#rewak

[daydreams-and-honeybees]

Thinking about the met gala’s theme this year and Huntlow would’ve slayed it so hard

[f3lldrag0n]

sasakure. UK - *Hello,Planet. 2019 Rewake /＊ハロー、プラネット。(2019: Rewake)

[bunastudio]

Crafted in rich Chanderi textile with peaks of embroidered organza along the neckline, the Crystal Pink Maxi Dress spells grace and tranquility.  https://www.bunastudio.com/products/crystal-pink-maxi-dress

[hornylegushka]

me too, me too…

guys. guys do you. guys do you think Fiddleford ever put the words “feelings for Stanford Pines” in the memory eraser and just. pushed the trigger. and. maybe did it not once, not twice. and then he fell in love with Ford AGAIN AFTER FORD WAS BACK?????? GUYS

[nightmyst14-blog]

Rebloomed Lilies AU: The firstborns

I haven't talked about My main Au in a while so I wanted to talk/rant about it. Mostly How I view the Children of the Ancients, specifically the firstborns.

Letting you all now,this is my Au and MY headcanons. Please respect them or scroll away.

With that our of the way, let's get started.

In my AU, I like the believe that when the Ancients along with their children, share a bond with the Soul Jam, some bonds growing strong enough to chosen to become the next Ancient.

The firstborns usually have the HIGHEST chance, but not 100%. Sometimes a younger sibling or another relative/ friend have a better change of being chosen to be the next successor. Its it ALWAYS the Soul Jam's choice, not the wielder.

The first borns (in order) were RoyalBerry, Dark Choco, Mozzerella and Clover.

Royalberry is the child of Hollyberry and Pure Vanilla but LEANED more into His mother's side. Despite his strong bond with his mother's soul jam, he was chosen to be her heir to the throne, not to the Soul jam as it wasn't needed at the moment. Thankfully, his daughter Princess seemed to be the chosen successor, and he'll be there to mentor her.

Dark Choco and Clover are half-brothers, one represening White Lily and the other representing Dark Cacao. Both have prefect bonds for the Soul Jam, its just that by the time Clover could start learning as child, White Lily went missing, is waiting for her return.

Dark Choco was exiled from the kingdom due to the Strawberry Jam's sword and joined the COD's influence, which kinda severed the bond silghtly. Thankfully by now he was able to separate that bond and working to better himself. Soon he will be able to take up his father's soul jam, but time will tell.

Mozzarella is the eldest between her golden siblings, Burnt Cheese and Smoked Cheese, but hasn't made any interest of being her mother, Golden Cheese's successor. She's more than happy of just being the princess. Her Younger brother Smoked Cheese have tried to take the soul jam to be her successor, but due his ill intentions, he wasn't allowed it. Most likely the youngest, Burnt Cheese will be the one to take up the mantle, while his elder siblings run the kingdom.

Oh Im missing one, haven't I?

What about Pure Vanilla's successor?

Well, in this Au, he actaully HAD one.

Meet Royal Vanilla Cookie. He's the twin brother of Royal Berry Cookie and the heir to Pure Vanilla's soul jam. But due to DE's attack on the Vanilla Kingdom, Royal Vanilla Cookie was working on helping his father's people.

He ended up being turned to stone, hidden in the royal libraries of the kingdom. Maybe someone can rewake him from his slumber?

Luckily enough, the young prince had an heir before the attack, and that heir had a little prince. A little Custard perhaps?

(His Relationship chart will be made soon.)

Just wanted to ramble a bit, hope you guys like my newest Oc.

[dreaminlittlenightmares]

This Blog Rewakes to Ask a Question...

[write-feel-live-love]

Freewrite Friday- Mopey Edition

The Algorithm appears to enjoy my sappy posts, so this one should get record hits.

I'm a shit mom.

And now I'm crying, so let's unpack this.

I literally just had therapy yesterday and told her everything was great and I'm back to another low today. Fuck this.

I'm a shit mom. I just got done re-rocking my son back to sleep secretly praying he won't hate me when he's older and apologizing to him that he and his sister have a shit mom.

And I know what you're saying, "if you were a shit mom you wouldn't be doing any of that".

But I still am. I'm back at work and I do NOT have the energy to take care of students, coworkers (yes coworkers), friends, my administration, my husband, my students' parents, and my kids. Who the fuck has the emotional bandwidth to handle all of that? SO I'm writing here in my office, in the dark, crying quietly so I don't rewake both of the kids back up while my husband is downstairs with our friend probably wondering where the fuck I am.

When I get downstairs, I'm going to be working. So I'm not even done with my day yet. AND I haven't walked in fuck knows how long because I'm too tired and using every loophole I can not to right now. Although to be fair, when a friend drives almost 3 hours into town I don't want to waste 15 minutes walking. But I can sit there for 2 hours working while in the same room?! I don't know.

