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Hello, could you write something about toge inumaki where the reader comforts him after the loss of his arm in Shibuya (I need content about my baby, almost no one writes about him) 💗😸

Comforting Toge Inumaki after he lost his arm in Shibuya

Pairing: Toge Inumaki x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,4k

Synopsis: see request above

Warnings: loss of arm, hurt to comfort, Toge deserves all the love, this is not proofread bc it's my birthday and I have to meet up with people urgh

dear anon, I hope you like your request even though it took me some time <3

Your feet carry you down the dark hallways on their own, mind racing. You weren’t there when it happened. In fact, you didn’t even know what was going on until Yuta arrived by your side.

“He’s severely injured, (y/n).”

There was no doubt that he talked about your lover, the boy who swept you off your feet. Toge Inumaki, severely injured? This has to be a bad dream, you will wake up every minute-

But you didn’t wake up. No, instead Shoko confirmed your worst nightmares. When Sukuna launched his sphere, Toge got caught in between. You swallow hard, desperately try to keep yourself from hyperventilating, from losing your mind completely. Your wobbly legs carry you down the halls of jujutsu high, hot tears stinging in your eyes. It is said that he lost an arm and a severe amount of blood. Is he awake, shocked, depressed? What exactly happened? The sheer wave of thoughts that roam around your head makes you feel dizzy and almost trip over your own feet.

You have to see him, have to make sure he’s alright.

“Shoko?”

Your call fades into the darkness unanswered. What time is it? It has to be far past midnight. After all, you yourself were busy the whole night fighting off curses in Shibuya.

“Fuck!”

Over and over, you slam your fists into a nearby wall. Suddenly your house of card collapses. This is a nightmare, the worst that could have happened. Nanami-sensei and Nobara dying. Panda, Maki, all the others…Toge.

You swallow hard, a toe-curling scream escaping your trembling lips. He promised to come back when you had to separate, promised to meet you back at Jujutsu High when everything’s over.

“I don’t want to leave you like this”, you admitted, heart almost pounding out of your chest.

He said nothing, he didn’t had to. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and caressed your hair gently.

“Tuna tuna.”

A soft kiss on your temple, a last warm smile.

Then he disappeared in one of the tunnels, straight into darkness. Was that the last time you saw him? Your numb body glides down the wall, life forcing you onto your knees. You always knew how dangerous this job is, that every day could be your last. And still, you never admitted it to him. You didn’t even get the chance to tell him how you truly feel, that all those innocent touches mean the world to you.

“I love you”, you whimper into the night.

“I always did.”

“What the hell are you doing here, (y/n)?”

Your widen eyes search for her voice. Oh, there was never a moment you were more excited to hear her, to feel her presence. In the matter of second, you get back on your legs and start running. Towards the woman who means hope, towards her white doctor’s coat splattered in blood.

“Please tell me he’s okay, tell me you were able to fix him”, you mutter against her chest.

The smoke of cigarettes follows Shoko no matter where she goes, stings in your nose like venom. But you couldn’t care less. No, that she’s here means he has to be alright. That she’s here is your last straw of hope.

“Calm down, kid.”

Her free hand brushes through your hair while she puffs on her cigarette.

“This was a rough night, okay? And to be honest, you look like you could use a treatment to-“

“Shoko.”

Your eyes find hers, clouded in sleep deprivation and an unwavering sadness. And then she…smiles.

“He’s alright, (y/n).”

The weight of what feels like the whole world collapses from your chest onto the floor. And for the very first time since Yuta told you what happened, you are able to finally breathe. He’s alright. That means he’s alive, he’s save, he’s still there.

“Can I see him?”

“Just to let you know…I wasn’t able to save his left arm, okay? He’s well otherwise, but I wasn’t able to fix that. Just don’t be surprise when…y’know, it’s gone”, she explains while starting to move towards the hospital wing.

You simply follow her like a lost puppy, the news of his lost arm making your guts turn. You already heard what happened but still you hoped Shoko might be able to somehow fix this…How does he feel? This news must be devastating for him. Does he already know about the others?

Just when you’re about to drift off in your panic thoughts all over again, Shoko comes to a stand in front of your door. Your heartbeat picks up in an instant, glossy eyes staring at the closed door.

“Is he in there?”

“Take the time you need, okay? And (y/n)?”

Your turn around to look at her, shaky fingers already positioned on the doorknob.

“Just go ahead and finally tell him about your feelings, okay?”

You swallow hard, mouth so dry you aren’t even able to respond with words. Instead, you nod at her, heart pounding so roughly against your ribcage that you threaten to faint.

And then you open the door.

For a moment, your body isn’t really sure what to do. Are you about to pass out, are you relieved, scared, miserable? Toge just sits there, a weak smile forming itself on his lips when he realizes it’s you.

Something inside you snaps. Before you are able to help yourself, you storm towards him. Despite the horrible pain in your injured shoulder, despite all the bruises that cover your legs, despite the fact that you just want to cry and go to sleep, you sprint. Your body falls onto the sick bed he lays on, collapses into his already opened invited arms. Tears of joy, guilt and agony start to stream down your face in rivers, soak the bandage that covers his chest.

“Mustard leaves.”

“Are you alright?”

He eyes you up and down, inspects the wound on your forehead with his fingertips.

“I should ask you this”, you mutter against his chest.

“I should have never left you alone down there. I-…I’ll never forgive myself for this. We should have stayed together. Maybe we would have been able to prevent this from happening, maybe-“

“Fish flakes.”

“That’s not true, (y/n).”

His eyes are filled with emotions you can’t read, his thumb caressing your cheek oh so gently.

“I love you, Toge. I should have said it sooner, but I’ve been to afraid to fuck it up”, you cry out.

You never expected those words to come off your tongue so easily, that you’d be able to finally admit your feelings to him. A gentle smile lights up his face, eyes still fixated on yours.

“Salmon.”

“I love you too.”

Somehow you always knew. Deep within your guts, you always had this feeling that he might like you back. But hearing it from his very own mouth, seeing the glimmer in his eyes, that oh so precious smile. You are so lost in your train of thoughts that you startle when the boy you love more than anything else suddenly sobs.

“Fish flakes.”

“I’m scared, (y/n).”

His sudden confession almost sweeps you off your feet, the pained tone in his sore voice breaking your heart into tiny little pieces. Out of all people in Shibuya, he deserved this the least. But you have to be strong. Not only for yourself, but especially for Toge.

“We’ll get through this together, okay? I might not be able to take your pain away, but I’ll be there for you non-stop.”

He wraps his arm around you. Longingly, passionate. As if you’re air and he can’t breathe, as if you’re sunshine on a cloudy day, like water in the desert. You bury your head in the crook of his neck, silent tears still streaming down your face. Oh, you can’t imagine how painful it must be to lose your arm. Let alone…all the horrible things he saw in Shibuya. This night showed every single one of you that the real fight just started, that you had absolutely no idea about the real jujutsu world.

You gaze up at him, his glossy but loving eyes set on you.

“We can do this, Toge”, you whisper into the night.

“Salmon”, his shaky voice replies before he presses his lips against yours.

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scribbling-dragon · 11 months

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breaking the ice

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“What have we got here?” The man grins, brushing closer to him, but not quite close enough to touch. He tilts his head, hair laying flat against his head. Sparks shower out, cyan and orange dotting his clothes. He turns his arms over, admiring the pattern they leave behind before they fade again and the man is in front of him once more.

