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I know some people are out here saying hai.tham is being cute and sweet with pai.mon by providing her reading stuff etc two years in a row, but I mean this from the bottom of my heart, my alhai.tham is ��� making fun of her

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my fave part of doing icons for haitham is he literally makes the same damn expression 99.9% of the time so in the end, what's the point.

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           𝐚𝐥   -   𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦   𝐢𝐬   𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐨   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠   𝐚𝐧𝐝   dance   between   them   -   used   to   tending   to   kaveh   when   he   slumps   into   his   worsts,   even   if   on   occasion   the   scribe's   actions   hardly   assist   and   can   even   harm.   but   it's   never   without   the   best   intention,   hidden   beneath   layers   of   callousness   and   narcissism,   the   scribe   is   a   gentle   soul   at   least...   for   kaveh.   it's   always   been   different   for   him,   even   when   they   were   students   and   al   -   haitham   was   a   scrawny   scholar,   nearly   a   head   shorter   than   the   man   before   him   and   regularly   awed   by   his   sunshine   tinged   presence.   now?   now   things   were   much   different.   a   decade   behind   them,   a   lot   more   muscle   on   al   -   haitham's   body,   and   kaveh   drinking   his   wine,   spending   his   mora,   and   moping   around   his   (   their   )   house   for   reasons   he   cannot   begin   to   fathom.   

           the   scribe   is   not   an   emotional   person   at   his   core,   nor   does   he   feel   in   shades   of   grey.   it   is   black   and   white   -   all   or   nothing.   quick   to   settle   his   troubles   and   move   on,   al   -   haitham   has   issues   digesting   the   complexity   of   kaveh's   sweet,   artist's   soul,   and   has   long   since   given   up   trying.   could   he   perhaps   handle   it   a   little   more   gently?   yes.   but   he   never   dished   out   what   kaveh   couldn't   take,   and   this   was   no   exception.   

           ❝   hm.   ❞   is   all   he   says,   fingertips   lingering   against   that   warm   scalp   -   tangled   amongst   tresses   of   spun   gold   and   perhaps,   just   perhaps   taking   a   moment   to   card   through   the   remainder   of   kaveh's   hair,   luxuriating   in   the   feel   against   his   hand,   rubbing   oh   so   gently   at   his   scalp...   al   -   haitham   thinks   he   too,   could   stay   like   this,   the   warmth   of   kaveh's   body   bowed   towards   him,   his   soft   and   perfumed   scent   heating   his   core...   even   the   scribe   cannot   repress   the   deep   inhale   that   leaves   him   and   then...

           that   hand   once   at   kaveh's   hair   drifts   down   to   his   chin,   stroking   lightly.   there   is   a   momentary   rustle   as   al   -   haitham   shifts,   a   closing   of   a   cabinet,   the   sound   of   a   bottle   uncorking,   and   then   his   hand   is   back   along   the   architect's   jaw,   tilting   his   face   upwards   -   and   peering   into   jeweled   eyes   with   a   minutely   softened   gaze.   ❝   come   on.   ❞   he   murmurs,   tone   like   warm   honey,   as   he   gently   dabs   the   silkflower   cloth   (   bathed   in   some   makeup   removing   concoction,   he   didn't   know   -   he   just   saw   kaveh   use   it   a   lot   )   over   the   elder's   eyes.   ❝   we   need   to   get   this   off,   or   you'll   really   be   whining   in   the   morning   -   eyes   closed,   kaveh.   ❞   and   then   he's   back   to   dabbing,   so   painfully   gentle   as   he   strokes   away   meticulously   applied   cosmetics   with   tenderness   only   a   man   as   enraptured   as   al   -   haitham   could   possess.   

