Receiving that unforeseen proposal from the vice captain himself had sent the last remnants of the slightly sweet yellowish liquor down into the wrong pipe of the said grandmaster, who was now stunned at his boldness and then promptly choked on his drink, drawing nearby attention from drunk folks at the Angel's Share.
It took minimal endeavor for Varka to recover his bravado, coughing up the small amount of liquid that had entered his airway and loudly clearing his throat as if to emphasize his seriousness in the matter. He fixed the unfazed man with a steely gaze, firmly ramming his beer mug against the table, crossing his muscular arms as his back settled over the chair.
"Y'know, kid, I let you off chasing your thrill for violence because it's something you clearly have a passion for," he began, his voice low and thoughtful.
Lohen nodded in agreement; there was a slight twitch on the corners of his lips, betraying a hint of amusement and reminiscence.
Hm, the grandmaster wasn't incorrect in his observations. He had been consistent in his streak of recklessness and impulsiveness, always seeking out danger and excitement without much regard for consequences, causing everyone a headache at one point or another.
Now he's extending that migraine to the grandmaster for having the audacity to ask for his blessing on marrying his adoptive daughter.
Though he sensed more words lingering on the tip of Varka's tongue, he patiently allowed himself to be quiet and listen for a moment.
"However," the older man lifted his finger as an emphasis of the gravity of his next words, "you will not marry her," he said firmly, sizing up his fatherly glare to the boy's nonchalance.
Lohen cocked his head to the side, as if he didn't understand why the grandmaster would deny his heartfelt request. With a frown, he replied. "Why not? I'm more capable of protecting your daughter from harm than anyone else."
Varka stammered for a bit, attempting to make logic of his concerns before finally speaking. He sighed heavily, running a rough hand over his stressed face before answering, "Again, I don't doubt your capability of protecting her."
Lohen continued to press on the matter, his body slightly leaning over curiously. "Then what is the issue?"
Varka didn't respond right away, bringing out his emergency flat metal container of booze from the pockets of his jeans, uncapping the circular lid, and then replying. His eyes gently cast down at the awaiting drink. "[Y/N] is still trying to figure out what to do with her life."
He paused, taking a quick sip of the alcohol, and then continued with a sigh. "She just turned into a lovely young woman and has stuff that she is passionate about, sure. But I don't want to interfere with her path by just accepting," he motioned with his hand toward Lohen. "Your blessing without her input."
He took another sip before looking back up at the latter. "And of course, as her father, I don't just casually let suitors into her life without giving them a quick clash to prove their worth." He chuckled lightly, shaking the half-emptied container in his hand. "My daughter deserves a man who is willing to work for her love and respect, not just someone who expects it to be handed to him on a silver platter."
Though his eyes had little warmth beneath them, only a fair warning.
"Is that all clear?" Varka said with a sense of finality.
Lohen was silent. Remarkably rare for him, as he usually had a quick response ready. Though his silence should not be mistaken as an agreement to the wise words of the grandmaster, it was more likely a sign of defiance or just plain ignorance. "Then could you relay the message to [Y/N]?" he requested.
Varka deadpanned. "Are you even listening to me, kid?"
"Oh, I did," Lohen replied, nodding his head. "If you wish to know how serious I am about your daughter, then let's settle it with a duel." In the blink of an eye, blue swirls of energy enveloped Lohen's hands as he materialized a polearm that gleamed in the sunlight, ignoring a certain red-headed individual's annoyed protest of, "If you're gonna bring bloodshed, at least get out of the tavern."
The casualness had eventually transformed into that signature maniacal grin and bloodthirsty glint in his dull red eyes that Varka had seen too many times before.
At this point, Varka would rather assume that Lohen wanted an excuse to fight him under the guise of proving his commitment to his daughter.
Kids these days…
"You are really going to extreme lengths just to prove a point," Varka remarked, pinching his nose in disbelief. "But if that's what it takes for you to show your dedication, then so be it."