“What are you doing?” Martyn asks, the fifth time the man has teleported to be beside him, no longer jolting in surprise at the sudden shower of sparks and appearance of the man beside him.

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If Martyn could shiver, he’d probably have shuddered his way out of his own skin by now. But he can't, meaning he’s left to continue floating miserably upwards, accepting his fate of continuing ever upwards, never to escape from the clutches of the sky.

He won't freeze, either, when he gets beyond the sphere of warmth that keeps everything else alive. The lack of air might bring a more significant challenge, but he might just be able to freeze himself entirely solid.

He slumps a little at the thought, though his slumping does very little to stop him from rising several feet higher. The air here is a little thinner, the tips of mountains just fading from his view as they grow smaller and smaller below him. His hands haven't begun to tingle with the tell-tale sign of the effect wearing off. His veins continue to buzz with the magic coursing through them, and, not for the first time, he curses his own curiosity. And then the stupid geyser that had seemed like a lot of fun at first- but now, this.

Something pops behind him, and he twists, hood falling in front of his face as he turns. He pushes it back, just in time to watch a man disappear in a puff of particles, orange and cyan swirling around his face. He blinks, sneezing as one lands on his nose. He jerks with the motion, spinning halfway round in the air.

The man reappears a moment later, particles bursting outwards from a previously empty bit of air. He grins up at him, seeming to hover in place for a moment as he hovers. Martyn continues to rise in the air, but he twists to look down at this new person.

Whatever was keeping the man afloat seems to disappear, as he plummets. Martyn shouts something- no words actually make it through his brain, coming out in a scramble of noise as the man drops like a stone. He pops back into existence beside Martyn’s head, hair floating around his face, stirred by an invisible breeze.

“What are you doing?” Martyn asks, the fifth time the man has teleported to be beside him, no longer jolting in surprise at the sudden shower of sparks and appearance of the man beside him.

“Watching you,” the man answers simply, twisting about in the air casually, as though there’s nowhere else he’d rather be, like, maybe on the ground? “You seem to have gotten yourself in a predicament, huh?” The man has an accent, smoothing over his words as he watches Martyn with something close to fascination.

“Yeah, nothing like endlessly floating and waiting for everything to be over.”

The man laughs at that, teleporting twice more before he stops. The teleporting cuts his laugh up, makes it more choppy, disorganising it and spreading it apart. It’s odd, to watch this man disappear and reappear, floating around Martyn as though he’s the one with levitation.

“Do you trust me?” The man asks, once he’s managed to stop laughing. Martyn didn't even think it was that funny.

“Why would I trust someone I don't even know the name of?”

The man’s face scrunches up, the bands on his arms pulsing for a moment. Martyn watches them move with fascination - he had thought they were tattoos before, circular designs decorating the man’s arms. But they move, as though with minds of their own.

“Why would I help someone I don't even know the name of?” The man counters. He reappears on Martyn’s other side, forcing him to turn and face the man-without-a-name. “Why do we do anything?”

“Right, thanks,” he pushes the man slightly away from himself, conscious of how close they had begun to drift. The man pops up on his other side, legs crossed beneath himself as he watches Martyn. “Don't exactly need a second crisis on top of the current one.”

“A crisis that could very easily be solved,” the man smiles, “if you trusted me.”

Martyn watches him for several long moments, which is made increasingly harder with how he seems to enjoy popping in and out of existence, twisting in a circle around Martyn, forcing him to follow along with his actions.

“Fine,” he grits out after several long moments, causing the man’s smile to get even wider, the points of his teeth becoming more obvious as he leans closer; the grin is almost cheshire-like in nature. “I trust you.”

“Fantastic!” The man disappears again, and Martyn’s stomach drops, considering that maybe this had just been something for the man to toy with, and that he actually wouldn't be able to help in any kind of way.

He scowls to himself, limbs going loose and relaxed as he slumps over in frustration. It does nothing, the endless force continuing to carry him upwards, towards the gaping maw of the void above. It’s slowly widening, opening in greeting as it prepares to swallow him whole. Maybe it’ll even kill him, if the cold won't.

Air brushes over the side of his face, stirring the short hairs there and causing him to shiver. The reaction is involuntary, as is the way his mouth opens slightly at the feeling, a silent breath escaping him.

“Hold on for just a moment,” that same voice breathes into his ear, a hand slipping under his arm to press against his chest; the heel of his palm digs in just below his heart. He can feel the thumping of it vibrate against the man’s hand. A warmth blooms out from there, heating his skin to where he’s almost convinced he’s burning alive.

And then he’s gone.

He’s left feeling weightless, still lifting higher into the sky. Where it had been easy to breathe before, suddenly, now, the air refuses to enter his lungs. It leaves him with a heaving chest, pressing a hand where the man had just touched him. It’s still warm, his heart still thumping hard enough to be felt, hard enough that he worries that his ribs might bruise.

He digs his fingers into the skin there, looks down. But the fabric isn’t charred, no blackening or curling edges of fabric to hint at why that warmth seems to have wormed its way under his skin- why it now seems to be intent on cooking him alive.

His coat is too warm for him, claustrophobic around him in a way it’s never been before. He curls his hand into it, feeling uncomfortable with this sudden heat when it’s the opposite of everything he’s meant to be. His fingers dig into his chest, curling into his skin, as though he could rip this sudden warmth from himself.

He curls a little tighter into himself, feeling the steady beat of his heart against his palm. It’s reassuring, something to measure and breathe beside, to confirm that he can still breathe, that the air isn't thin enough to send him into light-headedness.

Just as everything balances itself back out again, something tugs in his chest. It’s soft at first, a small, experimental tug, as though testing the waters. Whatever it is, the test is deemed successful, as the grip tightens and then yanks.

He stumbles, hunching over as a dizzying wave of nausea washes over him, hands braced against his knees. He sinks a little further down as the dizziness doesn't go away, and his vision turns black and watery- wavering slightly, like a shitty video.

The ground beneath him is solid- the ground below him.

He gasps out on the next breath, blinking in an attempt to clear his vision faster, glancing around at the field he’s currently sat in, and the house a few feet ahead of him.

And he’s alone.

There’s nothing around but a few chickens, all a safe distance away from him, clucking happily to themselves as they root around in the grass for seeds and worms. He stares at them for longer than he probably needs to, watching them move around; watching the way the wind ruffles their feathers; watches the way two of them step towards each other, heads jittery as they eye each other up, before moving onwards again; watches the way that a butterfly lands on a stem of grass, the way it bends beneath the weight, the way it flutters its wings once before drifting off again.

“Nice, isn't it?”

Martyn jumps at the sudden voice, stumbling up and to his feet, almost toppling over with the momentum and lack of weightlessness as he stands. The man grabs him by the arms, easing him back upwards, continuing to hold onto him, even once he’s managed to get his feet under himself again.

“What the hell,” Martyn says. He pulls his arms back out of the man’s grip, taking a small step back, putting distance between them, no matter how small that distance actually is. “Do you get a kick out of scaring people?”

“Yes, actually.” The man’s head tilts to the side, and he’s grinning again. He’s watching Martyn, eyes dragging over him as he takes in every bit of him. “Only a few people ever hear me coming, and even then they don't know where I am.”

“That’s mean.”

“I could have left you up there,” the man’s face flattens back out. The rings around his arms drop to his wrists, rattling around the bone there like bangles before they come to a halt, clanking against each other as the man takes a step to the side.

