#her name is titania

[nightshademyn]

Posting this one now because I have an urgent need to share. About a year or so back in 2023, I started work on a Tinkaton Plushie, since at the time, there were none I could get my hands on, and full of hubris, I decided to try my hand at making one because "how hard could it be?"

Famous last words and all that because she was a fucking challenge to complete lmao. Turns out making a plushie on the philosophy of “fuck it we ball” with no actual pattern means a lot of struggling, not to mention my mini sewing machine refusing to cooperate so I had to sew a lot of stuff by hand. Between that and taking some months off to finish school, it took me an entire year to finish her. I do think I could've chosen my fabrics better because the fleece I landed on turned out to stretch a lot, which made things very difficult, but she's complete now and I love her. Anything for my favorite Pokémon of all time :)

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

rewatching Ancient Magus Bride season 1 (2017) because i'd like to get into season 2 but i've seen it five years ago. can someone (anyone) for the love of god explain the obsession with Mother Titania's tiddies-

DUDES I SAW YOU SNEAKING IN THE ANIMATION OF HER BADONKERS SWAYING WHEN SHE WALKED OVER TO ELIAS- YOU REALLY DIDN'T NEED TO ANIMATE THAT SHIT-

[werewolfest]

me and my girlfriend and our cat going on a magical adventure

[cmdonovann]

couple of sketches of stuff from last weekend's dnd game... we met another magical girl (another one besides our barbarian, anyway) and of course there was a Showdown. so i drew her (and then did a little sketch of her and nimbus duking it out, lol)

[fluffychubbydragon]

I think Auberon just saw a mockingbird land on our roof... Got this gem of a photo:

Also got a blurry version since my camera decided to focus on my yard than my boi:

If you wanna draw Auberon here, go right ahead. I don't bite, promise. Just make sure you tag me so I can see him, like it, and reblog it. Because who wouldn't? 😁🤌

[yoursincalendricalheresy]

So we know that TM uses names a foreshadowing of characters eventual fates and I’ve seen some neat analyses of potential ways those could play out (Ulysses=Odysseus=coming back after a long journey). But after reading Nona and having the confirmation that Jod literally renamed all of his friends, I also have to wonder what those names say about how he thinks of them.

[dantelionwishes]

Well now that you have officially finished the game, do you mind me asking who your favorite characters are ? (Also what your final team was going into the final area)

here's my team post-story! i had a weirder team and only ended up getting cynthia and reaper 3/4 of the way into all the plotlines HAHAHA

my top hard hitting mvps are nutella and polar <3

REGARDING FAV CHRACTERS:

i think ive got soft spots for most of the main cast actually- nemona, arven, clavell, turo, and larry's a special mention because hes just some guy and i love that about him

[pinkcadavart]

Queen of Fae

Old art + height comparison below the cut

Feo is 5'4 and this is them compared to Titania

[softquietsteadylove]

I just read the mermaid Thena / fisherman Gil one, and its was the cutest thing ever, i love them so much. So i wanted to ask you if you could do another part of that, thank you 😃🖤

"I see you, Thena."

Gil chuckled as the little bobble of blonde disappeared for a quick second before surfacing again. She glared at him.

"I'm glad you found my dock," he continued, walking to the end of it to speak with her properly. It was just approaching dawn, the sky becoming pink above them. It was technically already too late for him to be even starting his day, but he figured maybe he could take today off for himself. "I'm sorry I couldn't come see you yesterday like I promised."

Thena swam closer, her tail fins emerging from the water faintly as she let more of herself come to the surface. "I was worried the storm had sunk you."

Gil sat himself on the end of the dock, his coffee mug in hand, wearing boots and jeans and a dark t-shirt. "There's an old saying about if the sky is red at night, sailors delight. But if the sky is red in the morning, sailors take warning."

Thena looked at him curiously, tilting her head this way and that.

"Not everyone still considers it true," he shrugged, kicking his feet a little as Thena leaned her arms on the ladder just beside him. "I took a look at the sky yesterday morning and guessed that the weather would be bad."

