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Overblot!Yuu. Just OB!Yuu brainrot

Let's say this is after chapter 7 and Malleus already overbloted so he doesn't have that much control over his magic as he did before.

Cause if he did OB!Yuu would be out almost immediately.

The way OB!yuu overblots is because they're constantly under so much stress (we all knew that tho).

They're constantly in a state where they're zoned out which is why they almost never talk and constantly helping others 'cause they want to distract themself.

That's why they don't cut off the people that have wronged them multiple times.

The reason they stay in NRC is because something's always going on and they don't have to think about their situation.

So when they're left alone for too long they start thinking.

OB!Yuu finally grasps the horrible reality of their situation when they're in Ramshackle all by themselves.

When OB!Yuu overblots they look like a mix between a circus performer and the ringleader of a circus.

Their weapon's a whip.

The blot monster behind them resembles The Horned King from "The Black Cauldron".

OB!Yuu has a vast army under them, which includes the troll-like Creeper, the hunters of Annuvin, the draconic Gwythaints, and, obviously, the Cauldron Born.

OB!Yuu would have increased strength and be able to teleport.

OB!Yuu is really cruel to all the boys (Just look at clips of The Horned King but imagine that but also with verbal abuse).

Especially Grim and Adeuce.

They practically put OB!Yuu through hell since their first day in NRC.

Since OB!Yuu doesn't have magic the blot would suck on their life force until they die.

If/when OB!Yuu is finally defeated everyone is tired and in shock.

They never knew OB!Yuu hated them so much! If at all.

Although the constant complains about the head mage and wanting to go home made sense. They had had been in Twisted Wonderland for almost a year now after all.

When OB!Yuu wakes up people try being nicer to them, especially Grim, but OB!Yuu ignores them and is openly distasteful to all of them (maybe besides Jack and Trey).

OB!Yuu skips classes to look in the library for ways home since Crowley obviously isn't doing it.

They also sleep in the library and completely stop feeding Grim since they know the boys will take care of him (plus I'm pretty sure the Mc almost never eats since they're always buying tuna for Grim).

When they can't find anything in NRC they reach out to RSA who are happy to help.

Making OB!Yuu permanently leave NRC.

RSA very quicly finds OB!Yuu a home 'cause there are simaler spells. And after finding OB!Yuu a way home they thank RSA, probably crying, and leave.

When the boys at NRC decide to finally get OB!Yuu they discover theyre gone and sadness ensues.

The angst 😔

Rumours say:

"The Ramshackle mansion used to be a dorm with only two students who were one once"

"Not so long ago too! A monster and a magicless human, inseparable they were, and so many tragedies they faced, seven overblots"

"They say that there was an eighth one, this was the one who took their life, and the last one in Night Raven, the reign of overblots was stopped by a magicless human and their monster... at the cost of their life... taken by the same monster they loved"

"That's just a rumor tho"

"A sad one"

"That probably is just a made up story"

"Yeah... wanna scare the 1th years with it tho?"

"Hell yeah dude!"

That's what the students say, what they don't notice is how diferent the collage is at this age.

They don't ask why there's a therapist being hired for NRC and how rigid their contract is, bided by a powerful unique magic, sealed in the deeps of a grave in the same building the story revolves around.

Noone questions why every dorm has more bonding activities instead of competitive ones, between themselves and their "rivals", all promoted by the head of the house Alsim.

Noone asks why every year there's a gathering between very old students, all always there, some grumpier than others, but even those are open to listen and many advises to give.

Noone sees seven specific guest always passing by a grave in the abandoned building leaving flowers behind, each year is the same, but noone bothered to ask

However, there's a story the paintings sometimes tell, of a magicless student who didn't belong to this world, their roommate monster, their friends and allies, and how in the end, they could go back home even if it was in a painful way.

I DID NOT NEED THIS RN 😭😭

To me, it shined more brightly than any gem could.

You ever think that Yuu gets jealous of the main cast during the events? Especially once they meet their ‘friends’ parents. Yuu having no known way home, but constantly seeing their friends parents must irk something in them.

Just imagine when Yuu meets Epel’s grandma Marja and she starts to remind them of their own grandma. So they start talking to her just lingering a little more than everyone else around Epel’s meemaw. But once Yuu is finally away from her fetching something from the kitchen they see Epel happily laughing with his Meemaw. Yuu’s usually monotone face twitches into a frown. Though they soon push it aside that’s his grandma not yours.

