#jamil twst

[nekonaps0]

Hello!

If you are still taking reqs... how about one where Yuu catchs the guys doing some me-time... (rubbing one...)

A bit nsfw but...!!!

Wrong timing

✦Gn!reader

✦Characters: Cater, Azul, Jamil, Rook, Idia

✦suggestive! MDNI, pre-relationship. It’s ended up being more of comedy than a smut but I hope you enjoy it

Cater Diamond

Cater freezes mid stroke the second the door opens, phone still in his other hand. Both of you just stare at each other in dead silence for what feels like an eternity. His usual flashy smile is nowhere to be found. Instead, his face turns the color of a rose as he slowly lowers his phone, yanks the blanket up and lets out a nervous little laugh that cracks halfway through.

“Uhh… hey, bestie~ This is, like… super embarrassing right now...” He tries to play it off with his typical carefree vibe, but his voice is higher than usual and he can’t meet your eyes. “Can we pretend this never happened? I’ll even delete the last five minutes from my brain if you do…please…”

Inside, he’s dying. Cater hates feeling exposed like this, especially in front of someone he’s been low key crushing on and trying to impress. Expect him to spam you with cute apology selfies or memes later, desperately trying to turn the whole thing into an inside joke so it doesn’t ruin his chances.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is in full “vulnerable mode”. One hand down his pants, the other covering his mouth to muffle any sounds, glasses slightly fogged up from the heat of the moment. The second you walk in, his eyes blow wide open. His face goes from pale to scarlet in record time. He yanks his hand out and frantically pulls his pants up, nearly knocking his glasses off in the process.

“W-What are you…?! Don’t you know basic manners?! You should have knocked! This is highly inappropriate and…and barbaric behavior!”

You just smirk and tease “Your little whimpers were actually kinda cute, Azul” before casually walking out.

He’s left absolutely mortified. For days afterward, he avoids you like the plague, hiding behind Jade and Floyd while internally replaying your words on loop. But the blush gives him away every time. Deep down, the fact that you called him “cute” instead of grossing out makes his crush on you ten times worse.

Jamil Viper

Jamil finally has a rare moment of peace after endless chores and babysitting Kalim. He’s enjoying some well deserved alone time when you barge in without knocking, casually asking if he can tutor you.

You both freeze. His hand stops. His eyes twitch in pure irritation mixed with horror. You slap your hands over your eyes and blurt out, “Why would you do that?!”

Jamil immediately snaps back, voice sharp but laced with embarrassment “You’re the one who didn’t knock and just barged into my room! This is my space! I don’t owe you any explanation for what I do in private!”

He’s trying to sound calm and in control like always, but his usual composed mask is cracking hard. He quickly covers himself and shoos you out.

Later, he’ll act like nothing happened, but he’s extra prickly and avoids eye contact for a while. He just wanna die from embarrassment

Rook Hunt

You were supposed to have a fun skincare night with Rook after you got some fancy new face masks from Vil. You knock lightly but walk in excitedly only to find him sitting in his chair, one hand holding a photo, the other very much occupied with himself.

You freeze, immediately start apologizing profusely for invading his privacy, and turn to leave… until you catch a glimpse of the photo he’s holding. Is that… you?! A photo of you that you don’t remember him ever taking.

Rook looks up and flashes that signature dramatic smile even while hr caught red handed (literally). “Ah! Trickster~ It seems the hunt has been revealed a bit earlier than planned. I can explain everything…”

He has zero shame in his admiration for your “beauty” but there’s a playful glint in his eye that says he’s delighted you caught him. He’ll be poetic about how your image inspires him, making the whole situation ten times more intense and embarrassing.

Idia Shroud

Idia is in his room, lights dim, multiple monitors on. One screen has your magicam profile pulled up, while his hand is busy under his desk.

You walk in because Ortho asked you to drop off some papers. “Hey Idia, Ortho said…”

You freeze. He freezes. Your eyes flick from his face to his hand then to your photos on the screen then back to him.

Idia’s hair flares bright pink as he yanks his pants up in record time, knocking over a soda can in the process. “N-NO NO NO THIS ISN’T… I mean… it’s not what it looks like!! I was just… research! Character design reference!! Level grinding… wait, no!!! delete that from your memory right now!!”

He’s full panic mode, glitching out and excuses flying everywhere while trying to minimize every window at once. You slowly back out of the room without saying a word, pretending you saw nothing.

Idia is left in dead silence. “……..No reaction… is actually the worst possible reaction…” He curls up in his gaming chair, hair burning neon pink with shame, convinced you now think he’s the biggest creep in NRC. It’ll take Ortho physically dragging him out of his room before he can face you again.

