kavetham | mild blood/injury, comfort (since today is his birthday)
Alhaitham is coming back from assisting Aether with a mission when he notices the cut on his palm, the moment he reaches for the door and feels a sting. He hadn’t paid note to it when the fighting distracted his attention, but now back in the peaceful silence of his house the wound was a throbbing annoyance.
He sighs; he pinpoints in his mind when he had lost grip of his sword and the enemy had slashed at them, and must have landed a hit on him. All in all, it was alright, as the mission had been completed successfully and without major issues otherwise.
He takes a clean rag from the cabinet and ties it over his hand, albeit with some difficulty; it would heal in a few days’ time and he had more important things to attend to, extra Akademiya work he had brought home to finish.
He had barely begun to, before Kaveh arrives home and comes to distract him.
“What are you working -" Kaveh stops as he notices the rag tied on his junior’s palm immediately. “Haitham, what happened to you?!”
Kaveh holds out his own hand expectantly, and Alhaitham sighs, he should have known his senior wouldn’t miss it, depositing his wounded hand into the blonde’s.
“It’s nothing but a minor inconvenience. I…”
“Haitham, shut it. You’re hurt.”
The rag had soaked through, Alhaitham just now realizes the cause of Kaveh’s concern.
Kaveh is already retrieving the first aid kit and unties the makeshift wrapping, and soaks a cloth in wound disinfectant.
“I don’t nee -" Alhaitham is cut off when Kaveh presses the cloth to his hand and it stings, quite a bit. He hisses in pain and jerks his hand back on instinct but Kaveh has a firm grip on his wrist.
His senior’s eyes soften a little at that and Kaveh strokes circles into the backside of his hand. “Shh, it’s ok. I’m almost done.”
A soft white bandage is wrapped around his hand; Kaveh’s pressing gently into his palm until the bleeding slows. It throbs with the pressure and Alhaitham winces, it was a deeper wound than he had thought.
Kaveh notices his junior’s arm is trembling, and he brings his spare hand to finger through Alhaitham’s ashen, waved fringes as a distraction.
Alhaitham opens his eyes that he had not realized were squeezed shut. He’s inches away from his senior’s face, and in the sunlight, Kaveh is so beautiful as always, and handsome as ever since their Akademiya days, and he finds he wanted to have him closer. He swallows.
Kaveh, finally satisfied with how the bleeding is mostly under control now, ties a finishing touch on the bandage, a neat bow.
“There, let me check on it later too…you never take care of yourself…”
He looks up and Alhaitham is as pretty as ever, teal and cinnamon eyes open and trusting only for him, the sunlight casts a glow on him and he swears he’s never felt quite this way about anyone before. And since when were his lashes so long?
Kaveh cups Alhaitham’s cheeks in his hands affectionately, and kisses those plush lips gently. He’s soft and warm, and he lets out a surprised gasp before he relaxes into Kaveh’s touch and wraps his arms around the back of his senior’s neck.
Alhaitham accidentally uses his injured hand and hisses at the sting.
“Haitham, careful!” Kaveh grasps his wrist, and tenderly kisses Alhaitham’s forehead.
Alhaitham feels a warmth in his heart. His work could wait.
FAKE BLOOD FAKE VIOLENCE | the new seasons so good | no loop | scp from wvnderlustscp on insta
They're having fun! The bumblebees are having fun!
in which jack burns and burns and burns (or; i think about jack’s death to tommy far too often for it to be considered healthy)
a burning hill; mistki / tommyinnit is actually depressed in exile; tommyvods / a burning hill; mitski / war of the foxes; richard silken / dream smp wiki / jack manifold fanart; @mmiceonvenus / unknown / unknown / the horrors of villisca ax murder house; buzzfeed unsolved
ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ (a romantic's list)
hands clenching
like asdfghjkjhgfds
specifically *that* one
reaching for each other in the dark
pulling them close for a hug
hugs just hit harder than kisses 97% of the time
*knowing* they are behind you and feeling their every move
defending one another (healthy)
leaving little notes
HANDWRITTEN LETTERS.
running back for a last kiss
huddled together under an umbrella
falling asleep on their lap
people watching on the train
staying up late talking
"this made me think of you"
looking for their opinion first
rings rings rings
HANDS.
those soft smiles where the corners of their eyes crinkle up
EYES.
and the quirk of lips.
squeezing hands to let them know they're there
looking at them when something reminds of you of them and they're looking right back smiling
impromptu meetings
stifling each other's laugh while laughing
knowing looks
pulling them closer when the heart pangs
rubbing circles on your skin with their thumb
long conversations even after they should have left
when your heart squeezes when you see them
they holding you back after you try to leave
laughing in your ear
SOFT LAUGHS.
