#hammer architects

[cohibacubancigars]

Boston Kitchen Great Room Open concept kitchen - mid-sized 1960s galley medium tone wood floor and brown floor open concept kitchen idea with a single-bowl sink, flat-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, wood countertops, black backsplash, stone tile backsplash, paneled appliances, an island and black countertops

[laineydiemond]

Kitchen Great Room in Boston Open concept kitchen - mid-sized 1960s galley medium tone wood floor and brown floor open concept kitchen idea with a single-bowl sink, flat-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, wood countertops, black backsplash, stone tile backsplash, paneled appliances, an island and black countertops

[astrxthesiai]

Rockette's Tags

⇢✶architectural calculations《Rockette’s results》

[Questionnaire Results]

⇢✶about the heiress《Rockette’s headcanons》

[Headcanons]

⇢✶calculating aloud《Rockette’s musings》

[Musings]

⇢✶interview with the heiress《Rockette’s answers》

[Ask Replies]

⇢✶ overcome with a hammer《Rockette’s rp replies》

[RP Replies]

⇢✶modern crusaders 《Rockette’s soundtrack》

[Soundtrack]

⇢✶of hammers and rulers 《Rockette’s aesthetics》

[Aesthetics]

⇢✶the curious heiress turned criminal 《Rockette Rocketfeller》

[Main tag]

⇢✶ravenqueen pirate shipwright & architect 《Rockette Main Verse》

[Main Verse - One Piece]

⇢✶the klabautermann fae 《Rockette’s fandomless》

[Fandomless Verse - Klabautermann Fae]

[astrcthesiai-archived]

DNA. -What was your muses home life like? (@ Rockette)

Rockette grew up in a wealthy family that was all architects. So, it was mostly spent studying structure, history, art, and mathematics. She was expected to show her parents what she sketched, so she hid her shipwright ideas from her parents. They expected her to follow in her footsteps. Rockette did her best to hide and memorize her ideas for the shipwright, knowing that her family's serving staff could find them and report to her parents.

She watched the shipwrights on her island. They may not be as famous as those from Water 7, but they were just as talented and gave her ideas and advice. She even helped with building some ships just so she understood what it took to create a ship. She would even help with the construction of buildings. She gained quite a bit of muscle from wielding a large hammer.

Today, she has a drafting table nearby Miyuki's in the common room. She built the crew's second ship with the strongest wood she can find on hand. It may not be as advanced as the Sunny, but it comes close! Her only payment is to get her out of her suffocating house and let her explore the wider world.

She is very tough, and in battle wields an augmented hammer that Ana made on hand. She has been coming up with ideas for their third ship should their second ship get destroyed.

[keeps-ache]

i could also kill an architect with one object and technique, and describe it in two words

cain style

[rhenuvee]

Table for Two [Alhaitham x reader]

Summary: Alhaitham receives a love letter from you, and after reading your words he tries to find you, except you seem a little shy to come face to face with him...

Warnings, A/N: reader is gn and portrayed as shy/anxious, this was written on a whim because I literally had a dream about this... ANYWAY-

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"Hi, um- excuse me... Alhaitham?"

You have just entered the cafe where he would be relaxing while drinking his coffee. Alhaitham feels a light tap on his shoulder, and he looks up from his book. He sees you; a familiar Akademiya student by your attire, and nervous from the way you're avoiding eye contact (but still trying to maintain it) and the slight quiver of your lips.

Oh how you wish you could just disintegrate right here and now. You've been harboring a bit of a crush on the Scribe, or Acting Grand Sage now. It's a bit silly when you think of it, though... because you most definitely are catching feelings over miniscule things that Alhaitham probably doesn't bat an eye to.

The word "crush - romantically " doesn't exactly exist in an Akademiya student's vocabulary. If anything, that word would be used to describe what they wish a giant boulder would do to them before an exam.

You were working with other Ksharewar students on a project, when the renowned architect Kaveh came by to give suggestions. A while later, Alhaitham came by and it didn't take long for them to start bickering. Nonetheless, you and the other students continued to work on your parts. It wasn't until a shadow was looming over you, and by the shape of the cape you started sweating, already knowing who it was.

"Did you make this?" Alhaitham says while crouching down to your level to meet your gaze. Your eyes widened, being so close to the Scribe (who not to mention, is quite good looking as well).

"Yes... right now we're testing different methods of insulation since the location in Sumeru is closer to Fontaine, so the air is more moist..." You try to give a confident answer, while Alhaitham has a thinking face.

"Hmm, I'll admit this is impressive." The Scribe says quietly. Your heart fluttered at the compliment, even if it was directed to the whole group, but it made you glad that Alhaitham is not as stoic as he is said to be. It wasn't long until a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"What was that Alhaitham? Speak up I couldn't hear you." Kaveh says with his arms crossed. It seems he secretly heard the comment Alhaitham said and wanted him to admit this project he was leading was good. Alhaitham stands up and leaves to bicker with Kaveh some more.

"The only reason you can't hear me is because of all that hammering you do every night."

"Why- you!"

And a few days after that, you leave the Akademiya to go to the nearest river to dunk one of your industrial projects to cool it down. Suddenly you take notice of a figure sitting nearby, which turns out to be Alhaitham when you give him a second glance. To your surprise, he looks up from his book and gives you a small wave. The Scribe? Waving? At you? Clearly Teyvat is an upside-down world. You ended up awkardly waving back, then realizing how embarrassing it was wearing all your safety gear from before and being covered in dirt.

He looks at you and points at his forehead. Forehead? What? You look at him confusedly until he beckons you to come over and you do. He stands up, leaving his book opened on the ground. Then he reaches his hand towards your forehead and brushes some scraps that have been dusted onto your hair.

“You’ve got wood dust on your hair. You must have been working hard.” he says casually. You are taken aback again as he says something you never thought he would, and you manage to utter out an “I guess so” and “thank you” before he has a small conversation with you, then both of you going back to what you were doing.

Point is, there have been interactions with him like these in the past few weeks have been making you all lovey dovey. You’re hoping that Alhaitham will at least be willing to go somewhere with you even if he doesn’t return your feelings.

"Thank you, I'll... take a look at it." Alhaitham says with a slight suspicion in his voice. You nod and quickly run to exit the cafe. Oh god oh god oh god… you may just have to pay a visit to the statue of the seven to pray to Lesser Lord Kusanali to summon something to eat you alive. Oh but as if that would help you. Even in the afterlife it would come haunting. What were you thinking?

