#titania's song

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Titania's Song

Artist: Kerstin Kaman TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[just-call-mefr1es]

….CHOKI- *gets shot*

[rhinoyo]

sing in our sweet lullaby, summer child with heavy eyes ♪

[hitchell-mope]

Doctor Who meets A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Danny Pink. Demetrius.

Clara. Helena

Rory. Lysander

Amy. Hermia.

Twelve. Oberon

River. Titania

Eleven. Puck.

Jack. Bottom

Saxon. Theseus

Donna. Hippolyta.

[peggle2speedrun]

liking how I'm used to playing weird and intricate lists in Magic, but now one of the decks I gravitate towards in a Commander night has been Kibo. Brain Off -> Monkey Time. This is my son Tree Monkey- he is sub-draft chaff, and will now be going in for a cool 16.

[oh-dear-so-queer]

Titania. First, rehearse your song by rote

To each word a warbling note:

Hand in hand, with fairy grace,

Will we sing, and bless this place.

William Shakespeare: The Complete Works, A Midsummer-Night's Dream (Act V, Scene I)

[nabaart]

Yes I'm aware I mispronounced "briars". But listen, my brain was wired for latin while I was doing this. Heavens above (and @aealzx ) as my witness, I'll butcher even my own OCs' names if I'm talking in one language and suddenly switch to a different one.

Lyrics below the cut

Walking, eating, humming Is the moon or I the most full? Free yet watched by something Inhuman and beautiful

Ambulare, comedere, fremere oblivio (Walking, eating, humming oblivious) Aut ego plenissima luna? (Is the moon or I the most full?) Libero adhuc custodiebantur ab aliquo (Free yet watched by something) Pulchra et inhumana (Inhuman and beautiful)

O' ruler of shadow and thorns Who nests my birds in thy briars This song of mine is then born Preceding and announcing the queen

O' ruler of autumn and winter Make me lord of summer and spring Your shadow is the harvest bringer That rippens my buds most green

Regina hiemis et umbrae (Queen of winter and shadows) Rex veris et lumine (King of spring and light) Per radix et sap animas terrae (Souls of the earth, by root and wisdom) Qui saltant in limine (Who dance on the threshold)

Regina hiemis et autumnae (Queen of winter and autumn) Tibi servio, sole et tempestas (I serve you in sun and storm) Texere licio meo fenestras (Weave your lace on my windows) Et ego relinquo flos in umbrare (And I'll place a flower by the shade)

Rex aestatis et veris (King of spring and summer) Sparge me in tuo lumine (Sprinkle me with your light) Tuo floreat per hortis (Let your flowers bloom through the gardens) Et glacio texere in limine (And through lacy frost as a threshold)

O' ruler of light and lastborns Who nests thy birds in my briars I cradle your song, all that's yours The beauty of blooms and seeds green

O' ruler of my heart splinters And also of summer and spring Yours is the warmth that lingers In ice, the treasure you bring

Ambulare, comedere, fremere oblivio (Walking, eating, humming oblivious) Hic lumen esne summa solis (As if you're sunlight in full) Simplex sed dilexit ut aliquo (Simple yet loved, it's something) Sic humanum et mirabilis (So human and wonderful)

Who cred rainy skies bleak and rainbows art? Unseen the soft beauty of snow Yet no truth — only man— set apart The chirping of birds, the cawing of crows

Walking, eating, humming Is the moon or I the most full? Free yet watched by something Inhuman and beautiful

Ambulare, comedere, fremere oblivio Aut ego plenissima luna? Libero adhuc custodiebantur ab aliquo Pulchra et inhumana

O' ruler of shadow and thorns Who nests my birds in thy briars This song of mine is then born Preceding and announcing the queen

O' ruler of my heart splinters And also of summer and spring Yours is the warmth that lingers In ice, the treasure you bring

Ambulare, comedere, fremere oblivio Aut ego plenissima luna? Libero adhuc custodiebantur ab aliquo Pulchra et inhumana

Who cred rainy skies bleak and rainbows art? Unseen the soft beauty of snow Yet no truth — only man— set apart The chirping of birds, the cawing of crows

[talesxfelysium]

tag dump for future organization <3

[diadoescomics]

My tribute comic to the Ancients.

It didn't really come out as I would have liked but I'm glad I finished it.

The text is from the song "What Angel Wakes Me" from the Titania fight in ffxiv, written by Masayoshi Soken. Making this comic was only possible through the support of my patrons. If you enjoyed it and want to see more don't forget to ring that bell and smash the subscribe button consider giving me a follow and donating on kofi or subbing on patreon! Links are on my pinned post

[yaeggravate]

fascinating. hey wasn't there a witch (nicole?) in the hexenzirkel teaser shown blowing away air

kaeya's character draws inspiration from several fictional figures: most prominently hagen/hogni, the baby from midsummer night's dream, and possibly kai from the snow queen.

today, i want to talk about the play midsummer night's dream by shakespeare. tl;dr: prince kaeya theory isn't dead, it's his mother who was royalty

the story includes the plot of oberon, the fairy king, and his wife the fairy queen titania fighting over an unnamed INDIAN baby. there's other Shenanigans going on but we don't care about them. oberon is thought to be a variant spelling derived from alberich. remember alberich means elf king.

