pack an extra lunchbox everytime you complained about the lack of food, help out on assignments and tests and however busy he is (with kalim, mostly.) he’d always make some time stop by)

safe to say you’ve harbored a one-sided crush on him.

no matter how close you two were, you knew that you definitely weren’t his type at all. you were a handful at times (most of the time actually! you’re just too stubborn to admit it) and had a hard time fully functioning at school by yourself without some sort of support system. from how jam packed jamil’s schedule is on a day-to-day basis, you assumed he’d probably want to date someone independent, who can take care of themselves and kiss jamil on the forehead goodbye so he feels a little lighter starting his day.

so you devised a plan.

OBJECTIVE: get jamil to like you back

PLAN A : show you independent capabilities!

jamil is often complaining about how kalim can’t do anything on his own. that puts you into thought… neither can you! (lol) you get embarrassed thinking about the numerous assignments and exams jamil has helped you trudge through. your mind gets boggled when you think about it. you’re literally in the category of people jamil probably finds annoying and seeing how much jamil seems to dislike doing kalim’s bidding because he’s too simple minded to do it on his own, you decided that showing independence and that you’re capable on your own would be the most attractive to him.

so here you were, eye bags forming as you loosely write about the history of dwarves. this was a long and tedious assignment and due to your own negligence, you had to stay up to do it. usually at times like this, you’d call for jamil and ask for his help (sometimes even managing to snag a quick glance at his own work)

you felt your hand slowly lose grip of your pen as your head slowly started nodding off. dwarves are so terribly boring! your eyelids felt heavy and the last thing you saw was something about seven dwarves who housed some runaway princess…

“hey.”

“hey. wake up.”

you felt a tap on your shoulder as you lifted your head from your arms. as the blurriness in your eyes cleared, you started seeing a familiar figure… oh. it’s jamil.

jamil was seated right beside you. it was the late hours at the library, what was he even doing here?

as you turn your head to properly look at him, jamil’s eyes widen as he suppresses a grin.

“you- pff- have ink on your face.”

huh?

you look at your pen, then your hand. oh, the pen’s ink must have leaked (or exploded) when you dozed off on it due to the pressure.

the drowsiness left you as you suddenly felt yourself wide awake, face turning an embarrassing bright shade of red.

“what are you doing here? it’s late.” jamil asked, as he looked at the table with all your notes.

“mmph. history of dwarves. essay.” is all you managed to spur out.

“isn’t this due tomorrow? you had, like, 2 weeks to work on it.”

“i know. i was lazy. my bad, i guess.” you shrug as you put your broken pen away.

“why didn’t you ask me for help? you usually do.”

“i dunno. didn’t want to bother you, i guess.”

jamil frowns. “you do know that i don’t mind, right? this happens with kalim all the time.”

he wipes off some of the ink on the side of your face. you can’t see it, but from the smear of ink on Jamil’s thumb, you could probably take a guess that it didn’t help at all.

“go wash your face, and i’ll help you with the essay.”

plan A was definitely a failure…

PLAN B: show your helpfulness!

jamil is a great cook. just the thought of his meals makes your drool. you know that he overworks himself trying to prepare food for kalim, as well as you if he ever has the time to spare for it.

wouldn’t jamil find it attractive if someone could help him cook meals?

unfortunately for you, you’re not as good as you’d hope to be.

it’s not like you’re completely bad, no. as long as you follow instructions, the food turns out fine. the problem is that it’s a carbon copy of someone else’s recipe, so it’s not that special. another issue is that you use the recipe as your complete and total guide, since you don’t know how to work anything without it. so if you were in the kitchen helping jamil, you would need him to i trust your every move and… that isn’t really helpful, is it?

so you decided to try practicing your cooking skills without the guidance of a recipe!

you’ve asked riddle to generously lend you the kitchen (you hope there’s no silly rule about kitchen destruction) as it is already pretty run down from how often trey uses it, so you assumed that no one would notice the small nicks and cracks you might make if there are some already.

to your horror, maybe everyone might notice?

the kitchen was a mess, with sugar and salt flying everywhere (you got confused— why are they both white?), runny egg yolks dripping from the side of the counter (you dropped them after your hands got slimey from the other eggs) and a pitch black face, from the ashy burnt meat that exploded as soon as you opened the lid. now you’re stuck with a wonky oven that won’t stop beeping and you don’t know the cause for it.

“y/n?”

you turn around. did trey or riddle get here? from the whole chaos you weren’t able to discern whose voice was calling your name.

oh. it’s jamil.

“what are you doing here???” you ask, completely forgetting the mess you’re in right now.

“I was just dropping off some beans… because trey asked for a box… what are you doing here?”

“I’m… cooking?”

“i thought you were moderately decent at cooking. this is the type of mess kalim would cause.”

you sigh. “i wanted to try something different.”

“you should’ve called me up. we could’ve made it together when i had the time.”

“i wanted to try it myself..!”

jamil rolled up his sleeves. “here. let me help.”

you frantically shake your hands.

“n-no. it’s fine! it’s my own mess anyway, i should be the one to deal with it…”

“it’s fine. i really don’t mind.”

you disappointedly cross out plan b when you get back home.