“Wait.” Alhaitham calls out and you stop in your tracks and look back. “You’re (y/n), right?” You nod slowly, then he nods signalling he’s got your confirmation and you scurry out the cafe and quickly to your next class.

To be honest, Alhaitham was confused when he saw you approach him and give him a letter, sealed and signed and everything… a bit fancy for an essay isn’t it? He finishes his coffee quickly, pays his bill and goes on a walk around Sumeru to read it.

Dear Alhaitham…? Soon enough, he realizes it’s not an essay you wanted him to review. He reads through your words and can sense how you were probably nervous to write your feelings out.

Suddenly he sees Kaveh approaching him who has an insult ready to hurl at him. After reading the letter, he makes a note to quickly find you to respond. But first, he had to get away from his roommate.

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More than half the day has gone by and you’ve been on edge the whole time. You were shuffling so fast between classes, it probably looked idiotic from other people’s point of view.

“Hey are you okay?” Your friend whispers who is sitting beside you. You clear your throat before answering.

“Yeah… why?”

“You seem tense… but I think I know why.” Oh no, has your friend found out about your love letter to Alhaitham?! “It’s because the Scribe has been looking for you.” What?

“The- looking for me?” You say in shock.

“Yeah, I’ve seen him going around and asking students if they’ve seen you.” This sends you into a panic as it gets you thinking about the possibilities. He is probably going to reject you right? And with his piercing glare and cold tone. The thought of this makes you zoom out of your last class once it was dismissed, knowing the Scribe was looking for you.

“(Y/n).” You stop like a deer in headlights, and see Alhaitham standing outside near the one of the Akademiya walls, with your letter opened in hand.

“Al-Alhaitham!” You blurted out.

“I read your letter.” He says flatly, and it sucks because you wish you could tell how he’s feeling by his tone. “And I'm flattered. I appreciate your courage for telling me this. If I’m being honest, I enjoy your company as well. You are one of the few people who is able to talk to me normally.”

What does this mean? Is he friend-zoning you? Did he not understand your message?

“If you’re free now, we can go to Puspa Cafe, my treat.” At first your mouth falls at an O-shape, shocked that he's inviting you for a meal. (You wrote the letter expecting good things, smart one!) His offer still makes you unsure whether he meant this as a platonic thing, but nonetheless you smile and nod your head eagerly. Your assignments and projects can wait.

“Hold on…” Alhaitham says before you both set off to eat together. He bends down to your height and his right hand brushes the side of your face- a familiar feeling like that one time. But it’s different this time, because he leans closer and gives you a soft kiss on the cheek. You blush and he pulls away a little, enough for him to get a full glimpse of your face and look in your eyes. You don't think friends do this.

“I understand I’m still a little intimidating to you, so that’ll have to do for now.” He says quietly. With the warmth, still in your skin, you nod shyly and Alhaitham gives what you think is the slightest smile, pats your cheek and pulls away completely. He offers his hand out, and you put your hand in his. Then he closes it, his large hand engulfing yours, and leads you to Puspa Cafe.

“Ah Acting Grand Sage, come for your usual coffee?” The manager of the cafe calls out to him as you both enter.

“Thank you, but not this time.” There’s a pause, in which he takes to look at you while he says this. “Table for two please.”

And oh, how that makes your heart flutter even if it was a small thing. You could only wonder what would happen after the “for now” Alhaitham said.

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Bonus:

“Well how was it, did you give them that winning smile I told you to give?” Kaveh asks while lounging on one of the seats as his roommate comes through the door, letter still in hand.

“No.”

“…you- do you even like this person?! This student has either got to be the most boring or the most charitable and tolerant to like you.” Kaveh is having a crisis over Alhaitham’s lack of romantic behaviour, especially now when it’s necessary.

When the architect ran into the Scribe earlier today, he got excited and thought he’d be nice and help him respond to this admirer. However to Alhaitham, Kaveh’s instructions probably sounded more like blabber, because he couldn’t bother to listen to him.

"Did you at least say something romantic? Oh- Archons, Alhaitham. You really know how to woo someone don't you?" Kaveh says sarcastically to express his disappointment. “Can you at least tell me their name? Or what they look like? Because I want to find them and tell them how stupid you looked pacing around the Akademiya today asking students if they’ve seen them.” Kaveh snickers to himself.

"Even if you did approach them, I doubt they'd respond to a weirdo like you. They're too smart for that."

"You're one to talk!"

However, Kaveh stops shooting the many quips he has prepared for Alhaitham being dense once he catches the slight pink dusting his roommate’s cheeks before entering his study. He'll most likely find out himself sooner or later.

Plus, he can’t deny he loves a good romance, even if one of the characters is his hopeless, stubborn, and aloof roommate.

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Part 2??? Update: Part 2 here!!!

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[wistfulpoltergeist]

Episode 1

Amadeo stood at the rusty gates of his newly bought manor, gazing at the impressive façade of intricate stone carvings and asymmetric wings. 

While Hill House, with its many stained-glass eyes so wide, watched him in return.

That architect was a genius… or a madman. Came the thought.

Amadeo pushed the gate, and it squeaked open, jingling with a heavy padlock on a chain.

He noted installing the modern security system and wondered why the brokers hadn’t set it up to protect the solitary masterpiece, lost in the pine woods.

At the front door, he reached for the door hammer and politely knocked it twice.

Nobody answered. 

He knocked harder, and the door cracked open...

♫Agnes Obel - Familiar♫

Characters Intro | Next

[that-ari-blogger]

Pentious Eyes (It Start With Sorry)

I think its really important to understand that Sir Pentious is introduced as a villain and a schemer. He is an architect of destruction who wants to murk a main character. He’s evil, and he should be unredeemable.

And yet he gets a redemption arc, so, what’s up with that?

Pentious serves to demonstrate the thesis of the series. Hope. To redeem yourself, you need to recognise your flaws and try to get better, you need to look forwards and believe in a better tomorrow for yourself as a person.

This is not optimism. As defined by the show, optimism is passive, hope is not. Optimism says “I wish it would happen”, hope says “It will happen”.

Let me explain.

SPOILERS AHEAD (Hazbin Hotel)

The most memorable part of this song is the “Pentious Eyes Motif”, which goes like this.

I kid you not, those last two notes are the majority of this song’s messaging and themes wrapped up into a single progression.

It’s not actually that uncommon of a phrase. It’s a single note increase from E to F and G to A, forming an E minour and then an F chord. It’s got an upwards inflection that conveys a positive tone, but it's not unusual in itself. If you play enough notes in any order, you will eventually run into that progression.