In the legendary history of the Merovingian dynasty Oberon is a magician, the brother of Merowech (Mérovée). In the medieval German epic the Nibelungenlied he is the dwarf who guards the underground treasure of the Nibelungen and is overcome by Siegfried and forced to yield the “cloak of darkness” (the Tarn-kappe).

this seems to check out as the merovingian dynasty includes figures such as clothar and caribert. so assume oberon = alberich = kaeya's ancestor or father.

now, this baby was the child of titania's human attendent and an indian king. the woman died leaving titania to take care of the child for her sake. in other words, this baby was an INDIAN PRINCE raised by a bunch of fairies: a changeling.

i think the baby being indian could be why they decided to make kaeya into a brown king. (wow i can't believe shakespeare is the reason why kaeya has melanin everyone say thank you shakespeare.)

LOTS of questions does this raise; but since this game likes to switch things around (remus founded remuria instead of romulus for example) it's really hard to predict what direction they decided to go in. we know at least the alberichs aren't of royal blood, so it could've been his mother who was a queen. because notice that the prince kaeya baiting has NOT stopped even after they told us the alberichs weren't royalty. just look at his hangout where he literally plays a prince and the fischl and kaeya cake.

why would they drop hints about kaeya being a prince from his voicelines to OTHER people's voicelines to his constellation to his splashart to the play to the inspiration behind his character only to backtrack on it? even hagen, kaeya's other equivalent, was the son of a queen.

the question remains then, what exactly was his mother the queen of?

[literallys-illiteracy]

Project Moon Reading list

this is mt attempt at a comprehensive list of the references in Project Moon Games.

if you have any that arent listed, feel free to share them.

Lobotomy Corporation:

SCP-049 (Plague Doctor) (Speculated)

Portrait of Dorian Grey (Portrait of Another World; Mirror Of Adjustment) (Speculated)

Bible (One Sin and Hundreds of Good Deeds, Plague Doctor, Skin Prophecy, Flesh Idol, Burrowing Heaven, Express Train to Hell, Whitenight, Carmen)

Midsummer Nights Dream (Fariy Festival)

[Radio Station] UVB-76//The Buzzer (1.76Mhz)(Speculated)

Necronomicon//General Lovecraft (Skin Prophecy)

Colour Out of Space (Fragment of the Universe) (speculated; Thematically almost certainly lovecraft inspired)

The Little Match Girl (Scorched Girl)

Beauty and the Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

The Red Shoes (Red Shoes)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Scarecrow searching for wisdom; Warm Hearted Woodsman)

Colour Out of Space (Child of the Galaxy) (speculative)

The Snow Queen (The Snow Queen)

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (Rudolta of the Sleigh)

[Opera] Der Freischutz (Der Freischutz)

Snow White and the seven dwarves (Snow White's Apple)

Alarune (Alriune) (speculative)

The Little Prince (Little Prince)

Little Red Riding Hood (Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary; Big and Will be Bad Wolf)

Three Little Pigs (Big and Will be Bad Wolf)

The Six Swans (Dream of a Black Swan) (Speculative)

[Music] Bethoven's Moonlight Sonata (Il Pianta De La Luna, Silent Orchestra)

[Film] Spirited Away (Mountain of Smiling Bodies) (Design) (Speculative)

Wonderlab specific:

Alice's adventures in wonderland (Red Queen, Hookah Butterfly)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Scaredy Cat and the road home)

The little mermaid (Piscence mermaid)

Midsummer nights dream (Titania)

[Conjecture/Heavy Speculation] Snow Queen or Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (Nobody Is)

Rapunzel (Tangle)

Lady in the Lake (White Lake)

Mythology and Folklore:

[Buddhist] Preta (Clouded Monk)

[Celtic] Faerie (Fairy Festival)

[German] Der Freischutz "The Freeshooter" (Der Freischutz)

[German] Doppelganger "Double Walker" (Nothing There) (thematic)

[German] Nachtkrapp "Night raven" (Big Bird) (Speculative; Personally unconvinced)

[Greek] Stymphalian birds (Punishing Bird) (Speculative)

[Greek] Pygmalion//Galatea (Pygmalion)

[Japanese] Baku (Void Dream)

[Japanese] Jubokko "Tree Child" (Grave of Cherry blossoms)

[Jewish] Kabbalah (Tree of life, Malkuth, Yesod, Netzach, Hod, Tifret, Gevurah, Hesed, Chokma, Binah, Keter, Ayin)

[Jewish] Succubus//Incubus (Porccubus)

[Korean] Urban Legend regarding "Grape Welch Soda" (An Opened Can of Welcheers)

[Norse] Yggdrasil (Parasite Tree) (Speculative: Giant Tree Sap)

[Roman] Justicia // Lady Justice (Judgement Bird)

[Roman] Laetitia (Laetitia)

[Russian]  Zhar-ptitsa "The Firebird" (The Firebird)

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Library of Ruina:

Library of Babel

Do Androids dream of electric sheep? (Thematic, Achievement name)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (The Adult Who Tells Lies, Scaredy cat and the road home)

The Marvelous Land of Oz (Ozma)

Town Musicians of Bremen (The Musicians of Bremen)

The Jaunt (WARP trains)

Nosferatu (Nosferatu)

Macbeth ("And then is Heard no more")

[Film] The hour of the wolf (Tanya)

[tarot] The fool (Jester of Nihil)

[poetry] Sky, Wind, Stars, and Poem (SPB&TP mili song) (thematic)

[poetry] Orlando furioso /& Orlando Innamoratto. (Roland and related cast (Argalia, angelica, etc.))

