#reborndreams

[travelers-of-the-multiverse]

reborndream

The little moth was looking up to the lizard curiously as he explained the scent. He’d been to the dream world then? Something she had only glimpsed despite being the goddess of it in her world. It was strange to her that she couldn’t truly go to her realm yet but assured herself it was due to not being in Hallownest.  “It smells wonderful. Like home.” While she saw this world as her home away from home, there was no denying that in her heart she knew she belonged elsewhere. She smiled up to the lizard and looks to Reyna. She was used to her adopted mom getting such respect so she just giggles a bit. The little moth then looks over to the stall again.  “Dreams always smell so comforting to me, something that makes the dreamers not want to wake up immediately so they can recover and rejuvenate themselves.” She smiles and nodes as if this was a fact that cannot be disputed. At least, that was their purpose in Hallownest. 

The old lizard smiles. "Indeed. The dream world allows for more than just that though. For many, inspiration, connection and exploration are possible within it. We are inspired by the beauty, even in its shapeless state. We connect with others through dreams, and form bonds to the depths of our souls. And we explore the possible and impossible, within the world of dreams." He regales to the little one. Even if she knows this, it's interesting to see how other worlds view dreams like that too.

"Indeed. Dreams allow for so much, and even now I feel like we've only barely scratched the surface of them. If you don't mind, I'd like to buy some of your incense." She says. She hands some gold to the old lizard, and takes a few sticks of incense. "Now, is there anything else you wanna see Radi?" She asks her little one.

[shimzus-a2]

shimizu are we still besties ,

      COCKS  HEAD  TO  THE  SIDE.  stares ... stares longer ...  “  sorry. who are you ?  ”

[joannakazmierczakpietka]

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[shimzus-a]

@reborndreams​ ( oikawa ) plotted with me / challenged me for the long KIYOKO HATES OIKAWA thread :

KIYOKO  had hoped that her clear disinterest in him would have been conveyed easily. she’d never given him a second glance ( beyond what she needed to observe during their practice match ), nor cared to hold a conversation with him. perhaps the greatest thing she’d ever given to him was a blank look & a few blinks : not enough to found a connection.

oikawa-san isn’t really the kind of person she’d want to connect with, anyways. he seems to be someone you’d find yourself STUCK to, not WILLINGLY interacting with. if she were in an unlucky situation— like in an elevator that had stopped working mid-way through its upward ascent— it would probably follow through that oikawa-san would be the person she’d be trapped with. 

she doesn’t think too hard on that, though. it’s not as though she’ll be in that situation any time soon. if kiyoko had full control over her surroundings, she’d simply elect to remove oikawa-san from them all. he has plenty of other outlets ... that was made clear enough to her from just one practice match, where the cheers from his FANS in the gymnasium balconies rang out distinctly.

plus ... it seems like he has enough CONFIDENCE to keep him afloat. that’s one thing that she dislikes about him ; like two magnetic poles pushing each other apart, kiyoko finds his confidence repelling. he’s a strong player, but even so, there’s no need to be so outwardly egotistical. or to say things like ‘ hit it until it breaks ... ’

kiyoko could comfortably go about the rest of her duties without paying him a second’s worth more attention. [ managers don’t really need to talk to rival team captains ... ] but as she steps out of the gymnasium during the break between their practice to gather ukai-san’s notebook ( he forgot it on the bus & had borrowed hers for the first portion of the day ), her shoes come nearly toe-to-toe with an unfamiliar pair, & she’s forced to lift her gaze. [ maybe it’s a coincidence that she bumps into oikawa-san here, but kiyoko’s immediate JUDGMENT makes her think otherwise. ]

there’s no frustration in her expression, nor any hint of distaste, but she regards him with a cold, critical look nonetheless. with an equally cold voice, she side-steps him & bows her head. it’s POLITE to extend her courtesies for the opportunity, regardless of how she feels towards his behavior. [ but extend her courtesies is all she will do, before she moves to leave again. she’d rather not linger to CHAT. ]  ‘  ... thank you for playing our team. excuse me.  ��

[2ndvice]

🍓 sum european solidarity

omg pls .. cj ....... I have literally just started talking to you more actively since last week and this has been one of the funniest weeks of my life ? you are so, so much fun to talk to and you make me laugh so freaking loudly sdjfkhskdjfh I’m waiting on your fateful return to Lisbon, where I’ll guide you around and show you the finest places for you to get your mom friend™ wine. aND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THAT WE CRY SM ABOUT BOKUTO N BULLY DAICHI TOGETHER ... and please ohmygod. you make my days so much more fun ! ! especially when I’m in stuck in zoom classes. SMOOCHES UR FACE REPEATEDLY ! ! stay pOGGERS. FOREVER.

𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 🍓 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮 !  //  always accepting.   ☆

[tochisuru]

@reborndreams​ : oikawa & minako.

❝ oikawa-kuuuun! ❞ the blonde came nearly bouncing into his space, immediately attaching herself to his arm when she got close enough. ❝ you said you were going to take me shopping and that was two whole days ago -- what gives?! when are we going? ❞

[johseon]

@reborndreams   inquired :      [ kiss ]   bokuaka  bestie !

their   time   is   always   finite.      bokuto  often  vocalized  the  opposite.    akaashi,  stop  worrying  about  the  future !   but  nevertheless,  his  brain  ran  rampant  despite  those  convictions,  his  own  misgivings.    if  he  could  turn  off  his  brain,  store  it  somewhere  safe  whenever  bokuto  was  around,  he’d  do  it  without  a  second  thought.    he  hated  the  doubt  that  he  found  strewn  everywhere.    truthfully,  akaashi  rarely  expected  others  to  be  in  his  life  for  longer  than  a  season,  perhaps  for  a  convenient  few  years.    everything  was  finite,  fixed,   &   loving  someone  else  felt  like  an  eventual  loss.    maybe  it  was  somewhat  akaashi’s  fault  too.    he  didn’t  reach  out  as  often  as  he  should.    there  were  aspects  of  himself  he  found  lacking,  such  was  true  for  everyone,   &   that  unerring  anxiety  was  at  the  pit  of  akaashi’s  own  internal  strife.

despite   his   birthday   in   its   beginning,      akaashi  hated  december.    it  was  the  first  month  when  the  air  grew  bitingly  cold.    for  what  happiness   &   warmth  it  provided,  he  missed  the  constant  company  of  the  sun.    he  disliked  the  constant  overcast  skies,  the  way  iced  coffee  lost  its  refreshing  comfort,  having  to  put  on   &   take  off  so  many  layers,  snow  boots  when  the  snow  fell  in  excess...    bokuto’s  absence  this  early  december  only  made  the  entrance  of  winter  even  more  dramatic.    though,  as  their  time  together  was  always  finite,  it  was  also  true  of  their  separation.    it  was  cyclical.    when  alone,  akaashi  found  himself  lost  in  a  daily  grind.  accepting  too  many  projects  at  work,  maintaining  a  home  by  himself,  caring  for  a  jungle  of  potted  plants  he  can’t  remember  amassing,  pushing  to  socialize  with  friends,  this  overbooked  agenda  helped  pass  the  time  until  their  eventual  reunion.    it  felt  much  like  trudging  through  wintertime,  waiting  for  spring  to  peek  through,  melting  away  the  sheets  of  accumulated  ice.

it   was   the  fifth   of   december,      that  precarious  date  that  felt  more  lonely  this  year  than  not.    maybe  i  should  visit  home  for  tonight...    no,  it  was  a  weekday.    his  parents  would  prefer  he  visit  over  the  weekend  rather  than  risk  a  scolding  for  missing  work.    or  worse,  falling  behind  on  the  numerous  publications  he  was  tied  to.    they  had  always  been  like  this.    be  it  for  his  mother,  father,  grandparents,  himself,  birthdays  were  always  weekend  affairs.    perhaps  that’s  why  a  birthday  on  thursday  felt  so  unceremonious.    even  as  an  adult,  akaashi  still  felt  tied  to  those  home  traditions,  ingrained  into  his  very  being,  even  if  he  knew  they  made  no  logical  sense.

he   had   accepted   his   fate.      after  thanking  everyone  at  work  for  providing  a  cake   &   a  gift,  a  small  figurine  of  his  favorite  character  from  the  current  shounen  he  was  editing,  it  felt  that  the  day’s  excitement  would  end  there.    meticulously,  he  scoured  every  social  media  post  made  in  his  honor,  finding  every  text  or  tweet  sent,  so  he  could  reply,  lest  akaashi  come  across  as  ungrateful.    another  paradigm  from  home,  the  care  for  one’s  outer  appearances  often  trumped  whatever  they  felt  internally.    be  stronger,  akaashi - kun.    the  world  is  an  unfriendly  place.

