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atrollnamedlexi · 11 days

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Larimar

Species:

Sharktroll (Hybird of Nurse and Hammerhead sharktroll)

Birthday:

November 21

Age:

at least on his 20

Family:

-Tank and Tide (Sire and carrier, dads)

-Night (Older brother @/roshellow29)

-Urchin (Younger twin? @/sweetcinnamonrolls )

- Timber, River(@/ameliaoxx), Blanco(@/xyuniconnijix), Gale, Olive, Blade, Aqua(@/sparklijam) (All younger brothers)

-Melody (baby sister, @/sparklijam)

-Shadow (@/nicholejonesandfamily, Husband/Fiancé)

-Coral, Azure, Emerson, Adair, Jasper, Onyx, Ajax (Children)

Personality:

Despite having a nurturing disposition, Larimar does have a slight anger management problem. He becomes enraged when he or anyone he cares for is threatened. He also has a... unique mischievous nature, He'll laugh when he answers a question, and it confuses the troll more or to watch someone he doesn't like squirm or be confused for stupid reasons

More facts

Laris younger brother Timber clings onto him, but he doesn't seem to mind

He prefers tea over coffee, he doesn't like how bitter it is

He has a LOT of random stuff in his hair

Don't touch his face. He gets scared if you do

He has a weird relationship with Goldfish, the fish would randomly follow him

(WARNING: THIS NEXT PART DOES CONTAIN CONTENT OF TRAFFICKING, IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT CLICK OFF THIS POST)

Story

Larimar traveled to the BeatBox barrier reef, the reef neighboring the Techno reef to seek out job opportunities. He worked as a battle planner there, drawing on his career's prior assassination experiences to inform his plans. At a party, a medic showed km new intelligence. His boss, Marshall (who was not Marshall at the time), thought the medic was a "gift" and allowed him to go with the medic. It turns out this medic was in a cancel with a shady foul of folks, which is the reason his eye was not missing fortunately, Raven rescued him and convinced him to go home. Larimar doesn't not speak of this incident.

#larimar the hybrid #I AM DONE #AND HERE HE IS #I did one before this one but that post posted and i wasn’t done with it but heres this one and its finshed #trolls world tour #trolls oc #sharktrolls #I don't remember who owned Timber but in sorry i didn't credit you if you see this and I was gunna credit Sparklijam but..idk #my art

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glamorousruins · 2 years

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𝔄𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔢 - 𝔍𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩 𝔙𝔦𝔭𝔢𝔯

Summary: When allowed to wander, the mind can create the most beautiful of tomorrows. In these delusions, one can desire as freely as they wish; yearn as desperately as they're able to. Anything can, and will, become as you demand it. Paradise becomes a mere thought away. And in Jamil's paradise, he finally gets what he deserves.

Jamil Viper | Kalim Al-Asim | One-shot

TW: Depictions and brief mentions of betrayal, bullying, and alienation are portrayed.

Notes: Kinda a character analysis moment! I really wanted to write the build-up of repressed emotions that led Jamil to where he was in chapter 4. So here it is!

Word Count: 1.8 K

Jamil had always known he was a hypocrite.

Always quick to bow and serve yet scowl when backs are turned. He was two-faced, a liar, a deceiver. None could say they ever truly interacted with the true version of himself. Each disguise of his was meticulously crafted for each and every situation. Ever shifting and changing, Jamil utilized each mask to protect the most important one of all. Though he liked to argue that rather than hypocrisy it was him simply indulging in the delicate art of concealment.

An intelligent man such as he knows better than to blatantly expose one's true intent for all to see. What good would it do for his plans if he were to shed light on what he had been working on?

It was common sense, really.

You see, one's true intentions are their biggest weakness. It's what motivates one to do the things that they do. To have such a fragile, vulnerable thing be exposed in the open for annihilation is simply no good.

Could you really blame him for becoming a master of hiding his intentions? Would you allow him to have this simple, small thing just this once?

Why he had quite the constricting upbringing after all. He had learned to bite his tongue before he learned to walk. He learned to always remain two steps behind, never daring to take a step forward. Always held back, Jamil learned quickly the life he was destined to have. A life he could not change until the day he dies.

It was so tiring, watching the days pass him by while the cycle repeats over and over again. Forced to entertain the ignorant while betraying his own desires yet again. Forced to fail and remain with the unworthy that surrounded him.

Forced to be everything less than he could be. Then he should be.

Oh, how this resentment grew and festered within. There was so little he could claim as his own without someone else copying or trying to one-up him as if they haven't done so already. Especially when it came to a certain heir, Jamil found himself swirling with bitterness inside.

He had a family. So did Kalim. He had a sister. So did Kalim, many of them in fact. He had a passion for dancing. So did Kalim.

He had a whole list of things stripped from him, it's a list he had worked on since long ago. And as much as he'd love to indulge you in this, he understands the importance of timing. Time is of the essence, and in this hourglass of a school, the sands will soon run out.

Yet, for the first time in his life, he finally is the one holding the hourglass. Watching as the only thing that ever held him back in life drowns in the ever-sinking sand pool below him. Amused he is as he shakes the hourglass, watching the sand dunes capture and engulf the helpless.

Oh, how wonderful it felt to be the one in control.

Control. Power. Both are thrilling and liberating feelings that are intoxicatingly addictive. The more he dabbled and caressed them, the more he yearned for their entirety. Their sweet promises of fulfillment encourage him to continue on, to go further than he planned; to accomplish the impossible.

The best part is, no one would ever know what had led to the becoming of the Al-Asim heir. No one. Why, how could anyone ever suspect the quiet servant of the heir? Ever present, caring, and doting; Jamil had been nothing but considerate and helpful as he'd always been. As he'd been born to do.