He rested his hand on the back of his chair, pushing himself up to stand, and cracking the joints in his neck as he did so.
"What are you two doing?"
Both men froze at the familiar owner of that sweet voice.
There you stood at the entrance of the tavern, your hand positioned on the wooden door frame, a look of curiosity and concern etched on your face. You took the opportunity to use the silence as an edge to assess the situation unfolding before you, wondering why the hell they are trying to cause a ruckus as an invitation to be permanently banned by the tavern in the middle of the night.
You looked first at your sheepish father, scratching his blond hair in awkwardness, and then at the Lohen who was still equipped with his weapon, as if ready for a fight or really ready for a fight.
His battle-hungry expression schooled back into one of casual indifference as he caught your eye, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Good evening, my lady," he said with a slight bow, his tone laced with practiced charm. "We were just having a little chat with your father here." He motioned with his head to the old man who's currently giving him a look, though the gesture was disregarded purposefully, and then Varka turned his attention to you, clearing his throat.
"So… Uh, how's the progress of your collaborated research with Albedo, sweet pea?" he asked, forcing a poor attempt at a smile, sitting back on the stool as he tried to hide the awkwardness that flickered in his eyes.
At the mention of the affectionate nickname from a long, long ago, your face scrunched up in disgust. It had been quite some time since he had addressed you with that endearing term, and using that specifically now felt like a deliberate attempt to divert your attention from the bigger picture.
"What is going on here, Dad?" you replied, arching a distrustful eyebrow.
Silence followed after your question, the tension in the room palpable as you waited for his response. Finally, it was not your father who cracked the stillness, but rather the part-time bartender himself, Diluc.
"This gentleman," Diluc said, setting his gaze at Lohen while keeping his hands busy cleaning the same glass over and over again, "has asked for your father's blessing to propose to you." Then he shifted his bored gaze back to your unusually quiet father, a hint of amusement betraying his expression despite the border of professionalism he maintained.
He can already tell the simmering betrayal emitting from Varka, judging by how tensed his jawline is and how his grip on the container tightens.
"Pro…proposal?" you stammered, your face burning from feeling caught off guard by the mention of an unexpected proposal.
Diluc nodded in confirmation, a small smirk playing on his lips as he observed your flustered reaction. "I'll leave the rest of the details to them," he said, gesturing towards your father and Lohen. He placed the glassware on an open upper cabinet, mouthing to you, "Good luck," before excusing himself from the situation to avoid getting tangled further in the delicate family matters.
Now, it was just the three of you, and maaaaybeeee, a knowing audience secretly watching the drama unfold from a discreet distance.
Your father chugged down the remaining booze from the container, swiping off the dripping juice from his chin with the back of his hand and sighing heavily. "As Diluc stated, yes, he was trying to get my blessing to marry you."
He tightened the lid of the container and set it back on the counter, his expression unreadable. "And I refused his request."
"YOU REFUSED HIS REQUEST?!"
The sheer volume of your bewildered voice jolted your father, causing him to flinch slightly. Even Lohen was stunned, but slightly touched by your shaky reaction.
He returned the bewildered stare, his eyebrows knitting together as if he weren't expecting the intensity of your reaction. "Hey, keep it down, will you?" he muttered, glancing around to see some of the drunkard fools furthering indulging themselves with the drama until they wisely looked away after catching his warning-like glare.
"I refused to give him my blessing until you give me your permission to marry you,"
He scowled. "But I doubt you would agree; you're doing fine on your own without boys trying to flock over you—"
"Then I want to marry him!"
"Huh?"
"Please let me marry him, Dad!"
Lohen looked back and forth at the father-daughter interaction with profound intrigue, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions.
Well, this is certainly unexpected, he thought to himself. But he wasn't complaining either.
You pressed forward before courage could desert you again.
