#and on jamil's birthday too

[justanotherfanfolks]

I find it funny that in the platinum jacket cards so far, everyone’s face looks like this:

And then there's Rook.

[silversparkz]

they got into a fight this morning...

[oya-oya-okay]

I decided to do a kind of challenge!~💕💕 I don't know if anyone will do it, but WW

• The cards you received very early (NO MORE THAN 10 PULLS or more if it was the earliest you had)

• The cards you received after spending 100 pulls

• When you received more than 1 SSR at once

• The cards that made you cry because you couldn't get them in the end (refused to receive them because of another card or just didn't get it)

[traumxrei-archive]

【 when the world stopped for you 】

summary: it's jamil viper's birthday and he isn't too enthused...until the prefect waltzes into his room, promising surprise and a magic carpet ride. and who was jamil to refuse such an offer?

author's note: welcome to my homage to jamil viper ! i did want to write a character study type of fic, but i thought he deserved some fluffy comfort for his birthday, so here it is, refreshingly late >:DD i hope you enjoy the fic ^^

characters: jamil viper x gn!prefect

word count: 2.5k

tags: happy birthday jamil viper !!, he's done w/ the prefect, but is he really if he likes them ?, they take a magic carpet ride "a whole new world style" (jamil is jasmine and prefect is aladdin lmao)

[ or read it on ao3 ! ]

Birthdays weren't something that Jamil celebrated. The memories of birthdays from his childhood were of his sister's small hands shaking him awake. The lamplight illuminating the kunafa his parents made, singing hushed songs before the work day started.

He would end up having one bite of the kunafa before rushing off to wake up Kalim for his morning lessons. The white-haired boy always had some magnificent gift waiting for him, which he always respectfully declined, no matter how much he wanted it. Because he was taught that 'it isn't polite to accept grand gifts from your master.'

Living in the Al-Asim household for so long, he had seen his fair share of birthday parties and banquets. It happened often each year, with each of Kalim's many siblings having their own parties every birthday. Even Kalim himself was known for hosting one of the most extravagant and beautiful parties for his birthdays back in Scalding Sands.

So it was to his surprise that he was the one getting the "birthday banquet" treatment at NRC. He knew how this went down. You get an outfit and a party after school was over. That was what happened last year. Yet he still couldn't get used to all the hustle and bustle.

Jamil stared at his own birthday outfit bitterly, the failures and mistakes of his second year stinging like a phantom wound. Certainly this was enough celebration. He already got enough birthday greetings to fill a jar, and he didn't even have to make breakfast. He didn't need a party on top of that.

Nonetheless, Jamil dutifully put on the suit, feeling the slide of cool fabric against his skin. Even if he didn't like the ritual, NRC had good taste in fabrics at least.

He had just slipped on the bolo tie when his door slipped open. He frowned, turning, "I thought I said no enteri–"

He froze when he saw the person standing at the door. Grinning widely, the Prefect waved, "Hey, birthday boy!"

Jamil winced, "Spare me, please."

"But I haven't seen you all day, senpai, and plus," They closed the door behind him before flopping next to his desk. "It is your birthday."

He rolled his eyes lightly as he fastened the rosette on his clothes, "It's not like I'm having the time of my life here."

"Right," They drawled, picking up one of the stray books on his table. "You're the type that hates when attention is all on you, huh?"

He stared at them pointedly before they laughed, "C'mon, at least appreciate all their efforts! They're kicking up quite the storm out there for your birthday."

Jamil stopped his movements, "Please tell me there aren't any animals."

"There are no animals."

"Prefect. Lying isn't good for you."

"Well, maybe I saw just one parrot–"

"That Kalim–"

They clapped, "Well, before you storm out, I have a proposal that I think you'd be interested in."

"A proposal?" Jamil huffed. "What, are you going to magically somehow make the party go away?"

There was a rustling sound that sounded awfully loud in the brief silence of the room. Jamil did a slow turn, seeing Kalim's carpet fluttering right next to the Prefect. There was a cheeky smile on their face as the looked at him.

"No."

"But I haven't even said anything yet!"

"Wait," Jamil held up a hand, effectively stopping their on-coming speech. "How did you even get to that? I thought I locked up it in the treasury."

