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Your psychological analyses are so cool to read! Normally I'd skip something like that but it caught my eye since you're in the profession and I'm more receptive to that (It doesn't help that I have the same opinion as your conclusions and while people can think what they want....it's satisfying to feel like you're right and have proof lol).

Would you consider doing an analysis on Jamil sometime? He's my fave and I'd like to understand his mind a bit better. And maybe you could make an educated guess on what he'll do in the future (like will he continue staying a servant, will he break free from it, will he keep contact with Kalim? I'd love to see him break away from servitude but still work for Kalim in a good position, like how Jafar was for the Sultan)?

Jamil Viper: A Psychological Analysis

Disclaimer: Although this post is written by a professional psychologist, it is not intended to serve as a formal diagnosis. Rather, it is a character analysis of Jamil Viper, created out of personal interest and passion for world-building. In psychological practice, accurate assessment should never be based solely on external observation.

Author Notes (edited): Hello! First of all, thank you so much for being so sweet - you're all incredibly kind, and I really appreciate the support. I just want to clarify a few things: Jamil’s analysis was especially challenging because his canon material differs between the Japanese version and the official English translation. So, I decided to stick with the fan-made translation of the original game. That said, his character is quite difficult to diagnose, it was a pain to write that </3. I just want to also clarify something: Jamil’s situation wasn’t one of ownership or slavery. There’s an important distinction between being a slave and being a servant, and I believe his case falls into the latter. That said, it's still a form of systemic abuse. Also, it’s important to recognize that his parents played a significant role in shaping who he is. Their influence likely contributed just as much to his personality and emotional responses as his role within the Asim household.

Jamil Viper is introduced as a dutiful student of the Scarabia dormitory and vice housewarden under Kalim Al-Asim. Jamil is the son of the Viper family, which has served the Al-Asim household for generations. From childhood he was raised explicitly as Kalim’s attendant, trained never to outshine or disobey his master. In practice this means Jamil maintains an outwardly modest and compliant persona: he avoids drawing attention to himself and consistently downplays his own abilities (as he notes in flashbacks, he “could never surpass Kalim” and would “pretend to be incompetent” whenever they played together). Narratively, Jamil initially appears as a loyal, if somewhat reserved, companion to Kalim, however, in the story’s fourth book (Schemer of the Scalding Sands) his long-suppressed resentment bursts forth: he concedes he plotted for years to unseat Kalim and publicly betrays him. In summary, canon portrays Jamil as a complex character shaped by his birthright - ostensibly a humble guard and confidant, but one whose hidden ambition and bitterness drive a dramatic reversal in Book 4.

Personality and Coping Mechanisms

Psychologically, Jamil exemplifies a blend of traits that reflect his upbringing. On the Big Five dimensions, he appears highly conscientious (dutiful, disciplined, tradition-bound) and relatively neurotic (internally anxious and resentful). For example, he meticulously plans his schemes and strictly adheres to social protocol, yet he harbors deep anger and frustration beneath the surface. He is neither overly extroverted nor warmly amicable; rather, he is soft-spoken and measured in public, which can be interpreted as moderate agreeableness mixed with a hidden competitiveness. Openly he defers to Kalim and maintains cordiality, but privately he covets recognition for himself. This duality may reflect Freudian dynamics: Jamil’s superego (internalized duty and family honor) conflicts sharply with his id impulses (rage and ambition).

Psychodynamically, Jamil’s behavior fits with classic defense mechanisms: repression of anger and frustration, and reaction formation. By unconsciously blocking (repressing) unacceptable impulses, he avoids direct confrontation. His loyalty and conscientiousness can be seen as a covert expression of anger, where he over-compensates with dutiful service (a form of reaction formation). Anna Freud’s definition notes that such defenses are “unconscious resources” the ego uses to reduce internal conflict. For example, Jamil may sublimate his anger into work and organization; by exerting rigid control over his duties he gains a sense of agency in an otherwise powerless role. Cognitively, he likely maintains schemas (core beliefs) of inferiority and duty, which shape his interpretation of events. When Kalim’s behavior upsets him, Jamil might use rationalization or justification to cope (e.g. reminding himself it’s his duty). In short, psychological theory suggests Jamil copes by erecting internal barriers and strictly controlling his outer world, keeping his true feelings buried beneath a calm facade.

