#habibti <3

[1800-beomgyu]

if u ever need me 2 beta read im on my hands n knees begging i would gladly do it 😸 anything 4 u habibti

OH PLS DHDHDHDHD I WOULD ACCEPT THE OFFER because im choking with the english language i want gojo to choke me smh i tend to word vomit and use extravagant words that are out of contextvLMAOOOO

[glittering-moonlillie]

No thoughts, only being consumed by the idea of Damian crushing hard on a friend and using Arabic pet names like habibti thinking that it’s a clever way to disguise his adoration, and the reader literally does not understand what he’s saying and whenever they try to look it up they spell the word wrong so it gives zero results. Person doesn’t find out until Talia or someone comes along and calls him out on it. Damian and reader are just a flustered mess-

[drawlypsy]

One of my favorite MaliKiyo moments <3

When Malik uses his teeth, Kiyo is beside herself. Something about bringing out the animal in him does all kinds of good things to her.

FULL NSFW FOUND ON MY PATREON

Kiyo belongs to the talented @kikorenart

Malik is my genshin OC and the love of Kiyo's life (even if it takes her a while to realize that)

[acerathia]

using endearments in another language.......

[hwaitham]

𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓽𝔃 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 ⋆ ࣪˖ 𓂃𓋜

al haitham x f!reader . sfw — fluff . established relationship ﾉ how to spend a sunday morning in love . . ♡ note : this is a sweet little ficlet based on a dream i had dreamt two nights ago :3 i apologize for any errors here — i wrote this in one sitting with love absolutely inundating me (∩´͈ `͈∩ ྀི) this is moreso catharsis for me than anything else !

it will never be more homely in al haitham's house than it is late on sunday mornings.

because it really doesn't get much cosier than this: the sumeru sun peeking through the open window to tip its hat and wish upon you a ‘good day!’, the bird-chime breeze whisking the sweet fragrance of ripened zaytun peaches past the curtains, the cuckoo clock announcing that it's prime time for elevenses.

“biscuits with your tea, haitham?”

“yes, thank you.”

what a delightfully dreamy sunday morning it is! today especially of all sundays past, where mottles of gold dust flit and float through the spiced air of his kitchen and you stand before him dressed in a sugar-icing pink frock.

he holds you in his eyes and a mug of chai in his left hand, fondling your fingers with his right, mindlessly thumbing over your ring finger.

al haitham searches for something that isn’t yet there.

and of course, you understand your lover without words. meet his gaze with a demure smile. quiet, fawn-eyed, clever. and you dare him to speak his mind with a pout of your lips, an enticing tilt of your head, a charming giggle that’s puffed out onto the junction of his neck before you give it a kiss— tugging at the roots of his heart in ways you know best, “whatcha thinking about?”

his lips twitch up into a curve at your feigned innocence because, oh, you know exactly what he’s thinking.

it's in this pas de deux that he finds such great joy, these games of push-and-pull that you play. he recognizes that perhaps he's weak to it— your whimsy and wonder, that you're still as coy as when first you met, and he melts underneath it as if he were cream on a cone.

you twirl twine round and round and round his soul to bind it to yours without even realizing.

“i'm sure you already know, habibti,” al haitham tells you: once spoken, once again with a playful tug of your ring finger, once more with the sealing kiss of an unspoken promise to your lips. the syrupy sweetness of his breath and his words are laid thickly on you, and your smile wavers the teensiest of bits as he sets his mug aside and encases your hand within his, raising it to his chest.

“still...”

your head begins to spin and your little heart begins to pound a little louder.

“won't you say it? please?”

so too does his.

there is a lot more vehemence in al haitham than you'd have guessed, and a great deal more than he has any idea of himself— for he's spitting the words out before you can even close your mouth.

but it is just such a tender sunday morning here in his kitchen and the sun is kissing your cheek and casting dancing shadows in the dip of your clavicle and your glass of iced tea is starting to tear up and you smell of harra fruit and white shores and green fields and everything pure in this world and good grief, he is just so in love with you.

“marry me.”

al haitham does not ask it of you nor does he command it of you— it is merely a breath (one that is slightly more wobbly than his pride would have foretold) of a burning desire that he wishes to will into existence.

“let me be your husband.” a delicate kiss is laid upon your ring finger. “let me make you my wife.” another to the one on your opposite hand. “let me make you the happiest girl alive.”

his words slice through your cake of a heart and bleeds it of its custard memories, tart lemony feelings that push a crinkle up your throat and behind your eyes. before he's given the chance to speak such uncharacteristically sweet words any longer, you throw yourself into his arms and steal from him a searing hug.

and it's not the colour of his hair that fascinates you (you do well to remind yourself that it is silver, not grey), nor the peculiar little way he's got about him. it's the form his eyes and lips take when he smiles at you, the shape his voice fills when he talks to you— how carefully, tenderly he crafts himself when it comes to you. it is all for you, entirely yours and only yours to see, to keep, to admire.

