Hiya! I'm Ner, and this is where I flail about Jamil Viper (and also a yuusona that's shipped with said snek man, and the totally helpful fae oc that snuck her way in here too).
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Emi Lind (my yuusona)
Aunt Nerine (the fairy godmother you didn't ask for)
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The 30 day twst challenge - some of my thoughts about the game
hurt lou and comfort from jamil plus a special cameo from leona the wingman dispelling the bullshit and mirrors
hi im making a comeback with angst, things dont feel very fun right now but i feel like i need to write to keep from spiraling.
cw: self deprecating talk, but it doesn’t get too graphic. the worst of the argument happens offscreen. the conversation has a bunch of downs, but i think it reconciles in a cathartic way.
"Oh, great. Here comes her savior."
"Excuse me?" Jamil bristles at Leona's tone.
"Hm. You don't sound too unpleased to hear that." That extra jab might elicit retaliation from Jamil, but Leona's expression sobers. As if this entire situation was beneath him. "At least I won't have to deal with another moody herbivore being a pain in the ass."
"Did Lou come to the botanical gardens?"
"We didn't talk, if that's what you're hoping to find out." Leona's tail flicks impatiently. As he walks off, he throws one last barb. "She's worse than you. Damn temperamental first-years."
To anyone unassuming, it's a pointed remark. But Jamil gets the inkling that this is a warning.
Her sudden exit led to the meeting quickly adjourning afterwards. Of course, Riddle and Azul took point in noting down the pointless agenda items to be addressed at a follow-up date (to be decided), hopefully with the rest of the housewardens present. Initially Lou was writing notes about the things Crowley wanted to discuss. Then her expression turned blank, lips pressed into a tight line, frame going rigid. Her palms slammed themselves atop the desk and she shoved her chair backwards. Crowley's admonishments went ignored as she pushed her way out of the headmage's office, letting the door bang shut.
(Grim, for all his obnoxiousness, would’ve been a welcome buffer. Were he not busy recovering at STYX.)
Lou’s pen and notepad feel like boulders in Jamil's pocket as his search continues to turn up empty. Kalim, ever his kind and concerned self, had half a mind to go and return her things, but Jamil—for reasons beyond himself—gathered her belongings and set off after her instead.
Another dead end. Nothing. Jamil thinks of checking Ramshackle, to see if she's shut herself in her room again.
Then he hears it.
A stifled hitch of breath. The rustle of grass. A smothered sob.
"...Lou?"
He finds her curled up by the gardener's shed, knees hugged against her chest, face buried into her arms. She doesn't respond.
The sight is pitiful. But for some reason, it doesn't stir much disgust in him. Doesn't irritate him the same way when others would bring their problems to him. "Lou? What's wrong?"
She stays silent, curls her arms more protectively around herself. As if trying to make herself small enough to disappear.
He crouches by her and reaches out a hand, touching her shoulder. "What happened? Why did you leave the meeting?"
Lou flinches, before raising her head. Her face is damp and flushed, eyes red-rimmed. "Leona didn't tell you?"
She's worse than you. Suddenly Jamil is hit with a sense of deja vu, the chill of ice and the scent of blot as he descended Tartarus with— "Do you think Leona Kingscholar willingly makes small talk with his underclassmen?"
An obnoxiously wet sniffle-laugh tears from her, and her expression crumbles. Whatever quippy retort she has gets drowned out by her weeping anew.
Guilt pangs in Jamil’s chest. She’s beyond any sort of passable conversation, but he does know that she would rather be anywhere else than where she is right now.
Tentatively, his fingers close around her wrist—she doesn’t flinch at the touch, her cries quiet down to barely-restrained hiccups—before sliding down to lace their fingers together. Gently, he pulls her to her feet. “Let’s go back to Ramshackle first.”
[...]
The walk to Ramshackle is thankfully uneventful. With it being the weekend, the main campus part of campus is quiet and mostly empty. Nobody’s around to see Jamil leading a quiet Lou back to her dormitory. Nobody’s around to comment on how she looks like a wreck, completely unlike her high-strung self. It feels like guiding a stranger. Jamil glances backwards.
