#Titania official

[real-titania]

*Bites you bites you bites you*

What the hell-

*Insert a loud screeching* GET OFF OF ME GETT OFF OF ME GET OFF OF ME GET OFF OF ME

[a-titty-ninja]

[jesuistrefatugie]

As someone who is barely over 5'1 I am seething with jealousy and mild terror.

This is a very useful reference even if it's to be taken with a grain of salt.

Tellius Height Chart, or People in Tellius are How Tall?!

So, I was looking through the dead wasteland that is Twitter a little while ago, scrolling through the comments on a screenshot of Fire Emblem Engage showing Ike's Emblem fighting alongside...one of the new characters.

For my fellow beers-per-bald-eagle citizens, that's 76.77 inches, or 6'4.8" (rounding to 6'5").

And ho boy, if that is a fact, then that has some ramifications for the size of the people on Tellius because they're all close in height to him, if not massively larger than him. I know we all joke about Ike being super big in Radiant Dawn, but he seems kind of average compared to the others.

Spoilers and length below the cut.

(Screenshots courtesy of poledoo on YouTube...this post is honestly courtesy of poledoo and Odyssey RPG and every other Tellius YouTuber so I could find every obscure cutscene and base conversation to get the measurements and references I needed, along with Kantopia for having all the concept art imaged so beautifully)

So, obviously, I had to look for this Good Smile Ike Figure.

The website lists this figure as 1/7th scale, and 420 mm in height. This means that scaled up to 1:1, the total height is 2,940 mm or 294 cm. That means I just have to figure out how tall the Ike figure is in comparison to its total height, and I can double check the math. If it maths correctly, we should be around the same number.

After using the power of photoshop to figure out his height based on his pose, I came up with a size of ≈279mm, or ≈195 cm at scale, but then I realized my height calculation included the heels of his boots, so when I cut that out, I arrived at ≈273.4mm, or ≈191cm at 1:1 scale (6'3") without shoes.

Ike is big confirmed. Incidentally, I took the liberty of measuring Ragnell, and it was 185cm at 1:1 scale (6'1"). GOOD LORD THAT BLADE IS FUCKING HUGE. SOMEONE ELSE DO THE MATH ON HOW MUCH IT WEIGHS

So, then, I began the process of figuring out how tall every major character is. Fortunately, the devs had made a height scale for Path of Radiance when making the character models and decided to share some of that with us. The translated height chart was provided by XKAN and microwaveit on Kantopia

So that cut out a lot of the larger characters for me, but this chart was not an exact science. There are two places where Ike is compared to Reyson and Leanne, and like, what am I supposed to do? Their heads seem to be at about the same level, but their bodies are different sizes and the feet aren't all level.

I worked off the chart, primarily for the characters shown in it, compared to Ike's concept art, and just scaled their feet down to be level with Ike's feet. I also used concept art primarily because they're in more neutral standing poses, the height would be easier to work off of.

I then compared the characters to Ike's portrait in cutscenes in Path of Radiance. In order to arrive at their true height, I would make sure they were all scaled together with whatever footwear they're wearing (soles, heels, highheels, etc.) and then moved them down on the scale to remove the footwear from their total height.

I then used Titania as a cross game bookmark for Ike's scale in Radiant Dawn (fun fact, with shoes, they are the same height, just about), and brought in all the Radiant Dawn specific characters. I also scaled characters that were young enough in Path of Radiance to have grown in Radiant Dawn to Radiant Dawn Ike's portrait.

For fun, for characters in both games that weren't going through height growths in the intervening three years, I would compare them to Path of Radiance Ike and Radiant Dawn Ike to see how consistent the heights were. Some were very consistent, others...not so much.

I mean, look at Reyson! In Radiant Dawn, he's only up to about Ike's headband, but in Path of Radiance, he had a good amount of height over Ike. Scaling Reyson to both instances...shows a vastly different height.

And then we have characters like Zelgius, who are exceptionally consistent...aside from when they're the Black Knight.

As you can see, Zelgius wears stilts while in the Black Knight suit, that's why it's not obvious to anyone aside from Ranulf. That one edited image of Radiant Dawn Ike surrounded by Zelgius in Black Knight Armor, Zelgius, and Black Knight amuses me highly.

For characters like Reyson, I did the best I could with what I had.

Some characters were harder to scale. According to the height chart, Caineghis and Tibarn are much taller than the scale of their portraits on cutscenes. For example, in the art book, Ike should be up to Tibarn's shoulders, but in the game, he's up to Tibarn's eyes.

I figured that the super big characters had to be scaled down/bending over to fit within the frame, so for Gareth and Dheginsea, I scaled their body art to their portraits, and they did come out drastically taller than where Ike's portrait comes up to them. I double checked Dheginsea against Kurthnaga in The Gathering cutscene from Path of Radiance, since they were standing straight at the same height on a flat surface, and Dheginsea came out about the same size as my body art experiment.

Look at all smol my son is compared to Dheginsea Kurthnaga looks so tiny at this truer scale, much smaller than the portraits make him look in comparison to the laguz royals. For Rajaion, I decided the portrait method was good enough, and compared his portrait to Ena's, and went from there.

For Elena, I compared the scale of her only model seen in game against Greil, since they're both lying flat on the ground here, and scaled her accordingly.

So, with my double checking and triple checking completed (although maybe I needed to quadruple check, I invite you to quadruple check me), I got all the characters to scale, and then measured how tall they are without footwear boosters.

For Sanaki in Path of Radiance, I suspected that as some characters appear smaller in cutscenes, she appeared larger than she actually was. In order to get her height, there is only one time we see her model for anything, and that's at the end of Daybreaks when she goes to apologize to the herons.

