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trimisu · 12 days
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I got a new graphic tablet and—
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Anyways, hi im alive :]
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trimisu · 6 months
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If somebody told me that applying school online would be a pain in the ass, I'm seriously listening to them
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trimisu · 6 months
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trimisu · 7 months
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WHERE THE HECK IS THE DRAFTS IN THIS LAPTOP VERSION?? WHERE THE HELL DID IT DISAPPEAR TO IN THIS NEW LOOK?!
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trimisu · 8 months
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hellooo i absolutely absolutely LOVED the “things they do that broke your heart” for haikyuu, and i was wondering if there’ll be a part two? no pressure! i’m just asking, because if you are planning on writing one i’d absolutely want to read it :>
Hello! Okay first off, thank you so much for reading and loving that! 😭 I saw how many people really love that fic that I became so overjoyed!
And about the part two, I also saw how many people requesting for it (dw, I am really happy that people did :D). In truth, it is part of my list to write. I have the topics ready and maybe some characters?
However, given to my current situation right now (it just involves me no worries!), it might take longer than expected, but I hope I can get back to writing like before :)
Anyways, thank you for reading that fic! I am so glad everyone loves it!!
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trimisu · 9 months
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Y'all follow me after one good post and then you get stuck with nonsense
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trimisu · 9 months
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Screw this, I want a man who would write me a letter how much he loves me to how much he longs for me in sadness and heartbreak-
Holy shit this is a good writing material
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trimisu · 9 months
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I miss the old days where I would go here 24/7 and stay up writing stories or during my classes. I want to rekindle that same happiness again
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trimisu · 9 months
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When you open the electric fan to beat the heat, but the heat ends up beating you
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trimisu · 9 months
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左呆呆
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trimisu · 9 months
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When you wasted 229 pesos for an umbrella for the handle to be broken while you're running to the jeepney stop in a heavy rain 🥲
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trimisu · 9 months
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Im just messing with the character ai thing my friends want me to try
I never expect a full slap of angst hit my face
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trimisu · 10 months
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march: its kind of cold
stelle: oh here, take my jacket
caelus: im cold too
dan heng: well damn caelus, i cant control the weather
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trimisu · 10 months
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summary. class president! al-haitham. (sfw). warnings. mention of reader being shorter than al-haitham, suggestive. note. back to my al-haitham obsession. words count. 0.8k
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AL-HAITHAM — CLASS PRESIDENT. 
CLASS PREZ! AL-HAITHAM who is (unfortunately?) your seatmate. It wasn’t so bad at first, he didn’t bother you and actually gave you a pen when you asked. But he always woke you up during class, especially during math class. 
CLASS PREZ! AL-HAITHAM who makes bets with you. Promising he won’t wake you up anymore if you manage to score above a 70 in math. CLASS PREZ! AL-HAITHAM who smirks as he hands out your math test and you see a 68. He woke you up by pinching your arms the next time you fell asleep.
CLASS PREZ! AL-HAITHAM who is actually madly in love with you but can’t bring himself to act all sweet and caring with you. He always finds himself teasing you, ‘accidently’ hitting(gently. He can’t bring himself to hurt you)  you with his pen. 
CLASS PREZ! AL-HAITHAM who plays with your hair the rare times he lets you sleep during class. You often find braids in your hair, if you ask him he just turns away and hides his cheeks. You’re unaware of the red tint his ears and cheeks support, the small smile that tugs at his lips when he hears you compliment whoever made the braids in your hair, only to lose it when you say that it was Kaveh (he sat behind you). 
CLASS PREZ! AL-HAITHAM who bonks you with his book admitting it was him, and —running— walking away when the lunch break bell rings.
CLASS PREZ! AL-HAITHAM who ‘grudgingly’ helps you with homeworks instead of lending his to you like you asked. Lecturing you that it was better to learn it and make mistakes than to copy it. You ended up copying it.
CLASS PREZ! AL-HAITHAM who slowly becomes soft for you, letting you off when you don’t deliver the work —given by the teacher, on time. Letting you borrow his headphones when you wanted to test them out (Kaveh was surprised THE Al-haitham let someone use his headphone, which he never gave to anyone). 
CLASS PREZ! AL-HAITHAM who shares his lunch with you, frowning at the sight of way too sweet treats and juice box. The lunch was spent with you complimenting his cooking skill and saying how you wouldn’t mind having him cook you something everyday (al-haitham choked on his food when you said that, were you implying marriage. He spent the entire night looking up what you meant and how to be a good husband). 
CLASS PREZ! AL-HAITHAM who confesses to you on a rainy day. (he planned to do it on a rainy day when he heard you say how romantic it was), He forgot his umbrella and woah you had one! He ignores you when you start teasing him about how he never forgot something. He takes your umbrella and starts walking, you run after him while yelling curses at him.
CLASS PREZ! AL-HAITHAM who was growing more nervous as time passed by, he felt like a middle school girl with how his heart was beating at your slightest touch. 
