#please tell me your thoughts | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

iguessthisisanewobsession · 11 months

Text

It takes a mob pt. 9

First

Ao3

“So what color flowers do you think Marv would like to be buried with?”

Bill glanced to Ken as the kid made a loud squeal from his place on the counter. The diaper incident was still fresh in mind but for the moment the kid looked content to stay solid.

Ken played with Danny’s legs before continuing his musings,

“We could go traditional roses, but carnations might have a better meaning and shit.”

“I don’t know shit ‘bout flowers.” Bill grunted as he dumped a large mixing bowl of dough on to the table. “But I want his ass cremated, going to put him in an hourglass. Maybe he’ll finally will learn time and place.”

Me-Mah tutted as she measured and cut the portions.

“That child was never one to think things through.”

“It kept Danny out of the limelight, didn’t it?”

Me-mah snorted as she glanced over,

“But, at what cost boy?”

“A hell of an ass whoopin for the most part.”

A voice chimed in, and Bill felt some color leech from his face.

“Ayyyye, didn’t know you were scheduled to hop in Jay! What are you doin’ on this side of the front?”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Ken take a sudden dive to the floor with a loud thump.

Everyone paused for a second to look at the space the man once inhabited.

“…you good there Ken?”

Ken let out a wheeze as his head popped back into view.

“..Just some fractured dignity.”

“Riiight.. So, I heard you guys had quite a busy weekend, mind catching me up?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it busy per se, but you know how- hey hey! Why don’t you not come over! you know what I’ll come over to you!”

Scrambling past the table tops Bill steered Jason back out the door onto the streets.

“You know I was actually going to ask Me-mah about a possible change in meal prep for next week, right?”

“And I can make sure she’s up to date and everything! No need for the higher ups to need to hand around you got your own projects to worry about!”

“Like the project you three have decided to take?”

“..I have no idea what you are talking about boss.”

Bill stumbled as Jason finally dug his heel as they came close to an alleyway opening.

“Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way Bill, and my night’s been headache inducing enough.”

With a gritted teeth, Bill trudged into the ally with little fanfare.

“So,”

Jason started through a puff of a cigarette,

“I would like to preface this talk with the fact that Marv will be fine. Some bruising and a concussion to match but no lasting damage as far as the doc is concerned.”

“Oh. That’s, good.”

“You don’t sound so sure of that.”

“No! It’s- it’s great that Marv is good an’ all but, this is the boss we’re talking about! That ain’t his usual M.O.”

Bill took off his hat and rubbed at his temple,

“I mean, I’ve seen the dude do a lot more for way less. No scarring? No disfigurement? Not even a broken nose??”

“And it was anyone else than it would’ve been so, but it’s Marv we’re talking about. The dumbass is the equivalent of a pittie in a sweater. Besides-“

Jay made a show of flicking the used bud into a puddle before shifting to face Bill and leaning a hip against the grimy wall.

“He had his gun in his holster, if he was trying shit, he would’ve went with that instead of a steel chair.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Home couldn’t come into view quick enough.

Unlocking the door, Bill dumped the bag in his arm before he made a b-line to the kitchen.

The kid had a set of lungs and was making it quite clear that he did not appreciate being hungry.

“It’s okay kid, let it out, good for the soul and all that.”

Bill started to bounce as the microwave warmed the key to his ears’ bliss. His mind couldn’t help but go back to his conversation with Jay in between Danny’s gasps of air.

“What’s the plan? Fling the kid from person to person? Playhouse until gets annoying and pass the kid around like a hot potato? I don’t think there’s a single person who went through foster that wouldn’t be able to tell you how that would work out.”

Gently, Bill removed the tot from his imprisonment before quickly scooping up the bottle and testing the heat on his wrist.

“Do you even know the first thing about babies? How to test their bottles temp and clean them? How about burping? What about Immunizations? Or are you flying by your coat tails? They need commitment!”

It didn’t take as second for Danny to latch on with a content hum.

The quiet bliss could’ve been heroin as far as Bill was concerned.

Making his way back to the fallen bags, he got a glance at the small library that had made its home on his floor.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?”

He could do this, he got his GED last year, so Bill was used to studying. He just had a bit of a time crunch to catch up is all.

“I don’t know shit about kids..”

One of the first things Jay did as soon as they properly introduced him to Danny was drag both of them to Dr. Leslie for an evaluation.

Bill’s original estimate was quite off.

The kid was about four months old.

Reaching over for a dirty towel, Bill shifted Danny to his shoulder and gave him some pats.

He wasn’t above admitting that a lot of what he was told went over his head, but a relative bill of good health was good news as any.

He couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter when he noticed the kid’s face.

“What? What’s with dat look? Am I really doing this wrong Al-“

The sound that came out of the kid had no right being that grotesque.

Danny face smoothed as Bill looked down in mild horror as he felt new weight on the back of the onesie.

“..that wasn’t a fart, was it?”

The beginning of another spell of crying kicked the henchmen into gear.

“Right! Bath! Shit, don’t got one those bath thingies- uuhhh… right! Sink time Dano.”

Slinging the bag onto his shoulder, Bill went back to the kitchen and turned on the faucet sending a silent thank you to the two idiots who finally went home.

There was a bit of hesitation before he snapped the kid’s buttons off.

“Babies are messy Bill; they piss and shit and throw up to hell and back because it’s the only thing they can really do. If you can’t handle that then you have no right-“

With a quick shake of his hand, Bill made quick work of the kid’s clothes and diaper before turning his head to the side letting out a small gag.

He’s handled men’s entrails falling out of their bodies better than this.

Checking the temperature, Bill held Danny so that his back was to the faucet and started to splashing handfuls onto the mess.

“I know I know, not the most conventual cleaning but we’re going to have to sort that out tomorrow.”

Steeling his nerves, Bill fished out the baby soap from the bag and got to work.

“The things I do for yah…”

One freshly scrubbed Danny looked up with a giggle as Bill meticulously worked to keep the soup from his eyes.

A new problem emerged as the impromptu bath was over. There wasn’t a clean towel nearby much to Bill’s dismay.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sudden clearing of his work schedule via text made Bill pause before he tossed his phone within reach.

Letting out a huff he placed Danny onto the makeshift changing table.

“‘You need an adjustment period’ and ‘Can’t have you working in the high risk now and blah blah-‘ The bosses are acting like I’m some transplant now because of you.”

His complaints were unanswered by his audience though a small squeal of laughter did tug a smile onto his face as he plopped the kid’s rump back onto the clean diaper.

“Yeah.. yeah, yuck it up. Just so you know, this is a once in a lifetime thing goin’ on, so don’t expect me to pull a Wayne an’ bring you back any siblings.”

Dawn was breaking as close is ever did in the city. The early commuters were starting their day and he bit back a yawn as he continued his work.

The two of them didn’t get to go back home until well past three. Both Jason and Dr. Leslie felt it consequential to give Bill a crash course in baby 101 and enough homework to reach his gills to boot.

Something that he was beginning to notice is that plans tend to not hold up when dealing with children.

Sure, Bill hasn’t got much range in experience with kids, but what plans he has made around Danny got shot through like a diamond store on a Saturday.

He planned to never have kids, and now that had one to take care of, he just planned to keep him clean and worry about everything else tomorrow but-

“Shit!”

Waving away the sudden cloud in his Face with a cough, Bill looked down at the scene in dismay.

What was once a perfectly clean skin was now powdered white up to a confused little chin.

“Come one Kid, up, up-“

Bill gently pulled them to a sitting position by the arms with snicker.

“We got the rest of our lives together kid.”

He started to try brush down the excess with a towel as he continued,

“Yeah, this ain’t goin’ to be easy, but hey, I’m in your corner for better or for worst.”

Scooping and wrapping up Danny in a bundle Bill took another glance around his apartment and tried not to grimace.

The kitchen window was patched over with some newspaper and tape and the carpet still had some questionable stains from the past.

As much as it sucked to admit, Bill knew his time here was limited.

A one-bedroom apartment was not good enough for a kid to grow up in.

The feeling a small hand brought him out of his musings.

“Bab bah.”

“You know that's very cute, but I just swaddled you for a reason. Phase you hand back under your blanket.”

With a gently poke Danny was once again fully engulfed.

“I’m going to have gray hairs by the time you learn to crawl, I can just feel it.”

That was another day’s concern, as for today.

“I think it’s time we go lay down for a bit. How’s that sound?”

With a small yawn from his companion, Bill eased into the couch and turned on the tv low with a sense of déjà vu.

‘If dad could see him now…’

And as he started to lose the battle with sleep a passing thought made him let out a small huff.

Maybe he’d give his old man a call, it’s not every day the family expands after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~

This has been an adventure. I started my tumblr page as a place to throw away my prompts so that someone else could get inspired and my brain wouldn’t hold onto them. I didn’t actually expect to not only use but finish one!

For all of you guys who’ve been following along on both tumblr and ao3, thank you.

Here’s to more stories to come!

#dp x dc #writing prompt #dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #it takes a mob au #jason todd #there is going to be more on this au #but the main story is done!#please tell me your thoughts #it takes a mob

207 notes · View notes

narutodivorcearcreal · 3 months

Text

more fem fight club thoughts. word of warning i am insane and crazy

- Unlike narrator who would hate it a lot if he got castrated i think a hysterectomy would appeal to fem narrator (doesnt think it would change a lot (Not True) and severe pregnancy phobia) However she wouldn’t actually go through with the surgery because A. she doesnt do anything unless pushed to by an outside force (inertia) and B.

- Penetration Anxiety!!!!! applies to surgery, bullet, PIV sex, literally anything. aversion so strong it extends to Tyler subconsciously. Imo her aversion to penetration is stronger than her wanting to be straight. she would maybe be okay with a bit of cheek hole action though.

- Tyler and marlon dont fuck. because of reasons stated above and to be completely honest because i think it would be gross. but not the fun gross.

- When marlon is ODing on xanax Tyler just burns him with cigarettes and hits him all night until he stops. this makes marlon imprint on her like a baby duck.

- Marlon has hiv :( so probably good he and tyler dont do it

- when fem narrator kills herself she slits her wrists instead of shooting herself because. penetration anxiety!!

- i dont think marlon has a good enough relationship w his parents to be sent bags of liposuctioned fat so unfortunately they just have to go to a medical waste center the first time :((

- marlons the type to say “im gonna kill myself when i turn 30” but he actually tried to follow through with a quarter bottle of xanax and a razor. somehow he survives hooray !!

