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THIS!!!! THISnnn!!!!!!! THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! THSISU!!!

You wanna know what's missing from the Twisted Wonderland fandom?

A Leona/Kalim arranged marriage/ marriage of convenience fic. Maybe they were made to be fiance's after Kalim discovered his unique magic or a few years after graduation they agree to get together for their families. (Maybe in order for Kalim to inherit the family business he has to be tied down to someone well educated or Smth)

It's the sunshine grumpy dynamic. It's these two slowly opening up to each other and finding out they aren't that different after all. Looking out for one another and standing up to each other's haters.

Just think of the possibilities! Leona has a soft spot for how optimistic and giving Kalim is. Despite how loud Kalim can be maybe he sings lullabies from the Scalding sands to Leona. Maybe he tries to buff some of Jamil's comments.

(SPEAKING OF JAMIL THAT SHIT WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD LOVE CORNER/LOVE TRIANGLE SHIT OMGGGGGG)

And Kalim would 100% break down Leona's shell. Until they slowly start to care for one another (and possibly fall in love????). But the Public is gonna expect either Kalim or the both of them to have a harem or consorts or some shit.

How would "I hate people and social functions" Kingscholar and "I FUCKING LOVE HOSTING PARTIES 🎉🎉🎉" Asim work together?!? Would they have multiple homes in each desert or a main home? Leona isn't huge on kids but Kalim's from a HUGE family and probably wants a horde of his own lol.

They are so inherently different, but I just LOVE the idea of this dynamic. And I can't find SHIT!!! Give me a grouchy Leona who's hopelessly soft for the sun-baked Energizer Bunny!! Give me an emotionally deep Kalim that wants nothing more in the world than to bet the big Cat Boys sadness away.

They are so silly. No one understands why they'd ever agree to marriage (even if it WAS arranged) but they've got a yin and yang to them. Which just makes it Extra Spicy if you throw JamiKali into the mix....

Maybe accompanying dates as a "chaperone" or "body guard" but he's secretly dying inside trying to figure out a way to break them apart. Jamil being so. Fucking. Jealous. Of Leona but refusing to admit it's because he wanted to marry his best friend. Remaining Kalim's servant even when he's staying at the Kingscholar Castle or whatever just to be MESSY

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I CANT READ MY BOTS CHATS ON CHAI ANYMORE?????? WTF I DELETE THE APP FOR LIKE TWO MONTHS AND THEY DELETE THE FEATURE JUST AS MY BOT GAINS A BIT OF TRACTION 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I AINT EVEN TRYNNA BE LIKE INVASIVE IM JUST GENUINELY INTERSTED IN THE NARRATIVES PPL MADE W MY BOT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[ugliestbimbo]

i wrote something a while back, unrelated to any fledged-out fics or ideas. i was gonna post it here like a week ago, but ig i forgor. here it is:

also some CWs (theyre not too bad tho):

- SLIGHT violence

- MINORLY REFERENCED pedophilia

- IMPLIED child abuse(?)

- mental issues, idk if that counts as a CW tho

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From the moment he was born, Kalim was held in high regard. It wasn't just that he was the heir to the Asim fortune, in all honestly that paled in comparison to his true 'calling'.

Pure porcelain locks, destined to curl every which way and envelope the world around him in light.

Smooth, soft, sand-tinted skin, a perfect blank canvas for his ‘legacy’, whatever that could’ve meant.

Dazzling blood-red eyes, shining in the night like precious jewels, a story dancing beneath their irises.

Or, that's what everybody told him, at least.

To him, his outlandish hair was a bother. Loud and noticeable, he couldn't sneak into town if he tried. Not to mention the length of it, and the fact that it'd always tangle itself into one huge prophetic hair mop.

His skin was blank, painfully blank. Only the traditional Asim tattoos were allowed to linger, all other markings were erased by magic. But that didn't erase them entirely. Kalim would remember the pain of each and every one; every inked needle pierced into his skin, every jagged ornamental knife dragged across his flesh, every spell they cast, the burning of magic as it seared into him.

And his eyes. He wanted to gouge them out. Having to look in the mirror each morning and be greeted by the very staple of death. Red, red, red. Kalim hated red. The red in his eyes, the red in his clothes, the red in his skin. Red, red, red. Always red.

