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thestarsarebrightertonight · 1 day

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it could happen to you // lorenzo berkshire x fem reader

playlist : it could happen to you - laufey

summary : youve had a crush on lorenzo berkshire for years , always pining until one day he asks you to the yule ball.

ravenclaw reader , y/n used

"cho its getting dangerously close to the ball and i still dont have a date!" you whined.

"its two weeks until the ball , you have more than enough time! i know atleast 5 guys that would drop dead to go with you," cho replied with sympathy.

"oh yeah like who? funny they havent asked me yet if theyre so desperate!" you complained with sadness.

"lorenzo berkshire," cho said blanky , staring at something behind you.

you scoffed loudly , "in my dreams maybe!".

"no...no , lorenzo berkshire is coming towards us with flowers."

you jumped up at this , staring at her with pure shock not wanting to turn around ,"cho! cho please dont joke around about that!"

"im- im not!" she exclaimed finally turning back to you , "he is literally coming over to us-"

"y/n," you heard a deep but soft voice say right behind you making you freeze all movement.

you turned around slowly , seeing lorenzo stood there with some red tulips in his clenched fist , his other hand playing with his robe nervously , "l-...hi lorenzo"

"its enzo!" he said quickly before physically cringing at his own words , "i mean call me anything you want!".

"ah o-okay sorry," you said with a bright red blush.

he stared at you silently for a second before realising the tulips in his hands were not yet in yours , "oh these are for...you!"

your whole face lit up as you grabbed the tulips from him, hands brushing delicatley , making his fist clench by his side.

"thank you so much enzo, theyre beautiful!" you admired the flowers you held , forgetting your past nerves of the boy you like being in front of you.

he smiled at this , blushing obviously , "i was wondering if um.."

you nodded your head, waiting for him to continue.

"if you-" he began again only to be cut off.

"pretty flowers y/n , oh hey berkshire!" fred weasley , your other best friend , said happily from where he now sat next to you on the bench.

"hi..." lorenzos hopes quickly deflated as fred wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"fred i was talking to enzo," you said softly , trying not to be rude.

"yeah sorry about that , also enzo? never heard you let anyone call you that before berkshire! anyways , i was just wondering, do you have a date to the ball yet? i dont and-"

"she does!" lorenzo quickly cut him off as you looked at him in suprise.

fred mirrored your expression , before laughing and smirking at lorenzo, "and who might that be?"

"me." lorenzo scoffed , his anger rising more and more by the second.

meanwhile you exchanged a shocked look with cho and gaped up at enzo , who was only staring down at fred.

"good for you man , nevermind then!" fred said with a smile before he got up, waving to you as he walked away, "see ya y/n!".

once fred left both you and lorenzo shifted into an uncomfortable silence before he brushed his hand through his hair in frustration , "merlin im so sorry i shouldnt have done that i just didnt want him to ask you-"

"lorenzo , i dont care." you said as he visibly calmed , "as long as we are actually going together i dont care at all."

he grinned back at you , "yeah thats what i intended to ask you before...he came over."

you laughed at his frustration towards fred , "i wouldve rather not gone at all than have to go with anyone that isnt you."

he bit back his smile and looked down at his hands before shifting back into eye contact , "do you want to go to hogsmeade with me this weekend?"

"id love to," you grinned at him before standing up and giving him a kiss on the cheek , "just know you cant get rid of me now!"

he mirrored your wide smile with a blush on his cheeks and an arm around your waist , "why would i ever want to get rid of you?"

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orionsangel86 · 2 days

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One thing DBD has got me thinking about is how the afterlife works in this universe now. Because before I figured Death came took your hand and dropped you off where you were meant to go - which was whichever afterlife you believed in or Hell if you were a bad person.

But now with the expansion of the universe we know Death isnt infallible. We know from the original comics that she only lets the boys go because she is dealing with A LOT of crap thanks to Lucifer kicking all the dead folk out of Hell so they are all back on Earth. Edwin and Charles manage to slip past her because she doesnt have time to chase them, but it never seems like she isn't aware of them.

But now, there are plenty of ghosts that don't go with Death. Can they just refuse to take her hand so she just shrugs and says okay go be a ghost bye! Because imagine if that had happed in The Sound of Her Wings. Dream standing there like 🧍‍♂️while his sister is arguing with a dead person who refuses to go with her. Humorous sure but not quite fitting the tone!