- Tyler has a veritable fight club harem (ego reasons). narrator is very confused when random space monkeys come up to her to hang off her arms.

- fem narrator’s ikea is kitchenware. she has 8 dutch ovens and still eats spoonfuls of horseradish for dinner.

- she had one of those lowkey eating disorders before tyler fully gestated. she was forced to stop not because tyler cared about her mental well-being but because tyler wanted to get Jacked. Now she eats plain chicken breast and spinach every single day.

- the worst possible ending for narrator would be the premise of fight club 2 (married to marlon and has a kid)

- most controversial marlon to me is bald!! not like mr clean but like Eminem… i need to show off his slightly receding hairline and widows peak… also if he has hair he looks too good he need to look like a golf ball balanced on a bundle of sticks (faggot)

#please tell me your thoughts #cw sui mention #cw ed mention #fight club #tyler durden #narrator fight club #f fight club #soapshipping #marla singer #fem fight club

33 notes · View notes

alaskaartz · 6 months

Text

Silk Song RAMBLE.

I have a really hard time containing my excitement so

SPOILERS FOR SILKSONG! do not read anymore of this if you want to go into silksong spoiler free!

OK BUT LIKE- The updated HK wiki was a thing today and I went and looked at the silksong part of it. and OH MY GOD- I know most of these things already but everything about silksong makes me just so excited- silksong has a lot of things that I love and adore already and team cherry really just picked up everything I love and put it into one game, which makes me literally wanna jump around my room cuz I'm so happy

Ok rambling about things now

Up first moss grotto:

THIS PLACE MAKES ME SO HAPPY. I love moss, and I love lily pads. I love EVERYTHING about this place! I love the atmosphere of it and the feeling it gives off. It feels very comforting in an odd way, with all the moss and plants mixed with what I assume to be bones makes a really comforting place. The enemies shown here are also really really cute, I just wanna hug them, they look like they'd be soft. Something about moss grotto makes it seem like the perfect place to come sit and stay if you needed some alone time, I know that sounds weird but it's the best way I can describe it- Random but in the nintendo treehouse live from forever ago you could see the shell shards ROLL on the ground! and when Hornet walks on the moss it actually looks like she's walking on it! I bring this up because of how cool but more, real feeling? It makes everything feel. The fact that the currency and the shell shards roll on the ground gives it more gravity and just- overall a very cool feel to what it would be like to, idk, hold it? Geo in Hollow Knight kinda bounces around so it's like, not as realistic idk man- Another thing is Hornet, she seems to have more gravity to her, she can't jump as high or walk/run as fast as the knight did making her almost feel, heavier. She seems like she's much heavier than Ghost was

Next up, Deep docks: (the second one is my PC's wallpaper lol)

Deep docks feels very, hot, for obvious reason. Something about deep docks aesthetic is just SO COOL. I'm writing this part from memory of the treehouse live so if I'm wrong about stuff, sorry I love the rocks and bones in Deep docks, actually I love the amount of bones in most of the screenshots and trailer things I've seen- so cool, but also in deep docks it's really cool to see the bones, rocks, magma, and machinery all mixed together I really love Lace's arena, if you look in the background you can see some moss vines (?) hanging down so that makes me think It's really close to moss grotto, but it also gives her arena a more of an overgrown feel, which is really nice ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT LACE'S CRAZY AIR ATTACK?? That attack is probably my favorite out of all her moves, the way she comes back down to the ground and shakes the whole place is SO COOL- she's definitely gonna be a hard boss for me to beat but DAMN she's gonna be a fun boss Also the fact that Hornet and Lace are just fighting above flowing magma like it's nothing is badass The Citadel:

HOLY SHIT?? THERE'S SO MUCH I CAN TALK ABOUT WITH THIS ONE SCREENSHOT. The way the floor is makes the room feel very omen and very big. The room also feels old, and dusty- What seems to be torn cloths and curtains around the place makes it seem like that place has been there for a very long time. I assume and guess the Citadel is doing to play a very big and important role in the story of this game, and in the lore of Pharloom. Idk who this warrior is but he seems cool, two swords and everything. There isn't much footage of the Citadel at all which makes me a little upset because this place seems just so, so grand, so big, so IMPORTANT. I also don't know why but the colors make it feel royal. This- Place:

I'd live here, saying that right now, I'd live here. I'd find a cozy little bell to live in and stay there forever. I know the guy to the right of Hornet is singing so maybe this is a safe space in Pharloom? I would think it to be like how dirtmouth is, shops but also a calm place to be after fighting for your life for the millionth time. It's really cool how bells have been turned into homes, It's a really cool touch to this place and it makes it feel really cozy. I think the bell homes would be hanging from the ceiling, cavern roof, whatever you wanna call it- And the bug either fly or climb ladders to get into the bell houses! This place just radiates safe, and homey- once again, I will find a bell and make it my home.

This:

Not much to say about it because I know so little about it, but the fact that Hornet is fighting what I assume is I giant robot bug? omg, Also it looks like it's rusting so is it not affected by the magma but affected by something else? Or is that just weird red plants, Idk

Coral Place:

THERE. ARE. FISH. This place feeds my internal love of pirates, and anything ocean. The coral looks so alive and this place seems like it's gonna have cool stuff in it

PLEASE TELL ME THIS GUYS IS A PIRATE OR SOMETHING- He looks like a pirate, I'm not the only one who think that right? Like, a knight pirate This arena feels very small and, humid. Probably because it is either underwater or close to water. it seems really misty in there. The fact that the lanterns are held with coral, vine, things is so cool- Also there's pipes in the background! Maybe those are connected to something? I'm not trying to theorize everything I just think the possibilities are cool- I'mma call this the swamp place:

This looks like a swamp, what kind? an eerie one. It almost looks like there's ash in the air! Also the vine things in the back? so cool, the more faded they get makes this area feel very misty or foggy, which gives it a feeling of, idk, eeriness? spooky? The guy here looks like he's using a fishing pole as a weapon- which makes sense given the amount of water. The grass and, I forgot what those are called. SWAMP REEDS- are really big so it makes this place feel WAY bigger, or hornet way smaller. Not sure but I can't wait to explore this place and Probably get lost along the way.

GEARS:

I don't know what this place is, what it's for, but it feels almost steampunk so that's an automatic love from me. Also love these little flying guys, they're really cute and yeah- The gears are also super cool! It almost looks like she's inside a clock :0 This place feels warm but not, dry or humid. Just warm, a comfy warm

This section is just stuff I wanna ramble about/add so:

Cutely going insane over the fact that this place is probably a Giant rib cage

THIS PLACE. IDK WHAT IT IS OR WHAT IT'LL DO BUT I LOVE IT. JUST LOOK AT THAT BACKGROUND- Like, the 'sky' looks blue. ARE WE OUTSIDE? omg- I also love all the building in the back I just OMGOMG- It also looks like there's giant pipes, maybe it's close to the Citadel? Idk but this place makes me feel so happy I just wanna stare at it, I WANNA EXPLORE-

If you've made it this far thanks- This was the only place I could actually let out my excitement over a game that's not even out yet so- yeah- If you have any questions about stuff I rambled about or said then feel free to put something in my inbox about it so, yeah-

52 notes · View notes

vulnonapix1234 · 4 months

Text

I am back with my Dadknight bullshit after procrastinating on the Danny Phantom fandom for so long-

Anyway, you know that feeling of putting so many headcanons on a character that they become another character?

Me @Fright Knight.

I will separate this into 4 "Acts".

His Childhood, his Adulthood, his ghostly afterlife, and his servitude under his kings.

1. His Childhood

Fright Knight or Ferdinand (the beautiful name @jadenoryuu came up with a few months ago) was raised by his older sister after their mother died during childbirth and his father died of an infection.

He also had 6 younger siblings, though only 2 of them survived past the age of 10.

(What can I say? Dark age and all of that.)

From a very young age, he had to help his sister with raising their siblings and spend most of his time working in the fields of a minor noble to ease their debt of living on his land.

Despite his rough upbringing, he used to be a cheerful child.

He liked to create fairy tales and stories to make others happy.

Then, at the ripe age of 13, small but bloody battles started to happen around the borders of the minor noble, as another blue-blooded idiot had taken his place and now wanted to expand his lands.

It's important to say that said noble couldn't count on his fellow nobles to help him and also didn't want to lose parts of his lands.

So he did the unorthodox thing and gave his workers and villagers weapons.

It was a stupid thing to do, but he was able to manipulate his men into thinking that this was for their own protection.

Ferdinand was 14 when he killed for the first time.

As the battles became more violent, it happened again and again, till his hands stopped shaking whenever he had to use the sword and people started to see him as a ruthless monster.

He was 16 when this battle stopped for him after he was sold by the noble to a group of mercenaries, who saw his "talent" at killing other people.

There, he was given some actual training with the sword, learned to ride a horse, and even the basics of reading and writing.

It was pretty much the best thing that could have happened to him, even if it meant that he never saw any of his siblings ever again.

2. His Adulthood

Ferdinand spent most of his adult life as a hired blade for various nobles and as such backstabbed his way into infamy.

As long as you could pay the price, he'd do any deed for you.

(Most of his earned money still went to the group that trained, fed, and clothed him)

It was only after he was 29 that he found his permanent Master in the form of an equally infamous noble that he was supposed to kill.

He wasn't able to assassinate him and when he was at the end of the others blade, he had taken a liking to him.

The noble paid off his debt to the Mercenary group and made him his knight, which was a great honor to a lowborn man like him.

Ferdinand looked up to that noble.

He was strong. Stronger than himself and anyone he ever had to work for, unlike the other, fearful and weak nobles.

He was also kind, despite being known as a cruel ruler.

Ferdinand was allowed to read and create stories and poems.

Nightmare stems from one of them. She was originally a creature that he had created as a child to help his siblings fall asleep.

An Alicorn that appeared to those with the purest of hearts, turned into a being of Ruthlessness that hunts down those who stand in her way by the trauma he had gone through in his life.

He died in battle at the age of 35, after his ruler turned his back on him, to flee against the lowborn villagers that revolted against him.

3. His ghostly Afterlife

He formed because of his obsession to find a master who is strong and wouldn't turn their back on their subordinates.

Ferdinand spent most of his time tearing down and destroying ghost after ghost to find that master, giving him the name Fright Knight.

Due to this unrelenting fighting, he became strong enough to create Nightmare into reality.

