my fav moments from Sleep Token at Xfinity Mobile Arena (Philadelphia, PA) on 2025/09/24
clips/photos referenced in no particular order:
somewhat longer rain intro (thenameismbear tiktok)
V being very tall (schrei205 tiktok + sweettcookieshop via infinitearcadia IG)
V tasting petal confetti (chrisbliss21 IG + timgokas1 tiktok)
granite kiss (katikuersch via sleeptoken_eden IG)
II IV fistbump (almightykasumi discord)
IIs revenge on the mic stand (cant be taller than him if it's on the floor) (binxxxy tiktok)
philadelphia ritual coin (zackthemaker + drazuboutpost IG)
*big* brother touya/dabi and tiny shouto, please !!✨
I don't wanna get rid of this ask because it's not a bad idea but I have absolutely no idea if they wanted a story or not. I have no idea how to write Touya, so Shoto it is, but I'll at least attempt what you wanted! -i think.
This is not gonna have noms so- it's chill to read.
Shoto didn't understand why he wasn't allowed to be held by his big brother. The tot wanted to be in the older kid's arms but their Dad never allowed it no matter how much he cried or begged. If he was honest, he thought his brother looked sad a lot and Momma always said that a hug from a baby made people feel better and that's all he wanted to do.
If Shoto could make people feel better then why shouldn't he? He never saw that Touya was given hugs, which wasn't fair to his big brother since he couldn't play with Natsuo and Fuyumi despite how much he wanted to. The three-year-old could see it in how his big brother would watch the two of them play along with how he'd sometimes catch them both throwing the ball over the inner wall so that the oldest could retrieve it and at least be a little involved.
From what he could understand, which wasn't a lot considering Shoto hadn't even developed his quirk yet, Dad thought Touya was gonna hurt them. He thought their brother couldn't hurt them even though it didn't make sense. The only thing that he sometimes found scary about his big brother was his fire. He didn't like that it made him hurt and he knew that everyone in the family shared his opinion.
His big brother didn't do anything wrong and Shoto was gonna make sure that Touya knew that! The toddler took his chance after he heard Dad storm into the house knowing it meant no one was gonna be allowed around the older for at least an hour. He snuck out by climbing over the fence, having struggled for a few minutes before he managed to get out of the house. He'd tumbled and scraped up his knee but he made sure not to cry! Shoto had to be brave to make sure he got to Touya and showed the big kid that he didn't need to feel like he was a monster or anything bad!
Shoto followed the path with ease, trying not to think about the fact his knee really hurt as he walked. It took him forever to get to where he needed to be! Why did Touya have to be this far away from the house?! The little one frowned as he caught sight of where his brother stayed. The place was big by his standards but Touya was huge! How was he expected to fit inside? He pushed the regular-sized door open, puffing his cheeks out from the effort it took, and immediately got hit with the smell of blood and something sharp he didn't recognize but it reminded him of the doctor.
The toddler began to look around, the place, trying to stay quiet but his bare feet didn't help him. He heard a door open and looked in the direction as a huge door was pulled to the side. Shoto's eyes glowed with delight as he caught sight of the familiar sibling. He didn't hesitate to rush towards him, a giggle leaving his throat as he spoke. "Ya-ya!"
Touya's eyes landed on him quickly. the kid's eyes wide with surprise at having a little boy running at him. He was careful, hands gently wrapping around the child's form as Shoto basically threw himself at him. The tot was completely oblivious to the uncomfortable look on his brother's face, more happy to be with the older than anything else as he happily hugged his thumb.
"You're not supposed to be here Shoto." He whispered, voice less scolding and more amused. The boy smiled and simply reached his hands up, wanting to be lifted higher as he responded.
"Dad not catch me! It fine!" He said swiftly with that loved lack of grammar that littles often had. He immediately clutched Touya's nose as he was lifted, giggling as he tapped it. The boy smiled brightly at the soft smirk on his brother's face, happily bouncing a bit. He felt the warm hands under him, carefully cradling his tiny form. He knew his big brother wasn't gonna hurt him and Shoto didn't even want to consider the thought. Everything was gonna be fine.
Small Q au where he wakes up from his second death shrunken and flees the country, winding up in Kinoko Kingdom and accidentally moving into the walls of his fiancés’ house, terrified to be caught because he was sure Karl would kill him when Karl’s memory had gotten worse to the point that he doesn’t even recognize Q anymore
Peter had been excited about coming to the tower today; he was going to talk to Mr. Stark about his project after all. Plus, the demon had promised a little bit of lab time which he very much was excited about. Today had already been stressful with the attack on the school after all so the relief of being in the tower was enough to make him sigh in content. He waves at the receptionist as he makes his way to the elevator, stepping onto the cool tile. “Hey Mr. Jarvis sir, can you take me up?” He asks rocking on the balls of his feet.
“I advise against it.” Jarvis says which makes Peter frown. The ai never advised against him seeing tony which was different. “I’ll be fine. If he’s mad because of a meeting I can calm him down.” He shrugs waiting for Jarvis to start moving the elevator. There was a tense silence before the whirling of gears and movement indicated that Jarvis deemed it safe enough for him to continue.
“Thanks Mr. Jarvis! I’ll be fine, promise.”
“You won’t be in danger, but I advise being careful.”