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Limbus Company

The Divine Comedy (Dante & surrounding cast)

The Wings (Yi Sang & co.)

Faust (Faust)

Don Quixote (Don Quixote)

Hell Screen (Ryoshu)

The Stranger//L'etranger//The Outsider (Meursault)

Dream of the red chamber (Hong Lu)

Wuthering Heights (Heathcliff & Co.)

Moby Dick//The Whale (ishmael & Co.)

Crime and Punishment (Rodion & Sonya)

Demian (Sinclair & Co.)

The Odyssey (Outis, Cyclops)

The Metamorphosis (Gregor)

Limbus Company - Minor References:

Peter pan (Smee)

Sherlock Holmes: (Timekilling Time Stage Names)

Scandal in time (Scandal in Bohemia)

A Case of the Gallows (A Case of Identity) (speculative)

The Adventure of three detectives (The Adventure of Three Students)

The White Scarved League (The Red Headed League)

The Clock Tower of Fear (Valley of Fear)

The Final Problem (The Final Problem)

Midsummer night dream (Midwinter Nightmare EGO gift)

The Time Machine (Hubert from TKT) (Speculative)

The Stars (Alfonso and Stephanette)

The Old Man and The Sea (Indigo elder) (Speculative)

Murder on the Orient Express (Murder on the WARP express)

Vampire the Masqurade (Casseti) (Speculative)

The Masque of the Red Death (Casseti) (Speculative)

The one who rules (Stage name "the one who lords") (speculative)

Real People:

League of nine:

Kim Kirim (김기림) (Rim)

Yi Hyoseok (이효석) (Aseah)

Lee Jong-myeong (이종명) (Yurang)

Kim Yu-yeong (김유영) (???/ Unnamed Member)

Chi-Jin Yoo (유치진). Pen name: Dongrang (동랑) (Dongrang)

Cho Yong-man (조용만) (Aneung)

Lee Tae-jun (이태준) (Sang-heo)

Jeong Ji-yong (정지용) (Young-ji)

Lee Mu-young (이무영) (Gap-ryong)

Park Taewon (박태원) (Gubo)

Kim Hae-Gyeong (김해경). Pen name Yi Sang (이상) (Yi Sang)

Park Pal-yang (박팔양) (???/ Unnamed member)

Gim Yujeong (김유정) (Dongbaek)

Kim Hwan-tae (김환태) (Nul-in)

other(s):

Agatha Christi (Grade 1 Fixer Agatha)

Kim Sakkat (Bamboo Hatted Kim)

Alphonse Daudet (Alfonso)

Vergil (Vergillius)

EGO and Abnormalities:

Midsummers Night Dream (Midwinter Nightmare) (EGO gift)

Carmilla (400 roses Anormality) (Carmilla EGO gift)

Metropolis (Resident of Metropolaris) (Speculative)

Snow White and the seven dwarves (Ebony Queen's Apple)

Pride and Predgudice (Spider of Marrige)

Poem of a dying butterfly (no.10 Crows Eye View) (A Dying Butterfly

Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer (Sandolph)

[Religion, Abrahamic religions] (Skin Prophet) (Heavenly Executioners throne) (Sign of Roses) (Heavenly Commanders Throne) (Broken Wings) (ichthys (Headless ichthys))

[Religion, Buddhist] (Ya Śūnyatā Tad Rūpam EGO) (My Form Empties)

[Folklore, Celtic] Faeries (Fairy Long-Legs, Fairy Gentleman, Faelantern)

[Folklore, German] Der Freishutze (Der Freishutze) (Der Fluchshutze)

[Folklore, Korean] The Green Frog (Blubbering Toad)

[Folklore, Korean] Dol hareubang (Wishing Cairn) (Pagoda Veneration)

[msklassickilla]

Delirious | J. Uso|R. Reigns Two

Summary: When Titania buys an old typewriter from a closing thrift store, she thinks it’s just a vintage gem—until the words she types start coming true. However, the typewriter doesn’t just bring fantasies to life—it twists them. Giving Titania way more than she bargained for.

Pairing: Titania Marshall (Black OC) x Jey Uso x Roman Reigns

Author’s Note: This story is another AU thing. So, it might align, or it might not. I will try my best to keep it current enough. Nonetheless, it’s mash up of a few things: That one episode of Goosebumps. That one episode of the Twilight Zone. And that movie by the same title, Delirious featuring John Candy. I’ma make it work. Plus, I like mystical spooky shit with a bit of Jerry Springer type mess.

Warning(s): Will be updated each chapter. None for this.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Two

Titania woke to the faint hum of music and the unmistakable scent of pancakes wafting up from the kitchen. She blinked at the ceiling, groggy and disoriented. Had she left the TV on last night? No, that wasn’t right. The typewriter... Jey...

Her heart raced as the memories from the night before came rushing back. She sat up abruptly, clutching the edge of her comforter. For a brief, hopeful second, she considered that maybe it had all been a vivid dream—some bizarre, storm-fueled hallucination.

Then the sound of a spatula scraping against a pan broke through her thoughts.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, hesitating. Every logical part of her brain screamed that this couldn’t be happening, but the smell of butter and syrup was all too real. Slowly, she rose and crept toward the staircase, each step down bringing the sounds from the kitchen into sharper focus.

As she rounded the corner, her breath caught in her throat.

