#kalim is sad

[ugliestbimbo]

i wrote something a while back, unrelated to any fledged-out fics or ideas. i was gonna post it here like a week ago, but ig i forgor. here it is:

also some CWs (theyre not too bad tho):

- SLIGHT violence

- MINORLY REFERENCED pedophilia

- IMPLIED child abuse(?)

- mental issues, idk if that counts as a CW tho

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From the moment he was born, Kalim was held in high regard. It wasn't just that he was the heir to the Asim fortune, in all honestly that paled in comparison to his true 'calling'.

Pure porcelain locks, destined to curl every which way and envelope the world around him in light.

Smooth, soft, sand-tinted skin, a perfect blank canvas for his ‘legacy’, whatever that could’ve meant.

Dazzling blood-red eyes, shining in the night like precious jewels, a story dancing beneath their irises.

Or, that's what everybody told him, at least.

To him, his outlandish hair was a bother. Loud and noticeable, he couldn't sneak into town if he tried. Not to mention the length of it, and the fact that it'd always tangle itself into one huge prophetic hair mop.

His skin was blank, painfully blank. Only the traditional Asim tattoos were allowed to linger, all other markings were erased by magic. But that didn't erase them entirely. Kalim would remember the pain of each and every one; every inked needle pierced into his skin, every jagged ornamental knife dragged across his flesh, every spell they cast, the burning of magic as it seared into him.

And his eyes. He wanted to gouge them out. Having to look in the mirror each morning and be greeted by the very staple of death. Red, red, red. Kalim hated red. The red in his eyes, the red in his clothes, the red in his skin. Red, red, red. Always red.

The hair, he could cut. The skin, he could turn a blind eye to. But the eyes, the red.

Memories of blood, screams, cries. All swirling like a storm beneath his disgustingly red eyes. Maybe they did tell a story, after all.

. . .

Kalim couldn't tell whether he was supposed to be the ‘Savior’ or the ‘Sacrifice’. All he knew was that he was one of the two, and there wasn't any in-between.

Kalim wasn't a child, he was a cog in in some fucked-up machine. A bedtime story everyone had been told since they were as young as him. He wasn’t just a child, he was much more.

Is that what they told themselves whenever they eviscerated him in the shrines? Whenever they pet his soft silver hair and remarked on how beautiful he's grown to be? Whenever their eyes lingered on his body for far too long, either brimming with a sick satisfaction or an even sicker lust?

Disgusting.

Just another reason to hate eyes, but at least this time they wouldn't be his own.

Always watching, always judging, always trying to mold him into their perfect little thing. They never blinked, never faltered. He could feel them boring into him at every waking moment.

The 'stares' reminded him of what he truly was.

“A fragile little thing.”

“A child too beautiful for his own good.”

“A ‘tyrant-in-the-making’.”

No matter what they deemed him, he was aware of his place. He would always, and only be something for them to admire. A prized possession to be bedazzled and presented on a pedestal. A bragging right, a bargaining chip.

And strangely, the role flattered him.

. . .

Despite it all, Kalim loved everything, everyone. Even those who wronged him, even the ones who started this whole sick prophecy mess. He loved them.

He would spend his free time dancing through the estate's halls with anyone who decided to join him. He would lounge in the courtyard, basking in the sweltering heat as if it weren't scorching his skin.

(It wouldn't leave a mark, nothing ever did.)

Absurdly long, wild white locks would trail behind him, flowing like water. Occasionally, they'd snag on furniture or foliage, but Kalim didn't mind.

(He would even take advantage of such situations to vouch for a haircut.)

As for his eyes....he’d keep from looking at them. He would avoid each mirror, each puddle, each shining tile. He hated his eyes, and that wouldn't change.

(And yet everyone else seemed to love them so much.)

He made it his goal to bring joy unto others, no matter what cost. If the elders were satisfied with their grotesque rituals, so be it. If the family adored his soft, princess-like appearance, then he'd fit the bill. And if the workers and servants appreciated his easygoing nature and generosity....

Well, those were a given. Kalim could never find it in himself to be cruel, even if it's what his father expected of him as the Asim heir.