"I've… I've liked him for a long time, Dad." Your voice cracked on the admission, with your cheeks scorching hot. "Months? I don't know, maybe longer?" You scratched your head in frustration, running your hand over your disheveled hair.
"It just is, okay! I know he throws himself into every fight like it's the only thing that makes him alive… but he still finds a way to check if I'm okay first, even when he always comes back bruised. " You swallowed hard, eyes now fixed somewhere near Lohen's boots because looking at either man right now felt impossible.
"I keep waiting for the right moment to say something, but every time I tried, my tongue kept getting stuck… I was too shy to confess."
Silence stretched thin and fragile.
Then the said man exhaled; that might have been relief dressed up as a scoff. The blue energy coiling up around his polearm flickered once and dissolved; the weapon vanished into motes of light as though it had never been summoned. His posture loosened, his shoulder dropping the battle-ready tension he'd worn like armor.
He turned toward Varka, lips curling into that familiar, infuriatingly smug smirk.
"See?" Lohen drawled, spreading his hands in mock innocence. "No need for bloodshed after all. Your daughter just gave her permission herself." The red glint in his eyes sparked with self-satisfaction, then softened a fraction when his gaze slid back to you. He confidently approached you, his hand taking yours, and kissed it gently. "You save a lot of trouble for us, my lady."
You blushed at the unexpected praise, unable to contain your wobbly smile.
Meanwhile, Varka dragged a hand down his face, muttering something unintelligible that sounded suspiciously like a prayer for patience to Barbatos. After a long beat, he finally looked between the two of you, expression caught somewhere between resignation and reluctant fondness.
The consequences of being a parent to a daughter, he guessed. He's more flexible when it comes to letting you get away with things than he'd like to admit, but he couldn't deny the pleasure it brought him just to see you happy.
"…Fine," he grunted, his voice rough.
He fixed Lohen again with a glare. "But if you make her cry even once, kid. I won't need a duel. I'll just bury you under Stormterror's Lair and tell everyone you got lost on a routine patrol."
Lohen's grin widened, unfazed by the protective-fatherly threat. "Noted."
Varka groaned. "I need another drink for this. You two are going to be the death of me."
Then his gaze drifted to your intertwined hands and grumbled. "Save the PDA for when you're married, please. You two are not allowed to hold hands in public until then."
"Daaaaddddd!" you whined, sending him a half-hearted glare.
Lohen brushed off his feeble warning with a chuckle. "We'll be sure to keep our hands to ourselves until the big day, Grandmaster."
"Though I wished to know now what my fiancée's preferences are for her engagement ring." Surprise flickered in your eyes as you glanced at Lohen, who was already gazing back at you with tenderness. "Shall we browse together tomorrow?"
You would be a fool to refuse such a thoughtful gesture from him.
Summary : In which, you find a poisoned meal at your doorstep every morning. And so, you make it your life's motto to savor it and provide your thoughts.
Much to Lohen's dismay, you never seemed particularly impressed by any of his carefully crafted poisons.
While most love stories begin with flowers, yours began with poison.
Most people reacted poorly to poison. They cried, screamed, and maybe even succumbed to death.
You, apparently smiled.
Lohen had first heard the rumor by accident.
"Apparently the new medic (Y/N) has a strange fascination with toxins," a knight muttered over drinks.
He hadn’t meant to care. He really hadn’t. But something about the word 'fascination' lodged itself under his skin like a splinter that refused to be ignored.
So, naturally, he did what any reasonable man with too much curiosity and too little restraint would do—he investigated.
Two alchemists confirmed it later, whispering that you had once voluntarily tasted diluted snake venom just to observe its effects.
That further piqued his curiosity.
And what better way to find out the truth than test the rumor himself?
After a day of locking himself in his house, he had come up with his very own poison. Made from the remains of a dendro slime, mixed with a few crushed petals of Dendrobium, and a generous splash of expired alcohol stolen from the Cat’s Tail.
He didn't know if it was truly toxic. In fact, he just mixed random ingredients he found revolting.