his   practiced   smile   was   infallible.      of  course  it  was,  given  how  it  was  honed  over  years  of  constant  practice.    his  coworkers  often  seemed  astounded  by  his  perfect  pokerface,  the  mask  that  only  truly  fell  around  them  during  drunken  work  banquets  or  karaoke  escapades.    the  politeness,  the  ambition,  the  kindness,  the  stoic  replies,  amongst  strangers,  there  was  no  real  akaashi.    at  the  end  of  more  exhausting  weeks,  he  tended  to  hole  himself  away  in  their  home,  drained  of  his  social  battery,  of  pretending  to  be.

this   day   wasn’t   that   cheerful.      it  rained  throughout  the  prior  night   &   somehow,  he  had  misplaced  his  umbrella.    running  late  in  the  morning,  akaashi  opted  to  run  through  the  freezing  rain,  hood  up,  to  the  train  station.    only  halfway  to  the  station  did  he  realize  that  his  packed  lunch,  onigiri  he  had  made  the  night  prior,  were  still  at  home.    he’d  buy  lunch  today,  it  seemed.    at  work,  while  his  coworkers  did  their  best  to  alleviate  the  day,  there  were  far  too  many  ongoing  issues  requiring  his  attention  to  warrant  any  celebrations.    he  appreciated  them  for  it,  though.    it  can  wait  until  the  weekend.    when  it  came  time  to  leave,  the  chilling  downpour  continuing  on,  akaashi  found  himself  with  no  energy  to  rush  to  an  empty  home.    the  train  ride  back  wasn’t  miserable,  although  far  too  damp  for  his  liking,   &   he  arrives  home  rather  quickly.

he   turns   the  key   to   the   front   door.      uncharacteristically,  it’s  unlocked  already,  drawing  a  frown  from  akaashi.    did  i  leave  it  unlocked  this  morning ?   he  certainly  remembered  locking  the  door  but  honestly,  with  the  exhausting  day   &   week  he’s  had,  wouldn’t  be  too  shocked  at  this  point.    sighing,  he  opens  the  door.   the  lights  are  on,  he  notes  with  further  annoyance,  congratulating  himself  on  a  higher  electricity  bill  for  the  month.    once  beyond  the  mustiness  of  the  wet  outdoors,  shoes   &   coat  off,  he  smells  food.    continuing  through  his  home,  feeling  so  foreign  at  this  moment,  the  kitchen  light  is  on.    he  hears  music  playing,  the  sizzle  of  something  hot  in  a  pan,  as  his  languid  walk  quickens  hastily.

he   often   missed   the   sun   in   winter,      just  as  he  missed  bokuto  when  his  love  left  to  travel   &   play.    no  matter  how  long  the  season  felt,  spring  always  came,  as  would  bokuto  coming  home.    

there   he   stood,      a  sentinel  draped  in  the  warm  lights  of  their  kitchen,  cooking  so  nonchalantly.    akaashi  uncaring  of  how  ugly  he  must  look,  with  pink  cheeks   &   wet  hair,  walks  forward.    bokuto’s  already  turned  around  to  face  him,  smiling  ever  so  heartily,  undoubtedly  smug  about  surprising  his  boyfriend  for  his  birthday.    he  opens  his  mouth  to  speak,  possibly  to  gloat,  but  akaashi  rushes  forward,  their  lips  colliding  in  a  moment  he’s  thought  about  for  weeks.    the  kiss  is  hungry,  demanding,  yearning,  but  bokuto  is  kind   &   allows  akaashi  to  continue.    it’s  as  if  he’s  afraid  something  will  arise  to  end  this  moment.    bokuto  is  so  warm,  wrapping  his  arms  around  his  treasured  other.    in  the  moment,  akaashi  forgets  about  his  day,  forgets  about  the  world,  melting  into  his  lover’s  touch  for  just  a  few  moments.    

akaashi   breaks   the   kiss   after   a   while,      gasping  for  a  few  seconds   &   collecting  himself.    he’s  already  decided  to  take  friday  off.    hands  holding  bokuto’s  face,  akaashi  inches  forward  again  for  a  gentler  kiss  which  lasts  just  a  tad  longer.    he  could  state  the  obvious,  how  he  missed  bokuto,  how  lonely  it’s  been  these  last  few  weeks,  but  perhaps  a  third  kiss  could  replace  any  words.

[denny-writings]

Reborn

[ghoulishmermaidsworld]

Freedom at last♡

As the blood pumps out of my arms I ask that you see my sins running out of my body, leaving this vessel empty of all her misery and heartbreak.