The hair, he could cut. The skin, he could turn a blind eye to. But the eyes, the red.

Memories of blood, screams, cries. All swirling like a storm beneath his disgustingly red eyes. Maybe they did tell a story, after all.

. . .

Kalim couldn't tell whether he was supposed to be the ‘Savior’ or the ‘Sacrifice’. All he knew was that he was one of the two, and there wasn't any in-between.

Kalim wasn't a child, he was a cog in in some fucked-up machine. A bedtime story everyone had been told since they were as young as him. He wasn’t just a child, he was much more.

Is that what they told themselves whenever they eviscerated him in the shrines? Whenever they pet his soft silver hair and remarked on how beautiful he's grown to be? Whenever their eyes lingered on his body for far too long, either brimming with a sick satisfaction or an even sicker lust?

Disgusting.

Just another reason to hate eyes, but at least this time they wouldn't be his own.

Always watching, always judging, always trying to mold him into their perfect little thing. They never blinked, never faltered. He could feel them boring into him at every waking moment.

The 'stares' reminded him of what he truly was.

“A fragile little thing.”

“A child too beautiful for his own good.”

“A ‘tyrant-in-the-making’.”

No matter what they deemed him, he was aware of his place. He would always, and only be something for them to admire. A prized possession to be bedazzled and presented on a pedestal. A bragging right, a bargaining chip.

And strangely, the role flattered him.

. . .

Despite it all, Kalim loved everything, everyone. Even those who wronged him, even the ones who started this whole sick prophecy mess. He loved them.

He would spend his free time dancing through the estate's halls with anyone who decided to join him. He would lounge in the courtyard, basking in the sweltering heat as if it weren't scorching his skin.

(It wouldn't leave a mark, nothing ever did.)

Absurdly long, wild white locks would trail behind him, flowing like water. Occasionally, they'd snag on furniture or foliage, but Kalim didn't mind.

(He would even take advantage of such situations to vouch for a haircut.)

As for his eyes....he’d keep from looking at them. He would avoid each mirror, each puddle, each shining tile. He hated his eyes, and that wouldn't change.

(And yet everyone else seemed to love them so much.)

He made it his goal to bring joy unto others, no matter what cost. If the elders were satisfied with their grotesque rituals, so be it. If the family adored his soft, princess-like appearance, then he'd fit the bill. And if the workers and servants appreciated his easygoing nature and generosity....

Well, those were a given. Kalim could never find it in himself to be cruel, even if it's what his father expected of him as the Asim heir.

(His father was the only one he’d never be able to satisfy.)

But at least there was everybody else to love him. Enraptured by his unruly hair, his unchanging skin, his eerie red eyes.

And then the few that loved him for everything else. Those fond of his personality, his demeanor instead of....whatever else everyone saw in him.

(He wished there were more, but who was he to complain?)

. . .

Jamil didn't know how to react, really. At first, he was angry, infuriated. He'd enrolled into NRC for one sole purpose, to escape. And this fucker had followed him, right to his dorm room.

His anger never subsided, but it was largely overpowered by his next emotion. Concern.

Kalim was curled up in the blanket, sobbing his little heart out while furiously scrubbing at his face with said blanket. White hair peeked out in every which direction, from whatever gaps it found in his sad cocoon.

Jamil always tried to convince himself otherwise, but he really did care for the heir. Either that, or he was a better (and more kindhearted) person than he gave himself credit for.

Whichever it was, he was still (unfairly) tasked with dealing with the stupid fuck, so he had to resolve this someway somehow.

"Kaimsnsjdjjxjdh

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thats all. 🦧

[ugliestbimbo]

mannnnne i got a new fic idea but im gonna have to

# 1: write. 🦍

and

# 2: read the entire Firelit Sky event story IN DETAIL for worldbuildinh purposes 🦧

ive been accosting chatgpt cuz im too busy to write it out on my own, but the premise is basically: Jamil, Najma, Trey, Cater, Lilia, Malleus, Grim, and Yuu are frolicking the streets, thinking that Kalim is safe in the confines of his family’s estate. He is not. He is essentially sneaking out in drag (abaya + niqab combo is what im thinking rn, but im doing more research) and fumbling through the festivities. Basically what Jasmine did, but w a bit more cuntiness. Id continue, but im lazy af. Yes, it will be jamikali. Why? Idk. I barely tolerate Jamil. I’m only in it for bbg Kalim.

