Temple of Infinity

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[lordichamo]

stuff for a lil overblot au i've been playing around w/ recently (or rather part of a round two of overblots au)

[gesturing to a table littered with notes] trust issues and post-book 4 tensions and isolation and how water acts as a barrier in stuff like moats and islands and the like. you know how it is.

+ bonus

A little glimpse under all that static

[fima11]

been heavy on 2000's cocaine and gawd who else thinks they'd blast Arash in Scarabia lounge and dance all night

I need to think about 2000's jmkl more... what would they do... how'd they live....

[zipsunz]

you're going to do incredible things

(happy birthday deuce!!!! ♠️🐰)

[lordichamo]

WRONG WAY, MY SCARAB!!!!

[zipsunz]

500 MILES - Riddle Rosehearts AMV 🌹

(youtube version)

[mustsheep]

Kalim's Insomnia.

(This is my first time writing a fanfic in a foreign language, but I hope you enjoy it. It will be a pleasant experience.)

(At the request of an artist. And based on her work. This fanfiction is sure to be cute.)

((A minor update. Due to the wealth of information and inspiration, I'm splitting this fanfic into several parts. They're already in development.))

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One day, Kalim began to suffer from insomnia. The nights dragged on endlessly, tossing and turning in bed, but sleep just wouldn't come. Anxious thoughts swirled in his head: about the future, about future responsibilities, about this or that, about anything, and about nothing at all.

And when Jamil saw those tired scarlet eyes and the barely noticeable bags under them, he didn't panic. He didn't even want to. None of them wanted to panic, because the entire mansion would be in an uproar. Medications, doctors. But everyone knows that insomnia doesn't last just one day.

There are several types of insomnia. Transient – ​​lasts a short time, up to a week. Usually associated with stress, with sudden changes in well-being and routine. Acute – sleep disturbances persist for up to a month. They are associated with a specific cause: stress, illness, psychological trauma. Chronic – lasts longer than a month, can subside and periodically return.

And if Jamil's memory serves him correctly, this was the first time this had happened. But what was the reason? Kalim had always been an obedient boy and always went to bed on time. The bed was soft and large, as was the pillow. The light didn't fall on the heir's eyes. And the noise never caused Kalim any stress or anxiety.

Perhaps it was something deeper? On a psychological level? And Viper realized. Despite those warm and kind smiles, those cheerful laughter… Behind that mask hid pain and fear. These attempts on Kalim's life were the most horrific events in his life. And yet, he smiled. And even if these were just people, those people were also Kalim's relatives, which added fuel to the fire.

Anyone else would have gone mad, fallen into a deep depression, lost trust in people, feared the world, but Kalim Al Asim, who seemed to have stopped counting the attempts to kill him…

And finally, this heaviness took over. This heaviness turned into insomnia. Viper only exhaled heavily. He'd been thinking about it, but he didn't know when this heaviness would break free.

Now, in Jamil's room, a quiet night reigned, and somewhere outside the window, the moon shone, occasionally obscured by clouds, Kalim sat on the edge of the bed. Those tired, scarlet eyes were painful to look at, as were the eyes themselves, which expressed several years of pain. Their faces were illuminated by the dim light of the nightstand. There was silence and the quiet breathing of two dark-skinned boys.

Jamil was no longer in the mood for sleep. And now he had to help Kalim. Not even as a servant, but as a friend. If this was just ordinary insomnia, then Viper knew how to help. He told Kalim to wait there, and then went to the kitchen to make tea. But not quite ordinary tea.

Jamil placed a small glass cup on the table and stood by the stove. This tea requires a balance of ingredients, but his experienced and keen gray eyes could calculate the exact proportions without any extra tools, albeit with possible or even deliberate errors, but not now. He poured hot water and six spoons of loose black tea into a small saucepan and turned the tea on to heat for exactly one minute, then turned it off. Next, he added three crushed cardamom pods, a pinch of saffron, and sugar, and turned the stove back on for half a minute to allow everything to steep. While the tea steeped, he approached the cup, which had been sitting on the table all this time. Now Jamil added condensed milk to the cup and then turned the stove back on, but this time he waited for the tea to boil.