I used Soren and Ike's feet to find the angle the character models were standing on and compared her to Elincia to arrive at Sanaki's height in Path of Radiance.

Without further adieu, here is the final chart I came up with. Anyone wanting straight measurements can look below the chart, where characters are listed in alphabetical order. Characters without full body art are included in the list, but were not included in the imaged height chart. I'm fairly certain that most of the characters are within an inch (2.54cm) of the height I calculated (maybe 2 or three inches for Dheginsea, Gareth, and Rajaion). Anyone without fully body art is probably near 3 inches of the final height, because of factors I cannot see, and therefore, cannot control for.

If you find anything that doesn't sound right to you, leave a comment, reblog, or ask, and I'll take another look when I have the time. By the time I had moved onto measuring the heights of characters in row two I was cackling in disbelief at how tall these people are. It's hilarious and mind-boggling.

Edit to make this much clearer: These are the numbers I came up with based on the methods that I provided above. Please do not share these numbers as canon, and if you share this image, or any part of it, on another site please make it clear in your post that the "height was calculated by a fan." Thank you, I deeply appreciate your assistance in not spreading misinformation.

(I've edited the image to add a soft watermark so crops of this shared on the internet are less likely to be misinterpreted as canon information)

Aimee, 184.6 cm, 6' 0.7"

Almedha, 180.7 cm, 5' 11.1"

Amy, 107.4 cm, 3' 6.3"

Aran, 188.6 cm, 6' 2.3"

Ashera, 202.1 cm, 6' 7.6"

Ashnard, 202.9 cm, 6' 7.9"

Ashunera, 183.8 cm, 6' 0.4"

Astrid, 176.7 cm, 5' 9.6"

Bastian, 195 cm, 6' 4.8"

Black Knight, 203.7 cm, 6' 8.2"

Boyd age 18, 180.7 cm, 5' 11.1"

Boyd age 21, 185 cm, 6' 0.8"

Brom, 186 cm, 6' 1.2"

Caineghis, 202.9 cm, 6' 7.9"

Calill, 174.3 cm, 5' 8.6"

Daniel, 193.4 cm, 6' 4.1"

Danved, 195 cm, 6' 4.8"

Dheginsea, 222.8 cm, 7' 3.7"

Edward, 173.5 cm, 5' 8.3"

Elena, 178.3 cm, 5' 10.2"

Elincia, 175.1 cm, 5' 8.9"

Ena, 173.1 cm, 5' 8.1"

Fiona, 176.7 cm, 5' 9.6"

Gareth, 220.4 cm, 7' 2.8"

Gatrie, 190.2 cm, 6' 2.9"

Geoffrey, 190.2 cm, 6' 2.9"

Giffca, 201.3 cm, 6' 7.3"

Greil, 201.3 cm, 6' 7.3"

Haar, 193.4 cm, 6' 4.1"

Heather, 183.8 cm, 6' 0.4"

Hetzel, 179.9 cm, 5' 10.8"

Ike age 17, 183.8 cm, 6' 0.4"

Ike age 20, 191 cm, 6' 3.2"

Ilyana age 16, 170.3 cm, 5' 7"

Ilyana age 19, 174.7 cm, 5' 8.8"

Izuka, 171.9 cm, 5' 7.7"

Janaff, 178.7 cm, 5' 10.4"

Jarod, 192.6 cm, 6' 3.8"

Jill, 182.2 cm, 5' 11.7"

Jorge, 193.4 cm, 6' 4.1"

Kieran, 187 cm, 6' 1.6"

Kurthnaga, 180.3 cm, 5' 11"

Kyza, 190.8 cm, 6' 3.1"

Largo, 192.6 cm, 6' 3.8"

Laura, 172.7 cm, 5' 8"

Leanne, 177.5 cm, 5' 9.9"

Lehran, 193.6 cm, 6' 4.2"

Lekain, 186.2 cm, 6' 1.3"

Leonardo, 185.4 cm, 6' 1"

Lethe, 175.1 cm, 5' 8.9"

Levail, 187 cm, 6' 1.6"

Lotz, 194.2 cm, 6' 4.5"

Lucia, 181.5 cm, 5' 11.5"

Ludveck, 196.6 cm, 6' 5.4"

Lyre, 171.9 cm, 5' 7.7"

Makalov, 182.2 cm, 5' 11.7"

Marcia, 175.9 cm, 5' 9.3"

Meg, 175.1 cm, 5' 8.9"

Mia age 17, 175.9 cm, 5' 9.3"

Mia age 20, 181.8 cm, 5' 11.6"

Micaiah, 171.1 cm, 5' 7.4"

Mist age 15, 170.3 cm, 5' 7"

Mist age 18, 175.5 cm, 5' 9.1"

Mordecai, 189.4 cm, 6' 2.6"

Muarim, 195.8 cm, 6' 5.1"

Muston, 198.2 cm, 6' 6"

Naesala, 202.1 cm, 6' 7.6"

Nailah, 189 cm, 6' 2.4"

Nasir, 183.8 cm, 6' 0.4"

Nealuchi, 172.3 cm, 5' 7.8"

Nephenee, 178.3 cm, 5' 10.2"

Nolan, 199 cm, 6' 6.3"

Numida, 186.2 cm, 6' 1.3"

Oliver, 179.1 cm, 5' 10.5"

Oscar, 193.4 cm, 6' 4.1"

Pelleas, 186.2 cm, 6' 1.3"

Petrine, 187 cm, 6' 1.6"

Rafiel, 187.8 cm, 6' 1.9"

Rajaion, 210.1 cm, 6' 10.7"

Ranulf, 183 cm, 6' 0"

Renning, 191 cm, 6' 3.2"