Jey Uso stood at her stove, his broad back to her, wearing a plain white T-shirt and gray sweatpants that hung comfortably on his hips. His damp curls bounced slightly as he hummed along to a song playing from his phone on the counter. He flipped a pancake with practiced ease, then grabbed a plate to stack it alongside a tower of perfectly golden ones.

Titania gripped the banister, her knees threatening to give out. “This can’t be real,” she whispered to herself.

Jey turned at the sound of her voice, his face lighting up with a warm smile. “Morning, beautiful.”

Her throat went dry. She stared at him, unable to form a coherent response as he wiped his hands on a dish towel and walked toward her.

“You okay?” he asked, tilting his head as he stopped a few feet away. “You look like you’ve seen ghost, baby.”

“I—” Titania started, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m fine. Just... didn’t expect you to still be here.”

Jey chuckled, his grin widening. “Where else would I be? I’m not doing shows this week, remember? Figured I’d get in some QT with my girl while I can.”

Titania blinked, her stomach lurching. He said it so casually, so naturally, like this was just another ordinary day. But it wasn’t ordinary—he wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Right,” she said weakly, forcing a tight smile.

Jey didn’t seem to notice her unease. He gestured toward the kitchen with a proud little flourish. “Come eat before it gets cold. I made your favorite—blueberry pancakes, extra syrup.”

Her stomach twisted even tighter. She hadn’t told him her favorite breakfast.

Feeling like she was floating through a dream—or maybe a nightmare—Titania followed him into the kitchen. Jey moved around the space with ease, grabbing plates and silverware like he’d done it a hundred times before. He slid a plate stacked with pancakes in front of her and sat down across the table, smiling as if nothing was amiss.

She stared at the food, her appetite nowhere to be found.

“So,” Jey said between bites of his own breakfast, “what’s on the agenda today? You working on anything new?”

Her eyes snapped up to meet his, her pulse racing. “What?”

“You know, writing,” he said, gesturing vaguely with his fork. “You’re always saying how you don’t take enough breaks, so I figured I’d ask before you buried yourself in another story.”

Titania forced out a nervous laugh. “Oh. Uh, yeah. Nothing big right now.”

“Well, maybe I can help you brainstorm later,” Jey offered, winking at her. “You’ve got all the talent—I just add the charm.”

She barely heard him. Her mind was spinning, replaying everything he’d said. How did he know so much about her? About her favorite breakfast, her writing habits? She hadn’t written these details into her story last night, yet he knew them as if they’d been together for years.

Jey’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Hey.”

She looked up to find him watching her with a concerned expression. “You sure you’re good? You seem... I don’t know. Off.”

Titania scrambled to recover, plastering on what she hoped was a convincing smile. “I’m good. Just didn’t sleep well, I guess. The storm, you know?”

Jey studied her for a moment, then nodded, his brow relaxing. “Yeah, it was rough. I kept thinking the power was gonna go out again. Glad it didn’t, though—I’d have missed my pancakes.”

She let out a nervous laugh, fiddling with her fork. He went back to eating, chatting casually about his plans for the week, but Titania barely heard a word. All she could think about was the typewriter upstairs, and the impossible reality sitting across from her at the table.

----

Titania perched on the edge of the couch, watching Jey as he scrolled through his phone at the other end. He was sprawled out comfortably, his arm draped across the backrest like he’d claimed the space long ago. His phone pinged, and he laughed softly at whatever popped up on his screen.

“You’re still in that group chat with Jimmy and Solo?” Titania asked, trying to sound casual.

Jey looked up and grinned. “Of course. That chat’s always poppin’. Jimmy’s been spamming us all morning with videos of his kids singing karaoke. Solo’s mad ‘cause he says they’re off-key, and Jimmy keeps telling him he’s just jealous.”

Titania forced a smile, her heart thudding in her chest. The level of detail in his answer made her head spin. She’d seen clips of Jimmy’s kids on Instagram before, but she hadn’t written anything like that into her story. Yet here was Jey, acting like it was second nature to talk about his brothers, just like any other morning.

“I thought Solo would be busy training for his next match,” she said carefully, testing him.

“Nah, he’s got a light day,” Jey replied, setting his phone down and leaning forward. “He said something about watching film later, though. He’s taking this stuff real serious—trying to hold it down for the new Bloodline, you know?”

Her hands tightened into fists on her lap. Everything he was saying lined up perfectly with what she knew about Jey’s real life—his brothers, his cousins, the way they worked together as a family in WWE. It wasn’t just the facts; it was how effortlessly he remembered them, as if his world had been perfectly stitched into hers.

“You sure you straight, Tee?” Jey asked, his brow creasing with concern. “You’re awful quiet today.”

“Yea, I’m straight,” she said quickly, waving him off. “Just thinking about... stuff.”

“Stuff?” he echoed, chuckling. “Alright, you don’t wanna tell me—it’s cool. But you know I can see right through you, right?”

She swallowed hard, forcing another weak smile. “It’s nothing, really.”

Jey leaned back, watching her for a moment before letting it drop. He picked up his phone again, scrolling aimlessly, and the silence that followed was deafening.

Titania’s gaze flickered toward the stairs, where the typewriter waited in her room like a dormant storm. Her stomach churned. She needed to know more. She needed to test it.

An hour later, Jey wandered into the kitchen, whistling softly as he rummaged through the fridge. Titania seized the opportunity to slip upstairs, closing the door to her bedroom behind her.