Then there is the suicide lore, which griped me actually. Suicide victims dont get to move on? They just wonder the Earth for all eternity? What?? But we see the suicide forest in Hell in Sandman, so suicide victims go to Hell in this universe (which aligns with Hellblazer/Constantine view I believe?) Does Death just not take suicide victims now? Does she get annoyed at people taking death into their own hands? Unlikely.

Then there is the whole Afterlife beaurocracy. How does that work? Is that something separate to Death's realm? Or IS IT Death's realm? Is this beaurocratic nightmare part of the Sunless Lands? Again, it doesn't seem quite right for Death as we know her.

Maybe the Afterlife department is something different. But Death dropped off the axe murdered family at that department for "processing" right? So clearly this department isn't the actual final resting place for the dead. Are the characters like Night Nurse and her superior Death's versions of Lucienne and Mervyn? Did she create them? Or is it totally separate from her?

I just have SO many questions about all this. Please let me know your thoughts or if I missed something.

#dead boy detectives #death of the endless #the sandman

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silverskye13 · 16 days

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I had a dream last night that me and Docm77 were trapped in a warzone and he tackled me to the ground to save me from gunfire and then together we took out like ten guys.

I'm sure this says something about my psyche and that something is that if I ever met Docm77 in real life I think we would commit war crimes.

#spazzcat barks #docm77 #i.... dont know where the dream came from #maybe ive been?? reading too much Iliad lately??? i dont know????#anyway thank you docm77 from saving me from being dream murdered by a bunch of guys with machine guns and rifles #we were definitely on the wrong side of the warfront we shouldnt have gotten seperated from the main body of reinforcements like that #he did jumpscare me though he was standing quiet and still as a statue #im guessing because he was hoping we wouldnt be spotted #and when we were he tackled me in a very Foxy from FNAF style jumpscare #also i blame his freaky redstone eye for us not successfully hiding that thing glows in the dark man youve gotta do something about that #anyway welcome back to: every time i sleep for more than 5 hours a night i have #violent dreams and nightmares that both god and man wish they could study under a microscope

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aphelion-i-c · 6 months

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had a dream the other night that there was a new feature on tumblr called "tumblr guards" where sometimes randomly while you were scrolling posts a red knight would come and stab you irl. the icon for them was an eye and it would take a while for them to "notice" you before they started chasing you (there was a small meter showing how much they saw u). i think u could throw them off by switching tabs real fast

#i dont even know where this came from but it felt so real to me i tried to look it up #dreams #hen's notes

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doubledyke · 3 months

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One thing that has forever confused me is why the kids always has cents on their pockets, but the Eds never have. Just, like, the Eds are all from poor families, or their parents are so avaricious who don't give even a nickel? It's pretty evident the Eds would have money for jawbreakers if they gets some allowance.

edd must get an allowance since he was able to buy those books from the library in a case of ed. it's probably pretty decent too, since i imagine his parents as the type to throw money at their problems lol. my hc is that he plays it down to his friends and saves his money or spends it on his own various interests. im sure he buys a round of jawbs every now and again, but it amuses me to think that he has the means to prevent the scammery he claims to detest by simply doling out a few quarters but chooses not to for whatever reason.

it's likely that ed and eddy get allowances, if their parents don't "forget"- eddy's also gotten a couple IOUs in the past- but they're pretty piddly and are immediately gone, spent on jawbreakers and possibly comics/magazines. i don't necessarily think their families are poor but that they may be living beyond their means?? or that things are occasionally tight. im kind of taking stabs in the dark here honestly but it's not that far-fetched imo. eddy's got all that cool, vintage stuff in his room (hand-me-downs), and ed lives in squalor with holes in his socks and underwear.

i don't think either of their mothers work (i hc eddy's mom peddling mary kay/avon but doesn't have many "clients"), so they've only got one income to support them. i forget who it was on here that had the idea of eddy's dad owning the used car dealership that ed's dad works at, but i like that idea. and crazy ed's auto is one audit away from collapse but that sure as hell ain't gonna put a damper on their good time.

ed's dad is utterly despondent bc big eddy won't give him a raise, despite his being there for 15 years (he should be grateful for the mug he got for his 10 year anniversary). but payments for the family jalopy are still being taken out of his paycheck, so he can't leave. ed's mom comes from a well-to-do family but she won't get a dime till her tightfisted folks die. the thought has crossed his mind.... but ed sr. is convinced that she's going to take sarah and leave him with the dumb one when they finally croak.

i got off track there but TL;DR: i think they do all get allowances but edd is a penny pincher who gets a wad every month but keeps it in an eddy-proof coffer. eddy's folks have next to nothing in liquidity and are living on credit and hot air. and ed is considered a discretionary expense during lean months.