"You see," They started, standing up to let the carpet wrap around them like a shawl. "I feel like Tassel has a sensor or something. It likes me quite a lot so it came to greet me when I was sneak— I mean, walking around."

"Tassel?" Jamil asked, watching as one of the carpet's corners shook in recognition. "You named the carpet?"

"Hey, Kalim liked the name," They pursed their lips as if offended. "Besides, the important part is that it likes the name. Now let's go already, or else it'll be too late."

"Late for what?" Jamil paid them no mind, instead reaching for his magic pen.

Which...wasn't there.

He let out a deep sigh, turning to see the Prefect dangling the pen from their grasp. He knew that they would go to great lengths to get things their way, using any trick that they could, yet...

"I guess Ruggie's lessons are working huh," They preened lightly at their achievement. "You didn't notice a thing!"

"That really isn't something to be proud of," He stood, approaching them. Well, it wasn't like he said 'no' in the first place. "So, where are we going?"

"Really? You're coming?"

Jamil looked away from that starry-eyed look of theirs, "Quickly now. Or would you like me to change my mind?" Now that got them moving, dragging Tassel into a prone position before helming the carpet.

"Before you ask, I got lessons from Kalim for this," They chimed in, patting the space right next to them. "So don't make this all for nothing." Jamil climbed on, reluctantly holding on to the flying carpet's edge.

With a few encouraging whispers to the carpet, the two set off into the darkening sky. The breeze that kissed his skin felt almost cool, heralded by the sun's dying light. And he couldn't take his eyes off the horizon.

"Hey, no looking!" They scolded over their shoulder. "It's no fun if you ruin the surprise!"

"Alright, alright," Jamil closed his eyes, holding on to the Prefect's shirt for purchase. "No need to yell." They really were something, asking him to ride blind on a magic carpet.

"You know, I feel like the thief from that story that Kalim told me about before," Their voice was closer, like they were sitting next to him." What did he say again? Ahem, 'Tell me, princess, when did you last let your heart decide'?"

"You're calling me the princess?" Jamil asked after a beat, confusing even himself when he indulged in their ramblings.

"I mean, I am playing the role of the thief, so naturally you're the princess," They snickered slightly. "Would you like me to serenade you too?"

If his eyes were open, he would've rolled them by now, "Just focus on getting us wherever we're going in one piece." And that was that, until Jamil felt their hand settle over his eyes as they came to a halt.

"Okay, ready?" They said, sounding like they were behind him now. "Take a step down, I'll guide you." Jamil could feel the heat of their hand at the small of his back, gently directing him as he took steps blindly on the sand.

"If sand ends up getting in my hair or this suit," He said in a warning tone. "You're going to be cleaning the Scarabia kitchens for a while."

"Yeah, yeah," They snorted; as if the possibility had never crossed their mind. "Just focus on walking, we're really close." The wind once again teased at his hair, ruffling the stiff folds of his suit jacket. He couldn't help but listen to the steady sound of their breathing, focusing on that and the yield of the sand underneath him.

And then he could see again.

His eyelashes fluttered as his world was set aglow once more, the sun's last rays clawing across the desert in a magnificent display. All above, the night sky desperately bled its colors into the day, as the night always yearns to be with its counterpart. At least that was what those fairytales told him. And now, he couldn't help but believe in it. He watched, entranced as the sun was swallowed by the horizon line, and as the moon rose, barely missing its counterpart by just a few seconds.

While the moment felt short to him, Jamil didn't know how long he stood there. He turned around, trying to find the shining shams to his muted qamar, and—

There they were.

Their face radiated with happiness, a delighted smile directed right at him. And just like how the sun's rays reflected off the moon, Jamil couldn't help but mirror it with his own smaller smile.

"Did you like my gift?" The words were spoken so softly that Jamil was sure it was the winds that carried them over to him; over the arm's length of space that valleyed between them.

"Wasn't it more like nature's gift to me?" Jamil couldn't help but feel the lightness in his shoulders as he bridged the gap, teasing on the tip of his tongue as he grinned.