PLAN C: make jamil feel special!

you know that jamil is overworked. he’s following kalim by the tail everytime while both managing school and his own personal time. and now he’s stuck with dealing you too. sometimes you’d feel really bad because you knew he’s exhausted, but he’d always insist and that he “doesn’t mind”

jamil is kind. even if he has a sharp tongue and tends to keep to himself. he’s wary, but he’s kind. you want to give back to his kindness.

but how…?

“hey jamil!” you yelp in a sea of students. jamil can easily distinguish your voice and swipes his head to look for you. once his eyes land on you, he slowly trudges through the students, meeting you up close.

“you need anything?” he asks, as you look back at him with excited eyes.

“close your eyes.”

“why?”

“just do it.”

“why.”

“oh my god stop being so wary close your damn eyes.”

jamil closes his eyes.

he feels something stick to his forehead.

“what are you doing.”

no answer.

“what are you doing?”

no answer again.

he slowly opens his eyes to see that you’re gone. actually, he knows you’re hiding behind a wall but he’s just gonna pretend you’re not there.

a sticky note is on his forehead. he takes it off to see what it reads.

“you’re working very hard!!! remember to take breaks and drink plenty of water!!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ”

jamil smiles.

within the rest of the afternoon, jamil saw these sticky notes everywhere, with forms of encouragements placed in areas that somehow only jamil would manage to catch. sneaky.

however, one of them stood out the most to him

OBJECTIVE: get jamil to like me back!!

PLAN A: show my independence!

(note: just be smart and work on projects early…)

PLAN B: be helpful!!!!!!

(note: NEVER cook without a recipe ever again)

PLAN C: be nice to jamil! make him feel special!

odd. he’s pretty sure that’s not supposed to be here.

he puts the list in his pockets and walks away. he’s gonna pretend he’s never seen the list. he quite likes the attention, and enjoys watching you struggle to impress him, even though you’ve won his affections long ago.

plan c success(?) you can’t find your list anywhere though. oh well.

[ducksido]

southern!yuu requester here! Could you possibly do a Japanese!yuu?? I love ur works!!

(This will be interesting as the boys are also Japanese, so like lets pretend that they are from what they're based off as)

Grim

“Yuu, why do you bow to everyone? That’s too much work, nya.”

Loves when Yuu makes proper Japanese food. “This rice is perfect!”

At first, he doesn’t get why Yuu takes their shoes off at the dorm entrance. Then he steps in with dirty paws and gets lectured.

The NRC Student Body

“You mean to tell me you actually enjoy natto?”

“Whoa, your handwriting is so neat. Mine looks like a kindergarten kid’s…”

“Wait, do you really eat KFC for Christmas?”

“Do you actually believe in yokai?”

“Why are your bento lunches so perfect?”

Staff Reactions

Crowley

Acts like he knows all about Japan. “Ah yes, the land of cherry blossoms and samurai!”

Tries to say some phrases in Japanese and butchers them horribly.

Crewel

Approves of their discipline and respectfulness.

But if they bow too much? “Puppy, stop apologizing for existing.”

Trein

Genuinely enjoys their deep respect for history and culture.

If Yuu practices calligraphy, he’s impressed by their skill.

Vargas

“I heard sumo wrestling is big in Japan! You ever try it?!”

Challenges Yuu to a kendo match (if they practice it).

Sam

Sells imported Japanese snacks after realizing how much Yuu (and some students) love them.

“Yuu, I got your favorite—melonpan!”

Dorm Reactions

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Appreciates their politeness and discipline.

“A culture with such a deep appreciation for rules? I approve.”

If they do tea ceremonies, he loves it.

Trey Clover

“You make your own mochi? That’s talent.”

Asks for help making Japanese sweets for Unbirthday Parties.

Cater Diamond

Obsessed with cherry blossoms and kimono aesthetics.

“Yuu, let’s go to a summer festival! I need some cute pics!”

Ace Trappola

“Dude, do you really eat raw eggs on rice?”

Absolutely butchers common Japanese phrases.

Deuce Spade

Respectful of their traditions. “I think it's cool how much honor you put into things.”

If Yuu does martial arts, he wants to train with them.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

“So you’re telling me an entire culture is built on ‘not disturbing others’? Interesting.”

Secretly loves their patience but won’t admit it.

Ruggie Bucchi

“You pack a whole bento every day? Man, that’s impressive.”

Begs them to make onigiri.

Jack Howl

Highly respects their discipline.

If they wake up early for training, he joins them.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

“Japanese cuisine is fascinating. Care to share some recipes?”

Studies their business customs to improve his deals.

Jade Leech

“Ah, so you appreciate the beauty of nature? Perhaps you would enjoy foraging with me.”

Intrigued by their belief in yokai.

Floyd Leech

“You’re so polite, it’s kinda funny~” Immediately tries to mess with them.

Loves festivals and demands Yuu take him to one.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

Loves their traditions. “So your New Year is a huge deal? That sounds amazing!”

Wants to try every Japanese dish they mention.

Jamil Viper

“I respect how much effort you put into things.”

If they know about karuta, he wants to challenge them.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Terrified if Yuu is super extroverted like a festival announcer.

If they’re into gaming, instant bonding. “Wait, you like retro JRPGs too?!”

Ortho Shroud

Wants to learn about Japanese mythology to expand his knowledge.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

Absolutely fascinated by their folklore and spiritual beliefs.

“You have dragons in your legends as well? How intriguing.”

Would love a tea ceremony with them.

Lilia Vanrouge

“You practice the way of the sword? Splendid! Let us duel!”