As the demons fuel leaves this vessel know I am no longer suffering, I am free and alive for the first time in my life.

I will no longer fuel the demons with sins, I am reborn as I walk across Valhalla.

I am anew. I am whole. I am free. I am reborn.

With this new life I am given, I plan on being the vessel I was ment to be. I will not forget about my sins or demons but I will grow stronger from them.

I am no longer a prisoner of this world.

[kjewlz]

Makes me sad how women are given an expectation to be talented in the “sex” field. Jk no it doesn’t. This rookie is excited, bitch. 🤣😂 I was thinking the other day how I’m just letting my days pass without putting effort on my appearance not b/c I really dgaf but because I am being considerate to the feelings of those around me. Like? Fucking sickening... anyway.😄

[snakeskn-archived]

🎭 which muse is the easiest to write & also 💎 which muse is the biggest drama queen

SEND ME A SYMBOL AND I WILL TELL YOU…

(  🎭  )    which muse is the easiest to write:        i fee like rosette is one of the easiest muses for me to write she tends to just ... talk a lot like if she thinks it, she speaks it   (   💎  )    which muse is the biggest drama queen:       nari is on a sideblog but it’s definitely nari but jackie burkhart is def on the list as well

[shimzus-a2]

@reborndreams​ // have your 20-para fhq thread, babe !

‘    𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽  𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝚃  very  useful  to  me,  are  you   ?   ’    he  drawls,  annoyance  passing  over  his  features  as  he  releases  a  huff.  the  castle  is  dark,  save  for  the  glow  emitted  from  the  various  candles  placed  throughout  the  room.  he’s  been  pacing  back  and  forth  for  what  seems  like  an  eternity,  thinking,  contemplating  and  most  of  all  wondering  if  kuroo  had  managed  to  succeed  in  whatever  he  was  doing.

even  though  he  knows  kuroo  would  not  betray  him  anytime  soon,  oikawa’s  trust  was  hard  to  earn  and  even  harder  to  keep.  he’s  naturally  wary  of  just  about  anyone,  which  shows  in  the  way  he  treats  those  around  him.  if  they  were  beneficial,  they  were  spared,  but  anyone  who  had  proven  to  be  either  disloyal  or  useless  was  cast  out.

his  gaze  shifts  back  to  kiyoko,  who  had  been ... well,  doing  whatever  it  is  that  she  does  on  a  regular  basis.  as  far  as  the  succubus  goes,  oikawa  doesn’t  really  interfere  with  her  activities  ;  maybe  on  occasion  he’ll  ask  her  to  deal  with  something,  or  send  out  one  of  those  heinous  little  gremlins  she  kept  around.

he’s  still  not  sure  why  she  keeps  them  around.

a  sigh  spills  from  his  lips,   ‘   huh.  maybe  i  should  find  a  witch.  or  an  oracle.    ’   he  points  out,  lifting  his  palm  and  observing  the  cloud  of  black  smoke  that  gathers  around  his  fingers.  ‘  all  this  power  and  yet  i  can’t  look  into  the  future.  how  tragic.  ’   an  eye  roll.   ‘   but  i  suppose  i’ll  just  have  to  trust  kuroo  then.   ’

         KIYOKO’S  BROWS  DRAW  TOGETHER  TENSELY .   the way he speaks of allies, as if they were objects ... it suits him. oikawa-san seems to treat them all as pawns, or perhaps even worse, in the same way that humans have always treated demons with disdain. even under his direct power, as someone not quite an advisor yet, not quite a friend, but not quite an enemy either, kiyoko bridges the space between feeling like his TOOL & feeling like his NUISANCE. given his influence & power, he has every right to find a witch. perhaps kiyoko is the only one who still remains bitter & distanced from him ... though he keeps her on-board nonetheless. keeping a nuisance who can be minimally useful if out of the way is better than being WASTEFUL, isn’t it ?

         even if he found a witch, or something else to replace her ... she considers, [ he can win, or he can lose. it doesn’t really concern her. ] kiyoko’s own stake in his victory is rather minimal— he’d saved her life a time ago, & in exchange she’d given him the right to poke & prod at her to see if he could build demon soldiers of his own— but beyond those simple roles they played, kiyoko didn’t much care for the grand king. seemingly, he didn’t care much for her either, but she never lost sleep over it. 