"Hey, if I didn't convince you then you wouldn't have seen it!" They turned, and he followed entranced as they walked over the top of the sand dune. "You should give credit where credit's due." The last of the sun's light bathed them in petal red, making Jamil's heart beat harder against his ribcage as he realized that, oh. They were really that important to him all along.

"Let's go back to Tassel befo—"

The sand beneath them gave way, pitching their body over the edge of the dune. And Jamil lunged forward, his body crashing right into theirs and sending them both tumbling down the dune. He winced, drawing them closer to him as they kept falling at gravity's mercy, before finally slowing down to a slide.

A beat of silence spanned between them, punctuated by labored breathing.

"Jamil? Y-you good?" They coughed from where they were, still squished against his chest. He let go instantly feeling his face flame at their closeness.

"I'm...fine," Jamil groaned as pushed himself up on his elbows. They sat on their haunches, still halfway on his lap as they stared at him. His voice turned flat, "And you got sand in my hair. You got sand everywhere."

They laughed hysterically at that, throwing their head back, "Oh, man, I was thinking that maybe the roles got reversed, and you turned into the thief for a second, but...guess you're still the princess."

"This isn't funny," Jamil said, yet he felt the corners of his lips twitch into a smile. "I have a party to go to in a bit." He made no move to get up, finding the warmth of them comforting in the nighttime dessert.

"Well, isn't this celebration enough?" They asked, settling into a more comfortable position— now sitting on the sand, their legs monopolizing the space between his own as they faced him. "We've been celebrating you this whole time, after all."

His pulse jumped, "Since...since when have we been celebrating me?"

"Since I came to your room. The carpet ride, the sunset, walking up the sand dune, and even falling down the sand dune—while unplanned— it was all for you," They returned his stare unabashed. "Me being right here, right now...it's for you, senpai."

"...Thank you," The words were spoken in quiet, and this time the wind carried his words instead of theirs. It stirred up his loose hair and he couldn't care less at that moment. He had never seen such an earnest attempt at celebrating his birthday as the one that they had sprung on him.

"Hey, senpai..." They leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially. "Could I give you another present...?"

His gaze dropped instantly to their lips and he knew he was fucked. Oh Sevens. Oh Sevens, Jamil was absolutely ruined. He wanted to kiss them. He wanted them to give him a kiss. That was not good. He closed his eyes instantly when they leaned in a bit more. That was until he felt the press of something against his cheek.

His eyes flew open and he could see something that looked like a....snake plush right in front of his face. A snake plush. A plush. You had to be— 

A shaky laugh tumbled out of his lips, "P-Prefect, I-I'm not...five."

"Hey, I thought it was perfect since it looks like you," They pulled the doll back making it nod. "Look, Little Viper, say hi to your predecessor."

"Did you just call that 'Little Viper'?" He stifled the fondness swelling in his chest even if the words weren't directed at him. Was it possible to feel envy for an inanimate object? Jamil really must've been going crazy.

"Would you rather I call it 'senpai' instead?" They were kidding, but Jamil was almost tempted to say 'yes'. Instead he took the plush from them, turning it in his palm. Okay, maybe it looked just a little bit like him. But he definitely wasn't going to admit it out loud.

"Now, let's get back before Kalim freaks out about you being gone," They held out a hand which Jamil immediately took. Tassel seemed to be floating just ahead of them, as if it was waiting for them to finish talking this whole time.

"And will you take responsibility for the sand?" He tugged at their entwined hands, drawing them just a little closer.

They blinked at him owlishly; strangely flustered, "Y-you mean the kitchen deal...right?" Sevens, what would happen if he leaned in and kissed them right then and the—

He patted their head, heat singing his neck once more, "Yes, I do. Now give me back my pen. I would like to maintain my reputation, at least amongst the other dorm members." They uncharacteristically handed him back the pen with no further gripes; something he attributed to their fluster earlier. He made quick work of the sand; the spell coming to him easily after years of practice, leaving them sand free in no time. He joined them on the carpet once more after fixing up his hair.

This time, he sat behind them, resting his chin against their shoulder as they drove. It was warmer that way, he decided to tell himself, trying not to notice how stiff the Prefect's shoulders were. Maybe he wasn't the only one who was...struggling with their feelings.