Absolutely butchers their food. “What do you mean I added too much miso?”

Silver

Respectful of their traditions and discipline.

If Yuu enjoys nature, they bond over quiet walks.

Sebek Zigvolt

“Your dedication to proper manners is commendable.”

Takes their bowing as a sign of true respect and loves it.

RSA + Noble Bell

Chenya

“So you actually believe in fox spirits? Hehehe, interesting.”

Neige LeBlanche

“Japanese fashion is so beautiful! I’d love to wear a kimono someday.”

Rollo Flamme

Mildly horrified by their love for festivals. “Why must everything be so loud?!”

Extra Chaos

Carries an omamori (good luck charm) everywhere.

Writes kanji so beautifully, everyone is jealous.

Makes handmade onigiri, shares them with everyone.

Refuses to talk while eating out of respect.

Hypes up cherry blossom season way too much.

Welcoming Japanese!Yuu

Mexican!Yuu: “Wait, so you also have legendary creatures like fox spirits and yokai? Oh, we’re gonna have some late-night storytelling sessions.” Brazilian!Yuu: “You have huge festivals with dancing, fireworks, and food? We have to go to one together!” Aussie!Yuu: “Samurai? Ninjas? You’re tellin’ me you grew up around legends, mate.” Sicilian!Yuu: “You respect family, honor, and tradition? I like you already.” Romanian!Yuu: “Tell me more about your ghosts and yokai. I bet they could give our strigoi a run for their money.” Jamaican!Yuu: “You have reggae-like music called ‘enka’? Man, play me a tune!” Southern!Yuu: “You bow as a greeting? That’s mighty polite of you, sugar. Y’all got good manners.” Florida Man!Yuu: “You’re telling me you have vending machines for literally everything? Even cursed ones? Japan sounds like a wild place.” Czech!Yuu: “You have folklore that has lasted thousands of years? I must hear these stories.” Thai!Yuu: “You also have superstitions and spirit houses? We should compare notes.” Vietnamese!Yuu: “You celebrate Lunar New Year too? Let’s combine our festivals and see how big we can make it.” Pakistani!Yuu: “You still preserve your traditional clothing and architecture? That’s beautiful.” Egyptian!Yuu: “We both have ancient civilizations. We need to sit down and compare gods.” French!Yuu: “Your fashion scene is immaculate. Paris and Tokyo are powerhouses.” Québécois!Yuu: “So you also have polite manners but a hidden chaotic side? You and I are gonna get along.” Greek!Yuu: “Philosophy? Honor? Your history is amazing.” Irish!Yuu: “So your folklore has shapeshifters and ghosts too? We should swap horror stories.” Scottish!Yuu: “I wanna see if your samurai can take on our warriors in a fight.” Italian!Yuu: “You make beautiful food that requires precision? I respect that.” Aboriginal!Yuu: “You deeply respect nature and spirits? That’s something I can understand.” Arab!Yuu: “Honor and hospitality are at the core of your culture too? We’re not so different.” Philippine!Yuu: “You have karaoke culture too? We’re going to a singing battle.” Myanmar!Yuu: “You respect tradition but also embrace modernity? That’s an interesting balance.” South Georgia!Yuu: “Your food is all about broth, rice, and precision? Sounds mighty fine to me.” Singaporean!Yuu: “We both have strict laws but a thriving street food scene. Let’s eat.” Indonesian!Yuu: “You have temples and a long-standing history? We need to go on a spiritual journey together.” Louisiana!Yuu: “Japanese!Yuu, you respect spirits? I knew we’d get along.” Chinese!Yuu: “We share so much culture—tea, kanji, Lunar New Year… We are basically cousins.”

How Japanese!Yuu Fits In:

The Samurai Spirit, The Quiet Chaos

Polite and respectful, but also unhinged when comfortable. They go from soft-spoken and proper to chaotic in the blink of an eye.

Masters of food, tea, and etiquette. Will destroy anyone in a tea-making contest.

Cares deeply about honor and respect. Will duel you in a battle of pride if you offend them.

Knows both ancient traditions and modern trends. They can teach you how to meditate or show you the latest fashion trends from Harajuku.

Can and will destroy you at any competitive game. (Looking at you, Mario Kart.)

[deezee112]

The worst ending 13 : Snake Charmer's Final Melody

The worst ending 12 | The worst ending 14

Yandere!Jamil Viper x GN!Reader

A/N : Hey everyone! I just wanted to say that this episode might not be as interesting as you all expected, because I'm currently working on a history class so it might come out bad Sorry in advance :(

And I'm running out of ideas right now. Sorry if I disappear for a while, but don't worry, it won't happen now.

Warning : psychological control , Depictions of hypnosis and its adverse effects , Physical and mental decline leading to character death , Emotional distress and tragic themes

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@iris-arcadia

If you want me to tag you please tell me.

English is not my first language.

You found him alone and quiet, his small figure curled up in the corner of the room. He didn’t cry or make a sound, but his dark, piercing eyes followed you every move.

“ You can’t stay nameless forever. ” you said softly, crouching down in front of him.

He tilted his head, watching you curiously.

“ How about…Jamil? ”

For a moment, he didn’t react. Then, his lips curled into a faint smile, and he nodded slowly. you felt you heart swell with warmth.

“ Jamil it is, then. ”

At first, he didn’t speak. He communicated with gestures and expressions, his silence both mysterious and endearing. But as days turned into weeks, he began to open up. His first words came unexpectedly one morning as he handed you a cup of tea he had made himself.