The typewriter sat on her desk, gleaming in the afternoon light. Its keys seemed to taunt her, daring her to push her luck. Her hands trembled as she rolled a blank sheet of paper into the machine and rested her fingers on the keys.

She hesitated, her mind racing. What if this made things worse? What if she couldn’t stop whatever she set in motion? But the curiosity—the need to understand—was too strong to ignore.

Her fingers began to move, clumsily typing:

Jey gets a phone call from his bosses asking him to fly to Tampa for a last-minute meeting.

She stared at the words, her pulse pounding in her ears. For a moment, nothing happened. The room remained still, the air heavy with anticipation.

Then, downstairs, she heard Jey’s phone ring.

----

Titania froze at the sound of Jey’s phone ringing, the unmistakable buzz cutting through the quiet house. Her breath hitched as she strained to listen, every nerve in her body on edge.

“Yo, what’s up?” Jey’s voice called from downstairs. She heard him answer the call, his tone casual, like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Her heart raced as she edged toward the door, pressing her ear against it. She could hear Jey’s muffled voice, the cadence of his words matching the exact scenario she had typed moments ago.

“Yeah, no problem,” Jey said, his voice growing clearer as he walked toward the living room. “I’ll head to the airport now. Should be able to catch the next flight out.”

Titania’s fingers curled around the doorknob, her grip tightening. This isn’t possible, she thought. She’d written that line. She’d made it happen.

A minute later, she heard the faint sound of Jey ending the call. “Babe?” he called, his voice drifting up the stairs. “Can you come down here for a sec?”

Her stomach dropped. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of her room and made her way downstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last.

Jey was standing by the couch, his phone still in his hand and an apologetic look on his face. “I gotta head to Tampa,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Last-minute meeting. They need me there ASAP.”

Titania stared at him, struggling to keep her expression neutral. “Oh,” she said weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He sighed, walking toward her with his usual easy confidence. “I hate to leave so soon. I was looking forward to hanging out for a few days, but you know how it is.”

She nodded numbly, her mind racing. “Yeah, I get it. Work comes first, right?”

Jey smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back, I promise. Maybe we can do something special next weekend?”

Before she could respond, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. The warmth of his lips sent a shiver through her, grounding her in a reality that felt too solid to deny.

“Thanks for understanding,” he murmured, pulling back and giving her a soft grin.

Titania managed a small nod, her voice caught in her throat. She watched as he grabbed his luggage from the corner of the living room, moving with the easy familiarity of someone who belonged there.

“You’re the best,” Jey said, flashing her one last smile as he opened the front door. The rain had stopped, and the afternoon sunlight streamed through, painting the doorway in warm gold.

And then he was gone.

Titania stood frozen in the living room, her hands trembling at her sides. The house felt impossibly quiet without him, the weight of the silence pressing down on her.

She sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. The call had been too perfect, too precise—every word, every detail unfolding exactly as she’d written. The typewriter wasn’t just powerful; it was terrifying.

She looked toward the stairs, where the machine sat waiting, gleaming like a predator in the shadows.

“What the fuck have I done?” she whispered.

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The house was too still. The hum of the fridge in the kitchen and the occasional creak of the floorboards under the settling house only seemed to amplify the quiet. Titania sat on the couch, knees pulled to her chest, staring blankly at her phone.

The text Jey had sent stared back at her:

Made it to the airport. Thanks for being so cool about this. Miss you already. ❤️

Her chest tightened. It was such a simple message, something any partner might send—but the weight of it crushed her. She’d written him into existence, conjured him with a few keystrokes. He wasn’t supposed to be here, let alone texting her like they had years of history.

She dropped the phone onto the cushion beside her and buried her face in her hands. No matter how many times she replayed it in her mind, it didn’t make sense. Jey’s presence was seamless, flawless. He remembered his family, his career, even their supposed relationship, with a level of detail that terrified her.

It wasn’t just what she’d written; it was everything the typewriter had filled in on its own.

She stood abruptly, unable to sit still any longer. Her thoughts swirled in an endless loop, and she felt like she might suffocate if she didn’t move. Titania paced the room, her bare feet soundless on the worn carpet.

Her gaze flickered toward the stairs, where the typewriter sat in her bedroom. A sharp pang of fear hit her stomach, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the curiosity gnawing at her.

I have to understand it, she thought. I need to know how far this thing goes.

Before she could stop herself, she was halfway up the stairs, her breath shallow as she approached the door to her room. She paused, her hand on the doorknob, her heart thundering in her chest. For a fleeting moment, she considered turning back.

But the pull was too strong.

Titania pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes immediately locking onto the typewriter. It sat on her desk, gleaming innocently in the soft afternoon light, as if it hadn’t just turned her life upside down.

She walked toward it slowly, her pulse quickening with each step. Her hands hovered over the keys, trembling. The temptation was overwhelming.

“What else can you do?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She glanced at the notebook sitting next to the typewriter, filled with half-baked story ideas and fanfiction concepts she’d never gotten around to finishing. The pages were a chaotic mess of scratched-out notes, doodles, and snippets of dialogue.

Titania flipped through the notebook absently, her thoughts swirling. She could write something harmless—something small, just to see what happened. No big risks.

But her fingers froze, hovering over the notebook. She remembered Jey’s phone call. The typewriter didn’t just execute her words; it brought them to life in a way that felt real, almost too real.

Her stomach churned. What if she wrote something that couldn’t be undone?

