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paint-music-with-me · 8 months
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(I know I am missing some smaller little dates but hear me out)
it's interesting that the prominent dates that Top takes Mew on have an element missing:
Laser tag - they are literally SHOOTING AT EACH OTHER! idk how much more clearer it needs to be that they are already not on the same page (even with that whole dynamic switch)
Headphones Club - again, not on the same page cuz they initially weren't listening to the same song but then when they do, they are separate - hearing it and singing it at each other
Blind Dinner - bruh - THEY CANT EVEN SEE EACH OTHER
i think it is very telling how much they spend time together but they dont.....KNOW each other. Not too much anyway (Top's "backstory"). Like juxtapose that with right after the blind dinner and Mew's legit rom-com moment, it goes back to the concert and Ray asks Sand WHAT HIS DREAMS ARE.
CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG BUT IM PRETTY SURE DATING MUCH LESS GETTING TO KNOW SOMEONE IS ACTUALLY ASKING QUESTIONS ABOUT THE PERSON'S LIFE?????
ffs topmew are falling for an idea of each other and are hurtling right over the edge of this cliff
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draculagerard · 10 months
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cliopadra · 10 months
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Begging summer flies to stop missing the absolutely massive open windows. Please. I just wanna sleep in peace.
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acekindaneat · 1 year
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Good thing there's espers on board, no car crashes today everyone 👍
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solarisfortuneia · 2 months
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— 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.
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and the smell of camphor dancing in the wind.
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✦ info: he didn't know he'd lose you so soon. (come back, please. even if it is just for five more minutes.)
✦ featuring: alhaitham.
✦ warnings: angst, character death (reader), heartache, 1.2k words, somewhat proof-read.
✦ notes: i cried so goddamn hard writing this. why is my first work after hiatus pain. why did i pick up the angst wip. but!! i'm writing again, so that's good. (more notes at the end.)
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he didn’t know that it was your last day together. 
he didn’t know that the smile you gave him that afternoon, your eyes sparkling like sunlight upon the serene waves of the ocean, would be the last he’d ever see. that the playful light in your gaze would fade so very soon, slipping through his fingers like sand.
he didn’t know that last night would be the last time he held you close while you drifted off to sleep. he didn’t know that today would be the last time he’d wake up with you.
he didn’t think he’d lose you like this. 
he didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to save you from that blow. 
“please, please,”  he begs, both to you and to whatever force that is just barely holding you together. “just stay with me for five more minutes, please. until i can get you somewhere.” 
the rain soaks him to the bone, clothes and hair sticking to his skin. your lips stay motionless, eyes shut.
“wake up, please,”  he bargains. “you can have all the five minutes of extra sleep you want later, i promise. just—”  his vision blurs, and something shines on the ground before it is gone, swallowed by damp earth, lost amidst drops of falling rain. 
desperately, he tears off parts of his traveling cloak to staunch the bleeding. deep inside, he knows it is futile. he knows your wound is too great. he knows what lies ahead. but he cannot help but press the cloths to your wound and pray. 
please, please tell me it’ll be okay. 
please stay with me, beloved. i’ll read you all the books in the world. i’ll sleep in with you everyday, even if we end up whiling away our time. 
please. stay. stay with me. i can’t lose you yet.  
“— just wake up, beloved.” 
by some miracle, your eye flutters. just a bit. just enough to set hope ablaze, just enough for the grip on his heart to loosen a tiny bit. he buries his face in your shoulder, resting his head against your neck, uncaring of the blood that stains his clothes. your blood. on his clothes. his hands. everywhere. 
no. no. this can’t be happening.
he feels you strain beneath him, your unwounded arm gently, weakly brushing his back. he jolts upright, eyes trained on your face. you send a frail smile his way. he clasps your face softly as you nuzzle into his palm.
“alhaitham—” 
his full name. archons, how long has it been since you called him that?  
