100 Pity Later And Only 60 Gems Left

100 pity later and only 60 gems left

I'm happy I got him BUT WTF DUDE

About to put all my gems into Suitor Ace and I hope I won't regret this

pro tip and  yes  another meme redraw

Okay but like people who include Ruggie in the Vice Housewardens group are my favorite. Like he isn't officially one or anything, but he deserves it. Dude does so much (even tho with Leona it's more of mutualism than anything) but doesn't get that recognition smh

she’s a 10 but she’s a fanfic author who spends her time torturing fictional characters on ao3 instead of going to therapy

@/raven-at-the-writing-desk made a post about Rook in EN calling Jamil a literal pyramid, and I didn’t know about this so Miss Raven, it’s okay, I’m a decade late-

Anyways, I did a little bit of researching and came up with an unorganised blurb of analysis:

**Take note, that these are just thoughts. Don’t take them seriously-

The building of pyramids. Pyramids usually require tons of limestones (or whatever the bricks are made of) to build a pyramid, and thus requires a lot of people (servants more specifically) to build this pyramid. In a way, the pyramid was built as a burial for kings and queens or a resurrection machine for royalty, but in any case, it was built for royalty. You could say that maybe Rook understood the desires of Jamil wanting people to serve him, to feel like he’s the one with power, just like the building of the pyramid and how many servants to build it for one pharaoh.

The pyramid itself is a symbol of power and luxury of the pharaohs, which is again, something that Jamil has /had yearned for. Perhaps it is something similar?

The building of the pyramid (the interior mostly) is a very smart design. One example is that because of the material used, and the fact Egyptians have built an ancient form of air conditioning that has the pyramid interior be at a constant 20 degrees no matter how hot it is outside. The pyramid outside looks plain and almost unethical (I think?? BECAUSE GOD HOW DO YOU MAXIMISE SPACE FOR BURIAL WITH A SHAPE THAT DESCENDS UPWARDS AT FIRST GLANCE RIGHT???? I DON’T KNOW BUT I STILL THINK THE PYRAMID IS COOL-) but inside is where you start to realise how amazing it is. For Jamil, he’s seen as an average student who gets average grades, but in reality, Jamil is a very intelligent and talented person. Perhaps that practical analysis of the pyramid is similar to the portrayal of Jamil.

There are anomaly heat spots found within the pyramid. While most of the temperature in other chambers is around 20 degrees, surprisingly the king’s chamber temperature is 68 degrees, as the room is made of a different material compared to the rest of the pyramid interior. This could also be a reference to Jamil’s “hidden side” but I like to take this comparison a step further to say it can also mean the residing jealousy of Jamil towards Kalim. Kalim’s basically like a king, the “pharaoh” of the “pyramid”. Red, hot anger is related with jealousy, just like the temperature of the king’s chamber which is heated. In a way, it could also refer to Jamil’s true feelings of being a servant.

Then there’s just the surface layer analysis that a pyramid consists of many layers, like many talents Jamil has, but this one is honestly the weakest-

Or not- idk-

Word Count: 1,309

Reader Type: Gender Neutral

Story Type: Twisted Wonderland

Beware: Angst, Mentions of Death

Summary: Everyone misses you. but Grim misses you the most.

Key terms: n/a

Rook’s Notes: I've felt pretty down lately, and this happened.

Grim looked around the spacious bedroom. He jumped onto the queen size bed and claimed his usual spot on the right side. Softly he pawed the empty pillow by him. A downhearted purr echoed through the room as his small paw patted the dusty cushion. The burning sensation itching his cyan eyes only worsen.

"I am just a kitten. Hardly fit my mittens." Grim hoarsely purred while curling up on the pillow. Laying his head on the cushion rather than his paw, "Much too small, I figure. One day I'll be bigger…"

The nonsense residents of Heartslabyul didn't have their unbirthdays as cheerful. Their desserts weren't as sweet anymore as Trey had slowly lost his sense to bake. He would often make a few treats to distract himself, but those baked goods didn't hold the same flavor as they once did. Cater continued his social appearance, but the ginger would find himself in the rose garden when left alone. He would pick roses and paint them (color), not paying mind if he got in trouble as (color) seemed so beautiful than the dreadful red or empty white. Riddle would be held up in his room most of the time. Reading to himself before speaking out loud, he stopped himself multiple times when not receiving an answer from his commentary. "One day I'll be a great big kitty cat. Uses open windows to go from flat to flat."