Reyson, 188.6 cm, 6' 2.3"

Rhys, 187 cm, 6' 1.6"

Rolf age 12, 161.6 cm, 5' 3.6"

Rolf age 15, 176.7 cm, 5' 9.6"

Sanaki age 10, 145.6 cm, 4' 9.3"

Sanaki age 13, 165.5 cm, 5' 5.2"

Shinon, 192.6 cm, 6' 3.8"

Sigrun, 182.6 cm, 5' 11.9"

Skrimir, 200.1 cm, 6' 6.8"

Soren age 19, 173.5 cm, 5' 8.3"

Soren age 22, 179.9 cm, 5' 10.8"

Sothe age 14, 163.9 cm, 5' 4.5"

Sothe age 17, 184.6 cm, 6' 0.7"

Stefan, 191.2 cm, 6' 3.3"

Tanith, 185.7 cm, 6' 1.1"

Tauroneo, 193.4 cm, 6' 4.1"

Tibarn, 212.5 cm, 6' 11.7"

Titania, 187.8 cm, 6' 1.9"

Tormod age 13, 166.3 cm, 5' 5.5"

Tormod age 16, 174.3 cm, 5' 8.6"

Ulki, 183.4 cm, 6' 0.2"

Valtome, 188.6 cm, 6' 2.3"

Vika, 183 cm, 6' 0"

Volke, 191.8 cm, 6' 3.5"

Volug, 191 cm, 6' 3.2"

Yune, 135.3 cm, 4' 5.3"

Zelgius, 191.8 cm, 6' 3.5"

Zihark, 188.6 cm, 6' 2.3"

[hak]

soo-won: *fully staring face to face with that one henchman guy revealed in the 200s chapters outside*……there’s nobody here

[a-court-of-fics-and-errors]

Keep Moving Forwards, Part 41

Azriel x Reader Fic

Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.

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Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, detailed descriptions of direct physical abuse, and scenes of men hunting women with implied sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 2.4K

Author's Note: This is a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

As the cold grip of winter finally released its hold on Velaris, the city bloomed with vibrant colors and new life. Two months had passed by in a blur for you, filled with countless projects and community growth initiatives. Your first group home for struggling parents and their children had officially opened, and it was met with resounding success. The pride that shone from Azriel's eyes as he stood by your side at the grand opening was palpable.

Working closely with Titania, you continued to build relationships between yourself and other pleasure makers who were hesitant to come out of the shadows and seek help. You delved deeper into the underbelly of Velaris, learning about the social pressure that kept pleasure houses sequestered in the darker parts of the city. Even healers refused to see them, dismissing them as unworthy patients. But with your determination and aid, a low-income health clinic was established within one of the homes you built. It became a vital resource for pleasure makers to receive personal healthcare and get their children checked up during their early years.

Everything was thriving - your projects, your community, and most importantly, yourself. Your mate remained quiet as always, but you felt content in your life. Though you still avoided large court events out of fear of seeing Philip, whom you refused to acknowledge as your father, you continued to hold meetings with High Lords to build their own resilience within their territories.

As Nesta's pregnancy progressed, her body swelled with the changes. She was plagued by early pregnancy symptoms: every part of her seemed to be inflamed, she couldn't even fathom the thought of food without feeling nauseous, and she was constantly exhausted. But despite all of this, there was a newfound brightness and happiness emanating from her. Her skin glowed with a radiance, her hair shone like spun silk, and her mood had improved greatly. In the midst of all this, you made it a point to set aside one day each week to spend the entire day with her. Cassian, on the other hand, pleaded with her to stop training with the Valkyries. This led to a heated argument that resulted in Cassian sleeping on the couch of the townhouse. However, as Nesta's baby bump grew more prominent and her usual training leathers no longer fit comfortably, not to mention the rising temperatures in the training ring, she began spending more time sitting on the sidelines and helping young females with their centering and breathing techniques.

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Nesta stood next to you, her shoulders slumped in frustration as she stared at the wall. It was split down the middle, with two shades of green that were barely distinguishable from each other. Her hands were planted firmly on her hips, her long fingers tapping impatiently as she sucked her lip between her teeth.

"So," you began, studying the two shades of green before you. "What did you need my opinion on?"

She gestured towards the wall, her index finger hovering between the two shades. "Which one?"

You glanced at her and then back at the wall, trying to discern the difference between the two shades. "Which color?"

Nesta let out a frustrated sigh, taking a step closer to the wall. With a flourish of her hand, she pointed to one side. "Sage green?" Her finger then slid over to the other side. "Or Brush green?"

You furrowed your own brow, trying to make a decision based on such subtle variations. Nesta's fuse was getting shorter by the second, and you knew your response needed to be quick. "I think the sage looks nice," you replied tentatively, mustering up a small smile.

Nesta stepped back to survey both shades again. "Are you sure?" she asked with doubt lacing her voice.

You nodded, but without much confidence behind it. Suddenly, the entire wall shifted and transformed into just one shade of green, thought if she asked you if the color was sage or brush you wouldn’t have been able to tell. Nesta looked back at you, running her tongue over her teeth as she considered the new look.

"You don't think it's too green?" she asked, eyes searching your face for an answer.

You struggled to form an answer. To be honest, green was just...green to you. The subtle differences in shades didn't seem all that significant in this moment. "I don't think so," you offered tentatively.

Nesta didn't even spare you a glance as she considered your words. Your opinion held little weight in her mind, and you were well aware of that fact. Her own opinions were firmly solidified and what she really needed was someone to validate them.

"I think I hate it," she declared, her decision final. "Let's try the cream again." And with that, the house washed over the wall once more, painting it a light cream color for Nesta to scrutinize once again.