A Life of Servitude: Trauma and Its Effects

Jamil’s upbringing meets the definition of chronic childhood trauma. Generations of Vipers have effectively lived under a hereditary servitude contract to the Asim family, and Jamil himself has known no other life. In clinical terms, prolonged exposure to such inescapable stress in childhood (akin to slavery or trafficking) predisposes a person to complex PTSD (CPTSD). According to ICD-11, CPTSD arises from prolonged or repetitive trauma from which escape is impossible - explicitly, authoritative sources list slavery and childhood abuse as triggers for CPTSD. Symptoms of CPTSD include persistent negative self-concept, emotional dysregulation, and difficulties in relationships. Jamil’s behavior aligns with these: he often feels worthless or trapped by fate (a negative self-view), shows intense anger when pushed but must hold it in (emotion dysregulation), and struggles to form normal peer relationships outside duty.

Learned helplessness also describes Jamil’s condition. Psychologist Martin Seligman showed that when subjects endure repeated, uncontrollable aversive events, they eventually stop trying to change their situation. Jamil has been “subjected to Kalim’s carefree whims” for years with no real power to refuse; he may have learned that resistance is futile. Thus he often simply complies, suppressing his own needs (which is consistent with learned helplessness and with repression). Over time, this could internalize into chronic stress and depression. In sum, Jamil’s servitude is a form of developmental trauma: it likely imposed persistent stress hormones in youth, disrupted normal family roles, and taught him to expect lack of control. Psychological research shows such trauma can cause long-term changes in self-esteem and mood; for example, people with CPTSD often harbor deep shame and guilt over “failing” or “not doing enough”. In essence, his life resembles a cycle of trauma: he was never free to refuse tasks, learned helplessness made him passive, and the chronic abuse of status lowered his self-concept - all factors that theory links to complex trauma outcomes.

Manipulation

In the events of Book 4, Jamil’s darker side emerges as he actively manipulates others to achieve his goals. Canonically, he hypnotizes the protagonist and even classmates to remain in Scarabia and remove obstacles to his plans. Psychologically, these actions exemplify Machiavellianism. Machiavellianism is defined as a personality trait marked by cynicism, self-interest, and strategic manipulation of others. High Machs “lack empathy” and see others as means to an end. Jamil’s calculated use of magic to control peers aligns with this: he calmly bends others’ will without overt remorse, and he prioritizes his objectives above their autonomy. His demeanor during manipulation is unemotional and goal-oriented, much like the textbook “ruthless and self-centered willingness to exploit others” seen in high Machiavellians.

Possible Diagnosis

His chronic childhood trauma and internalization of servitude suggest complex PTSD (ICD-11). CPTSD is characterized by the core PTSD symptoms (re-experiencing, avoidance, hypervigilance) plus enduring disturbances in self-organization. In Jamil’s case, the prolonged nature of his servile life (listed as an example trauma in ICD-11) likely led to chronic negative self-concept and interpersonal difficulties. Thus an ICD-11 diagnosis of CPTSD (code 6B41) is plausible: he shows affect dysregulation (repressed anger that flares), shame and guilt, and persistent relational issues. Under DSM-5, these symptoms might partly map to PTSD or an unspecified trauma and stressor-related disorder, but CPTSD is a closer fit due to its long-term scope.

Personality-wise, Jamil exhibits subclinical dark traits. He demonstrates entitlement and exploitation (mirroring Cluster B narcissism), yet lacks grandiose flamboyance. He also shows hyper-conscientiousness about duty and order - features that could hint at Obsessive-Compulsive Personality tendencies - though his motivations are rooted more in fear and shame than mere rigidity. We can say Jamil’s profile aligns most closely with trauma-related disorder criteria and some personality disorder traits (notably narcissistic/dark traits).

In summary: Complex PTSD is the most fitting diagnostic framework, supplemented by subclinical narcissistic and Machiavellian traits, all rooted in long-term emotional trauma, identity suppression, and chronic stress from a life of servitude.

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“Okay I'll admit, that was really good."

"I'm glad you agree, Pet Semetery- the original version, is an absolute masterpiece of a movie with a 'fuck around you find out' plot. and as a horror movie it's... good"

You give Jamil a look, tongue wedged between your teeth, he quickly looks at the screen with a huff. You rolled your eyes at him as you quickly snatched up the cold remote on your thigh, grim's pervious resting place before he ran for the hills during the movie. You click the back button on the remote a few times, Jamil looking over when you started to grumble and whack the remote. You stopped for a moment to stare at the screen.