While he had a little time, Viper began to think that tea alone wouldn't be enough to cure Kalim's insomnia. What would help ease Al Asim's thoughts? For ideas, he could recall funny stories from his days at the College, but in a pinch, he could only turn to their mutual friend, who also lived in the Scalding Sands. He could certainly help, but he didn't want to distract him. He had too many responsibilities. But, as Jamil thought, that was only a last resort. Then it was time to dwell on those fun days at the College.

By this time, the tea was ready. A pleasant aroma wafted throughout the kitchen, and he carefully poured the fragrant tea into a cup, using a strainer, of course, to retain only the liquid. As the cup filled, the black tea turned a whiter color thanks to the condensed milk. Finally, he stirred everything thoroughly. But Jamil had to clean up all traces of the preparation, otherwise someone would definitely suspect something. And with a calm conscience and a cup of tea in hand, Jamil returned to his room.

As he had said, Kalim hadn't left. He was sitting on Viper's bed, lost in thought, but at the first sound of Jamil approaching, Kalim immediately looked up. It was obvious he was trying to look a little happier, even now. He felt awkward and even ashamed about it all, but Kalim understood that this was a very serious matter, something that could anger Jamil and upset his family.

Al Asim's slightly cold hands took the hot cup. A tiny glimmer of that former joy appeared in his tired eyes. Kalim always liked what Jamil cooked, and even these teas were no exception.

He took small, slow sips so as not to burn himself, but a wave of warmth and pleasant goosebumps ran through his body. Kalim felt his body slowly relax under the warmth and taste of the tea, like the most pleasant home remedy. But this was only physical. And so as not to miss this moment, Jamil immediately began quietly reminding Kalim of the funny moments in their lives and in the life of the College. Whether it was unsuccessful lessons with Professor Crewel, which were more funny than dangerous, but still dangerous. Or various get-togethers with friends, or maybe even entire small adventures that ended well.

Jamil noticed the scarlet eyes closing. This meant that Kalim had finally managed to relax. He carefully snatched the cup from his hand and, just as carefully, put his arm around Kalim's shoulders, leaning him against his body. It was surprising when Al Asim was able to immediately fall asleep. It only spoke to how exhausted he had become. Viper carefully picked up Kalim's sleeping body and, just as carefully, carried him to his room. Opening the door slightly, Jamil immediately laid Kalim on the bed, but before leaving, he made sure nothing disturbed his sleep. And, of course, he turned around once more to make sure his friend was asleep. And indeed. That face seemed more gentle, sweet, and peaceful. This made Jamil smile slightly. He watched for a few more minutes to be absolutely sure Kalim was asleep, and only then did he quietly leave the room. Very quietly, so as not to disturb his sleep.

But he knew this problem wouldn't be solved overnight, unfortunately. But Jamil would find other ways to solve it. And he already had a premonition that he would have to resort to extreme measures. With this thought, Viper closed his eyes on his bed, drifting off to sleep.

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[mustsheep]

Kalim's Insomnia. Part 2.

(This is exactly the part I was originally supposed to see.)

(Thank you so much for waiting.)

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The next day, Jamil came to Kalim's room specifically to do his makeup. To make that bright face more vibrant and hide any signs of sleep deprivation.

Kalim and Jamil had both agreed not to tell anyone about this. Not to stutter. Nothing. All he needed was a little time and comfortable sleeping conditions. While Kalim was busy with his studies, Jamil was jotting down notes in his notebook about ways to combat insomnia. He clearly emphasized in his notebook that insomnia was often associated with anxiety, loneliness, or pressure.

But Jamil knew loneliness could be crossed out. Because Kalim was never alone, unless he was truly alone. That could be crossed out too, since they were always together.

Anxiety and pressure…

Jamil emphasized these feelings, but he couldn't understand why Kalim could be so anxious. And pressure? Could anyone or anything put pressure on Kalim?

In any case, he shouldn't think about it now. It would be pointless. So he began writing down ways to cope.

Meditation and visualization. Physical activity. "Night journal" (write down your restless thoughts on a piece of paper to clear your head.) "Sleep room" (thick curtains or a sleeping mask, turn on a soft noise, whether it's rain or any other calming sounds.) A cozy bed. His favorite pajamas. A calming scent. Breathing exercises. Reading a book. And a little coolness.