With a sigh, you spun on your heel and made your way over to the rocking chair that Cassian and Azriel had spent the last two hours putting together. Despite their efforts, there were still some doubts in your mind about the stability of the chair, especially since Azriel had pointed out that they had initially put the legs on backwards and had to redo their work. And if that wasn't enough, you were pretty sure the armrests were also attached the wrong way. You kept this thought to yourself, knowing how hard they had worked on it.

Nesta took a few cautious steps back, her hand resting gently on her swollen stomach. She closed her eyes and let out a small moan, her fingers grazing over the soft knit of her cream-colored sweater. With her other hand, she rubbed her lower back in search of relief from the pain that typically lingered in her body now.

"I also like the cream color," you chimed in, pulling your legs up onto the rocker with you. You reached for a blanket that was sitting nearby, admiring the delicate embroidered flowers that adorned it. You knew it was Elain's handiwork - she always seemed to have a new hobby she was mastering. As you let your fingers trace over the pinks and greens of the design, you couldn't help but wonder if someday she would make an embroidered blanket for your own babe.

Nesta's frustrated groan snapped you out of your daydreaming as she turned towards you. "None of it looks right," she complained, gesturing towards the various swatches of fabric and paint samples scattered around the room. "The green clashes with everything, the cream is too plain, and there’s no way the blue works in this room." You weren't entirely sure what she meant by a color "working", but you nodded along in agreement nonetheless.

Her gaze drifted towards the wooden box sitting in the corner as she let out a loud grumbling groan, "Cassian was supposed to build the crib this morning before he left." You craned your neck to look at the large wooden crate adorned with a crudely drawn image of a crib.

"I can do it," you offered, turning back to Nesta who was now staring at the wall.

She waved a dismissive hand, "No, no," she insisted. "Cassian made a promise and I intend to hold him to it."

You couldn't help but smile and bite your lip to suppress a laugh. You knew that Cassian was in for a tongue-lashing when he returned home, but you suspected that he and Azriel were most likely hiding somewhere in the War Camps or deep in the woods. You remembered Cassian admitting to you at a family dinner once that he would rather be covered in mud and shit than face Nesta's wrath.

In a calmer, more soft voice, you offered, “It’s all going to look great, Nesta.”

Nesta's hands instinctively went to her belly, cradling it protectively. She let out a deep sigh before sitting down on a nearby wooden crate with a drawing of a changing table on it. Her face fell into her hands, her fingers tangling in her disheveled hair. You could see the exhaustion and stress etched on her face as you folded up the baby blanket and set it aside.

"Is it just about the nursery?" Your question hung in the air as Nesta turned away from you, staring at the paint-splattered ceiling. You folded up a soft blanket and placed it next to you on the side table, trying to catch Nesta's gaze.

But she seemed lost in her own thoughts, detached from reality. "I don't want to assume anything," you said softly, "but I need to know if this is really about paint colors or if there's something else bothering you."

Nesta's eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, the weight of her thoughts causing a heavy silence to fill the room. "I just want everything to go well," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Want what to go well?”

"I want this pregnancy to go well. I want our baby to be healthy. I want to be healthy." She placed a hand on her stomach and let out a bitter laugh. "I never cared about any of this before. Paint swatches, burp cloths. But now, it's all I can think about."

You had figured as much. As much as she tried to play it off as hormones and nesting, you and Nesta both knew that all of this stress was about something more, something deeper.

"It's going to be okay," you reassured her. "Your baby will be fine."

Nesta nodded, but you could tell she didn't truly believe it. Her eyes flickered down to her stomach, where her precious bundle was safely nestled. "I know," she said, but there was no conviction in her words.

"You're still nervous," I finished her sentence for her.

Immediately, Nesta shook her head, as if trying to deny it. But her shaky denial only confirmed my suspicions. Her lip trembled as she bit into it.

“Hey,” you offered her, “It’s okay to be scared.” You stood, walking over to her, your feet crinkling sheet on the floor Nesta had insisted Feyre lay down when she painted the closet door. You came to crouch in front of her, your hands taking her own as you tried to catch her downturned gaze. "No one expects you to have everything figured out right now."

Nesta’s grey eyes met yours and you could see the slight tears building on her lower lid.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked gently. "What's on your mind?"

After a moment of hesitation, Nesta sniffled and opened up. "I'm afraid of losing them," she admitted, tears now falling freely down her cheeks. "I'm afraid of what will happen after they're born. I'm afraid that I won't be a good mother, or even a decent one." You listened quietly as Nesta's fears poured out. Her doubts and insecurities about motherhood, about the baby, about herself. "I don't want them to hate me," she sobbed, clutching at her stomach. "And I'm scared that all are going to look at me and think I’m just like my mother."

You gave Nesta the space to mutter out her incoherent inner thoughts, all of them crashing out one after the other as she heaved out sob after sob. All you did was nod, hold her hand, and hold that space with her.

Eventually, she looked up at you with tear-stained eyes.

"That must be really hard," you said softly, squeezing her hand gently. "I wish I could take away your fears."

Nesta sniffled and chuckled. "Yeah, me too."

"Let me tell you something," you said firmly, holding her gaze. "You are going to be an amazing mother. And you know how I know that?" Nesta's lips quirked into a small smile despite the tears still lingering on her cheeks.

"Why?" she asked softly.

“Because you’re worried about it now.” Nesta laughed lightly as she glanced down to the floor. “Terrible mothers don’t worry if their children will hate them, or if people will judge them for how they parent.” You laughed, “And I also know that this baby is going to be so incredibly loved by you and Cassian, and all of us. Because you’ve worked so hard to bring them into the world, that you won’t be able to do anything but shower them with more love than their little heart can take.”