“Shit” you mumble, adjusting your comfortable position to a kneeling one.

Like you were born and raised in the circus you started contorting your body- specifically your arm as you wave around the remote.

Jamil clears his throat from the couch. "Just good? yeah right, you were about to go in a lecture style analysis. I know Vil is very into movies."

You switched hands, leaning away from jamil in search for a better angle. 

“Vil?” you hum without a thought, “He’d say there’s a time and place for watching movies: film club- especially if you want to go in depth about it.. We do talk about movies though. Sometimes” Jamil can make out bits and pieces of your mumbles, something about VIl and joining the club.  

The couch behind you shrugged, Jamil keeping attention on the screen. "Still, not a lot of people I know really enjoy horror films like this- besides.." He thinks for a moment, mindlessly naming the two names he knows:

Najma and Floyd... 

Yet there was a problem with both.

"Buttt" you edged on, already knowing what direction this was going in.

Jamil sighs, further spreading himself out on the couch as he continued watching you jump around. Just the thought of his beloved sister and rambunctious teammate exhausted him, added a weight to both his mind and shoulders when he should be here, relaxing.

He spoke into the space provided by his spread palm, hoping it would shield him from your observant eye, and you from his but kept his eye on you as you tried bending over backwards to get a connection. 

"But" he continues "Najma gets scared not even halfway through the movie then has the gal to tell people we associate with that I was the one who got scared, screamed like her- proceeding to sound like absolute buffoon, then saying I ran away-" he stops himself talking a deep breath. 

You try frowning to try and save your reputation as a compassionate person, but you can feel his steely orbs chipping your shoulder. 

"And Floyd?" you squeeze out.

"and Floyd can have a good debate, until he gets weird with it or pushes the line." Jamil sighed, pinching his nose bridge as he remembered the day and night he introduced him to Friday the 13th. 

Floyd had jump scared Jamil in the shower with a Micheal Myers mask after basketball practice the next day…

Jamil winces whenever that memory makes a show during one of his daily evaulaions. He regrets ever telling or trusting Floyd with anything horror related and learned his lesson. 

The worst part ist that every time Floyd or Azul wants something from him or for him to do something, they try to say that they're going to tell you about Floyd's little prank and how funny it was when Jamil fell from fright. Or how he tried elbowing Floyd only….

Jamil’s naisl dug painfully into his forehead.

Those bastards-

"oh yeah” Jamil’s head pops up at your lazy drawl “You..” you stall for a moment, Jamil heard a light laugh from you as you knelt on the floor like a sniper, the remote held sideways as you mentally lit up the television. “Iknow how floyd is-” Standing up again, you rolled the remote with your wrist as you glanced back at stressed Jamil. “-for halloween he said that we should be partner costumes: him a serial killer and me the final girl. and I was like; 'uh, why was that your immediate reaction'. "

Jamil quickly agrees with his own disgusted look. 

Jamil makes a mental note to keep you away from Floyd… and showers-

You lazily point at the television- “Yes!” You celebrated when you saw the movie selection screen.

Falling back into the couch while shaking out your tired ahnd, you were able to find that sweet spot again. You skim a few pages before quickly switching pirating apps. "there's a broader selection on this one, but it's kinda ass" you explained.

"And- I'm not Floyd, " you shimmied into him quicker than he could compute before ploping down into the couch, uour feet were the cloest thing to him. A not so scary movie was now on the screen, it was easily a critically acclaimed, an ‘immediate to watch movie.’

pressing the remote final time, you let it fly with a rip of your wrist as it lands onto the couch cushions nextt to you.

The movie productions logo plays on the screen as you both still for a moment.

he first five minutes play before you’re back to slamming the clicker’s buttons- “This is so ass”

Jamil silently agrees and is glad you changed it… He wouldn’t be able to hold back hsi comments for muh longer. 

Picking a better movie, you try again, this time falling into him with a dramatic sigh, his disgruntled noise and lack of immediate action helped satiate your fear of rejection. "I’m telling you they just added that stupid butterfly seen just to have an aesthetic shot for the trailer- like are you kidding me!?"

"Alright alright enough" he sighs, though the lilt in his voice doesn’t go unoticed. He tries his best to turn his head and bite down his wobbly smile, but he could never hide his smiles around you. 