He reappears behind Martyn, looking him over there. “You even have a tail,” he comments, and Martyn turns, still a little unsteady on his feet but pulling himself away when the man goes to support him again. “What are you?”

“Don't you think it’s a little rude to ask that?” Martyn responds, crossing his arms. Something about this man sets him slightly off-kilter, not certain on how he’s supposed to act when faced with someone he doesn't even know the name of. “I don't even know your name.”

“Scott,” the man grabs his hand and shakes it, “pleasure to meet you…?”

“Martyn,” he responds, when the man - Scott - lets his voice trail off meaningfully. “It’s still rude to ask what someone is.”

“I've just never seen anyone like you before,” Scott says, still circling around him. Like a shark circling its prey. The comparison does nothing to ease Martyn’s nerves. His fingers feel too stiff to even think about holding a sword right now. “The hooves and antlers made me think deer of some kind, but the grey and blue threw me off a little. And then you were just so cold when I touched you. Like you had ice running through your veins. And it’s waaay too hot for you to be wearing that coat right now, but you're doing it anyway?”

“You some kind of expert?”

“No, but I have been around the block,” Scott tilts his head to the side, popping in and out of space as he reappears next to Martyn, stretching up to peer at his antlers, a hand hovering just above his shoulder, as though for balance. “Seen plenty of people wandering about, some lost some not, others simply exploring. Some friendly…some not.”

“I can't see how anyone could dislike you,” he says. “You're so forward with information and understanding of people’s personal space.”

“All you had to do was say,” Scott says, stepping back and looking at him with his unfairly pretty eyes. “And there was hardly any time to tell you anything up there, I was constantly playing catch-up and toying with how far I could fall before teleporting to you again.”

“You could tell me now.”

“Alright!” Scott chirps, “Pleasure to meet you, strange ice man, I am Scott, the lovely and local transporter, at your service. And I don't even charge for use of those services,” Scott grins at him, as though any of that was charming. And- alright, maybe some of it was a little charming, in a weird sort of way. Like when you found a feral cat in the area near your house and thought it was quite sweet in its violent, insane little way.

He even does a little bow, bending himself at the waist and looking up at him from beneath his hair.

“Alright, alright,” he huffs a laugh despite himself. “I'm a chillager.”

“A chillager?” Scott pops back into his personal bubble with a flash of sparks, peering closer at him. “Are you sure? You certainly don't look like one I've ever met before…”

Martyn thinks he’s been quite controlled up until this point. He really, really thinks he has, actually. And, at this point, Scott is deserving of whatever Martyn serves to him. He closes his hand into a fist, yankwing downwards, feeling the water vapour in the air around them rapidly condensing and freezing.

The snow dumps on top of them with little mercy, large chunks of ice rolling further out. Martyn stares at the small mound of snow he’s created, considering that he’s maybe done a little too much this time, pulled slightly too much water into his control.

He watches the snow. The snow that has entirely swamped Scott, almost drowning him beneath it. He can't see hair nor hide of the other man. So he rocks back on his heels and waits. And then waits a little longer.

And then a little longer.

A small thread of anxiety begins to curl in his stomach - what if teleporters are extremely vulnerable to cold? He’s never met a teleporter before, will it be his fault if he’s accidentally just murdered the guy? What if he’s the last of his kind- he’s never met a teleporter before, that’s gotta be for a reason, right? What if they're all dead, and he’s just managed to kill the last of the teleporter species.

He digs his hands into the snow, shovelling it out of the way quickly, digging deeper and berating himself for dumping so much snow on top of the man- his mother would kill him if she knew what he’s just done. Exercising control and restraint is very important. All of which do not include dumping snow on a guy, even if he was really annoying.

He brushes against something solid within the snow, something that moves when he touches it. He heaves some more snow out of the way, coming face to face with a grinning Scott. The man’s hair is damp and plastered against his face from the snow, but he’s still grinning. Doesn't look even a little bit hurt.

He’s leaned over Scott, looking over his face for any small winces of pain, before he can even think about it. Maybe he just has a grin constantly plastered on his face, or something, and so he can't show pain or cold.

“Aw,” Scott sits up, snow cascading from his very bare shoulders. He doesn't even look cold. “Were you worried about me?”

Martyn scowls at him, considering how much more snow he might be able to dump on him with the significantly depleted water vapour around them. Definitely still enough to bury him again.

His silence is apparently enough of a response as Scott’s grin grows further, sharp teeth glinting under the light. “You know I could just teleport myself out, right?” He asks, a laugh beginning to bubble under his voice.

Actually, screw whatever his mother says. He dumps more snow on the guy, patting a hand against it to solidify it a little more, pack it in a little tighter.

Scott continues to laugh, even if it is slightly more muffled now. Martyn scowls at the mound of snow, hoping that he freezes to death a little quicker.

Except he doesn't, really, even if Scott teleporting behind him makes him reconsider the whole swearing off on murder attempts. He could make an exception, just this once.

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gardens-light · 2 years

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The One Who Cared

Dream. Lord of the Endless is captured by a human whom dealt in the art of 'Black Magic'. With his possessions stolen away, and no mercy shown. Only one person held the only chance for his escape... You.

Content- Minor spoilers for 'Sandman- Ep 1.' Small mentions of blood, and family abuse. Course Language.

"Tonight... We'll achieve what has never been attempted. To summon and imprison... Death!"

You, your brother Alex and Dr Hathaway peeked behind the iron bars which allowed entrance to the cellar of the family estate. You and Alex held hands to comfort each other, as you witnessed your father- The Magus. And his followers prepare the ritual.

Surrounding a small binding circle of yellow chalk, which was written into the stone floor. The followers begun to chant and repeat, "into the darkness." As Magus took his place at the alter, with Dr Hathaway's opened book.

"I give you a coin, made from stone. I give you a knife, from under the hills. I give you the blood from out of my veins."

Your turned into your brother's shoulder, looking away from the scene as Magus took the dagger and sliced his forearm open. Alex patted your back, as he continued to watch your father's blood drip from his limb and into the binding circle.

"I give you a song, which I stole from the dirt. And I give you a feather, pulled from an angel's wing! For you to lift up into the Heavens!"

Turning back to the sight before you. You could hear everyone hold their breath as they watched. And waited for a brief moment. The white feather touched the the inside of the binding circle, and once it touched the stone. It begun to swirl and dance.

Alex and Dr Hathaway moved closer, leaving you at the iron gates of the cellar's entrance. The Magus followers raised their voices so their chant could be louder, your father continued with great anticipation written all over his face.

"I summon you with poison!"

Gasps and whispers could be heard from the onlookers, as a sudden and strange gust of wind blew out the light from the candles.

"I summon you with pain!"

The pages of the book upon the alter, begun to rapidly flip through the thick novel as the wind built up.

"I open the way! I open the gates!"

The binding circle lit up like fire, a burning light rushing through each curved line. And symbols of the incantation upon the otter ring.

"I summon you in the name of the old lords! Namtar! Allatu! Morax! Maborym! Calls you! Horvendile calls you! We summon you together! Come!."

A puff of smoke and lightening flashed across the whole cellar. The light of the candles slowly returned, revealing a strange figure which laid unconscious within the binding circle. Everyone gasped and whispered, wide eyes gazed at the being before them.

Upon your father's command, Alex carefully reached into the circle and took the individual's belongings. Starting with a mysterious leather pouch filled with nothing but sand. A beautiful, square-cut ruby hanging from their neck. And finally, removing a unique helm of iron, which looked like a plague doctor's mask.