Jamil thought about these activities, as if trying to somehow combine them. Although the best option was simply to adapt to what was to come. Maybe Kalim would be able to sleep peacefully today? That would be the best outcome. But better to be on the safe side.

Jamil put down the notebook, pen, and phone, leaning on his arm. His gray eyes didn't seek any particular target. They simply stared at the table. The cunning serpent thought about this situation. He had never seen Kalim like this. He had always seen him cheerful, excited, crying, determined, compassionate. But never like this… Depressed?

Jamil didn't like this thought; it made him doubt his plan. Because it meant he was wrong to hate Kalim, that all these manipulations, all these attempts to overthrow him and capture him were proving… idiotic.

But he was just a servant, forced to watch Kalim, just as he was now. And this was the limitation Jamil had so painstakingly tried to remove. He was like a bird in a cage, like a snake under the influence of a flute. And these parental instructions, which he had listened to since childhood. They were ingrained in his subconscious. Submission. Second place. He literally had to hide so that Kalim could shine.

And now everything was ready to collapse so easily, because Kalim himself was caged by his status?

But… He didn't look unhappy. As if he had resigned himself to it.

This light burned too much, but it also beckoned. Jamil wasn't yet ready to forgive Kalim, or rather, these dark thoughts that still haunted him.

Viper let out a heavy sigh and rested his forehead on his other hand, which lay on the table.

He never thought that simple insomnia could lead to this. To the fact that he would actually want to help Kalim somehow. Not as a servant, but as… a friend? Yes. As the very friend Kalim had always considered him.

The more Jamil immersed himself in these thoughts, the more memories from the past began to surface in his mind. Faint memories of childhood flashed before his eyes. Their first meeting. That's when it all began… Right?

The fragile psyche of a child suffered from such events. Horrible images. Death threats. Thefts. Little Jamil didn't understand it then, but that day, those scarlet eyes were empty due to a loss of faith in people. And Jamil couldn't imagine that he was the very light of that faith that had wavered.

The sound of the door opening pulled him from his thoughts. It was Kalim, who had come to announce that classes were over. He was good at feigning joy and happiness, which now seemed completely unreal. He was so used to it that he even managed to portray these emotions accurately and without falsehood.

Their day went as usual, everything according to schedule. But while Jamil usually went straight to his room to get ready for bed, now he went to Kalim's room. He'd picked up a book, just in case. A big book. A collection of various fairy tales, but just in case Kalim couldn't sleep. Kalim personally verified that the bedclothes were cozy, the pillow soft, and the pajamas comfortable. It was dark, only the moon was visible, somewhere outside the window, if you looked closely at the curtains. And then he was lying under the covers with his eyes closed.

Of course, Jamil wouldn't sit in his room all night. He'd only be here for an hour and then leave. This was a precaution, in case Kalim did open his eyes.

Kalim tried not to think about anything. He really tried not to think about it at all. But if you dwell on heavy, disturbing thoughts even a little bit, and let them fester, they'll consume you completely.

Jamil saw Kalim's eyes narrow. Even now, he wanted to cope on his own and not disturb his friend. But he didn't want this torment to continue. Jamil got up from the chair and walked over to the bed, turning on the table lamp. Kalim cracked one eye and smiled awkwardly, as if he felt guilty about it. Or maybe it was because his gray eyes were gloomy, but not cold. It was merely a reproach. Because he should have said something sooner, instead of squinting for fifteen minutes.

Kalim exhaled heavily, silently accepting defeat. But he was sad, not because of Jamil's gaze, but because insomnia and his thoughts were still with him.

Jamil merely ran his hand lightly through his short, snow-white hair, burying his fingertips in the hair itself and gently massaging his scalp. The gentle massage helped Kalim relax a little; the sad expression on his face slowly faded, and he looked at Jamil through half-closed eyes, waiting to see what else he could come up with.

Viper sat on the edge of the bed, but not close to Kalim's head, so he could observe his reaction. Scarlet eyes watched intently, and one could see how the pupils dilated when they saw the book of fairy tales. Just the thought of it was already relaxing.

But which one to choose? The most popular ones? But Kalim had heard them so many times that he could probably memorize every phrase. Gray eyes slid over the book's contents, searching for something suitable. And…

"The Silent Princess."