The trick here is in the name. “Pentious Eyes”. The series associated this progression with a visual, that being the most adorable of all blinks. The song is sparse at this point, so you hear the progression clearly, and suddenly it is stuck in everyone’s mind as associated with that character.

There is more to it, however, specifically in how it changes over the course of the song.

We start with the idealistic, overtly saccharine version that is too high for most people to sing. Then it is played again, each time following the word “sorry” to hammer home the thematic.

I want to briefly talk about the differing registers that this number is sung in. Charlie is a soprano, matching her high aspirations. But the description of her verses that came to mind was “heavenly”. They have that sweeping, smooth tone that reminds me of chapel choirs. Partially, this is the limited backing, which serves to let her voice stand out without upstaging it, but the music comes across as ungrounded.

Meanwhile, Pentious is voiced by Alex Brightman who I believe sings Tenor. I’m far from the expert, but the terminology isn’t important. The point I’m making is that Pentious’ voice is so much lower than Charlie’s. He has to reach up to meet her, and she has to come down to meet him. Symbolically, he has to improve for her to reach down and help him up.

When Pentious does start singing, the music gets a lot denser, with strings backing up the piano and almost causing Pentious to blend in with it. Pentious isn’t special, Charlie is, and she’s offering him help up.

“Who could forgive a dirtbag like me? I don’t deserve your amnesty.”

I feel like the reading of Pentious as being just misguided and therefore not truly bad takes away from his story. Because he’s right. He doesn’t deserve the amnesty. He’s tried to kill multiple members of the cast, and the only reason he didn’t succeed was that he was adorably incompetent.

However, that’s the point here. He didn’t deserve amnesty, but he still received it. That’s who Charlie is, the person who offers a chance at a better life, no matter who to.

As Charlie lifts towards her ideal, Pentious tries to follow, but is unable. She has to meet him halfway so they can rise together.

“It will take time to cover for my vast multitude of sins but sorry is where it begins”

Bingo. The song is about the start of a redemption arc, not it in its entirety, and it addresses this fact here.

Redemption is a journey; you don’t just get forgiven and move on. You don’t just say “sorry” and then become a better person. An apology is just the first step on that journey.

However, this does lead to my criticism of the series, pacing. The series is shorter than it was pitched as, and I will insist that this is mostly not a fault of the writers, but a negative impact that the Amazon executives have had on the series.

As a side effect of the shortening, Sir Pentious doesn’t get nearly enough character development. He gets moments, individual moments, but the show can’t get across the journey of his character with just a song and about ten other non-comedic lines.

Genuinely, the best fix for this flaw in the series would be “more of the series”, which is worth noting, but in my opinion, doesn’t take enough away from the show to stop me enjoying it.

Before I go, I want to mention what this says about the end goal of redemption. Because I have been going on about “becoming better” but that is vague as all hell. So, what are the tangible benefits of being a better person.

In this series, there are two incentives, a carrot and a stick. The former of these is genocide. Be better, or you will get murked. But this is a false reward in this situation. For one, nobody knows it’s possible, but also, Heaven doesn’t care if you get better. As I discussed in my post on Hell is Forever, the one size fits all style of retributive justice really doesn’t help anything.

So, what about the other incentive?

I would say that is community and compassion. The villainy in this series is presented as self-defeating. Pentious seeks the Vees’ approval, and puts his neck on the line for them, and Vox is awful to him. The Vees themselves are a part of one of the most toxic group dynamics ever put to screen, its stable for the moment, but you don’t ever get the feeling that these three wouldn’t immediately drop each other if it became convenient.

Enter Charlie, someone who will protect Pentious from his own actions, and who offers friendship to someone who doesn’t deserve it. The music backs up Charlie’s greatest strength. She can see the best in people and inspire them to see it as well.

The best thing you can give someone is a support network.

Final Thoughts

Ok, I have to get this out of my system. But Pentious knew about Alastor being back before the Vees did. Like, he wants respect from the Vees, but at this point he’s just picking fights with someone he thinks they will want dead.

I’m just not sure “impressed” would be the first emotion to cross Vox’s face if Alistor turned up dead on his doorstep after being missing for seven years.

This isn’t my observation, but Tumblr’s delightful search engine won’t let me find the original. So, if you know who they are, please give me a shout.

Next week, however, I will be discussing Respectless, and the Vees in general. The good, the bad, and the Velvette. So, stick around if that interests you.

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[sitp-recs]

15 fics with Harry pursuing unusual careers

I love the adrenaline and potential angst within the Auror partners trope as much as the next guy, but we can all agree that our mental health improves 10 times when we see Harry leaving the Ministry, embracing other possibilities and making his own destiny. This rec list hopes to celebrate those creative, disruptive, feel-good fics that are not afraid to come up with the most absurd positions and original job titles. They can be fun, smutty, depressing, hopeful or cathartic; there’s a little bit of everything in here and I’m hoping to bring some hidden gems into everyone’s radar, too. Happy readings!

Twisted Wizards by Enchanted_Jae (T, 3k)

Draco is just putting his life back together when Potter comes along and mucks it all up again. Job: storm chaser

The R. Correspondence by noeon (T, 7.5k)

While working on the Bagshot papers, Draco makes an important discovery for British Wizarding History. Now if only Harry can keep him alive long enough to enjoy it. Job: private security consultant

Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (T, 10k)

Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping. Job: writer

Home County, orphaned (G, 10k)

Harry is an architect and the reluctant part-owner of his own firm. Malfoy works at The Ministry but doesn’t actually have a proper job title even though what he does sounds as though it’s pretty important. Job: architect

A Working Title by mindabbles (E, 12k)

Another in the long line of absurd biographies finally drives Harry to a desperate act. How desperate he doesn't know until his ghost writer shows up at his door. Job: Daily Prophet columnist

An Improbable Bout of Summer Madness by acari (E, 16k)

Draco had planned a quiet, peaceful summer holiday with his son. The last thing he expected was to find Potter here, in Draco's little Cornish retreat. Making fudge in a shop? The idea was too ludicrous for words. Job: fudge shop owner

The Strongest Affinity by @eidheann (T, 17k)

Trouble finding a wand for Scorpius leads Harry and Draco to something they never imagined. Job: wandmaker

Phoenix Repair Services by carpemermaid (E, 20k)

Draco hires a suspiciously private wizarding handyman to fix his kitchen when he returns home to find it destroyed. He expects a middle-aged wizard with greying hair and a pudgy gut to show up. Instead, he gets Harry Potter—with a utility belt and a charming smile—who is more attractive than he has any right to be. Job: Handyman