“— take good care of yourself, okay?” you tell him, chest heaving, your fingertips touching a tear on his cheeks. “i love you. so much.” 
those are the last words he hears fall from your lips. he presses a kiss to your forehead, to your eyelids, and to your cheeks and to your lips, over and over and over until he feels your breath slow, hoping they’ll say what he knows he cannot manage to choke out.
i love you. 
he stays there next to you for who knows how long, holding you until the rain slows and a faint rainbow smiles in the sky.
until he can’t smell camphor anymore.
every person has their curiosities. 
they’re just the little traits that set them apart from others, the things that make them tick just a little bit differently, the things that make them, them.
for instance, someone may be obsessed with collecting tiny furniture, while another eats the crusts off their sandwich before actually consuming it. someone may have an affinity for the most niche aspects of linguistics, while another can accurately predict the next raindrop that slides down a window pane.
after all, no two people are exactly alike, are they?
alhaitham knows he’s got his fair share of these curiosities himself. his aversion to soup and all things that resemble it, to name one. and with you, he’d noticed two things. 
number one: the scent of camphor that seems to linger on every inch of your person. 
he’d caught whiff of it almost immediately the first time you met. you were but one of his juniors in the akademiya, filled with bright-eyed curiosity and anxiety to match. you had tripped over a stair and bumped into his table in the library, bringing the mountain of books in your arms crashing down.
and with subsequent coincidental meetings, he learnt that the subtle scent of camphor dancing in the air meant you weren’t far away. 
you were, unfortunately, one of the poor souls who seemed to be cursed with constantly recurring minor illnesses, and almost always walked about with a stuffy nose. and so, you always carried a small disc of camphor in a handkerchief, as well as in your pocket.
you swore up and down, left, right and center that sniffing the vapors helped make breathing easier.
‘it’s my grandmother’s remedy, alhaitham! camphor always works wonders. well, that and eucalyptus oil.”
alhaitham may not know the validity of your claim or the legitimacy of the cure, but he knew to never, ever question a grandmother’s remedy. that, and he’d much rather refrain from starting a back-and-forth about something so small.
and number two: your neverending pleas of different variations of ‘just five more minutes!’ 
“five more minutes, ‘haitham. please.” you’d whine grumpily when he woke you up to start your day. “let me sleep in for five more minutes.” 
“five more minutes, habibi,” you’d ask when he put down the story you’d requested he read out to you before bedtime. “read me the part where she finds the music box?”
“five more minutes, baby,” is what you’d tell him when he asks how much longer you’d take getting ready. “you can’t rush perfection!”
those five more minutes were never five minutes long. 
but he’d always, always indulged you and those pleading eyes of yours. as stoic as he appeared to be, you lived in his heart. of course he could never deny you anything under the sun.
alhaitham remembers that silly little song you sang over and over, the one you’d learnt from a kid in the bazaar. he’d taken you to see one of nilou’s performances, and, friendly soul that you were, you’d struck up a conversation with some of the eager audience members before the play. 
“oh, how i wish i was a bird flying free,
i’d see the world, every mountain and every sea!
oh, how i wish i was a cloud in the sky,
wouldn’t you like to wave to me as i pass by?”
you’d hum that rhyme on every idle afternoon.
loss is inevitable. he knows that, with how logical and rational and straightforward he is. he’d lost his parents, but he was far too young to remember. he’d lost his grandmother, but she passed in her sleep of old age, serene and wise.
but you? he didn’t think you’d leave him this soon. a singular wish sits in his soul, making its home in his bones. 
a wish that you’d come back, somehow. 
he wishes you gave him five more minutes, just as he always did.  but he knows that you could’ve given him five more hours, five more days, five more years and five more decades and it would still not be enough time spent with you. 
a blue feathered bird comes to perch on his shoulder, interrupting his musings just as he raises his face to the sky. he sees the heart shaped cloud that floats idly above sumeru city.
 he thinks of the rhyme again, and something in him tells him to wave. and so he does. a scent so familiar lingers, faintly brushing his nose in the wind that picks up.
“alhaitham, it's time to go.”  kaveh calls his name softly.
 alhaitham doesn't move. “five more minutes,”  he says, echoing your favorite phrase. “i smell camphor in the breeze.” 