He wasn't planning on truly poisoning you after all. In its current concentration, it would merely cause temporary numbness (maybe).
And so he placed a cute little package in front of your house (he stole the documents that held information of those working under the Grand Master to find your address). Inside the package was a plate of Hash Brown he had cooked himself.
Of course, the poison was sprinkled on top as well.
He knocked on the door to your house and hid in a bush nearby.
He watched the door open, a shiver of excitement going down his spine.
But when you stepped out, his eyes widened. You weren’t what he had imagined. Not old, not bitter, not hunched over with tired eyes and stained robes.
You looked... young and composed. Normal in fact.
You glanced at the package, shrugged, and brought it inside.
The next day, he had half hoped there would be some commotion. Instead, nothing happened.
Lohen found that significantly more unsettling than if you had screamed.
Did you not open it?
Did you die?
Worse, did you throw it away?
By the second day, irritation curdled into curiosity again, and curiosity dragged him back to your house.
He hadn’t even reached the door when something stopped him.
A box.
His box.
He stared at it, then at the note pinned neatly on top.
It read-
---
Observation Log
Possible dendro slime derivative.
Taste profile:
Slight bitterness.
Floral aftertaste.
Perhaps traces of alcohol.
Symptoms:
Tingling lips.
Mild numbness in fingers.
Onset approximately twenty-five seconds.
Conclusion:
Sloppily made poison.
---
He stared at the handwriting. The faint smell of alcohol lingering on the hastily ripped paper.
'..... Sloppy?' he scoffed, annoyance creeping up into his face. He crumbled the paper, staring at the door with a sadistic smile.
"Fine then. I'll show you real poison."
The next morning, another box appeared at your doorstep.
Like last time, you took it into your home. You had no idea who was delivering these, but the last package being drenched in a mild toxin made it interesting enough for you to open.
You tore open the box.
This time, it was a plate of mushroom pizza.
"Oh, that looks delicious." you muttered to yourself, noticing the unusual purple coloring on the crust.
You reached and held a piece of the pizza near your mouth. And without a care, you took a huge bite from the area where the coloring was the brightest.
The following day, Lohen returned to find another note on your doorstep. This time it was more detailed than the last.
---
Observation Log
Low concentration of Aconitum.
Taste profile:
Initial sweet-bitter note.
Followed by burning sensation.
Symptoms:
Numbness.
Dizziness.
Loss of strength.
Conclusion:
Good posion. Easily countered.
Although, I liked the taste of the pizza.
(attached are my other observations)
---
There were six pages attached.
Six.
Lohen stared, flipping through the pages with a smile. "God. She's insane."
This started the exchange of poisons and paper notes.
The next package that Lohen put on your doorstep had a small note of his own.
---
To the Medic
Firstly, fuck you.
Secondly, you missed a secondary ingredient. (Hint : It was Naku weed)
Thirdly, thank you for complimenting the pizza.
I made it myself.
---
Your response appeared the next morning.
---
To the Poisoner
1. Rude.
2. I did not miss the ingredient. Naku weed has no toxic properties. Just color.
3. The posion on the crust was obvious. Are you perhaps new to this poisoning thing?
---
Your responses pissed the Vice captain even more. Because how dare a lowly medic like you have the audacity to critic his cooking?!
He tried even harder after that.
More precise blends. Better masking. Controlled dosages. Carefully calibrated ingredients. Tried perfecting the recipe so you couldn't find any faults.
Everything.
After making sure everything was perfect, he delivered the next package. A plate of Northern Apple Stew.
The reply next day was written in a crumbled paper with messy handwriting.
---
Rules for Future Poisoning
1. No explosive diarrhea.
2. No permanent injury.
3. No organ damage.
4. No blindness.
5. No poisoning children.
6. Food should remain edible
---
Lohen rolled his eyes at the rules. "Killjoy." To him these rules just were unnecessary boundaries that ruined his fun.