He adjusts himself around you, you sank deeper into him when he moved his arm to the top of the couch, legs tangling like reeds. The love he feels from your fingers- your hands on his face that forces him to look at you has him wanting to flee. To turn back around, push you away and curl up into a ball of comfortability. But he cannot fight you, doesn’t even try to as you lean up to give him a kiss. 

You laugh when he grumbles, rolles his eyes, jerks his nose, and when his arm start gliding down the exspensive sofa. “You’re so cute” you stop the snake in its tracks, stilling on the meat of your hip. The snakes head, the thumb, licks at you. The master looking anywhere but you. 

Careful not to hurt him, you’re in his personal space when your nose ghosts against his- his eyebrow raised and eyes observant.

“Espcially when you let me spoil you with my love” You trailed off, nose kisses and lip locked kisses gone with a puff of cold air. Happily humming you cuddle up against him again, and with two clicks the new movie starts. and pauses.

Jamil doesn’t give you the chance to maon or groan when you gasp at the strong arm around your wiast. With single armed tug on your waist your face first into the arm and splayed across Jamil.

You gasp, frantically trying to get up and flee but he traps you there, against him and his heater body. You whine, half heartedly trying to get away while Jamil manipulates your body to his liking. In your new position Jamil was leaning against the couch, legs propped to the side to reveal you, locked in this cage of limbs. They were heavy and over yours like pyhtons, the rest of your body against his chest comfortbaly as he stares down at you with those playful eyes of his.

You blubbered like a fish, mentally starting a sentence only for the wrong syallbules to come out. Your body heated up at each stammer and stutter and since when was Jamil one to take mercy?

“Anything else you would like to say? Where did all the bravado go. hm?” He kisses you deeply, the angle stretching both your necks uncomfortbaly, he kisses your head and steals the remote.

With ease the movie starts playing, the awe and disgust on your face has him pulling you impssibly closer to him. If he focused long enough, he could pretend it wasn’t the clothes that were brushing against him, that he could feel the warmth of your skin through those silly layers you both have on. The thick sweatpants and sweatshirt gone from existence when the hands around your wist dives into the waist band. You gasp, fidget even, but do’t stop him.

He doesn’t do much besides rub your hip, doesn’t need to.

His other props him against the sofa’s arm. You two fit together as perfectly as the snakee bangle he wears.

And Jamil thinks, that despite the blackmail, he doesn’t mind watching the occasional horror movie with you. 

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How could Azul look at this little face and go “yeah make her homeless”

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get stuffed!

jade leech x reader

jade fafo when he messes with the wrong shark.

i can imagine reader purposefully cuddling with a large stuffed animal because jade is being a bastard asshole refusing to snuggle you in favor of space.

fine. cool.

you understood, you get it you do.

jade’s just like that sometimes…

so he should be fine with sharing a bed with sharkie right!

jade’s eyebrows furrow and head tilts to the said, parroting what you said as you excitedly jump off the bed. matching pj set, courteous of jade, rubbed against itself as you made your way off the bed and yo your bookbag.

floyd’s curious now as he rolls on his side and haphazardly drops his home onto his bed.

you find what you’re looking for after removing a few belongings…. and y/n, he’s gonna be honest, how the fuck did you fit that in there??

the shark is a fat, fluffy navy shark the size your upper upper body.

floyd rolls back in hysterics, looking at you then his frozen twin as you skip your way over. falling onto the bed with a giggle, you land and bounce on the shark until it rolls you onto your side.

you squeeeeeze what would be considered the shark’s neck as you feel pairs of eyes watching you intently. you squeeze in intervals, breath and body relaxing with each tensing of your muscles.

it’s only when jade sees your body limp a few seconds later does he realize you’re asleep.

“ha! looks like your future mrs. would rather squeeze a shark to sleep than you” floyd teases, screaming when jade launches a pillow mock 5 at him in retaliation. 

jade looks back at you ignoring his twins whining and the pillow that smashes into his head.

he stares like this for a good ten minutes, unmoving despite floyd publicly stating for the record he’s creeping even him out. jade ignored this as his wrist and elbow cracks with disuse. hos hand slowly reaches for the shark with concentrated look.

once he had the shark’s nose in his grip it expertly yanks it out of your tight embrace and switches it with himself.