Lou’s head is bowed, and while her hair is a mess, it doesn’t completely obscure her expression—the fact that she’d been crying her eyes out for a while. Her grip is loose, but she keeps a steady pace behind him.
He didn’t know that she could make silence stretch over the both of them, make it feel so oppressive.
(It isn’t important to note that when they reach the rundown dorm, she keeps holding onto him as she fishes the keys out of her pocket to unlock the gate and front door.)
Though he lets go to focus on getting her a glass of water, she follows him to the kitchenette. Takes the glass he offers her. Her eyes trained against the side of his head as he fills a second glass of water.
“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“‘Help,’ don’t you mean you want this all ‘fixed’?”
Taken aback, he quickly schools his expression into a neutral one, carefully threading his words together. “That would be an ideal outcome, but we both know that’s easier said than done.”
“So what? You want me to just unburden myself?” Lou says the word with a frown, coats it with venom.
“Yes,” Jamil says simply. “What happened during the meeting with Crowley?” Or was it because of her conversation afterwards with Leona?
Lou goes silent and lowers her gaze to the glass in her hand. Barely touched. “…He was being a stupid bird. You know that.”
“Stupid things don’t usually make someone storm out of a meeting like that.” Especially for someone as group-oriented as her.
“We already know I’m affected by a lot things. I had enough. Wouldn’t you understand that?”
Jamil’s jaw tenses at that jab. “Is it because he was referring to only you? Leaving out Grim again?”
She says nothing.
“Is it because he’s still having you play diplomat with the other dorms?” At her continued silence, Jamil’s impatience bleeds into his words. “I’m not a mind-reader, Lou.”
“But you are judgmental.”
Jamil sets his glass down onto the counter, almost slams it onto the surface. “Would you rather I make assumptions?”
Lou jolts at the sound, glances at his hand to his face. At the growing irritation on his features. “…no. It’s just—Just something stupid but I…” And for a moment she’s back to that hollowed out shell of a person curled up by the botanical garden sheds. “…I wouldn’t…like that.”
Jamil sighs. “It’s not like I would have much room to judge.”
“I guess not.” Lou’s fingers idly wipe at the building condensation of her glass, her brows knit together in doubt. “You were right. I didn’t like that the headmage was expecting me to go back to normal business with Grim in recovery. But what really set me off was the fact that…he said—he called me ‘brave.’” Her grip tightens, making the water slosh around.
“Brave?”
“We—I—” Lou moves to lean against the back of one of the dining room chairs. “—You all know I’m…not anything like that…Isn’t it tiring to hear the headmage say things like that?”
Jamil stares at her, arms crossed. She stares back helplessly, unsure of herself now that he’s gone silent.
“Pff—Seriously?”
“Hey…!”
“Of all empty compliments the headmage spouts—”
“I knew you wouldn’t get it—” Lou’s expression scrunches up and she storms over to the sink to dump out her water when Jamil catches her wrist, stunning her. Easily allowing him to pluck out the glass and set it beside his.
“It’s silly, but it isn’t stupid. Did you really think I wouldn’t understand that kind of feeling?”
“…I thought you’d find it stupid that I’d cry over it…”
“Like I said, it isn’t stupid.” He catches the grin about to form on his lips, and lets go of Lou. “Ahem. What I meant to ask was—”
From this distance—or lack of, rather—Jamil sees her facade crumble away once more. Dark brown eyes glazed with unshed tears, the mortified flush on her features, her stubbornly trying and failing to keep her lips from trembling.
(The sight is painfully familiar to him. Maybe that was him once upon a time, until he learned to box up his heart.)
“What?” Lou asks, voice watery. A tear rolls down her cheek.
“…Will you tell me about what happened with—back at the gardens?” he asks in a soft voice.
The slow realization blooms across her expression, that he was listening despite responding with teasing jabs. “…I told him the same thing and he didn’t mince words.” She pauses—recalls the scene and Jamil sees her pain. More tears streak down her face and before he realizes, Jamil’s thumb swipes gently across the curve of her cheek.
“I can only imagine.” More than the ice and blot, what Jamil remembered the most from Tartarus was the burn of humiliation, of knowing that he’d been seen through.