falling asleep to a movie flickering over your faces
while being depressing, this is also sort of fascinating to me bc there’s something so…inauthentic here. what i mean is that if you saw something like this back in say 2001 (which you probably wouldn’t, at least for carl’s jr. but i digress) it would seem tacky but in a “sex sells” sort of way.
seeing this in 2025, it’s clearly purely a political statement and you can tell partially bc the image itself is so oddly sexless. it’s like there’s more titillation in the prospect of “owning the libs” than in the image of the scantily clad blonde white woman itself.
fun thing about herding and/or generally neurotic breeds: they are really good at following rules you have instituted, but they will also make their own Dog Rules they will follow stringently whether or not you like it
REAL
Ghost edit because I said so 🥴 btw this was literally me while I was making this edit!
Her name is Kira Obedinskaya.
She’s 12 years old and she’s from Mariupol.
Her mom died when Kira was an infant. Her dad, Yevhen, died during the r*ussian shelling of the city on March 17. Kira was wounded while trying to leave the city and (with people she was together) forcefully deported to Donetsk - on the territory occupied by r*ussia.
It’s kidnapping.
It’s mass deportation.
It’s happening right now and I want to scream about that at the top of my lungs.
Kira has a grandfather, Oleksandr, who wants to take her home, but he’s unable to do so. Mostly because r*ssians are unwilling to negotiate. And, probably, because they sincerely enjoy torturing people.
The only thing I can do is scream about her. About her and about all the broken lives. And maybe, just maybe, if we scream loud enough we’ll be heard.
So please, scream about Kira too.
I am making my own post so I can keep track of the prompts I have already written for so I don’t get double-requests. When you get to the first prompt that is crossed out, then you know you have reached the end of available prompts of this list :)
Find the original post here.
Person A: I have enough people relying on me already I don’t need you as well Person B: You are literally the person I am supposed to be able to rely on Person A: Maybe I don’t want to be that person anymore
I always thought you would try everything before you gave up on us but I guess I was wrong
I didn’t care if you changed the world I just wanted you to love me
I always knew this would end, everything ends, I just through it would end with death, not-not like this
I never really tried I was just waiting to get tired of it
Was?
Sometimes love isn’t enough, and right now it fucking isn’t
I’m done
Don’t call me that, you don’t get to call me that anymore
You never tried and I don’t think you ever will
Person A: I would burn it down give it all up, how do you not see that Person B: Because when it came down to it you didn’t and I don’t think you ever actually will
I can’t look at you anymore
You broke us, not me, this is on you
This must be a nightmare, this has to be, this can’t be happening
When it really mattered you didn’t
I don’t want your fucking apology, I don’t want you to say sorry, I want you to do better
You weren’t there, I needed you and you weren’t there
Did this mean anything to you, or was this just another fucking joke?
You’ve got to be kidding me, you think thats enough to fix this?
Did I mean anything to you?
You’ve changed, you’re not the person I fell in love with, you are not a person I can love
You promised me (you wouldn’t)
I didn’t need more, I was happy with what we had
You didn’t say goodbye, you left a fucking not and thought ‘this will be good enough’
I have lied to everyone I have ever loved to protect you, I don’t want your fucking thanks, I want your apologies
I always thought we were made for each other, and maybe we were, but not to love, we were made to break one another
You lied to me, you fucking lied after you promised to be honest
I asked you not to
You knew it would hurt me and you still did it
We don’t have to live together, we don’t but don’t end it like this
I thought we were in love, turns out I was just fucking delusional
This wasn’t a relationship, this was mutually assured destruction
Person A: I look at you and i see everything I can’t have and you. Person B: You can have me, I am right here
You think I can stand being your friend? You think I will survive? Every time I look at you I shatter, so no, we can’t be friends
You keep talking about that, I am talking about us
Ill break it, I don’t care, I don need it like I need you
You promised you wouldn’t break my heart, you gave me your word, and breaking my heart is exactly what you did.
I never fought for us
Person A: I didn’t think I would get you and when I did I didn’t know what to do and I went and fucked it up Person B: I am not something you ‘get’ I am not a possession, I was supposed to be your partner
You don’t own me, you clearly don’t even want me
What else do you want from me? What more do I have to give to you that I can’t already given, or more accurately, that you haven’t already taken!
I don’t think there are enough words to fix what you just fucked up
You’re sleeping on the couch?
I can’t stand how this feels, like everything was a lie
I know what I said, I was fucking lying
Person A: You can’t hide from someone who loves you Person B: But I can fucking try
This wasn’t a relationship, this was mutually assured destruction
No! You chose the second you let me walk out that door, you chose and you didn’t choose me.
We lost track of each other and I don’t think there is any way back
I don’t like the person I am when I am with you -> requested!