But he never wanted to stop this exchange between the two of you. It was much too entertaining for him.
Unknown to him, that night ended with you locking yourself in your room. Having non stop diarrhea for hours.
Soon the notes became longer than the poisons themselves.
One morning, the package you opened had a plate of Cream Stew.
And this time the note attached had a list of ingredients used.
---
Current Theory
The toxin should produce localized muscle weakness.
Estimated duration:
Two hours.
Possible side effects:
Dizziness.
Drowsiness.
Complaining.
Will you be able to guess what I used (Y/N)? °^°?
---
Three days later Lohen received something he could only call a report.
A dossier.
Twenty-two pages which included diagrams, charts, annotated symptom timelines.
And corrections.
So many corrections.
---
Page 14: dosage error.
Page 17: please stop using kitchen spoons as lab tools.
Page 19: “Did you eyeball the concentration?”
---
Unfortunately Lohen had. And he hated that you noticed.
Months passed and somehow it became a routine.
Your medic colleagues grew increasingly worried seeing you drowsy every other day.
"Do you know who keeps sending you poison?" one asked.
You shook your head. "No, not really."
"Shouldn't that concern you?"
You looked confused. "Why?"
"Because they're poisoning you...?"
You blinked. Honestly, if the person wanted to kill you, they could have used other deadly toxins. Yet, they always made sure to use small doses and non lethal ingredients.
You smiled to yourself. "They are very considerate actually."
"... Oh." the medic froze.
You tapped a finger on your cheek. "They also have lovely handwriting."
"..."
The medic walked away. Unable to continue the conversation.
Lohen, meanwhile, was also not doing well.
Varka had his suspicions when he first saw the crazed man laughing while tasting the exotic plants he had ordered.
One day, while Lohen was away on a mission, he broke the lock of his drawer and read through all the papers in there.
Papers about toxic plants. Possible ingredients. And of course, all the notes you had written to him.
He ran a hand through his hair. "What the hell is happening in Mondstadt?"
Varka immediately dragged Lohen by the collar and pushed him into the store you worked in to apologize.
You looked up from your desk and instantly recognized him as your mysterious poisoner.
Not by his face. But by his hands.
The stained fingertips. The chemical burns. The ink marks. The quiet proof of obsession.
"Oh," you smiled softly. "It's you."
Lohen blinked.
Varka shoved him forward. "Apologise to the lady Lohen."
Oh. So his name was Lohen.
The boy looked deeply offended. "I don't want to."
"Apologize." The Grand Master repeated, his gaze cold.
Lohen sighed dramatically. Then glanced toward you. "...Sorry for poisoning you."
You immediately shook your head, a small laugh escaping your lips. "There is so need for apologies. I should be thanking you actually."
Silence.
Even Varka froze.
You continued, brighter now. "The poisons were genuinely fascinating."
Varka looked horrified.
"I learned to make dozens of new antidotes!"
Lohen stared. Mesmerized.
"Also the toxins were quite creative! Honestly, every morning became something to look forward to."
Varka took a breath, and turned his gaze to the ceiling, perhaps praying to Barbatos why they allowed these two people to exist.
"Also the notes were fun!" you added, opening your drawer and placing a the stack of notes you had carefully stapled.
Lohen wasn't even listening anymore.
Because you were smiling.
At him.
Because of him.
Because he had poisoned you.
It was a stupid conversation. The girl in front of him was grateful for poisoning her. It was reckless, idiotic and yet...
At that moment his heart made some several terrible decisions.
He realised.
With a lot of hesitation...
That-
'Oh.'
'Oh no.'
'You were kinda cute.'
He had known your name for months. Known where you worked. Known your habits. Your favorite medicinal herbs. The way your handwriting became messier when excited.
But seeing you in person? Actually talking to you?
He was finished.
Absolutely in love.
That night he didn't sleep. Instead he sat at his desk surrounded by herbs, powders, vials, and failed formulas, staring at his next experiment like it might hold divine answers.