"Hey, Prefect," Jamil murmured lowly, his lips close enough to brush their ear. "Could I make a request?"

They flinched slightly before relaxing once more, "Mm? F-for your birthday?"

He clenched his fist as he spoke again, "In the future, I... Would it be okay if I..."

"I-If you...?" They asked, and Jamil could almost feel the quickening thud of their heart pressed against his front.

"Come with me on a trip in the future," Jamil decided. "I'll make sure you have fun." He settled for something simple. It would be too hard to voice those complicated feelings with careless words. And there would always be next time.

"Yes," They said quickly before letting out a short breath. "I mean. I would love to. As long as I don't have to save up too many thaumarks to go."

"It's a promise, sukkar," Jamil secretly smiled, hoping that they couldn't feel it from where he was leaning against their shoulder.

Maybe birthdays celebrated were not a waste of time. Maybe it was worth making a fanfare over for once. Maybe going on outlandish carpet rides with someone that makes his heart feel alive was exactly the way to celebrate those days. Maybe this was the way he wanted to celebrate his birthdays from now on.

All that he knew was that he would enjoy this moment while it lasted; before he was thrown into the party that would be thrown for him. And besides, if he needed a little break then...what was stopping him from stealing into the night with them once again?

tysm for reading ! i hope you enjoyed the fluff ^^ if you'd like to check out more jamil viper works, or otherwise, here's my masterlist :D

[ tiny factoids / translations for the fic !! ]

kunafa is a dessert that's made in many arab countries ! the dessert is comprised of a crispy layer of shredded pastry moulded around a cheese or cream filling. it's usually served straight from the oven with a healthy drizzle of sugar syrup :D writing this is making me want to eat it...but here's a link to a kunafa recipe for the curiouser !

qamar / shams : these two words mean 'moon' and 'sun' respectively in arabic. and as for the tale of the moon and the sun being lovers...it was a story that i heard when i was younger though i'm not sure of its origin (i'd love to know if someone does know ^^ drop by my ask box !!)

sukkar : haha. yeah, this basically means 'sugar' in arabic. it's jamil flirting with the prefect. arabic endearments are just 10x more romantic to me, especially from jamil <33

[squishosaur]

smooches for the birthday boy!!

[lunerna21]

I’ve been kinda disappointed in the content released lately for both servers but THEY RELEASED CONTENT FOR JPN SERVER AND IM SO STOKED FOR IT!

🥀***SPOILERS FOR JPN SERVER CONTENT***🥀

FINALLY SOME GOOD ASS CONTENT!!

WE GET MORE HOMETOWN EVENTS WITH VIL (SSR) AND HE HAS JAMIL (SR), AZUL (SR) AND ACE (R) TOO!? SIGN ME UP I CANT WAIT TO SEE ANOTHER HOMETOWN!

And we wrap it up this upcoming month with the Master chef/Culinary Crucible with Azul and ortho!? OKAY!!

And im sure all the fans are looking forward to Leona’s club wear! YAASSSSS!!!

I’m so happy we’re back with new content 😭❤️

[sketch-guardian]

Guess who stayed up until 3 AM to finish a sketch that was supposed to be a gift to be delivered on 26/6?🙂....I really hate my slowness🤦🏻anyway-

Here's a drawing of Clover and Jamil sharing a touching moment right after his Overblot🍁❤🐍(with his hair down as a bonus-) according to my dear awkward noodle friend's headcanon about how their meeting went of course😌I tried to reproduce how I imagined the scenario🤔 reworking it a bit to include Clover's unique magic (?)🤷🏻(the background sucks, I know-)

Still, I hope you like it and happy birthday again, even if a bit late Koni🙈☺💜🎉 also I added some close ups, because I wasn't very satisfied with the resolution from afar😖 @hyper-super-clover

(While here are some highlights):

(P.S.: I doubt anyone would care, but I've finally finished my exams🎉✨ so in this period I should be more active both to reply to asks and to draw💖the next post should be on the familiars of RAD classmates and I hope to finish the sketch soon🙈🤞🏻)

[nonokoko-draws]

I have realized something hilarious

Not the poorest and richest students having the same initials XD

[azulsluver]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 9/12 (jamil viper)

tw. yandere, stockholm syndrome, implied imprisonment, NTR-ish, slight angst(?), suggestive at the end.