You met her gaze again as she smiled, her lip trembling. “You’re going to cheer them on when they succeed, and hold them when they’re sad, and you’re going to teach them how to breath through their fears and face them.” You squeezed her hand tenderly. “And Cassian,” you shrugged, “He'll probably be the reason they come home with a few bruises or scrapes, but he'll also be the reason they never back down from a challenge. They'll learn to laugh in the face of fear because they know their mom and dad will always have their backs."

You couldn't help but smile as you looked down at her growing belly. "This little one already has so much love surrounding them," you said, squeezing her hand. "And they'll know even more love from you because you are going to be an amazing mother." As Nesta wiped away her tears as you continued, "You'll never be like your own mother, I promise. You've experienced firsthand the pain of growing up with her and you will use that knowledge to be the best mother possible for your baby." Your voice softened, "That's not to say there won't be mistakes. You might get frustrated and raise your voice, or say things you don't mean. But most importantly, Nesta, you would never hurt them. Never ever." You locked eyes with her as she nodded, with more confidence than she had before.

"You're going to be a fantastic mom, and you have a whole family who believes in you," Nesta sniffled and nodded, wiping her nose with the back of her sleeve.

"And if Feyre can handle being a mom, then surely you can too," you teased, earning a genuine laugh from Nesta.

"Hey now, I'm just stating facts," you shrugged playfully. "But let's be real, there's no way your little sister could out-mom you," you joked as the two of you laughed together. The two of you sat there for a moment, giggling with one another, hands clasped together until you settled back on the floor, gazing up at the ceiling. "Oh, by the way," you broke the silence, "I have no idea what color would look good in here, but I do know this ceiling color reminds me of something that comes out of a baby."

Nesta's glorious laughter that echoed throughout the room and probably down the entire mountain to Velaris.

Readers, just made myself vomit with that, good god that was sappy:

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[avelera]

I know that the Gaiman "word of God" on Dream of the Endless's romantic history is, "He has had many more lovers than the ones we see" with regards to Killalla, Alianora, Nada, Calliope, and Thessaly (ugh) and as someone who will absolutely incorporate word-of-god canon , it's the height of hypocrisy to just dismiss this.

And I will accept that probably Dream has had some sexual encounters outside those five canonical relationships, like the implied Lucifer and Titania flings.

But I just can't escape the sense that the whole, "Oh yeah, he's had tons of other lovers like, just loads of them, believe me, the dude is definitely not billions of years old and only had a half dozen romantic encounters all of which ended in tears, that would be crazy, right??" is just more... something a dude would say about their super cool dude character?

Because I personally like to, in this one instance, rigidly stick to canon as we see it on the page. And that canon is: Dream was deeply lonely and never even officially hit a half-dozen long-term lovers in his life and he only married once. He is a divorcee and he is sad and he is lonely and he would love to find someone to be with and be in a relationship and just continuously eluded him. And our evidence for this? The Wake.

We have some of Dream's past lovers show up at the Wake. Bastet specifically notes that they could have been lovers, probably should have been, but it never happened. Titania implies a relationship but won't say anything more and obviously it was not long-lasting romantically speaking, whatever it was.

But basically, if we take the Wake as an on-the-page canonical account of the living beings who were Dream's lovers and who had enough of a connection to actually show up, it's still a depressingly small number for so long a life, for a character who is defined by his romanticism and loneliness. Even if we say, give or take, there might have been a few more, none of those after Nada could be mortal, so we can't just say they're all dead. That means the other immortal lovers either didn't show up or didn't bother to speak. And sure, if there's other immortals in the mix, sure, we could "Doylist" say the comic just doesn't have room for them all but really, to me, the more compelling take is... there just weren't that many for Dream, and that it's deeply sad. Some of it was, yes, his own fault, probably a lot of it. But it's still sad.

And more importantly, it's a more interesting character. Anyone can say their stupidly powerful godlike character who is beautiful and magical and can craft dreams and stories and is this Byronic hero of poetry and darkness is also someone who had a bunch of romantic partners and can definitely hook up with anyone he wants, psshh, obviously but... a character who is all those things and can't get this one major part of their life together to the extent that he's demonstrated to want a loving partner which he is repeatedly shown to want, is just... it's a certain kind of unique for that character and I'm here for it.

[darkladynyara]

A Short Spoiler-Free Review of Sleep No More

...Why is Titania Like That? And how does she keep getting worse?

The desire to stick Amandine and Eira in a sack has officially been upgraded to "Stick Amandine, Eira and Titania in a sack (and then stick the sack in an iron safe and drop it into the ocean)". Everyone is going to need even more therapy

[spiritforestwrit]

didn’t want to start mist discourse but i’m mad. i think this fandom has a rather glaring issue about how they treat female characters in general. so anyways a rant towards a few certain anons who have decided hating on mist is the new hot thing!

Mist Is A Good Character, Actually: Why This Fandom Needs to Treat Female Characters Better

(she likes to pick apples! good for her! …or are those tomatoes?)

i can tell that one of those anons never played the tellius duology simply because in a cutscene in the PROLOGUE mist is literally playing in a field of flowers??? the cutscene with the famous “ ‘bout time!” line from the questionable english dub??? established right off the bat is that she enjoys nature, confirmed by her official art above showing her with a basket of apples! listen i hate being a gatekeeper, the tellius games aren’t the easiest to emulate and physical copies are pricey, but come on. you can’t be sending anon hate when you barely know the characters. i’ve also seen someone talk about how her only trait is being ike’s sister??? what??? okay listen to me for a second. their mom is dead at the start of path of radiance. greil is still alive at this point. mists behaviour is a bit different from how she is in later chapters and in radiant dawn at this point, such as poking fun at ike and boyd. however, once greil dies, she breaks down, and is a lot more attached to ike from then on. she literally follows him into the final black knight fight in path of radiance. SOREN of all people stayed out of it and lord knows he’s with ike all the time. so don’t come at me with this “she’s just ike’s sister 🤓” stuff, she’s scared to lose him after losing both parents before she’s even an adult, because when greil went off to fight by himself, he died!