Most men wrote poetry.
Most men gifted flowers.
Most men confessed.
But Lohen was not most men.
He lifted a vial of deep red liquid, watching it swirl under lamplight with a manic smile. "If she barely liked the last one... I'll just make one that is even better."
And thus began the greatest romantic pursuit in history.
Not through gifts or heartfelt letters.
But through an escalating series of increasingly sophisticated poisons.
Lohen's new life goal was simple.
Create a poison so fascinating, so beautiful so perfect....
That when you tasted it—
You'd fall hopelessly in love with its creator.
Unfortunately for him, the only thing you fell in love with was the chemical composition.
Fin
😭 😭 😭 I CANT WITH THIS GUY. I FEEL LIKE HE'S SOMEONE WHO'D GIFT YOU A BOMB CUZ HE LOVES YOU.
Some of the ingredients used r actually toxic while others r just bs. I tried making it as Canon as possible but I'm sure there r some mistakes. Sorry abt tht.
Anyway! Hope you enjoyed! Let me know your thoughts.
Varka: I found an empty bottle of venom in our expedition camp, Lohen. Safe to assume it's yours?
Lohen: Why, yes it is! I've been dosing my partner while they sleep by my side. They won't take it in their food, but I must build up their immunity, in case an enemy harms them to get to me.
Varka, awkwardly: A-Alright, well...... let's never speak of this again.
At first, this comic was only supposed to be 2 pages, the first and the 3rd one. But i wanted to draw Ruggie making fun of Leona, so I added page 2. (and yes, I love their spelldrive uniform but GOSH the leg protections is a pain to draw!)
then the last page... don't know, i though it was funny if Vil and Leona got the same idea at the same time to make fun of Epel but didn't expect the other to do it x). It made me laugh when I wrote it.
Epel's embarassement is as the same level as calling your teacher "mom" or "dad" btw.
I actually wanted to add a part with Jack jealous (especially toward Leona) but unfortunately, I didn't got the right idea so I just stop there :').
Chapter 10 dropped today, just in time for pride month! It's the part where Jamil confronts Azul and hypnotizes him. Be prepared for lots of Jamil cringe below the cut/lh
Me: wow, J. Viper sure is cringe but he hasn’t done or said anything TOO bad recentl—
*rakes hands across my face* WHY DOES THE MANGA HAVE TO FRAME JAMIL SO OMINOUSLY. I MEAN, I KNOW WHY (to give these scenes an eerie atmosphere and help characterize him as shady) BUT DID THE MANGAKA REALLY HAVE TO...
THIS IS LIKE SOMETHIGN STRAIGHT OUTOF A HORROR FILM AND I'M FEARING FOR AZUL'S LIFE EVEN THOUGH I K EXACTLY TWHAT COMES NEXT
OKAY. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.
1. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT TONGUE PANEL, IDT hE COULD DO THAT SHIT BEFREO???? ? ?? ???? OF AlL RGE mOST UNNECESSARY PaNR{EL/s, TGIS ONE iUS tgE MOST yNECCEDSARTY
2. iS IT NECCESSARILY FOR HimM TO GET THAT CLOSE TO SOMEONE'S FACE TO USE His S UNIQUE MAGIC 💀 OR IS HE JUST DOING IT TO GET OFF ON THE POWER MOVE?????
3. WHY IS HE POSING LIKE THAT JUST TO CAST SNAKE WHISPER, SURELY HEDOEsN[T NEED TO??????? ?? ? ? ? ? ?
YOU DInDNT NEED tO Fo -“•ALL If ghaT, GHIS WAD. s A ChOICE.