(The Silent Princess. An Arabian fairy tale tells the story of a merchant's son who undertakes a dangerous task—to get a silent princess to talk—and, thanks to his ingenuity, succeeds and wins the princess's hand.)

Jamil turned to the right page and began quietly reading the tale.

(A brief summary will follow.)

(Once upon a time there lived a merchant's son. At first, he spent the money his father gave him carelessly. But one day, the young man decided to become a real merchant and go on a journey. His father gave him a hundred dinars, and his mother gave him her necklace in case of need. In one country, the young man saw a palace made of human skulls. From a poor woman, he learned what was going on: the local king had a daughter who never spoke a word. The king declared: whoever could get the princess to talk within three days would get her as a wife; whoever failed would be executed. The young man realized whose skulls decorated the palace. The young man had a magic box, inside which lived a little man. He agreed to help the young man. The magician advised him to hide the box under a candlestick in the palace. The young man was brought to the princess. She remained silent. Then the young man turned to the candlestick, and it began to tell a story about three brothers who were arguing over who should The girl will be given to the young man. The young man said that the girl should go to the younger brother who found the living water. The princess could not stand it and objected: in her opinion, the girl should have gone to the older brother with the all-seeing mirror. Then the young man threw a veil over the princess, saying: "Be quiet, you have bad breath!" The witnesses watching what was happening were amazed: the princess spoke! On the second night, the magical little man moved under the chair. He told a different story - about a carpenter, a tailor, and a sheikh who created a living girl. The young man decided that the girl should go to the sheikh, and the princess objected that it should go to the carpenter who made the doll. The young man again silenced her in the same way. Witnesses reported to the king that his daughter had spoken for two nights in a row. On the third night, the magical assistant moved under the young man's turban. When the princess was silent again, the young man He spoke to the turban. Seven beautiful maidens emerged from it, singing and dancing. The princess was overcome with jealousy and rushed toward the young man, who said, "Go away! Can't you see these maidens are better than you." Witnesses reported to the king that the princess was swearing out of jealousy. And this is how it all ended. The king came to witness what was happening. The princess confessed that she had fallen in love with the young man. The young man assured the king that he, too, had fallen in love with the princess at first sight. The king agreed to the wedding, and the young people lived happily ever after.)

Jamil was himself captivated by the story and didn't even notice Kalim had fallen into a deep sleep. That was the most important thing for him. He placed the book on the table and turned off the light. His gray eyes gazed a moment longer at the peacefully sleeping face. He left an ephemeral kiss on the cheek. Then he quietly left.

In the morning, Jamil noticed that Kalim looked more alive, but makeup would still be useful. Al Asim really did look more alive, and his eyes weren't so empty anymore, which meant the story had been an effective remedy. They were halfway to victory.

And now, while Kalim was back in class, Jamil tried to think of a pleasant combination with the reading. Music and scent. A deeper immersion in the story.

Jamil had found everything he needed in advance. Lavender-scented incense. And music… A phone would do. He just needed to find something suitable.

Jamil had also arrived in Kalim's room early to prepare everything. The window was open because he needed to use incense in a well-ventilated area. He then placed one stick in the holder so the ashes would fall on the holder, not the dresser. He'd better light it now. He briefly wished for it. It was a very unusual scent, the first he'd ever smelled. He even waved his hand a few times to disperse the scent and save his nostrils a little. Then he walked away and started searching for music on his phone.

As Kalim approached the door to his room, he caught a faint whiff of something. He was surprised, because it was something unexpected. The faint scent made it difficult to place. He carefully opened the door to peer in.

Jamil was sitting on the bed, searching for something on his phone. And there was incense on the dresser. Now Kalim understood what it was. The scent of lavender. Al Asim knew that lavender usually worked as a relaxing and calming agent. And it helped with insomnia. And, frankly, he had even forgotten about his anxiety and these thoughts. It was unclear what exactly had driven this anxiety away. The smell or Jamil's unusual behavior itself. Most likely, both.

Kalim quietly and as carefully as he could, approached the bed, trying to see out of the corner of his eye what Jamil was searching for. But Kalim's secrecy didn't last long when Viper told him to lie down on the bed, keeping his eyes on his phone. And Kalim obeyed.