“threes a crowd, dont you think” he looks over your sleeping head, tucking it into his chest as he heard a soft thud in the other side of the room. floyd’s complains but eventually pack his things and calls azul, most likely going to another guest room so jade could have more… privacy, with his courting partner.

he untangles himself from you momentarily and rushes to the plushie. with the skill of a soccer player he manages to wedge it between the door that floyd was in the middle of closing. sharkie can only stare in horror as jade’s face was covered from the darkness of night.

he was sprinting towards the sharkie before punting it out the door and down the hallway. the stuffed animals thumps against the wall like a ping pong ball. he stares into its beady eyes the moment it stops ricocheting off the lilac walls and comes to a sad roll.

he closes the door with a victorious smile.

“jade leech.”

his eyes widen and shoulders hunch as he spins to see you sitting up in bed, arms crossed. he couldn’t see your face as the water’s netty light didn’t reach that far up and instead illuminated the carpet.

“where’s sharkie.”

“ in a better place” he says earntsly eith a hand across his heart.

“you better bring him back or i’ll withhold sex from you for a month. a month. “

his smile falters… so no kitty time? 😞

“she’ll miss me” jade whips a tear as you throw a pillow at him.

“2 months and i won’t help you during your season!” you hissed, flopping back into bed with your arms crossed. jade pictures steam blowing out in steady streams from your ears and nose.

“it was good while it lasted.” he sighs, fighting a smile at the annoyed whined at his name.

“i won’t cuddle you then.” you’re pouting now. upping the punishment has jade’s smiling slightly faltering… he could live with that as you’ll get tired chastity eventually.

jade climbs back into bed ready to snuggle when you jerk away, feet kicking at the covers as you shoot up from bed.

dropping to under the bed jade pens over as he watches you stretch and feel around. he’s able to catch a glimpse of your distressed look as you scurry around the room in search of your shark plushie.

after snooping around, you’re facing the door angrily when he you break the pregnant silence. “jade, if he’s in the hallway im not giving you kisses for 2 whole months”

jade’s body moves instinctively as he shoots up in bed. eyes blinking owlishly as you open the door.

wait, were you actually mad at him? for booting out the competition??

you peek around the hallway bobbing your head to try seeing through the flashbomb of light. after a few minutes you close the door sadly, your head thumps against the wood as you let out a shuddery breath.

jade stand immeditaly andslams open the door.

the shark is gone.

he butes bacl his toothy grin. you’re his again. all his.

…so why were you crying, “it’s a stuffed animal, you have me to cuddle and dote on instead. not some inanimate object incapable of reciprocating affectionate. lets go to bed and look for it in the morning.” jade steady hand finds your shoulder, attempting to guide you back to bed when you flinch out of his touch.

body contorting like you’d just been touched by a a cough. you bend down towards the door to your bad, gather your things and jacket as its colder outside this time of year and sniffle out “im gonna go back to ramshackle… back to grim tonight” you dont look at him when you slip through the door.

…”is my relationship dependent on a stuffed shark?”

yes jade. yes it is.

you ignore jade for an entire week after sharkie goes missiong. floyd sends his deepest condeolences and gives you a free meal at the lounge to ‘soothe your heartache,’ you ignore jade the best you can throughout your meal.

but jade is a D1 problem starter and annoys people for a living.

he pomes you once when you drop your fork and knife, pick up the plate and walk out the lounge. azul is furious that you stole a plate, running after you like he was on the Jerry Springer show.

he comes back after an hour and redirects his anger to jade. “look, what you do in your relationship isn’t any of my business- just give her the blasted shark back”

jade’s had enough of this childishness as it’s starting to bleed into his work life, his social life was drastically altered now that you saw him as the plague- and jade was sick of it.

he’s about to barge into ramshackle when he hears your cried through the rotting oak door. he peaks through the tiny door window to see a mountain of blankets and pillows.

a frown is on his face when he sees you, sobbing your eyes out into a blanket.

“he- he’s so mean” you hiccup “ he won’y cuddle me to sleep so i i brought sharkie right, but then he killed him and destroyed his body” your haggard breathing has you falling back into a pillow as you nuzzle it.

a whine leaves yiu as you throw it across the living room.