(His father was the only one he’d never be able to satisfy.)

But at least there was everybody else to love him. Enraptured by his unruly hair, his unchanging skin, his eerie red eyes.

And then the few that loved him for everything else. Those fond of his personality, his demeanor instead of....whatever else everyone saw in him.

(He wished there were more, but who was he to complain?)

. . .

Jamil didn't know how to react, really. At first, he was angry, infuriated. He'd enrolled into NRC for one sole purpose, to escape. And this fucker had followed him, right to his dorm room.

His anger never subsided, but it was largely overpowered by his next emotion. Concern.

Kalim was curled up in the blanket, sobbing his little heart out while furiously scrubbing at his face with said blanket. White hair peeked out in every which direction, from whatever gaps it found in his sad cocoon.

Jamil always tried to convince himself otherwise, but he really did care for the heir. Either that, or he was a better (and more kindhearted) person than he gave himself credit for.

Whichever it was, he was still (unfairly) tasked with dealing with the stupid fuck, so he had to resolve this someway somehow.

"Kaimsnsjdjjxjdh

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thats all. 🦧

[taruruchi]

Okay, guys, new game

Rb and put in the tags whose handwriting yours is most similar to !!

The above pic is from @/twstassets here

[qwakque]

Say Goodbye To Yesterday my Friend

[rakiah]

Comic update! ✨

🔸Read Stargazer

[noornight]

Dont look at me with those eyes

[bluesylveon2]

Not Leona getting left out of something again 😭

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Mundane TWST Headcanons

Riddle: expanded the room the hedgehogs and flamingos have in their enclosures

Trey: actually eats super healthily when it comes to cooking for himself. He can make food taste like whatever he wants, so he has no problem with vegetables

Cater: used to have three diamonds on his cheek because the aesthetic was nicer, but stopped doing that when Jade and Floyd came to school because he didn’t want to ‘steal their shtick’

Ace: the type of kid to throw everything into the trash can from across the room. If it looks like it’s going to miss he does a quick little bit of wind magic to send it back on course

Deuce: his hair is blue because he dyed his hair black a while back and he doesn’t know how often you’re supposed to touch it up (his mom dyes her hair with him)

Leona: actually physically can’t stay awake through a whole day anymore because he accidentally conditioned his body into taking naps

Ruggie: is best friends with the kitchen ghosts. They pile extra food on his plate

Jack: likes to watch the sunrise while jogging in the mornings but will never admit it

Azul: allows his workers one free meal a day

Jade: when he takes off his shoes in their dorm, he stops to find wherever Floyd kicked his shoes off and sets them neatly by the door for him

Floyd: whenever he cooks, people make sure to send their compliments to the chef. He knows it’s at least partially out of fear, but it makes him happy to hear that people enjoyed what he made anyway

Kalim: always makes sure to not throw any parties within a week of Jamil’s birthday. He wants to throw Jamil a party himself, but Jamil would up stressed and trying to micromanage everything from the sidelines, so this is the best he can do

Jamil: his hair is long as a tiny act of rebellion. It’s inconvenient in every part of his job, and it makes him happy to grow it out despite this

Vil: when he gets free samples from brands he models for, he gives them to his dorm members. He can afford to buy it all himself, anyway

Rook: if someone in the dorm ever cries, he’ll stand outside their door making sure no one comes in

Epel: his family sends all of the other first years almost as many apples as Epel himself gets

Idia: used to play ‘monsters vs heroes’ with Ortho when they were kids. Ortho always insisted on being the hero, and Idia would always do the most dramatic, drawn out ‘deaths’ when he ‘lost’

Ortho: he knows he can watch and analyze movies in a second, but he likes to enjoy them in real time

Malleus: if he has ice cream, he will temporarily make the area around himself colder to make sure it doesn’t melt

Lilia: the only reason he remembers his birthday every year is because he makes a point to throw a (small) party just so he can invite Malleus to it

Sebek: is good with volume control if you ask him to be quieter

Silver: his hair is always a mess because birds try to preen him

[fair-night-starry-tears]