#here have some stupid headcanons #idk where all this came from i think im having a fever dream cuz my roommate got covid AGAIN #i dont know how businesses work but im guessing crazy eddy isnt exactly on the up and up iykwim #text

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sunnydayaoe · 11 months

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sneak peak into my next work?? [I'm just exited to be drawing wings again :)]

#wings #wing art #guhh. wonderful wonderful lad who asked for how I do colors. in the ask box #I do not know #they all came to me in a dream </3 [. . . /hj]#I genuinly started this peice like [I don't Know how I pick colors! I shoudl draw something and write it down as I go]#and uhh. I didn't? think?? as I drew?#have No idea where I picked Any of these colors from #sorry </3 #sketch #wip #Would you guys prefer not to see wips? I dunno I usually dont post them. real proud of the start of these wings though :)#Jbird's art

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ganondoodle · 2 years

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i went to bed very late last night an had a very weird botw2 dream that i still remember and now im gonna make it your problem;

weirdly enough it was a supposedly "botw2 leak" and i remember i found the video and wanted to show it to my lil brother after realizing what i just saw, and it was in a VOD of some sort of gaming convention so i had to skip through streamers talking until i found it and this is how it went:

first there was a shot of naydra flying while being corrupted again, but this time they didnt seem to mind and just had some malice blobs stuck to them but the color was normal still

then there was a shot of link paragliding over a canyon of sorts, following naydra, he shot at them and then, somehow pulled out a spear while still in the air and threw it at them

but instead of being freed or sth naydra just went poof and disappeared

a cutscene played where the cam panned over to the lanayru mountain and its peak started to glow like when zelda contacts you in botw

next shot there was a weird sheikah tech contraption it looked like this (link was also there but not doing anything)

a cutscene with the thing in the middle starting to glow (link is there)

then it emitted a weird ball of lines that i read as electricity being restored (to where????) (also link is there)

and it expanded outward until it disappeared (link is gone)

next shot of two character kissing, i dont remember anything besides the bg being super lit up and them having different skin tones

then it changes to an interview with i guess like the maker of the game but it was just some guy in a suit in a gaming convention place but it seemed like he was in a rush like when ppl try to ask celebreties questions when they are on the red carped

and the only thing he said was ".. he just wants to fuk-" (somehow this was about ganondorf, idk how)

then it cut to various slides of promotional material that went super fast and i could only read and remember these

and, i kid you not, THIS ONE

then it just cut to a weird new reptile enemy that had bright yellow stripes and sat on one of the new iwaroks

thats the last thing i remember.

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skrunksthatwunk · 7 months

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just woke up from a dream wherein there was a toh episode where it was revealed that hunter noceda was like. like his special interest was glittery paper. like the history of it. he had a little scrapbook full of samples and everything it was really cute. anyway

#i dont know where this came from #i love him though. hunter autism real #toh #the owl house #hunter noceda #like i think this is something he was doing in the emperors coven based on other dream details so like

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whisperprime · 1 year

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For all that he is the King of Dreams and Nightmares, the presider of the entirety of the subconscious of all things capable of dreaming, very few people actually dream about Dream of the Endless.

Oh, people dream about the versions of him that have sprung up over the millennia. There is a teenage girl in America who recently heard the German fairytale of The Sandman, and now a figure trailing sand and a hunger for human eyes chases her through her nightmare. The sleeping mind of a young man in France who is taking Greek Mythology and is studying the classics has fashioned himself Endymion and is being woo'ed by a Hypnos that looks nothing like the original.

There are so very few beings left, however, who still dream about him as he truly is.

He is Endless. He does not need anyone to even know he exists to continue to do so. But he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit it was nice to be thought of every now and then.