Then Yuu meets Deuce’s mom Dylla. She’s even been checking up on you including the others, but somethig just feels different with the way she makes sure you’re ok. It soon starts to make Yuu miss their mom. It’s oddly painful when you have to tell Dylla goodbye. They just met her and already they don’t want to part ways with her. Yuu’s mind soon takes a slightly dark turn seeing the Shroud family interact. Growing bitter seeing how close they all are even with all the hardships they have faced. They quietly scoffed in the distance as they heard Idia’s mother tell him she loves him or his father say he’s proud of him. Yuu doesn’t know why they feel so hurt and bitter about this. Idia and Ortho’s parents are just being good parents through this very troubling time with Malleus’s Overblot… Yuu is probably just still freaked out that’s why they’re so negative… Right?

Soon they meet more and more of their ‘friends’ parents, siblings, grandparents, and so on. It just starts to feel like the universe is being cruel to them at this point. It gets even worse as Yuu forgets their loved ones faces, voices, and even a few memories with them…

Once again after every event Yuu is walking back to the dormitory with Grim curled up on their shoulders. As always the little monster clung to them. Opening the door to the newly renovated dorm they sighed seeing the three mischievous ghosts welcome them back.

“ I’m soooo happy to be home!” Grim stated.

Home? Yuu froze looking around taking in their still poor living conditions. Was this their home from now on? Do they truly have no to their actual home?… Was this all they could even call home at all? A haunted dorm in a magical school filled with mentally unstable and overpowered teens. Was this sick joke really all they have to show their in this universe?

Sebek's voice

tw - suicide attempt, suggestive paragraph, Prefect is unstable, Sebek is angry

- I had made a more lighthearted version, but decided to change it. - I don't think it is truly x reader, more like x oc, but it is still a prefect and still a part of my series.

It's been raining for three days already.

But today, the weather decided to go all out - a full-blown storm. Trees bent under the howling wind, rain swallowed everything in sight. It was too much for November, you thought. Luckily, you didn't have any outdoor lectures today, and the lightning started right after you reached the main building.

Speaking of lightning...

Now that you think about it, the quarrel was so stupid. You can't even remember what exactly started it. Words flew back and forth, escalating until, somehow, it's been more than two weeks since you and Sebek last spoke.

You know it was your fault. You know you overreacted, said too much, maybe. But you were just so tired, so overwhelmed. So much had been happening, and... you should have chosen your words more carefully. But it's too late now.

Everything is hazy from that day, except for Sebek's voice. It was raw - cracking, even though he was almost shouting, more than usual. You remember the sound of that pain clearly.

And it's all you have now. 

Only now, with his booming voice gone from your daily life, you realize how empty it feels around you. Sure, you hear him in the corridors sometimes, calling out to Malleus, or in the cafeteria while you eat.

But none of it is directed at you. Since the day you became... more than friends, you'd claimed his shouts, his "human!" as something reserved just for you. His yelling was yours. His scolding was yours. His huffs were yours. His worried reprimands were yours, and yours alone.

And now, you've ruined it.

Both of you are too proud to apologize first, so you dwell in the silence that stretches between you now. It's not like you don't hear him - it's that you don't feel it anymore. Without him speaking to you, it's as if you've gone deaf. Ace and Deuce have to call your name more than once to drag you out of this limbo, but it doesn't matter. What's the point of listening to the world if you can't hear his voice?

Loud or quiet, harsh or gentle - Sebek's voice always made you feel something. Calm, safe, shattered, mad, confident, soft, light, warm...

When you were sobbing in your ramshackle bedroom, his voice dragged you back to reality. When you were down, surrounded by darkness in your head, his thunderous tone jolted you like lightning, forcing you to pull yourself together. When you hesitated because of past failures, his shouts were the push you needed to act without fear. 

Sebek's loud presence took away all fear in your life. Of sounds, of memories, of love, of yourself. 

Because of Sebek, you also stopped being afraid of storms. Thunderstorms used to bring back sounds you'd rather forget, but Sebek changed that. Now, you crave the clash of thunder and the flash of lightning because they remind you of him.

The way he speaks, the way he yells, the way he scolds you... his voice is louder than any storm, and it's become your favorite sound. 

It echoes in the walls of your mind, crawls under your skin, blankets your thoughts in a haze of rain and static, and resonates all over inside out. When he comes for another scold, going on and on, coming closer and closer, and becoming quieter and quieter - words dropping from a roar to a murmur until all you can hear are the breaths you share in the dark, intertwining until you can't differentiate between your moans and his, merging in a symphony of sounds shared only between you-

"Louder. I can't hear you."