Bonus: he avoids your magicam for weeks… but secretly still has screenshots.

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[ribbbs]

"Once there was a boy...who simply loved to dance."

[carameldansan]

Okay so this is extremely late, but I immediately started working on this the second Rielle and Minajael were introduced into the story. I REALLY REALLY love Rielle, I think he's a cutie pie!!

[floryd]

Floyd x ruggie orr jamiazul?? :3

this ask has been in my inbox for a while because every now and then i try to answer it and then when i try to draw these two i die </3

but i guess testing out these brushes worked

anyways jamiazu is definitely one of my favorite ships, its just i struggle drawing both of them....

[roseredreuben]

Scarabia kitchen

[selveristsaatan]

click for better quality 🐍

[rotten-despair]

♪~Yearning

Featuring: Jamil Viper

A/N: sigh can you tell I'm a sucker for angst :33

jamil falls in love with you knowing full well he shouldn't. that realization settles into his chest long before he ever allows himself to acknowledge the actual feelings attached to it. because love, to jamil, has always felt like the sort of thing meant for other people. people with freedom. people allowed to want things openly without guilt clawing at them afterward. not him. especially not him. so at first, he tries very hard to ignore whatever this is becoming.

you're simply pleasant to be around. easier than most people at NRC. you speak to him like he's a person instead of kalim's attendant, and somehow that alone feels dangerously comforting. conversations with you come naturally in ways he's not used to. you notice things about him other people overlook. ask his opinions directly. seek him out specifically. naturally he grows accustomed to your company over time. naturally he starts relaxing around you more than intended. that should have been where he stopped it. instead, he lets himself linger. and that's his first mistake.

because once he starts genuinely caring about someone, he canct do anything halfway. slowly, quietly, you begin settling into parts of his life he had spent years keeping closed off from other people. hearing your voice after exhausting days eases tension from his shoulders immediately. your laughter stays stuck in his head for hours afterward. if several days pass without seeing you properly, something restless and irritable coils beneath his skin until he finally does again. he notices all of this. he hates it instantly. because deep down, he already knows how this story ends. people like you don't fall for people like him. not when there are brighter people standing beside him.

"you've been distracted lately." jamil barely glances up from the food he is preparing. "have i now." kalim hums thoughtfully nearby. "mhm. usually you only stare off into space like that when something's bothering you." "...nothing is bothering me." except there is. you are. constantly. the problem isn't simply that jamil likes you. the problem is how badly he likes you despite knowing better. because the more attached he becomes, the more impossible it gets to ignore the ugly thoughts buried beneath those feelings. why would someone like you ever truly choose him?

jamil has spent his entire life standing behind kalim. quieter. less important. less wanted. even now, people gravitate toward kalim naturally while jamil remains the one lingering at the edges making sure everything runs smoothly. dependable. useful. forgettable. he learned very young that his place was behind someone else, never beside them. and part of him still believes that. which makes these feelings feel humiliating. because every time you smile at him kindly, some awful hopeful part of him immediately wants more. more attention. more affection. more of your time. he catches himself growing jealous whenever you laugh too easily with someone else, especially kalim. and afterward guilt crashes into him immediately because what right does he have to feel possessive over someone who isn't his? what right does someone like him have to want at all? that question haunts him constantly.

your affection only makes everything worse. jamil is careful with things like that, careful with closeness, because vulnerability has never come easily to him. but somehow you slip past his defenses little by little anyway. if your hand brushes his accidentally, his thoughts derail for the rest of the conversation. if you lean against his shoulder during study sessions, he becomes painfully aware of your warmth beside him. one evening you fall asleep near him in scarabia's lounge and jamil sits there motionless for almost an hour because moving would wake you. he stares at you quietly the entire time. and somewhere in that silence, something inside him cracks. because looking at you like this feels unbearably dangerous. soft. hopeful. selfish.

selfish.

that word settles heavy in his chest because jamil has spent so much of his life suppressing his own desires that wanting you at all feels wrong somehow. wanting someone to choose him first. wanting someone to stay because they genuinely love him instead of needing something from him. it feels impossible. and yet despite everything, despite every instinct screaming at him to let this go before it hurts worse, he can't stop himself from wanting it anyway. wanting you anyway.

the realization fully settles one late evening after an especially exhausting day. kalim had dragged you both into another crowded event, and now scarabia is finally quiet again. jamil sits alone trying to organize his thoughts when you enter the room carrying tea for him without being asked. "you looked stressed," you mumble softly while setting the cup beside him. just a small and thoughtful gesture. something in jamil's chest twists painfully. because nobody does things like this for him. not without expectation. not just because they care. he tries to thank you normally, but his voice comes out quieter than intended. you notice immediately, of course you do. your expression softens as you crouch beside him slightly, fingers brushing lightly against his arm.