The room fell silent. The scent of lavender wafted throughout and escaped through the half-open window.

Kalim lay peacefully on the bed, his hands folded on his stomach. He said nothing, but he wasn't thinking about anything either, which was a first. Jamil's presence relaxed him. And the fact that he still helped him fight his insomnia. Kalim noticed and felt that the bad thoughts no longer haunted him, but they left a residue. A negative feeling all its own. But Kalim realized that as long as Jamil was there, here and now, he had nothing to worry about. Jamil had always been there, even after Kalim learned the truth. He hadn't turned away from him, even though he should have. But Kalim would never turn away from his friend. Everyone has skeletons in the closet, right?

Kalim closed his eyes, turning on his side to face Jamil. His scarlet eyes, growing more and more vivid, watched as Jamil found the right music and placed his phone on the table.

When Jamil looked at Kalim, he saw a familiar gleam in his eyes. He sighed with relief, lightly tracing his finger across Kalim's cheek. A gentle and tender gesture, but one that conveyed Jamil's presence.

The quiet meditation music lulled his bright head, but it had no effect on Jamil, for those who hypnotize cannot be hypnotized. But watching Kalim grow lighter with each passing day was a great relief to Jamil, not only as a servant but also as a friend.

Viper sat in the room until the incense had completely turned to ash and the music stopped.

Kalim pressed himself closer, but not as tightly as before. This meant that the bad thoughts were receding.

Of course, they wouldn't disappear completely, but the important thing was that Kalim had now gained control of this fear. And at this rate, he could turn these fears into strength.

A few days later, Kalim was again alert and full of energy, as if insomnia had never existed. His scarlet eyes sparkled and were full of life again, and his voice was truly resonant, as always.

It had been a difficult time for both of them. Kalim realized that not all difficulties can be dealt with alone and that these difficulties should be addressed before they consume you. And for Jamil, these were openings. He wasn't ready to completely forgive Kalim, or rather his family, right now. But he was ready to soften just a little. Even though it felt disgusting right now. But somewhere deep down, he knew he wanted that…

The End.

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[racheldrawsthis]

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Reblogs are very much appreciated!

[deardajeong]

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[mox19]

Happy (late) birthday ruggie 🥳

[zombluvrrr]

twst(mostly kalim) dump

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[pixievero]

Would I get hate crimed if I said I really enjoy JamiKali both romantic and platonically. I know it's a ship that tends to have a lot of backlash due to the slave/master thing but I personally enjoy them due to how complex their relationship tends to be.

Though, I don't enjoy them as your typical "oh, lets just ignore all of the shit that happened between the two and just make them kiss instead!!" like I see a LOT of people tend to enjoy (which leads to way too much mischaracterization...) No, no. I enjoy JamiKali where everything in book 4 does happen, Jamil overblotting because of his life with Kalim and finally showing his true colors, leading to the two being how they are now. I then like it where after his overblot, they spend the next years to come (I'm thinking like.. 5-10 years. Yes. A lot of time) communicating and trying to fix everything between the two of them, even if it's hard on Jamil's part in particular. I also like to picture during these 5-10 years that Jamil finally gets his freedom and goes on to live his own life before coming to terms that he misses Kalim due to the amount of time they spent together throughout his life and so he goes back to Kalim, more time passes (2-3 years), they communicate some more and THEN they finally get together.

It's either this or I like the thought of Kalim having a crush on Jamil and Jamil never reciprocating his feelings and so it's just super one sided for his entire life.

Moral of the story, I feel like Jamikali dating in high school will probably never be the best for either of them and I want them to grow and communicate for a LONG time before even considering getting together and I really hope this makes sense lol😭 I do very much eat up any Jamikali content in the end though, NRC years or not.

(Any hate on this ship in the comments will be deleted btw!! If you don't enjoy it then there's no reason to be interacting with a post about it in the first place.)

[fleshkiss]

⚔💀 sleepwear secret event unlocked?!

[zipsunz]

the ol' rabbit from a hat trick !!!

[selysie]

black &&. white dividers　—　recolors ok

reblog & credit to use, no reposts or i die...