"  gah !  "  kaveh's startled when a hand comes and takes the cup of wine from his hand,  "  hey ! i wasn't done - !  "  and with confusion, he feels hands grabbing at him  -  for a moment, it triggers a sense of panic  :  what was he doing? what was he going to do?  "  al  -  haitham, let go.  "  he protests. his hand even smacks itself upon the broad expanse of the scribe's back, locks spun of gold already in more disarray as he fussed. but he doesn't expect the bathroom to be their destination  . . .  he doesn't stink does he? that would be an embarrassing thing to be left unspoken, why was this even happening?

a sound leaves kaveh  -  "  uhf  -  "  and he finds himself placed upon the counter. al  -  haitham is slotting himself between his legs and his muddled mind is racing miles per second. whoa, whoa, wh  -  oh. the scribe's hands are careful, meticulous when they begin taking out the clips in kaveh's hair. even in the light of the bathroom, his eyes glitter in reflection as he stares at al  -  haitham. as if he is meeting this man for the first time ever, or possibly finally seeing him than that terrible personality of his. what he has always known al  -  haitham to be. his skin prickles under the other's touch, he hated how it sent shivers along the surface. hates how easy it made him behave to receive a modicum of gentleness. he  . . .  he didn't deserve it.

even when al  -  haitham scolds him, kaveh blinks and watches, he knows his makeup is probably smudged and running hideous streaks at the corners. of course he'd complain about how kaveh would ruin his weekend, but hasn't he always said this? always pointed out how his whining was grating, or he'd adjust his headset to cancel out his whinging entirely.  "  wine gives me far less of a headache than having to talk to you on a normal day.  "  he didn't mean to say that, or did he? he doesn't know, but that comeback sat heavy upon his tongue, ready to free itself.

but the architect visibly melts when haitham's now working through the braid. they're so firm, and careful, and it's a delicate touch, and he doesn't know how to respond. he doesn't want the touch to leave, but he  . . .  wants it to? he doesn't know what to think, with haitham so close, kaveh can smell the familiar scent of al  -  haitham's soap. the scribe's lips moved, yes, but he doesn't quite hear what he says because he's leaning forward and silently resting his head upon that shoulder. slumped. melting against that frame. his hands don't move to touch him further, though, and kaveh closes his eyes. long locks cascading down in past  -  braided waves of gold, whereas his eyes relax, hidden away from the world.

"  don't move.  "  he lazily suggests,  "  at least  . . .  for a moment  . . .  "

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           𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐡   𝐢𝐬   𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞   𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐡𝐢𝐬   space   with   the   sun   -   but   not   in   a   traditional   way.   indeed,   the   sun   was   fearsome   creature   -   fickle   as   it   was   beautiful,   prone   to   burning   and   burning   and   burning   until   the   ground   beneath   it   was   scorched   and   only   the   intervention   of   a   tireless   moon   or   self-made   clouds   could   wipe   a   golden   gleam   from   the   sky.   usually,   al   -   haitham   would   find   kaveh   in   his   own   sunsets,   rising   in   crescendos   of   brightness   that   diluted   to   the   soft   filtrations   of   dawn,   warm   and   dewy   like   a   spring   morning.   but   then   there   were   times   that   kaveh   became   the   sun   low   over   the   red   sands,   full   of   sweltering   heat   and   sabotaging   himself   greater   than   any   of   the   beings   that   relied   on   him.   

           his   sigh   is   lengthy,   large   frame   braced   against   the   doorway   as   he   stares   at   the   maelstrom   of   a   man   before   him.   sweet   wine   -   combined   with   the   scent   of   a   familiar   perfume   permeates   his   nostrils,   and   as   always   -   the   scribe   finds   comfort   in   it,   even   if   not   an   iota   of   emotion   is   betrayed   on   his   face   except   for,   perhaps,   a   twitch   of   impatience.   ❝   alright   then.   ❞   comes   his   clipped   words,   before   sure   steps   stride   forward.   al   -   haitham   is   not   particularly   graceful   as   he   scoops   the   architect   into   his   strong   arms,   though   not   before   carefully   plucking   the   wine   from   his   digits.   with   that,   he   strides   on   -   ceasing   only   when   he   reaches   their   shared   bathroom.   door   nudged   open   with   a   hip,   the   scholar   is   surprisingly   gentle   as   he   plops   kaveh   upon   the   bathroom   counter,   situates   himself   between   his   legs,   and   very   carefully   begins   picking   out   his   hair   clips...   one,   by   one,   by   one.