“sh sharkie was the only thing i brought with me from home and and he’s gone- im gonna break up with him if he doesn’t find him at the end of the week!”

jade’s blood freezes when he hears voices of approval and comfort. telling you that ‘they didn’t like jade anyways’ and ‘you could do so much better’

.. they’re not wrong… but, he had thought your friends finally came around to your relationship, it appears that was just wishful thinking.

jade himself doesn’t really know why you said yes to him. pausing the moment you said yes to a date to ask if you were sure. that you didn’t mind his cruel reputation and eccentric habits. you embraced them, yet he couldn’t embrace yours…

you had given him space when requested, and sought out an alternative source of affection and comfort because jade withheld it from you. he didn’’t expect you to pull out a damned shark, thinking you’d whine and crawl on him like usual until he’d give in with a sigh and secret smile.

letting you know he’s allowing you to cling like a barnacle to him.. the shark just accepted and soaked up your love like a sponge.

jade turns his heel with a sigh, he needs to fix this. immediately.

it isn’y until three days later, on friday do you text him with a ‘we need to talk.’ it was the only text sent by you in the entire week, jade being moved to ‘silenced’ as another string of barbs around his body.

but not to worry, he called in a favor.

there’s three confident knocks on ramshackle dorm. fanning your heated face you prepare yourself for the breakup.

you open the door-

“hi y/n! i missed you so much!”

you gasp “sharkie!”

you thrust yourself at the slightly discolored shark and trap him in a tight squeezing embrace as you take a long, deep inhale. the scent of laundry detergent and lingering dirt fills your nose as jade watches you visibly relax.

“don’t forget about me” jade’s hiding his face again as he talks in a silly voice. you look up at him ready to chew him out when you close your mouth. in his hand is a long, thick stuffed eel. its eyes closed with a smile itched with black thread. its teal green body had speckles of lighter blues running along it as you excitedly gasp.

jade wraps it around your neck and lands its smiling head on top of yours. your smile falters at his serious face.

“…i didn’t know how much the shark meant to you.. i apologize for the distress i’ve caused you as it wasn’t my intent”

you nod, listening to his apology.

“ i had no idea it was from your home…” your eyes widen, you never told jade that but just chalk up the sudden information leak as jade being jade. you side step him and motion for him to come inside.

he declines, “i have a shift at monstro in 10 minutes so i must be on my way.” he’s about to bend down for a kiss when he stops himself with a hand politely covering his mouth.

“dear me, almost forgot i have another 7 weeks to go with no kisses” he deflates “ill be on my way then”

just as expected you grab for his collar and yank him to your height. smashing your lips onto his jade hands reflexively goes to your cheeks, smushing them slightly as he deepens the kiss.

“next time” jade pulls away, wiping your lip of salvia, then swiping his on lip his the covered thumb. “don’t bring ‘sharkie,’ as eels are very territorial of their mates.”

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cant get over how perfectly this goes together like what luck!

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how it felt to wake up today

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I think about this every day of my life

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It's very easy to categorize the overblot as a breakdown- but all of them have a different type of lashing out.

Riddle's behavior is a trauma response. He is not listening; instead, he is solely focused on himself, which is a reaction to not feeling heard compared to his mother. She is the person he fears the most, and although he hates that he loves her, he feels conflicted. She was supposed to help him grow, but instead, she only shielded him from the realities of life.

Leona is driven by fear. He’s afraid of finishing in first place because he’s so accustomed to starting from second. The thought of being vulnerable, admitting his fears, and acknowledging his struggles terrifies him. He is so frightened that he resorts to using dirty tricks.

Azul struggles with vulnerability; he avoids opening up or confronting his past. He remembers the child he was forced into hiding and a life of learning just to endure. This child has grown up to prefer lies over sincerity, believing that deception has brought him further in life.

Jamil is determined to gain control over his own life and choices. He feels this control is lacking due to his family's affiliation with Kalim. While he strongly desires control, this desire becomes unhealthy when it extends to others.

Vil is driven by his desire for recognition. He wants to be perceived as exceptional, a model that cannot be compared to others or regarded as inferior. He seeks to control how others view him to the extent that he is willing to manipulate their perceptions, which includes putting others down.

Idia struggles with trauma. He never overcame the death of Ortho or the events that affected him and his family. Forced to grow up quickly, he now finds himself unable to do many things that others take for granted. He struggles to communicate with people, suffers from low self-esteem, and experiences profound fear. This fear leads him to isolate himself in his room, as it feels like the only way he can cope with life.

Malleus explores the theme of loss—loss of a loved one, loss of oneself, loss of one's past, and loss of purpose. It reflects on the fear of change and the inevitability of things never being the same once someone you deeply care about is gone, even if it’s not your fault.