The Snitch-Maker by Omi_Ohmy (T, 21k)

Draco is content with his Snitches, with the tap tap tap of his hammer, and the tiny gears and sharp scent of metal in his workshop - until one day Harry Potter appears, asking for help to solve a rash of Snitch-tampering in the Quidditch world. Job: QUABBLE official (Quidditch representative)

Silhouettes in Sunsets by Pie (T, 22k)

Draco Malfoy was a Gringotts accountant by day and a luthier by night, making musical instruments that sang the language of the player’s heart, language audible only to the ears of his soul mate. Harry Potter was a struggling quill pal to the children of war and the owner of Hedwig’s Owl Emporium on Diagon—haven for future pets, owls retired from services and orphaned chicks. Job: Owl Emporium owner

Better To Burn Than To Fade Away by Ren (E, 23k)

Harry Potter is a legend in the world of broomstick racing. He's won almost every cup, trophy, and bowl – except for the historical London-Nome which has been on hiatus for the past several years. Now the London-Nome is starting again, and Harry will do anything to pull off one last big win. Job: broomstick racer

Doing the Lambeth Walk by @blamebrampton (T, 26k)

There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works. Job: Owner of a Social Housing and Care Centre

All Roads by @korlaena (M, 36k)

Draco hates his job at the Prophet. He hates it even more when he’s assigned to write an article on Harry Potter, who left the country three years ago after their falling out. Draco doesn’t want to face the truth about himself, but he’s stuck between Harry and his duty, and he’s out of options. Job: Magizoologist

Whimsical by strawberryrose (T, 42k)

In which Draco is completely out of his depth (until he isn’t), Harry builds something improbable with the help of his friends, and everyone bonds over food. Job: amusement park owner

What Shall Not Be Unearthed by @iero0 (E, 49k)

At the northernmost point of Shetland, surrounded by pointed cliffs, towers the Ootsta Lighthouse on a small isle in the middle of the open sea. Little does Harry know that he's not the only new lighthouse keeper. Draco Malfoy is as obnoxious as he always was, with his posh tone of voice and his luxury yacht jumpers. Job: lighthouse keeper

[useless-catalanfacts]

La Pedrera. Photos from Ajuntament de Barcelona and La Pedrera.

Nowadays, la Pedrera is one of the most famous building in Barcelona, Catalonia. It's one of the most emblematic buildings in the Catalan Modernism style, and has been declared part of the UNESCO World Heritage Site "Works of Antoni Gaudí".

But it hasn't always been recognised as good architecture, all the opposite! In fact, take a look at its name: it's technically called Casa Milà (house of the Milà family), but locals always call it "la Pedrera", which means "the quarry" in the Catalan language. When it was built, in 1910, Barcelonians thought it looked like an ugly piece of stone-y quarry mountain in the middle of the city.

But that's not the only thing that they thought it looked like. Let's see some parodies that were published at the time:

In 1909, the popular magazine Cu-Cut! published this vignette of a mother and a son walking in front of the house, when the child asks his mom "was there also an earthquake here?". This is a reference to an earthquake that happened in Sicily the previous month, and to the house's bendy shapes that look like it was shaken.

In 1925, the children's magazine En Patufet also joined in, with a vignette where the owner realises he can't hang up curtains* on this windows.

*Note: I'm using the translation "curtains" as a simplification so that English speakers without a detailed knowledge of Catalan culture can understand the joke. The vignette actually uses the word "domàs", meaning a decorative textile that is hanged from balconies during holidays.

In 1910, Cu-cut! compared it to a mona, the cake that Catalans eat on Easter Monday, by drawing a vignette where a child says "Daddy, daddy, I want a mona as big as this one!".

Three times did the magazine El Diluvio mock this building.

First, in 1910, they called it a "Medieval architecture model, between burrow and burial, that I don't quite dislike". It described its future in the following way: "the round gaps in the façade have become dark holes where all kinds of vermin come in and out: crocodiles and rats, but also snakes, hedgehogs, owls, sea monsters... Two undulating lines wrap up the building, which stands in front of an absolutely black sky. Above it, in the rooftop, the chimneys, the air vents and the stairs' endings have stopped being whipped cream mountains to become sinister piles of skulls."

In 1911, El Diluvio striked again, comparing the building's cast iron handrails to a fish stand. Their illustration had Casa Milà with a sign saying "cod entrails sold here!".

And lastly, it made fun of the controversial statue of Our Lady of the Rosary that was supposed to go on top. The Milà family in the end decided not to place the statue (some say because they didn't like how the sculptor made it, some say it's because they were scared of having a religious symbol after the 1909 anti-clerical riots) but the architect Gaudí, who was a very religious man, insisted on having it. This caused the Milàs and Gaudí to argue, which the magazine represents with a caricature of Mr. Milà wearing a Tarzan-like loincloth and branding a whip fighting against Gaudí wearing a pith helmet, grabbing him by the hair and hitting him with a hammer. The text under the image translates to "Will the Virgin Mary stand on top of the peculiar monument? Who will win, Gaudí or Milà?".

In 1912, the popular magazine L'Esquella de la Torratxa imagined that this extravagant futuristic building could only be a garage for parking airship and air-planes. This satirical drawing is titled "Future Barcelona. The true destiny of the Milà and Pi house". (Milà and Pi were the owners of this building).

The text that accompanied this illustration wondered if this building is the Wagnerian Valhalla, an anti-aircraft defense for the Moroccan War, or a hangar for zeppelins.

What do you think? Was the banter justified?

[romanitas]

peers out into the abyss, in the year 2024. dusts off spy au tag after nine (??????) years. anyone still here?? hello. i finally bring more of it. here it is on ao3 if tumblr is rude about it.

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It all comes out rather mechanically and professionally, but Annabeth thinks that might make it all worse.  She knows there are aspects of her life she isn’t allowed to share, and she avoids details like who exactly she works for. It’s almost like she’s giving a summarizing report to a superior, not a boyfriend. But at the look on his face as she unweaves her life, she realizes she should probably stop thinking of Percy Jackson as her boyfriend. She is an infiltrator who steamrolled her way over his life, and he watches her with a deep undercurrent of hurt and hostility.  “I was just supposed to find out more about what was happening with Jason’s dad,” she says, her voice hollow and apologetic. “With the company. I didn’t expect…” Luke and gunshots. Dragging Percy through a dangerous situation when he was only meant to be a window into information. Piper and Jason to be solid, lovely friends. Percy Jackson to arguably be the best relationship she’s ever had. 

“I’m sorry.”

