Nebulabunni3 - You Don’t Know Me

Imagine being Al Haitham and Kaveh roommates. Nothing romantic just plain chaotic.

Imagine finding yourself outside, sitting right beside Kaveh on your doorstep as the two of you just sat there in silence. Nothing but pure silence as the two of you waited for Al Haitham to arrive. "What are you two doing outside?" "..." "..." "You lost your keys didn't you?"

Imagine waking up at 3 am, walking up groggy in the kitchen to go fetch yourself some coffee only to bump into Kaveh, looking all tired and exhausted making you almost scream if you didn't recognize that messy hair. "What the heck?" "My bad, I about to finish my plate.." "Is that a coffee? Thanks!" "Hey! That's mi-" He was cut off with you pushing your hand into his mouth to shut him off and carefully ran back into your room with his coffee in your free hand. "What the heck Kaveh?! How many shots did you put in here?!"

Imagine at 6 am in the morning, you happened to come across Al Haitham as you made your way out of the house, "Ain't going out today?" "No." "Okay, I'll be back by 4 in the afternoon." "Okay." He spoke never once looking away from the book he was reading. "Okay, have a nice day!" "Hmm. Wait." Looking back at him, you see a familiar key coming towards your face with a great speed but before anything else could happen, "Thanks" "Well don't want you and Kaveh sitting like a homeless individual outside the house." "..." "You know what? Fuck you."

Imagine that same day you end up coming home far more later than scheduled, looking down at your pocket watch and the dim house in front of you, you cannot help but to curse. It was a good thing you had your keys with you this time or you might have to spent your night outside, probably out in the library. Being careful and quiet as you enter the house, making sure to lock it behind you upon entering.

Imagine the first thing you notice upon entering the house was Al Haitham being in the same chair you've seen him this morning but this time, the guy was peaceful sleeping still. It was hilarious to be honest, wondering why he was sleeping in there in the first place. But then shaking your head, you just go and fetch him a blanket when you happened to come across Kaveh's opened room, glancing inside upon curiosity, you happened to see the guy just like Al Haitham as sleep right in front of his plate. "Oh Archons these two."

"Rare to see you two barely bickering on breakfast." You pointed out upon entering the kitchen with a yawn. Then you flinch, looking at the two person glaring at you. "Wa.. what?" Are they actually mad for not putting them on their beds yesterday? Well too bad for them you can't afford to carry them.. "Where were you yesterday?" "At work? Some shit happened I end up working overtime." "Even at your birthday?" "Huh?" "Don't huh me. We didn't get to celebrate your birthday yesterday-" "But today is my birthday?" "Eh?" "Oh."

Imagine the way Al Haitham let out a deep sigh, Kaveh looking like he was struck by a lightning was enough to make you chuckle. "Awwe. You guys plan to celebrate my birthday? Thats nice." You chuckle at the two, joining them in the table with breakfast in hand, purposely sitting in between he two of them before they bite each other off by the looks of it.

Imagine the way the day went off like that, Al Haitham placing a cake on the table after having your breakfast. To be honest, this isn't surprising at all as they did this ever single year ever since the three of you have graduated the academia. And yet it never failed to make you feel treasured by your friends. With these guys you actually feel like you've found your new home and family.

"Happy Birthday." "Happy birthday (First name)!" The two greeted you, with the usual genuine smile on Kaveh's face and a rare smile on Al Haitham lips. Throwing your arms on their shoulders as you lean down to blow the candle lit up on the cake. "Thank you." You laugh.

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hee hee, storytime

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

Long time no see Tumblr. Quick guide on coloring deeper skin tones

ID: People don't derive joy from their ocs like they used to. Talk about them on main. Put them in silly little AUs. Torture them a bit. Ship them, make playlists, be cringe. Just have fun.

It's so easy as writers to forget why why're doing this, to get bogged down perfectionism and followers and plotting and marketing when none of that is the point of writing.

The point of writing is just to make a little guy. To make them happy and to make them sad. To teach them lessons and watch them grow. To maybe be a little horny about them (if that's for you). To make YOURSELF happy, above all else.