“ y/n ” he said softly, his voice smooth and quiet.

Tears pricked your eyes as you accepted the tea. “ You’re such a clever boy, Jamil. ”

Jamil grew into an incredibly capable child. By the time he was seven, he could cook meals better than you and keep the house spotless. His attention to detail was meticulous, and he took pride in taking care of you.

“ y/n ” he said one evening as they sat down for dinner. “ I noticed you’ve been forgetting to eat lunch at work, so I packed you something for tomorrow. ”

You blinked in surprise, looking at the neatly packed lunchbox he handed you. “ Jamil, you didn’t have to do this. ”

“ I wanted to. ” he replied simply, his dark eyes unwavering. “ You take care of me, so I’ll take care of you. ”

You smiled, you chest tightening with emotion. “ Thank you, Jamil. You’re the best. ”

He was the perfect child—obedient , thoughtful , and always one step ahead. But there was something unsettling about the way he watched you sometimes, his gaze intense and calculating.

It started innocently enough. you had been feeling stressed, and Jamil offered to help you relax.

“ Look at my eyes. ” he said one evening as you sat on the couch, massaging you temples. “ I’ll make you feel better. ”

You hesitated but trusted him. “ Alright... ”

Jamil voice became soft and hypnotic as he spoke, guiding you into a state of calm. “ You’re safe. You’re loved. You don’t need to worry about anything. ”

When you woke up, you felt refreshed, the tension in your body gone. “ Thank you, Jamil. ” you said, ruffling his hair.

But it didn’t stop there. Jamil began using his hypnotic abilities on your more frequently, often without you knowledge. At first, it was harmless—helping you sleep, easing you headaches. But soon, he started to push further, planting suggestions and altering your memories.

“ Don’t you remember, y/n? You promised we’d stay home today. ” he say with a smile, even though you was certain you had made plans to go out.

Confused, you nod, unsure of your own recollections. “ Yeah…maybe I must’ve forgotten. ”

Over time, you began to notice strange symptoms. you would wake up with splitting headaches and occasional nosebleeds. You memory became unreliable, and you often felt disoriented.

“ Jamil, have you noticed anything strange about me lately? ” you asked one evening, rubbing your temples as another headache throbbed behind your eyes.

He looked at you with feigned concern. “ You’ve been overworking yourself, y/n. You need to rest more. ”

You nodded, trusting his judgment. But the symptoms only worsened. you find yourself forgetting simple things—where you put your keys, what day it was, even conversations you had with Jamil.

One day, you woke up in a daze, unable to remember the events of the previous night. “ Jamil, did we do anything yesterday? ”

He smiled gently. “ You were tired, so I helped you relax. You don’t need to worry about anything. ”

You condition deteriorated rapidly. You began experiencing blackouts, losing hours at a time. You headaches became unbearable, and you once sharp mind felt foggy and dull.

One evening, as you sat on the couch, clutching you head, you turned to Jamil with desperation in your eyes. “ Something’s wrong with me, Jamil. I need to see a doctor. ”

He froze, his calm demeanor faltering for a moment. “ You don’t need a doctor, y/n. I’ll take care of you. ”

“ No, Jamil. ” you said firmly, your voice trembling. “ This is serious. I can’t keep living like this. ”

His expression darkened, and for the first time, you saw something cold and unyielding in his eyes. “ You don’t trust me? ”

“ Of course I do. ” you said softly. “ But I need help— ”

“ You don’t need anyone but me. ” he interrupted, his voice low and dangerous.

You heart raced as you realized the depth of his control over your. “ Jamil… what have you done to me? ”

The next morning, you woke up feeling weaker than ever. You vision blurred, and you limbs felt heavy. You stumbled into the kitchen, where Jamil was waiting with a cup of tea.

“ Drink this. ” he said, his voice soothing.

You took the cup with trembling hands, staring at him with tears in your eyes. “ Jamil… I’m scared. ”

“ You don’t need to be. ” he said softly, his gaze unwavering. “ I’ll take care of everything. ”

As you sipped the tea, you vision darkened, and you body grew numb. You collapsed onto the floor, you breathing shallow.

Jamil knelt beside you, his expression calm and composed. “ You’ll be at peace now, y/n. You’ll finally rest. ”

You last thought was of the boy you had named, the child you had loved so deeply have killed you.

Jamil sat in the empty house, the silence pressing down on him. He stared at the spot where you had taken you last breath, his mind racing with conflicting emotions.

He had done it to protect you, to keep you with him forever. But now, you was gone, and the emptiness you left behind was unbearable.

“ I’ll take care of everything. ” he whispered to the empty room, his voice hollow.

But no amount of cooking or cleaning could fill the void in his heart. He had taken everything from you, and in doing so, had destroyed the one person who made his world whole.

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Could I request headcanons for Scarabia + Pomefiore where they overhear their lover speaking in their native language with is neither japanese or english? Maybe they're cussing, maybe just talking to themselves, maybe singing, whatever. Here are the characters + some language samples:

Jamil - bangla: https://youtube.com/shorts/WF2LbzJDzD4?si=11V-UicSCLv8vySx

Kalim - mandarin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_iUCZgObUDg&t=106s

Rook - egyptian arabic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zsz0ou4VX2g

Vil - swahili: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tpol4TKeJ14

Epel - welsh: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufKf4eORcKA

So sorry it took me a while to get around to this request, I've had it gathering dust in my drafts as I brainstormed ideas for it, hehe!