Thena nodded slowly, thinking.

He tilted his head, trying to catch her eyes. Wow, were they ever a gorgeous green colour. "I was worried about you, too."

Thena pursed her lips at him, releasing the ladder and spinning herself in the water a little before him. "We're well accustomed to rocky waters."

Gil watched her tail cut through the water, clear as day. "I guess that makes sense. I was a little worried you wouldn't wanna see me after missing you, though."

She gave him one more scrutinising glare as she chose her words. "I...was curious."

"I have plenty I wanted to show you," Gil smiled, offering his thoughts and feelings freely to spare her the need for her caution. He picked up his feet and stood on the deck. "I packed them all on Titania as soon as I got back to shore."

"Titania," Thena tilted her head as Gil moved towards the ship of his that was bobbing gently in the calm morning tide.

"She's my pride and joy!" Gil beamed, giving the side of the boat a pat before climbing the ladder. "I'll be right back."

He knew he didn't necessarily have to tell her that, but he figured it couldn't hurt to offer every bit of assurance he could to the mythical woman waiting for him. He heard some splashing, looking over his shoulder and catching Thena splish-splashing her tail around idly as she waited for him.

She had no patience. And she was fidgety, which was oddly cute.

Gil skipped three whole rungs of the ladder on the way back, jumping down to the deck with his arms full. "I found some stuff from travelling, and some books--all sorts of human stuff."

Thena's eyes sparkled at the collection of marvels, swimming over to the dock. She looked up at Gil.

He chuckled, kneeling down and holding onto the corner post as he held out a hand. "You got it?"

Thena grabbed onto his hand with both of hers. Although, rather than let him haul her all the way onto the pier, she scrambled closer on her own until her tail was half out of the water and her arms were around his neck.

Gil didn't question it, letting her choose whatever felt safest for her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and helped pull her further onto the dock. "Is here okay?"

Thena nodded with her head tucked against his neck, letting go of him and situating her tail as needed. "Thank you."

Gil just smiled at her. If he didn't know better he would think she just liked feeling hugged, but for all he knew, she didn't even know what a hug was. He sat himself down again, pushing forward a few artifacts for her to examine. "You can take some of these with you, if you like."

Thena tilted her head this way and that at the funny objects before her. She looked at him, "truly?"

"Well, not the books, I guess," he shrugged, reaching for one and flipping it open for himself. He had been reading up on his marine biology, trying to find even remotely similar examples in other sea life to Thena. He had almost considered calling an actual marine biologist to ask a few questions, but he couldn't quite find the phrasing for their current situation.

"I suppose not," Thena murmured as she toyed with the compass he had brought for her, then the sextant. "I have a few of these. Well, Makkari does--she's a bit of a collector, of sorts."

"Your red snapper friend?" Gil asked, although Thena was far too absorbed in examining everything he'd brought her to respond. He flipped through his book, keeping an eye on what Thena liked and what she breezed over.

She was examining a gold ring, old but still in good condition.

"Cool, right?" he scooched closer to her, even letting her lean against him so she could still sit upright while both of her hands were handling his treasures. "I found it in the belly of a fish I caught. I keep anything kind of unique like that when I find it."

"Humans wear these," she murmured, holding the thing up to the sky and watching the light catch the aging but still polished surface of it. "I've seen such ornaments."

"That's a good word for them," Gil smiled at her. "There are different reasons for them. That ring in particular looks like it was probably something a man wore to identify who his family was, or maybe that he had an important job. Some are a little smaller, and you get them when you get married."

Thena raised her brows at him, "mating ornamentation?"

"I guess so," he laughed faintly. "You can wear them around your neck, too."

"Around your neck?" Thena frowned, already looking at the collar of his shirt in concern, "do you not think it might choke you?"

He supposed that would be much more of a risk underwater. He pursed his lips, "I guess it's not impossible. But it's not much of a concern to us. And if you have a shirt, you can just tuck it away."