NEW REACTION IMAGE DROPPED QEF JGUVQEFVTUOFEFA AZULK LOOKIN LIKE THE OTL
*inhales*
And now, A COMPILATION OF JAMIL VIPER BEING UNHINGED AND UNNECESSARILY EXTRA (you can practically hear his stereotypical bad guy laugh through the digital pages):
What makes these expressions all the worse (funnier) is not just how insane they are, but that Jamil 100% knows wtf he's doing and is completely RELISHING in it. YOU COULDNM'T GET MORE MUSTACHE-TWIR;ING EVIL VILLAIN iF YOU TRIED.
bihlasfgyiaoiyaefpbiuaf I KNWO THS9I STUFF'S OUT OF ORDER BUT I SAVED THE MOST WACK PART (to me) FOGR LAOST.... . . . ....... . . . . . . .. . .... WDYM AZUL ASHENGROTTO DROPPED TO ONE KNEE AND PLEDGED HIS ALLEGIANCE TO JAMIL LOOKin' LIKE THAT. IK BRO'S THEATRICAL BUT THIS IS COMMITTING TO THE BIT WAY TOO MUCH FQERBUPEFAG8Y0AEFOG8YQEFO8YG
ASNSnd thHE FACT THAT JAMIL IS JUST STANDING THERE, ARMS FOLDED, ACTING LIKE THIS IS A COMPLETELY NORMAL ASS THING FOR HIS HYPNOSIS VICTIMS TO DO??????? WTF doeS THAT SAY ABOUT HIM anD TWAHT HE NORMALLY USES HIS UM FOR, HUH??????/ //?? ???? This is allllll kinds of fucked up 😭😭😭
AND MIND YOU, AUZL TRieaS TO RECRUTI THIS MADMAN INTO OCTAVINELLE AFTER SEEING HOW UNHINGED JAMIL IS... Bro does NOT give a fuck, he likes being surrounded by weirdos and losers/j 🤡
twin did you see jamil in the new manga pages i’m crying he’s so funny 😭😭😭
mayu PLEASE collect your wife, he escaped from his enclosure and is now harassing innocent (?) octopi
i sure have and um
WHWAT💥💥💥‼️‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️
is this guy doing??? 😭😭😭 WHY IS HE STICKING HIS TONGUE OUT LIKE THAT. WHY WAS THAT NECESSARY. I DON'T RECALL THIS BEING PART OF HIS UM??? ./?!?!
AND LIKE
i know this is probably referencing his dance in the blazing jewel live but HE'S JUST. POSING WHILE CASTING HIS UM LIKE A MAGICAL GIRL HFKSJDNMFSSLDFSJ CHUUNI ASS LMFAOOOOOOOOOO I CAN'T WITH HIM 😭😭😭😭 is he doing this to show off his professor of curvature waist. yes we get it you have a nice waist sir no need to emphasize it (also ik the background is jafar's staff but it looks vaguely like a furby to me im laughing)
(pic from a friend) not to mention all the UNHINGED faces he's making in the rest of the chapter + being completely unbothered by azul getting on one knee and calling him master like. BRO. sasuga guy who had the most fun overblotting i guess there's truly no limit to his cringe 😭😭😭😭 jamil really is the funniest guy in the cast without even realizing it god i love him
also this is all happening behind the scenes where yuu/mayu doesn't see it happen so like. she has no clue her cringewife did all this. let's hope she never finds out (i hope she does) or jamil has a lot to explain
i hate that when you try and look up shit for writing purposes it starts linking suicide hotlines and addiction advice articles like bro i just wanna know the information im not killing myself i promise. now tell me what i wanna know
And I still see some of yall say ‘make this fic into a character ai pls!’
WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF WATER
Get off those god forsaken generative ai apps or you will go down with those who care
Especially those of you in the fanfic community, you steal your own work by going on c.ai and simultaneously kill us
For those who don’t know, ai takes from fresh water to cool its computer systems and the water can’t be recycled. ChatGPT alone uses 500 million gallons of water a day, and the AI industry used more water last year than the plastic water bottle industry. It also produces nothing original and takes from artists and writers alike.
Please resist and fight against this, it will only change if there is a collective effort ‼️‼️‼️