Titania backed away from the desk, shaking her head. “No,” she muttered to herself. “Not again. Not tonight.”

She left the room quickly, closing the door behind her as if that might contain the typewriter’s power. The moment she was back in the hallway, a wave of relief washed over her—but it was short-lived.

The pull was still there, lingering in the back of her mind, whispering promises of possibility.

That night, Titania lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The house felt empty without Jey, and the silence seemed to stretch endlessly around her. She couldn’t stop replaying the events of the day, every detail solidifying the terrifying reality of what she’d done.

The typewriter wasn’t just a tool; it was something far more dangerous.

And despite everything, she knew it was only a matter of time before she sat down at that desk again.

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Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, but it did little to ease the tension knotting Titania’s shoulders. She sat at the edge of her bed, her phone in hand, staring at Jey’s most recent text:

Landed in Tampa. Meeting starts in an hour. Call you later, babe. Love you.

“Love you,” she whispered to herself, the words foreign and heavy on her tongue. She hadn’t written that, either.

Her thumb hovered over the keyboard, debating whether to respond. What would she even say? Every time she thought about it, her chest tightened. She finally set the phone down, her hands trembling.

The sound of rain from the night before had been replaced by the hum of birds outside, their songs drifting through the window. But Titania’s world didn’t feel brighter. If anything, it felt more fragile—like reality itself was teetering on the edge of something she couldn’t control.

She pushed herself up and wandered downstairs, the ache in her chest deepening as she moved through the house. Every room still carried faint traces of Jey. The faint smell of his cologne lingered in the air. His towel was still draped over the armrest of the couch. A mug sat on the counter, forgotten in the rush to leave.

It all felt so ordinary, like he’d always been here.

But he hadn’t.

Titania’s knees nearly buckled as the weight of it all came crashing down on her. She braced herself against the counter, gripping the edge with white-knuckled hands.

“I did this,” she muttered, her voice cracking. “This is all my fault.”

She forced herself to move, tidying up the small traces of him that had been left behind. It felt mechanical, like going through the motions might somehow erase the impossible reality she’d created. But when she finally sat down on the couch, the emptiness was suffocating.

Her phone buzzed beside her, startling her out of her thoughts. She grabbed it quickly, her stomach knotting as she saw another message from Jey:

Meeting just started. Hope your morning’s going good, Tee. Don’t forget to eat!

Titania stared at the screen, her heart pounding. He cared—he genuinely cared. And that made everything so much worse.

Her gaze drifted to the stairs, where the typewriter waited in her bedroom. She could almost feel its pull, a quiet hum in the back of her mind, promising her control over a world that had already spiraled out of her grasp.

She knew she shouldn’t use it again. She knew it was dangerous. But a small, treacherous thought lingered, no matter how much she tried to push it away.

What if I could make it right?

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[sash2liva]

Your doodles with Titanic (Titan x Titania) is so sweet 🥰 🥰🥰 And I honestly sometimes imagine how these two walk together through the endless space, and somewhere behind them all moons of the Solar System sing:

🎶Can you feel the love tonight?... 🎶

And so...can I get this doodle? 👉👈

No pressure of course! :)

It was supposed to be a doodle but I got carried away—

Also thank you so much, this song fits them really well!💖💖💖

[emblemxeno]

I saw that my ask had gotten eaten by this hellsite, so I'll repost it again. Lucky you, I had it saved!

I think the thing that pisses me off the most about FE fans... is how much they often feel like they miss the point of the series.

"According to the developers, the Fire Emblem series' central theme revolves around the inherent humanity of the characters, who have more to them than just being chess pieces. The games also encourage a lot of individual growth and players using whoever they like the most, due to the emphasis on the humanity of the cast and the sanctity of each life. This, it seems, is sadly lost on the portion of the fandom that takes the Nintendo Hard difficulty as a reason to rigidly adhere to using characters within the lens of strategic elements based on immediate gains. Add that to how a lot of the series locks behind character potential through supports and the fandom's reluctance to actually learn more and state their opinions on it without adopting an extremely binary morality view (see below), and the community clearly enjoys the game, if for much different reasons than what the devs intended. Can't get more of a dissonance than to have a theme song loudly blare The Power of Friendship and people not understanding that the characters are humans within their own rights. Matters are not helped by virtue of people wanting to validate themselves within their "correct" opinion of the story, not taking into consideration how others may see differently or the fact that there's only losers in war for all sides, a theme that Fire Emblem Fates and Fire Emblem: Three Houses bash you on the head with." Source: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/MisaimedFandom/FireEmblem

Like, FE has always, always been about love, bonds and the power of emotions triumphing all in a simulation RPG. The bonds of who you use, who lives, who dies, who marries who, that has been the heart and soul of the series by treating the various cast members as their own people with their own lives, will to live, and inherently diverse views on how the world works. There being so many ways to play FE and so many strategies that if you make it work, that just shows you overcoming the game's challenges; you can use Seth or Titania to solo most of their games, but just as much use Amelia or Rolf to do that if you so want to. And the difference is that while there's often restrictions for said characters, you can and often do are able to make it work by playing on those inefficiencies and use whatever strategies you can to overcome the challenges in a simulation RPG. It's inherently about subjectivity, and inherently about love, hope, and kickass swords! The broad strokes and worldbuilding of the series yet sheer richness of the story and sheer randomness for how your runs may turn out leave so much to headcanon and worldbuilding, letting YOU play the way you want to play and nobody else. It makes for a truly amazing storytelling experience that isn't rivaled by any other FE game in the series. It's inherently subjective, straight from interviews, no less:

“I think it’s because of the focus we’ve had in recent games on having you develop affinities for the characters,” Maeda says. “You choose the characters you like out of a large stable, you’ve got a lot of freedom to build them the way you like, and each player has their own characters they’re fond of.” [...] “It looks a bit like you’re moving players around in a chess match at first, but in reality, each one of them are human beings, with flesh and blood,” says Intelligent Systems director Kouhei Maeda. “As the player, you don’t want to lose them. You love them as a real person/character, and you want to make them stronger.” Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/fireemblem/comments/plrmlt/i_found_a_really_interesting_interview_on_the/

NOM: So the purpose was to make it simple but fun, but what does that mean, exactly? Narihiro: When it comes to Simulation, it is actually difficult to think that there are too many visible components. Each component alone is simple, but variation increases based on the combination of these components. By combining a multitude of simple components, it means that each person can play in their own way. For example, individuals who say, “I want to fight using only female units” or, “I only want to use bows!” can play according to their own desires. (laughs) Source: https://kantopia.wordpress.com/2020/04/21/fire-emblem-path-of-radiance-staff-interview-highlights-nintendo-dream-june-2005/

FE is truly unique, special and amazing for the sheer empathy, warmth and humanity it exhibits, and it taught me to value the meaning of human life and all it values. And I'd have no problems if people actually realized how geared FE is to inherent subjectivity regardless. But that's not what happened. The FE fandom is reclusive, reactionary and territorially aggressive to even the slightest bit of self-expression or non-curative fanlore, being so utterly obsessed with being "objectively correct" they invented stuff like 'Personal Experience Means Nothing' despite the inherent subjectivity of the series and bashed anyone for having the "wrong opinion" while taking what's fundamentally a simple yet fun gameplay experience and not only tried to outright compare it to chess, but had the shitting temerity to act like they were qualified to "teach" the centralized way of playing FE at college communities. (https://twitter.com/lucky_lunatrick/status/1790562171207696517). This is a fandom that revels in excluding people while continuously gaslighting anyone who dares protest this abusive relationship (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlIOI057L0g) while shitting on anyone for daring to show emotion to the story as "bad taste" (https://youtu.be/DInHAC3FIL4?si=xIWiekGECP_McfLk, https://youtu.be/p2k24l-c13w?si=BGzqZr6eGx5RO3Xa). All while they are so dedicated to "fighting misinformation" in the fandom, while being blind to their own biases in story and spewing open misinformation or misinterpretation of the story or coming up with ideas of what they're like. They take a game series fundamentally about subjectivity with many right ways and tried to make it as objective as possible with there being only "one" right way of playing the series. They took a series that bashes you on the head of the humanity of all sides yet they only see from their perspective and try to act like their side is automatically right while all others is evil. It's cartoonish how much they miss the point of the series. It's like saying My Little Pony supports Nazi beliefs like /mlpol/ tried to argue, when that's just objectively not true. Given it involves openly hacking the game for 0% growth runs or playing in blatantly rushing elements, it feels sincerely like they're playing for factually the wrong reasons, and I don't use that term genuinely. Worse, they actually think this hyper-fixation on being "objectively correct" means they can exclude others!:

>"Players feel excluded when their gameplay doesn't reflect community standards" This is a non-issue. Not everyone needs to be part of every discussion. I keep bringing this example up in these threads, but if I play Smash Bros casually and there's a competitive tier list thread going on, I don't feel the need to participate. I can read it and it's fun to learn how competitive people play and how they see the game, but at no point do I feel like I need to butt in with my uninformed opinion. The problem is people wanting to be included when they have nothing of value to say. Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/fireemblem/comments/16q6tnu/how_efficiency_has_warped_the_fe_community_and/

Like, to give an idea how fucking unhinged this is; Smash Bros. is a metagame that, doubtlessly as you know, has an extremely in-depth and complicated metagame of ways to play the game and the best ways to win a match-up. Everything is usually fiercely defined by usability and with clear winners and losers. This is okay, because there doesn't need to be anything other than that, because Smash Bros. is at a competitive level on a fundamental level that doesn't need that. The skill ceiling is very high and only the best of the best will win you the day. Which is fine... but FE is a single-player strategy RPG. A game that explicitly has it so that you're strongly encouraged to play the way you want to play and emotionally invest in the characters you love, and ultimately use that gameplay to help them change their fate and earn them a happy ending through the amount of emotional investment you provide them. All while still not applying any kind of media analysis on FE or what its story means.

The fandom absolutely hates having to dig for any story context even when it's there in the game and loudly screeching at the player, because if it's not lore dumps or blatantly spoonfeeding context to the player, it's useless. People hated Fates because it so dissatisfied this completionist/"true gamer" mentality because it was emotionally unsatisfying for them because they refused to dig deeper. While 3H gets praise for them removing that fundamental self-discovery and personalization element of the series and spoonfeeding it by forcing it to the player as unsubtly as possible to tell them what they think. In almost any other fandom this would be seen as ridiculous, but the FE community is so ass-backwards they think this is good writing and gobble it up while shitting on Engage for being "back to basics" (which I didn't like like you did OP, but I respect what people love about it so much).