4. His servitude under his Kings

Pariah Dark was the first ghost that was able to beat him and he started to follow him like he did with his former master when he was alive.

It was comfortable for him.

Easy.

It was his King that gave him the soul shredder and he did like to fight alongside him.

But he was also more than aware that he did not care for him or anyone else outside of their power.

After all, there were times when he forced his hand with his crown of fire and ring of rage.

After Pariah Dark was sealed away, the same fate awaited him in the form of a pumpkin, a throwback to his beginnings as a farm worker.

Meeting his current King for the first time was an... event.

Having the gift of his former king stolen from him was worse than the joy of getting free.

He ended up defeated, sealed back, by him and it made him furious.

How could someone so young and foolish do that to him?

Somehow, he was more angry about not getting a real fight against him and wanted to remedy this.

Because there is a difference between losing a battle and getting tricked.

This was abandoned after Vlad promised him a way to free his (former) King.

So he decided to follow him and train that potential.

Then that kid showed up again, beating not only him and his army but also his king, solidifying his potential over them.

This boy could become a real monster, if someone trained him, similar to how the group of mercenaries had helped him become one.

His King wasn't amused about this in the beginning, not trusting him for the things he had done before.

But he didn't have a chance, because he needed more allies in the ghost world and Fright Knight was a powerful creature.

___

This is it for this post! I hope that I was able to build a okish backstory for him.

I will make another one detailing more of his relationships between Danny, the rest of the everlasting trio, Jazz, Dani and Mr Lancer.

(I am also really interested in your guys opinion on this)

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dad knight #dadkinght #fright knight #danny phantom fright knight #fright Knight danny phantom #please tell me your thoughts

34 notes · View notes

idkimjustexistingsblog · 1 month

Text

Dose anyone else feel like Jim hawking would graduate the royal navel academy and continue to be part of the role navy. Maybe I'm projecting on him to much but I feel like if Jim did go to navel academy he wouldn't want to stay in it that long l. I think henwould love academy and love learning how to officially fly but I also feel like he wouldn't be that happy in the royal navy amd he figures that out at the academy. I think he likes his freedom dlto much to want sonthing as stifling as the navy or anything like that could be. I feel like he would go to the school and than realise that he dosent like that and have such complicated relationship with absoultly hating parts of the academy and wanting to make his mom proud

At the end I think he just becomes a merchant ship or sometime of freelancer and goes on adventures. He'll I think I might even be able to see him as part of ship whp goes to knew words for scince but i can't see him as a comander I just don't think he'll like it that much

Maybe I'm projecting and making Jim a little p

Out of charcter but that what I thought about it

Also I never play the treasure plant game or anything so idk about that but those are my thoughts please tell me yours I'm ceriosu to what other poeple thing of this

#please tell me your thoughts #im really curious #jim hawkins #treasure planet #maybe he sees siliver again out there #after treasure planet

14 notes · View notes

cult-of-the-eye · 7 months

Text

WHAT DO YOU THINK THE ARCHIVAL STAFF'S FAVOURITE FLOWERS ARE????? (psa - i know nothing about flowers and am so open to any other thoughts)

(i think sasha likes a good sunflower, they seem sturdy and positive and determined to grow, like her?)

(i think tim is a roses man. he seems like a super huge romantic and i could see him melting at being given some classic red roses, also i feel like it has certain level of intensity and anger which he definitely embodies later on)

(i think martin has a soft spot for lilies because he sees them as a sort of elegant flower, like the type that you'd buy if you wanted to spoil your partner?)

(i'm a bit stuck on jon. i feel like maybe he's a cactus kinda man, as in he can't keep plants alive and doesn't really see the point but would be flattered if you thought about that all and got him a plant he was suited for? maybe that's the easy way out but those are my initial thoughts)

(i'd love to do melanie, georgie, basira and daisy but i haven't interacted with them enough yet to figure it out so any suggestions would be absolutely appreciated!!)

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #sasha james #tim stoker #melanie king #georgie barker #basira hussain #daisy tonner #please tell me your thoughts

29 notes · View notes

ameliathefatcat · 1 year

Text

Equestria Girls real human names (with my headcanons)

Tamanna Singh - Twilight Sparkle

Tamanna means wise

Abigail Jacqueline ‘AJ’ Smith - Apple Jack

Initials are AJ and Smith comes from the fact that Granny’s name is Granny Smith

Patricia Diane ‘Patty’ Pierce - Pinkie Pie

Pierce is similar to Pie. Patty is similar to Pinkie

Tzufit Serena Farfalla - Fluttershy

Tzufit means hummingbird and that fits for Fluttershy, Serena means tranquil once again fitting Fluttershy. Farfalla means butterfly in Spanish

Reine Jade Leblanc- Rarity

Reine means queen and that’s first for Rarity. Also Jade being a jewel fits as a middle name.

Iris Dafni Pêgasos- Rainbow Dash

Iris means Rainbow. Pêgasos is Pegasus in Greek

Marisol Sabrina Silva- Sunset Shimmer

Marisol means sea and sun

Others

Benjamin Michael ‘Mack’ Smith- Big Mac

Alexandra Berenice ‘Lexi’ Smith- Apple Bloom

Gertrude Smith- Granny Smith

Sylivie Isabelle Leblanc- Sweetie Belle

Zev Bruno Farfalla- Zephyr Breeze

Maud Pierce- Maud Pie

Mabel Pierce- Marble Pie

Lorraine Pierce- Limestone Pie

Sanjit Singh- Shining Armor

Sydney ‘Syd’ Allen- Scootaloo

Frederick ‘Freddy’ Song- Flash Sentry

87 notes · View notes

harrywavycurly · 2 years

Text

Eddie Texts Steve Part 6: You Knew?🖤

TikTok: HERE

Masterlist: HERE

*a/n okay so y’all need to tell me if it’s who y’all thought it was…let the dramatics commence also once again in this universe Billy isn’t horrible he’s just kinda an asshole!*

164 notes · View notes

maxgicalgirl · 10 months

Text

So I’ve been trying to think about what the reveal of Carlos’ last name means for Charles in terms of a full name.

Since the name Charles is an English variation of the name Carlos, would his name just be Charles Oaks ? Or since he’s got pine tree symbolism from Pine Cliff, would he have a pine based last name ? Is Charles confirmed Latino ? Because if so then he could be Charles Pinos to mirror Carlos Robles. Or we could go with Charles Pines, but that might be too on the nose since he’s from a pine-based town.

Idk I’m having fun thinking about it

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #charles the theologist #carlos the scientist #Dr Carlos Dave Robles #side note: every time I go to type out Carlos’ last name it takes everything in me not to type Carlos Roblox #please tell me your thoughts #also: headcanons for kevin’s last name ?#I saw a post that said his name should be Kevin Moon after Laura Moon to mirror Laura Palmer #and that’s what I’ve headcanoned ever since #but I would love to hear other headcanons

39 notes · View notes

mmemirrorball · 9 months

Text

thinking about what taylor album would speak to each of them the most

I feel like Rikki is reputation to an extent but she is very midnights coded to me?? Like that episode where she puts her headphones in to sleep— she is certainly queuing yoyok, question, the Great War (the Zane of it all), maroon, anti-hero, etc.

Cleo is so SO speak now!! She is listening to mine and enchanted after hanging out with Lewis. She is blasting better than revenge and the story of us after seeing charlotte. Her outfits, her cheeriness and angst. She is SO speak now. Not to mention the vault tracks? When emma falls in love?? Timeless!!

Emma is a hard one for me. Her older sister and academic vibes give me strong folkmore energy (mirrorball, this is me trying, dorothea (sobbing bc she becomes the dorothea), long story short). Yet she also has that classic girl next door thing that leads me closer to red or 1989. I think red is the closest to encompassing the full vibe of Emma but I don’t know…

#please tell me your thoughts #PLEASE I MEAN IT I WANT TO KNOW especially bc I haven seen this show in so long #rikki h2o #cleo h2o #h2o emma #h2o just add water #swifties #taylor nation #taylor swift #taylors version #tswiftnation #ts eras tour #which album are they??#speak now taylor’s version #ts midnights #midnights 3am edition #red tv #h20

22 notes · View notes

tobythewholetime · 11 months

Text

someone explain to me this one thing from ted lasso 3x10

“i knew this little boy. working class, from richmond. he loved football so much. he used to sneak into the matches because his family just couldn’t afford the tickets.” (the security guard throws him out, he never came back………..until he walked in 25 years later and bought the club.)

“i was a young punk who snuck in every week…i sat there because she was there…(“my mother and my boyfriend were furious”)…she insisted that i should stay…and we fell in love.”

what are we to make of this?? like, are there conceivably multiple men of a similar age (both of whom inappropriately pursue taken women) who regularly snuck into richmond games as teens? definitely. i’m not saying rupert IS the romcom man; in fact i DON’T think he is. (for a variety of reasons — including rebecca would’ve been, uh, a child when rupert was sneaking into games. 🤮)

but it’s odd to have this parallel…particularly since the romcom couple has long been thought to mirror/symbolize/echo ted and rebecca……

my working theory is the parallel shows the difference between “romcom” fantasy and reality — the end of the romcom is “it all worked out, we fell in love” — the real life parallel is “i got kicked out, i became the worst possible version of myself and have hurt so many people in the process.”

……..but that feels like it’s not the whole thing. it’s so odd to have this subtlest of callbacks to a couple who withstood the test of time, the ultimate example of romcommunism, be echoed in rebecca’s story about younger rupert — the ultimate villain of the show.

thoughts???

27 notes · View notes

fuck-off-im-ace · 1 year

Text

Alright that’s it, got tired of people bitching about Lilith. So, lets get into the deep dive, shall we?

It is well known (in the WN fandom, at least) that Lilith is the first wife of Adam, expulsed from Eden after she refused to submit to him. She then partnered up with the Archangel Samael, head of the Satans, which is probably the Adriel equivalent of the Bible.

(Yes, we could have guessed that they would fuck. It was literally written for thousands of years.)

There are many versions of Lilith, of course, as with everything, but she is very often referred to as a demon of the night, often very hot, with long hair and wings (no I am not making this up).

I think the scene where she goes to see her family is very important. You don’t give your character a butterfly shirt if some shit is not about to happen. I think it’s also well thought, because this puts her even more as the opposite of Ava. Something got shoved into her (the halo vs tarask claw), she came back to life, now she has powers that she didn’t ask for and don’t know how to control, or just generally why. Why her. Both went to Jillian for answers but couldn’t be helped. Both went back to where it all started, Lilith’s family and Ava’s orphanage. I didn’t really go well for either of them. After wandering for a bit, Ava went back to the OCS, even after what Superion and Lilith did to her. She found someone there who believed in her and supported her, so she stayed, and became what they needed her to be.