Percy’s quiet. He’d stayed quiet the whole time she spoke, graciously allowed her the uninterrupted time to explain herself, even when she knew she hadn’t deserved it. Annabeth feels like she’s standing on glass, but she’s not about to make the next move. He looks at her, then looks around the room, then back at her. Percy is an unexpectedly thoughtful guy, but this level of silence churns her gut.  She swears she hears the clock ticking. “So, do you like, not even care about penguins?”

She stares at him, befuddled. “What?”  Percy crosses his arms, angrily tapping his fingers against his bicep. “That’s what you talked to me about, when we met. You asked me about penguins.”  The fact that he remembered really shouldn’t surprise her. Her face falls; her reply is haphazard. “Everybody cares about penguins.” “Good, because if you lied about penguins on top of everything else, we might really have a problem.” His tone is bitingly sarcastic, a bullet of its own kind, and she flinches, however deserved.  “I’m sorry,” she mutters, again. “Annabeth, you lied. About everything. About - about - ” He trails off and throws his hands up in the air, before grabbing his water and chugging about half to cool himself down. She doesn’t really know how much it’ll actually cool him down, but it’s his go-to.  “I was going to tell you. That’s why I wanted to meet you - before Luke showed up -” Percy glowers. “Then what? You just - you thought everything would be fine?” She shakes her head. “I didn’t know what! I just knew I had to stop lying!” “Yeah? Took you how many months?” He pauses. “Months. You’ve been pretending to date me for months.” It’s like the reality of that finally, wholly sinks in for him, and his anger flashes with heartbreak heavy enough to punch her own. She can’t even reach out to him. The urge is there, but she restrains it, knowing full well she’s lost the privilege of touching him.  “It was my job, Percy,” she says after a moment, a weak attempt at some sort of defense she knows won’t hold up.  “You’re not even an architect.” He says it like that surprises him most of all, but she supposes she had been rather passionate about it. She knows as much about design as she does intelligence. “No,” she admits, then admits something else not many people do know.  “But I almost was.” He looks at her again, with regret, anger, and even a sort of empathy she doesn’t think she deserves. “I watched you shoot someone.”  Her demeanor betrays her, as she feels her eyes well up. “I had to.” “I know,” he says quietly, frowning. He closes his eyes and turns away from her, pressing his hands against the kitchen counter and leaning against it, like somehow it’s another realization that hammers in the reality of his girlfriend. 

Annabeth uses the brief respite to furiously wipe at her eyes. She doesn’t know how to salvage this. She wants to, badly. She’s simultaneously done one of the best and worst jobs she’s ever been assigned. Discovering Luke changed the game. Falling in love with Percy altered her life entirely. 

It takes a few minutes, but Percy finally turns back around to look at her. He watches her like she’s a stranger despite the knowing flicker to his eyes. He knows a lot about her, the side of her that isn’t a spy, the side of her she sometimes wishes could be present more often. But she is a spy too, and part of the job description includes sabotage. She’s always been very good at that. She’s just never sabotaged herself before. 

“I told you I loved you,” he says, and that hurts most of all, because it sounds like he doesn’t believe it. Like he can’t believe he’d gone and fallen for her, that he played right into her hands. 

Her expression shatters. “I know,” she says, the words catching. She has to tell him now, because she doesn’t know if she’ll get another chance. It’s a ruinous confession but there’s no escaping it. “And I - I fell in love with you too, Percy. I wanted to tell you so badly.”

He looks gobsmacked. “How? When it was all just - just bullshit to you?”

Annabeth shakes her head. “No. It wasn’t. It might have started that way, but -”

“How am I supposed to believe that, Annabeth? How can I possibly know anything you say to me is going to be the truth at this point? I just watched you - watched you take on some guy, shoot him in the leg, and work with a whole team of super spies, and now you’re here trying to tell me you love me?” He almost sounds desperate to believe it himself. Like he doesn’t want to not love her. He runs a hand through his hair, and Annabeth doesn’t know what to say to any of that. “Fuck. Jason and Piper, they trusted you too.” 

“I -”

His face darkens. “I introduced you to my mom.” He whirls on her, eyes hard. “Is my mother safe?” 

Annabeth nods immediately, and the look he gives her might be the worst one yet. “I had a team check on her apartment. And someone’s watching outside, just to be sure.” 

Relief washes over him, but anger still bubbles under the surface. Maybe she never should have gone to meet Sally. Maybe this wouldn’t be happening now, because somehow it feels like Sally Jackson is one of the pieces that made everything feel more real. But that’s wishful thinking, because there was no future with Percy Jackson in the cards under the circumstances in which she first came into his life to begin with. She foolishly allowed herself to feel like maybe there could be - like the laughing and the cuddling and the smiling and the happiness that swarmed inside her could be genuine, if she let go of so many other pieces. If she stopped being a liar. 

Luke always did bring out the worst in her, but she doesn’t even know if she can wholly blame him. Percy’s reaction to the truth was doomed to exist, no matter how she admitted herself to him. Perhaps they were doomed from the start too. She knows that. She just wishes she didn’t know that. 

“It explains some things,” Percy says slowly, like he doesn’t want to say it at all. “I guess I tried to ignore them. I really wanted this to work. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

“You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met. I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Percy.” 

His face is crestfallen. “And I feel like I don’t even know who you are, Annabeth.”

He looks at her for a very, very long time. Annabeth doesn’t keep track. She’s run out of things to say, run out of excuses, run out of apologies, and Percy looks burnt out on his anger. He’s cradling it, afraid to let go, but tired of holding it. 

He deflates. “I can’t…” 

Annabeth swallows. Waiting. It feels like something of an end. 

“Get out. Just go, please.”

She does.

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omg i’m kinda late but 48 + alhaitham?

nothing needs to be said. just wordlessly handing him a cup, just how he likes it. however, you being the one to fix it for him unprompted is the best part; he’s reminded that the peaceful life he’s worked hard to cultivate for himself wouldn’t be the same without you, the one he loves.

48. Getting them a coffee just the way they like it. | "Do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out; as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed—or have you, too, turned from this world, or have you, too, gone crazy for power, for things?" — The Sun, Mary Oliver

When Alhaitham wakes, it is dawn and the birds are yet to chirp. He is not a morning person—he does not rise with the sun and set with it, instead choosing to follow what his body does, but now, his eyes are bleary as they blink open.

The feeling of you over his chest is familiar, him being pressed down on the mattress with both of your combined weights. It's funny, how he'd rather soak in the moment you are there in his arms; dead asleep; most likely drooling; but he finds that he doesn't mind. He lifts his hand to splay it over the expanse of your back, turns his head to nose your hair, and breathes.