Dream knows this is his own fault. When he was young he spent much more time in the Waking World interacting with people and gods then he does now.

Occasionally, he will wander these days. If he finds someone to be of interest, they will write beautiful stories together that will continue to inspire people long after the story teller is gone. But those times have become few and far between.

He always notices when he is guest staring in someone's dream (or occasional nightmare). There is only one him in the Dreaming, so he feels it like a tap on the shoulder, followed by an out stretched hand in invitation to come and join the Dreamer in whatever fantasy their sleeping mind has concocted. Once upon a time, he answered as many of those invitations as he turned down, back when his responsibilities felt more like a joy than a noose.

Now he turns down the invitations more often than he accepts. He is busy, he reasons. He has things to take care of that are more important.

Still he notices when someone is dreaming of him.

And no one dreams of Dream of the Endless more often than Hob Gadling.

The dreams tend to follow their meetings, then taper off in the following century to a trickle. They were especially persistent after the disastrous 1889 meeting. Dream, still furious at the gall of this mere human, had been especially harsh in his dismissals.

He told himself many things, when the nudges abruptly stopped. He told himself many things in the 73 years that followed. About how this was what he had wanted. About how he had not wanted to be thought of by this human.

Until.

Well.

Until 1989.

The things he told himself in the last 33 years had gradually changed the longer he had searched and found nothing, even with his considerable resources.

It has become a habit to keep an eye out for Hob's sleeping mind. A habit he should break now that the danger has past. He does not chose to look to deeply at the reason he feels soothed every time the immortal human goes and then returns, because if he looks at it he will have to force himself to stop.

All this to say, he is already absently paying attention when six months to the day Hob was freed, Dream feels the tap of an invitation.

His hand stills, sand pausing mid-creation, the rest of his body turning in the direction the call had come from. Reaching out with his senses, he follows it back to its origin only to find himself thrown a bit.

Hob is in his castle at the center of the Dreaming. A floor in the basement, to be exact.

A floor that hadn't existed prior to Hob's sleeping mind appearing and conjuring this dream-nightmare.

Distracted, he releases the the sand back to the beach of his workstation. It's a single step to bring him from there to the entrance of the dream-nightmare.

He finds himself looking at what appears to be a simple wooden door. Something that one might find in 19th century architecture. It sits innocuous, save for the fact it looks like nothing in his castle.

And for the shadows, spreading out like ink across the floor.

Dream bends down and then runs a finger through the near liquid material. The moment he touches it, he knows that this is no mere dream-nightmare that Hob has somehow managed to conjure. It should have been obvious, to a degree, given the location the area had taken root.

This is a memory. A memory that belongs to Dream.

Only it does not belong to Dream at the same time.

The anthropomorphic being stares down at what seems for all intents and purposes to be a memory of his counterpart from Hob's original timeline, surviving only because of how deeply tied to the immortal human's subconscious it's become. He can feel the edges of the memory where it's been torn off.

He cannot tell if it was torn off willingly or by Hob's journey through time.

It seems that the invitation was less Hob reaching out, so much as it was the memory attempting to reach out.

Dream narrows his eyes at the door as he contemplates his options.

Something had clearly happened to his counterpart. Something that had left a deep mark on his psyche. Something that Hob was just as clearly aware of, although Dream very much doubted the human was aware of what The Other Dream had done to share it with him.

Dream could simply contain it to this area and turn away. Never walk through that door. It would be easy. This would be something that belonged only to Hob and Hob alone now.

Dream's hand is moving before he consciously makes the decision to do so.

The instant his hand touches the door, that he opens himself up to the memory, the door dissolves into shadowy hands that near absorb his whole arm as they reach out and grab hold. He barely has time to even think about attempting to pull away before those shadowy hands yank him in, and

Into

The dream

He lands.

Sensations filter in as if he's underwater. There's a smooth, rounded surface beneath him. He can feel the cold surface in a way he shouldn't be able to feel it and he realizes he isnt wearing any clothes. His skin where his hands press against his forearms is just as cold as the surface beneath him. This body generates so little heat and as such has none to ease the chill.