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Jamil Viper

Jamil's first introduction to your language was when you burned yourself in the Scarabia kitchen. Touching a hot pot before he could warn you that it contained boiling soup, you cried out a foreign phrase to him

"Hauar pola!" You screamed, one hand clamping over your injured palm, applying pressure as you glared at the pot "Magir Puth!"

Despite his fretting noises as he grabbed the nearest first aid kit (of course with Kalim, Jamil had made sure there was a pack in every room) and fixed your hand, Jamil had to hide his laughter. He had just assumed that you were making up gibberish like Kalim used to do as a kid- gibberish to take place of curse words.

Once you explained to him that it was indeed an actual curse, in your mother tongue, he was a bit shocked. You mean you didn't originally speak what you were speaking now??

He'll definitely ask you to teach him some words in Bangla- mainly curse words, but if he can get his hands on a book for the language, he'll attempt to learn some "sweeter" words to use with you, if only to get a little bit closer to you...or make you feel closer to home.

Kalim Al-Asim

He's no stranger to different languages! Being in a merchant family, knowing many different languages was essential to business, and Kalim has had so many tutors teaching him so many languages- he's not entirely fluent in all of them since he never gets a chance to speak them, but he knows all the basics to have a simple conversation

He probably knew that you didn't originally speak the current language that you did in Twisted Wonderland, but hadn't really heard you speak in this "Mandarin" before.

But one day, while prepping for a party, he took a small break to ask you to show him a new dance- he wasn't particularly set on what sort of dance you showed him, he just wanted some new moves to use while dancing at the party.

To his utter delight, you grabbed his hands and tried to teach him a little dance that went to an old song you heard in your childhood- of course, since your song didn't really exist in this world, you had to hum and sing it out loud.

He's definitely going to insist that you not only teach him the song, but that you start giving him lessons on your language! He figures it'll be fun to converse to you in Mandarin, allowing the two of you to have conversations in secret, where no one else knows what you guys are talking about!

Rook Hunt

Ooh, la la!

He's going to run into you whilst you're in the library after class! You were sitting at one of the tables, half-closed eyes scanning over a textbook. Of course, you hadn't been getting too much sleep recently, so it was hard for you to actually read and digest the information you were supposed to. Which led to you mumbling to yourself instead in Egyptian Araibic under your breath.

Of course, Rook doesn't greet you at first, preferring to stay back and listen to your voice for a little while longer. He enjoys the cadence of it, the highs and lows of every word...it is truly beautiful for a language, is it not?

Once he helps you get to bed and can speak to you after a good night's rest, Rook inquires as to what you were saying earlier.

To hearing you say that you spoke a different language than this one, he was flabbergasted, but intrigued.

"Read me a poem in your own words, dear, in your mother tongue! Speak your mind, call me curses, list out your errand runs, just allow me to hear you speak once more!"

He's...strange. But he enjoys the foreign language very much

Vil Shoenheit

Hearing you sing to yourself while having a spa day with Vil left him speechless, for once in his life.

He had left you alone in the bathroom to soak in the warm, bubbling water, assuring you that he would be right back once he found a certain brand of oil that he suspected Rook had mistook as his.

Once he came back to the bathroom, your words sounded so...alluring. It made his hips sway with the beat you put out with a fist slapping the side of the porcelain tub. It was rather catchy, and he couldn't help but smile as he nodded his head to your tune.

"Oh, such a wonderful language, what is it?"

He's so genuinely curious about it all, and enjoys listening to you speak about it all- how you grew up, how you felt about your culture and language itself.

And don't worry, he'll be asking you to sing to him a lot more heheh

Epel Felmier

Another curser! Aah!

Epel absolutely loves the sounds coming out of your mouth as you lose your temper and let loose at another student bothering you in the courtyard, but curbs his excitement until he properly threatens the student with a good lickin' if he doesn't scoot out!

I'm not gonna lie, Epel seems like he'd speak Welsh if he weren't in Twisted Wonderland- it just seems to fit his character so well.

And, of course, he's going to ask you to teach him all of the swear you know, so that Epel can voice his grievances against Vil and some teachers without them being able to get mad at him (because, of course, Welsh isn't technically an existant language in Twisted Wonderland, soooooo the teachers/Vil can't prove it even exists unless you become a tattle-tail, hehe!)

Once he has his fun with cursing, Epel will try his best to learn some simple words/phrases from you so he can pass you secret notes in class and talk to you in private. He's...not the best at learning a new language, so be patient with him, but he's trying his hardest!

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[kiyo-cant-write]

req for a kinda specific scenario so i hope i can explain it well lol

Reader/(Y/N) x Kalim thingy where you’ve been dating Kalim for a little and while he’s not ashamed of it, he is kinda trying to keep it a secret from his family. When you ask, he’s just vaguely says he’s worried about how they’d react and you assume it’s bc of some taboo. Well, somehow the news gets leaked to his family and all of a sudden, his entire family is sending you gifts and congratulations to Kalim for finding his first spouse. They’re asking Kalim “when’s the wedding,” and that was the actual reason Kalim was so worried about telling them.

kalim keeping his s/o a secret ✧･ﾟ

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Hello anon! I am so sorry this took me so long! I had chronic pain issues and then I sprained my finger?? (Shout out to my dog for that one, she barrelled into my hand! xD)

I really like this scenario! I have my own OC (her name is December!) shipped with Kalim so I like writing him and his sunshine self. But enough about me and my blorbos, this blog isn't about my sillies.