The sight became even more confusing, as Magus stripped the being's large black cloak off them...

A pale man laid naked against the stone floor. Toned muscles and strong definitions lined his body. Messy, short hair of raven locks. This sight peaked your young child mind. If this being was supposed to be Death. A nightmarish demon... Why did it look more like a man?.

Pleased with himself, your father looked out onto his followers. "We'll let our 'guest' recover, before we tell him our demands." Picking up the stolen items. Everyone followed Magus out of the cellar. A mixture of shock and praise was spoken, but you only looked back in silence. A ache begun to grow in your heart...

Within days, the mysterious 'guest' was imprisoned within a glass sphere. Iron held it together, and strong wire suspended it from the floor. Tied to the ceiling of the cellar, and pillars of the manor that ran deep. Within days, your father found out it's name. Dream. Lord of the Endless.

Over the next ten years, Magus approached the Lord of Dreams on a daily basis. Pleading, begging then soon demanding, ramping and raving about what he wanted. Not just for his oldest son, Randol, to return from the dead. But also wealth, power and immortality. But he only grew more and more impatient, as the demon remain silent and still...

Alex showed sympathy towards the Lord. But not as much as you...

Burgess already disowned and denied your existence. Why bother to continue to please and win him? Like Alex tried to do. Your brother took his responsibilities of a servant role seriously, meeting every demand. While you... well, you merely just roamed the grounds. With Burgess refusing to acknowledge you as his child, and refusing to accept anything you offered. You chose to do what you pleased...

The morning after your father's grand annual ball, you laid peacefully within the grounds of the manor. Lazily watching the clouds and life past you, as the soft grass cradled your posture. The warmth of the sun provided the little prosperity you had in your life. Everything around you was almost silent and still, until a sound of a raven interrupted the still air. Propping up your head, seeing the black bird elegantly perch upon a small branch.

"Good morning, Jessamy." You spoke with a warm smile, "I've brought food this time." Sitting upright, you gestured towards a small saucer of birdseed and bread crumbs. "I know it's not much, or perhaps it's something you don't even eat. But... unfortunately, it's all I can give. To show I'm not like them. To prove I'm not a threat.-"

The raven squawked and left before you could finish your sentence. Looking down at the picnic blanket, your heart sunk into your chest. "Of course... we've imprisoned her master, and stolen his possessions. Why would she trust someone like us?" you tried to settle back onto the blanket, but a scent of smoke was carried in the wind. Standing to your feet, you looked around, until the sounds of the servants warnings came to your ears.

Running back to the manor, from the gravel driveway you saw smoke sweeping through the closed windows of your father's study. Flickering colours of red and orange danced behind the glass. You quickly grabbed the gardener, Paul by his arm as he almost ran past you. "Section off area! Get water- use every bucket and pot! Put it out and save what you can!-"

"Of course!"

Entering the front doors and into the main hall, as servants ran around you. Grabbing everything they could to salvage, and put out the fire.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire echoed from the cellar below, in the amidst of all the chaos. Running towards the wooden door beneath the stairs, skipping every second step of the stone which lead down below. But you came to an erupt halt. Breath getting stuck in your throat. Eyes widened in fear and disbelief, as your sight fell onto the scene before you.

Not far from you stood Alex, rifle in hand. The smell of gunpower filled the air, like a freshly blown out candle. He was frozen in place. Red blood and black feathers stained and smird across Dream's glass prison. The naked Lord's eyes shined with fright, as they slowly shifted from the blood splatter to Alex.

"What have you done?" Only your low whisper, broke your brother out of his statue phase. As the heavy footsteps of your father, scrambled down the stone stairs.

"Idiot!" Burgess snapped, snatching the weapon out of his son's hands. "You could of shattered the glass! Clean that mess up!"

Alex approached the glass sphere with a slow foot shuffle. His expression weakening, almost close to tears. As he bent down and picked up the remains of the bird, you caught a glimpse of Dream's shocked expression twist into anger. Narrow glares with watery eyes fell onto Alex, as he turned his back on the prisoner, and walked towards the iron gates.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, as Alex ignored one of the servant's gesture towards a bin. But your hurtful stare caught his attention. Guilt was written all over his face, "you're no different than him!"

"I-I was told-"

Slap!

The back of your hand struck across Alex's cheeks, leaving a red throbbing mark.

"You are, your own man! Act like one!"

Later That Night

Duck feathers flew around your bed, as you ripped and teared the pillows in sorrow and rage.

"She meant no harm! She meant no harm!"

Tears streamed down your cheeks, eyes red and swore from crying for hours. Ripping the last cushion, after destroying the last of your pillows. A heavy breath left your lungs, as you breathed deeply. Finally standing still, as the white feathers settled onto the bedsheets and you like fallen snow.

You stood there, silently sobbing. Hugging yourself as grief slowly swept through...

Tap. Tap.

"Go away, Alex!"

Tap. Tap.

Listening carefully, realizing the small sound came from your bedroom window. You could just hear it over the whistling wind outside. The tapping upon the glass continued, as you cautiously approached the window. Unlocking the latch as silently as you could, and opening the small section of the window outwards.

There upon the frame was a small raven. It's head cocking from side to side, as though it was studying your face. A weak smile spread across, as you held out an open palm. Small laughter of disbelief escaped you, as the raven perched upon your hand with an elegance only you knew.

"Jessamy?"

A low squawk chirped from the bird. You gently rested your forehead against her beak, tears of joy and relief falling from your cheeks. And onto her feathers. Gazing into her black eyes, that seemed to hold a small galaxy soothed your aching heart.

"I thought you were gone. I-I saw-"

Jessamy squawked and ruffled her feathers, as she shook her head away from you.

"Of course! You're right. Answers later! Right now. We need to reunite and free your master."

It was clear. No one. Not even your own brother could be trusted now. As you reached for the fire-poker from the fireplace, you decided to do what should of been done years ago. Free the Lord of Dreams.

With Jessamy perched upon your shoulder, you silently and swiftly walked down the large staircase. Being mindful of each step, holding onto the banister while stepping over the squeaky stairs. Looking over your shoulder, and behind each doorframe as you made your way, towards the cellar. Opening the wooden door as it creak felt like it could waken the whole household, your footsteps were light and gentle against the stone stairs.

Coming to iron gates of the cellar, one of the guards held up a candle-lit lantern, the soft glow revealing your face. Jessamy slowly moved towards the back of your neck, to remain hidden. While you hid the fire-poker behind your back.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?."

"Father sent me to see if today's lesson taught our prisoner anything."

The guard studied your face, attempting to spot your lie. As he raised an eyebrow. Giving you a hard, questioning stare.

"It's in the early hours of the morning. Our shift has barely concluded, let alone started. Besides, The Magus has never bothered, nor involved you in anything before... why the sudden change now?."

Your eyes narrowed onto him, "are you questioning The Magus, Johnathan? Of course, I understand your confusion. I am too also confused. Yet I simply followed his order, to avoid the end of his cane. But since you're much braver than me, perhaps you could cure your curiosity, and ask The Magus yourself?."

His face went white a sheet, before fumbling with the keys to open the lock. "O-Of course, Y/N! So sorry! A thousand apologies!."

The gate opened and Johnathan stepped aside, allowing you through. "Thank you, and remember it's not me you're questioning. It's my father's." God those last words tasted like poison.

