#kaveh texts

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˗ˏˋ✉ˎˊ˗ Drunk texts from: 4ggravate!

˗ˏˋ ✉ ˎˊ˗ CW: Alcoholic Beverages Mentioned; Fluff!

This has been in my head all day and was the impetus for me to even make this blog ahsbdbsb hope you enjoy!! (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

[neuvillettes]

fall in love with you. | kaveh {ft. alhaitham}

summary | you offer kaveh a meal and message a stupid scribe

warnings | fem!reader

a/n | this was supposed to be posted earlier but i got sidetracked akjsdhfaksjdfhaksdjf

tags | @bladiez | @dottores | @4rlecchinos | @mxnjiros |

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [DOPPELGÄNGER] ¡! ❞

↳ Chat: Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4

characters: Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Dottore, Kaveh, Lyney, Neuvillette and Kaeya x F!Reader

[asoftepiloguemylove]

WHAT IF I REALLY WAS SOMEONE ELSE?

Car Seat Headrest What's With You Lately? // I Saw the TV Glow (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun // The Front Bottoms Looking Like You Just Woke Up // Joan Tierney The Elektra Complex (via @filmnoirsbian) // I Saw the TV Glow (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun // unknown // Kaveh Akbar Forfeiting My Mystique (via @othellho) // I Saw the TV Glow (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun // unknown // Louise Glück Otis // I Saw the TV Glow (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun // Raymond Carver Will You Please Be Quiet, Please? // I Saw the TV Glow (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun

[hawberries]

vultur volans | paradisaea

[kuuhaiyu]

It’s almost mesmerizing, the way Al-Haitham responds to him so well, head bent down and eyes narrowed in concentration. He moves with every light push from Kaveh, mirrors every shift in weight. He follows Kaveh’s lead confidently, unhesitantly, as if there’s no need to doubt where Kaveh will take him.  Like he believes in him. 

-- another name for a companion, chapter 1

time to post what everyone (me) has been waiting for from me with bated breath: haikavetham masquerade

[unknown-lifeform]

Genshin Impact + tumblr text posts (part 2)

Been a while since I made some memes for this fandom

[Previous]

[softsinnamonart]

alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, and cyno’s friend group is pretty well made and feels natural, but the most unrealistic thing about them all is the fact that they’re all employed working adults yet somehow still find time to hang out with each other

[wri0thesley]

i regret to tell you i am thinking about the ‘three people have to share a room or a bed and two of them are silently fucking whilst trying not to wake the third up’ trope tonight. the muffled biting into pillows and shoulders, the desperate attempts to control your huffing, crossing your fingers the wet plap of them fucking into you doesn’t awaken the sleeper—

(and of course, the thought of the sleeper not really being as far in slumber as you think; them trying to keep their breathing even as they feel themselves getting hot and bothered, the awkward ache of being hard or wet and not being able to do anything about it even as they can tell you and the person fucking you are about to come—)

[butterflies-and-mirrors]

Woohoo this time its genshin impact

[princealberich]

Genshin Impact + Text Posts (25/?)

hi also i made a melusine picrew check it out maybe <3

[cor-lapis]

all of the sumeru cast in one place = comedy the likes of which we haven't seen since Itto

redesign credits under the cut

al-Haitham and Tighnari

Nilou

Layla and Kaveh are mine, WIP

no redesign for Faruzan because I haven't found any + I think she's supposed to be Greek anyway? feel free to correct me there

EDIT: I have been corrected! many thanks to @traitorsinsalem for linking this thread about Faruzan's inspirations. no thanks to mhy for the continued colourism :I

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION] ¡! ❞

↳ Chat: Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4

characters: Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Dottore, Kaveh, Lyney, Neuvillette and Kaeya x F!Reader

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。EASY — KAVEH.

✩ — contents ⋮ fluff, gn! reader, established relationship, slight hints to kaveh’s past (but no details), a word vomit of what i think it is to date kaveh bc he has stolen my whole heart soul and mind :,)

“good morning, sleepy head.” you press a soft kiss to the forehead on your chest, moving messy strands of hair with careful fingers. “we really should get up, you know.”

“no.”

“kaveh.”

“no,” comes his protest. he’s stubborn, doesn’t give in even when you pry the sheets off his bare back, feeling him shiver at the cool air as it meets his skin. and yet, you can’t help but soften your gaze as you stare down at him, cheek pressed against you as he sighs before drifting off again.

kaveh is easy to fall for.

he’s a gentle lover, sensitive and delicate around the corners. you find him in the warmth that coats your skin from the sun every morning, in the honey you taste on your lips when tea is ready on the counter before you leave, in the soft sheets that are always freshly washed and ready to lay on when you come back after a long day.

“we have lots to do—”

he groans, tightens his arms around you stubbornly. “it’s not time to wake up yet,” he huffs, digging his head deeper into you and making you giggle.