“i get to love you until the end of forever... lucky me.” your voice is a garbled mess of sniffles and hiccups but really, you can't help it.

love is inundating you and you can't help but weep in the middle of his kitchen on this fine sunday morning, where the sun blesses you with its light and the birds and chimes sing and the flowers on the sill dance for you and your eternal honeymoon love.

al haitham takes your face within the cradles of his palms, kissing your dewy cheeks and shushing your sobs and caressing you into a peaceful silence. “so… what say you?”

the giggles and squeals of children playing as they run past his house sound through the window and it makes you cling to him tighter, fists furling and unfurling in the linen of his sleep shirt.

how long have you stood, swathed in his sweet embrace like this? his chai is no longer steaming and an ache begins to wrap itself around your head from all the tears you've shed. though, you suppose it matters not— a moment is forever if it is spent in his arms.

“i'm sure you already know, haitham.”

[worthyking]

(waves happily) blue is my best friend. while i love gansey and ronan, blue and adam feel more real to me?? they make so many mistakes, don't apologize sometimes, misdirect anger at gansey but at the end of the day they have an understanding that speaks beyond words.

the thing i love most about blue is that she Gets It. the thing about high school and being cool. it changes all the time and she didn't put up with that. i love that for her. she isn't the nicest or has the fairest judgement but at the end of the day she loves sustainability. she's interested in what gansey's parents are doing. she wants to change the world a little. she's not a Go0od Feminist Role Model she is real representation. in conclusion i love jane so much--

HI and yeah omg. she can be quite the asshole and have such an i don't understand kids these days attitude but i adore her for it. and sometimes she's messy and sometimes she bites but, like you said, that's real enough, and you can see that she's a kid and she's making mistakes and she's trying and i think she's wonderful

(I'm assuming this was in response to the comment i made about reasons people hate Blue? i wasn't saying that you do btw i was just musing that the reasons in that post sounded really similar to reasons people give as to why they dislike Blue)

[cerise-on-top]

what do you think kate, aleria and farah’s fav pet names to call their s/o’s, or even if they like pet names! i absolutely loooovvvvvvveeeee your stuff by the way, love! <3 you are feeding the lesbians in the cod fandom

Hey there! Thank you! I'm glad to hear that I can make something for the women lovers in the CoD fandom! That was my intention all along!

Pet Names That Valeria, Farah and Laswell Use

Valeria: I don’t think she’d use too many pet names as she does believe they’re somewhat embarrassing. Will absolutely not use any in public, but might use some when she’s drunk and alone at home with you. When she’s drunk she usually speaks some Spanglish, so chances are, unless you know both languages, you won’t fully understand her. And even then, her pet names are very few and far in between. They’re also nothing too special. Something along the lines of cariño/a or querido/a. Really, it’s nothing too fancy as Valeria isn’t usually one to show her affections through words. However, you can call her jefa and she’ll go wild internally. Naturally, she’s the boss among the two of you, but it’s nice to hear that anyway. Also the implication of you being family is nice.

Farah: Unlike Valeria, Farah is all for sweet pet names. Loves calling your romantic things that show you just how much she cares about you. She can go either way as well, either calling you something adorable in Arabic or English, she’s fluent in both languages after all. Calls you “my love”, “my moon” or “my heart”. It’s important to note that she usually puts “my” in front of your pet names since it’s important to her that you are hers. However, in Arabic she’ll call you something along the lines of habibi/habibti, rohi or ya amar. Maybe I should mention that she’d also love nothing more than to be sweet with you in Arabic, so her saying things to you in that language aren’t restricted to just pet names. She’ll compare you to the most beautiful things in existence. Farah can be quite eloquent in Arabic, actually, so it’ll always be sweet.

Laswell: Oh, she can probably go any way. Laswell knows so many languages, there’s a good chance she knows yours as well. So she likely wouldn’t be above calling you a pet name in your own language. Besides, if she doesn’t know your language then she’ll simply learn it, she really wants to indulge in the joy of speaking your native tongue with you. So she’ll definitely learn some sweet things she can call you in your language. However, if we go by English alone, then she won’t be too fancy on that one. She could be, don’t get me wrong, but she usually chooses to stick with something that will convey that she loves you, but won’t go overboard. You can expect something along the lines of “my love”, “sweetheart”, “sweetie” and, if she’s feeling especially daring that day, “cutie” from her.

[hunterofartemis7]

Pt.3 of chaos

Damian: *walking into the Gala with Raven on his arm*

Raven: *clinging to him cause she’s awkward*

Guests: *watching them closely*

Raven: *whispers* Dami…everyone is staring…

Damian: *whispers* ignore them Habibti.

Bruce: Raven, I’m glad you could attend

Raven: thank you, Mr. Wayne.

Bruce: Just Bruce is fine. You are my future daughter in Law after all

Raven: *smiles*

Bruce: Damian, have you gone and introduced yourself and Raven to the Kain family?

Damian: no, and I don’t plan to

Raven: who’s the Kain family?

Jason: *waking up with Roy on his arm* a crazy rich family who thinks that their daughter will marry Damian

Damian: shut it Todd

Raven:…..you..you never actually…considered marrying here..did you?

Damian: ofc not Beloved. You know I’ve only had eyes for you

Bruce: Damian, Raven is your wife to be, you need to start introducing her to people

Damian:🙄

Roy: hate to be the bearer of bad news but crazy girl at ten o’clock

Mia Kain: Heeyyyyyy~ Dammiiii~

Damian: don’t call me that

Mia: oh don’t be like that! You know it’s my nickname for you! *tries to grab his arm*

Damian: *moves away* only my fiancé calls me that

Mia: which I am so~~

Damian: you are NOT my fiancé and never will be!