A sudden clash jolts you out of your daze. You blink, realizing you've dozed off on the couch in the Ramshackle lounge, a book - which Sebek lent you - almost falling from your lap. For a split second, you thought you heard him, but it was just thunder. It's raining again. 

You sit up, the book slipping from your fingers as you clutch your head.

"Not you. Again." you whisper, not noticing the tears slipping down your cheeks. You stare blankly out the window as the lightning streaks across the sky.

"Still not you. You're brighter. Louder."

Sebek is brighter than any lightning, louder than any thunder. What is this mockery? Like you don't deserve to hear the real thing - your Sebek - just these dim imitations...

"Pathetic human" you imagine Sebek would say. And he'd be right.

You don't want it to be a text, so you record a voice message.

"I love you. I'm sorry."

You can't hear his voice, but at least he can hear yours - one last time.

The storm only gets worse, but you're glad. The noise means no one will notice, not for a while. From where you stand on the roof of NRC, you can see the whole campus spread out like a map below you. A few months ago, Malleus showed you this hidden spot - tucked behind the gargoyles, yet easily accessible - so you could admire them together. You never thought you'd be here now, misusing this knowledge in the worst way.

"What am I doing wrong?" you whisper into the rain.

"Please, shout at me like you always do. Wake me up with your thunderous roar. Call me an insolent human, make me ashamed of myself... like I should be.

Say something....please...I want to hear you...I need to hear you again.

I need to hear your voice.

You are my voice of reason.

You have always been my voice of reason, my sound of hope... 

Please. Seb. Please."

Nothing.

Well, then - into the silence you go.

You take a step forw-

"YOU DAMN FOOLISH HUMAN!!!"

Green lightning fills your vision, a deafening roar shakes the world. Your vision goes white, and before you can react, strong arms wrap around you, squeezing so tightly you can't breathe. Everything is a blur, your senses reeling from the storm's chaos and the rage vibrating in his voice.

"I'M TALKING TO YOU! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?! LOOK AT ME! I SAID LOOK AT ME!"

His voice sounds so close yet so far, you can feel his breath on your skin. You try to reach him with your hand but-

"Sebek..." is all you manage before darkness pulls you under.

You wake in your room at Ramshackle, body trembling with cold. How long had you been standing there, soaked? It doesn't matter. You turn your head, seeing Sebek at your bedside, fury and worry twisting his face.

"Woke up already?" he snaps, voice low and angry. Really angry.

But he's here. He's with you. He's talking to you. It's all that matters.

"Sebek...I'm sorry..."

"YOU BETTER BE!" he thunders, the force of his voice filling the room.

"You'd better have a damn good explanation, or I'll make sure you don't move without my supervision for the rest of your life!" he hisses, quieter but no less angry.

"It was stupid. I'm sorry for making you worry..."

"LIKE YOU SHOULD BE!" he yells again, and you can see it now, the fear beneath the anger. You're such a fool.

"Prepare yourself for a long lecture, you hear me?!" he demands.

Without thinking, you get up and reach for him, pulling him into a tight embrace, face buried against his neck.

"Yes. Yes, I can hear you. And I want to hear that lecture. Please. 

I love hearing your voice."

"H-How could you . . . ?"

TW: Cursing and mentions of toxic/loveless/abusive relationships and infidelity.

POV: You were in a toxic and loveless relationship with your Twisted Wonderland boyfriend. One day, you got do fed up with his cruel mistreatment towards you that you fled school property and into the woods or town in tears, where you met a Royal Sword Academy student, specifically your boyfriend's RSA rival (After all, if Vil has Neige, who's to say the others don't have rivals of their own?) and fall in love with him at first sight, not knowing that he is a Royal Sword Academy Student and more importantly, your boyfriend's rival. So, you begin cheating on your boyfriend with him. Every time you and your boyfriend had a fight, which was pretty much all the time these days, you would sneak out of school to not only vent, not only go on a date with, not only even make out with, but fuck his RSA rival right behind his back, not knowing that he is your BF's RSA rival. When you first find out his identity, you initially panic . . . but then . . . you get an idea. You decided that you would not only cheat on your boyfriend with his RSA rival, but conspire with him to ruin your boyfriend's life. Once your boyfriend's reputation and dignity (and career, if he has one) have been ruined by you and his RSA rival, you immediately dump him and transfer over to Royal Sword Academy, where you and your now ex-boyfriend's RSA rival get together and live happily ever after.