It was probably added after the fact, but it has been showned that Lilith got Ava, Beatrice and Camila away from Adriel in the last scene of s1. That means Lilith also left Mary there to die. Imagine how much that must have fucked her up. I too would be hesitant to show up at the OCS. She can’t go back there, and that “other side”, the one that would reflect Ava’s journey, is Adriel. So she went to him, and he believed in her and supported her. She became what he needed her to be.

This new Lilith is becoming more and more like the Lilith from the myths. Thing is, that character is… evil? And there are hints in season 2 to her becoming more like that. First, Lilith is supposed to have some sort of control on wind and storms. Adriel says in their first meeting that the storm around them was made by Lilith, but he also makes wind in his final fight with Ava? It’s hard to know if he was making that first storm to manipulate her, or if Lilith really was making a storm without meaning to.

When Lilith is chasing Vincent early in the season, we are presented with this beautiful mural. I had to ask some friends, some say its just some art that was on the wall, some say it’s a mural that was made for the show. I decided to go with that last idea, simply because of the drawing on the right (and it’s more fun this way).

Lilith, according to pretty much everything she appears in, is a baby killer. Which, huh, isn’t great! She kills newborn babies, or sometimes pregnant people, or sometimes just people in general. And that graffiti, seen while Vincent is being chased by Lilith, feels kind of on purpose.

(If you’re asking about the other character drawn, I can only hope that this is Adriel’s hairy ass, a demon with a nicer mask, but I have big doubts about that. I think it’s Asmodeus, and we’re about to meet him in s3, cause Lilith is also seen as his queen in some writings, and wouldnt that be cool?!)

I have been obsessively reading on Lilith since I watched the season, and I remember reading somewhere that Lilith has a realm, somewhere, according to Something. But I cannot find it again, so this is all pulled out of my ass, don’t take this for gold. But I’m pretty sure I read somewhere about Lilith having a realm, and leading hordes of demons. If I did really saw that and it wasn’t a fever dream, then I really hope that’s the way Warrior Nun goes.

At the end of s2, Lilith doesn’t have any desire to kill Ava, and some people were confused by that. For me, it’s just a big parallel to the end of s1. Lilith is constantly there to try (and fail) to stop Ava from Doing Something. Back then it was from freeing Adriel, now it was to stop him from using Reya’s power. Adriel hinted about a divine war, a devourer of world coming, and it make sense to think that he would have told all of that to Lilith. She’s smart, if she knows what’s coming and know that Adriel is gone, then she also knows that she might need Ava in the future. Who knows what’s coming! Not me! Even Lilith didn’t know if they would be on the same side. It would be stupid to kill someone that you might need later.

It’s is particularly funny to see people complain that she “turned evil”, considering Lilith has always been Bad. First scene we see her, and she’s waiting for Shanon to die so that she can take the Halo. She then tries to kill Ava to take the Halo. In the first few episodes of s2, she has no problem with hurting and killing people. Remember how much she enjoyed torturing Ava in the first episodes of s1. She was always morally grey at best, if not straight up bad.

Lilith is one of the most interesting characters of the show, and I say that only because so much thought has been put into Ava and I am obsessed with my Baetrice, so Lilith comes close third. The depth of her story is so good. The idea of making her the opposite of Ava, since the first episode of season 1, they are playing the long game. Ava started the show with nothing, and through trust and resilience, found a family and a purpose. Lilith started the show with everything, and through selfishness and refusing support, she lost her purpose and her family.

They didn’t “fuck up her arc” in season 2. This has always been her story.

#she is the blorbo from my show #my little meow meow #she can do nothing wrong but she's also straight up evil hope this helps xx #oh and in case you were wondering #this was the short version #i have so much more thoughts about possible future lore #help i am lost in the sauce #please tell me your thoughts #i wanna know what yall think So Bad #warrior nun #warrior nun spoilers #are we still tagging spoilers?#lilith #warrior nun analysis #sister lilith

81 notes · View notes

attemptinghaikyuu · 1 year

Text

You’re my problem

Geraniums = folly, stupidity

He’s annoyed. You can see it in the smallest scrunch of his brows and the slightest, downwards tilt of his lips. The smirk on your face grows.

Its a relief.

You realized it the first day after you’re outburst in the library. You’re happy to see Kita frustrated. The moment he’d spotted you in your first class together the next day, he had tried to work out what had happened. Come to a harmonious understanding. You refused.

It had been months since you felt so light going to class. When you woke up in the morning, it wasn’t with forced focus, or nervousness over a due project. What greeted you was excitement. Your nerves could choke because damn! You were having fun.

There was a simpleness to doing your coursework. It really was pretty straightforward; kick Kita’s ass at every assignment. Your newfound determination made homework easier to get through. You had a reason to push yourself. A reason to do the homework you figured you could probably get away with not doing. A reason to get up and smile at the thought of a page with one question that had twenty parts to it.

And it was all thanks to the man you hated. The man sitting before you.

You repeat your question with a sincere smile. It doesn’t elicit much of an outward response, just a curt nod. You try pushing him a little more.

“Are you sure..?”

You like prodding him. Pulling little reactions out of him. Half the time you can’t tell if you’re reading him right, you like to think he’s frustrated though. He turns to you then, and for a brief second you wonder if he’ll have a go at convincing you to stop doing this. That type of reaction was an oldie at this point.

“There’s no reason for me to mind,” He moves his notebook, either making room or getting away from you. You can’t tell which it might be. “the seats free to anyone who wants it.”

No arguing today then.

You hum out a thanks and take your place beside him. He looks fresh and crisp, especially in the spot he choose, sun from one of the various class windows shining over him. Each of his movements ripples in the light, and you hate how you automatically follow the movements. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him not look like this.

Bright and like the sun itself. You glare at him from the corner of your eye. He ignores it.

What a jackass.

Kita doesn’t have to say a single thing to get in your head. He can be as perfect and placid as a statue, I mean he was doing NOTHING at the moment. Yet, here you are. Irritation growing as he finds his way under your skin.

You bet he enjoyed it. Borrowing into peoples insecurities and acting like he didn’t know what they were upset over.

It should’ve been clear to him. You had made it clear to him at the library. Yet he tried to act as forgiving as a saint. Trying to ask what might ease the tension between you both, what could be a fair solution.

He must’ve been playing dumb, because the top scorer could not have been stupid enough to miss the fact that what you were doing was the solution. Besides, you didn’t want to repair the damage. Or rift. Ugh! Whatever he wanted to call it. His wording had changed every time he talked to you about it.

The real problem with this whole situation was Kita’s determination. He wouldn’t willingly move from his spot at the top of the grade hierarchy. You just had to beat that and you’d be on top.

The man turns to you suddenly, almost like he knew your mind had taken a vengeful twist. There’s determination illuminating his stare. No doubt about what this meant. He was done wiggling his way out from under you. Finally, you’d be competing with him in this race.

You won’t make it easy. You can already taste the sweetness that would be his defeat.

“I was wondering if I could borrow yer erasure?”

Your first direct battle! You answer with unsuppressed glee. “Of course! I’d be glad to lift someone up in need. Haha, I suppose this means you weren’t taking the proper time and care needed to pack today?”

You sift through your pencil bag. You freeze when your hand comes up empty. Shaking yourself off, keeping your focus off of Kita’s patient gaze, you continue your search in your backpack.

“I just have to get my special one..”

After your second time coming up with nothing you turn to Kita, holding together the pride you know you still have. “Sorry, but I changed my mind.”

He raises his brow at you, and you feel the superiority he has over you coming off in waves.

“Alright, thanks anyway.”

His response is terrible! Didn’t even attempt any kind of faux answer.

You grit you teeth and nod. This is your new routine. Ever since the disagreement you’d had, you’ve been doing your best to show him up. And he’s been doing his best to counteract with his chivalry.

It might’ve been working at the moment, but it wouldn’t last forever.

You can’t tell if you’re doing anything to him yet. If you were honest with yourself, he’s probably not faded. Luckily, you were going to take comfort in your lies.

You were getting to him!

With that state of mind, you have the reassurance swirling in you that he’s intimidated and worried over his status. He’s going to get tired of this eventually. You’re sure as hell he will. You’ll make sure of it.

You pull out a pen and send him a little smile.

— —

Your breath is warm in the nights cold. Curling around you in wisps before fading into the surrounding darkness. The sky above you marks the end of a semi-successful day.

Satisfaction from it swirls around you and mingles with your breath. You’d turned in a project on time, had focused on homework instead of procrastinating, and made Kita deal with a barrage of questions relating to the French Revolution in your shared history class.

You hadn’t been able to help yourself from laughing out loud when he told you it had nothing to do with what you were learning in class currently. He wasn’t wrong, but it was fun to think he was getting fed up with your input on things. The best part was that it did have some relevance.

The French Revolution was a brutal period of time in history where the citizens of France, normal people, rose up in opposition to those in power. They rebelled against laws, actions, and the people in their society with power that were out to hurt them.

You thought it was quite relevant to Kita.

He seemed to have picked up on your drift too. To your frustration he seemed dead set against truly acknowledging it. Which you thought was unfair. Especially considering how long your conversation had been going on for. A half an hour of you talking about old bloody politics should’ve gotten more interesting reactions.

However just remembering his firm, and what you thought might be a fatigued tone made you giggle. He’d told you to focus on what really mattered and you refused his advice. The face he gave you when you continued on talking had you bursting with uncontrolled laughter.

You turn a corner, reminiscent still when you hear a voice.

“I don’t get how you can do all that Kita,”

At the sound of your rivals name, your giggles subside. Looking around, your attention is instantly on the conversation happening near.

“I’m just puttin’ in the work that’s expected, it’s nothing ya couldn’t do Atsumu.”

It’s Kita.

“Nah, I don’t think I could,” What must’ve been Atsumu’s voice said, “I’d probably die if I tried to do as much as ya do, Kita-san.”

You swerve silently to a tree where you can hear the voices clearer and keep out of sight. You could make him out along with three others. His friends, you guessed. It was too hard to tell who they might’ve been in the dark.

“Hmmm, I don’t believe that,” Kita responded. Encouraging, but the sort of thing that you knew was a lie. A very classic, Kita thing to say.