“Creepy Mr.Jarvis, but I will, don’t worry.” Peter says waiting for the doors to open. He stepped off the elevator frowning when he noticed the windows were all on lock down and everything was a mess of large gashes in the walls and couches. “U-um..Mr. Stark?”
The demon had never been this mad before unless- “oh no.” He whispers to himself, grimacing when a blur moves towards him suddenly.
A surprised grunt escapes him as he’s smothered into the ground by the demon. “Mr. Stark! Hey I’m fin-HEY!” He squeals trying not to laugh as his mentor's beard tickles him. There was a bunch of rumbling croons and chirps, which stopped when the demon was done snuffling him. Peter realizing what was going to happen next made him wriggle desperately. “No! NO- no come on Mr. Stark don’t” He pleads shoving at the demon’s face.
He has enough time to squeeze his eyes shut before he felt a rush of warm breath wash over him, content rumbling starting up as the demon’s tongue dragged across his torso. “I am clean- sir! Hey stop!”
He groans eternally when the muscle did another pass over him, squirming even more now. HE had sorta gotten used to this side of Mr. Stark, but it was still not fun. He decided to just give in, letting the demon groom him to whatever was acceptable standards for a demon.
Cautiously he opens an eye when the assault ended, glaring up at his mentor. “I was clean.” He huffs shoving again at the demon’s face, pleased when he was finally let up. He could see the amusement twinkling in those ruby red eyes, which only made him scowl deeper. The second he was able Peter scrambles to his feet, shuddering at the cool air now coming in full force due to him being damp.
“I can walk so maybe let’s not do the whole grabbing me by the back of my suit?” He proposes pointing an accusing finger at the demon. Both sets of eyes focused on him almost completing before suddenly Mr. Stark was in his bubble again. “Or ignore me, yeah that works too.” He mumbles giving in and turning his back to the demon.
He totally didn’t squeak when he felt the back of his suit tighten. It always amazed him at how careful Mr. Stark was with him, even like this. He smiles a bit to himself, mentally bracing himself as Mr. Stark turned. Ugh this was disorienting. “I mean you have hands for a reason Mr. Stark but yeah sure this works too.” He sighs as he lightly swings from the demon’s hold, the beard lightly tickling the back of his neck.
Much to his suspicion the demon took him to the same closest he had been using whenever he was like this. It was one against full of pillows and blankets, and now a few of his stuffed animals that were in his guest room. He lets a huff out when he’s dropped in the center.
Mr. Stark lays next to him seconds later, tucking him more against his side before the wing lazily drapes over him the demon’s knees caging him in against his mentor’s chest.
“You owe me two lab days now.” He says shoving at the knees that caged him in. He knew why this side of his mentor was out. It had to be the attack on his school the demon got like this whenever he was in danger honestly. Jarvis must’ve locked him up, which made sense. The last time Mr. Stark had got like this in public there had been news stories everywhere.
A acknowledge purr rumbles in the chest behind him, Peter only rolling his eyes. He curls against the warmth a small sigh escaping him. “You know..I’m not like..actually your hatchling, right? I probably just smelled like you that’s why you didn’t kill me that day.”
He knew Tony didn’t exactly remember his little rampages after all. A quizzical chirp is his answer, Peter craning his neck to see the underside of the demon’s face. “This part of you remembers right? You..you totally were going to kill me that day..your teeth were bared and everything...there was blood still dripping from your mouth.” A humorless laugh escapes him, leaning heavily against the safety of his mentor.
“What..what if I didn’t smell like that? Would you have...” He trails off, his body slowly starting to tremble. He knew how close he had been to death; sharp fangs had been inches from his chest after all... The blood of the previous victims had been smeared on his suit and face until he had been groomed. A soothing croon vibrates the chest behind him, the wings draped over them drawing in tighter.
The weight of Mr. Stark's hand resting over him. The demon rarely used his hands like this, it was always teeth. “I-I was so scared Mr. Stark you didn’t recognize me you just-” Tears well up in his eyes, a choked sob tearing from his throat. A worried and startled chirp came from his mention, everything moving. Until the demon was laying on his stomach, his face a decent few feet away. Ruby eyes focused on him intently, the weight from the demon’s hand coming back only with a gently rubbing from a finger.
“M’ glad you didn’t I don’t...I don’t think you could’ve lived with the guilt.” He manages to get out. The demon gets in closer, the muscle darting out and wiping away the tears. He scrunched his face up trying to hold his fear in, but a soft chittering had his body shaking his sobs.
He was being moved again, closer to the demon this time. Soon he was tucked in the crook of his mentor’s neck, a soothing purr rumbling around him. He wasn’t sure how long he sobbed into the demon’s neck, but the whole time the purr kept up, the vibrations running through his body in a comforting manner.
Now that he was done Peter felt embarrassed, he had cried so heavily. A sniffle escapes him as he rubs his face, leaning into Mr. Stark's touch. “S-sorry..I guess..I guess it was scarier than I thought.”
Once again, the demon moves him, the familiar beating of a heart filling his ears. He was caged in against by his mentors' knees, the wing adding another layer of warmth. He was safe. This was Mr. Stark, and the demon hadn’t ever hurt him intentionally. He takes a deep breath and grasps onto the fabric of the t-shirt letting a soft hesitant chirp out.
Another soothing rumble came from in front of him, the demon curling more around him. Safe. He was safe and that’s all he needed to focus on.