Scarabia isn't my top dorm but I do love them a lot as I love all the cast of twst. I hope I did your (very cute) idea justice, I think you explained it well btw! No worries!

Thank you for requesting!!!

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Summary: [Name] is the partner of Kalim though Kalim insists on keeping it a secret... But. Why is that exactly? Maybe Jamil knows.

TW/CW: None

Notes: established relationship, the reader is Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader

Guest Stars: Jamil Viper, Grim, Najma Viper (mentioned)

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Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim doesn't mean to keep it a secret!

He wants to tell his family! He tells Jamil about it sometimes even though Jamil just sighs and says it's Kalim's decision, not his.

But in the end, he keeps [Name] a secret from the Asims.

He tells [Name] to not post him publically or tell anyone tied to his family about their relationship (except Najma, she knows!)

Kalim knows that it doesn't thrill [Name].. but he doesn't want them to get overwhelmed by his family (he knows they're a lot).

Kalim, though, realizes that this is the wrong course.

It occurs to him when he sees how sad they are...

Jamil tells him that night what happened with [Name].

[Name] had gone to Jamil for relationship advice??

They... they think his family hates them? Disapproves??

What? No no! He has to fix this!

He never wanted to make them sad!

So he comes clean. He tells them why he hid things.

They send a message to his family.... and then the gifts come.

So many that they need an extra treasury (Jamil has a headache)

Kalim can only hope that this quells their worries-

Also, their wedding will be as soon as they graduate.

That's not a request, it's a command from his father and mother.

Kalim had been acting strange. Well, not strange, just... worrying. It hadn't sat well with [Name]. They loved their boyfriend, so much, they didn't want him to be stressed! In fact, Kalim normally wasn't stressed at all. he was one of the most carefree people they could think of, so why was he worried now?

It had all started, [Name] noted, when they had asked Kalim if he would be telling his parents of their relationship. Kalim had seemed nervous for a moment before swiftly changing the subject to whether he should get them more food from the party. Jamil's cooking was always nice, but they had wanted an answer.

It happened more after that, he would dodge the question each time.

Did he... did he not want to tell them?

Why were they only allowed to tell school friends and Najma about it? Why was the only one close to Kalim besides Jamil who who was allowed to know Najma? They liked her, of course, but what about Kalim's family? His siblings? His parents?

They sighed, suddenly not wanting to continue their studying. Putting down their pen, they packed a back and turned towards the stairway that led to the bedrooms.

"Grim! Want to come on a field trip?" they shouted.

Some clattering was heard before Grim emerged, coming up next to them and nodding. Something about there being good food out there to eat and that being much better than napping or homework.

"I can't wait to eat something!" Grim cried out on the way to the main building, "We haven't had anything super good today!"

"We're not going for the food," they reminded, walking towards the mirror that led to Scarabia's dormitory, "But you can try Jamil."

"Are you sure, nya? Jamil always says 'no' when I ask."

"I'm sure you can try, but you know how he is."

It was bright and hot in Scarabia, that was how it always was. There was plenty of sand and a startling amount of elephants for Kalim's parades, something that [Name] enjoyed and that was a staple from the Scalding Sands (Jamil had explained that much).

Walking into the main lounge, they spotted Jamil helping some underclassman with their homework. Kalim was not present. The time to act was now. They walked forward and plopped down next to the long-haired boy.

"Hi, Jamil!" they greeted, not noticing him jolt at first.

"[Name]? Hello," Jamil said, composing himself, "Did you need something?"

That was how he was, always straight to business. As Kalim's servant and his partner, Jamil and [Name] had spent enough time with each other to be familiar with each other's mannerisms.

"I wanted your advice... if you have the time. It's about Kalim," they told him, watching as Jamil distanced from the students he was helping to listen to them, "I think Kalim is embarrassed by me."

Jamil gave a bit of a surprised look their way.

"Kalim, embarrassed by you? That seems unlikely. Nothing embarrasses him, I should know... I've had a share to pay for that trait of his..."

[Name] nodded in understanding and Jamil continued.

"But as you do not lie, you think that he is upset by something?" Jamil asked, "And. What brought this up?"

[Name] hesitated but revealed the reason why after a moment.

"He won't... tell anyone outside of school and Najma about us..."

"Ah."

Jamil's response was a bit lackluster.

"Does that mean that the Asims cannot know about us? Do they hate me? I know you said Kalim's family is very powerful..."

[Name] was giving themself considerable anxiety with the thoughts.

"They are. House Asim is one of the most powerful families in our nation... That said, I do not think they would disapprove of you. As rigid as they can be, they want Kalim to be happy... in the end."

"I see... So then... why?" [Name] asked.

What did it all mean? Was Kalim not upset with them?

"I will speak to Kalim. Does that solve it?"

"I mean..."

"Good, we shall leave it at that for now," Jamil cut [Name] off.

"Alright. Thank you, Jamil..." [Name] told him.

"Of course, you are the partner to my Master, I owe this to you."

Jamil offered a rare smile toward [Name], an expression that comforted them. Jamil was capable after all, if he was sure... Then it would all work out in the end.