He'd watch with concern, shouting for the students to reconsider, to have mercy on the soon-to-be ex-dorm leader! Please! He's done no wrong, right? Oh, look at how he cries! Won't you have pity on him?

Helplessly, he'll watch his master get overthrown by his very own people, discarded, and left for dead. Oh, how he'd weep for his return. This... this is madness! Can't you see his good-heartedness? Without Kalim's sunlight ruling the dorm, how will they prevail?

Is Scarabia to fall?

To crumble to ruin without law and order?

What will become of them?

Oh goodness! How could they ever possibly carry on-

Hm?

Oh. Do you wish for him to take over the position? The smart, handsome, and ever-helpful vice dorm leader who has always had your back? Who had coordinated everything you've ever known? The never wavering or faltering figure who backed your little coup from the sidelines?

Well...

He supposes he could do that... he does know what the dorm leader's responsibilities consist of. And he has been basically running this place since Kalim's reign... He supposes he could take a crack at it...

And that's how easily the pieces would fall into place. Cast out and overshadowed, Jamil greatly anticipated the day that Kalim would be shunned within his own dorm. The students treat Kalim less than Jamil had been treated long ago, seeing him as less than his birth title demands. Sweet, sweet vengeance would come in the form of Kalim's downfall. He'd smile in the face of his master's teary face, listening to the choked sobs of betrayal, fear, and hurt.

He'd console him, patting his back, whispering sweet deceits of comfort. Maybe you should go back home. Don't you know how much your family misses you? What about your siblings? Or perhaps, you simply need a new start. Everyone knows about what happened to you, it's all they talk about. How about RSA? Maybe they don't know about what happened, you could start all over again. That would be good, wouldn't it? A new place where you aren't stared down or whispered about in the halls. You could meet so many new people, Kalim. You don't have that many options left, so it wouldn't hurt to give transferring a try, right?

He'd be right there at the gates of NRC, watching as Kalim is walked out with all of his many belongings. The gentle breeze delicately caressing Jamil's face, signaling the beginning of a new chapter.

He'd watch Kalim tearfully look back at him, fear and loneliness already evident in his eyes.

He'd see the way his eyes would plead for Jamil to run after him, just as he had done so countless times.

Kalim's hand would reach out shakily, begging him to take it. Join him- they can go together.

They can start all over again together.

They can have their happy ending. Just like they deserve.

Just as Jamil promised.

And Jamil would smile at him.

An apathetic type of smile that just reeks of achieved vengeance.

It would all come together so beautifully. He wouldn't be able to come with Kalim, for Jamil was admitted before Kalim and now takes on the role of dorm leader. The dorm had already been in a frenzy since the coup, would they be able to handle another leader disappearing? Kalim's family would be in an uproar, for how dare their son be overthrown?! They'd take a personal offense and transfer him regardless, deeming NRC unfit for their heir of a son.

And Jamil would be left behind to his own devices.

Just as he always wanted.

He can feel it now. He'd rise up the ranks so quickly that the teachers are stunned. This average student... suddenly becoming one of the most prominent students in NRC? He'd become more competitive in everything he does, especially in basketball. Quick and agile like a serpent, he dominates the court and scores basket after basket.

He'd be vocal and ever-present in the dorm meetings. Pushing for what he wants and never compromising. He would shape his dorm into his personal playground. At his beck and call, his students would scramble to adhere to his voice.

If he so much demanded it, the students would dance like fools. He'd stuff their faces full of crackers, and he would crackle at the way they choke and sputter. He'd make them bow down and feed him fruits. He'd make them fan him off as he basks within the sun that he now claimed as his.

Adorned in the finest of jewels and gold, he'd sit above them all on his throne. Grinning at his perfect paradise where he decides what is true and what is false. He'd become persuasive, dominating, and drunk off the power.

His perfect paradise would finally come to fruition.

Life would be as it should be. As it was destined to be.

"Jamil?"

Dazed eyes blink back into focus. The illusion of paradise dissipates from his mind.

"Aha, Jamil! I was worried for a second there, you zoned out. You don't usually do that- are you feeling ill? Don't worry, Jamil! I can have one of the family doctors come to check you out!"

Loud. Annoying. Overbearing.

Jamil is quick to realize what he had been doing. Ah. That's right. He and Kalim had just finished "studying" at the library and it was time to head back.

"No need. I'm alright," he answers dismissively, gently nudging Kalim forward so that they can continue walking.

"Ehh?? But- are you sure? What if you're coming down with something?! How about I make some soup for you? That'll cheer you up, Jamil!"

Their voices echo and float throughout the empty hallways as they make the trek back to their dorm.

It's almost pitiful to watch.

A loud, joyous heart pouring warmth onto a loved one. The unwavering sun glows brightly, laughing as he sparks life into the dark and gloomy hallways. So misplaced he is.

And the silent, stoic serpent who basks within the darkness listens dutifully. He slithers precisely, following behind his unsuspecting prey. He's as calculated as ever.

His eyes watch the fool bounce forward, Kalim's eyes are closed as he grins so widely. Jamil watches him thoughtlessly giggle and yell in joy as he soon moves on to the next topic; Jamil's sudden "illness" is long gone from his mind.

He feels it coiling inside, that same hatred slowly becoming something more violent pooling on the inside.

He can feel it trying to strike out. To sink its fangs on the fool before him.

The temptation is nearly too strong.

Kalim lets out a little startled gasp, turning to look at Jamil with wide eyes.

The now present hand on the heir's shoulder tightens its grip ever so slightly before the vice dorm leader speaks.

"Come along, Kalim. It's time for dinner."

"Ahaha you're right! The time must've slipped my mind!"

They bound forward together, master and servant with the promise of a hearty meal.

Kalim smiles gleefully, unaware that Jamil is now exactly two steps before him, leading him to the dorm.

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