“Yer only saying that cause you’ve got that classmate that’s copying you Kita,” the friend who said that had a hearty laugh and clapped Kita on the back. “Your perception of normal is all screwy.” You step back a little, heart jumping at what you assumed was a mention of you.

“Oh yeah! That persons insane!” You frowned at that remark.

The one who patted Kita, cuts the blonde off before you could think of all the ways he was the insane one. “They’re at Kita’s level of crazy is what they are. Going around, trying to jump the gun on every little thing? That’s some dedication,” he chuckled, but an edge came into his voice as he finished his thought. “the same kind that burns Kita out every once in a while. ”

The group turned towards what you now knew was Kita’s silhouette. He stayed unmoving very briefly, breaking his statuesque posture as he said, “Like I said, I’m just doing what I need too. I’m careful about how much I do, ya all don’t need to look so worried.”

It was hard to tell what the group might being doing in the low light, though it seemed as if the friend who started the burnout talk was sighing. The group’s volume proceeded to rise at Kita’s assurance, but with it went the volume. They began speaking over one another, jumbling the conversation, and ending your understanding of it.

You stay behind your tree as they walk off, their voices still fuzzing together. The shock of one particular statement has yet to subside and for a moment more, you stay put.

Letting yourself move out and into the light of a street lamp nearby, you rub your hands together while thinking.

Kita Shinsuke was the perfect guy. He didn’t get burnt out. The thought that he had and people were worried about it happening to him again was an insane idea. One you found you couldn’t grapple with. His friend even suggesting it had thrown you completely out of the loop.

His view of Kita was so off from who you knew he was.

Kita- someone who was going to hurt himself from overworking?

Work was that man’s fuel.

It was impossible for him to get hurt from it. Telling yourself that, you could breathe a little easier. You were glad to have heard Kita reassuring his little harem, that something like that wouldn’t happen. Or at least not again. You were absolutely going to get a shower to wash off the residue of that conversation, but you felt better knowing the perfectionist had things under control with his posy.

I mean, come on, that was the kind of person he was. Someone who didn’t lose it; from overworking, to not having time for the things he loved, to overwhelming deadlines.

He was the complete opposite of you. He didn��t breakdown in libraries and freak out the next moment because “oh god, I was just a terrible person to the schools perfectionist because he pushed my buttons at the wrong time!”

He wasn’t the one who did that.

The differences between the two of you were potent. You felt a little crazy, feeling the little bit of guilt that had found it’s way into your heart. It wasn’t something you wanted to feel swimming inside you.

The cold night around you feels harsher then when you had stepped out of the school building minutes before. You cross the final street to your apartment, finally reaching your destination. Hot shower, a little studying, and coming up with ways to crush your rival were going to be the rest of what occupied your sweet, little night you decided.

— —

“Thanks for your continued support Ms. Moko, do you need any help loading up?” You ask.

“No, no. Thank you sweetheart,” Ms. Moko smiled. With her spindly arms and wrinkled face, you couldn’t help your question from popping out every time you helped her out at the market. She was too energetic to be held back by her age. Every single offer was denied unless you managed to get to her box of vegetables and fruits first.

“I’ll get the Miss’s if I need help, you know?”

Oh, that reminded you.

“Before you go, do you need any of our strawberries coming in next week? I can have them delivered directly to your place, like we did the lemons a few months back,” you leaned against the stand you worked at, teasingly adding what you knew would embarrass one of favorite customer. “I’m sure the Miss’s will appreciate it, especially since it’s your anniversary soon.”

You couldn’t see any blush on Ms. Moko’s dark face, only her puckered lips and narrowed eyes told you she was flustered. It was funny how she could drone on about her wife and not show any hint of shyness. Yet the moment anyone else brought her up, she was liable to hit you with her cane if she had it with her.

She only hmmmed though, before finally agreeing to the strawberries being delivered. You happily made the arrangements and wished her well. She gave a warning look when you jokingly grabbed her box, which you responded to by making a show of being hurt. She pointed her finger to where she wanted you to set it back down, all the while you were acting pained by her pointing. Eventually she had her groceries and was fading into the crowd, hobbling home to her wife.

It always made you giddy seeing the older woman. One reason being her amazing recipes, which if you were lucky and caught her in a good mood, she’d share. Another reason being her relationship. She always gloated and showed off her wife. And when they were with each other, she might’ve been more boisterous then usual. Regardless of that, when the two were together… well, they made life seem peaceful. They smiled at one another and all of a sudden it was just the two of them. You couldn’t help daydreaming about yourself in their places. Wouldn’t that be nice, to be in love like that?

You decide, you won’t tell your boss about the little discount you added to Ms.Moko’s sale.

— —

You love your market stand job and you love fruits and you love vegetables. Except maybe you hated all of those things right now.

You bite into a shitty, SHITTY carrot. Again.

The crunch of it has you feeling a type of angry you usually reserve for breakdowns and Kita. Both of which would sometimes coincide to make even bigger, angrier feelings.

This carrot however- it might, just might be beating that combined anger.

Of all the days you could’ve had this kind of mix up it had to be today. And of all the foods, it had to be carrots.

You liked carrots as much as the next person, but this was too much. You were on your fifth one and you were sick of the taste and you weren’t even half way to being full. You had recently gotten bushels upon bushels at the stand in the market that employed you. Your boss had explained they’d miscalculated how many would grow, from when they first planted the seeds.

They had let you and their two other employees take a bag home. At the time, you had joyfully grabbed them, filling your empty lunch sack. It was empty thanks to your lunch break only an hour earlier.

They were nice carrots, rich in color and flavor, and maybe if you let yourself enjoy them, the fact that you had brought them as your only source of food for class today, would fade from your mind.

You tried that for about five seconds, till the look on your face had your friend next to you scooting a foot away.

You shoot them a sour look. “Are you the one eating the carrots?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! But you look like your gonna take the pointy end of that thing and stab someone,” She looks apologetic as she tries to cover up her small giggles, adding, “that someone being me.”

In response, you bite down on your carrot.

“Come on,” she laughs, before the look in your eyes has her sobering up. “I would’ve shared food if had any today, you know I only had the one class.” You feel her poke your stomach. “I seriously didn’t know you were gonna bring your whole carrot garden to Bio.”

You huff, “Yeah, I know… It’s just not fair that the one day I do this to myself,” you gesture at the full bag of carrots. “The one person I know who always bring snacks- just.. doesn’t.”

“I’ll bring cookies next time?”

You give your friend a light shove and you both can’t stop smiles from popping out. Your friend, Clara, did have killer cookie baking skills. So, you could forgive her this time.

After a little more chatter, you put away your orange monstrosities and bid your friend goodbye, heading to your next class.

You get there sooner than usual. For this class, your usual is around five minutes late. Despite everything, you couldn’t seem to get to this one on time. Not even your rivalry with Kita had helped. It was an enigma. You’d basically given up on knowing what was going on in the first few minutes of this class.

So letting yourself feel triumphant on your early arrival, you take a free seat at the front of the class. The teacher might feint when she got a load of your timing skills today.

If only your timing and your lunch packing skills were at the same level… your stomach was growling again. Why did your belly have to be so demanding? You’d get it food as soon as you could. Food that wasn’t carrots.

Your stomach growled louder than ever at that inner declaration.

Fine then, a couple more orange toothpicks to buy silence.

Pulling your carrot sack back out you grabbed two decent sized ones. You’d crunch through them to keep your stomach satisfied. However, it felt, to put it simply, terrible. Eating just to quench the squirming hunger in your belly left you a little sick.

You liked enjoying your food. You wouldn’t have gotten a job at a vegetable, fruit, and occasional flower stand if you didn’t. Food that was well cared for had a taste, and you loved it.

These carrots had been grown with that care, and they tasted good.. it’s just.. eating what was now your 12th, with nothing but the only taste it could provide on it’s own, was bland after a while.

Your head turned at the sound of a familiar voice.

Kita’s voice carried across the room. His tone was serious and quiet as he talked with the teacher and without realizing it, on some bizarre instinct, your head tilted with a mocking smile.

As they finished up, he sported what might be called an almost frown. He looked berated, and truly, you swear. You couldn’t help what you did next.

As he walked past wear you sat up, you called out to him, “Hey sunshine! We’re you going looking so happy?”

For a moment, it seemed he might be mad from your words. The light caught his face wrong, you guessed, because his reply came out polite.

“To meet up with my friends.”

That didn’t exactly satisfy your sudden sparked curiosity. Much like your carrots weren’t satisfying your hungry stomach.

“That’s nice,” you drawl, making him pause. He’d always stop to talk with others if they were speaking to him.

It’d be rude to leave when someone was clearly still talking to you (that was his life motto you guessed).

“What we’re you and Kaen chatting about?” You prod, throwing most if not all subtlety out the window. You were practically on the edge of your seat, you wanted to know what had him down in the dumps so bad.

“Nothing that concerns you.”

Was that a jaw tightening? And was Kita avoiding your question..? It looked like he’d much rather run than stay for a minute more. It looked like for once you actually had him.

You hum, giddy at how easy it was keeping him stuck in place, as you think through your next question.

“Is that because you think it’d go over my head or something?”

You take a bite out of a carrot and try to hide the sudden grimace, hellbent on forcing it’s way onto your face.

That’s when it happens. You lose the game you had only just started.

“No, I’m sure you’d understand clearly if I told you.” He says with what you think could be gritted teeth, and reaching into his backpack he pulls out something you can’t quite make out. “Im not telling you, because there’s no need for anyone to get wrapped up in it. It’s a problem for me to deal with. So again, please don’t concern yourself.”

With that, he forces a crinkled rectangle onto your table and walks away in a storm. His backpack is thrown on with more force then you think you might’ve ever seen from him.

You stare at the rectangle.

With stubborn reluctance, you pick it up, and unwrapping it, think back to the look on Kita’s face.

He had been blazing. Emotion had enveloped him, and you’d felt frozen in place when he answered your questions.

Whatever that had been, you’d lost. You lift the bar to your lips and bite down, shoving your confusing feelings down along with the food.

You’re not going to say thanks for the granola bar.

— —

It wasn’t cowardice from the previous days tussle with Kita, that made you choose a seat behind him.

It was the belief and the sudden epiphany that this spot was better for productivity. How was it better? Well hey, your intuition said not to worry about the how’s of it. Plus, the trash can was only three rows away now. Perfect for throwing away wrappers. Like granola bar wrappers.