Minor at writing !! Read at your own record

                           blow out his candles.

You were a secret. Locked deep and away from the public eye, not a glance of sympathy towards your way. Belonging under the Al-Asim’s name, no one can say what was wrong or right, nor can they understand what truly occurs behind closed doors.

For years you’ve gain access to half of the palaces rooms, a luxury on your behalf for good behavior. Overhearing on Kalim’s and Jamil’s conversation about his future birthday, bringing guests from outside of the Scolding Sands as a celebration, Kalim was sure doing the most of it. You got used to hearing rumors around the palace, hiding behind shadowed areas to listen in on events and the newest gossips flying around. Yet no one has mentioned you. You’re name is a curse around these lands, only can the one rightfully owned much as whisper your name in the night.

Kalim had felt it was time for you to see the outside once again, no more staying in a glass room to watch over the stars. Jamil’s birthday gift, Kalim said he wanted whats best for his best friend and whats a better gift than having your lover at your side. Caressing your check affectionately as you hum at the idea, you don’t think you have to worry about your identity or why you were there. Just being at Jamil’s side sounded wonderful.

On the day of Jamil’s birthday he was ordered to not serve Kalim until the very next day. Being served a hearty meal and lavished in the finest of scented flowers in your personal tub. It felt as if it was your birthday instead, nothing special about being pampered but you were indeed grateful. You haven’t seen Jamil since morning, sadden a little by the fact he didn’t want to spend any time with you before leaving to do “business”. Looking past the negative feelings, you help Kalim with party preparations even though you sat next with him and gave an up or thumbs down on suggestions being shown. It was nice for once, being involved and getting to see more people besides Kalim and Jamil, you just hope no one gave you any funny looks. A small fire of insecurity would set off every once and a while as men and women from different regions come and celebrate. Showing just how many friends Jamil has made over the years as you were locked away.

Anxiously waiting for Jamil to return, you try to enjoy yourself with the new founding reward, the music and people dancing has you clapping your hands joyously. Kalim is glad you’re distracted by the fact Jamil had randomly left on his big day, trying all he can to make sure plans go as smooth. That is if fate had laughed at him, the doors swung open to reveal a man and woman. One clinging onto the other. That other whom you swore to belong.

You raise your eyes in surprise at the sight before you,  nails digging into your palms nervously. Kalim quickly sat up and ran towards Jamil, supporting the limping woman as servants swarmed the three, the music stopped long ago.

You’re not sure if this officially ruins Jamil’s birthday surprise, pacing back and forth in your room agitated. The sound of gold jewels echo the empty room as you stand by the door, Jamil had ordered you to stay in the room until he came back. His apology unknown. Jamil wouldn’t do anything to harm you! You’ve been so good so there was no reason for you to be treated badly, you just wish he would explain where and why he left and unsuspectingly come back with stranger—a woman even! Dread fills your stressed out mind, thoughts of being thrown away now that Jamil and Kalim had found someone better, or have they considered on having a public relationship for the people. They do expect Kalim to marry.

The door isn’t locked, you place your hand on the doorknob before giving it a turn. The lights still shone in the palace, no one has gone to sleep yet the hallways are empty. Closing the door behind you and ignoring the screams of your brain telling you to turn back and follow Jamil’s command, yet you let curiosity get the better of you. Fearing the consequences, you still move forward and explore the palace more, wondering if you were Jamil where would he be now. And you think you know. 

No, you know. Guests are always welcomed in the house of Al-Asim.

Footsteps as light as a feather, you take another sharp turn to a empty hallway. However your jewelry makes little shimmering noises, pleasant to the ears if you walk carefully enough. Filled with a sense of determination you suddenly slow your steps—a small cry stops you in your track. Hiccups and small noises of whimpers frazzle your already fragile state. You quickly hide behind a large vase, standing in place to further hear the conversation.

“Thank you so much mister Viper, I’m in your debt if needed! Please what can I do to make it up?” You weren’t sure if you recognized the voice, perhaps a new servant? If so, what business did she had with Jamil, you’ll just have to look further. 