He does not know where he is, but he knows he has been here a long time. When he attempts to reach for his connection to his power, he can feel nothing. A familiar rage rises up at the gall of the one's who would dare do this to him. Grief and despair lays below that, mixed with the knowledge that no one will come for him and the only one who had is now dead.

He knows if he looks he will see the dried remains of a blood splatter on the stone beneath the glass he sits on, but he cannot remember who died.

He knows this like he knows that part of the reason he is still here is because he will not speak, but after being deprived of all other autonomy, he finds himself clinging stubbornly and spitefully to the last thing that they cannot take from him.

He thinks he is in an inclosed space, for his chest burns with the want for fresh air, but there is none to draw in when he uselessly tries to anyway. The burn feels as familiar as the hunger in his belly, both dull in a way that lends to the knowledge that he has been here a while.

The last thing to trickle in is that his eyes are closed. He can hear someone moving around outside - muffled as it is by whatever he's sitting in - but his apathy clings too tight. He does not care what these people do anymore. They will eventually die and he will just as eventually be free again.

"Dream?"

The voice chisels at his apathy, but he gives it little thought. There is no way Hob could be here. No one came. He is sure of this.

Yet.

A tapping on the glass - thick from the sound of it. "Shit! Dream, snap out of it." Another tap, followed by more cursing. "Why is he being affected by this? This didn't happen."

Judging from the lowered volume, Dream figures that last part was not meant for him, although he cannot image what, supposedly, he is being affected by.

"Hold on, I'll get you out of there."

The sounds of someone moving away follow. Dream knows he should not indulge this fantasy. It will hurt more when it's over. But it's been so long since he's heard a friendly voice.

Those footsteps get louder as the hallucination returns. "Got just the thing to get you out. You might want to move away from this side."

Loathe as he is to end it, he must. Dream opens his eyes and sees round glass and dark steel, his dim reflection staring back at him.

And beyond it: Hob Gadling, real, and swiping his foot across the binding circle.

For the first time in ages, he can fill his connection with the Dreaming restored, can feel that this is all just a--

Hob raises a steel chair and swings it with more force than he would have been able to in the Waking World. The glass and the last hold the memory has on him

Shatters.

Dream gasps, as if surfacing from the Sea. It is only the implicit trust - the Other Dream's trust - that keeps him from reacting negatively in his disorientation when Hob reaches in and pulls him gently from the sphere. Allows him to take his weight as things settle into place. The edges of the memory and the connection that comes with it to Hob's subconscious has slid into place, although not altogether cleanly.

He could easily brush them both off, as easily as he could escape the circle of Hob's arms.

He finds he does not want to. It feels... safe.

It is precisely because of this that the Endless dissolves into shadows, slipping out of the immortal's grasp. When he reforms a distance away, fully clothed, he has regained control and is himself again.

Hob is standing where he was left. He is staring down at his empty arms as if mourning the loss of Dream's weight. His hands curl up into a fist as if in a vain attempt to hold onto something. After a moment, he drops his arms and turns to Dream. Looks concerned. "You okay?"

Dream ignores the question. Takes in the room, the shattered remains of the orb and the yellow circle on the stone floor, and the chair and table by a metal gate. This place is a prison.

This place was a prison built for him.

Dream turns back to the only other being in the room. Stalks up until he towers over him. "If you ever wish to leave here, you will not dodge my questions. What is this place?"

Hob looks up at him, resigned, but unafraid. When he speaks next, he honestly sounds sorry for all of this.

Dream does not want his apologies. He wants answers.

And it seems Hob is unwilling to dance around his question a second time, for he answers, "This was your prison, the first time around." He must feel fearless, because he takes his eyes off of Dream to look out into the basement.

Something dark and deeply unhappy crosses his expression. Dream knows what he's going to say with blinding clarity, even before he says it. Feels regret for his threat, even as he refuses to back down from it.

Where have you been since 1916, Hob Gadling?

"It's where I was imprisoned, the second time around."

Dream feels something cold slithering up his spine, pieces falling into place.

You need not come to my defense.

"Hob Gadling, what have you done?"

Part 11

#the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dreamling #my fics #title: carry you back into the light #my hand slipped and i wrote a bit from dream's pov #these two idiots need to get their shit together #hopefully that's in the next part #i dont know where the connection bit came from #it was not in the original plans #it just kind of happened #but I'm rolling with it

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