Mia: for now 😉

Jason: hey Mia, have you met Damian’s ACTUAL fiancee Raven?

Mia: *looks at Raven* your his fiancee ?

Raven: yes I am. And keep your hands off my man!

Mia: *runs back to her parents, annoyed*

Jason: that Raven 1, Mia zero!

Damian: *smirking* and this is why I love you

[sovasbussy]

all i need is you

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Pairings: al haitham x f!reader

tw: panic/anxiety attacks, acting grand sage! alhaitham, established relationship, there is comfort at the end ! a/n: this is my first time writing for my best boy, haitham <3 i'm so so sorry if it comes out as ooc >< . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Home. Home. Home. Get home. 

Alhaitham gulped as he weaved through the crowd on Treasure Street. The hustle and bustle of the market just made his heart race even more, his headphones barely drowning the sounds of the vendors selling their wares. 

"Acting Grand Sage!" A scholar called out for him, only for her to be swiftly ignored as Alhaitham practically ran towards his house. His fingers jumbled with his keys, trembling as he jammed them into the lock. He slammed the door behind him, leaning against it. His hand shakily rested on his chest, fingers reaching to his collar to relieve the tightness around his neck, but nothing he did could relieve the panic that filled his mind. 

The ashen-haired man staggered towards the kitchen with laboured breaths, eyes going in and out of focus as his hand reached for a glass.

"Thank you so much for today, Nilou! I really enjoyed your performance today." You smiled warmly at the shorter lady before you, enveloping her in a tight hug once you arrived at the doorstep of your and Alhaitham's shared home. Nilou could only blush at the compliment while returning the hug. "I'll let you know if there ar-" She squeaked at the loud crash that came from inside your home. 

Your brows furrowed, quickly bidding Nilou goodbye before entering your home. Alhaitham wasn’t supposed to be home this early today. He had told you of some event he had going on today and the approximate time when he would be home so you were more or less expecting an intruder in your home right now.  

"Haitham?" You called out. Your eyes were quickly drawn to the shards of glass that littered the floor and your husband's headphones just by the foot of the kitchen island, worry now settling deep in your chest. You were just about to call out for your husband again when you caught a glimpse of green and black, curled up on the kitchen floor. 

Alhaitham's body shook, shaky fingers tangled up in his hair. His eyes were wide, darting around. It wasn’t the first time he’s had a panic attack, but it was the first where it had gotten so bad. The ringing in his head was deafening, barely able to hear you with all the noise in his head. 

"Alhaitham, I need you to breathe." You cooed, slowly kneeling before him. Your sudden appearance only made him curl further into himself, his fingers digging into his scalp. You bit your lip in worry. 

"Haitham... I'm going to touch your hand, okay? I just need you to take a deep breath for me." You said softly, lifting your finger towards the back of his hand. As gently as you could, you pressed the pad of your index finger against his skin.

That simple touch made Alhaitham gasp, finally taking in a large gulp of air. You sighed in relief once you heard him breathe again. You reassured him gently with your finger tracing a square on the back of his hand, breathing out loud for him to match his pace to yours. 

His fingers slowly loosened their grip on his hair, face still buried in his knees. You pulled his hands away from his head, replacing them with your own to gently massage at his tender scalp. He let out a soft sigh before lifting his head, hands finding their place on your wrists. You smiled at Alhaitham reassuringly once his gaze met yours, chuckling when he buried his face into your chest. 

"It's okay, habibti... I'm here." You whispered, patting his back. "I..." Alhaitham's voice quivered, squeezing his eyes shut as he attempted to explain what happened. 

"You don't have to explain anything now. Just relax, okay?" You carded your fingers through his soft locks, smiling when you felt him nod against your chest. Alhaitham sighed as he relaxed against your body, matching his breathing to the beating of your heart. 

Feeling your husband's body slowly grow heavy, you coaxed him to get up, leading him towards the couch. You began to stand up, but were quickly stopped when Alhaitham grabbed onto your wrist. "Stay, please..." He mumbled, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. You smiled at him and pressed your lips against his forehead, "I'm not going anywhere, Haitham..." You pulled off his coat and set it off to the side, before bringing the throw pillows from the other couches in the living room. 

You stacked the pillows under his head in a comfortable manner before kneeling by the sofa. Alhaitham's hand sought the comfort of your own. 

You hummed softly as you stroked through his tangled locks, watching while your husband slowly drifted off to sleep. 

Alhaitham awoke hours later, grunting as he rubbed at his eyes. “Habibti…" He winced at the sound of his hoarse voice, pushing himself up from his sleeping position. "I'm here, Haitham." Your voice rang out from the kitchen, the sounds of cutlery accompanying you as you spoke. The taller shuffled his way to the kitchen, immediately latching himself to your back. You let out a soft chuckle before spinning yourself around to face your husband. 

"I made your favourite. Let's eat." You pressed a small kiss on his cheek, drawing out a soft whine from him. Your cheeks flushed at the sound. It was rare to hear such a soft yet needy noise from such a stoic man like Alhaitham. "Stay. A little longer." Alhaitham had buried his face into your neck, his hair tickling your skin ever so slightly. 