Johnathan nodded rapidly, as though someone shook him. Silently gesturing for his partner to leave, as he gave you the keys. You watched them both, walk up the stone steps and listened for the wooden door above to close and lock. To be certain, you counted to five. Being satisfied that no one was coming down any time soon, you locked the iron gates to the cellar. Before turning onto your heel, and running towards the glass prison.

Approaching the small binding circle of chalk, Dream's narrowed stare and red watery eyes gazed at you. Peering over his knees, as he hugged his legs.

You tried to steady your breathing, heart slightly skipping a beat as your eyes locked onto his. It was like he was staring right into your very soul. But Jessamy's ruffle against the back of your neck, snapped you out of your daze.

"I have no words, nor a good enough apology for what happened. And unlike my brother, Alex. I have no excuses either."

No answer. But the small squawk of Jessamy made him tilt his head up. Another squawk came from her, as she came out from behind you and started pecking the glass. Dream's expression softened for a moment, and a weak smile came to you. As you saw a wave of relief rush over him. But it was only for a brief moment, for his narrowed glare returned to you.

"I don't know how she did it. Or if it was simply a coincidence that Alex shot the wrong bird. But I'm glad he did."

You pulled out the fire-poker from behind your back.

"I'm here to set you free."

Dream gazed at you, his narrowed glare sussing you out. It was only the squawks from Jessamy, that softened his expression into a hopeful one. It appeared as though the pair could communicate with one another.

"I have no demand. No bargain to make. Nor a plea. I want nothing from you. I don't care if you kill me, once you're out. Or burn this whole house to the ground."

Dream's soft gaze lingered on you a few moments longer, as you raised the fire-poker above your head. He shuffled away a few inches from you, bracing himself for the next moments to come. And in one swift movement, bringing the iron tool down from above and hitting the glass surface hard. The fire-poker bounced once meeting the glass, sending vibrations up the handle and into your hands.

Fighting through the tingles, your grip upon the fire-poker tightened. Raising it above your head again, and slamming it down hard against the glass surface once more. It took a good three times for a chip to form upon the glass.

Resting your head against the metal frame, feeling the small beads of sweat forming upon your forehead. Your heavy breath fogging up the glass. Jessamy continued to hover from one panel to another, pecking and scratching at the glass. Suddenly the heavy rattle of the wooden door, at top of the stone stairs of the cellar echoed. Muffled voices of panic followed.

Adrenaline begun to flow through you, as time was no longer of your side. A deep breath left you, while aiming the end of the fire-poker at the chipped glass panel. Taking a couple of slow practice swings, making sure the end of the fire-poker would hit exactly on the chip. Raising it above your head, holding the pose for a brief moment, tightening your grip upon the handle. And with all your strength, bringing down the iron tool with such force, slamming it against the chip. Although small cracks begun to form and spread out, it would still need a few more hits for the glass to shatter.

"If there's something- anything, you can do. Now's the time to do it."

Even in this dire moment, the Lord of Dreams still remained silent.

A small frown came to your lips. Brushing away the droplets of sweat upon your forehead, taking a deep breath again. As you prepared to hit the glass again.

Jessamy squawked, the door's rattling turned into small thuds. Hearing the ranging voice of your father, commanding whomever it was, to break the door down.

"I know! I know, Jessamy! But he needs to help!"

The small raven stopped pecking at the glass, gently flying down onto the stone ground in front of the prison. Allowing the fire-poker to rest upon your shoulder, as you watched Jessamy sweep her little feet against the otter ring of the binding circle. Small clouds of yellow chalk and dust, kicked up around her.

Turning your attention back to the prison, raising the fire-poker above your head. Adjusting your grip, and after a moment of mustering up the remaining strength you had. The iron tool came hammering down against the glass, smashing through sending fragments everywhere. Stumbling backwards, your feet smudging more of the binding circle.

The loud bang of the wooden door, finally being broken down thundered across the cellar. Falling against the stone floor, landing upon your back. The sights and sounds of that moment became a hazy blur. Closing your eyes as everything turned to white...

"You can open your eyes now."

You were greeted by a soft voice, with a little deep tone. Eyes widening as you took in the sight of Dream. Standing before you, fully dressed in black, holding out a gentle hand.

Taking in your surroundings, realizing you were no longer in the cellar. Or anywhere near your house for that matter. You sat against unusual grey sand, gentle waves of an ocean washed against the shore. The sky was clear and blue. Jessamy perched upon your shoulder.

"Am I dead?."

Your heart fluttered, as a sweet smile came to Dream's soft lips. "No. You're in my realm. The Realm of Dreaming."

A puzzled expression came to you, as you took his hand and allowed him to help you up. "So... I'm asleep?"

"No... I've taken you from the Waking World and brought you into my own."

The pair of you stood in silence for a moment. Dream's smile slightly faded as your hand returned to your side.

"Y/N... I am deeply humbled and forever your debt, for releasing me from that prison. Jessamy saw the kindness in you, therefore she knew she could trust you. That I could trust you. You have no idea how much that means to me. I've brought you here to keep you safe. But... if it's not what you want... I can return you to the Waking World."

A another moment of silence passed, as you processed everything. You looked back up at him.

"So... What happened? All I remember is just a bright white void."

"After the binding circle and glass prison was broken. I was able to use my powers for a brief moment. That's what caused you to fall onto the floor. Your father, brother and accompanied by others reached the bottom of the stairs, by the time I exited the circle. Your... father did attempt to shoot us. But I prevented any harm, by bringing us here."

A weak smile came to you, "of course he'd try and shoot me. I took everything away from him."

Dream placed a hand upon your shoulder. "There's no need to worry, or be afraid anymore. You're safe and with me. My kingdom is your home. Roam and do whatever you wish."

"A forever paradise with you? I suppose dreams do come true."

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behrjbehr · 1 year

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Au where Philza gets really possessive of eggs/baby birds. Techno and Wilbur dread hatching season when the hens are sitting on eggs and Phil is out there with them, not letting anyone else enter. He goes full bird brain and sleeps in his own nest with the chickens.

Phil had just returned from a trip and was acting weird. He’d shoved his son and beat friend aside and locked himself in his room. Every time Techno attempted to enter, to bring food or water, he saw Phil’s wings puff up as he growled at him to leave.

Wilbur was the one to notice it. Phil had shifted slightly as he growled revealing a very large, very red stone.

The teen dragged Techno into the room, pointing out the weird rock.

“Maybe is like with the hens,” Wil suggested. “Like-it’s a round rock-it reminds him of an egg”

“That’s definitely not a rock,” techno said, slowly approaching his friend. “It’s an egg.”

“Hey Phil… can you tell me where you found that?”

The avian hissed, hugging the red sphere tighter. “I won’t take it. I promise,” Phil calmed slightly. “Just-tell me where you got it.”

Phil shifted around the egg for several moments before speaking.

“A wandering trader sold it too me,” he admitted. “Said it was barren. But it’s not. I can feel it.”

“Did he say what egg it was?” Techno asked.

Phil shook his head.

“Phil, I think he gave you a dragon egg.”

#sbi au #Behr’s au’s #alternate universe #Philza #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #dragoninnit #hybrid fam!

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eveangeline666 · 30 days

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ART DUMP!!!! desc and explanation for all pics on the bottom!