I'm literally a mess right now and I don't know what to do. I am so paralyzed by all of the shit that needs done and all the thoughts in my head. I just want headphones, music that'll soothe my soul, and bed.

But I teach. And it's August. That's a fucking pipe dream.

OH. And we're selling my car tomorrow. First car I bought honestly. From my grandmother (so yes it was cheap, and yes when she died they forgave my debt, so it's fuzzy on how honestly I bought it). So I'm having massive guilt even though the woman never got to drive it (old, starting stages of dementia, it wasn't great), and it's not like it's a memory thing. I'm just overly sentimental and can't ever let anything go because gods forbid I get rid of something.

I'm so tired.

I'm...so tired.

Goodnight Void. Thanks for listening.

[annimator-ocblog]

OC Story: Rebirth

(Marcus & Liam’s rewritten backstory)

(TW: Mentions of Death and Self-Harm)

A young Mage & Avian rewake in a place fully covered in white, immediately embracing once they lay eyes on each other.

Both of them still vividly remember what happened to them seconds prior.

They were ambushed by what felt like a large horde of entities

They got once last bittersweet look at each other before slowly closing their eyes

They died.

By the looks of it, the place the two of them are now in seems to be the afterlife. But, the place seems a bit bleak compared to the myths and stories they’ve read about.

Before they could explore the place any further, they’re met with a jarring face.

A large person of an indeterminable gender, their face partially masked with a veil that ends around their neck with long hair being partially tied into a bun, and a long white robe with symbols of the spirit elements on their robe’s sash.

Both of them immodestly who their face to face with,

The Creator, the being that created their universe.

Before any of them could ask them any questions, the Creator begins to speak.

“I have watched you two from birth to death. You have such vivid and vibrant dreams and desires, but the time period you’ve lived within was sadly harsh to both your dreams, and your love.”

The Mage & Avian both look at each other with a sad look before turning their heads back towards the Creator, who continues their speech

“That is why I will be giving you two a second chance. There’s a portal behind me that’ll lead into the future, where your dreams can become a reality, and your love is respected and accepted into society. You will be reincarnated together, and the old memories of your past life will slowly but surely return to the both of you. I won’t guarantee that you’ll immediately find each other in your next life, but your souls will be semi connected in a similar vain to the soulmates that I’ve forged, and your souls will immediately recognize each other once you reunite.”

“I understand if you don’t want to accept this, but the portal will always stay open if you change your mind later.”

The two lovers immediately accept the offer, walking together to where the portal awaits them, stopping once they’re inches away from it.

Before they enter it together, the Avian speaks towards his lover, “We’ll find each other before we re-enroll back into Arcana Academy, right Liam?”

The Mage smiles back at him, reassuring him as he answers his question, “Yeah. It’s a promise Marcus.”

And so, they kiss

They hold hands

And they enter the portal together, reincarnating into the distant future.

[pastel-rights]

Woke up to Lau being,,, silly and questionable, Brendan being a wet paper towel, and klai and kory going 🤨

I’m going back to sleep I hope whatever I rewake up to is more normal/lh

[hazel-of-sodor]

Guardian Ch.4 Leave Me Not

Guardian

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Ch.4 Leave Me Not

   Finally they reached Kellsthorpe Station, Emily faced away at the head of her train, the light from the platform cutting through the misty night air, waiting impatiently.

   "Finally!" she fumed, "I never thought you of all engines would make me late!"

   "Evening to you as well," Thomas snarked as he rolled up alongside her.

   Emily went to retort, but was cut off by the phantom letting off a joyful whistle as they were pulled up alongside their sister

   Emily froze at the sound, her face turning pale. She slowly looked over to the phantom, who let out a suddenly hesitant wheesh.

  "Emerald?" She asked shakily. The phantom let off a puff of confirmation. On the platform, Emily's crew stared in shock at the phantom twin of their engine.

  Emily suddenly let out a sobbing laugh, tears running down her face. "The others said they used to see you on their night runs but I didn't want to believe them," Emily's accent was thicker than Samantha ever remembered hearing, " after they'd resteamed what was left of you, I'd hoped you'd passed on."

    "They resteamed her?" Thomas asked with concern.

    Emily nodded, "After the accident management decided there was enough of her intact to try to rewake her." The old single's voice was thick with tears. "Efrain woke up instead." She glanced over to Emerald, " he was a good sort, but many of our crews didn't like him. They felt it was bad luck to drive an engine who'd passed, even with a new engine within."

     Emerald sizzled with discontent.

"They knew it wasn't his fault, " Emily sighed, " but our crews are often a superstitious lot."

Samantha bit her tongue to keep from commenting.

"How did she end up here?" Emily asked Thomas.

"She found us past Dryaw on my last evening run. When she heard you were here she asked to come see you. We of course decided to help her."

"Thank you Caomhnóir," Emily whispered with a watery smile. Emerald wheeshed an agreement.