Thena tilted her head as he tugged at his collar to demonstrate the movement of it. She nodded, "I see. Would that also be for mating purposes?"

"Not necessarily," Gil blushed. How did they get on this topic? "It can be, but it can just be something you think looks pretty, or it can be to remind you of someone, as a gift."

Thena's tail wiggled on the dock a little.

Gil noticed it, and made no effort to hide that he had noticed. But Thena was back to examining the ring in her hand. He was happy to give it to her, like he had said. But his eyes drifted to the defined line of her clavicle. There were a few of those shimmering white scales dotted around it.

"Hey," he whispered, bringing her head around to look at him again. They were practically nose to nose, but he moved his hands to her shoulders gently. "I want to show you something. Wait here?"

She nodded as he left her side slowly, letting her prop herself up again. Once he was turned, heading back to the house, he heard her murmur, "am I going to run off somewhere?"

Gil laughed to himself. She was funny, too.

She was still entertaining herself with his artifacts when he returned. She had moved onto watching the needle of his compass reorient itself again and again after being shaken vigorously. She perked up as he sat down again, "there you are."

"Sorry," he grinned as he finished tying off the knot he had been working on. "I wanted to give you something."

Thena tilted her head at him as he knelt beside her. She examined the couple of glass beads he had secured with a fine twine of seaworthy chord. He had made the little necklace with the proficiency expected of any net-crafting fisherman.

"Do you want to try it?" he asked gently. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her by reaching places he shouldn't.

She nodded up at him eagerly.

"Okay," he chuckled, holding either end of the handmade gift between his fingers. "Can you move your hair over your shoulder for me?"

Thena did so with one hand, bracing herself against his knee with the other.

Gil reached around her, careful not to make any sudden or startling movements. He secured the ends in a slip knot, able to come undone if needed but secure enough not to be an accident. He pulled it so it sat close to her skin, unlikely to float aimlessly and get caught on anything. "There!"

Thena blinked as he held out his phone. But the dark screen offered her a reflection of herself. Her hand drifted to the little chord charm, its three glass beads gleaming green like her eyes. Her mouth opened and her fangs peeked out faintly. "It's beautiful."

Gil blushed. He didn't think he would call it beautiful for any reason. It was some old salt treated twine he'd woven hastily through a few beads he'd been given after exchanging goods with an Italian fishmonger. But he knew he had seen that colour of her eyes before. "You can keep it--i-if you want."

Thena smiled up at him, her hand still trailing over it tenderly, "a gift?"

Gil nodded, slipping his phone back into his pocket and letting his fingers brush against hers on his knee, "to remind you of me."

[dalhia28]

TITANIA AND MOMMY SERSI PART 2

Imagine Sersi's horror upon hearing her 5-year-old niece Titantia pleading with her to open the door after some mothers decided to lock her up because she had defended her new friend by his mistreated son. Sersi had always been a devoted teacher as well as a protective aunt to Titantia and jack.

Sersi: Titania are you there baby?

(Sersi's in panic mode)

Titania: open mommy open

(Titania banging the door crying)

Sersi: OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!

(Sersi yell to the mother's behind her, One of the mother signal the maid to open the door, Sersi try to make a calm expression when she burst in the door to calm Titania who cling tight on her, The other mother's keep there distance watching the scene.)

Sersi: It's okay darling I'm here it's alright

(Calming titania down but her face it's all red in anger)

Titania: Th-they lock me here mo-mommy the-they said I'm a bad girl but i promise you I'm not mommy I'm not.

(Titania said between sob tilting her head to sersi like she's trying to convince her she's telling the truth but sersi didn't even needed her to explain she already know it from the start)

Sersi: I know, you are the most good girl i ever known also the bravest I'm sorry sweetie you been through this, why don't we go home we will have our own party i promise.

(Sersi smoothing Titania, when she give her little nod sersi carry her outside the house then she put her down for a moment leaving a kiss on her head)

Sersi: Wait for me here Sweetie i just forget my purse i be right back.