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[Name] had been unsure if Jamil speaking to Kalim had worked. The next day nothing seemed different about Kalim. He was his typical happy self, running up to them to envelop them in a big hug.

"[NAME]!!" he called out to them, nuzzling against their shoulder.

"Kalim?? Hi!" [Name] greeted, a bit confused by the sudden embrace that was tighter than usual, almost desperate.

"I'm so sorry," Kalim began, baffling [Name] once more.

"What?"

[Name] blinked in surprise, unsure how to proceed.

"I didn't know it was hurting you! You even had to ask Jamil for help," Kalim told them, brows furrowed, "I never wanted to cause you any stress, I love you so much, I'm very sorry I didn't notice."

It clicked. Jamil must have said something intense.

"So Jamil talked to you?"

Kalim nodded.

"Yeah! So I came here as soon as I could to tell you the truth!"

[Name] paused. Poor Jamil.

"Does Jamil know you're here?"

"Maybe!" came the answer from Kalim.

"Kalim..."

"He'll be fine, he's prepping food at the moment!"

"Party?" [Name] asked, knowing the answer.

"Party!!"

"Well, then..." [Name] began, "Let's talk inside, okay?"

They led Kalim into Ramshackle's living room and sat down on the couch, gesturing to the spot next to him. Kalim sat down instantly, not one to turn down that kind of invitation.

"So, continue?" [Name] prompted him.

"Right! I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. My family doesn't think badly of you, I promise... they're just... a lot??" Kalim explained, gesturing a bit as he did as if unsure how to explain properly.

"You..." [Name] was surprised by glad to hear his words, "You aren't hiding me from them because they disapprove?"

"What?? No!! They will love you! They will love you... a lot. And I know you said lots of things at once are overwhelming and I didn't want you to get overwhelmed by them so I said not to tell them... And. Sorry!!"

Kalim's apology explanation came out in a jumble of words.

"Huh..."

So that's why. It was relieving to hear. They don't hate [Name].

"Are you okay? Can I do something to make it up to you?" Kalim asked them, leaning closer, "I want to make it up to you."

"Hmmm" [Name] thought, "Why don't we tell your family?"

"Ahh??? Okay! Just remember they are... intense, haha!"

Kalim seemed to be back to his happy self now.

"Alright... I think I am ready for that!" [Name] agreed.

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24 hours later, perhaps [Name] was not ready to be perceived by the Asims. On the Main Street of campus, an elephant was being led to the school building followed by a caravan full of trunks.

What?? HUH??

"Kalim, what's that?" they asked, gesturing to the parade.

"That is your welcome gift!" Kalim cheered.

"My what? The trunks?"

[Name] was floored.

"The elephant and everything in the trunks!"

"Why?" [Name] asked, looking between her schoolmates and her boyfriend in confusion, "What did I do to earn an elephant??"

"You're a member of the family so you must have everything an Asim would have," Jamil commented, sighing at the sight of the parade (something he would have to smooth over, surely).

"Where am I even going to put it, Kalim?" [Name] asked him.

"You can store things in Scarabia if you'd like!"

"Kalim, don't offer things without asking me first."

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Imagine the rest for yourself~

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[angelwishess]

No Yan Sim AU !! ♡

AU by @quartztwst!!

Always seen trailing behind Azul, Elena’s jokingly called Azul’s “Guard dog”. She says its simply her job as the Vice President of the Student Council— but everyone close to her knows that Elena just cares deeply for him.

rambling utc!!

Reputation:

She has a very good rep! It would be better if she wasn’t so mean sometimes, but oh well! People know they can rely on her when it comes down to it, she can be mean and strict but she always means well. A heart of gold hiding under that prickly surface, she’s shown everyone that she isn’t just a sharp tongue.

Inventory:

Pocket Knife: Elena is rather cautious, always carrying around a pocket knife wherever she goes just in case!

Bear-Shaped Wallet: Her wallet! Mostly filled with just change for food at school, often buys snacks at the cafeteria. Always has some candy with her, atleast.

Mints: Just a pack of mints. Nothing much to say.

She lowkey takes Osana’s place in this AU WHAHAHA

While she may have a “crush” on Azul, Quartz could learn from overhearing some gossip that shes recently been seen hanging around Jamil Viper.

She’d be like those student council members in game and would push away anyone who got too close LMFAO, she prolly has pepper spray too but i forgot to add it oopsies

Always trailing behind Azul, so it’d be hard to get her and Azul alone. The only times she’d go off by herself, is either in between classes, when shes going to buy a snack, or going to the library to borrow some books.

Main/easiest elimination method: Matchmaking

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Looks like requests are open. Mind if I send one in?

Scenario: Their presence felt comforting to you despite everything that went down. You felt safe to open up about your insecurities to them also. Arguments are an inevitable part of any relationship, but this argument was probably the worst one you've had by far. In the heat of the argument they insult you on the very things you're insecure about. And your reaction to that was a tearful "Thanks for basically confirming that I really can't trust anybody."

How would Vil, Riddle, Jamil, and Azul react to this?

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul, a man who was careful about allowing his weaknesses to see the light of day, knew he had taken advantage of your trust. It was only natural for him, a born businessman who had started from the bottom and was now securely at the top, to use every bit of information he had on you to prove a point; to get the upper hand in an argument that truly didn’t matter.  He had always fought to change his ways, to have his defenses up constantly, to not have his heart protected by reinforced walls, but it felt like an impossible task for someone like him.