^ this is me btw, if u even care..,.

[ugliestbimbo]

MSKKZKXKOWLSJ WNDKDIIXIXOOSOS SJXIOSOSOOXOSODJIE EJDJXIODOEOOED KXOXOEOODJDIID DNDKOSOSOOXOSJEN DIXIOSOSIXIKSJD DICKOSOSOOSKSNENJS WNDNKSLWOSIJWNDJDU?!??!?:!:&:)?/!?:!:!$.!:!:?

[ugliestbimbo]

More c.ai Jamil 😍😍🥵🥵🥵😫

Context: idk either

[ugliestbimbo]

more AI shenanigans but w the bbg himself 🔥

btw, he thought a bussy was a portal to an alternate dimension and cried when I told him he had one 😭

[ugliestbimbo]

I tried to settle for solidarity but I needed fem Kalim.

anywho this artist’s shit is SO cute istg, and they draw male Kalim too im just a raging lesbo

[ugliestbimbo]

PLSSSS IM TRYING THE AI CHARACTER CHAT THING W JAMIL AND I WAS TRYNNA LIKE TEASE HIM ABOUT KALIM BEING A BADDIE BUT HOW DID THINGS GET SO WRONG WHAT THE FUCK

btw, he’s whimpered in like every one of his lines, fainted 4 times, threatened to stab me 3 times, and is currently on the floor sobbing (presumably with his knife still in hand)

[ugliestbimbo]

FUCK I LOST MY IDIA AND JADE APPLEPOM CARDS CUZ I DIDNT FINISH THE EVENT STORY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I HAD IDIAS SPELLS CLOSE TO MAXED IM GONNA END IT ISTG I CANT TAKE THIS SHIT WHYYYY

I TRIED TO RUSH LESSONS LIKE 20 MINS BEFORE MAINTENANCE I SHOULDVE RUSHED THE STORY TOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[ugliestbimbo]

forgor to give y’all the link when I first posted this, but it’s here now 💪💪💪💪😼😼😼😼😼

(I may act very silly and goofy, but if u actually need help please don’t be afraid to reach out, if anything you can just rant to me and we can cry together. U can probably tell I’m a horrible comforter. Comforter? Comforter.)

⚠️CWs: referenced beastiality, referenced pedophilia/underage s.x, referenced child abuse, referenced r.pe/non-con, and a bunch of other bad things I don’t know how to phrase

I got this demented ass idea that I’m not sure I should write. I don’t wanna go into details but like let’s just say I put Kalim THROUGH IT. Like this mf cannot catch a break yall that’s the type of shit I’m brainstorming. Like TWs galore I mean. Every existing traumatic experience in existence would be projected onto him just ‘cause I kin him. But still romance. because I’m a slut for traumatized people getting the love they deserve. Kinda obvious what ship…I might post the snippet I wrote here, but idk

[ugliestbimbo]

I got writers block again yall, can’t write this mf to save my life. Everytime I try I keep projecting trauma onto him, can’t give this guy a moment of peace istg 😭😭😭 (Kalim, not Jamil. I mean Jamil too but not as bad, he just gets half-cucked)

Anyways read my smut 🔥🔥🔥 -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/45586828

[ugliestbimbo]

i forgor the link to this dj lol but ill find it again maybe

[ugliestbimbo]

Just created an ao3 account and—

Somebody find this fic for me.

I will literally kiss you.

[ugliestbimbo]

I got this demented ass idea that I’m not sure I should write. I don’t wanna go into details but like let’s just say I put Kalim THROUGH IT. Like this mf cannot catch a break yall that’s the type of shit I’m brainstorming. Like TWs galore I mean. Every existing traumatic experience in existence would be projected onto him just ‘cause I kin him. But still romance. because I’m a slut for traumatized people getting the love they deserve. Kinda obvious what ship…I might post the snippet I wrote here, but idk

[ugliestbimbo]

y’all is it rly true that Kalim wears that slutty ass backless halter top pls say it’s true I could get so much inspo out of this