-my surrealism art final for school, don’t judge me it’s so rushed 😔😫

-eyeball and glass ball: sphere assignment for art class 👁️👁️ the eye is BAD

-the bee and the bee 🐝 , new additions to my bug series! Should I write lore? Comment and vote! ⬇️⬇️

-silly little doodle of a silly little gal 🫶🏻

-a fire elf 🔥 from my ongoing book (“Plena Vita: The Planet Twisted By Time”) I’ve been writing for years! She needs a name! (Should I post about my book?) 📖

-idk a weird bubble robot girl 💀

-a new character I designed in first period today! She’s a bunny who loves bows 🎀🐰 and she’s a nurse who specializes in potions! (📖?) Help me name her! What color should her hair be? (Little doodles of her flustered and angry included! She puffs up her cheeks and her hair gets poofy when she’s upset!)

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beesmygod · 5 months

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that orb post reminds me, darren aronofsky made a sellout/vanity bullshit movie exclusively to be shown in the vegas sphere interior, and tickets ran 90 to 250 dollars plus apparently insane parking fees, and i remember watching him talk about it on a late night show my parents were watching, and being kinda disgusted at how he either didn't know or care how soulless that was. anyway when it was announced hes directing the elon musk puff piece biopic i was like "yeah that tracks"

two things:

i read an article about The Sphere that revealed that the resolution it requires is so out of fucking pocket that trying to make images big enough for it is like impossible and so time/energy consuming that no one else is going to bother.

every time aronofsky opens his mouth and starts talking i cant help but fucking lose it laughing. why does he sound like a fucking cab driver man

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haemocyaninz · 8 months

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HONDA!!!!

[Image ID: A digital drawing of a chibi version of haemocyaninz’s oc, Hiro, pointing outward as he smiles and holds a cyan microphone in his other hand. Hiro has light brown skin, light blue hair tied into 2 afro puffs, 2 spheres at the top of his head, a magenta scar on his stomach, and a medium, curvy build. He wears a pair of white and pink headphones, white bra top with pink accents and a 5 in the center, a white skirt with a pink edge, white gloves with pink palms, big gold bangles orbiting his wrists, a cyan strap around his thigh, and white boots with a pink stripe coming down the center and cyan soles. He stands on top of the surface of planet Earth and space is visible behind him as well as the rising sun. End ID.]

#described #reopen the cicatrix #ocs #oc: hiro #space channel 5

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the-colourful-witch · 6 months

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A new background illustration.

I wanted my blog background to be more athmospherical 🌌 So, I drew this wizarding world-inspired space. I feel like it could be a desk or a nightstand. Both of mine are always this messy, so it would fit anywhere. In this drawing, I focused on putting a story in all the objects. I have no idea what the gold sphere does, but it puffs smokey clouds and that looks fun. I definitely want to experiment more with this style of drawing, so stay tuned ✨

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icanreadthisbutnotbooks · 12 days

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So here's part 2 of awakeners having a child admire them. I was planning on making it on both Kayden and Jiyoung but kind of got carried away with Kayden. Again constructive criticism is appreciated.

Kaydens one is a bit different from the rest since I couldn't see many ways he could run into a child since he was basically always fighting/ training, and at present he's mostly in cat form. The time line is around 2 years before he meets Jiwoo.

Kayden

* you are an awakened orphan child with the power to make fantasy creatures appear but it takes a lot of energy to make them visible to others. You don't really get along with the other children since they think you're weird. The younger kids bully you and the older kids are indifferent. So you decide to run away.

The reader is a 4 year- old girl

You walk through the cold night street your cheeks puff up as you grumble about the orphanage.

"Those big meanies never believe me, stupid big kids it's not just my imagination I have fairy friends. I should get a dragon and ask him to roar um lightning yeah that will show them my imagination.

A loud boom then reaches your ears scaring you

"was that a monster?"

you shake in fear in your old worn out blue coat remembering the scary movies the big kids would tease you about

" no I won't run away, for I am, the Great.Brave.Monster slaying fairy princess!"

After stealing yourself by first pumping the air you summon a will-o'-the-wisp to lead your way. You arrive upon a strange pretty sphere in a construction site

You see the aftermath of a fight, electricity danced all around a man as he floated in mid air his figure completely dark only silhouetted by the sparks around him. This would have been a terrifying sight if it wasn't for the fact that you adored dragons and he reminded you of one. The man floats down towards his defeated enemy, and you hear him mumble something, you can't really hear him well due the distance between you and him. You stare at him in awe and stumble right through the strange sphere, and suddenly you're in a different place the building that once stood tall in front of you was completely destroyed. You then realise the man was walking towards you.

" what is a little kid doing here? Isn't supposed to be bed time for kids this small?"

He mumbles something about people being irresponsible with their kids as you countinue to stare at him in awe.

"oi kid you listening?, it's dangerous to walk around like this at night go home"

You snap out of your trance of silence and start babbling to him

"ARE YOU A DRAGON? Can you breathe lightning? Can you cause a storm? Can you make mini storm clouds? Can you sit on clouds? Can you fly really really fast? oh oh can you run really fast? can you show me your dragon form?"

You bounce on your little feet as you stare up at him in awe. He blinks in surprise at your entourage of questions then he lets out a tired sigh.

"I'm not a dragon kid I'm an awakner"

You stare up at him in confusion

"but mister you looked like a super cool dragon umm also what's an awakener?"

You shuffle a bit on your feet and give a small sneeze the hand me down boots and coat not doing much to keep you warm as you cover your face with gloved hands.

The man gives a soft sigh and leans over to speak to you

" first let's get out of here the organisations here would be alerted to my presence and if they see you with me you'll get hurt so we better go now"

You walk towards his arms and he lifts and takes you to an abandoned building far away

"kid you shouldn't trust adults you don't know. Seriously have you never been thought of stranger danger?"

"sorry mister dragon I won't trust strangers next time"

" again kid I'm not a dragon"

" but you're so strong I heard a big boom from 3 streets over it was super big like--like kaboom you're super duper strong and you had lightning going Sparky around you.".

You flex your little arms and wiggle your fingers for emphasis

The male chuckles and smirks

"you got that right I'm the great Kayden Break I'm a world ranking awakener that many fear"

"wow.. YOU'RE SUPER AWESOME... umm mister great Kayden Break what's an awakener?"

"an awakener is someone that has superhuman powers there are many different types of powers and they do different things"

"so your lightning is an awakener power?"

"Electricity, and yes it's my power"

"is my power and awakener power to mister?"

"you have a power?"

" uh huh watch this"

You stretch your hands in front of you to from a little fire sprite which looked more like a little flaming kitten since it was a big as your 4 year old hands

" ta dah now we can both be warm"

" I've seen and heard of summoning weapons this is my first time seeing an awakener summoning creatures"

He poked the fire sprite as a look of curiosity spread on his face

" so I'm an awakener and not a weirdo or freak like the big kids at the orphanage call me?"

"yes you're an awakener wait a moment orphanage? You're an orp-"

" I WASN'T THE STUPID ONE, IT WAS THE BIG KIDS THAT ARE STUPID, oh um sorry I used bad words please don't tell on me to the orphanage head"

"ppfft your secret is safe with me, but you better go to an organisation the fact that you're an unaffiliated awakener orphan can make you an easy target for criminals...unless your existence is known by an organisation"

" umm Mr great Kayden Break what is unfafaled? is it bad?"

"it's unaffiliated"

"unfillted?"

