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solarisfortuneia · 2 months

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— 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.

and the smell of camphor dancing in the wind.

✦ info: he didn't know he'd lose you so soon. (come back, please. even if it is just for five more minutes.)

✦ featuring: alhaitham.

✦ warnings: angst, character death (reader), heartache, 1.2k words, somewhat proof-read.

✦ notes: i cried so goddamn hard writing this. why is my first work after hiatus pain. why did i pick up the angst wip. but!! i'm writing again, so that's good. (more notes at the end.)

he didn’t know that it was your last day together.

he didn’t know that the smile you gave him that afternoon, your eyes sparkling like sunlight upon the serene waves of the ocean, would be the last he’d ever see. that the playful light in your gaze would fade so very soon, slipping through his fingers like sand.

he didn’t know that last night would be the last time he held you close while you drifted off to sleep. he didn’t know that today would be the last time he’d wake up with you.

he didn’t think he’d lose you like this.

he didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to save you from that blow.

“please, please,” he begs, both to you and to whatever force that is just barely holding you together. “just stay with me for five more minutes, please. until i can get you somewhere.”

the rain soaks him to the bone, clothes and hair sticking to his skin. your lips stay motionless, eyes shut.

“wake up, please,” he bargains. “you can have all the five minutes of extra sleep you want later, i promise. just—” his vision blurs, and something shines on the ground before it is gone, swallowed by damp earth, lost amidst drops of falling rain.

desperately, he tears off parts of his traveling cloak to staunch the bleeding. deep inside, he knows it is futile. he knows your wound is too great. he knows what lies ahead. but he cannot help but press the cloths to your wound and pray.

please, please tell me it’ll be okay.

please stay with me, beloved. i’ll read you all the books in the world. i’ll sleep in with you everyday, even if we end up whiling away our time.

please. stay. stay with me. i can’t lose you yet.

“— just wake up, beloved.”

by some miracle, your eye flutters. just a bit. just enough to set hope ablaze, just enough for the grip on his heart to loosen a tiny bit. he buries his face in your shoulder, resting his head against your neck, uncaring of the blood that stains his clothes. your blood. on his clothes. his hands. everywhere.

no. no. this can’t be happening.

he feels you strain beneath him, your unwounded arm gently, weakly brushing his back. he jolts upright, eyes trained on your face. you send a frail smile his way. he clasps your face softly as you nuzzle into his palm.

“alhaitham—”

his full name. archons, how long has it been since you called him that?

“— take good care of yourself, okay?” you tell him, chest heaving, your fingertips touching a tear on his cheeks. “i love you. so much.”

those are the last words he hears fall from your lips. he presses a kiss to your forehead, to your eyelids, and to your cheeks and to your lips, over and over and over until he feels your breath slow, hoping they’ll say what he knows he cannot manage to choke out.

i love you.

he stays there next to you for who knows how long, holding you until the rain slows and a faint rainbow smiles in the sky.

until he can’t smell camphor anymore.

—

every person has their curiosities.

they’re just the little traits that set them apart from others, the things that make them tick just a little bit differently, the things that make them, them.

for instance, someone may be obsessed with collecting tiny furniture, while another eats the crusts off their sandwich before actually consuming it. someone may have an affinity for the most niche aspects of linguistics, while another can accurately predict the next raindrop that slides down a window pane.

after all, no two people are exactly alike, are they?

alhaitham knows he’s got his fair share of these curiosities himself. his aversion to soup and all things that resemble it, to name one. and with you, he’d noticed two things.

number one: the scent of camphor that seems to linger on every inch of your person.

he’d caught whiff of it almost immediately the first time you met. you were but one of his juniors in the akademiya, filled with bright-eyed curiosity and anxiety to match. you had tripped over a stair and bumped into his table in the library, bringing the mountain of books in your arms crashing down.

and with subsequent coincidental meetings, he learnt that the subtle scent of camphor dancing in the air meant you weren’t far away.

you were, unfortunately, one of the poor souls who seemed to be cursed with constantly recurring minor illnesses, and almost always walked about with a stuffy nose. and so, you always carried a small disc of camphor in a handkerchief, as well as in your pocket.

you swore up and down, left, right and center that sniffing the vapors helped make breathing easier.

‘it’s my grandmother’s remedy, alhaitham! camphor always works wonders. well, that and eucalyptus oil.”

alhaitham may not know the validity of your claim or the legitimacy of the cure, but he knew to never, ever question a grandmother’s remedy. that, and he’d much rather refrain from starting a back-and-forth about something so small.

and number two: your neverending pleas of different variations of ‘just five more minutes!’

“five more minutes, ‘haitham. please.” you’d whine grumpily when he woke you up to start your day. “let me sleep in for five more minutes.”