you also can’t just dictate whether or not a character is good because of a tiny list of what they like. that’s not how it works. mist is not a “mini housewife”, she is a fifteen year old who lost her mother at a young age and is one of two girls in the Greil Mercenaries before Mia joins - it’s pretty clear, to me at least, that that’s probably affected her and who she is as a character. the duality of a fifteen year old girl who enjoys playing in flower fields and teases her brother, but is also one of two girls in a male-dominated mercenary group, stuck doing most of the chores because aside from oscar being a cook, i can’t see people like boyd or gatrie coming in to help with the domestic stuff like sewing!

i would also like to add that i do agree that fire emblem is weird about character ages, but listen. stop getting mad about how she should’ve been ten years old or whatever. that’s not helpful when looking at a character from an analytical angle. use it to ask WHY the creators chose to design her that way or why she acts childish at times. my english teacher once said to us, nothing is by accident in a short story. the author has limited space to tell their story, so everything serves a purpose. why is this relevant? the same philosophy holds here, in my opinion. fire emblem is a series that has a huge cast of characters that all have to share that limited amount of screen time. when taking a look at someone’s character, you can’t just immediately write something off as the designers being silly. so why is mists age 15 when she looks and acts in such a way? to me, the designers wanted to show how she didn’t get the chance to grow up like most girls, raised in a place where she had to learn to take care of herself pretty fast, and she’s trying to hold on to what she has left of her childhood - when she had the time to focus on hobbies aside from domestic ones. this isn’t a knock on greil or titania or the other mercenaries, though; it’s just the nature of having to leave their base quite often, and i think mist had to find comfort in the small things that started off as chores, hence why they’re in her list of liked things.

this whole mist debacle has kinda exposed something within the fire emblem fandom that isn’t talked about much. yes this was only two anons who came after her, but it’s something i find prevalent with other female characters like deirdre. a lot of people don’t take the time to look into female characters and who they are, and write them off as being boring and having no personality. and i don’t think the guys of fire emblem get that same treatment at all. the fact that SHE was singled out in a cast of over 70 playable characters by radiant dawn is just nuts to me. “dragging down tellius”. the same games with a character who’s been called out for being a racist stereotype. and it just makes me angry that this kind of treatment of the girls of fire emblem goes unchecked a lot of the time. hyping up Lyn or whoever is generally perceived as a “good character” doesn’t mean you’re automatically exempt from contributing to fandom misogyny. and the reason i say this is because a lot of these fans don’t really care about taking a deeper look into the women. it’s a surface level glance at them. there’s a reason why micaiah used to be called a mary-sue. they just assume that they won’t be as “well-written” compared to the men. if you want to combat fandom misogyny, you have to uplift all women in the cast, and that includes women you think are uninteresting or bland, because there’s some really interesting stories being told that have been ignored. again taking the tellius fandom as an example: there are so many amazing female characters in the duology, like there’s Jill of course but they genuinely did a great job with so many of the women. lethe, elincia, micaiah, titania, almedha, ena, to name a few. and while yes, they’re generally regarded as good characters, they don’t get the same amount of love the others do - there’s hardly anyone digging into them and their motivations. and it’s criminal.

in conclusion, do better. mist isn’t a bad character. fandom misogyny runs deep, and the only way to fight it is to start appreciating the women of the series as characters, and to give them the same in-depth analyses the men get.

[bomb0some0dodongos]

Tale # 1,475,294 in the "FE fan married to a non-FE fan" diaries:

Me: *shows him Titania's FE9 official art*

Him: She looks like Sephiroth.

Me: !??!!!??!!!???!!

[redtippedfox]

All Characters of this AU are aged up and are adults

THIS IS THE OFFICIAL DESIGN FOR CELINE TITANIA

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Good lord, it has been so painful designing for this unification. Even though the colors do compliment each other the designs and the pieces of her outfits did not go together for the first time. I tried to go the Chinese theme way and keep the same style as Bleu Celine and Titania but that didn’t work. Then I tried a more simple design but it just wasn’t working out. The issue was the peacock miraculous colors and design always trumped over the butterfly miraculous colors/design. Thank god I was able to draw and design something like this in my sleep deprived stress state. I like this design over all the other nightmare ones I did.

I went back to the very first design I did for Butterfly Marinette and took that unused design and merged it with the peacock. I really am in love with this design so this is what her design is gonna stay as. Now onto the details

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Celine Titania has a sensory overload, her senses are in full drive from the power of the peacock and butterfly. When flustered her tails will fluff up half way, when threatened they will fluff open fully like a butterflies wings. In order to keep the peacock and butterfly Miraculous safe, she transforms them into hair combs and hides them behind her white roses. On her neck are fake Miraculouses. On her side is a sword strapped onto her body. Hidden under her butterfly wing are pockets that hold knives. Her fan clips on her back behind her. She has no mask since she knows she’s going to be hidden in the shadows and won’t be on the frontlines.

If she taps her heels twice on the floor blades will pop out on the front and the back.

[real-titania]

*CASTS REVIVAL DESPERATLY, its weaker than some others...but it's a revival*

@real-yucous-ghe

*it doesn’t work, something is blocking the spell* I don’t know about you, but that’s the first pain I’ve ever felt *Titania spoke, rubbing her arm*

[writing-for-life]

A Collection of My Metas, Fics and Art that Feature the Women of The Sandman

I love the women of the Sandman. I write about them quite frequently, post art about them, write my fics from a female viewpoint (I’m mainly an OC writer though, but I have one-shots and poetry about canon characters).