"It was our pleasure," Thomas said with feeling.

Emerald clanked a question to Emily. "Oh I'm fine, it's a little lonely being the only one of us on the island at times, but Elena visits when she can, and I've made many friends over the years." Emily's smile was sad but genuine.

Emerald was silent for a moment then puffed at Thomas.

Thomas was clearly surprised by whatever Emerald had said as he gave a start. He looked thoughtful for a second then sad as he began, " I'm sorry Emerald, I don't know any way for you to stay, as soon as the sun rises you need to..."

Samantha frowned as Thomas suddenly cut off whatever he was about to say. She had been checking the level in his bunker, in order to give the engines a semblance of privacy. She turned to find Thomas's lamp casting a simmering gold over the two singles, rather than the red it was supposed to be. Where the gold light washed over the phantom's form seemed more real somehow, as if the light was anchoring Emerald to reality. Samantha walked to Thomas's front, as she came level with his face, the gold light flicked and fell back to red. Thomas's eyes were dilated and he looked dazed, but even as she reached out to check on him his pupils returned to normal and his expression was suddenly sharply focused. 

"We need to get her to Crovan's Gate," he said suddenly.

"What!?" was all but shouted by Emily and crews, with even Emerald giving a sharp whistle.

"Do you mean..." Emily trailed off, unable to give voice to her dawning hope.

"I don't know why," Thomas said tersely, "I just know we have to get her there by daylight, and I can't do it alone, my cylinders would be affected by then."

Emily swung large hopeful eyes towards their crews.

Before she could speak Samantha groaned and called out, "Nicole!"

"Yeah, yeah. Get us a path and someone to take Emily's train," she grumbled as she strode towards the station master's office, "the things we do for our engines."

Emily beamed as her crew climbed into her cab to run her around to couple up behind her sister.

Samantha turned to Thomas, " You owe me ALL the coffee when we get home." 

"Of course driver," although his tone was innocent, he couldn't quite keep the happy smugness from his expression. Samantha shook her head then frowned as she saw his running plate, hadn't the rust been further up than that? She bent to inspect the rust.

"Are you sure you're all right to reach the works?"

"As long as Emily helps," he said as he looked down at the rust, "having another engine helps slow it down and since they're sisters..."

Samantha caught on immediately, "She is closer to Emerald and so can handle the differences better than you, just as you can handle her better than us."

 "Exactly."

 Emily buffered up behind and gave an excited whistle, "Ready!"

  Samantha climbed back into the cab just as Nicole got back. Emerald whistled her readiness as Nicole climbed in. Molly's whistle was heard from the sheds as she was prepared to take Emily's Train. The signal dropped.

"Peep peep peep," Thomas whistled as they pulled away, "Here we go!".

[istherewifiinhell]

[Rewaking someone up] hey you didnt get up and drink ur coffee

-Whats time is it [tells them] (quiet grumble getting up.) ohhh okay i have plenty of time.

[starcel]

Wait…. I just remembered during lunch today I had a bisexual rewaking. Reawakening.

[bandnameserver]

Rewaking

[chesterleprince]

Lilith's Levain

//

specific and vague,

analytically, I’m literally ace.

Acidic, ablaze,

biffing with this sickening rage.

The mystic acclaimed,

the critic's cynic appraise,

lucific, listless Lorraine,

Lilith's Lillim Levain.

Lillin living Liege.

The Gryphons? Tiffish estates.

Skiffing with finicky apes,

mimicking, visually bayt/bait.

Vampiric, the spirit rewakes.

Kill the martyr, honestly,

filled with horror, sodomy.

Built the harbour, modestly,

drilled my armour, consciously.

You're the devil and I'm honest,

feel your pressure on my solace.

See your message on my body,

hear you breathless as I'm falling.

Heed the calling siren, lycan.

Often feed, cautiously,

god please.

Robbing me, horridly sorry,

say you saw me, I changed my calling.

Keep me in secrecy,

leave me ingeniously.

The reaper is seeking me,

reak of the demon's key.

Beaten, but never being beat,

eat me, feel the meanness deep.

Strip me of my cheapest needs,

lift me up with beaming streams.

Weekly feel my weakness feast.

Breathing steep,

sleeping beat.

Beast is creeping on the greenest streets,

reaping me,

Fiendishly seizing my keenest keeps.

Recently seen the meak believe.

Feed me leaves.

Sweet her seed, seamless cheek is freed.

Achieve or not achieve.

To be or not to be.

[magicartanddesign]

Untitled, Tomasz Rewak (by Lord_Fixer), watercolor, 2024

[artrabella]

Hey so the met gala theme, was "sleeping beauties: Reawakening fashion", and it makes me think of celebrities. Celebrities who are sleeping over injustice, inequalities, and actually a genocide that happened right now, and doesn't express themselves.

Pop culture will rewake, when celebrities are going to product ART and denounce the problems of our society.