NO. Not that, because it was.. it was actually great for banana peals. Yeah. Perfect for them since fruits and vegetables were the better choice. Obviously the better choice when you were a gardener.

You watched Kita, who’s attention belonged to your professor. Who’s attention had belonged to the teacher since the very start of class and was still somehow on the teacher now, at the end. He was rapt, like if he ended up missing a single thing, it’d be over for him. He sure didn’t know how to relax.

You huffed, annoyed suddenly by your choice to sit back. If Kita stayed focused on the lesson all of class while you stared at him, there would be no progress in overcoming him. You could strangle your laidback, self assured self. It needed to stay out of the way til you accomplished what you’d been working towards.

You tapped your pencil, trying to think of what you could do. Kita was in such a state that he wouldn’t even notice an earthquake if it hit right now. He’d pick up nothing other then the words coming out of the teachers mouth.

But maybe you could get his attention if you asked for it. Or better then yet, force him into giving you his attention.

Your pencil was a simple yellow no. 2, it’s eraser half gone thanks to the mistakes you’d made using it. Combined with your outstretched arm, it was long enough to reach Kita. Leaning forward in your seat, you jab him in the center of his back.

He starts, turning to face you after a moment of recollecting himself. He says your name slowly, like he’s testing it to make sure it’s safe. You grace him with nothing less than a condescending smirk. He study’s your face and you ignore how nervous you are under his questioning eyes. Finally, “Did ya need something?”

It’s uttered softly, with an edge expertly hidden in its depths. One you’re sure only you can pick up. Its like he’s sitting you down and trying to get an explanation for your bad behavior. You feel yourself tense up.

The edge is something you often notice when he talks to you. It follows you around, judging, falling off when he talks to his friends, or teachers, or anyone other than you. You can hear it fade and come back in, like the ocean’s tide. It pisses you off.

You let your smirk fall away and answer truthfully.

“Just you.”

He frowns slowly, shaking his head as he says, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

You speak carefully, eyes darting to what the teacher is showing on the rooms big screen.

“I need you,” you begin. Kita shakes his head slower, watching you with his full attention.

“I still don’t understand.” He says carefully.

You smile while fishing out your phone. Kita’s eyes still on you, taking in your movement’s, trying to puzzle out what you’re saying, as you snap a picture of the screen and finish. “To give me your attention.”

With a flourish, you stand up, shoving your things away, watching as Kita turns back around to the screen just as it’s shut off by the teacher.

Shock plasters his face, and then understanding. His mouth is a thin line, a big contrast to your large grin.

“See you later Kita!” You bound away, mood lifted from any weight previously pushing down on it.

You don’t see the expression left on Kita’s face as you walk away. You don’t wonder what it might’ve been until later.

— —

In your lifetime, you’d gotten plenty of comments about being a bit of an idiot. Those were easy to ignore. The feeling in your chest saying that you definitely are one is not.

You feel wound up tight, like all the parts of you are trying to find where they fit and getting twisted around each other instead.

When starting a conversation with Kita, there was the expectation that he would respond back and be attentive, no matter what. The subject or if he was comfortable or even if he despised who he was talking to. There was always the assurance that it didn’t matter to Kita.

You relied on the fact that he responded to people the way that he did. You relished in it.

And yet, you’d found that you were talking to yourself with him that day.

His head had turned in the opposite direction and for far too long you’d continued on speaking, ignorant to the new development you had no idea how to handle. When you finally understood that something was wrong, you’d moved yourself in front of Kita and repeated your last sentence.

You were met with the kind of facial expression that would forever be imprinted in your mind, but couldn’t describe as it had really been. If you were to try; then it was as if you had gotten on the wrong bus and off at the wrong stop, asked for directions from a local, only to find they didn’t speak your language and just wanted you out of their way.

The lost feeling rushing inside you had spiked when he turned his body away from you.

Well, it was stupid of you (who’s really surprised by that), but you ended up laughing and talking a little longer, only walking away after you’d had the last word. Which is funny now thinking back on it. Kita hadn’t exactly contributed any words in that conversation. Of course you’d have the last one.

All you can do is think whatever rather childishly. But it’s not like you needed that guy to talk to you. He was the one who was going to need your help eventually. Acting the way he was, it just showed you how he was exactly the kind of person you hated.

You could live with your insides being twisted and unsure of where to go. They’d learn to work it the hell out. And it was sad that he was going to give up after one tiny win from you.

You don’t need someone who pushes back on everything except, apparently you.

Really thinking about it, it was what you’d wanted. All this time, you’d just been waiting for him to do this. In the library when you were panicking and in tears, with everything crumbling and falling apart around you-

you’d just wished he hadn’t been looking at you.

You were getting what you wanted.

— —

It was a mantra.

You were glad Kita wasn’t paying attention to you. You were glad Kita wasn’t paying attention to you. You were glad Kita wasn’t paying attention to you. You were-

His stupid face popping into your space during your classes was the real reason you kept having to repeat it to yourself. The two of you had been partners in one class, at your insistence, and now that you weren’t speaking to one another you’d switched to soloing things.

Currently, the class was working on projects that focused around growth and change.

It wasn’t hard deciding to document the growth and change of one of your personal plants at home. Though, looking at the parameters of the project, you needed to document a lot of your chosen plant. You settled on a seed. It’d show the most progress that way. The end result where the plant would be in full bloom would also add to the contrast of where it had started.

You were actually pretty excited about it.

You’d get to bring in your plant when you were finished. Show it alongside your paper, where everyone would ohh and ahh over them both.

The project made you especially glad when you thought of Kita. You doubted he was the type of person to find seeds and plants exciting. You didn’t have to talk with him about it, knowing he was only fake listening. He’d probably done that countless times. Paying attention because he had to. Not because he enjoyed what you were saying to him.

What an annoying, conniving person. You hated knowing he was writing a boring paper about the change and growth in the paper clip industry or maybe air conditioners over the years. Ughhh, it was going to be something simple and painfully long like when he did his Bio presentation on naked mole rats.

His time had got cut because of its length and you’d had to ask about it after class since he’d got stopped at a cliffhanger of a spot. Kita seemed happy to oblige and talk about it with you at the time, but honestly he must’ve been faking that. If he was that glad to talk to you, there was assuredly some other reason he was wearing a smile.

Maybe he thought it was dumb you wanted an in-depth explanation on the animal’s insane breeding habits..

Was it really that weird if you wanted him to explain it? To hear him talk like he was excited to be in your company and- ah fuck.

You were thinking about him again.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You were glad Kita wasn’t paying attention to you. You were, you were, you were.

— —

Seconds turn to minutes turn to hours turn to weeks.

And suddenly. There’s only 2 of those weeks left till your project is due.

It’d gone by slow at first. Time only slipping away when you turned your back on it. Lately it had been speeding up, and you couldn’t help thinking it was the way you’d tucked Kita away into a small corner of your mind.

Focusing on your work, both in classes and at your job, has pushed him to a corner you didn’t frequent. There was no more of him to bother and distract you with.

You feel the triumph of it and realize it’s similar to the first days of when you’d begun pushing yourself to outdo Kita. It was a relief to be back in that headset.

It was also a relief to know your boss was going to give you a raise. Sure, you enjoyed what you did at the stand, but ohh, you were excited to be making a little more an hour. The thought of it and your renewed vigor towards your battlesque relationship with Kita, had you skipping around the market stall.

You were so lost in your happy bubble, that you didn’t even realize Ms. Moko was behind you. That is till she took her cane and gave a bop that, while didn’t hurt, was hard enough to make you whine.

You glared at the woman.

“Your favorite food supplier is fragile you know?”

All she did was laugh at that. You narrowed your eyes. “What’s so funny?”

“How do you know you’re my favorite, dear?” She snorted, while composing herself. “There happens to be a very nice young man who’s company I also enjoy here at the market.”

“Oh, really?” You cross your arms. You refused to believe that. Absolutely refused. “I think you’re just saying that. I know I’m your favorite.”

“Well, I can’t deny I don’t enjoy your personality a dollop more. Much spunkier then the lad,” she made a tut sound, as she shook her head sadly. “The boy doesn’t argue against a thing. Oh!”

She turned around suddenly as if the man himself could overhear, before leaning closer and saying in a conspiratorial tone, “I demanded he give me a pound of rice for free once! I said I needed compensation for something or other, but just as a joke! Imagine my surprise when the darned boy took me seriously, wouldn’t let me not take the rice after.”

You scrunched your nose. “So you actually have another supplier you like more then me?”

Ms. Moko raised an eyebrow, “Did I say that?”

“You didn’t have to,” you sigh dramatically. “The guy gave you two pounds of free rice after you messed with him. I’d have given you rotten food if I was him.”

You laugh when you feel the light wack of a cane on your leg. You grab a couple of fruits and turn to organize them on a stand. You giggle.

“Seriously Ms. Moko, how can I compete with this mysterious angel?” You teased.

“Give me a discount on those raspberries over there and you can be my favorite.”

You couldn’t help the burst of laughter that tumbled out of you, as you grabbed the raspberries your favorite costumer wanted. Her self satisfied smile as you priced the item down made the warm feeling in your chest burn bright.

It was nice talking to someone who you understood. Even if they did hit you with a cane.

“Do you need help getting these to-

“Ah ah ah! No help! I don’t need it.” She glared for good measure before turning away.

You turned to go back to your organizing when a thought struck you.

“Moko! Ms. Moko! Wait,” you called, hurrying over to her.

“Dear, please,” she started, exasperation clear in her voice.

You talked fast before she could tell you not to help her.

“Introduce me to your angel sometime,” you smiled. “If he really does exists, I wanna showoff my position as your number one, best market helper, ‘kay?”

— —

You wished you hadn’t.

It’s Kita. He’s crouching down and suddenly he’s lifting a crate that looks too big for his medium stature.

It’s probably got rice in it, you think numbly.

Rice. Like the same kind he gave to Ms. Moko.

You feel like laughing as Ms. Moko chatters on about the “sweet, considerate young man” who is Kita fucking Shinsuke.

You can’t even be mad. You did this to yourself and now you’re going to have to walk over to Kita and try to talk to him and have Ms. Moko watch as he ignores you.

You laugh a little as you think about how Ms. Moko described Kita. He wasn’t that considerate if he was petulantly ignoring you over a joke. Or maybe it was self preservation against someone he looked down on?

Either way it wasn’t sweet!!