“…he was right, I can only blame myself for…y'know.”
(Funny how they were so different, but all too similar when it comes to sharing this pain. Of staying in places that they didn’t want to be in. Of letting themselves be downtrodden ’til they lashed out.)
“Nothing but the harsh truth, huh?” His hand doesn’t leave her cheek.
“…stop babying me…” And Lou leans into Jamil’s palm, letting her sadness bleed out.
He draws her against his shoulder, gives her one more place to hide before breaking completely. “It isn’t babying. This is—” What one does when they care for you. “—sharing in your burden.”
Lou breaks“No…it’s—it’s too stupid to be a burden. I’m not brave, I’m a stupid coward who can barely take care of herself. It should’ve been me not Grim—”
Jamil wants to say that she’s both. That courage doesn’t exist without fear, that she persisted in spite of that all. He wants to say that he can shoulder her pain the same way she would for seven strangers who overblotted. He knows what it’s like to tread the line of doing something that would get one burned rather than appreciated. To yearn endlessly for acknowledgement in a place that will never bestow it upon you. To feel the sting of getting what you wanted too little, too late.
Maybe it’s selfish to think of his own past. It’s definitely selfish to feel relieved that Lou is doing well compared to Grim.
Instead Jamil lets her cry herself dry. Rubs a soothing palm against her back as her breathing steadies before evening out. The silence between them is warm. The front of his hoodie is damp, and it won’t be the last time that it gets drenched like this. But this will be one of the last times that Lou had to fall apart on her own.
tagging: @viperwhispered @scint1llat3 @bibi-cha @moonyasnow (if anyone’s interested in being tagged for yuusona shenanigans, lmk throughda replies!)
✨ New Years Resolution: Put Jamil Viper in more situations. ✨
So uh. Hi.
I’m currently working on an AU fic and it’s Jamil x Malleus. So yeah here’s another rare ass ship that only 4 people ship. I won’t apologize for feeding myself.
The AU I’m working on is basically Jamil is a nurse in a behavioral hospital tasked with taking care of a mysterious patient named Malleus Draconia who shows up and claims he is the “Fae Prince Briar Valley” and is currently under a curse rendering him a powerless human. Jamil slowly starts to believe this…and it gets weird and creepy because I’m writing it.
But it’s also kinda really soft and sweet.
Their dynamic is so fun to play with. It’s different. :)
So I just doodled them regularly here but I do have some doodles of the actual AU but I wanna actually post the fic first. I’m about 10+ chapters in writing and I might post soon buuut I duunno yet.
Hints in the game about characters' personal fashion: Jamil
Summary:
・Does not often wear silver
・Is not used to wearing “fancy attire”
・Owns a jacket purchased in the Fairest City
Jamil says that “silver” is not a color he chooses much on his own, and that he is looking to find a good-quality leather jacket.
He also says that he is not used to wearing “fancy attire,” and his personal wardrobe might be more casual: he says that he is impressed by his Tapis Rouge outfit but does not know when he’ll have the chance to actually wear it, and he prefers his “usual” clothes to the formal look of Firelit Sky, which he wears as a part of his role as servant to the Asim family.
We have seen multiple examples of Jamil’s eye for quality, possibly due to his position as Kalim’s servant, and he purchases a “high-quality” jacket for 50,000 madol (500 thaumarks) during Tapis Rouge, which he describes as having pockets and lining in a “casual design.”
Vil compliments Jamil on having a good eye and Jamil explains, “Fabrics and textiles are major industries in Scalding Sands, so I’m pretty familiar. And I’ve been around a lot of luxury goods.”
Jamil recognizes the curtains at Luxe during Tapis Rouge as “vintage, to be sure. Handwoven using traditional techniques. I can only imagine how long they took to make.”
i recently realized that since jamil has his birthday immediately when the story begins in september, he really had that whole party (like that one in the first bday series) and went “anyways gonna kill my boss”
You guys are multiplying lol
I will keep updating answers in tumblr, as for other platforms I think I will stack post all the answers once I clear all of the asks
And congrats on unlocking a new reaction by mentioning the keyword pretty/gorgeous/beautiful/attractive. Planning on coloring this someday after this week