           the   scribe's   work   is   meticulous,   as   always,   focused   upon   the   spun   gold   of   silken   splendor   beneath   his   fingertips.   up   close   -   he   can   see   the   various   hues   of   red   in   kaveh's   eyes,   the   sun-kissed   warmth   of   his   skin...   but   al   -   haitham   makes   no   comments   on   it.   he   probably   didn't   know   how.   ❝   if   you   are   going   to   insist   on   making   a   mess   of   yourself   tonight,   and   fall   asleep   in   a   drunken   and   depressed   stupor   -   then   at   the   very   least   take   down   your   hair   and   remove   your   makeup.   i'd   like   to   minimize   the   impact   of   your   tantrums,   and   i   don't   want   to   spend   my   weekend   hearing   you   whine   about   your   eyes   feeling   crusty,   or   a   bad   headache.   ❞   curt   words,   always   uttered   in   a   cold   but   softer   tone   -   punctuated   then   by   the   delicate   slide   of    his   fingertips   along   kaveh's   scalp,   carefully   undoing   his   braid   with   almost   reverent   attentions.   ❝   once   we   finish   this,   you   can   go   back   to   hating   me   all   your   little   artist's   soul   desires,   got   it?   ❞

@diffractal : ❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

deep down, he knew many of his insecurities eclipsed his many life choices. there will never be a moment in which his moods haven't gotten the best of him. especially in times where he needed support than scalding truth. right now, kaveh wanted to turn deaf to the comments the other has admitted. he knows his drinking has always been a problematic habit of his. he knows he will one day have to kill this addiction. he hates the way al  -  haitham looks at him sometimes, it always made kaveh feel  . . .  lesser. disappointed in himself, more than anything, that bitterness brews often within the cage of his chest. in this moment, he can't quite look the other in the eye.

"  i bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?  "  his reddened face twists,  "  makes your life s'much easier to deal with,  "  he hates talking like this, when his words slur together and proves people right. that he can't keep himself in line, that he doesn't have himself quite put together as he wishes he did.  "  get out already!  "  kaveh finally says, fed up with having to be so seen under those eyes, and he tosses a pillow and fails to make an impact when he lobs it. it fell not too far from where he remained seated. that only upsets him even more, and remains defeated when the architect drops his weight on the plush cushion of his bed. a pitiful tone clings to his voice when he speaks again,  "  just leave me alone  -  "  let him hide away and sober up with the help of these terribly dark thoughts.

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doodling al haithams legs/boots restores 100 mental health

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Hewwo I have plans to be active here this weekend… scribe itchy

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given the opportunity, if the traveler wasn’t looking, hai/tham would absolutely stick paim.on in a blender

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i see some confusion on tumblr as well, so let's clear up the issue of Gaming's name

嘉明 gaa1 ming4

sample via twitter user @/lilysqingxin

pronounced like gah-ming

expert mode: gah (high nasal) ming (downward)

NO it's not the english word “gaming”

this is Cantonese, not Mandarin (which would be pronounced Jiaming)

it's romanized as Gaming and not Ga Ming because that’s how Genshin romanizes given names

most of the chinese speakers i’ve personally seen, both cantonese and non-cantonese, are leaning towards hyphenation: Ga-ming

but yeah, that’s it!! welcome gaming we’re so happy to have you 🥹

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asking hai.tham to lend me his noise canceling headphones today because they’re redoing the roof at my work and it sounds like reindeer are up their break dancing and kicking Santa around

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"I'M NOT SURE I CAN TRUST YOU" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

you remember the last time we did this. it didn't go well.

i told myself i'd never trust you again.

you're not very good at keeping promises, are you?

i thought we agreed to work together.

you're the reason i'm in this mess in the first place.

the last time i listened to you, it nearly got me killed.

i guess i don't have a choice.

you're my last hope.

this isn't going to end well.

i stuck out my neck for you once, and look what happened.

you could have told me the truth from the start.

you're a pretty slimy character.

you don't exactly exude trustworthiness.

i can't believe i'm listening to you again.

after everything that happened, i can't look at you the same.

you betrayed me.

how am i supposed to trust you again?

i put everything on the line for you, and you betrayed me.

i'm not taking orders from you.

how do i know you won't stab me in the back?

i promise you, it won't happen again.

you don't have a good track record of keeping promises.

that was bullshit, and you know it.

this time, you can trust me.

they told me what happened last time.