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the audience craves more jade kissing giggle fits….

jade "freaky" leech and his new hobby of making out

imagine kissing jade leech with tounge and suddenly BOOM it turns into a full mouth makeout session but suddenly tounge kisses started becoming silly little kisses and then that makeoit session turns into some sort of giggling or sweetness and wholesomeness which is rare for the freaky jade leech to feel this kind of pure love!! 🤯🤯

this truly depends on if it’s ‘freak’ jade leech or just jade leech.

bc i paired ‘freak’ jade leech with the nonchalant dreadhead and envision their romance as badillac’s together pangea album cover so they’re not getting giggly kisses. jade is stuck in pining purgatory until he figures a way out of it himself.

BUT BUT, giggly kisses are so superior. the one’s where you’re laughing too hard to even connect lips. the ones that have you bumping noses together roughly. i believe jade leech is capable of that because i refuse to put my boy in a one-dimensional box!

because i feel it’s appropriate, i will drop this snippet from got you (where i want you) chapter two, though the preface is them mostly having static tension from tiredness, it all melts down into soft romance:

[the-quaint-quail]

true romance

[the-quaint-quail]

JAMIL-

suggestive, quick make out sesh >:} , Jamil has people in Kalim watching shifts bc he can’t leave him along out of obligation LOL, Jamil is a meanie! and reader is brat coded 🍎

was worried about your ideas, they were ingenious in the same way Frankenstein’s monster was. Complex and messy and usually resulted in an angry mob.

This however, had to be your most outside the box idea yet.

Every time they go on a date (third wheeled by kalim🙄) to the monstro lounge, or reader visits it on their own or even when jamil and kalim go on their own they keep track of their point cards to the point the couple has 10 total combined.

what do they use them for? a kalim baby sitter of course!

during the lively parties at scarabia, reader and jamil would be able to get themselves alone time while kalim was supervised by a trusting, helping hand! azul naturally (jamil made sure the contract had a firm ‘no suspicious dealings and information gathering clause’ to make sure the shady business man didnt pull anything.

but kalim was never far from jamil’s eye.

yes yes jamil knew this wasn’t the best idea and just seeing the naive house warden next to the shadiest wasnt giving him the best feeling in his stomach. something akin to dread gnawed at his intestines and gurgled loudly-

“and you said you didn’t want any grapes”

of course you would hear his empty stomach. Jamil sighed, leaning deeper into your lap, your legs on either side of his body as you were supported by a mountain of pillows and fabrics. You both watched as Lilia and Cater bumbled into the conversation between house wardens, Azul’s ‘Kalim shift’ officially over as he tips a hat in your direction.

“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d flip him off”

You snorted, smacking his shoulder, he smiled at your whispered ‘Jamil!’

“He deserves it, shady octopus”

He sighed, closing his eyes as you brushed the long lock of hair that usually stuck out from his braid to behind his ear. He took a moment to just appreciate the moment.

Just the two of you in a semi private nook (as private as its going to get, thanks to a glamour spell Jamil set up only Azul and Kalim could see through) in your own world as the infamous Scarabia party roars onward.

The party goers laughing and feasting, dancing and singing to their hearts content as you elegantly pluck a red grape from the bunch, careful not to disturb your boyfriend or the metal bowl that was supported by pillows.

He opened his mouth to speak but got a grape shoved in it instead. His teeth bit down on it and almost your fingers as his brow quirked up at you in an unimpressed look.

For all the attitude he gives you, he looks pretty stupid trying to bite down his smile.

You shrugged, popping another juicy red grape in your mouth. “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I let my boyfriend starve?” You leaned back into the stack of pillows, making yourself comfortable as Jamil brought your thighs to his shoulders, his hands were on the outside of your thighs when he started squeezing.

You snorted, looking from the ceiling down to your boyfriend who was trying to suffocate himself between your thighs.

“I want to die here”

A elephant sound came out from your nose, belly aching from the sudden death wish Jamil had. You squeezed your thighs tighter unknowingly squeezing a groan from Jamil who wouldn’t let. go.

“I know baby, you said that last night”

“And I fuck’n meant it” His stormy grey eyes bore into yours like the eye of a hurricane, disrupting your mood and throwing your heart into a chaotic rage.

Your body tingled as a arousing hot flash spread through your lower regions.

“You might just get your wish if you’re not careful Viper” you purred, leaning over to stare at him from above. Your hair curtained you two from the outside world as the air charged with tension.