“maybe you shouldn’t have stayed up so late doing that project,” you poke the tip of his nose, watching as it crinkles at your touch.

and then you trace the apples of his cheeks, feel the familiar indents of his bones through the soft skin, familiarize yourself with every piece of him. kaveh is easy love, and difficult to forget. he’s the quiet voice tucked into your shoulder at night, the pair of shoes you know not to trip over at the door, the mess of tools that are still assorted in their own way on the table that you dare not touch, the pillow on the left side of the bed because that’s the side he prefers, the random sketches in corners of every paper around your home.

kaveh is easy to love, and you find him in every corner, look for him at every turn.

“i had a stroke of artistic inspiration,” he sniffs petulantly, “you wouldn’t understand.”

“oh, i see,” you nod seriously. he opens an eye, raises a brow unimpressed at your faux seriousness. “then of course, please disregard your sleep and health. all for the sake of inspiration.”

“hmph.” it’s indignant, the sound of defiance he makes, it makes you chuckle as your weave your fingers through his locks and scratch gently at his scalp. “i can sleep just fine if you’re not persistently ringing in my ear about waking up.”

“but i want breakfast,” you pout. “wake up.”

“breakfast can wait.” you feel his nose dig into your neck, and then the soft press of lips against your skin makes you melt against the sheets.

perhaps if it’s kaveh who requests, you’re inclined to relent.

“if you ever say i don’t favor you, i’ll burn your sketchbook,” you mumble. and still, even despite the slight grumble against your shoulder, you can’t help but smile brightly, turning your head and planting a kiss to the side of his head.

“how can you favor me if you interfere with my livelihood,” he mutters bitterly—but there’s really no bite to his words.

it’s endearing, the way he’s devoted to his career. it’s the first thing you learn about kaveh when you meet him one night—you watch in awed amusement as he rambles at the tavern about the lacking interior design in his drunken stupor. and then he’s there the next day too, drinking just as heavily as the night before—it makes you quirk a brow as you sit beside him.

drinking this often is not a good habit, you say to him. he glances at you, blinks a moment before he huffs.

well you would too if you had a roommate like mine, he starts—and you’re sure the entirety of the tavern can hear him as he spills his woes to you without even realizing.

kaveh is hard to miss from then on. you see him at the fresh fruit stands when you walk through the market, at the akademiya requesting (demanding) funding from the acting grand sage, at the fields smiling with the children as they play and he ruffles their hair.

he’s nervous when he asks you on your first date, stumbles over his words and rubs the back of his neck, but his smile is earnest and his eyes are kind. he’s clumsy as he takes you to dinner, trips over his own feet as he scrambles to hold the door open. he’s a few mora short, blushing and mortified as he pats his pockets for more, mumbling how he’s sure he’d had enough when you giggle and complete the bill. he’s talkative through the night, rambles about his job and his projects, tells you details you don’t understand but can’t help but catch every word. he’s a bit shy when you hold his hand as you walk home, coughs a bit too loud to hide the hitched breath in his throat. he’s inexperienced when he leans in to kiss you, missing your lips for the corner of your mouth instead and stuttering over his words as he tries to explain he’s never done this before.

and when he takes a deep breath, cupping your cheeks with both hands and looking at you with conviction like he’s now made his life’s purpose to kiss you properly, you know you love kaveh.

you know you love him—somewhere during the first date. maybe the first meet. definitely the first kiss.

because kaveh is easy to love, even if he doesn’t know it himself.

he’s easy to love through soft kisses under the sheets, easy to love through gleaming eyes and animated hands as he speaks, easy to love through those moments of doubt and festering guilt of the past, easy to love through that innocence that wants to see the world for all that’s good and never for what’s bad.

kaveh is easy to love. so you love him. unconditionally so, from when the sun meets the moon and over again. continuing the cycle, holding him in your arms and pressing your lips to the soft skin of his forehead. and maybe, one day, if you continue to love him as easily as you do, he’ll learn to love himself too, to see the way he deserves the tenderness you show him.

“—and just so you know, inspiration isn’t something you can elect to ignore. some artists go months, if not years without an ounce of—”

“i love you,” you interrupt his rambling, voice soft and breathless and seeping with affection that he’s not felt in so long, he pauses with wide eyes.

it’s not the first time you’ve said it, and it certainly won’t be the last, but it’ll never feel quite like this time.

“yeah,” he says shakily, clutching you tighter, “i love you too.”

and maybe one day, he hopes if he loves you hard enough himself, you’ll know you’re just as easy to love too.

your honor he’s my everything 🥹 please i would steal the moon and stars for him 🥹

[lovezhongli]

Alhaitham text posts (bonus haikaveh)

[kuuhaiyu]

read another name for a companion