“five more minutes, habibi,” you’d ask when he put down the story you’d requested he read out to you before bedtime. “read me the part where she finds the music box?”

“five more minutes, baby,” is what you’d tell him when he asks how much longer you’d take getting ready. “you can’t rush perfection!”

those five more minutes were never five minutes long.

but he’d always, always indulged you and those pleading eyes of yours. as stoic as he appeared to be, you lived in his heart. of course he could never deny you anything under the sun.

—

alhaitham remembers that silly little song you sang over and over, the one you’d learnt from a kid in the bazaar. he’d taken you to see one of nilou’s performances, and, friendly soul that you were, you’d struck up a conversation with some of the eager audience members before the play.

“oh, how i wish i was a bird flying free,

i’d see the world, every mountain and every sea!

oh, how i wish i was a cloud in the sky,

wouldn’t you like to wave to me as i pass by?”

you’d hum that rhyme on every idle afternoon.

loss is inevitable. he knows that, with how logical and rational and straightforward he is. he’d lost his parents, but he was far too young to remember. he’d lost his grandmother, but she passed in her sleep of old age, serene and wise.

but you? he didn’t think you’d leave him this soon. a singular wish sits in his soul, making its home in his bones.

a wish that you’d come back, somehow.

he wishes you gave him five more minutes, just as he always did. but he knows that you could’ve given him five more hours, five more days, five more years and five more decades and it would still not be enough time spent with you.

a blue feathered bird comes to perch on his shoulder, interrupting his musings just as he raises his face to the sky. he sees the heart shaped cloud that floats idly above sumeru city.

he thinks of the rhyme again, and something in him tells him to wave. and so he does. a scent so familiar lingers, faintly brushing his nose in the wind that picks up.

“alhaitham, it's time to go.” kaveh calls his name softly.

alhaitham doesn't move. “five more minutes,” he says, echoing your favorite phrase. “i smell camphor in the breeze.”

✦ extra notes: my alhaitham characterization for this fic stems from how i believe that when alhaitham is attached, he's attached. so i focused more on that, and less of all that rationality and whatnot. this one loves deeply, yk?

that camphor thing is a real grandma remedy in our household (my mom would tie some in a hanky and put some under my pillow and still to this day reminds me to do it when i'm sick) which is what originally sparked the idea for this

when i'd initially started this wip, i didn't expect it go this way. usually i write with my brain, but i think i wrote this one with my fingers working faster than i can think hsjhsj so sorry if it's kinda out of place lmao but yk what? i'm happy with it still even though i feel like it doesn't have my usual quality.

thanks for reading.

#—🖋#・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#astronetwrk #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #alhaitham x you #genshin x you #emotional blabbering ahead in the tags beware #this is hitting me in a place i didn't know existed hjsjs #like. i haven't lost anyone but i have lost my life as i know it?#this past year was full of so many endings and i've been struggling in some way everyday #like i didn't know that the last time i saw my friends would truly be the last time we ever saw each other #i didn't know that i'd be bidding goodbye to my parents as i left home through an airport #ANYWAY ENOUGH DUMPING. ig i'm just telling you to hug the people you love tighter and cherish every moment you spend with them #time goes by really quickly and you don't know where it'll go #ily guys #ew barf feelings </3 /j

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candiedfright · 2 months

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did fyodor orchestrate caesar's assassination. do you think alexander the great had fyodor as a consultant. was he present during ancient greece times which would explain his homosexual behaviour

#i can't stop thinking about the fyodor ancient/immortal revelation #i'm spiralling #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd 113 #bsd spoilers #bsd 113 spoilers #bsd manga spoilers #the blabbering

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kn-rainbowblood · 4 months

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It took me more than a decade and several playthroughs to realize that having Edgeworth say he picked up the gun in the boat without thinking mirrors the way he did the same thing with the one in the elevator.

#it was plausible but always felt a little convenient #'I mean yeah he was in shock but feels odd'#I'm an idiot and I'm NOT okay #ace attorney #merry almost christmas #sunny blabbers #edit to say that I've had this queued up on almost christmas for at least six months

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feverflushed · 9 months

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When the whumpee is really, REALLY out of it with a high fever, and it's making them really worried and anxious, so their partner has to reassure them, explaining every little thing they're doing to whumpee.

"I'm going to put a nice cold towel on your head, honey, it's going to feel really pleasant."

"You can't keep lying in those sweat drenched bedsheets. I'm going to change them for you, okay? Fresh, dry sheets feel so much better."

"I'm going to give you a little sponge bath, alright? Just some lukewarm water and a soft sponge..."

"Are you tired, love? I'll dim the lights for you so you can take a nap. And it'll help with your headache."

"I'm going to take your temperature again, dear, we need to keep an eye on that fever of yours... I know that the thermometer feels really cold, but bear with me for a moment...."