Savanaclaw reverted to their old ways. No more socializing with weaklings or non-beastmen. Leona rather spent time in his dorm than in the garden, claiming the grass was too itchy. The plants were damaging his senses as his eyes would water. Jack's workout routine kept him active as he continued to train. However, he would stop every once in a while to catch his breath before snapping out of his daze with a light scowl. The mischievous Ruggie didn't pull pranks as the childish acts didn't cheer his sour mood without someone to help. Even the taste of donuts was bitter when he ate alone in the cafeteria.

Azul looked at the quiet lounge and signed at the empty seat by him. The paperwork is seemingly endless without an extra hand, especially when the help would distract him when he got frustrated. Tucked away in the forest, Jade quietly hiked through nature as his eyes scanned the ground. he tilted his head slightly to look behind him but shifted his eyes back to the ground in search of mushroom, not enjoying the lone hike as he used to. Floyd stared at the ceiling of his room while the a deep frown on his face. Bringing the shrimp plush towards him, the usually mischievous boy feels more tired than normal.

As lively as the halls of Scarabia, Kalim felt void of light. He could seem to hold his smile for longer than a minute, his dormmates noticing the lack of energy when he walked the halls. Jamil lost his sense of excessing and revolted back to his tucked-away nature of being average. His dancing becomes more intense as he ignores their memories and cheers.

"I am just a kitten. Hardly fit my mittens. Much too small, I figure. One day I'll be bigger. One day I'll be all grown up and strong."

The three beauties of Pomefiore grew bored without their admiring fan. Vil didn't have the usual urge to shop and dare he say- he lost the appeal to maintain his beauty routine when he passed a mirror. Rook grew bored as the students all looked dull to him, none appealing to his standards anymore. Epel slowly lost his nerve to bother working out and bite his tongue on makeup, covering up the bags under his eyes from sleepless nights.

Keyboard keys echoed the poorly lit room while the screen flashed with bright colors. Idia emptily stared at the computer while he built his character, focusing his entire mind on making the little icon identical. Ortho sat in the corner of the room as he built a hologram. Using every part of his memory software to mimic their voice so the brothers could have comfort during their hard days.

Diasomia shut itself away once more after the dreadful day. Lilia turned from being teasing and playful to forever strict. He stop being friendly when his closest friend left him alone. The usual loud mouth Sebek turned rather quiet as days went by, being rather more reserved. The quiet Silver revolted back to his old self of being distant and focused on his Knight training, however, the dull ache in his chest would hurt when he looked towards the clock. Reminding himself that he would need to take a break after hearing the small voice that haunts him. Malleus sighed during his nightly walk. He lost interest in interacting with the student body, the need to silence the thoughts growing with each passing day after losing his companion.

"But until then, I'll just purr and sing along."

Deuce and Ace both looked at one another as they heard the feline's broken purrs. The redhead pressed his back against the doorframe while humming to the purrs. He closed his eyes while faintly hearing the words to the small lullaby in his head. The ravenette listened to his friend hum as he sat down on the floor. Every night. They would hear you sing that lullaby without fail, as silly as it was that was the only way for Grim to fall asleep. The pair knew this and it hurt. Your absence had created a great void in their hearts. In everyone's hearts.

Ramshackle hasn't felt like home. Its clean halls had collect dust over time as the common room had a cloth over the furniture for no one dared clean. The once rowdy dorm had turned muted that even the ghosts found it too eerie. All the other dorms felt the effect of the absence as time went by.

Your absence bought great grief to everyone, but Grim had to worse impact. He had all his memories with you from the best funniest ones to the scary frightening ones. The warmth that once radiated from your desk chair grew cold after a week and caused him to move to the bed. He would avoid your side as much as possible, remember how you would hold him close at night. However, he misses your arms around him. He misses listening to your heartbeat after a hard day of class.

He remembers seeing you study on your desk every day while he slacked off. The first time you sang that stupid lullaby. You were humming while writing down notes, while he ate away at his tuna. The feline ears twitched when he heard your light meowing. Tilting his head he popped up beside you, catching your attention.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

He said nothing but stare at you. A blud went off in your eyes before you picked him up and set him down on your lap, running a hand through his fur as you went back to humming. The silly song was his comfort every day and night because you would always smile while humming it.

It was your humming that bought him back when he overblobbed. It was the lullaby that woke him up when you called out to him. It was your smile that forever haunts him when remembers his jaw opening.

Grim let out a weak cry as he buried himself into your old pillow. Wishing wholeheartedly that you come back to him. Promising to the night sky that he would be better if it meant seeing you next to him. He would swear on his favorite cans of tuna that he was the good feline you proudly proclaimed.

"My little kitten.." He just wants to hear you call him one more time..