His duties as a scribe have yet to call him, and he can lay here, with no other responsibility other than loving you.

But restlessness overcomes him—perhaps something he's gotten from you: lively and cheerful as you are. So, he shifts, gently, to move you out of his hold, and lays you down on the bed with the sheets up to your chin. The weight of you on him remains like a phantom, as if he shouldn't have moved in the first place.

Alhaitham leaves bed, but not without giving you another look. He's right: you're drooling. (Until he's wiped it off, he doesn't go.)

Things have changed when you came into the picture. You were something his friends hadn't known until a band of gold was around your finger, something he'd kept hidden—but you were in no way a secret. You were an oath he promised to keep, and out of respect, Kaveh moved to find another place.

(You were worried for him when he decided to. The concerned looks you shot Alhaitham with whenever Kaveh's situation was ever mentioned in conversation shouldn't had faze him as it should, despite the repeated attempts of assurance given to mostly you.

He'd known Kaveh would find a place for himself, strangely affordable and was perfect for his career; meaning that he could go off and hammer down every nook and cranny away with no one to wake other than his neighbours. His senior had cheerfully shared the news, then, to you and both Cyno and Tighnari, and while you remained unaware—mostly, he thinks you know but say nothing—the two had the knowledge that the house Kaveh was staying in was negotiated to a lower, reasonable price; one where an architect with too big of a heart can afford.

Alhaitham admits that, after he's moved, he's kept Kaveh's room clean in case he decides to crash.)

The home is quiet, this time. There is no abundant laughter, soft singing, or conversation that comes with his arrival to the living room. It is too unfamiliar and too different, so unlike the routine he's kept for years on end, and so, he forgoes the need to eat.

With a book in hand, from the bookshelf down the hallway across your shared room, he sits down on one of the divans and reads.

When the birds are chirping, and the sunshine begins to trickle in, so do you too come shuffling out of the bedroom, hair messy and shirt sizes too large for you, to head to the kitchen.

He's sure you don't notice him in the living room. If he wanted to scare you, he'd say something smart, but instead, he watches.

You prepare the coffee with practiced steps. A clatter then and there, then he sees a pan set on the stove—are you going to make kebab, or shawarma? A sizzle sets in the air, the smell of meat drafting over him, and Alhaitham buries his nose into the book with the knowledge that when he's finished, he can eat.

As the other plate is placed on your side, he bookmarks the last page he's on and rises from the divan, crossing the living room in long strides.

"Good morning," he greets, already up in your space to hug you from behind to nose that space on your neck; kisses abound that makes tickles. Your energy comes later in the day, so, what he gets in reaction is a low sigh and an exchange of his greeting, "Mm, morning. Why didn't you eat ahead of me?"

You've noticed him in the living room, then. "Your cooking tastes better," Alhaitham surmises, but it is the truth; he would never say a lie, especially to you. "And food tastes better with company."

"Is that what you always say to Kaveh first thing in the morning?"

He makes a face. "I believe it's the other way around."

Despite morning having risen for you just minutes ago, your laugh comes out full and warm. He can feel it, just like this, when he holds you—the shaking of your shoulders, the little breaths you take in between—and it feels like home.

"Sit already, Hayi," His protests are quickly swallowed because you move away from him swiftly, but never departing without a kiss, and you go back to the stove and counters to pick up the dallah and two fenjals for the both of you.

He watches you pour his cup of coffee, and it smells rich, pleasant, and... sweet, just how he likes it. (He ignores the mischief in your features.) In return, he pours your own cup, and then you are seated in front of him.

When Alhaitham takes the first sip, the day has started—and it is with you.

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if gortash survived and gale become god of ambition would gortash change or stay with bane?

Oh, he is absolutely staying with Bane.

See, there's ambition, and then there's ambition. While both Bane and Gale can be considered to have some degree of hold over the idea of 'ambition,' it is in very separate ways.

Gale is a more wispy, arrogant version of ambition. Ambition in general. Needing favor bestowed to follow a dream or perhaps a whim. Wishing for a little extra push. A look in the right direction, the right kind of attention, the simplest detail to bring together a complex spell for the first time. The right book, the right time, the right person.

The studious wizard; the eager bard; the bright-eyed swordsman; the gifted student; the young and the hopeful and the hubris.

Bane is grit and hands in the dirt. He is the fire that forges the blade and the hammer that shapes it. He is the desperate, the angry, the cruel, and the brutal. He is strength and power, and if you do not have it of your own volition, you do not deserve it.

The hellbound boy; the sneering warlord; the cruel architect; the ruthless king; the empty-eyed killer.

Bane will not give you ambition, but he will show you how to claim it if your nerves are iron enough to withstand. He is blood under the nails, tears long dried, and fury so hot that it burns even the wielder. He is lack of forgiveness. He is brutality. He is might is right and compassion is weakness.

The desperate do not turn to Gale. The hopeful turn to Gale. The arrogant. The needy. Those wishing they were recognized. Those chasing a dream. Those with the stars still in their eyes.

The desperate turn to Bane. They are not hopeful. They are tears long dried and hatred and blood like fire. They will mould the world like clay because they can, and because you cannot stop them. The world showed them no pity, and you shall receive none in turn.

Bane is the Black Hand that destroys and crushes and burns, and rebuilds in His image.

Gale is the ethereal hand that guides like a gentle wind from time to time. Indifferent and so terribly soft that sometimes you cannot even feel it. Inconsequential. Pointless.

Gortash is not a starry eyed child. He is whipped and flogged and wrung dry. He cannot count on anyone but himself, and he will tear down the walls with his own two fucking hands if he must. He is domination and tyranny through deceit and intelligence and strategy and strength.

Gale would wash his hands of Gortash-- and Gortash would never look to such an unrealistic ideal in the first place. Blood begets blood. He knows this. No adorable ideals spouted by arrogant heels will change this. Death, blood, strength, and cruelty. These are pillars-- they are not follies.

Gale, against Bane, is yet another frivolous, useless God with no real point but their own self-worship. Followed by fools, depended on by fools. Bane does not offer meager blessings and pageantry. He offers change, if you are strong enough to take it. He offers power, if you are clever enough to keep it. He offers a doctrine that will justify and even exalt you for these choices. Wash away the pain with blood and rebuild in your own--and his-- image. Take what is yours by right.

Show no mercy, for you shall be shown none. This is the way of the world. The strong eat the weak and take as they please. You can be fodder-- or you can be king.

No God can hand you this power. But Bane will smile as you take it.