You couldn't deny your husband with how clingy he was, relishing in the moment of his neediness. The room fell into silence, one full of comfort and love. Before long, Alhaitham released his hold of you, hands now finding purchase on your hips. 

Dinner was a silent affair, albeit a comfortable silence, with Alhaitham taking his time with his meal under your watchful eye. 

"Do you... want to talk about what happened?" Your voice treaded carefully, eyes watching his unreadable face as he paused with his meal. Alhaitham let out a deep sigh, fingers gripping onto his utensils a little too tightly for either of your likings. Your hands were quick to place themselves on top of his, giving reassuring squeezes for him to sort out his thoughts. 

The Akademiya had just started their first day of graduation ceremonies and with Alhaitham being the Acting Grand Sage, he had to be on stage handing out diplomas and congratulating each student for their success. With it being such an important event, Alhaitham couldn't have his headphones with him on stage. With all the loud cheering and bright lights trained on him, it didn't take much to push him off the edge. As if that was not enough, the discovery of his music player breaking was his last straw.   

He was all but fortunate that today's graduating school was one of the smaller darshans, else he would have broken down on stage. 

“I’m sorry for worrying you.” Alhaitham sighed, holding onto your hands. His eyes were trained on the pattern of the table cover, only looking up when he felt your lips press against his fingers. “You don’t need to apologise, Haitham. I’m just glad that you’re fine.” A smile formed on your lips when you saw his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. 

As much as he couldn’t put his emotions to words, Alhaitham was always so appreciative of your gentle touches and kind words.

[lemmetreatya]

Eren’s Insta Spam (pt. 2)

eren x black!fem reader

pt. 1

pt. 3

Back again with these since I’m not making imagines until my uni work is somewhat up to a good standard *chu chu*

OKAy!! so as we know Eren is cautious of putting you on his main/public spam but he genuinely really wants to post more of you so he has a private insta where it’s mostly just his irl friends and family who can follow it

He’s on this account waaaay more but its actually amusing because most of his family dont know that he’s a public figure/internet famous. Not because he’s scared to tell them but simply because they’d just embarrass the hell out of him sudidxkdk so erens tricked them into thinking that his priv spam is his main. the only consequence to that is that they always urge him to treat it like Facebook TM

“Habibti, post that baba picture I sent you the other day on instagram.” Carla directs towards Eren but says as she scrolls on her phone.

“Oh my gosh, Eren’s baby photos?! Let me see!” Hearing part of the conversation, Dina comes from around the table to look over Carla’s shoulder, eager to see her step-son’s adolescent stage.

Rolling his eyes, Eren only slugs his feet towards the fridge to get himself something for the two of you to eat. Don't get him wrong, he was happy his mother and step-mother got along but together they were an insufferable pair.

“Amma, why would I show everyone my baby pictures? That’s too embarrassing. In every picture my hair always looks dodgy. If I didn’t know it was me in them, I’d think the child was neglected.” He joked.

With an expression of shock, Carla looked over at her son.

“What you mean you looked neglected? Your hair always looked right! I always made sure to have it cut and nice on the sides. Not like how you and your Abba have it now, all long and untidy.”

“My hair isn’t untidy.” He’d mumble. Not because he was ashamed in his hair but because he knew saying anything louder would count as backtalk and therefore get him in trouble.

“Hey, darling! Come!” Upon seeing you enter the kitchen, Carla beckoned for you to come to her. Unsuspecting of what conspired before you came in, you glanced in Eren’s direction before walking in to his mother instead.

“Hey Mama.” You’d say as you stood next to her.

Seeing the cheeky expression on her face and the quick look she made in Eren’s direction, you knew she was up to no good.

“Look, look.” She’d say in a hushed tone, gleefully turning her phone in your direction. “This when Eren was a baby.”

In her hand was a picture of a child who sat in the bath tub, face displaying childish tantrum. Clearly the child had a disdain for the bath time activity but what made the picture all the more memorable was the plethora of bubble suds that mounted on top of his head.

“No way. That’s Eren?” You laughed behind your hand.

Unaware of what was going on behind him but hearing his name in conversation, the brunette turned around to witness the commotion.

“What the— Amma, No!”

Even though its mostly embarrassing, Eren genuinely likes when you interact with his family. They were so receptive of you from the first time they met you. To a certain extent he even believes they like you a lot better than him 😭😭 They make this especially clear in his comments section

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ej__jaeger can a guy ever get any sleep around here??? @ynprivnotpriv

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carlaakarjaeg_34 She Can Never Do Wrong!! Eren Make Sure You Be Nice xxxxx

lordhokagetheninth I. find this very amusing because….. i was never allowed to look at girls let alone havr them in my room at ur age. i walked so u could run.

ej__jaeger @lordhokagetheninth zeke can u stop changing ur @ i barely ever recognise u i was about to sb,, + ratio

ej__jaeger @carlaakarjaeg__34 always amma ❤️

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ej__jaeger to my beloved. @ynprivnotpriv

on your special day id like to say thank you for being the most incredible thing to ever happen to me. without you there’d be no improved me. you always push me to higher capabilities but simply because you care and not because you have to. your capacity to love and to be uniquely you will never cease to amaze me. never change, not even for me. ill keep this short because i’ve literally written u 5 different paragraphs elsewhere but know that i appreciate you, way more than u imagine.

