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#MEET ALHAITHAM
zlebooks · 1 year
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i want to start an alhaitham smau and ditch the childe one ☺️
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beaxmice · 9 months
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its been one of those weeks... pass the yaoi !!
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The motif of home is an essential concept to his character. Kaveh describes ‘home’ being different than to that of a ‘house’, as in a house indicates a solitary object, whereas ‘home’ refers to people
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This is explained in the loss of Kaveh’s family resulted in his home becoming a house: “"Home" went from a sanctuary of warmth and light to a cold and lonely hall” (Kaveh Character Story 2).
The concept of a home, then, is particularly important in regard to Alhaitham as Alhaitham invited Kaveh to live in his house after Kaveh sold his family house to pay for the re-building of the Palace of Alcazarzaray. Kaveh, at this point in time, is described to be “homeless”, which is indicative of him not only being without a place to live, but without people which ‘home’ could come into fruition. After meeting Alhaitham for the first time in years after their parting, the concept of ‘home’ is directly related to Alhaitham:
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Upon seeing his family’s house, his old “home”, which he had sold in order to provide the funding to rebuild the Palace of Alcazarzaray, Alhaitham prompts Kaveh to reflect on the pursuit of his ideals, whereafter Kaveh acknowledges that his ideals were not in the wrong, it is his method of achieving them. Kaveh resolves not to give up, and a second chance is presented to him in Alhaitham inviting Kaveh to live with him.
Where Kaveh ‘sees’ his old “home”, the family he no longer belongs to, all he lost due to his regrets, Alhaitham “sees” through Kaveh, understands him, and asks him a question which simultaneously renews his beliefs in his ideals and the future. This passage links Alhaitham’s sense of home to Kaveh, and offers Alhaitham as a home for Kaveh.
(Update: For more analyses like this, the essay this is taken from is now uploaded! It can be accessed here and here as as a pdf <3)
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electric-plants · 3 months
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listen we can be boring and just take this to mean “always been” as in post the archon quests OR we can make a bunch of headcanons instead such as:
1) they all meet up so much it feels like they’ve been doing it forever
2) these two were just fucking pretending they don’t know each other throughout the entire archon quest
3) alhaitham was being pedantic with “at the akademia” and despite being personal friends they fully separate their working selves and consider each other strangers in work matters
4) they’ve been meeting up as part of the friend group for forever but never actually talked to each other until this moment making it Extra Awkward™️
and literally so many more like the pathways this has opened up in my brain ughhh
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hwaitham · 1 month
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⸝⸝ ˙˳ ⑅ first piece of marginalia ( of many , hopefully :3 ) about eremite!al haitham && akademiya student!reader ♥︎ f!reader + not proofread + subtly implied trauma on both reader n haitham's end
you first meet the eremite who's to serve as your bodyguard throughout your research expedition on the day of your departure, at your designated meeting spot under the pavilion in pardis dhyai. its stone pillars cascade with vines of sumeru roses that shine a sweet lavender hue under the morning sun— one of which you've plucked and tucked into your hair earlier, leaning over the railing to gaze at your reflection in the pond and smile at the beauty of it.
(and a petal which has unknowingly slipped off and fallen to rest ever so delicately within the dip of your clavicle.)
“al haitham, yes? um, hello!” you greet the eremite as he walks into the pavilion with a quiet waver to your voice, bow respectfully, try to still the timid pitter-patters of your heart that only seem to worsen the longer you're in his presence.
because this man standing before you is large— tall, broad, as stunning as the pale blue moon. his upper body is strapped with tough sinew and yet his waist remains lean, torso mostly bare save for the pashmina shawl draped about his neck and the worn leather holster slung across his chest.
and he's silent. offering you only a small bow in return before giving you a quick once over, gait unhurried as he takes one, two long strides to stand by your side. it's an arduous task to bring yourself to look up at his face, but you do— lips parting in awe when you realise he's unlike any other desert eremite you've met before.
the trimmed red silk tied around his head shelters only one of his eyes.
how interesting, you think to yourself, for what you know of desert eremites is that they are convinced all things betray, even their own sight.
you bite your tongue to stop the questions that bubble and ebb at the forefront of your throat from tumbling past your lips, the innate scholarly need to learn and dissect and digest and know. a surprised little squeak escapes you instead when he turns his head and catches you staring, meeting your curious eyes with technicoloured cyan.
“is something the matter?”
“no, not at all! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare,” you flush hot under the intensity of his gaze, play with the flouncy sleeve of your blouse while you giggle nervously. you're unsure whether it's his size, or his beauty, or his quiet dominance that makes you feel much more shy than you'd like to feel, far too giddy— as if you're a little girl back in grade school.
“alright. shall we get going then? we're losing daylight with each second that passes.” al haitham holds a hand out in front of you, waiting expectantly.
you tilt your head in confusion and pout. what's he asking for? a tip? your hand?
“your bags?” he heaves a sigh, rests his other hand on his hip. you feel a hint of irritation in his words, and your heart wilts a little, “did you want me to carry them?”
“oh!” you exclaim in realisation before hoisting your travel bags further up your shoulders, force a reassuring smile on your lips. “it's okay, i couldn't possibly ask that of you. i can handle it myself, really!”
that couldn't be further from the truth, and al haitham sees right through it, with your shoulders hunched forward from the leaden weight of your bags slung atop them, the wince in your step as you walk towards the pathway, how you nearly topple over when you lose the slightest bit of balance.