[skyenish]

i love your animatics on yt!!!! youre literally the best person ever!!

quick question though, dy ship kalim or jamil or are you js really invested in their relationship but see it more platonic?

Thank you so much! I wouldn’t call me the best person ever, but I’m glad you like what I do :)

I do ship Jamil and Kalim, BECAUSE I’m invested in their relationship! Though, I do also really like then platonically. I think it’s very compelling how they went from friends to (sort of) enemies to friends to lovers. There is so much stuff and there are so many complicated feelings, it’s just really interesting! I’ll try to explain a bit why I like them

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Kalim has to take accountability, and he must decide that he wants to love the real Jamil, not the fake servant persona he pretends to be, while also learning to be honest with his own feelings. For so long was he terrified of Jamil, the one person he got attached to with no fear of betrayal, leaving, so he never told him how he always hated how mean Jamil could be. Kalim also has to confront his dependency on Jamil and he learns that he is Jamil’s equal. Not above him, not below him, but equal.

He has to learn to trust Jamil again after what happened, but that slowly teaches him important things he never did learn before. He gets to pick who to get close to this time. No one to assign him a servant, or a family member, or anything. He consciously chooses to stay with Jamil, as his friend, getting to know and love this real Jamil, while still acknowledging that he doesn’t like some parts of him. He clearly feels very strongly about Jamil, whether it be platonically or romantically, and I simply can’t imagine Kalim truly happy without Jamil in his life.

Also, Kalim does relate to Jamil a lot. Remember, even though their situations are different, Kalim is very much trapped in a not-ideal life as well, that puts his life in danger and has severely affected hiw he sees the world and himself. Understanding Jamil helps him understand himself better too. They’re intertwined like that, two sides of the same coin.

Jamil meanwhile finally let’s his emotions out instead of letting them bubble and build up, which reveals his admittedly nasty true personality to the world. With finally being honest to Kalim, it opens a path for him to be honest with himself too. Because he’s so bitter and been pushed down a lot, he’s developed a believe that he is better than many of the inept, useless, undeserving people he interacts with, often judging them very harshly. Leona sets this belief right in book 6. Jamil is forced to acknowledge that Kalim is incredibly emotionally intelligent, charming, and simply has an advantage. He IS in fact deserving of being a Housewarden, and Jamil shouldn’t let his insistence that “if only they gave me a chance I’d show them” limit him. If he keeps waiting for others to give him permission, he’ll never do anything.

Jamil has to accept his own bitterness has shackled him down, and the main thing stopping him firm achieving happiness is his he himself holding him back. He always points fingers and blames everyone but himself for everything that goes wrong, seeing himself as in control and organized. He has been freed. Kalim wants to be equals with Jamil. It’s Jamil himself however that still keeps waiting for permission, a genie bound to a lamp.

In his dream, Jamil learns that being in control and having power isn’t what he wants. He doesn’t want to take over the Asim family or take revenge on Kalim, because even though he’s bitter, he truly doesn’t hate Kalim, not really. He realizes that what he truly wants is simply freedom. If he were in power, he’d still be tied to his own metaphorical lamp. Then, when he fights his phantom, he’s confronted with how self-pitying and pathetic his overblot form (his own negative traits) really is. He claims to be so wise and in control, yet he doesn’t take responsibility, lashes out at others, and never takes any chances he is given, perhaps because he’s been taught to be that way, but still.

In the end, they’re codependent and a hot mess, but they’re slowly working towards an ending where they’re both happy, as themselves. They will go through their rough patches, and the past won’t be forgotten, but the only person that understands them is the other. They care about eachother, a lot, and being with eachother is helping them actively improve. With how the story is going I’m very happy with their arcs so far! There’s been so much development from both of them, and I can see that things are just much smoother now (them punching it out really helped)

So in conclusion: they understand eachother, they make eachother better, they learn to TRULY get to know the other and love that version of them too, there are a lot of emotions involved, they’re PARALLELS THEY ARE PARALLELS TO EACHOTHER, they look cute together, and I wish them the best of luck. There is SO much to them, and it’s just incredible. I could keep yapping for ages but then I’d never stop! The angst is painful, the fluff is cute, and I just really enjoy their dynamic overall. Love to JamiKali ❤️