Twisted Wonderland characters and Their Respective RSA Rivals:

Riddle Rosehearts - Alexander “Alex” Wondrionne

Ace Trappola - Michael Bavarder

Deuce Spade - Gabriel Bavarder

Trey Clover - Chenille Sommerfly

Cater Diamond - Che’nya

Leona Kingscholar - Mfalme Lionheart

Ruggie Bucchi - Kufu Heshima

Jack Howl - Moyo Guluwe

Azul Ashengrotto - Rielle Poseidonius

Jade Leech - Flynn Fiskene

Floyd Leech - Skal Havling

Kalim Al-Asim - Jinn Al-Thalatha

Jamil Viper - Jasim Al-Malik

Vil Schoenheit - Neige LeBlanche

Rook Hunt - The Seven Swords (Neige's dwarf friends) (Platonic)

Epel Felmier - Kyle Reinheit

Idia Shroud - Hector Dyneam

Malleus Draconia - Aurelius Rozantine

Lilia Vanrouge - Florian Vancadeau

Silver - Faunus Vancadeau

Sebek Zigvolt - Merwin Vancadeau

His POV after you ruin his life, dump him for his RSA rival, and transfer to RSA:

He knew he was never the perfect boyfriend. He knew he was prideful, arrogant, selfish, and (insert all other negative attributes associated with your chosen Twisted Wonderland boyfriend). But . . . he loved you. He adored you. He gave his heart to you and would literally die all just for you . . . didn't that mean anything? Of course, it didn't. You had made that very clear with how you ran away to Royal Sword Academy like a coward with that bastard whom you conspired with to ruin his life and slept with like a common whore.

No.

He knew he wasn't just an imperfect boyfriend, he knew he was probably the worst boyfriend you had ever had. He knew that you would probably turn against him one day. So why . . . why was he so devastated to know that you had stabbed him in the back by turning your back on him to sleep and conspire with someone else behind his back?

Anyways, congratulations.

You had made a clown out of a king.

No.

You had made a monster out of a man.

Author's note: I usually see Twisted Wonderland x Reader angst to be about complications in the relationship between the Twisted Wonderland character and the reader that cause them to break up or the Twisted Wonderland character flat out mistreating the reader. So, I decided to make something new in which the reader hurts the Twisted Wonderland character. Whenever you're feeling to reeled up after reading some Twisted Wonderland angst, come to this post!

It's Only You

Sebek Zigvolt x GN!Reader

Synopsis: You'd never thought how difficult it could be to love someone without receiving affection back. The daunting realization of your unrequited love led you to leaving him. You never meant much anyways- you were always just there and he was sure you'd return. Time flew by as he waited for your return.

TW: Angst, mentions of death, depression, mentions of unhealthy relationships.

The pitter and patter of rain filled the silence enveloping the room. It was unusual for Sebek to be so silent for he was usually so boisterous, if not impulsive. Whether he was enraged, content, or glum, he was always loud- reckless. It was odd- this thick, suffocating silence that pierced through your skin. A shiver traveled down your spine, your lips forming a thin, straight line.

"Sebek, I said something."

You spoke up, as if offended by his lack of reaction. Never once was he so apathetic. You expected more, much more by an individual who was usually so reckless, so volatile. If not verbally than through expressions, you wanted a reaction- it was a given, you confusion, considering this side was something you'd never seen, no one had ever seen. Yet, there was no response merely a wide-eyed gaze he sent your way.

"If you won't respond then I guess the feeling's mutual."

You spoke up once more, irritation present in your words. A sigh left your lips, his olive gaze still fixed on you. It wasn't as if he didn't speak to spite you- no, it was quite the opposite. He was speechless. Everything was fine, nothing was out of place- both of you were alright, perfectly content together. Then why had you just said you wanted to end it? Was your relationship that meaningless? Did he mean nothing? Was your bond that fickle?

The rain continued to pour down as you packed, taking your things one by one. You presence vanished little by little leaving him alone- in solitude. He stood in the same spot as you removed yourself from his life- his home. His eyes were glassy, not that you noticed.

"Goodbye Sebek."

That was the last thing you said before leaving, suitcase in hand.

He came back to his senses, his voice returning to him as the door shut with a loud 'thud'. He called out your name several times, shouting at the top of his lungs. As if to mock him, the rain pattered against the windows even harder, silencing him. Without a thought he ran outside, his usually neat hair now wet and tousled. His eyes searched for you, his heart drumming inside his chest- his throat was raw from screaming, his vision blurry. His body was soaked, his tears camouflaging- becoming one with the drops of rain. His body shook, a shiver running down his back; it was now he realized that you had left. It wasn't a nightmare, nor a delusion, and it definitely wasn't a joke. This was reality.