So since we’ve been talking about them a lot over the past few days, here are all their tags (they contain both official and fanart, and every meta that features them enough for me to tag them), and all my metas, fics and poetry in which they are the main protagonist/character or at least strong focus.

I have posted art for literally all of the women in the Sandman and also written about most of them in one way or another, and you can find the ones that are missing here via my Sandman Tag Library (usually the ones that maybe haven’t been mentioned with a lot of depth or separate artwork). I think it’s normal and fair that we gravitate more towards some characters than others for personal reasons. It’s just the complete erasure of women that often gets to me.

I want to do more, but like every writer and curator, the disinterest in the women of the Sandman is often a bit discouraging. I haven’t given up hope we can change that…

Here they are, in alphabetical order:

Alianora

Dreams of Light (poem)

Alianora’s tag

Barbie

The Portrayal of Womanhood in “A Game of You” (meta)

Barbie’s tag

Calliope

Lupē (short fic, Morpheus x Calliope)

Mother (haiku)

Calliope and Dream (meta)

Calliope’s tag

Chantal

Chantal’s tag

Death

He Hears the Sound of Her Wings: Death as Solace (meta)

Death’s Wedjat Eye: Deeper Symbolism or Random? (meta)

Touching Death or: Why Dream is Not Simply Touch-Starved in The Sound of Her Wings (meta)

Oblivion is not an option—A musical meta about “A kind word and a friendly face” (meta)

All the Endless are buckling under the weight of their functions (David Hitchcock art meta)

Ode to Death (poem)

Requiem (poem)

Comfort (haiku)

Sigil (haiku)

Wings (haiku)

Death’s tag

Delirium/Delight

A sacred garden: Death and Delight (Michael Zulli art meta)

Delirium’s tag

Despair

Despair’s tag

Ethel

Ethel’s tag

Eve

Eve’s tag

The Fates

The Fates’ tag

Foxglove (Donna)

The Portrayal of Womanhood in “A Game of You” (meta)

Donna’s tag

Gault

The Mother Wound (meta)

Gault’s tag

Gwen

Hob Gadling’s Involvement in the Slave Trade or: The Fallacy of Racial Reconciliation (meta)

Gwen’s tag

Hazel

The Portrayal of Womanhood in “A Game of You” (meta)

Hazel’s tag

Hope

The Sandman Overture and Exiles: Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit—Everything Changes, Nothing Is Truly Lost (Not Even Hope) (meta)

Only Hope calls you out like that (meta)

Hope’s tag

Ishtar

Ishtar’s tag

Johanna

Thessaly, Johanna and a weird meta about musical motifs (meta)

As it was before the otherness came (short fic, Johanna x Rachel)

Johanna’s tag

Killalla

Killalla’s tag

Lucienne

If it is implied Lucien is Adam, what does that make Lucienne? (meta)

Lucienne’s tag

Lyta

Aftermath (poem)

Mother (haiku)

Lyta’s tag

Mazikeen

Mazikeen’s tag

Nada

“Tales in the Sand” in Context of “The Doll’s House” (meta)

Where the Blood Fell, Red Flowers Grew (meta)

Tales in the Sand—Did we find the women’s story? (meta)

God Forbid a Woman Do Anything (haiku)

Nada’s tag

Night

The Mother Wound (meta)

Night’s tag

Nuala

Nuala’s tag

Rachel

As it was before the otherness came (short fic, Johanna x Rachel)

Rachel’s tag

Rose

Rose’s tag

Rosemary

Rosemary‘s tag

Thessaly

Thessaly in the context of second and third wave feminism (meta)

Thessaly’s tag

Titania

Titania’s tag

Unity

Unity’s tag

Wanda

The Portrayal of Womanhood in “A Game of You” (meta)

Wanda’s tag

Zelda

Zelda’s tag

[warframestuff]

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[mercutiosblog]

finding this wonderful dividers account (@/thecutestgrotto 🫶) hath prompted me to make an introduction post as my fellow veronians have made (beware, for I shalt be overusing these – they are so pretty!)

hello! 'tis mercutio 😎 and this is mine ask blog!

thou canst ask me anything thy heart desireth; from philosophical questions to verona gossip, I shalt answer them all, while trying my best to be funny, of course 😌 and my messages are open! (thou wilt not see me as thy follower, for this is a sideblog)

but prithee, be kind! above all, we are civilised citizens (that is a lie)

some things thou shouldst know about me:

I hate tybalt

I love benvolio

romeo is my bestie

paris and the prince of verona are my noble kinsmen

I like making jokes and puns 😍

rizz is my middle name

I have decided to take part in this feud because I like the drama and not because I have any affiliation with the families 🫡

(actually, I do, for romeo and benvolio are my good friends. oh well, thou gettest the point)

and I'm an adult, so keep that in mind when thou art interacting with me as a minor! I want this to be a safe and comfortable space for everyone

I s'pose that is about it. oh, and here's my friends' blogs! thou shouldst support them fr (even tybalt)

@urfavmontague (deactivated)

@romeonotexiled (deactivated)

@the-lesbian-romeo

@thecapuletjuliet

@tybaltcapuletsblog (deactivated)

@tybalt-who-crochets

@benvoliomontaguereal

@county-paris (deactivated)

@prince-of-verone

@father-lawerence

@valentineescalus

@dailymercutio (me in an alter universe)

@hamlet-the-dane-official (a friend from denmarke)

@shakespeare-official-account bestie shakespeare

@titania-truly

I thank thee for reading! lots of love ❤️

(except for thee, tybalt)

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Golem

(Masterlist)

cooked this up on the fly its 3am here. this is at some unspecified point in the timeline

(Content: living weapon whumpee, magical exhaustion, painful powers, blood, alcohol mention, overexertion, dehumanization, implied physical abuse)

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It was going to be a bloodbath. Paris slid down the volume on the earpiece, trying to listen in to the real chaos around him. He was reminded why he hated to get this close to the action. The dead and injured laid everywhere, melting in the heat. He was on the ridge, at least. He couldn’t say the same for most of his men. They were in the valley, totally cornered. All he could do was watch.