"jamil... are you okay?" and that destroys him a little. because your concern is genuine. focused entirely on him. not scarabia's vice housewarden. not kalim's servant. just him. and suddenly every feeling he has spent months trying to suppress crashes together violently. every jealous thought. every quiet moment spent longing for your attention. every selfish, impossible hope he tried desperately to bury. he loves you. so very hopelessly. and the worst part, for the first time in his life, jamil realizes he doesn't wannt to give something up simply because he thinks he should. he wants this. wants you. even if it's selfish. even if it hurts.

for a long moment, he can't speak at all. his chest aches with the weight of emotions he has spent years forcing down whenever they became inconvenient. because if he lets himself hope for this— truly hope— there's a chance he could lose it too. but then your hand slides more securely over his, warm, grounding and real. and despite everything, despite all the fear curling tightly inside him, he finds himself turning his hand just enough to hold yours back.

[somethingc00l3r]

Could I request the ob boys x jellyfish mermaid reader where the reader would randomly zone out mid-sentence ‘cause like yk jellyfish don’t have brains and i feel like that would fit

I've got you! This took a long time becuase I maybe kinda didn't know what ob meant...yeah so that was a bit embarssing. Anyway, here you go! (If I got it wrong...embersing for me. Let me know what it acutally means!)

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Riddle

Is a stickler for the rules but not with you, he’s looser with you. He knows how you get, and at first he was insulted by it but after realising that was just how you were he found it endearing. Anyway, today he was talking to you about something, a project, “And professor-” He said before cutting himself as he looked at you. “...Hello?” He asked as you stared at absolutely nothing. No reply. He panicked and shook you, “Hey— are you okay?!” He asked, because even if this was a regular occurrence he cared deeply for you. The relief he feels when you snap back to it and mumble out, “Huh?” He just huffs and sighs, “You worried me. Rule…something. You can’t worry me like that.”

Leona Kingscholar

He’s grumbling over classes, annoying people, the usual, while you sit on his lap as he lies under you. When you talk about someone who annoyed you just a few minutes earlier and just...stop.

He opened his eyes, looking up at you. “...Hello?” He questions, flicking your head. When that doesn’t work he grabs a cup and tosses it on your head. When you snap back to it he just smirks. “How do you even do that? It’d be impressive if it wasn’t so impractical.” “Why would you do that?!” You whine.

His smirk is still there as he shrugs, “Maybe your little mermaid self needed water. Worked, didn’t it?”

Azul

You’re both in the cafe, you’re making a drink and talking to him when you just…stop. The cup overflows and makes you stir again. He snatches the cup from your hands, “Don’t burn yourself now,” he said with a small sigh. “You can’t zone out in a dangerous situation.” When you say making a coffee is not dangerous at all he insists it is and the possibility of you burning yourself with the drink is high and very dangerous.

Jamil

He’s sitting with you as you two do homework, he’s midway through explaining a problem when he sees that glossy look in your eyes. He sighed. Yep— that concept seems to have been a bit too much for your pretty little head.

“Hey.” he said, gently shaking you, “How about we take a break? I can get some food from the kitchen. Would water help?” He said, already standing and taking your hand to help you to your feet. How long this moment of blanking will last is a gamble, but he’s happy to be around you. Even if you are in your own world. Oh and he’s doing some research on this phenomenon later because was this normal for jellyfish mermaids? Or were you just lacking nutrition?

Vil

He’s shocked by the way you really just…zone out. Mid way through him doing your hair and you were talking about your day you just…stopped? It was honestly rude! Well it would be if he wasn’t so confused with how something so odd was so endearing when it came to you. He has no clue how to snap you out of it so when you start talking again he just goes long with it. When you finish he asks what happened and when you say you ‘just do that,’ he nearly crashes out because how can he spend so much time on appearances when you do the most embarrassing things cutely?!

Iida

He panics soooo much. “Hey?! Is this a glitch irl? Hey?!” He says, shaking you gently. “C-come on, what happened?” He questions as you blink again. “Hm. That hasn’t happened in a while.” You say with a small head tilt.

“That’s normal?!” He exclaimed, “Is there a problem with your code?!” He exclaims, shaking your shoulders again before leaning his head into your shoulder. “You could have told me before…I panicked thinking you had a malfunction.”

Maelleus

You're both in his room, just relaxing, talking, and he is perfectly happy. Until you just…puase. At first he doesn’t do anything until he realizes that this pause seems a bit longer than the others, “hello?”he asked, squeezing your hand. When you get back to it he sighs with a small tired smile, “You were telling me a story?” He knows this is nothing to worry about, but it does make him panic a bit.