Even if he found you, begged you to stay- your answer would remain the same. You were tired. You were sick of being a second option- no, a last resort. Someone or something always came before you. Whether it was his loyalty for Malleus or his affection for knighthood. You were never number one. Frankly, you had been alright with that, knowing your relationship with Sebek was fairly one-sided; you'd begged for his love, had you not? In his eyes you had. Not that he didn't care at all, but just not to the level you did. You were useful to him, always there when he needed you to be. Never once did you think of your own needs- neither did he. That was until you did. There was only so much you could ignore before you felt lonely- alone.

No matter how selfish it sounded, you wanted to bask in his affection. He was your spouse, wasn't he? He made vows to you, didn't he? He was your soulmate, was he not?

Then why were you ditched for his loyalty to Malleus? Then why had he made it clear that you could be replaced, Malleus couldn't? Then why were you never never first- not once?

Why didn't you mean anything to him, who meant everything to you?

Your love was unrequited, to an extent at least. You knew you had agreed to something of this sort upon falling for him- yet this daunting realization hurt more than you wanted it to. You wished for everything to go back to how it was- you wanted to be blind once more. You wanted to unsee this new vision, to go back to your old perception of reality.

You wanted to mend this broken relationship. As if you were a child who had just noticed that life was not, in fact, perfect you tried convincing yourself that it was. You were better off believing in the false perfection of the world- of your relationship. You didn't want to believe that he didn't care. You were not being neglected. You couldn't be.

You just had to communicate, that would fix everything.

You spoke up, he didn't listen. You spoke up once more, he had better things to do. You spoke up again and as expected, he couldn't care less.

It poured down as you spoke up for the last time, this time adding that you were simply leaving. His opinion didn't matter anymore- too many chances had been missed. You weren't a doormat, not any more.

You waited far too long for someone who wouldn't come around. That realization daunted upon him- he was guilty of a crime he wished he hadn't committed.

His body coiled up, quivering as his garments clung to his skin. He sat on the wet road, the sky darkening as the rain roared down. His eyes were fixed on the ground, shameless tears trickling down his face. If Malleus saw him like this- no, if anyone saw him in such a state, he wouldn't mind. He was confused to have such thoughts- he should mind, should he not? You were gone. It shouldn't affect him so much, not at all. What were you? A spouse, but only in name. Then why did his heart pang so loudly? Why was your sweet voice playing in his mind? Why was it now that he saw your pain? Why now, when it was far too late?

His life was different from there on. You had an affect on his life and took on such an important role, yet never realized - if you had, maybe you wouldn't have left. He wished both of you had remained blind, playing house forever- no matter how suffocating it got. Maybe then he wouldn't be so melancholic.

Days passed by.

His halls were empty, signifying his solitude. The little knick knacks you used to keep were gone, those stupid little hand-drawn doodles he used to find on random pieces of paper were all in the past. The times you cooked for him, no matter whether he he liked it or not- he missed it. The scent of your shampoo never lingered around the house anymore, neither did the sound of your sweet voice.

He would stand at the door everyday yet no one came to greet him once he returned home, neither did he have anyone to greet. No one played music that hurt his ears anymore- he never thought he'd miss that. He still made portions for two everyday, leave it on a plate only for the food to go stale. He still clung onto the last bit of hope that you would return- that he wouldn't have to be alone. Yet, everyday you proved him wrong.

Weeks passed by.

Was this how you felt? Was this how your heart ached? He wished he had listened to your rambles, that he'd paid attention to whatever stupid show you used to watch. Maybe if he had then he could watch those shows to remind himself of you- yet he didn't remember. He never thought he could cry so freely, never once had he been someone so sensitive. What else could he even do? There was no one to scold, to scorn at to scream at- he was rendered silent within these walls, isolation along with silence were his only resorts. He had lost his old self, grief took over his previously exuberant self. "He deserved it", he thought.

Your separation from him was his separation from himself. His memory of your was the only thing keeping him going. Every little thing you used to do reminding him of his mistakes, of what could have been. He'd underestimated your worth- he'd underestimated how irreplaceable you were.

Months passed by.

His previous priorities became second while you became number one. The only difference was that you weren't there to witness that. Wherever you were, away from him- you were happier. At least he hoped you were. His door was always open for you though, his heart too. Maybe if he'd cherished you, he wouldn't have lost you.