Thinking about it, as you watched him walk with rice crates, you couldn’t help a wave of superiority hit you. Kita… was ignoring you. He was actively ignoring YOU. Even though he talked and was kind to everyone. Even though he was perfect.. he actually wasn’t?

He wasn’t perfect if he couldn’t keep the perfection he had up with you! He wouldnt even listen to you, how was he considerate if he didn’t even listen to you?! Ha!

You suddenly felt a lot better about going up to “talk” with Ms. Moko’s rice man.

He’d greet his favorite costumer.. only to look over and see you- His favorite costumer’s, real favorite market employee! Mwahah!

He’d be humiliated knowing he was engaging with Ms. Moko who was super close to you (closer than he was with her). Suddenly, Ms. Moko would find herself face to face with a rude, petty person.

And there was only room for one of those kinds of people in her life!

You!

She’d leave Mr. Angel; then you’d get the best score on your plant, growth essay, and be seen as the sweetest person at your school and market!

You felt your satisfaction curl inside you expectantly as Kita deposited his last rice box and finally turned towards Ms. Moko and you.

Biting your lip to keep down a smile, you followed Ms. Moko to meet her angel.

“Hi there stranger!” You greeted cheerily. You were ready to see Kita lose his customer.

His eyes met yours, and without missing a beat he greeted you.

“Hello, stranger,” a smidge of humor present in his voice, he talked to you to your open mouthed horror.

“It’s a pleasure to meet ya.”

You saw his hand reach out to shake yours through a fog of astonishment.

You felt a nudge on your shoulder and looking to your left, saw Ms. Moko giving you the stink eye. Though you were sure that the look was actually concern. Straightening yourself, you reached out to Kita.

His hand was warm and calloused, and fit snuggly in your own.

“Super nice,” you say. “Er, really, it’s nice to meet you.”

Trying to keep yourself enthusiastic, so as not to show anything to Moko, you switched your hold on Kita’s hand.

You ignore the raise of his brow as you drag him away from his stand, all while yelling. “Ms. Moko tells me you’re a bit of an angel, but I happen to know for a fact that out of the two of us-

I’m the one with a halo,” you gulp air down, suddenly realizing you were out of breath as you let go of Kita’s hand and grab a couple of deformed veggies you had stowed away earlier in the day.

What were you doing? A good question your brain was asking, but not important enough as you watched Ms. Moko’s angel pick up the veggies you had set before him. They all had unusual deformities that made them hard to sell. The common trait that the vegetables all had in common was the loose circle shape they had grown into.

They resembled a halo. His expression was unreadable to you as he looked them over.

“Did ya grow ‘em?” He finally asked, emphasizing the you (well, the ya). You tried not to take offense to the question. Instead of overthinking the way he had asked it or why, you forced your head into a silence and answered.

“Well no, not any of these. I have my own garden at my apartment with similar types of veggies but these are from my bosses field, they usually get discarded unless any of the employees want them, so uh..” you clear your throat, pushing the panic away and letting the adrenaline keep you talking. “So you can have them if you want.”

Wondering what you should add to your vegetable gift so he knows it’s to one up him, you think it’s quite silly when no words to show him up, pop into your head.

The beat of your heart drums in your ears as you watch Kita. He looks a little taken aback and you find that you can understand him in this moment. You’re also taken aback by your sudden actions.

Pursing his lips in a way that makes it seem as if he’s holding back a smile, he thanks you.

You nod your head, wondering when this interaction will stop so you can stop feeling so out of sorts. You weren’t usually so impulsive.

You immediately backtracked on that thought since it wasn’t true. Feeling flustered you turned your body away from Kita’s, keeping him in the corner of your view. He was gathering up the pile of vegetables, consisting of mostly squash’s, and was taking his sweet time arranging them so none would fall. He didn’t need to be so gentle. But you supposed it was nice of him to be so careful, especially when you now knew how much hidden muscle power he had in his arms from rice carrying. And rice growing too perhaps?

Turning your head just a smidge more towards him, you see that the almost grin you thought you saw was a full fledged smile.

You smile seeing it.

And whip your head away when he turns to you, a question written all over his face.

You don’t get to hear it.

“Did neither of you consider slowing down for the disabled seventy year old lady?!”

You both startle as Ms. Moko appears in your stall, huffing.

Realization hits that while you had just done that for Kita to avoid suspicion from Ms. Moko, you had left her behind in your hurry as well. Tripping over yourself as you begin an apology, you hear Kita do the same while Ms. Moko gives indignant glares to both of you.

“Honestly, can’t my favorite discount givers get along?” She asked, trying to look hurt by her abandonment, all while a gleam shone clear in her eye.

You can’t help but laugh at that and feel a bit of warmth blossom when you hear a small laugh come from Kita as well. Both of you understood Ms. Moko’s intentions pretty well apparently.

If you two could get along, she would be reaping the benefits.

— —

It’s an odd companionship. One you still felt reluctance towards.

You got silent treatment to the max in every single one of your classes still, but a barrier had been broken. One that for weeks before had prevented any conversation between you and Kita.

His presence in the market was something you were becoming keenly aware of as he began inserting himself in your market stall. After your first run in, he had begun to drop by with what you had deemed Very Important Questions.

“What kinda’ fertilizers do ya use?”

“Have yer chives flowered yet? I haven’t seen any blooms from mine.”

“Did ya know I tried the cider recipe my grandma gave me, and ended up nearly poisoning Osamu with the end result?”

You laughed at his inquiries more than you would like to admit.

The overlapping interests you both shared had created a bridge. One you were both rushing to cross at all these perfect questions you had for one another. Questions you didn’t get to ask anyone else. You couldn’t hate Kita while you were both at the market is what you finally conceded. The benefits you reaped from the interactions could obviously override any minor annoyances you felt towards him while working.

Besides, you still had your desire to one up him in your classes. A goal you were steadily making progress at. Already the D+ you used to have was a B- and all the C’s and B’s were A’s. It was clear that you could give him a little leeway at the market where grades weren’t involved.

There was also the dilemma of how you’d been wrong about Kita. Your surety that he would hate participating in a conversation about plants was proven wrong. Eat every opportunity, Kita jumped to talk plants. It was beginning to become clear that plants were the biggest thing in both of your lives. And the way he couldn’t stop the happy looks that would take over his face as he discussed his growing techniques and the farm he had. Well, it was the same kind of look you got when you talked about your garden at your apartment. Or your hopes of opening a stand of your own someday.

It was nice having that in common with someone your age.

So yeah, he made your market interactions worth it. Even when you learned more about him then you asked and found yourself sharing personal things too, you could live with it. It meant getting to your shared interest; plants.

Your personal plants were all growing greener and you knew that it was probably thanks to the man you despised. At school, that was. He was fine elsewhere.

All a byproduct from your newfound draw at the market. And, you realized, Ms. Moko’s little push in each other’s direction.

Following that line of thought, you felt bad for her. She wasn’t actually getting more discounts from you and Kita. To her chagrin, the bond she’d helped form was actually having the opposite effect. It must’ve been the biggest downside to the strange companionship.

With you talking to Kita, you had the ability to hold certain plant related pieces of information hostage to get the “angel” to hold back on his discounts.

You’d feel guilty if you weren’t helping Kita’s rice business. It would never get bigger with the way he priced his rice!

This sweet gesture on your part, was more for his grandma than him. Forcing his hand in upping the prices was important to keep their farm up and running. She was his only family you had quickly learned, and with Kita being the provider you were anxious at the thought of an accident leading to bankruptcy in the little family.

It was therefore reasonable for you to threaten to never share how to grow orchids (a very tricky flower to keep alive) with Kita, if he didn’t keep his prices more consistent.

Let it be known, that this had been very hard with the way Kita had frowned. Your heart had twisted, which was also reasonable, since you too wanted to discount food for people.

These exchanges were building up everyday. Before you knew it, your mind was wandering to when Kita would come along and ask you about your fruits at home. You were agonizing over how to talk to his grandma if you ever ran into her. There was even the occasional unsure moments of wondering when you should run over to see him, obviously at the slowest times of his stalls day, but figuring out when that was was tricky.

You didn’t always get a full conversation with him at his stall. It made you wish that you had the same ease with him at school. Then you could take all the time you needed to talk. Maybe you could start a small discussion over plants with him in Bio class and see what would happen..?

That was too much though, you already knew. The way you both acted there was too different.

You were sure Kita still hated you there.

— —

You want him to turn around, and maybe if you think it hard enough he’ll do it.

It’s a thought that’s been rotating in your head for the past twelve minutes and 10, 11, 12 seconds. (Fine, you hadn’t really been counting that exactly but the dramatics mattered to you) Your feelings had felt jumbled since your presentation that morning. If you could get Kita to turn around, maybe you could deny what was happening in your chest.

The day to present your plant, which had bloomed perfectly- and essay on its growth had come at last, and with it a good luck from Kita.

It had surprised and left a hit, nervous energy behind with it. One that distracted you from the sentences and words on your notecards, the thing you really needed to focus on. But it was the first time you’d talked together in two months!

Or at school it was anyway.

There was talk from classmates around you about the good luck that hadn’t helped your focus either. When you’d said the final word, from your final essay, with the confidence that you had just scored an A, you were met with a pot of flowers. The distraction had returned full force, and with it a burning sensation. Kita had hidden them away during the classes presentation’s and brought them out after as a congratulatory gift.

He’d given them with a little speech.

“I’ve never known anyone with the kinda drive ya have: for plants, good grades, or for helpin’ the people around ya. I know we don’t always agree on certain things or get along, and that maybe you still don’t like me fully.. but ya’ve helped me in a lot of ways and I want ya to know it means a lot to me.”

It should’ve pissed you off.

The flowers were brilliant. Healthy and tall, and when you looked up the type they were later on, you’d discovered they were a hard to grow genus.

They were much more impressive then the sunflower you had grown and presented to the class along with your presentation on it. Yet, you found you didn’t care. It hadn’t mattered at all that he was technically showing you up. You knew the gesture might be him trying to one up you.

But you also knew it could’ve been him saying he cared.

That he had probably thought of you as he picked them out. Or there was the possibility that he had grown them himself. Growing them until he could present you with a physical sentiment of a passion you both shared. It squeezed your heart.

The flowers had left you unable to look Kita in the eyes. The feeling inside of you had been around in the past, pricking you and branching out slowly, only now reaching this point where it was nearly bursting from your chest. You knew you couldn’t deny what was happening any longer.

You didn’t hate Kita. You liked him so much, it was hard to think clearly around him.