every time i will always choose you.

happy birthday baba.

urs always. ej x

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dinafritz_off_fifth Happy Birthday @ynprivnotpriv!! Hope your day is full of love, joy and all things lovely Just Like You!! 💖

annie_leonhart12 Happy Birthday X @ynprivnotpriv

yummir Eren you beyyer sling it on her today and i mean it. she deserves to be d1ck3d down 👽👽

ynprivnotpriv Thank you for all the kind wishes everyone 🥺🥺 I love you all @carlaakarjaeg_34 @arminarletarmin @lordhokagetheninth @dinafritz_off_fitfh @annie_leonhart12 @mikamikamii @grishaj__ @conniethe_conman @sashabear7891 @reiner_braunofficial @jeankirjr @berth_hoovr

ej__jaeger @yummir HELLO??????

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Tags: @quiveringdeer because once again thank you for that reiner camera roll one and bc imma just tag you into these from now on

[dayinadream]

Today I talked to Hala (my cousin’s daughter) who’s the only survivor of her family. Hala is 8 years old, she doesn’t talk about what happened and she doesn’t speak with anyone since. I haven’t been able to speak with her since they were killed over a month ago. Hala lost both her parents, her 3 sisters, her grandparents, her two aunts, three uncles and all of her cousins that were in that house. I have thought many times about what I would tell her when I call her for the first time. I haven’t spoken to my remaining family who are still alive for over two weeks until today. Because of the “fake truce” I managed to video call them today as they had internet connection for the first time. Hala was next to my uncle and saw my picture on the phone. I kept asking for her multiple times. She then took the phone and went into a dark room to talk with me alone. I froze. I just kept saying Habibti Hala I miss you so much I love you so much. I couldn’t mention her family, and I genuinely didn’t know what to say to an 8 year old who just lost her whole family. I just talked to her about how I want to visit her soon and how much I miss her and all the toys I bought for her and I asked her if she wants anything in particular and she told me “I just want to see you and come live with you far away.” It broke me so much. I held my tears inside my chest and wondered what on earth did this little girl do to deserve all of this pain. I kept trying to think of things that will excite her but she was very quiet, not the Hala I once knew. Not the happy Hala who gets excited at the most simple things. Not the Hala that laughs with her whole heart, but a new Hala who’s barely able to smile. I told her I’ll take you to the best amusement park and she was shocked and said “oh you have that there?” Her little brain cannot comprehend that life is normal outside her home. All she can picture is destruction, bombs and dead parents and sisters. I wish I can hide this little girl in my heart from this cruel world forever. Hala is one story only, there’s more than 1 million children in Gaza who’ll grow up with so much trauma and unimaginable losses. Our hearts cannot bear all of this pain.

Via Yara Eid

[byghostface]

Daminika pet names

Multiple pet names for each other↓(suggestion hcs):

Nika to Damian: Little birdie, champion, prince, heart of gold, sweet heart, tender heart, Dami-birdie, Fletchling(Tiny Robin Pokémon), dual heart, Vane(sometimes as a field code name)

Damian to Nika: Beloved, champion, princess, Victini(Victory Pokémon), lucky charm, habibti, Noir(sometimes as a field code name)

1．2 (dates and activities)．3 (taking care of each other, sleep habits, gifts) ．pet names．art styles．asking game

[idyllcy]

Hi, hi! I recently found your blog and I absolutely fell in love with it! I’m not sure if you’re still continuing matchups or not— but I’d like to make a request! Could I get a dc matchup, preferably with the batfam?

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Hetero

Zodiac/MBTI: Sagittarius/ISJF (personally, I think my ISFJ is scarily accurate)

Appearance: I am 5’5 with naturally tanned skin. My hair is brown, kinda wavy, and goes a little ways past my hips. I have blonde highlights, though they’re kinda grown out atm. Both of my ears have two lobe and one cartilage piercing. My eyes are a dark brown.

Personality: I am a very non-confrontational and quiet person. Eternally anxious. A lot of times, I would rather keep quiet and the peace than speak up. But this is smth I’m working on! If someone else were to start the conversation— I turn into an absolute chatter box. People I’m comfortable with easily make me loud and relaxed. I’m sillier and more outgoing with them. I show a lot of my affection though teasing and laughter. I think I’m really disciplined and responsible. I’m extremely family oriented (As a I grew up basically raising my brothers) I like being involved in communities and making friendships. I’m an empathic person and while I love romanticizing things, I’m a pessimist when it comes down to it.

Ideal date: I’m a very sentimental person, small details mean so much to me and I’d honestly be appreciative of anything. I think my ideal date would be something along the lines of a carnival or a night in playing card and board games. Something where we could have fun while getting to know each other, swapping stories, teasing, and a little competition to spice things up.

Ideal type: My ideal type is ambitious, someone that could grow with me. Ideally, someone that could make me laugh, and ease my worries. Really, just someone I could appreciate life with.