         silently, with a stony gaze that speaks volumes, she places a dark black claw into her mouth & SLICES. her tongue tastes like iron ( like blood ), & she thinks it TICKLES. kiyoko has never had a problem with being silent before ... in fact, she prefers it. but when oikawa-san starts monologuing to himself, it can become tiresome. she’d like to hear something else for a change. something in her thinks it might be worth it, if she overstepped her boundaries by just an INCH & asked something along the lines of ‘ if you don’t need me for research, then does that mean you’ve finished it ? ’ when she knows he hasn’t. 

         if that were the case, he’d already have disposed of her ... unless he likes keeping her around for some reason, & with her the two henchmen she sports for convenience. [ maybe he likes her after all ? ]

         but she keeps those words to herself, & instead chooses to shift her weight onto one hip, leaning herself against the side of his chair like a cat rubbing its back against something. while he’s busy pondering over his thoughts & talking to himself, she knows she has free rein without scrutiny, so she tests her limits idly, scratching a nail gently into the wooden post of the chair & listening for the sound it makes. ANYTHING would be a nicer sound to her ears than his whining right now. she digs a bit deeper, watching a black nail sink into the soft wood & drag down in a deep, nasty scar. it won’t ruin the chair, but it’s not as if everything in his castle needs to be PRISTINE either.

         ❛  ... hm,  ❜  she hums, clearly choosing to not pay him any attention. her hand brushes over the cut she’s made in the wood, & with a few steps she’s shifted from the chair to a new location, leaning her back against a shelf & twisting the tail of her whip between a few fingers. it occurs to kiyoko that she doesn’t use it nearly as much as she probably should ... she may be a bit rusty now. but oikawa-san has reminded her of her henchmen, so she makes a small note in her head to pay them a visit later. that is ... if he’ll excuse her from his presence soon. 

          tilting her head slowly, she gives him a slow blink, lashes falling prettily over her dark red eyes. she’d never play sweet with him unless she had to, but she doesn’t need to WORK HARD to be beautiful, either.  ❛  ... ne. you seem so fidgety. shall i leave you to suffer alone now with your thoughts ?  ❜

[shimzus-a]

hallo kiyoko-chan do u want a peer . [ from oikawa obvi ]

‘  ah. hij-lo, oikawa-san. ja, i’d loeve a peer, but not from joe.  ’

[drawbauchery]

Hello. I just wanted to tell you that your pictures of lapis, peridot and amethyst make me really happy. I have a shitty day today, which started off good then turned shirt, which makes it worse, but looking at your art made me feel happier. Peri' s just so damn cute it makes me feel better. So, thank you for making a bad day turn at least and on a happier note.

I’m so happy to hear this, thank you ;///-///; 

[tochisuru]

❝ you have the most beautiful hair, besides me. ❞ from oikawa to minako, annoyin ass 😭😭

 @reborndreams​ -- goodnight moon | minako | still accepting.

fingers slip into silky golden strands, smiling to herself as a thought she won’t be willing to share crosses her mind. her hair is the gift of a goddess, well taken care of and one of her most defining features. she takes pride in it both for what it is, but also purely vain reasons as well, as she knows she simply wouldn’t be the goddess of love if she didn’t have the long, luxurious hair that was befitting of someone of such a title. she could wax poetic to him about how unique and beautiful her hair truly is and how he as a mere mortal should be so lucky! to be able to witness it, but she’ll save it for now.

        ❝ ha! you wish your hair was as beautiful as mine, oikawa-kun.~ ❞ she replies haughtily, chest puffing and a hand resting at her hip as she tosses the golden length over her shoulder. ❝ you’ve got a cute cut, i’ll give you that, but that little ‘do doesn’t hold a candle to me. and i don’t even have to use products to get it like this! ❞

[tasaina]

which type of romanticism are you?

fresh romanticism

wrapped smiles, stolen glances, blushed cheeks: you're fresh romanticism. fresh romanticism is the essence of a new relationship, it's the excitement in discovering new things about your lover and falling in love with each and every one of them, it's the first time you notice the faded scar on their knee, the first time you eat their favourite food together. you can be a bit naïve at times, but as they say, ignorance is bliss... isn't it? 

you have a distinct lust for life and are eager to love. fresh romanticism isn't as juvenile a concept as it may seem at first; after all, every relationship is new at some point. remember to slow down a bit at times, but never lose that spark and excitement for love you so clearly carry around. "i was missing you before we even met" - d.j.

tagged by: @jsuke + @2ndvice - THANK YA’LL SO MUCH  tagging: @katharzis @aicidos @reborndreams @guideheart​ @calpio​ + anyone else who wants to do this have fun yolo