From Nanami To Itadori

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学園ベビーシッターズ 7-12

Currently watching Mushishi , love how the story flows . Every episode of it has something to say .

01 | Reverie of A Dream

summary || ❝You were made to dream— and the reality of this world was not for you.❞

pairing || Morpheus x Daydreamer! Reader

word count || 901

warnings || Dream being eager and curious??? Reader hates mundane life???

notes || I am currently on episode 7! So, I am still getting a grasp of Morpheus’s character and how he acts and speaks, so bear with me as I settle into his character. This could be a series if people want more than this part, so let me know! Enjoy reading!

How were you always appearing in the dreaming? 

Almost every other hour, the sand would wisp up into a flurry of particles, welcoming your arrival. The wind would pick up and there would be a shift in the air, making all creatures of the dreaming turn towards the magnificent doors that would open to welcome one and all as they explored their dream or their nightmare. But, after about twenty minutes or so— your presence would be lost. 

This confused the Dream Lord, never in his eons of living has he encountered a human with the power to enter the dreaming at will. It was known that humanity would tuck into their beds at night, shut their eyes, and the sand would create a blanket over their consciousness, and they would dream. That is how he had known it all— until now. 

“It would seem that either a human has gained untimely powers or a new endless has been created…”

Lucienne’s voice carried through the throne room, as she peered at Morpheus with eyes of concern, concern for the dreaming. Morpheus— however was curious of how a human could possibly dream during the day in such small increments. He sat clad upon the long and winding staircase that led up to his mighty throne, robes draped down some steps like a glass of spilt milk, the stained-glass reflecting various shapes onto the ground and onto both him and Lucienne. The columns on either side of the rather large room loomed above the endless— giving the two a minuscule perspective in comparison. 

“Shall we go greet our so random guest-…?”

“No, I will go to their physical form and greet them there-”

A situation like this would cause panic normally, however Dream had questions that needed answers— and he would get them from you whether you like it or not.

“Would you please look at number seven in your at-home textbooks, please.”

Eyes cast to the side, looking at the wall, all outside noise being cast out like warmth within winter, Morpheus watched you from behind, noting your neutral expression in almost concentration. Nothing could break you from your dream-like trance, until he spoke.

“Dear love, for nothing less than thee— Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme—”

You turned and gasped at the stranger within your home, quickly shutting the laptop as your professor was still droning on. Morpheus couldn’t lie to himself when he thought your expression was amusing.

“For reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou wak’d'st me wisely…”

“Who are you?!” You were panicked, rightfully so.

“The poems called— The Dream by John Donne…ever partake in one of his works?”

“I SAID, who are you?!”

“Dream of the Endless, and I have several questions for you, Dream Walker.”

   “It’s called daydreaming— I do NOT walk-through dreams.” You were gripping onto a mug of tea like it was an anchor keeping you still, calm. Human behavior was so very interesting, and watching you nervously explain yourself was entertaining.

“It’s erm— when you let your mind drift to another place, other than the current moment.”

“So, you have powers?”

“No! I just— You haven’t explained why you are here in the first place?! Why is my daydreaming important to you? And why are you named Dream? That’s so…odd.”

“I rule over the Dreaming, the place you go when you fall asleep at night, or in your case— every other hour.”

“How—What—” 

“And I revealed myself to you because I have never encountered someone who could enter my kingdom and leave so seamlessly without a thought.”

Your face said a million words that even you could not let out coherently, obviously the thought of meeting the anthropomorphic version of one of your favorite things to do was— how you say— alarming and daunting. But this so called “Day-Dreaming” that you did, piqued his interest greatly. His gaze caught yours looking him up and down, similar to how his many past lovers had done before he had greeted them with the dark and alluring charm he possesses, and he couldn’t help but ask a blunt question.

“Come to the Dreaming with me?”

Your eyes widened in shock— very interesting.

“I can teach you things and show you how to harness whatever ability you hold. Why stay here, in mundane living, when you can gather so much knowledge.”

He knew it wasn’t a good thing to do, bringing a human to his kingdom to be an apprentice— his family would have his head on a silver-platter, served with a cup of sand and a chuckle. But you were significant, you were—different. You were made to dream— and the reality of this world was not for you.