Thank you! Certainly, no rush! Sorry— it’s kinda a lot! I hope you have a nice day!

wheel of fortune

"No, I swear I'm going to get the thousand tickets this time." You huff, slamming your hand on the button as the wheel slows.

"Habibti," Damian sighs. "The game is rigged."

"No, I swear." You grumble. You watch as the wheel stops on the thousand tickets, the machine spitting out the exact number as you give Damian a thumbs up.

"I'm impressed."

You wink at him, sticking out your tongue. "Now, we can get that cute little bear that we wanted."

Damian could have bought it, but he commends your effort, fingers entwining with yours as you tell him the mechanics behind the machine. You're cute.

Headcanons:

Damian is 100% ambitious and able to match your energy

He comes off as a little cold at first but once the ice melts for both of you there is no better match I swear

I think he would take you to a lot of the activities he's involved in so lots of time spent with animals <3

Damian likes that you're actually family oriented. He may claim to dislike his siblings, but he doesn't actually dislike them so I think if you were to get along with your family he would be a little more at ease with introducing you to his

Also damian 100% feeds into your romanticizing tendencies. He's smooth asf

[fatuismooches]

i feel like dottore has so many petnames for fragile reader once they get older and more sick. like at first in their academiya days he was reluctant to say anything, but once the relationship develops he'll begin to be more obvious with his affection.

i hc he'll call fragile reader things like love, sweetheart, or habibi/habibti!!!

overall just love dovey dottore 🤭🤭🤭

(its my first time sending u something, i hope this is ok!!!)

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

YES!!! In the Akademiya days he'd really only call you by your name 😭 He was the kind of guy to narrow his eyes and scoff at the couples who showered each other in gross lovely endearing nicknames. He had no idea how to show affection 😭

(dottore: what was that? you: affection. dottore: disgusting... do it again)

It's kind of funny actually, to see how much he's changed, since there are clones from his Akademiya days who'd rather die than call you some of these petnames (they show their affection for you in other ways tho!!) He also only calls you these names in private though, he can't have anyone hearing him 😭 (otherwise they'd be dead) He finds that you always seem to smile more and be more energetic when he calls you these names so he's like... I'll do it.. just for you <3

[a-simp-named-slickback]

Star-Crossed | Basim x OC | Part 3

Basim And Nashira reunite after Basim’s sudden disappearance years beforehand.

Those precious days seemed so long ago to Basim.

It had been years since he’d been in the House of Wisdom. Like the rest of Baghdad, so much had changed about it ever since that night in the Caliph’s palace many years ago when everything went so horribly wrong.

The Order of Ancient’s hold on the city was like a desert boa: growing tighter and tighter until it paralyzed its prey, then draining its life and feasting on what was left.

That night in the palace, Basim had caught a glimpse of these masked men and women behind the Order. He narrowly made it out with his own life, however the same could not be said for his friends. Had it not been for Roshan helping him escape, he would’ve been one of the many young people put on spikes in Anbar.

Master Roshan took a young, frightened boy and turned him into a man, better yet, a warrior for justice. He spent years taking the pain from his past and used it as fuel to train harder, become better, so that he may fight for those on the fringes of society. For beneath the surface of this golden age, layed a darkness beneath.

He walked the path of darkness to serve the light. Basim ibn Ishaq was a Hidden one.

Now he was back in the city, older, stronger, and with purpose.

However, even on his first official task as a newly minted Hidden One, he found himself distracted by phantoms of the past. He was supposed to be on his way to Harbiya, to meet with Roshan and Fuladh to pick up where Nur left off. Yet here he was in the same place he spent many of his afternoons in his youth.

As he walked around the vast libraries he found himself drawn to a certain window. It was the window he used to get away from the guards years ago.

He leaned against the window pane and sighed, wondering just how much had changed about this place. Years ago, he’d have to duck and dodge the stewards just to get inside. Now, he can just walk right in through the front. He didn’t have to sneak inside anymore. It was a strange feeling to get used to.

His eyes landed across the courtyard to the open window on the big dome shaped building with a blue roof.

The observatory.

Basim stared hard at it. Could it be possible she was just on the other side? After all this time out of his reach, could she really only be a few feet away from him?

His habibti.

Nashira.

He hung his head with a deep sigh. He knew exactly what he was doing when he came here. When Roshan gave him the go ahead to explore Baghdad, he couldn’t run here fast enough.

Since the night he left, his nightmares of the jinni were replaced with dreams of longing for Nashira. Any time he’d look up at the stars, he thought of her. The only respite he had during that time away from Baghdad was knowing she was likely looking up at the same sky as him. It made him feel closer to her somehow.

Now, here he was, just meters away from her again. Her smiling face and tender eyes filled his memories as he continued gazing upon the window.

That's when he heard the sound of purring and felt a fluffy tail brush against him.

He looked down, seeing a fluffy white cat rubbing against his leg. He squinted his eyes at the familiar crescent shaped pendant on its collar. He’d only seen one kind of collar on one kind of cat.

“Halah?” He reached down to pet the cat, who looked a bit chubbier than he remembered, “Is that you?”

He scratched under her chin, smiling when she purred louder.

He thought for a moment. Halah almost never left the observatory by herself. If she was here in the library, then that meant…

A gasp rang behind him, and the sound of books dropping to the floor followed suit.

“Basim?”