#fevers #caretaking #sicknario #you all know i am a huge softie eh #i just crave this kind of sweetness and care in my lifeeeee #taking care of a partner's fever is just. peak love in my book #also i am an emotional mess bc my ld partner left this morning and i won't be able to see him until may next year and i'm in need of #some extra fluffiness #sorry for the blabbering haha

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lilgoblinbitch · 1 month

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i think tonight is a rewatch episode four and crack open a bottle of wine type of night.

"why" you ask? because...

BECAUSE my brain is fuzzy and is going a million miles a minute from watching this scene. it is a cinematic masterpiece and i need to cherish it again.

#the lighting is immaculate #danai you're a fucking genius #i'm telling my future kids this is romeo and juliet #rick grimes #the ones who live #towl episode 4 #twd towl #michonne grimes #richonne #the walking dead #twd #twd: the ones who live #danai gurira #andrew lincoln #andy and danai #rick and michonne #goblin speaks #i cannot stop blabbering about these two

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reallunargift · 11 months

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i like fr/uk bc francis is far too beautiful and smart and charming, that man is too powerful and needs to be nerfed, and giving him a crush on arthur is literally the most embarrassing thing i can think of

#lunie blabbers #bestie i'm posting this for you

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meirimerens · 7 months

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the pathologic Kin is largely fictionalized with a created language that takes from multiple sources to be its own, a cosmogony & spirituality that does not correlate to the faiths (mostly Tengrist & Buddhist) practiced by the peoples it takes inspirations from, has customs, mores and roles invented for the purposes of the game, and even just a style of dress that does not resemble any of these peoples', but it is fascinating looking into specifically to me the sigils and see where they come from... watch this:

P2 Layers glyphs take from the mongolian script:

while the in-game words for Blood, Bones and Nerves are mongolian directly, it is interesting to note that their glyphs do not have a phonetic affiliation to the words (ex. the "Yas" layer of Bones having for glyph the equivalent of the letter F, the "Medrel" layer of Nerves having a glyph the equivalent of the letter È,...)

the leatherworks on the Kayura models', with their uses of angles and extending lines, remind me of the Phags Pa Script (used for Tibetan, Mongolian, Chineses, Uyghur language, and others)

some of the sigils also look either in part or fully inspired by Phags Pa script letters...

some look closer to the mongolian or vagindra (buryat) script

looking at the Herb Brides & their concept art, we can see bodypainting that looks like vertical buryat or mongolian script (oh hi (crossed out: Mark) Phags Pa script):

shaped and reshaped...

#not sure how much. what's the word. bond? involvement? not experience. closeness? anyone in the team has with any of these cultures #but i recall learning lead writer is indigenous in some way & heavily self-inserts as artemy [like. That's His Face used for #the p1 burakh portrait] so i imagine There Is some knowledge; if not first-hand at least in some other way #& i'm not in the team so i don't know how much Whatever is put into Anything #[ + i've ranted about the treatment of the brides Enough. enough i have]#so i don't have any ground to stand on wrt how i would feel about how these cultures are handled to make the Kin somewhat-hodgepodge.#there is recognizing it is Obviously inspired by real-life cultures [with the words;the alphabet;i look at Kayura i know what i see]#& recognizing it Also is. obviously and greatly imagined. not that weird for you know. a story.#like there is No Turkic/Altaic/Mongolic culture that has a caste of all-women spiritual dancers who place a great importance on nudity #as a reflection of the perfect world and do nothing but dance to bring about the harvest. ykwim...#like neither the Mongols nor the Buryats nor the Tibetans dress the way the Kin does. that's cos the Kin is invented. but they're invented.#.. on wide fundations. ykwim......#Tengrism has a Sky Deity (Tengri) with an earth-goddess *daughter* whereas the kin worship an Earth-Goddess mother of everything #+ a huge bull. Buddhism has its own complete cosmogony & beliefs which from the little I know Vastly Differ from anything the Kin believes #like. yeah. story. but also. [holds myself back from renting about the Brides again] shhh...#neigh (blabbers)#pathologic #pathologic 2

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theglidingbat · 24 days

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"Orphan boy sucker" I think it's pretty heavily implied that bruce is bisexual in Btk.

There are only two times bruce's heart is referred to as "broken" in the series, once during his parents death by zatanna:

And another time he admits so himself in that heart wrenching of a page in which he wakes up alone after his fight with Minhkhoa-

There is clearly more than just "friendship here" and I mean this seriously.

Bruce has had only Anton as his only company for the years he trained, he intended to walk this road alone. If you're someone new to the Ghostbat fandom I highly recommend reading this because it is FILLED with homoerotic subtext that is undeniable from a outside perspective.