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✦ extra notes: my alhaitham characterization for this fic stems from how i believe that when alhaitham is attached, he's attached. so i focused more on that, and less of all that rationality and whatnot. this one loves deeply, yk?
that camphor thing is a real grandma remedy in our household (my mom would tie some in a hanky and put some under my pillow and still to this day reminds me to do it when i'm sick) which is what originally sparked the idea for this
when i'd initially started this wip, i didn't expect it go this way. usually i write with my brain, but i think i wrote this one with my fingers working faster than i can think hsjhsj so sorry if it's kinda out of place lmao but yk what? i'm happy with it still even though i feel like it doesn't have my usual quality.
thanks for reading.
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basilpaste · 3 months
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hey you should play in stars and time. HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I THINK YOU SHOULD PLAY IN STARS AND TIME? you should! its good! play game!!!
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moralesmilesanhour · 2 months
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Seems like this really hit home in the sibling fandom
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skyshroom · 1 month
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‘When you think about me, why do you always bring up the ball?’ Fabian is not beating the gay allegations this episode unfortunately
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daydream-draws · 5 months
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some of my faves,,,,,
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thormanick · 1 year
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…Headcanon that the next time Kaveh gets in trouble in desert (where he is on a research trip with Alhaitham) and is lost/separated from his companion, the three desert foxes come to his help out of nowhere and lead him back to Alhaitham.
When they are back and Alhaitham listens to Kaveh telling him about how the foxes helped him, one of the aforementioned foxes intensely stares Alhaitham dead in the eyes. Alhaitham stares back at it, and after a few moments barely noticeably nods.
For the sake of his (exhausted after a whole day in the desert) sanity Kaveh asks no questions. Alhaitham acts like nothing happened. The foxes return to the desert the next day when they depart.
A silent “We entrust the good human to you. Please, take care of him,” remains a small secret between the desert and the scribe (as well as a request he will gladly see to).
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meirimerens · 4 months
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"[dark academia tiktoker voice] emotionally, i'm in a 1940s boarding school and i've just fallen in love with a tall blonde boy [...]" in 1940s europe you're not going to no boarding school you're going to the FRONT for the last push to Berlin, you're sheltering from AIR RAIDS with entire families inside of the subway network, and once it's over your ass is queuing for FOOD RATION TICKETS and helping pick the RUBBLE off the STREETS. drop that fake british accent POSER 😭😭 don't they got ''academia'' in ''dark academia''. don't you people learn about WWII.
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paint-music-with-me · 7 months
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WAIT DID MEW PUT THE AUDIO ON THE SPEAKERS!?!?!
WHEN HE WAS ON THE PHONE IN THE BEDROOM, HE LOOKED DOWN AT THE SPEAKERS. AND THEN WHEN TOP TURNS HIS HEAD TO THE DOOR, IT WAS CUZ THE MUSIC WAS PLAYING-
MEW FUCKING DROPPED THE AUDIO AS LOUDLY AS POSSIBLE ON THE FUCKING SPEAKERS
HE BLANKETED THE FUCKING BEDROOM WITH THAT AUDIO
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draculagerard · 9 months
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They should invent a way to simultaneously read a fic read a book draw art write watch television listen to music and listen to a podcast
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cliopadra · 9 months
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THE LAST DOUBLE DIGIT DAY IS UPON US! 10 DAYS LEFT TILL GOOD OMENS SEASON 2, EVERYBODY!
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callmegaith · 5 months
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Down the Rabbit Hole pt.4
LOOP CONCLUDED
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3
comic/David playlist
thank u everyone so much for joining me and David on this small trip. Hopefully there will be more to come in the future :D
And again, thank u for encouraging me and supporting me to create something so special about a character that I love so deeply 🥰
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yaboybenji423 · 2 months
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Yellow sticky note = Time Room in my brain and I had to doodle him
God I haven’t done cursive in SOOO long. Also, I would’ve colored him in but I don’t have the right colors + I’m more of a color pencil person, not good with markers
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