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626

Get ur asses over here and admire them as the demons

[soup-du-silence]

hey read this jamikali mermay ficlet by @thatgirlonstage right now

[kostnyan]

So I'm not much of an octavinelle fan so I wasn't really interested in the new tweel cards BUT!!! I think Kalim should be a must have feature to have for them otherwise they die of dehydration. Imagine this is how Kalim overblots, trying to keep two twin eels alive after they're forced to stay on land in their mer forms. Truly evil.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

The Fairy Gala: Not Worth It

[Pomefiore]

[Before Vil could get too close, Marcus turned on his heel and roared at Vil, causing him to stop in his tracks. Marcus glared into Vil's eyes as if he was going to attack him.]

Yuu (Calling from the door): Marcus. He's not worth going to jail. You have a husband to care for.

Jayden (Has his hand on Darius' Shoulders): Please, Marcus. Let's go home.

Marcus (Growling before looking at Darius, then at Jayden): Fine. (Glares at Vil) Do what you have to do, Schoenheit. Just keep your distance.

[Without another wrold, Yuu lead his dorm members out of Pomefiore's Dorm and through the mirror.]

Vil: ...

For once the boys are silent before looking at Vil.

Kalim: Why didn't you let them help?

Vil, very low voice: Cause you lot pawn off everything to anyone willing and refuse to deal with an issue yourselves. *turns on his heel to glare at the fairy Gala trio apart from Ruggie* This is not something you can give to someone else to handle! You all lack self-confidence and refuse to work on yourselves! I was giving you a chance to do so!

Leona, scoffs: Don't act like you weren't trying to get rid of us yourself. Your mate was practically giving himself to you and you refused that to handle us? Ha! That's the pot calling the kettle black!

Vil: Leona, for once in your seven forsaken life, listen! You guys are not aware of what you yourselves possess, of what you are capable of! If you won't put the time in to see if for yourself then I've wasted my time and...damaged my relationship, because of you. Continue on for all I care, but you all are on your own. *walks away*

Boys: ....

Leona: ...Tch. *leaves*

Jamil: ...C'mon Kalim.

Kalim: But Vil-

Jamil: Not now.

Kalim, reluctantly follows Jamil as they leave.

Malleus: ....Something selfless for once, Schoenheit? What love does to someone... *leaves*

[animechaospandaalexa]

Got the cutes twisted wonderland key chains today. I'm sad my Diasomnia was cracked in half and my Ignihyde had the loop part of the key chair broken off. But other then that their all good.

[vanilla-poisons]

Kalim isn’t faking being a happy person however he does show signs of heavily dismissing and pushing down his own feelings. He’s genuinely full of strong emotions but he doesn’t let the negative ones show. He probably is scared and afraid and upset and sad and angry and frustrated and destroyed but what’s the point of him complaining? It’s not like he’s going to complain to people who have “bigger” problems. He says that others being happy makes him happy and the probably goes the same for sadness. Kalim cheers up everyone but no one does that for him because they don’t think he needs to be cheered up.

Also yes ofc he treats things as less of a big deal than they are because could you imagine if he did? Could you imagine if he processed and carried the full weight of every betrayal, poisoning and kidnapping?

Remember Kalim lives like there’s no tomorrow because there might not be one for him

[mylittlesecrethaven]

KALIM'S BDAY LET'S GOOOO!!!

......

*looks at date of event*

*looks at current date*

*realizes how late this post is gonna be cause it has to go through queue*

........

IT'S FINE IGNORE THE PAIN LET'S JUST CELEBRATE THE BABY BOIS BDAY (late.... but whatever)

AHHHHH HE'S SO HAPPY HE'S SO CUTE

LOOK AT HIM!!!!!

WITH THE FREAKING HAT IT'S TOO MUCH

I freaking love Kalim.

(sad I didn't get any of these cards, but it's ok)

[twstedwonderlando]

CAN SOMEONE PRETTY PLS EDIT JACK INTO THE LIONGARB OUTFIT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO WEAR 😭😭😭

[greenapplebling]

Hey guys. Do any of you have the Houses' crests in high quality (and maybe in png)?

Please, it's life or death /j