(Sersi left Titania with sally outside the house, When she get back inside the other children were in the other room and all the mother's is in the living room she walk in already taking off her ring and earrings.

Mother1: She punch my son in the face so we just teach her some lesson it's not proper for a young girl punching a boy in the face

Sersi: uh-uh

(Not caring)

Mother2: She just over reacting with all her crying she should be discipline

Sersi:uh-uh

(Taking her coat off)

Mother3: You should even thank us

(Sersi close the door and turn to look at them and smile )

Sersi: oh sure thank you then.

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Titania outside the house hearing a loud noise inside the house like someone doing a construction all of the sudden, and then Sersi came out smiling sweetly at her she carry Titania again she said good bye to sally who turn white already, before sersi leave she turn the living room in metal so that the mother's gonna have one hell of a problem to go out not to mention the damage that sersi made of them it's lucky if one of them could stand and ask for help.

Sersi: I'm really sorry Titania this happened

Titania: It's okay mommy sersi i had fun! Besides i made new friends so I'm happy

Sersi: really? Well I'm glad you're happy but i still would like to make it up to you, how about we go to arcade i buy you many tokens as much as you like, and daddy ikaris wanted to watch movies with us.

Titania: Yessss please!!!!

(Titania giggle hugging sersi look like she already forgot what happened)

Titania: I saw you in the window your naughty mommy sersi

(Titania tell in whisper sersi eyes widen)

Titania: thank you

(Titania kiss her)

[tsunamiscale]

Just finished my dragon build, she turned out better than expected! front, aerial, and side views. the wing took forever.

[saintvampe]

the way seraphina has changed her name three times already, and is going to change her name one more time in the future, and the way her name symbolizes different chapters of her life, different versions of her. the way self - understanding and self - perception is viewed through one's choosing of their own name.

[sanguinaryrot]

prisoner warlock

I don't know if you mean homebrew prisoner or strahd Stojanow prisoner but im gonna pick homebrew because uhhhhhhh i want to lol

Emerson King was sentenced to 25 to life for a series of thefts, and he was not cut out for prison. Waifish and frail, King was an easy target. After a year of brutal treatment at the hands of prisoners larger and more intimidating than him, King had had enough. He was going to hang himself in his cell when a fairy queen appeared to him to make a deal. She would grant him subtle arcane powers that would keep him alive and eventually escape. So long as he did her bidding once he was on the outside. Seeing no other alternative, he took her up on her offer. While not plotting his escape, King used his powers to frighten those around him, and escape in a puff of smoke from those he could not frighten. As an escaped fugitive, he must juggle hiding from the law and his now lifelong servitude to Titania of the Summer Court, queen of Fairies

send me a class and a background and i will write a brief description of a DND character

[h-i-raeth]

entirely selfishly i'm gonna request The Shadow Of Dust again, love it when things are destined to be long

WIP Wednesday

Murray is a skulking little pest of a man who Hopper didn’t like very much even before his theories started getting uncomfortably close to the girl he and Bernadette have chosen to protect, and the truths they begrudgingly safeguard for Owens and his ilk. His daemon, Cassandra, is not much better.

Hopper tries not to judge people by the shape of their soul too much, but foxes are scavengers. And he’s not sure what you’d call preying on a grieving family for several months other than scavenging.

[ianthewife]

The Titania&Ulysses and Gideon parallels are honestly making me so insane. With U- and T- John claims to see them as his children. Then he puppeteers them, drags them around like a favorite toy, plays house with their corpses as dolls, he even names one of them after his childhood dog??? Sir, this is not even near to how one treats children, dear God, you got lost in the necro-sauce—

Then this man lives for ten thousand years and now he has Gideon and he brings her into the world the second time, he constructs her, he renames her and proceeds to play mother-daughter with a new miserable corpse. This man just doesn’t learn, does he. But oh well, this time the corpse is a willing one, isn’t that great! Because Gideon got so tangled up in the desperate desire to be a tool, a weapon, a sword hand, a cavalier. Her “mother” crafted her to be a weapon, a bomb, but didn’t get to use her. Harrow refused to use her and if broke Gideon’s heart. But oh-so-luckily, now she has a father who is willing to use her and her sword, to use her as his sword. Surely this means he loves her. And the worst thing is that I think John truly thinks that is how you love your child.