He froze. That voice. Could it really be…?

Basim stood up, turning around as he did. He felt as though all the air had left his body. Standing there, just a few feet in front of him was her.

“Nashira.” he breathed. How long had it been since he said her name out loud?

There she was, bathed in the golden sunlight from the window. Dressed in a deep green kameez and a brown scarf that covered most of her hair save for the few curls framing her face. Brilliant gold jewelry decorated her body in the form of bracelets, rings and dangly earrings, many of which had stars and moons etched in them.

So much about her looked the same, but still different. Her hair, now mostly covered by her scarf, peaked out of the in tight curls framing her face. She carried herself with a newfound maturity she didn't have before.

Basim felt his heart swell at the sight of her, “It’s been so long.” He breathed..

Her eyes were wide with disbelief.

“Is it really you?” She asked, barely above a whisper.

Nashira slowly stepped forward, looking up at Basim. He towered over her now, more than when they were teenagers. His once youthful face now sported a thick beard, and his years of training made him fill out with more muscle.

She stepped closer, “I thought…I thought you were dead.” She brought a hand up over her mouth, “But…you’re here.”

Basim smiled softly at her, “I’m here.” He took one of her hands and her trembling stopped.

Sounds of heavy footsteps echoed in the library, catching Basim’s attention. With everything going on, the library was restricted from visitors, only scholars were allowed access. He couldn’t risk getting caught.

“Damn,” He said under his breath, “I need to go.”

Nashira shook her head, “W-What? But you just got here-” She was cut off by Basim putting a finger to her lips to quiet her.

“Meet me in the observatory tonight,” He whispered, “I’ll explain there.”

With that, he quickly climbed out of the window and out of sight, leaving Nashira dumbfounded.

The guards turned the corner, finding her standing still as a statue with her eyes fixed on the open window, “Is everything alright ya sayidah? You look as though you just saw a ghost.”

She came to, “I’m fine. I-I’m fine.” She took hold of the hand Basim touched with her other.

She turned on her heel, still fiddling with her hands, “I’m fine.”

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Hours passed and Nashira sat at her desk in the observatory patiently waiting for Basim. Part of her wondered if he would show up at all considering how quickly he left.

She let out a deep sigh, mindlessly petting Halah who sat in her lap. The moon was already high in the sky, and the moonlight illuminated the table where she and Basim would eat together and study.

When the Caliph was murdered, she had heard of the senseless slaughter of children in Anbar. She had gone there herself to try and find him, asking anyone if they’d seen him. They all gave her the same answers, either a no, or no answer at all. That much was to be expected. The residents of Anbar were wary of outsiders since then.

Weeks passed, then months, then years passed and Basim never came around. She had no choice but to accept that Basim was dead, likely killed with the other children in front of Dervis’s shop. Yet out of habit or denial, she kept the window of the observatory open and always had a plate of dates with some water left sitting on the table. The snack usually went to Halah, one of the many reasons she was a bit chunkier now.

For months she’d see his face everywhere, like her grief was playing tricks on her. It made her feel like she was going crazy.

She’d never forget seeing a boy in the market she swore looked just like him. She followed him, finally catching up to him, only to see it was someone else entirely.

“Basim? My name is Abdullah.” The boy explained and continued on his way, leaving her dumbfounded.

Halah meowed harshly, not liking the way Nashira’s leg kept bouncing up and down.

“Sorry Halah,” She let the cat jump down from her lap, “I just have a lot on my mind.” She sighed, leaning forward to rest her head in her hands.

She let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t know what she was more nervous about: seeing Basim again, or telling him what she needed to tell him.

“That makes two of us.”

Nashira jumped hearing the deep voice echoing in the observatory, making her jump out of her seat and look around. A shadowy figure near the window stepped into the light, revealing Basim standing there.

She relaxed some, “It’s just you.” She breathed.

Basim looked apologetically, “Apologies, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine,” She placed her hands on her hips, “I’m just…not used to someone coming in that way anymore. Normal people use the door.”

Basim let out a chuckle. He stepped closer, “It’s been much too long, ya habibti.” He said, taking one of her hands in his.

Without hesitation, Nashira took her hand away, crossing her arms.

Basim furrowed his brow, “What’s wrong?”

She gave him a hard stare, “It’s been four years, Basim.” She said in a measured tone.

Basim’s eyes shot to the top of his head, “Has it really been that long?”

She frowned, “It has. I know because I mapped the al-Najm star cluster four times since you left. Four. Years.” She emphasized each word, staring him dead in the eyes.

Basim remained silent. He thought of her the entire time, but was so consumed with his training and teachings…had it really been that long?

“Well?” She brought him out of his thoughts, “Are you going to explain yourself?”

Basim nodded, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, “That night…Nehal and I snuck into the Caliph’s palace to find something, some sort of artifact, for some people Dervis worked for.” He explained, “But then…it all went wrong…We had to flee. The guards were looking for anyone who fit my description. I had no choice but to leave Baghdad.”

Nashira raised a brow, “That explains why you left,” She said, “But what made you stay away? And why for so long?” She asked.

Basim sighed, “I can’t tell you that. I took an oath.”

“Can't tell me?” She questioned, “Basim, I thought you died!”

Basim’s shoulders fell, “I’m sorry.”