The second time it's acknowledged that Minhkhoa broke bruce's heart, This time by a third party instead of himself.

Still concerned for Minhkhoa's wellbeing despite everything. Despite the fact he was screaming bloody murder at him as he was bleeding out on the phone not few hours ago.

Forcing himself to forget what anton did and hoping to hold on longer despite them both knowing whatever they have will fall apart.

Bruce was clearly hoping for a future with Minhkhoa as well, maybe he assumed they would continue to work together under Ra's and take him down TOGETHER.

Again this could just be me overthinking things as we're all starved for content but it's still a sad thought that bruce had the same hopes of them against the world only for it to fall apart because they're both stubborn and stick to their ideals.

Compile that with this and it makes it all the lot more painful. They both wanted to eradicate crime together but still had very different ideas of their future together.

Bruce hoped minhkhoa would see his view and stop killing,see his set of ideals. He assumes minhkhoa's apathy will be his downfall

Minhkhoa believes Bruce's empathy will be his downfall, the fact that he cares too much and makes things personal.

This is clearly bruce's saviour complex speaking, he's attached to a version of Minhkhoa that was half fake, he still thinks there's a way he can "fix" minhkhoa or change his ways, the whole reason he seeks out Dr.Capito is to better understand and be like minhkhoa.

Minhkhoa does the same in the main batman run by seeking out scarecrow to understand Bruce's fear and his drive.

The two despite being stubborn always try to seek out ways in which they could reconcile or form a better truce that doesn't involve them never seeing each other again.

Just a thought.

#bruce wayne #batman #ghostbat #minhkhoa khan #ghostmaker #dc #this is mostly blabbering #mostly because I've noticed a small increase of fans in the community #so this is for the newbies #again I'm not that good with words but I hope my brainworms translated here well

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tubbytarchia · 3 months

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I need Jimmy to have a villain arc next season. Or another season. So bad. It's all culminating to this. I need his dissatisfied, projecting and deeply hurt self to pop the fuck off. He deserves to

#blabber #yeah I'm reading Bree's blog

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fleetn-crab85 · 30 days

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*the cop's voice from the fourth episode of the H2G2 TV show* Now listen here Mr. Prefect, hand the gender over and we don't have to shoot you!

#I'm funny i promise #the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy #h2g2 #ford prefect #a little light reading #crab’s favorite shows #crab’s blabbering

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thatradfailure · 7 months

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If you like a character but don't include their disability in art (drawing AND writing) then I'm sorry but I don't think you do as much as you think you do. This includes

- Scars

- Prosthetics/amputated limbs

- Mobility Aids

- Glasses

- Etc

#Saw some fanart of a character without their glasses but like. In a character lineup #And bro I just. bro???? Bro????????? Why remove his GLASSES?????????#ThatFailure Blabbers #Don't @ me either because I'm not taking criticism on this #There's no excuse to erasing a character's physical or mental disability #None whatsoever

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candiedfright · 2 months

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what's funny to me about the whole "oh dazai was definitely leaving sigma behind" thing is. even if you were to say that dazai has no care for anyone ever (he very much does regardless of the depth of his bond with a person but that's a whole different conversation that gets me heated so i won't go there here) do you sincerely think he wouldn't at least TRY to wake up the one person in the decay of angels who has the info he needs (which he might not even be aware of because he wasn't in the ROOM when sigma took fyodor's hand and passed out) and who he has formed a fairly civil relationship with. "oh but he already defeated fyodor—" you don't know that. none of us know that. and even if it's the case dazai is SET on finding out what fyodor's ability is/was. he literally told sigma that his plan was to kill him and have sigma take the information from his corpse. and let's say that he hasn't guessed that sigma took fyodor's memories and that finding out what his ability is/was after the explotion is impossible— why would he fucking abandon sigma like that. dazai is a lot of bad things, but he's not that cruel. and if you think he is then you've been manipulated by a fictional character i don't know what to tell you

#out-of-nowhere rant but i had to let it out #like sorry man but i refuse to believe that dazai is that irredeemable. he literally is not #“oh but he doesn't care about either good or evil” well no. do you not realize it goes both ways #just like he doesn't mind hurting others for his schemes he's not beyond being compassionate in his own way #sure it's not conventional by any means and he can have ulterior motives. but he's not EVIL.#mori literally asked what the purpose of going to rescue oda was #and dazai literally said that it's because he was his friend.#he was HURT when it came to ango's betrayal. legitimately hurt.#i'm going to start eating my walls. HE IS A COMPLICATED CHARACTER HE IS NOT FULLY ONE THING OR THE OTHER !!! DAMN !!!!!!!!!#ough #i probably made zero sense but whatever #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd 113 #bsd spoilers #bsd 113 spoilers #bsd manga spoilers #the blabbering

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