"no un- actually never mind you'll get there eventually. An unaffiliated awakener is someone that isn't part of any organisation, when you're part of an organisation you receive protection, power, and resources from them, the higher you are in the organisation the better force control you get. In return you have to what the higher ups in the command and you have to be constantly mindful of your deeds and the fights you get into since they could easily reflect badly on your organisation and even worse on the group that is sponsoring you. Even though every organisation has an head there are multiple groups in a single organisation that would jump at the chance to take over the position of head"

Your big eyes gazed at him curiously, you barely understood half of what he said, but clearly he was very wise, and smart.

"you barely understood what said and you're still confused"

" umm noo, I understood, I'm 4 not a baby I can understand some big words"

Your face puffed up in a pout

"how do I even explain this to a four year old? *Sigh* oh right I could explain like a video game. Okay being affiliated is like being in a guild, being in a guild gets you rare materials and can help you grow stronger quicker, the higher position you have in a guild the more powerfull you can be, but when you're in a guild any loss you have looks bad for the guild"

" ooh okay I saw the big kids playing a game like that but then I don't want to be affiliated one of the big kids lost and the other people in the group started bullying him, his team captain was the meanest, he ended up quitting the game, he joined again this year but said this time he was going to start new a be a solo player even though it's more hard"

"there you go you got it now being unaffiliated is similar to being a solo player"

" umm mister great-"

"just go with mister Kayden, the whole title is too long to say every time, I already know how great I am"

"okay mister Kayden, umm mister Kayden are you in a group? If you are can I join you?"

"I'm not affiliated I'm an unaffiliated awakener and you can't follow me it's too dangerous"

"but mister Kayden you said criminals can get me if I stay at the orphanage, and you're way more cool than any group. Please please please take me with you I don't want anything else, and,and um I can summon a creature to make me invisible so I won't be any trouble.. please take me with you"

You grab on to him tears welling in your eyes you didn't want to be a weirdo again you wanted to be like mister Kayden.

~to be continued~

I got carried away with Kayden I think creating a part two would probably be best for this so I'll be making two one where he decides to take the reader and one where he doesn't.

#eleceed #Kayden #i have no idea what other tags to add #awakened child reader

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hmperil · 7 months

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! bokuto drags his (s/o) into the freezing cold to make a snowman.

(a/n) yes I also write these :)

"cmonnn! get changed let’s go outside!"

she blinked at him in disbelief. "outside? It's freezing cold!"

He grinned, undeterred by her protest. "exactly, we can build a snowman!"

with an exasperated but amused sigh, she gave in to his enthusiasm and bundled up in your warmest winter clothes. bokuto bouncing up and down eagerly grabbed his (s/o)'s hand and practically dragged her out the door, the chilly air hitting them both like a wave.

laughter escapes her lips as bokuto's breath formes visible puffs of white in the frigid air. he leads her to a patch of untouched snow, already gathering the fluffy white flakes into a mound. "alright, lets get started" he exclaimed, his fingers working quickly to shape the snow into a large sphere.

bokuto's (s/o) joins in, her hands feeling the cold moisture seeping through her gloves as she helps shape the snowball. despite the freezing temperatures, a small smile blossoms on her face.

as the base of the snowman grew larger, bokuto's eyes sparkled. "it's really starting to shape!"

with a wink, he nudges her and takes a step back, raising his arms in an exaggerated pose. "Now for the important part.. – the snowman's head!" he announces dramatically.

laughing and rolling her eyes she helps bokuto build the head while he looks for sticks and rocks to decorate.

time seemed to blur as they both work on their snowy creation. forgetting the cold completely.

finally, after what felt like hours, the snowman stood tall and proud, complete with a carrot nose and a makeshift scarf made from a scrap of cloth bokuto had found in his pocket.

bokuto beamed at the snowman, his eyes shining with pure delight. "see? I told you this would be awesome!"

"hmmm... sure." she says but she can't help a smile form on her face as she watches bokuto beaming with joy.

as the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the snowy landscape, his (s/o) leans into his side, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against hers. "thanks for dragging me out here. I wouldn't have wanted to make a snowman with anyone else."

bokuto's grin widens, and he presses a quick kiss to her forehead.

#fanfic #fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#xreader #scenarios #cute #soft bokuto #bokuto #bokuto koutaro x reader #snowman #cold reader #winter #fluffy

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raelyn-dreams · 8 months

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Enstars Character's Favorite Foods

Eichi Tenshouin: Sauteed Veal

Wataru Hibiki: Jello

Tori Himemiya: Corn

Yuzuru Fushimi: White Fish

Hokuto Hidaka: Konpeito (Japanese sugar candy spheres)

Subaru Akehoshi: Fried Egg

Makoto Yuuki: Snacks (Pocky)

Mao Isara: Ramen

Chiaki Morisawa: French Fries

Kanata Shinkai: Soy Sauce

Tetora Nagumo: Kalbi (Korean barbecued beef ribs)

Midori Takamine: Pizza, Basil

Shinobu Sengoku: Umeboshi (Japanese pickled ume)

Hiiro Amagi: Lemon, Omurice (fried rice & egg with ketchup)

Aira Shiratori: Quiche, Chocolate

Mayoi Ayase: Grapes

Tatsumi Kazehaya: Black Tea (any kind)

Nagisa Ran: Chocolate

Hiyori Tomoe: Pie, Quiche (especially with salmon)

Ibara Saegusa: Nutritional Supplements

Jun Sazanami: Strawberries

Shu Itsuki: Croissants

Mika Kagehira: Candy

Hinata Aoi: Sweet Cream Puffs

Yuta Aoi: Tabasco Sauce

Rinne Amagi: Pizza

HiMERU: Cola, Breath Mints

Kohaku Oukawa: Japanese Sweets

Niki Shiina: Japanese Food

Rei Sakuma: Dry-Cured Ham (JP), Tomato Juice (CN)

Kaoru Hakaze: Pancakes with lots of cream (JP), Cream and Strawberry Crepes (CN)

Koga Oogami: Grilled Chicken (JP), Grilled Meat on a skewer (CN)

Adonis Otogari: Anpan (sweet roll with red bean paste)

Tomoya Mashiro: Omurice (fried rice & egg with ketchup)

Nazuna Nito: Ice Cream

Mitsuru Tenma: Hamburger Steak (JP), Hamburgers (CN)

Hajime Shino: Miso Soup (miso = fermented soybean paste)

Keito Hasumi: Spicy Foods (JP), Red Peppers (CN)

Kuro Kiryu: Steak

Souma Kanzaki: Sushi

Tsukasa Suou: Snacks

Leo Tsukinaga: Coffee

Izumi Sena: Shrimp

Ritsu Sakuma: Carbonated Drinks

Arashi Narukami: Chicken Karaage (bite-sized fried chicken)

Natsume Sakasaki: Foods with two different flavors

Tsumugi Aoba: Warm, Sweet Foods (like fresh pancakes and anman, steamed buns with red bean paste)

Sora Harukawa: Snacks, Apples

Madara Mikejima: Soba (Japanese noodles), Onigiri (rice balls with a variety of fillings)

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars music #enstars #enstars fine #trickstar #ryuseitai #alkaloid #enstars eden #enstars valkyrie #2wink #crazy:b #enstars undead #ra*bits #enstars akatsuki #enstars knights #enstars switch #enstars mam #favorite foods #enstars trivia

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foxes-that-run · 7 months

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Ready for it?

Ready for it? is about a magnetic damaged relationship Taylor won't let go of, wondering if her lover dreams of her, it references a relationship plagued by the media.