“You having nothing useful to give me, it’s best you rest for now. I’ll speak with your supervisor later.” So Jamil did have business to attend but for what reason? You want to know who the lady was, and just what was her purpose is here.

A small grunt catches your attention once more and in a instant you poke your head from behind the wall to see what conflicted the noise. You sometimes wish you didn’t.

The woman that you saw earlier is leaning against Jamil by the door, body closely pressed towards him. Her face is puffy and red, tear streaks visible on her cheeks. Biting your tongue harshly at her hand placements, both holding onto Jamil’s shirt as she stares at him in awe. “Why not give in what they want? I’ve had my eye on you for a while, but either way I’m grateful for what you’ve done! It wouldn’t hurt to...give you a birthday gift perhaps?”

You cover your mouth as an attempt to not let out the noise of discomfort, swallowing your pity cries. Jamil wouldn’t give in so easily would he? You didn’t want to believe it, not when her face inches closer towards him, not when he made no effort into stopping her! With no self control you bite your hand, hard. You can’t stop looking, not when their lips meet.

He’s looking at you. The lady falls limp but is quickly caught in Jamil’s arms, you stay frozen in place. You’re so overwhelmed, sweat and tears pricked your skin and making you feel sticky and sick. You wanted to vomit at the memory of the kiss, his lips won’t be the same, so how many others have Jamil kissed? 

“What did I say.”

You flinch in the seriousness of his tone, cowering down as you muster up the courage to respond.

“You came back late. I was worried something terrible happened..” Would he take your word to truth, stating how you care for his well being to get off just by a nick. Any spare of mercy would be kind. “Did you see?” Your eyes look towards the ground.

Shame fills your very core as Jamil opens the guest room door, you refuse to do anything until said. A good five minutes later, Jamil closes the door behind him with a lock--his attention now on you. Would you then finally look up at him, his fingers lifting your chin to meet his gaze; sharp and cold as usual, but they hold an odd glint you were too afraid to admit. 

“Did Kalim make you wear these?” He holds a piece of your attached jewelry, twirling it in the light. You give a forced yes before bunching up your silken pants that were decorated in the richest of red dye. You want to ask him questions, thirst unfulfilled by the lack of answers. But Jamil seems more interest in inspecting you closer.

He brought his face closer to your head, smelling the scented flowers and a tint of vanilla left on your skin. Jamil inspects you further by tilting your head sideways, having more access to your neck and collarbone. “Jamil! Not here-” He shushes you instantly, going back to feeling the sides of your hips before rubbing himself on you. Jamil was never this touchy before, like a affectionate kitten rubbing off the hand it pleases.

You shut your eyes when a long muscle slides across your to your neck and cheek, wet and sloppy kisses planted on your chest as well. You’re pushed into a wall and forced to feel the need of Jamil’s love, proving this time, how much he missed you. “I need to get rid of her scent. I need this.” Jamil breathlessly whispers in your ear, bringing the tips of your ears to heat up. You can’t protest nor say anything else, distracted with the way his hands slide underneath your shirt, feeling you up until your body can feel just as him. 

He knows you crave him, the sad look in your eyes when he kissed another woman. Groaning into your ear as he leaves suckles of his love on your neck, you yelp in surprise at the feeling of his leg pushed between your thighs. Rubbing you up and down until your mewling for him to continue, praise him for making you feel so good. Even if the touch was making you feel hot and bothered, you still remember the kiss. Eyes grazing at his lips awkwardly, a tang of jealously settles within. You jolt when his hand slides down your pants, coming back to reality and remembering you two were still in the hallways; anyone could walk in any moment. Sucking in a deep breath you look back up at Jamil to once more protest.

“Not here Jamil, someone could find us!” His lips smashes against yours, teeth and tongue mangling each other until the other tapped out for air. He leaves a trail of drool behind before hoisting your leg up to his waist, now above the ground and strayed on the wall by his hold. His thumb wipes the remaining mess off your face, you shiver at the sight of his eyes. As if hearts danced in them.

“Let them enjoy the show.”