She huffed, “If you won’t tell me then I don’t know why you even came here.” She turned away from him, headed towards the door until she felt Basim grab her hand to keep her from leaving.

“Wait, please,” Basim let out a sigh, “I know you must hate me,” He said, “I left without saying anything, I know that must have been painful for you….it was painful for me too. Being away from you for all that time was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, habibti.”

Nashira softened her eyes upon hearing him admit that.

He stepped closer, “I need you to understand, I wouldn’t have left you unless it was important. But that is all I can say for now. One day, I can tell you everything.

Nashira felt a dam inside her break. She let out a shaky breath, “I mourned you Basim.” She said with tears in her eyes.

Basim cradled her cheek in his hand, using his thumb to wipe away her fallen tears, “I’m right here, ya habibti.” He learned down, gently guiding her lips towards his.

Nashira melted into his touch, the touch she longed to feel again, despite her head telling her no. She never could control herself around Basim.

Their lips grew closer and closer like moths to a flame, just centimeters apart.

She sighed, using both her hands to push him away before they could seal their reunion with a kiss.

Nashira hung her head, casting her eyes to her feet, “We can’t…”

Basim furrowed his brows, watching her closely, “What's wrong?” He asked.

Nashira remained silent for a moment, then with a long exhale she mustered the courage to say what she needed him to hear.

“Basim…I’m married now.” She said remorsefully.

Basim felt a wave of despair crash into him. He almost wasn’t sure he heard her right, “What?” He could barely produce the sound from his throat.

She swallowed hard, “I’m married.” Her voice cracked as she repeated herself.

Basim shook his head, “W-why…when did this happen- to whom?” The barrage of questions seemed to spill out of him against his will.

She took a moment to collect her thoughts, letting out a shaky breath, “Shortly after you left, my Baba fell ill. He wasn’t getting better…so he told me I needed to marry before he died. I didn’t have a choice,” Her voice wavered, “So I married Omar.”

Omar, her father’s best student. The son of a wealthy merchant family and ten years her senior. Now he acted as a navigator for his elder brother’s trading expeditions. This kept him away for long periods of time usually, but it allowed him not only to provide, but lavish his wife in expensive jewels and more elegant robes than her father could.

Basim swallowed hard, casting his eyes to the ground. He felt like a ton of bricks hit him in his chest. It seemed like forever before he spoke again.

He looked her in the eyes, “Do you love him?”

“He is good to me.” Nashira answered, still keeping her gaze on the floor.

Basim frowned, “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Omar is the reason I still have my Baba’s observatory,” She explained, "He is kind. He is a good husband.” She paused for a moment, “I am grateful to him and I will not betray him.”

“But that is not love.” Basim interjected, stepping closer to her once again, “You know as well as I do what love feels like. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the time we shared together, the feelings we had for each other, those feelings don’t just disappear.”

She crossed her arms, looking away, “What we had was just…puppy love.” She said, not knowing if she was trying to convince Basim or herself, “We were young and full of passion and reckless.”

He took her hand and brought it to his chest, “Don’t you remember that night? The night we shared a kiss under the stars? From that moment on, I knew my feelings for you would last forever, Nashira.”

Nashira trained her eyes on the hand at his chest as she thought back to that night, “You and I both know we did more than just share a kiss that night,” She looked him in the eye, “I’m lucky you did not leave me something behind because of that.”

He furrowed his brows, “Nashira, it was only one time-”

“All it takes is one time!” She shouted, but lowered her voice once she gained control of it again, “And if that happened, it would have ruined my life! It was stupid to do what we did!”

Her words stung, but he understood where she was coming from all the same. He couldn’t bear the thought of him potentially ruining her life because of one night of reckless passion. It would have just been more collateral damage thanks to his actions.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, “I should count my lucky stars for the life I have now. I can’t risk jeopardizing it. Not even for you...”

He watched as Nashira walked over to the table, and quickly stuffed a pouch with dates.

She shoved the bag into his hands, “I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am that you’re alive, but things can’t be like they were when we were younger.” She explained sternly.

“Nashira please…“ Basim reached for her, “I love you.”

He couldn’t just let her go. They were meant to be. They were supposed to be together. He knew this. He knew she knew this too, he could see it in her eyes.

Nashira shook her head. She didn’t want to believe it, despite how warm she felt in her chest hearing him say those words, she couldn’t let them get to her. His words didn’t change the fact that he stayed away for so long. If he really loved her, if he really couldn’t live without her, he would have found a way back to her sooner than this. Perhaps if she kept reminding herself of that fact, it would make all of this easier for her.

“I need you to leave, Basim,” She turned around, facing her back towards him, “Please…don’t make this any harder on me than it already is.”

She closed her eyes tightly as tears threatened to fall. She couldn’t let him see her cry. It would only make him stay. If he stayed, even for a moment longer, she wasn’t sure if she’d have the strength to be a faithful wife.

Basim clutched the pouch of dates in his hands, feeling a lump in his throat. He forced himself to walk towards the window. He looked back at her one last time before finally climbing out into the night.

Once she was sure he was gone, Nashira broke down in a fit of sobs feeling like she did when she thought her lover was gone from this world.

Now he was back, but this time, he was out of her reach.