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The title, "Ready for it?" is referenced in one of the TS Parody Tabloids, referring to this awful real piece of journalism about Haylor. This title is referenced by Harry in To be so lonely:

Ready for it's opening verse:

Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom Holdin' him for ransom Some, some boys are tryin' too hard He don't try at all, though Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so I see nothing better, I keep him forever Like a vendetta-ta

The opening verse refers Harry, her youngest BF. HS also loves cars, Ghost and Phantom are RR models, these lyrics responds to

Two Ghosts: (We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me / Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat)

and Stockholm Syndrome: (Who's that shadow holding me hostage? / I've been here for days / Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?)

Further in the song there are more Haylor references:

And we'll move to an island, and And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor Every lover known in comparison is a failure I forget their names now, I'm so very tame now Never be the same now, now I-I-I see how this is gon' go (go) Touch me and you'll never be alone

The move to an Island to may refer to her Rhode Island home, she purchased in May 2013.

Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton had a long, magnetic, tumultuous relationship over years with infidelities between two A-listers. Taylor made the same likeness in the Wildest Dreams video.

In Question...? Taylor describes a similar comparison to other loves: (Does it feel like everything's just like second-best after that Meteor strike?)

The impact Taylors fame has on a relationship (touch me and you''ll never be alone) is explored extensively in 1989, most directly in I Know Places and in later work, Anti-Hero. Harry Styles Kiwi and Sign of the Times also refer to this.

In the chorus:

In the middle of the night, in my dreams (my dreams) You should see the things we do (we do), baby (baby, mmm, eh)

Is similar to Wildest Dreams (Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha (ha-ah, ha) / Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha / You'll see me in hindsight / Tangled up with you all night)

Little Freak also references this line with references to blue light (adult film) dreams and wet dreams dangling. Little Freak also references "starry eyes, crystal ball" from the Ready for it video.

So although Joe's birth year appears in the start of the Video, this song is about a relationship that is older than 9 months. It describes a tumultuous magnetic relationship that is plagued by fame... I can think of an example.

Speaking of the video:

the costumes are reminiscent of Taylor's 2014 VS show, which HS and she were friendly then left the afterparty 5 mins apart from.

Keep Driving refers to "Kiss her and don't tells, Wine glass, puff pass, tea with cyborgs, Riot America, ..." is the tea with cyborgs referring to TS in this video?

The unreleased Two Ghosts video also has blue electricity spheres that look like the ones at 1:56:

The lyric video for the all you had to do was Stay is reminiscent of the Ready for it video freeze frame:

#haylor #reputation #ready for it #Youtube

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shiroi---kumo · 5 months

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Makenshi asks "How are you feeling today, Princey Puff?"

"Yksinkertaisesti upea. Mitä kuuluu?" He sounds in full Misterican knowing damn well that his mirror twin has forgotten the words of their tongue. He's grinning behind his mask as he hangs upside down in mid air in front of him. He's not even flinching at the nickname but instead his eyes are shining just as much as his hidden smile is.

"I have good news." He sounds pushing his hand forward to show the ring on his hand that is wrapping around a rather important finger to the humans. A thin band of silver wire with two green crystals in the form of small spheres sets on his hand.

"Rakkani proposed. Apparently giving rings is a custom for such a thing to the humans. He asked me to teach him the ceremonial dance and everything. So today I am simply quite pleased. I don't think even Black Wind could ruin my mood."

He's absolutely glowing.

#// Yksinkertaisesti upea. Mitä kuuluu? = Simply Wonderful. How are you?#sketchmog #sketchmog - makenshi #// rakkani = my love #// he's talking about kain -> forgotten-teammates #// he's decided today is a day to be upside down #of weapons and gods || crossing timelines au

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femchef · 3 months

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Risu took me out to a really, really lovely restaurant for my birthday last night - so if anyone wants to know what tasting menus are like buckle up and sorry about the blur on some of the pictures.

The place we went to is in Charleston, it’s called Zero Bar and Restaurant located at the premises of the Zero George hotel (name is from the street location, which is at 0 George St., how do you end up with the zero?).

We were early, and sat at the bar for a drink while we waited for the restaurant to open up seating. This is a tasting menu restaurant - that means you don’t really choose what to eat, and you are sitting down to experience a lot of courses. There are a few choices, but everything is determined by the chef and staff. It’s also the type of restaurant where if you tell them you are celebrating something (in this case a birthday), everyone on staff knows and knows who and makes a point of quietly acknowledging the occasion, from the point you walk in the door to the point you leave.

Risu had a vodka-based cocktail with calamansi and mint, I had a bourbon cocktail with leather and walnut syrup, and cherry.

We were seated on time at 6 and the server walked us through the menu and our options (we chose to add on the caviar service, I chose black truffle with my pasta and Risu chose to forgo the truffle, Risu chose the wagyu instead of duck for the entree), and the beverage manager checked in with us about our options for pairings (we decided not to do the full wine pairings since we weren’t spending the night, but he offered to do two half-cocktails to pair mid-meal for me with some of the dishes).

The first round of courses came out about 15 minutes after seating - I like the format they use here! Instead of a long train of singular dishes, you start off with rounds of small bites eaten in order before the main points of the menu:

The first set was 5 dishes. The first, which is not pictured, was an interactive dish. You place fresh shiso leaf on the palm of your hand and the server then gently scoops a round sphere of white, nitrogen frozen meringue perfumed with a fruity, savory interior on the leaf. As you eat it, the ‘smoke’ from the frozen meringue puffs out of your nose.

The dishes in the picture above were eaten counter clockwise starting from top-right: delicate, fresh oysters sauced and garnished with vanilla bean seed, chestnut mousse on a kelp cracker (it was a little concerning how they had to keep telling people not to eat the rocks, but I get it), a half-smoked ‘cigar’ that’s a crisp filo shell filled with beef tartare and cigar ash made from mushroom powder, and a ‘potted plant’ of young radishes rolled in butter and potted in a soil made of mixed grains and seasonings.

(Again, sorry for the blur, it was starting to get dark) The second round was 4 small dishes. In the first photo of three, these were eaten counter-clockwise starting from the top-right corner: small, dressed quail century egg served in a teaspoon, a sweet, donut fritter, and shrimp toast (I think that one was both our favorite). The fourth was a buñuelos with squid ink and passion fruit.

At this point the house manager checked in and also swept the table with a brush to clear off some of the debris from the various presentations, and to set our first round of silverware.

Not long after the plates cleared, the caviar. Service was brought out - the server portioned the caviar on our hands, at the join between thumb and index finger - this allows caviar to warm with the natural heat on your hand so that you can enjoy the briny sea flavor and creaminess - and prepared two shots of a nice Japanese vodka that was icing on the service tray - yeah I didn’t take a picture of the caviar part, since it was interactive, but the glasses were very pretty! The caviar was salty, oceany and creamy and the vodka was some of the smoothest I’ve ever tried.

The first singular dish out was a tuna tartare with crispy fried sunchokes. This was lovely and creamy, nice balance of textures and a pleasant balance between salty, sweet and fattiness.

After the setting were reset with fresh silverware, the second dish was a pasta dish - tortellini with tender, caramelized garlic bread and a sweet, citrusy cream sauce. This was the part of the meal that came with the truffle service, so you can see the plates with and without in the pictures.

(They offer both white and black truffles - personally I prefer black because they are nutty and warm in flavor, where white truffles are a bit too pungent for me)

I’ve reached the picture limit so consider this Part 1

#food stuff #fine dining #dining #food

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