[cerealmonster15]

Jamil is so funny anytime someone mentions octavinelle on purpose. He doesn’t even hide his distaste, he’s just immediately blatantly like 😒ew. why. 😒

[lilias300yearhusband]

HRHDJEJD HELP THERES A ROLLO SSR COMING OUT??? IM LITERALLY NEVER FUCKING PULLING AGAIN I WILL GET THAT MAN WHEN HE COMES. WE FUCKING WON YALL

[bloodiegawz]

jade: i have a question.

jamil: [deep, heavy sigh, apprehensive and fearing for the future] alright, shoot.

jade: i've heard that there's a human condition that causes the victim to smell burnt toast? what is that?

jamil: oh, that's called a stroke. it-

jade: stroke my balls

[0idontgetsleep0]

Kalim: Yuu, the big question is: does he like you? Because if he doesn’t like you, this is all a moo point.

Yuu: a moo point?

Kalim: you know. Like a cow’s opinion. It doesn’t matter. It’s moo.

Yuu, turning to Jamil: have I known him too long, or did all that just make sense?

[justanotherfanfolks]

Once theorized on what the Tsumsted Wonderland 3 Duos could be, but now that we confirmation on who the SRs actually are:

[kierawaffles]

i know this gacha is here to tempt me to pull instead of saving but.... i did it anyways

first pull was disappointing but the SECOND one......

i got two SSRs, and most importantly i got vil's which was the one i wanted

now i have all of his cards lol

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

something i noticed

A while back, I wrote this analysis reviewing how unfair the magic education system is in Twisted Wonderland. I would recommend reading that before this post, as it provides tons of context for what I’m about to talk about and add onto the discussion.

In 2-6 of the Tapis Rouge event, Vil has stylists from Luxe, a high end fashion brand, dress up Azul, Jamil, and Ace to be a part of his red carpet entourage. Once the boys come out in their new threads and makeup, Jamil and Azul, two individuals who are meticulous about details, provide some telling commentary.

According to those two, the team of stylists that helped them were mages. Azul further remarks that they were quite skilled mages and that having this kind of talent indicates a “first class brand store”. Their hair and makeup is also suggested to be done via magic, though this service is not normally performed for customers. Previously, we knew that skincare can be infused with magic (Vil does so with his own) and that magic can be used to style one’s hair (Jamil tells us in his Birthday Boy vignettes that he does his intricate hair with magic and used to take far longer with it when he lacked the precision). Idia states in book 6 that Jamil had no formal magic training before NRC, so that means Jamil was self-taught in his hair-handling magic.

… Okay but 😭 WHAT DOES THIS IMPLY ABOUT MAGIC AND CLASS??? Is it just a coincidence that the teams of stylists who staff a high class store are ALL mages? Surely not, given how uncommon mages are in the general population. The store (or maybe the brand itself?) must be going out of its way to hire them because I guess being dressed with magic is a more “luxurious” experience than the normal way. We can also guess from Azul and Jamil’s accounts that the degree of magic these staffers use requires significant skill and precision, which either means they need formal instruction or lots of practice on their own. Neither option is afforded to people with naturally low or no magic reserves at all 💀 meaning jobs like this are gated to mages only.

Now, this doesn’t inherently mean the rich and famous people who frequent these stores are also all mages (Kalim’s dad and Vil’s dad are two non-mages who are extremely wealthy and influential); the majority of them must still be regular people since humans seem to be the majority, and 90% of humans are non-mages. It also doesn’t guarantee that the Luxe stylists are paid more than a non-Luxe stylist (although I do think this is possible for a prestige brand, especially if we factor in commissions on sales).

What’s sticking out to me here is that there exists an association between magic and luxury. The reverse also appears to have some truth based on what little other lore we have; Ruggie states that there are not a lot of mages from his hometown, which could imply a history of non-mages being driven into poorer communities. It all fits together a little too well to seem coincidental… but obviously, Ruggie’s hometown is just one place and could be an outlier rather than the exemplar. We know that most non-mages must live an average lifestyle, not the extremes that Ruggie has experienced. Still, the claim that magic is typically associated with the upper class holds and it continues to be perpetuated in the lore.

Anyway, Fellow and Rollo were right—