“hey,” he pinches his brow, a certain roughness in his voice when he calls out to you that withers into something more gentle, tender after you turn to look at him. sweet and innocent and dewy-eyed. like a flower too frail, one whose stem may snap clean off if looked at the wrong way. “let me take them.”
al haitham doesn't allow you to protest, swiftly lifting your bags from your shoulders and holding onto them with ease, their weight nothing compared to what he's had to endure throughout the entirety of his life.
“it's my job to take care of you these next few weeks, and i intend to do it well.” he walks ahead of you, the longer mint strands of his hair swaying with the wind, the air around him lifting into something lighter— even if it's only by the most minute amount. “besides, you'll tip me generously if i do, won't you?"
his voice lilts mischievously, and you can only bring yourself to watch on in awe. nerves melting into excitement, cheeks warming not from timidness, but anticipation of what lies ahead in the next month— for your research, yes, but also for something closer to your heart.
a companion, a friend.
you smile a smile that reaches far past your eyes, bounding up to him with those clumsy fawn legs as you try to match his pace. two of your steps for one of his own. “of course i will, thank you so, so much! and i'll do my best to keep from making trouble for you— it'll make your job easier too, i hope!”
al haitham hesitates for a brief moment when you thank him so earnestly, so wholeheartedly, so unlike any of the other scholars he'd been commissioned to act as a guard for. with your smile so cloyingly sweet and your kindness so childishly naive, he can't help but feel a bit grim.
how much violence did it take for you to become this gentle?
the faintest of smiles— honeysuckle soft— curls up on his lips and he gives your head a single pat, sweeps the spare rose petal off of your clavicle, quietly wonders what he's gotten himself into by accepting this commission.
“silly girl. come, let's get going.”
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cocrante · 1 month
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For me Kaveh would really get along with Ratio. I mean, one thing that tends to be forgotten is that Kaveh is brilliant—not only is he an architect, but also a kind of engineer. He has a lot of skills and learns everything quite quickly, especially when he's deeply interested and enters his "hyperfixation era"
He would really get along with Ratio, they would have long discussions about anything. Kaveh would even introduce him to Mehrak, explaining how he found it and how he patiently repaired it, while Ratio would share with Kaveh the secrets of futuristic engineering and lend him his most cherished books because he knows Kaveh would appreciate them.
Every time Kaveh reads a chapter, he asks Ratio a lot of questions or makes incredibly accurate hypotheses. Those two are nerds 😭 and in my imagination, they're also BFF
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shuuenka · 4 months
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It's been awhile, couple hundred of years.
Give or take.
It's not that bad, Cyno.
Just a bit of ache. A bit of yearning.
Ah, and missing you for all of the eternal life I was cursed with.
Selfish desires of the heart that was once moved.
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ameamedraws · 1 year
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Soul Eater AU
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leawesomesloth · 1 year
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BIRB BOYS BIRB BOYS BIRB BOYS
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cspcrashing · 1 year
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"are you always this insufferable ?"
"I suppose you'll just have to find out, general."
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moonlit-doodles · 2 months
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continuing my work of giving gacha men melanin and body hair
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thehecklingmouse · 5 months
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Eldritch horror alhaitham who loves kaveh so he tries courting him but kaveh just thinks that he has a stalker
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andy-888 · 8 months
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Since I got back into playing genshin and into Haikaveh/Kavetham I can only focus on how yall write Alhaitham as a wattpad girl bringing her book to a One direction concert and acting uninterested bc she is so different and not like the other girls so ofc Kaveh Harry Styles notices her.
(/j but I'm actually so /s. It's so funny)
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electric-plants · 1 month
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random scholar: is the general mahamatra coming to this meeting?
alhaitham: gods i hope so. maybe then it will at least be bearable.
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merakiui · 1 year
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i just recalled a post i saw on twt in which a man paid for a rental girl just so he could have someone to play yu-gi-oh with and after requesting her so many times the rental girl eventually came prepared with her own deck already built.
thinking about it now, this feels very cyno…. consider cyno who only rents you not for lover activities but to play tcg…… you show up to your first ‘date’ wearing a nice outfit with lingerie beneath it and he takes you out to dinner….only to pull out his massively overpowered tcg deck. and from then on you become his rental partner who plays cards with him hehe!! :D
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throwaway-yandere · 3 months
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People who hasn't read at least one fic here pls don't vote and continue scrolling. In some of my favorite readers (not the yandere, the reader).
Links to the fics utc
Soldier Poet King (Childe, Thoma, Diluc)
OCMC (Inquisitor Cyno, Underboss Alhaitham, Informant Tighnari)
Flawless (Scara, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Kazuha)
I Got Reincarnated As A Server In An Otome Game (Duke Diluc)
Vision Qualifications (Alhaitham, there's a P2)
Hysteric Humanoid (Mostly Dain, but a SAGAU creator spin where the reader actually succeeds in hiding their identity for years to the point they gaslit themselves lol)
Classical Conditioning (Dottore)
If You Truly Loved Me You Should Be Dead (John Wick!Dain)
10:10 (The most mindphck silent hill fic I've done lmao. Oh, and it's Gepard)
The Owner Who Broke The Leash (Makima!Ayato)
Misaligned Strings (Not yandere cuz Jing Yuan deserves the happiness)
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