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Chasing the Clouds: A Journey Back to The Beef | 3

Summary: After the meet, you reminisced.

WC: 2141

T/W: Cursing, unresolved mental issues, trauma, suic!de, angst, and smut.

You stared at your ring while sitting on the coffee table. You wiped the tears that have been streaming down since you left your dad’s place. It’s been streaming non-stop. You hitched a breath and bawled your eyes out till you heard your phone ring. It was Phillip, your fiance, calling.

You took a deep breath before answering. “Hey, honey.”

“Hey, babe,” He sounded happy. You covered your lips so he won’t hear you crying. “Just wanna check up on you. How was the party?”

You bit your lip. “It was fun. Jer had a blast.”

“That’s good to hear. Sorry I had to miss it.”

“That’s okay,” You replied. “There’s always a next one.”

“Yeah,” He sighed. “Well, just called to check on you but I gotta head out now. I just stepped out to call. I’ll call you later. Love you, babe.”

You felt the tears fall down as the call dropped. You went to your bedside and opened it. There you saw the ring Carm gave you. It’s a silver halo ring with your birthstone in the middle. You smiled when you remembered when you got engaged and when you told your families. How happy you both were back then.

“So, you guys, wanna hear the story?” Mikey asked as he’s washing his hands on the sink. You’re at their family house cooking up lunch for the Sunday barbeque.

“Yeah, Mikes, go ahead,” Carm answered. You sat beside Richie on the counter with your hands inside Carm’s jacket so you can hide the ring.

“All right, here we go,” Richie started while munching on chips.

You and Nat both rolled your eyes together before laughing. Nat’s leaning on the counter beside you, topping up the pizza. Richie was already laughing even though the story’s not starting yet.

“All right,” Mikey added. “So we’re at Ceres, right, which was the bar at the bottom of the Board of Trade Building. It was just this little bar in the lobby, right? The place opened at 6:30 in the morning, so that when traders lost their ass when the market opened they could just walk over and just get hammered in this little fucking bar.”

Carm wiped his hands as he turned to listen to his brother’s story. He looked at you before kissing you then leaned on you. You wrapped your arm around his arms and leaned on his head.

“Anyway, the name “Ceres” was named after the Goddess of Agriculture, sorry, and…” Mikey belched.

Nat went up to him. “You and your fucking Ceres…”

“Someone’s jealous you weren’t invited?” Mickey mocked her.

You laughed then gave Carm a kiss on the temples. He stood between your legs and held your free arm to wrap around his waist. You propped your chin on his neck, giving him a light peck which tickled him.

“I would not have gone. Thank you,” Nat striked back and grinned.

“You would have gone,” Mikey emphasized. “Carmy, grate some parmesan.”

Carm kissed your hand before slipping out. “I got ya,” He tapped Mike on his shoulder.

You smiled at them bickering, seizing the moment you have together. After this, you’ll go back to San Francisco for Nursing School. Who knows when you’ll see each other again.

“You’re jealous,” Mikey snickered to his sister. “Anyway, on top of the building, there was a statue of Ceres and her back, for all of you historians, was facing towards the east. And that’s because all the trading had just moved to the Midwest.”

“Oh, really?” You mockingly asked. Mikey eyed you up which made you laugh. “Sorry, go ahead.”

“So, the architect John Storrs, legend has it that he built this statue as like a big ‘fuck you’,” Mikey continues while sprinkling some parmesan.

“Christ,” Richie laughed. “Wake me up when the story starts and the fucking class is dismissed.”

All of you laughed at him. Mikey gave him a finger. He gave one back before drinking his scotch.

“Tell the story!” Nat urged him as she stirred the marinara sauce.

“I’m trying to tell the fucking story,” Mikey said as she tasted the sauce which earned a grunt of Sug.

“Anyway, so, the point is, we’re out all night, we’re drunk as shit, we’re fucking high as shit,” Mikey went on and faced everyone. “We figure the only place that’s still open of course is…”

“Ceres,” You both answered. He gave you a salute and you winked at him. Richie jumped down to taste the pizza Nat made while Carm garnished the beef.

“And being 6:45 in the morning, we are right to assume that the place is gonna be a fucking ghost town,” Mikey implied. “Fuck off,” he grabbed the raisins Nat was waving at him.

“Get outta here with those raisins,” Richie said with his mouth full.

“Mum always added raisins,” She stated.

“We are not doing raisins,” Mikey screeched while waving his hands.

Nat sighed in disbelief before looking at you. You gave her a smile and a shrug.

“Anyway, cousin, was it a ghost town?” Rich asked.

“Oh, we’re not done yet?” You blurted out.

“Baby doll,” Miked called you. “Shush your mouth.”

Your eyes widened and sized him up. Mikey gave you a smile before joining Richie laughing.

“Hey,” Carm called his brother. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. Mikey apologized before resuming his story. “No, it was not a ghost town. Not only was it not a ghost town, it was a fucking rager.”

Carm finished and went back to his previous place. He smiled at you before giving you a squeeze on the thigh. “It was fucking packed,” Mikey bragged, his veins popping out of his neck. “It was just like…” He made an explosion sound. “Right? All fucking Blackhwak fans, and cousin, who’s there?”

“Savvy,” Richie yelled out.

“Get outta here,” You and Carm laughed.

“Dennis motherfucking Savard,” Mickey roared then flexed his Savvy. They both yelled out mundane stuff about who they saw that made you all burst out laughing. Mickey went on to tell that they also saw Belfour and how Savvy was inducted to the Hockey Hall of Fame and they walked to his going off party and when Savvy saw the Ceres pamphlet, he changed his outgoing message as Goddess of Agriculture.

“That’s stupid,” You laughed with them.

“Fucking stupid,” Carm agreed.

“So dumb,” Nat added.

The air filled with laughter as you watched Carm roll the beef and stick it with toothpicks. Mikey continued to tell stories on who they saw, which this time was Bill Murray. You smiled at the view you had. How everything was so light, calm, and you were all truly happy. Nat continued to force smiles and mocked his stories that you sometimes joined. You got down and had a beer with your ringless arm then joined Carmy on rolling the beef.

“Is the story done now?” Carm asked, wiping his hands before turning to everyone. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you tighter. “We have a story to tell as well.”

“Okay,” Mikey crossed his arms. “Shoot, bear.”

You all looked at their eager eyes waiting for your story. Nat crossed his legs and leaned on the counter. You watched as their faces were filled with confusion. Rich held his beer intently. Mikey lightly shrugged with his arms crossed. You slowly showed your left hand with a bright smile along with Carmy who’s hugging you tightly.