What can I say, such a wonderful family, they are totally normal and well and definitely aren’t enabling the worst patterns of each other *eye twitching, ripping my hair out, chain smoking*

[gabessquishytum]

While I love Dream with past shitty partners before he meets Hob having his his mind blown after he finally experiences what a good partner actually is' how about...

Hob was Dreams first love, and with that his first everything, They did the whole romance cliché of childhood friends to a serious relationship (complete with years of pinning) on the very edge of marriage with a white picket fence and kids Dream and Hob have the worse fight ever seen by either of their families, in the end Dream storms out into the rain and Hob is left yelling at him from the doorway (1889 anyone?).

Within a week Dream has moved away to pursue his dream as a artist and writer and Hob is on a plane to start backpacking around the world. The break up is swift and painful,

Eventually Dream starts dating again, but he quickly realizes that he keeps attracting the wrong sort of people; Killala started chatting up some guy obsessed with stars the second she thought his back was turned. Alianora had only dated him because Desire dared her too, Nada has tried to use him to further her families business and Titania had already been fucking married! The less said about Cori the better.

In a different world perhaps Dream would have clung on, would have delt with it and accepted what he could get. Just believed it was all he was worthy of but the thing is Dream has already experienced what it was like to have a partner who sees you as an equal. Who loves you is faithful to you and who cares about your opinion. Dream knows what he is worth and it was so much more than what any of those peoples were going to give him.

Over a decade and a half later and Dream returns to his hometown for the first time with his little Orpheus on his hip. The boys mother Calliope was a fellow lover of the arts and a famous singer. Their combined passion had lead to several award winning pieces and the creation of their beloved son but three months into a relationship had proven they were just not compatible for anything long term but Dream is forever thankful for her steady friendship.

With Calliope away on tour and no deadlines for him to complete Dream takes his son to the local park where the boy becomes fast friends with another little boy named Robin Gadling the only son of recently widowed Robert (Hob) Gadling.

It seems the Hob with his wonderfully soft dad-bod and slightly greying temple can still ignite the same burning desire within Dream as he did when Dream was a young bright-eyed twenty year-old.

This is so glorious, can you imagine their eyes meeting across the park, past the swing sets and slides and toddlers tugging on their hands!!! Dream is sure he must be, well, dreaming. He's thought of Hob often in the past few weeks that he's been back around town, occasionally fantasising about what he might look like now. He just wasn't expecting to see his former lover and have the word "daddy" immediately pop into his head.

And it seems that Hob is, literally, a daddy. He kneels to speak to Robin, who is gesturing wildly towards Orpheus, and Dream can't even move because seeing Hob being attentive to his son is just. So beautiful. But of course Orpheus drags him over to Robin and Hob gets to his feet and he's somehow even more glorious. Dream didn't think it was possible but he immediately falls right back in love with a man he hasn't seen for over 15 years.

Hob is shy and a little withdrawn, seeming like he doesn't want to offend Dream or freak him out by being too friendly. Truthfully Hob doesn't want his heart broken again. And maybe he'd be better at resisting temptation, but Robin wants more time with Orpheus and Hob can never resist his son's puppy eyes. So he finds himself sitting beside Dream on a bench, just like how they used to feed the birds together in the old days. Their thighs brush together and Hob feels like they were never even apart. He could just hold Dream’s hand right now and they could go back to how it used to be. He hopes that Dream feels it too. That he won't be disappointed that Hob is tired, and grieving, and not in the shape he used to be.

Maybe Dream will work up the courage to tell him that his weariness and the fact that he's a little frayed around the edges make him all the more perfect. Because they match each other, perfectly.