He slowly rolled over, sliding up your body until he was face to face with you, arms on either side of your head and clothed sexes touching.

You gasped as another bothersome yet welcomed wave rolled over you as Jamil leaned closer, his soft lips brushing yours with each syllable spoken. There was nothing and no one who could ruin this moment right now. Not even Kalim.

“Got no time to talk, I’m deadman walking” you giggled as his lips fell into yours in a long passionate kiss.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as your hands traveled across his back where they split up for different destinations. One hand travled up and past his ponytail and to his neck. Gently, you pushed him closer to deepen the kiss. A soft groaned rumbled theough his chest as your other hand slid down his back until it couldnt stretch any longer, bunching up the black shirt of his Scarabia uniform and slowly, pulled up his shirt exposing his beautiful tan skin to the world.

He hummed into the kiss as his lips slotted into yours, his warm calloused hands engilfing both of yours as he deatched himself from you.

“Heyy” you whined chasing after him and his criminally soft lips, the same lips that were curled up in a smug grin as it was his turn to look down on you.

“Time and place habibi, and this-” he swoops in stealing a kiss like a thief stealing a prized ruby. Swift and out before you could register what he stole from you.

“Isn’t either of them” he laid his whole weight on you in a collapsing laugh. A winded ‘oof’ squeezed from your lungs as Jamil wraps his muscular arms tightly around your waist, his head resting on your breast.

“Then let’s make it one” you huff, hand habitually reaching for Jamil’s braided and loose hair ponytail. Feeling each bump of his braids against your fingers, you sighed grumpily, not content with the pg skinship.

“I wanna fucccccc-“

His hand slapped over your mouth with a clap at your whining, a pointed look directed at you as his head nods towards the guests.

“And have you attract attention? Hard pass”

You scoffed, hitting him with his own hair that comes down in waves, the golden clip hitting his back with a dull thump.

“Oh please, I’m not the one murmuring everytime he’s close”

“”No but you are the one begging-“ He sits up with a smirk, hands on your thighs as he pulls your face closer to his with a gasp. “Please Jamil- right there Jamil- Ahh ahh yes Jamil so good”

Your hand pushes his cackling face away as you hide behind your other hand as a new wave of heat washes down your back like a desert heat flash.

“I’m not the one with a master kink- and I don’t sound like that either”

he stops laughing, “Damn. Kink shamed by my own girlfriend” he ignored your lie and pulled you up by your arms.

You were growing dizzy with how active he was, pulling you tugging you, squeezing you-

“HA!” you laughed as knelt on the luscious couch, which was made for 10 people, bot two. “Looks like someone is hornier than me-“

His eyes widen about to retort when you speak faster than his mind could think of a retort. And that’s pretty damn fast.

“Mr.chatty-mc-chatterson over here only gets riled up and chatty when he wants ta’ fucccccc-“ he smashes his lips into your like a tidal wave.

“Damn right I do”

Scooping you up in his arms was a struggle as you resisted, turning it into a slight wrestling match as you tried fighting yourself out of his strong grip. Melodic laughs and chuckles would be only sounds you two hear as your little bubble kept you away from the scary outside world.

Alas after a good tussle you had lost and Jamil had you in his arms bridal styled, your hands over you face in embarrassment as he smirked down at you deviously.

“See, was that so hard?”

You smacked his chest, pressing his laugh button as he was clearly amused at your loss. Jamil readjusts you for a second before taking a purposeful deep breath in and out.

Stepping outside the bubble, he made a sharp turn left into the deserted lone hallway that belonged to the vice house warden and house warden. He was lucky the nook was close to his dorm in times like these.

The two erect pillars stared back at him as the oasis returned back to its mirage the further his strides took him. He had made sure absolutely no one who could see through the glamour could see the inside of the nook, high half walls shielding the sunken in pillow fortress and makeshift couch and if that didn’t work than the two purposefully placed pear shaped limestone pillars would do the trick.

You undid your scrunchie from your wrist when you saw Jamil’s door come into view through the crevice of your fingers. Opening the door with your foot, Jamil lingered in the doorway as you placed the red scrunchie on the door.

“Sorry Mohammad” you both said to no one in particular as Jamil set you down, your hands immediately reaching for the other as he pulls you in for a kiss, his heel slamming the door shit with a rattle, a thud is heard against the door, then a click.