The rain swayed slightly with the wind, your breath forming into visible clouds with how cold it was. Al-haitham noticed this, taking in a shaky breath. His arm hugging your shoulders, you look up at him in surprise, Al-Hathaim just looks at you. Stopping, he slid his arm down yours and held your hand, frowning at the coldness. He mutters a small ‘hold this.’ before taking off his jacket, putting it around your shoulders, during this he wasn’t aware of how close the both of you were.  Breath fanning against each other’s faces. He held his breath, you looked even more beautiful up close. Al-haitham cough, putting a distance between you two, his eyes catching the faint disappointment you held in your eyes.  Gulping, he cupped your cheeks, your loud heart now matching his.  “ I love you. ” The cold of the rain long forgotten, your face heating up at his words. Your words were stuck in your throat, so you did what you thought was best. Standing on your toes, you closed the distance. Your lips remain on his for a few seconds before parting ways.  However, Al-haitham was a greedy man.  He pulled you back in, this time, the kiss was rougher— desperate. His passion overwhelmed yours, he took away your breath, your love. He swallowed them all. He felt his thirst for you faintly quench, but even then it wasn’t enough.  Noticing the grip your hand had on his shirt, he finally let your lips go. Immediately missing the feeling. Heavy breaths and flushed faces, you laugh.  “ why are you laughing? ” he asks. “ because I didn’t expect you to kiss me like that. I thought you actually wanted to kill me. ” “ must you ruin the mood? ” he sighs exasperatedly.  “ but you love me. ” you smiled stupidly at him, so stupidly he wondered how he even fell for you. “ I’m going back home. ” he takes away the umbrella and walks away, leaving you to get soaked. “ for someone who confessed his feelings so romantically, you sure are rude! Hey don’t leave me here, Al-haitham! ”
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©— lov3rmir. 2023
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trimisu · 10 months
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— a recipe for (partial) disaster.
character[s] — alhaitham. theme & genre — alhaitham bakes a cake for his significant other's birthday. he misses an ingredient. cw/tw — ooc alhaitham maybe? word count — 600+ words. a/n — a birthday fic for @lxpical <3 so sorry if this is short- i was pretty caught up in work these last few days, but i couldn't get by without writing something for you!
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it goes without saying that the akademiya's scribe, alhaitham, was a very sharp and intuitive man.
he was knowledgeable in almost all subjects, despite only being from the haravatat house of the akademiya. students would've liked to go to him for his knowledge, if it wasn't for his closed-off and aloof behaviour.
regardless, alhaitham found himself worried and doubting his knowledge.
he stood in the kitchen, his hands crossed as he flipped through a recipe book.
now, alhaitham was well-versed in cooking. living alone and being independent does that to a person. what was bothering him right now, though, was baking.
it was your birthday today, and alhaitham decided to bake a cake. he actually didn't think of it initially, until kaveh suggested he baked a cake, because "home-made things are far more special than store-bought things".
he doesn't usually listen to empaths like him, but alhaitham figured it would be better than any old cake bought from a store.
so he ventured into the kitchen, like a confused puppy with no prior knowledge of baking. he would rather die than ask anyone for help, so as the independent and confident man he is, alhaitham decided to figure it out as he went along.
he flipped through a recipe book for cakes, and landed on the one for chocolate cake. "this doesn't seem too hard..." he mumbled to himself, "i can do this."
he preheated the oven and cracked his knuckles, reading through the long, long list of dry ingredients.
"sugar," he told himself, keeping track of the quantity. "flour and cocoa powder."
there was a mess being made on the kitchen counter. alhaitham was usually very neat and precise with his cooking, but perhaps it was his lack of expertise in baking, or it was his nervousness that this wouldn't turn out well. flour was dusted on his clothes, cocoa on the floor.
"erm, and... baking powder? what's that...?"
he leaned back on the counter, trying to scan the shelves. that would've all been amazing if he didn't just accidentally knock over two eggs. they fell to the ground, breaking apart.
alhaitham was barely two minutes in and he felt a headache creeping up. that book he was reading this morning was calling out his name. no, stay focused.
baking soda, baking soda, where was he going to find that? he couldn't go out now, not when he had started baking already. maybe he should call kaveh and-
the noise of the doorbell snapped alhaitham out of his train of thought. his eyes widened, did kaveh hear his prayers?
no. wait, was that you? oh no. oh no.
alhaitham stood frozen in the kitchen like a deer caught in headlights. he came to his senses and rushed to the door. you smiled at him, "hi, haitham. i got some groceries, do you wanna cook dinner together?"
godsent. alhaitham took the bags from you, setting them on the coffee table. he started looking through them. "you didn't happen to get any baking powder, did you?"
you raised a brow, "what, why? are we baking something?"
he pressed his lips in a firm line, "i... i might've started baking something..."
he lead you to the kitchen, and you didn't know whether to laugh or stay silent at the sight in front of you.
you decided to smile instead, "haitham, did you bake a cake?"
"tried." he corrected you, "i made the error of not buying baking powder. didn't know it was needed."
he leaned against the counter, smiling awkwardly. "um. happy birthday...?"
"this is an amazing birthday present, thanks alhaitham." you grinned, hugging him tightly.
"oh, come on, now you're just making fun of me." he frowned, hugging you back. "how's this a good present?"
"think about it this way, we could bake together? i'd say that's a better birthday present than what you planned."
"okay, sounds great." he stated, "but what about the baking powder?"
"oh, i'm sure it's not that necessary. what could some powder do, anyway?"
rule of baking: never skip an ingredient. you'll realise soon enough. for now, happy birthday.
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trimisu · 11 months
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I just wanna lie down and never stand up again
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trimisu · 11 months
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I love how March 7th has such a beautiful and decorated bedroom, and then Danheng doesn't even give a fuck.
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