i won't make the same mistakes they did.

keep telling yourself that.

every time i trust you, it comes back to bite me in the ass.

that was the worst lie i've ever heard.

you're a shit liar.

you're not getting anything from me.

i'm not risking my life to save you, that's for sure.

you're talking out of your ass.

i don't believe a word you're saying.

you're full of bullshit.

that was the biggest lie you ever told.

and to think, i trusted you once.

i'm such an idiot for thinking i could trust you.

i'll never look at you the same again.

that was an awful trick.

did you mean to do that?

had i known what you were up to, i never would have agreed to this.

once again, you lied to my face.

they warned me not to trust you.

after all the things i've heard about you, i'm not sure where i stand.

you don't exactly have a very trustworthy face.

you look like a liar to me.

you won't hold up your end of the bargain. you never do.

why did you trick me?

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hello,   hello!   finch   back   at   it   again   with   a   new   blog   for   genshin   impact's   local   feeble   scholar   &&   loser   of   uno:   al-haitham.   private   &&   highly   selective   with   some   canon   divergencies.   samples   from   the   deshret   theory.   please   give   this   a   ♡   LIKE   or   ↻   REBLOG   if   you're   interested   in   interacting.   ⸻ CARRD.

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you ever see a hot take that so clearly says ' i did not read an ounce of VERY IMPORTANT VERY BLATANT lore ' and want to die because of it??

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂   𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒.

holding   hands ·   holding   onto   arm   /   holding   out   arm   ·   buying   flowers   ·   cooking   ·   cuddles   ·   writing   a   poem   /   song   ·   holding   door   open   ·   tying   shoe   laces   ·   sharing   a   milkshake   with   two   straws   ·   offering   their   jacket   when   it's   cold   ·   kissing   in   the   rain   ·   publicly   confessing   love   ·   long   walks   at   the   beach   ·   doing   the   titanic   pose   on   a   boat   ·   taking   cute   pictures   in   a   photobooth   ·   sharing   a   taxi   /   uber   ·   kissing   the   back   of   their   hand   ·   slow   dancing   ·   getting   tickets   of   their   favourite   artist   /   sports   team   /   other   ·   introducing   them   to   their   parents   ·   lighting   candles   ·   flower   petals   on   bed   ·   love   letters   ·   star   gazing   ·   brushing   /   doing   their   hair   ·   picnics   ·   teaching   them   to   play   an   instrument   /   a   sport   while   gently   guiding   their   hands   ·   compliments   ·   late   night   drives   walks   ·   taking   selfies   together   ·   drawing   them   ·   self-made   gifts   ·   massages   ·   proposing   with   a   family   heirloom   ring   ·   lending   them   their   favourite   book   to   read   ·   paying   for   dinner   /   coffee   ·   mixtapes   /   playlists   ·   surprise   birthday   parties   ·   feeding   them   ·   handing   them   keys   to   their   apartment   ·   making   space   in   drawer   for   their   clothes   when   they   stay   over   ·   sharing   a   blanket   ·   couple   costumes   ·   tucking   a   hair   strand   behind   their   ear   ·   running   after   them   at   the   airport   /   keeping   them   from   leaving   ·   moving   cities   to   be   together   ·   blowing   a   kiss   ·   breakfast   in   bed   ·   defending   them   in   a   fight   (verbally   /   physically)   ·   joint   bubble   baths   ·   dropping   the   L-bomb   ("I   love   you")   ·   dedicating   a   song   at   the   karaoke   bar   to   them   ·   wearing   their   clothes   ·   yawning   before   putting   an   arm   around   them   while   watching   a   movie   ·   grant   them   the   last   bite   (from   meal)

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hello,   hello!   finch   back   at   it   again   with   a   new   blog   for   genshin   impact's   local   feeble   scholar   &&   loser   of   uno:   al-haitham.   private   &&   highly   selective   with   some   canon   divergencies.   samples   from   the   deshret   theory.   please   give   this   a   ♡   LIKE   or   ↻   REBLOG   if   you're   interested   in   interacting.   ⸻ CARRD.

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casual al haitham glove enjoyer 👍

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watching neuvi attempt to propose to wrio is like watching a squirrel try to climb a greased bird feeder pole.

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