“We’re getting married!” You screamed, jumping with joy.

The screams echoed through the wall with congratulatory marks. Rich choked on his beer which splattered a little on Mikey. Nat’s eyes welled with tears as she hugged you both. Mikey had an awe on his face, it took him a moment to say something.

“Aww, guys, this is so awesome,” Nat stuck out her bottom lip as she examined your ring before giving you a hug once again. “This is so exciting!” She exclaimed.

“Mike, you okay, bro?” Carmy called out his brother who had tears in his eyes. Mike slowly approached Carm and pulled him to a tight hug and shut his eyes off. “Woah, okay, buddy.”

Rich turned to you and hugged you as well. “Oh, please, don’t get divorced.”

You jokingly slapped his shoulder and rolled your eyes. Nat hugged you from the back as you watched the brothers hug. You smiled at Mikey when he opened his eyes. You saw the happiness lingering on his eyes and how he’s trying not to let out his tears.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am for you,” Mike said as he pulled out of the hug. He cupped his little brother’s face. “Don’t mess this up.”

You laughed at what he said. Carm shook his head before nodding. “No messing this up,” He acknowledged his brother.

Mike then turned to you and gave you the warmest hugs. You felt him kiss the side of your head as you heard him sniff. “I’m so… so happy for you.”

A smile slowly formed on your face and the tears started to well up on how happy you felt to hear that. “Thanks, Mikey,” you whispered and kissed him on the cheek.

You all went to the Sunday barbecue where you drank champagne, danced til midnight, and had endless laughter from the many stories Mike and Richie had. You went home to your shared apartment and sat on the coffee table that your dad gave as a gift for Christmas. You gave Carm a glass of water while you had a cup of warm milk to help you sleep. Both of you sat in a calm and safe space of silence. Your feet were on Carm’s legs as he massaged your toes from the heels you wore. The only noise coming from you were the sips you both took and the breeze coming from the window.

“When should we get married?” Carm suddenly asked, still looking and massaging your toes.

You let out a chuckle. “When would you want?” You emphasized.

“Up to you, babe,” He answered, giving you a smile.

You shrugged. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not?” He raised a brow.

“You letting me decide,” You raised a brow back. From the beginning, Carm always lets you get what you want as long as it makes you happy. From the movies you want to the majority of the furniture in your apartment. “Oh! I know a fun way how to decide! We should play a game!”

“Are we basing our wedding decisions on a game?” Confusement gazing on his face.

You stuck out your bottom lip. “Maybe.”

Carmy took a sip of water while staring at you. “Shoot.”

“Okay, you go first.” You sat straight. “Clear your mind. Take a deep breath. We get to ask five questions about the wedding and we answer as fast as we can. No thinking.”

Carm closed his eyes and took a deep breath. You asked if he’s ready and he nodded. You grinned at his seriousness. He’s really taking this seriously since he wants the wedding to be perfect. Just like how perfect you are. He wants to give you the wedding you want and deserve.

“Flowers?” You quickly ask.

“Pink petunias.”

“Cater?”

“Mikey.”

“Color motif?”

“Dusty blue and sage green.”

“Food?”

“Italian and Japanese.”

“Date?”

“November 11”

“Carmy!” You called him out. You raised a brow at him while he had this sneaky grin on his face. “That’s all of my favorite things!”

He let out a chuckle. “I know. It’s your wedding day. I want you to have all the things you want.”

“It’s your wedding too,” You stated, eyeing him.

“I know,” He replied, placing his chin on his palm with his elbows propped on the table. “I just wanna be married to you.”

You pursed your lip trying not to smile. Carmen Berzatto is your death. You can’t help but to squeal and jump on his lap. You grazed his head to his chin while looking at his intense, warm blue eyes. Your hands settled on his chin, drawing circles on it. You saw him lean, so carefully slow. You weren’t sure if you two were breathing or now and you know you can hear your hearts breathing. You felt a shiver as we inserted his hands on your jumper and spelt his name on your waist. You can’t feel whether it's cold or not because at the moment, all you can feel is him, everywhere, filling everything with him.

“I love you so fucking much,” He whispered.

Then he kissed you, gently and passionately.

His lips were the softest thing you’ve ever known, soft like a new bought pillow, like biting into a cotton candy, like floating and being weightless in water. It’s sweet, just like how he is.

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Noises

June 19, Post 15 of the "30 Days Fanfic Event"

Alhaitham x Male Reader

“I hope my roommate won't be hammering away on another one of his projects in the dead of night... Actually, I'd prefer if he wasn't home at all. I really don't want to wear my soundproof earpieces to bed.”

synopsis: In which Alhaitham can’t sleep from the sounds of Kaveh’s architect duties, and needs you♡

Hammering noises echoed throughout the house, harsh sounds reaching Alhaitham’s room. 

Alhaitham’s immediately opened after a particularly loud noise. The scribe’s eyes trailed to your hand, the one that he held in the middle of between you both. You laid on your back, eyes closed with a peaceful expression. Alhaitham was on his side, so that he could hold your hand, yet the space between you two put a small distance. 

A stoic and intimidating man to the Akademiya and the public, yet he was shy for you since he wasn’t used to physical contact or initiating affection. Whatever you did, heat would rush to his cheeks. Alhaitham would reread the same sentence of the paragraph in his book multiple times without stopping as he subtly stiffened, his breathing quickly becoming uneven.

The hammering only grew louder and louder, leading to Alhaitham deciding to close the gap between the both of you on the bed. The scribe didn’t want to start wearing his soundproof earpieces to sleep, but he was seriously considering it. The better and more preferable option was to dig his face into your chest or neck to hopefully sleep peacefully and not hear the irking noises in your warm and comfortable embrace.

Alhaitham’s heart hammered in his chest, his body pressed against and on top of you. Surely, you could hear, how loud his heart was beating. Suddenly, he felt as if he couldn’t hear Kaveh’s hammering anymore. Alhaitham’s eyes slowly closed, as your fingers ran through his hair.

The hammering only grew louder, yet Alhaitham slept peacefully in your embrace without any interruptions.

Huh, he was going to have to do this again.

I might digitally draw the scene I was thinking of to give a better visual of when they were holding hands and sleeping in the future

Dont get your hopes up though, and if i do draw it its gonna be bad lmao

(it takes me like 5 hours to complete a drawing, and i draw traditionally :c)

Its been 2 months and i still havent finished this one drawing of a character i like… aku im sorry😅

i also drew alhaitham but its still not finished yet after 2 months too lol