Despite all his lingering thoughts, he'd realized it was just "if's" now. There was no mending what he'd broken and there was no apologizing for what he did, not when you had clearly severed ties with him.

Was it illicit to hope you'd crawl back to him? That you'd beg him to take you back? It was wrong and he knew it but he couldn't help but delude in such thoughts despite knowing the only one who who'd beg for the other would be him, as of now. Though, he didn't mind begging if it meant you'd return. He knew he was being delusional- you'd never return. He knew that was the best for you, for if you did return- he wouldn't be able to let go no matter how difficult it got for you. He might've gone mad.

A decade passed by.

Years later he saw you, clinging onto another man as you pranced around at a store- one you used to speak of quite often as if urging him to take you. He never did.

As you and the unknown man walked inside the store he couldn't help but follow, silent as ever as he simply observed. He broke the moment he saw you picking a suit for the man beside you. You weren't his and maybe you never were.

He walked out of the store, his eyes stinging as he returned home. You weren't there waiting for him and no one ever would- he wouldn't replace you, not that he could. That would be another insult to your name.

He stood near the same window, on the exact spot where he watched you leave. Just like that day, it was pouring and the room was silent. He called out your name a few times, hoping you'd appear. Was he mad? Surely. Maybe he should drink again- doing so could help him hallucinate of you and if not, at least it would numb the pain.

He sighed as he sat down.

You were incomplete when with him while he was incomplete when without. You meant more than he had previously thought, so much so that it was only you he wanted to live for and with. If that was impossible, why live at all?

Note: If you enjoyed this, please interact with this post, my blog, and reblog! Any kind gestures are greatly appreciated! Thank you!

Note 2: I hope Sebek wasn't too fanon/off, I just really wanted to explore a different side.

Note 3: Any unhealthy behavior depicted in this fic is not condoned nor encouraged by me. If you are facing any mental/physical abuse, please seek help immediately!

im so mentally ill BUT I PROMISE I WONT RANT ONLY ABOUT THE SCARABIA DUO'S TRAUMA IN HERE..

... that being said... (god i'm awful)

Seeing that we see Jamil's childhood and all his memories of being told to be subordinate, it's safe to say that Jamil is less affected by dissociative amnesia, aka traumatic-memory-repressing.

However, does this mean that even though he probably has some repressed memories about his childhood and traumatic experiences, he also remembers some of them?

What if he's the only one who really knows what Kalim has been through? But because of their tragic relationship, he's unable to admit that he feels sorry for Kalim, because in some sense (THAT HE'S TECHNICALLY RIGHT ABOUT), Kalim is the reason for his trauma too.

Both him and Kalim were never able to have normal childhoods, but beyond normalizing this idea, they both struggle to accept the fact that they didn't have it worse than the other.

Kalim deals with this struggle more easily, as you see him developing these realizations through out the main story line, like in book 5 - 30. In fact, he almost immediately forgoes this idea after Jamil stops overblotting, offering Jamil a choice that takes his traumatic past into consideration, while allowing them to still continue a relationship of some sorts. Meanwhile, Jamil has had less/little development on this. He did have a really nice moment in book 5-10 talking to Azul, but other than that, I really haven't seen more moments of his development, which I find rather disappointing on twst's part. I'd really like a nice moment, whether between Jamil and someone else (like the MC), or maybe even between him and Kalim, where he does atleast acknowledge this idea (Kalim having trauma) without compromising the truth that he has also been wronged.

In the end, I doubt this will ever happen, but a girl can dream.. I atleast wish that the fans wouldn't make their relationship in the fandom competitive in regards to "who's-more-traumatized". This isn't a debate, there doesn't need to be a right answer.

i will never get over this..

RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY

thoughts on twst-character-(not yuu)-isekai where they come back before the first overblot after having seen everyone die to grim's overblot, and trying to prevent it all from happening by stopping every overblot? (BIG on kalim doing this because of that one fic that turned oasis maker into a one time wish + only housewarden who hasn't overblotted and has adequate reason to want to save EVERYONE), maybe w/ some repercussions like accumulating blot as an aftermath of stopping the emotional breakdowns cause because it's literally changing the past which is something fate doesn't condone

SIDE NOTE: ending where kalim overblots as a result of rewriting the past and/or dies, or faces some sort of bad ending by fate (isekaied into yuu's world, looses his memories of everyone, made a deal with fate to turn back time and save everyone for the price for his own life, dissolves into golden glitter at the end fairy tale hero style)