#haikyuu!!#kita shinsuke #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #kita x reader #kita x y/n #kita x you #haikyuu kita #hq fluff #part 2 hehe #haikyuu fic #ohhh my god #oh my goddddd #it’s done it’s here #kita fic #enemies to lovers #or is this rivals to lovers??#please tell me your thoughts #writing this was an act of both self love and hate

59 notes · View notes

consultingjedi · 1 year

Text

the sleep no more excerpt dropped, and i… have a lot of thoughts. too many thoughts. nearly two thousand words of thoughts under the cut (though half of those are quotes).

!!! huge spoilers for all of the october daye series !!!

(some details referenced from the wiki. thank you wiki contributors, you're amazing.)

> The two Moving Days, when the least among us—those ranked even lower than changelings like myself—are free to pack up their lives and move along to their next home.

whee, starting off immediately fucked up. the moving day description is very "the exception that proves the rule" – apparently fae can only leave at this time.

also, no doubt that changelings' lots are even worse now than they were before.

> Oberon himself has granted his blessing

has he? has he, titania? is he even around, by choice or otherwise?

> the levels of hospitality required by Oberon’s decree and not a crumb or comment more

color me unsurprised that amandine holds to the mere letter of the law and no more.

> I felt shamefully as if I held some actual station in our house.

toby fought so hard for recognition. this is a triple punch of her no longer having that recognition, still wanting that, not feeling that she deserves it.

> one of the children glanced back over her shoulder with glossy eyes and a quivering lip, making me wonder whether they had first sought sanctuary in my uncle’s halls. Fools.

well, sylvester (or some… facsimile of him) is probably around and acting terribly. rest in (hopefully temporary) peace, sylvester's character development. i wonder how much of this is luna, though.

> The bread was rich with herbs he had grown himself, and I sometimes suspected he enchanted it in some small way, to give petitioners luck on the journey yet ahead of them.

simon <3 also the back door = simon's space, front door = amandine's space is… interesting.

> removed changeling children from the household they were born to serve was not a violation of the rules, but it was unseemly at the very least, and unwise by any measure.

i will yell about this more later but. sounds bad!

> the comforting scent of smoke and roses.

on the one hand: comfort in august (and maybe simon's) magic scents! on the other hand. roses, mm, mixed connotations those have had.

> The word was devoid of context in my mind, and I opened my eyes, blinking into the dimness. What was a lawn?

and here we have the first (maybe only) evidence of leak through from the… non-titania world, whatever that may be. at the very least toby knows some things she shouldn't.

> thank Oberon and his beautiful bride

bride? singular? titania what are you doing…

> There is no shame in standing by the rules of your house.

honestly this feels like the most out of character thing for toby yet. toby, breaker of rules and shirker of authority, expressing obedience? oof.

> My blood and magic clearly felt the same, for they had never been inclined to illusions, however hard I struggled to master and call them forth. Nothing in me wished to lie.

this is… a lot. does toby know she's dochas sidhe, not daoine? if she does, does she know what that means for her in terms of magical strengths and abilities?? and "nothing in me wished to lie" – hahahah, except for the huge lie of her entire fake life that titania has forced upon her.

> The kitchen is and has always been Father’s domain. [...] I have always felt most comfortable in the kitchen and the kitchen garden.

simon and toby <3 <3 <3

> I am better left behind the scenes, protected and anonymous. Father sees that need in me, and has always done his best to nurture it.

whiplash! ouch, terribly, no good, very bad. i wonder how much of this on simon's part is an attempt to protect toby-the-changeling from the awfulness of titania's faerie, and how much of it is the changelings-as-servants mindset from that very same… (there is some interesting similarity here of toby not really enjoying the limelight/public speaking/etc, but she's no shrinking violet by any means.)

> A direct descendant of Melia, then, most likely, only two generations removed from Maeve’s dishonor.

i have many questions. is this a reference to a specific act on maeve's part or something else? a real action twisted into something else by titania or something made up entirely?

> The children of the Firstborn are meant to know better, to be better as an example for all of Faerie.

here, i wonder how much of this is amandine versus how much of it is titania.

> neither of which I was authorized to give

the difference between toby in her own home providing shelter to so many, and here in amandine's tower not having any autonomy… ow.

> It would have pained me to lie to them. I would have done it anyway, of course. I knew my duty almost as well as I knew my place.

no comment. just… fucked up.

> We dwell here, between demesnes, because [amandine] has no desire to guide or guard a holding, only to live in peace with her family and be left alone.

well, that doesn't seem like it's changed. though obviously amandine's idea of peace doesn't usually jive well with anyone else's happiness.

> Mother had taught me they were the best Maeve could do in imitating her better sister, and should be pitied but never trusted.

ah, the usual Yikes(™).

> “Golden Shore,” said Maia. “We have heard that such as we can be welcome there.” [...] it was the best any changeling born without a promised place could hope for.

interestingly, golden shore seems to be approximately equivalent to earlier canon. maybe worse in reputation, but they did take in changelings and supply food.

> As [amandine] also refused to allow any member of her family to shop in mortal lands, we had to purchase our eggs from Golden Shore

first, wow amandine you controlling asshole. second, i bet this extends not just to shopping but to leaving the summerlands entirely. makes me wonder if titania is primarily exerting control over the summerlands and/or the kingdom of the mists, but not the rest of faerie? even for one of the Three, this must be quite an exertion of power (though it likely depends on the physicality + how many people are caught up in it, of course).

> had not Maeve so cruelly cut us off from the deeper lands of Faerie.

ahaha but oberon did that, not maeve. perhaps this is the 'dishonor' referred to earlier.

> the [changeling] children they claim rarely last a handful of seasons. They break.

fuuuuuucked up.

> “Your kindness is noted, and will be remembered,”

toby's still toby, even after it all 😭

> The lives of changelings were short and brutal, better than humans only because they could see the glories of Faerie, worth less than both humans and fae in every other possible way.

did i say fucked up? well. fucked up. and the degree to which toby has internalized this is extra fucked up.

> Who was I, orchestrated, wanted, and beloved, to pretend at understanding what they suffered? [...] If Mother tired of me and cast me out before August was ready to establish a household of her own, I had little doubt that I wouldn’t survive the year. [...] Mother has made sure I knew that well and truly.

toby, the fact that you have a legitimate concern about this directly contradicts what you just said. subconsciously she knows that amandine doesn't love her. (also, the later offer from the hamadryad for toby to leave with them is just. even strangers can see there's a fucked up dynamic here.)

> I had never lived a day outside this tower, and Oberon willing, I never would.

hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha (sarcastic). again, though, really reinforcing (via steel chair to the face) how much this is not our toby.

> My mother, Amandine, is daughter to Oberon himself, and my father, Count Torquill, keeps no noble Court because he is sworn alchemist to the Rose of Winter

first, interesting that amandine is being open about her firstborn status now. second, simon no :((((((((. third, oh fuck me sideways evening may be awake. (though, interestingly, if this is a dream world, she may still be more 'real' than other folks if she's asleep but sharing the dream-reality.) (also, 'rose of winter' – evening may also be open about her firstborn status? presumably because titania is around to favor her daughter.)

> I was simply a girl who knew her place, who was content where she was, who understood her limitations.

[screams]

> More tired than I should have been after such a brief encounter

i wonder how much of this is emotional, versus how much might be toby being tired from pregnancy?

> My name, as I have now stated twice, is October. That is all.

[SCREAMS LOUDER] did i say steel chair? sorry, i meant a wrecking ball. toby is always, always, always introduced as october daye, the knight of lost words. often with additional titles. she is never just october.

> My mother’s trick is in changing the balance of someone’s blood.

so toby knows what her mother can do, but does she know what she herself is capable of? i bet not, if amandine is trying to keep her contained.

> they rendered our social customs unstable and unsustainable, for any changeling child could get their hands upon one such and remake themselves in Titania’s image without intervention or consent.

in titania's image, hmm? also interesting, this is just like the early rhetoric around hope chests as being items of legend, unavailable to modern fae.

> Her services are but one of the many reasons changelings are better off within the Court system rather than hiding in hovels with parents who should have known better than to bear them without.

so much internalized hatred for changelings! also, amandine openly using her power in addition to being known as firstborn – doubly wild.

> I will never marry, never have a household or children of my own.

haha. hahahahahhaha. but. also. toby, i weep. she's going to be so fucking confused.

> Each noble house and each among the Firstborn is asked to do their duty, to provide a pair of hands to press into the service of greater Faerie.

this is both uhhh kind of gross and so extremely titania-esque. this hatred of changelings as lesser and yet also 'ready made servants.' forcing everyone to have kids. yikes.

> whose daughter, January, still dwelt in her father’s halls in Briarholme.

interesting, given we know jan's dad is dead and has been for almost a century. perhaps this means that january inherited the place, or that in this version of faerie her dad is… someone else?

> A pureblood could no more offer insult to a changeling than a cat could look at a king

as pointed out by many on the discord server… a cat can look at a king. but, apparently, not in titania's faerie.

> strong against iron, which would be the preferred means of disciplining an unruly commoner who somehow offended a noble.

… if i recall correctly, iron exposure is considered torture normally? and now it's used as common discipline? fucked up!

> If August left without me, my death would be the likely outcome.

hmm. yikes! i would like to think that simon and august would not let that happen, but between titania and amandine… to reiterate: yikes.

> I slumped into one of the uncomfortable couches Mother insisted were appropriate for the sitting room

it amuses me that amandine has shit taste in interior decorating.

> Something was terribly wrong, if Faerie’s children were so afraid of their own homes, their own places. I frowned to myself, a private expression. Such thoughts were unbefitting.

more cracks in the wall! toby cares, and toby knows this is fucked up, even if both her conditioning and her conscious mind are trying to tell her otherwise.

> Nothing was wrong. Nothing could be wrong, not in Titania’s Faerie. [...] To fail her was to fail Faerie.

[screams EXTREMELY loudly] this is going to go so well (dripping sarcasm).

closing thoughts: toby is in quite a bad place, but she's still herself underneath it all, and there are already some cracks showing. amandine's situation may be different but her attitude towards toby and the rest of her family clearly hasn't changed from treating them as playthings that she owns. titania seems to be... as fucked up as expected.

honestly i can't wait for this book i am so excited to see how this all catches on fire.

#october daye #uhhh meta i guess?#please tell me your thoughts #i am extremely curious for folks who had theories about this being a dream vs reality: does this excerpt change things?

26 notes · View notes