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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.
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shimizu are we still besties ,
COCKS HEAD TO THE SIDE. stares ... stares longer ... “ sorry. who are you ? ”
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@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. ’
#reborndreams#did i say i'd do it ... i did it.#its 6 not 20 sldjg#long post /#she really said thx bye <3
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🍓 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. ☆
#☆┊ — 𝐍𝐎𝐍 - 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 — games for kelly ✧#reborndreams#( you and me agreeing on suga and oikawa supermacy#while bullying daichi and crying over bokuto's lack of braincells ...#the way we love the haikyuu boys makes my heart melt#DJKFHKSDJHFSJDHF#ILYSM CJ !! SMOOOOOOOOCH !!!! )
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@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? ❞
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@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.
#reborndreams#♡ ch. akaashi keiji.#(takes 15 years to write this) HERE U GO CJ <3#long post /#anyways would absolutely die 4 them
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Reborn
#birthday#new year#anniversary#don't change#god's people#godisonthemove#godschild#godisgood#godspromises#godislove#godsword#godsplan#godisgreat#godslove#godswork#reborndreams#we want change
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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.
#self care#reborndreams#freedom#a new era#rebirth#my feels are all over the place#dream journal#dreaming#set free#a new hope
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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.😄
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🎭 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
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@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 ? ❜
#reborndreams#blood tw /#they are so spicy in fhq we love it#kiyoko: if ur gonna keep pacing and talking to urself like a sad little man then can i go#also kiyoko: fucks up his chair#not 20 para but its... longk
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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. ’
#reborndreams#crack tag tba.#oikawa and kiyoko meeting each other in the netherlands ( new timeskip arc )
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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 ;///-///;
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❝ 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! ❞
#reborndreams#in character: aino minako#that's ok minako will be just as annoying right back at him LOL
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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
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