Jamil Viper:

Jamil was the king of self-sabotage. At certain points it seemed he created his own obstacles, tossing them in the path of your blossoming relationship and becoming frustrated when it took even more effort to remove them. He tended to avoid arguments as much as he could but there were times, especially when he was in a foul mood, where he couldn’t help but feel the spark of anger and take it out on you. You can’t say you’d ever expected to hear such horrible things from him, the attack so direct it was unmistakable that he was trying to hurt you beyond recognition. You wondered if the relationship would even be salvageable after this as it wasn’t the first time Jamil had tested your trust, and even as he looked full of regret he bit his tongue, creating yet another hurdle that may truly be impossible to overcome this time.

Riddle Rosehearts:

It’s all Riddle’s ever known. It was like falling back on an old habit you thought you kicked, filling him with guilt, embarrassment, and every horrifying emotion in between. It made him sick to his stomach to think that he was becoming his mother, the woman he had admired for so long before realizing the methods she used were cruel and unfair to him. He didn’t want to be her but it seemed a piece of her remained within him, not sure how to apologize to you if you could even forgive him for his harsh words. He valued your trust more than anything and it was an admitted weakness on his part that his temper got the better of him, but he had only said those things to hurt you in the way he was hurting, not meaning a bit of what he said.

Vil Schoenheit:

Vil was normally level-headed, with many of your arguments handled in a mature manner that left no open-ended questions. He disliked fighting but he there are some things he can’t help but get irritated over, and it can be difficult to rise to his standards at times. It almost felt like he was keeping a tally of every time you messed up or upset him as he had examples on hand to bring up, thoroughly ‘winning’ the argument to the detriment of your relationship. You had always worried you weren’t enough for him and words from his own mouth seemed to be prove that was the case, leaving you to shakily pack your things as you needed time away from him. If it proved a better existence, you couldn’t say you’d ever come back, a fear Vil had to live with as you refused to respond to his texts or calls while you gathered your thoughts.

[mellosdrawings]

OOOOOO CAN I ASK HOW WOULD THE N2 SQUAD REACT TO EACH OF THEM DYING?

What have you unleashed?

(WARNING: Angst, allusions to death, all that fun stuff. Nothing graphic tho, don't worry)

Jamil

He shouldn’t be surprised.

Well… He isn't surprised. Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things. Not for more than a few months, anyway.

Every once in a while, life takes pity on him and throws some nice, agreeable news his way. Just enough so that he lets his guard down. Just enough so that he allows himself to think maybe things will get better. Just enough so that he can pretend he isn't chained to a fate he will never escape.

A letter to NRC, a plan that goes a little too well, a couple of upperclassmen who seem to genuinely love him for who he is and not who he pretends to be.

So of course it doesn't last. Life gives and life takes.

Kalim follows, Octavinelle gets involved, Leona and Vil-

Well…

He isn't surprised.

Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things.

Vil

They look at him like they expect something from him. Horror, anger, ugly tears maybe. Just a reaction. Anything. Anything at all.

Vil doesn't give them that. Doesn't give them an opportunity to pity him. Doesn't give them food for gossip. Doesn't give them any material to make this topic last for any longer than it has to.

He knows how it works. Someone snaps a pic of him at his lowest, someone records his voice breaking during an interview, someone catches his lips tremble for but a second, and everybody will start talking about it again. And again. And again. For as long as there is a reaction from him. For as long as the topic attracts views.

Suffering brings more views than success.

So Vil doesn't react. Doesn't say a thing. Doesn't acknowledge the topic.

Better to be a cold asshole for a few weeks than to hear about it for years.

And in the darkness of his own room, where there is no camera, no eyes, and no ears to witness his grief-

Vil cries himself to sleep.

Leona

It’s just sand.

Only sand.

For miles and miles, further than the eye can see, nothing but sand.

Ruggie had the clever foresight to send all of Savanaclaw packing when Leona got the news. They would be sand too otherwise.

Who cares.

Who fucking cares.

He could turn the whole world to sand and it wouldn't be enough.

He might as well turn his own heart into sand.

It would hurt less.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

It's Training Day for the Ramshackle Boys - Vil, Azul, Jamil, and Malleus see how the Ramshackle Boys stay fit. (Don't faint, Vil & Azul)

Marcus (Shirtless with a 8-Pack and buff body) (Lifting 500 lbs weights): 200...201...202...

Jayden (Shirtless with a 6-Pack/A Fit but Muscular Form) (Dodging attacks from Yuu): Come on, Housewarden! You gotta hit me once.

Yuu (Shirtless with a 6-pack/Fit & Muscular Form) (Throwing punches at Jayden): Stop moving and I will, Viper!

Darius (Shirtless with a 6-pack/More slim but has noticable muscles) (Running through obstcale course): You gotta hit him once, Yuu!

Yuu: I know that!

Azul and Vil just blue screened.

Jamil and Malleus are proud brother/best friend!

There goes Azul and Vil. Try to compose yourself, gentlemen, Rook along with the twins are watching.

Malleus: Viper.

Jamil: Yes?

Malleus: Who do you think is stronger? Child of Man or your brother?

Jamil: Jayden.

Malleus: Oh? Is that the bias talking? I believe it'll be Child of Man.

Jamil: Oh? Is that your bias talking?