“Come. with. Me.” His hand was now held out, an invitation, a promise, a bond which would not be broken if you laid your hand upon his. If you took his hand, a world of possibilities would be open to you. If you held his hand, your fate would be sealed and intertwined with his, and you had no qualms about it at all— as you let the sand circle around you, the grainy and rough air whisking you from ordinary life, into one that would be complicated. But you were made to dream, and you would find more reality within a world of dreams than any other world here nor there. 

What I want from @netflix

I just want to see Tom Sturridge laugh while dressed as Dream pls

35mm: k. akaashi

after partnering up with a familiar film student for his senior thesis, akaashi starts to feel something he thinks might be better off suppressed….

main masterlist

status: complete

pairing: akaashi x f!reader

tags/warnings: brothers best friend trope, university au, smau, very slight angst, guilt/shame, alcohol, grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

minors dni & other rules

bonus content: akaashi’s playlist | akaashi style guide | yn style guide

introductions: kenma + sugar babies | welcome 2 the omegaverse

chapter one: friendship rankings

chapter two: keg stand

chapter three: dostokovestky

chapter four: boys brunch

chapter five: auditions

chapter six: "little giggle"

chapter seven: code for [redacted]

chapter eight: weird and also hurtful [✐]

chapter nine: “making my film major roommate watch bad movies”

chapter ten: spreading false information

chapter eleven: haed

chapter twelve: drive home [✐]

chapter thirteen: too many wednesdays

chapter fourteen: changing the locks [✐]

chapter fifteen: sleeper cell

chapter sixteen: he admit it

chapter seventeen: the astro

chapter eighteen: as she sees it [✐]

chapter nineteen: slowly and rationally

chapter twenty: pizza time! [✐]

chapter twenty-one: just us

moodboard/description for 35mm by @causenessus

"FREDERICK BHAER AND JO ALL THE WAY I KNOW LAURIE IS IN HERE BUT ONLY BC THE SCENE IS LITERALLY JO LOOKING SO HAPPY OVER WATCHING A PERFORMANCE AND LAURIE IS GIVING HER THE LOOK OF LOVE. WHICH IS ANOTHER AESTHETIC KIND OF POINT THAT NEEDS TO BE MADE. the kind of both people are independent but lean on each other dynamic. like they could be by themselves (at least akaashi could) but wants to be with the other and the other person only. the kind of"i can do it" "i know you can but let me" dynamic. going to the gas station together at 3 am because one of them wants ice cream kind of aesthetic (totally not based off of when they were eating takeout together at his place). late nights and domesticity. yn and akaashi are the epitome of the quiet life people dream of, living in an apartment with their significant other. just them. that's their world. definitely dark academia like someone else said. definitely library dates. the couple that's helping the other study for their assignments or go to cafes together to work on homework (and one of them might end up pushing their homework aside just to look at the other person) i'm feeling fade into you and like real people do"

They are my everything right now:-:

Thank you. I always make people coffee so it feels weird to be drinking a cup that someone made for me…

Gojo + Bite-sized kiddos 🐯🐺🐱

recreating cheesy manga situations with your manga editor boyfriend, akaashi, after reading a newly released one you had consumed. cuddling cozily in your shared living space, your boyfriends head laid onto the pillows of your plush thighs, the frames of his glasses lazily sliding off, and a novel being placed between his large hands. but with a light grin, you referred to the manga between your own palms that displayed a scene of the protagonist and love interest in this exact same position. so you proceeded to follow every action in the scene, just as sequenced.

dropping a hand down from the grip of your manga to gently caress akaashis head, twirling his soft locks between your fingers. a light hum from him flowed into your ears. but when his attention still wasnt diverted, you allowed that same hand to move down to his chin, tilting his face up gently to prompt his attention to yours. your boyfriend looking up at you, confused. until you would carefully remove the loose bulky frames that rested onto his face, finally bringing yourself down to give him a quick yet gentle kiss.

with a look of surprise expressed onto his features, you showed him the exact same panels you had recreated. a light smile was present on his lips after, as he placed his own novel down, taking the manga you were reading into his hands and flipping through the pages. he stopped at a completely different scene far into the story, the two love interest finding themselves tangled up together, delicately coddling each other in endless kisses.

“how about we recreate this next?”