It wasn’t immediately clear what had trapped them in. At first it seemed like a normal rock mound that blocked off their exit. No big deal. They had demolitions for a reason.

Then the rocks began to swivel upwards, revealing the steel rods that connected them, the barely-humanoid shape. Golem.

Paris called it in on the radio; even then, he knew it was too late. The early stone demos had already burned their names in the imperial history — the Bane of St.James, Western Scourge, Titania. This one was a new model, one they’d been given time to perfect. This battle was going to be the sea change. Paris resisted the urge to close his eyes as the giant’s mace emerged out of the earth. It was the coward’s way out. He resolved to watch the violence unfold, to see the whole planetary operation blow up in his face. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

The golem assembled entirely. Its feet were still planted in the pit of the valley, but its head stretched up to where Paris is perched on the ridge. For just a second, it turned its empty sockets to look at him. His heart beat out of his chest.

And just like that, it was gone. The air filled with dust and electricity, then just dust.

“Target eliminated,” Dr.Martino’s voice rang over the radio. He sounded smug. For good reason, maybe. There were less than thirty seconds in between Paris making the warning call and the total obliteration of the threat. He felt dizzy. The particle debris clouded his visor.

Paris rounded back to the mountain base. It was only a fifteen minute climb. The war room was stashed safely within the stone enclave; it was reserved for only the highest ranking officials. It was also where they’d stashed Delta. Paris honest-to-god had not planned on using him for this mission; he’d just needed the insurance. His dizziness was not going away. He punched the code into the padlock, forcing himself to stabilize before he could enter.

The mood there was celebratory, obviously. Pinching a golem was a feat they make badges for. His ears perked up at the mention of champagne, but something else had caught his eye first.

Delta was totally collapsed by the viewport. There was small puddle of blood by his head. This was…not an uncommon sight. Delta’s powers took a lot out of him. It manifested as bleeding from the nose and mouth more than anything else — sometimes the eyes, if it was really bad. But he wasn’t supposed to be alone during it. It was dangerous. Paris knelt down beside him, feeling for a pulse. Not only was he alive, he was conscious. Paris felt him flinch away from the touch, taking ragged, shallow breaths.

The doctor — the one Paris paid to look after him — was engrossed in a story with the general. He gesticulated wildly, spilling some of his drink over onto the floor. They were all the way across the room. Paris had to shout to get their attention.

“Hello, you? What the fuck?” Paris called out, gesturing to the crumpled form of the psychic. 

Dr.Martino turned away from his conversation. There was a twinge of annoyance written into his features. 

“What? He overexerted himself. Leave him alone.” He said it like it was the most casual thing in the world. Paris hesitated, because it might have been. He’s seen Delta out like this before. He was usually fine after a couple hours. Besides, it didn’t seem like he was even able to be moved right then. Reluctantly, Paris stepped away.

The call for ceasefire came in a few minutes later. It got a big laugh out of everyone. Paris was relieved. It meant he’d get to go home for a few days, at the minimum. He didn’t like this planet. On a personal level, he didn’t care if it was left to the vultures. Of course, official policy was a different story.

“We’re leaving,” Paris crossed the room to Martino. It wasn’t a request. The doctor sighed, putting the cup down. He looked back to the general in mock apology, so sorry to be pulled away from the riveting conversation.

Delta still hadn’t moved. He didn’t stir until Martino approached. The doctor snapped his fingers.

“Get up.”

Incredibly, Delta sat up. He wiped the blood off his face with the sleeve of his shirt. Not all of it, but enough that it wasn’t actively spilling on him whenever he moved. He started to stand, but didn’t quite make it upright. He landed on his hands and knees, just catching his head from hitting the ground.

“Delta.” There was a warning edge in the doctor’s voice. Delta stood up, stumbled a few steps, and immediately collapsed again. 

Dr.Martino began to move towards him.

“Oh, I don’t fucking have time for this,” Paris snapped. It was the tone he took that made people start listening. He had a gift for that. The room around him quieted. Martino stopped.

Paris scooped Delta up from the floor. It wasn’t hard. The boy was short in comparison and he weighed less than Paris’s own rucksack. Delta was too out of it to have any real reaction to the sudden movement, just a small wince. His head lolled weakly against Paris’s shoulder.

“We’re leaving.” Paris repeated. He really hated this planet.

[devilrose]

Collection: characters in red, 2020-2024

Top to bottom, left to right: May (Pokemon) - Lance (Pokemon) Visor (Quake III Arena) - Lavinia (Record of Agarest War) Titania (Fire Emblem 9 & 10) - Lukas (Fire Emblem: Shadows of Valentia) Lyude (Baten Kaitos) - Juste Belmont (Castlevania: Harmony of Dissonance) Slash (Quake III Arena) - Flame Atronach (The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion)

See, I am a hummingbird. It's official. You show me a character in red and I will scream out of my little beak MINE!! I don't know whether to be amazed or ashamed by how consistent my tastes in characters are.

If you love my art, please consider offering me some fruit juice and a bouquet of hibiscus flowers.