FE is a fandom that willfully and ignorantly twists the series's sentiments to its own self-justifying perspective while having a superiority complex over a fucking anime JRPG. And gets mad when you point out how pointless it is and only exists to be exclusionary! And I'd be fine with it if it was one sector of the fandom, but this shit is fucking everywhere. It's like if Fallout only had No Mutants Allowed as the only place to go for the fandom when you don't think the Bethesda Fallout games are the devil (well, not me and 3 anyways, that game slapped), while the shitting on people's tastes is so omnipresent it makes me wonder how anyone tolerates them IRL because they're the kinds of people who will die alone because nobody would put up with their above-average midwit brainiac egotist Brian Griffin-lookin' ahh.

Point is, while there are fandoms with a reputation as more toxic (e.g. Steven Universe pre-porn exodus, Danganronpa, Undertale, etc.), I cannot think of a fandom that's as exclusionary or downright missing the point of the series on an objective level (and again, I avoid using absolutes as much as possible!) as the FE fandom. The kicker is that people loved Fates and you consistently have luck with people who adore the story and its characters outside of these mainstream communities, but the hardcore fans are so utterly toxic they shame anyone for daring to express it despite the fact it didn't become the second best selling FE ever out of thin air. I think you cannot get more closer to missing the goddamn point of your own series than if you made a mecha show that's fundamentally anti-war and say "Wow! Cool robot!".

this was the long post, guys.

the post where i was frustrated with this website, was applied to this

[tickldpnk8]

Sandman casting so far

Aside from returning castmembers, this is what I’m seeing so far for our casting for the upcoming episodes as they align to storylines and arcs. (I’m pulling from Tudum and Redanian)

Midsummer Night’s Dream

Jack Gleeson as Puck

Ruta Gedmintas as Titania

Spike White as Dick Cowley

James Darch as Richard Burbage

Season of Mists

Esmé Creed-Miles as Delirium

Adrian Lester as Destiny

Freddie Fox as Loki

Clive Russell as Odin

Laurence O’Fuarain as Thor

Ann Skelly as Nuala

Douglas Booth as Cluracan

Song of Orpheus/Thermidor

Ruairi O’Connor as Orpheus

Ella Rumpf as Eurydice

Garry Cooper as Hades

Emmanuela Lia as Naya

Daphne Alexander as Bromie

Tafline Steen as Xantho

Paul Brennen as Captain Carnot

Daniel Hoffmann-Gill as Guillaume

A Game of You (?)/Brief Lives

Indya Moore as Wanda (also in AGoY, but we have filming of her in Brief Lives scenes)

Alison Nadine as Wanda’s mother (will appear where Wanda does)

Brief Lives

Jordan Adene as Donnie Capax

Steve Coogan as Barnabas

Barry Sloane as “The Prodigal.”

Kayode Akinyemi as Kris

Amber Rose Revah as Ishtar

Stewart Scudamore as Andros

The Kindly Ones

Returning cast members spotted filming

The Wake

Returning cast members spotted filming

High Cost of Living

Adwoa Akoto as Amelia Robbins

Unknown

Antonia Desplat in an Unknown Role

Charlotte Bate as Tally

Jade Burnett as Guardswoman

Lee Byford as Piccadilly Police Officer

Ben Allen as Simon

Gavin Spokes as Jeremy

Johnny Labey in an Unknown Role

Edward Chlerich in an Unknown Role

Andre Flynn in an Unknown Role

Wil Coban in an Unknown Role

Joel Burman in an Unknown Role

Rilwan Abiola Owokoniran in an Unknown Role

Bridgette Amofah in an unknown role

Jacqueline Boatswain as Prime Minister

Segun Fawole as Laurie Webb

Michael Lyle in an Unknown Role

Richard Nicholas Emerson as VIP Funeral Guest

Ruth Sheen in an Unknown Role

Tayla Kovacevic-Ebong in an Unknown Role

So what are we thinking these Unknown story lines and roles might be at this point?? We’ve seen filming for TKO and also The Wake, so at this point I think we’re going beyond what we thought we’d get and are now going to get the entire Sandman storyline.

If I have time later, I’ll add links to the above.

[fortheloveof-39]

Boyfriend! Shouto x Black! Fem! Reader

Mdni, 18+, slight smut ,lots of fluff

Boyfriend!Shouto who thinks your honey blonde boho braids makes you look like a beautiful woodland nymph. The way the braids fall just past your shoulder blades and curl at the ends.  He finds it very curious that your braids have wavy pieces of hair coming from it in different spots of the braid, he wants to touch them and feel them against his hands-but he knows how protective you are about your hair.

Boyfriend!Shouto who watches you add small charms to your hair, before you all go out to the theatre to see 'A Midsummers Nights Dream'. He listens as you excitedly tell him that you've added a gold queen crown and cupid wing charms to your hair because your favorite characters are Puck and Titania.

As you add the last cupid wing charm to your braid, you see Shouto looking at you with a mix of awe and amazement. His eyes drinks in this ethereal vision of you;  the slinky peach-colored, silk dress that flows over your curves, the way your Fenty body shimmer lotion makes your skin glow like caramel. He wants to hold you tight to his body, as he leaves a trail of kisses from you collarbone to your earlobe…but he must shake those thought away-if you all want to make it to the play.

Boyfriend!Shouto who watches you laugh with Ibara as you all talk about gemstones and astrology, 'I feel so drawn to moonstone-which makes sense because I am a Water-sign and it helps open the flow of energy through me, to help with my water quirk', you said. 'I think Shouto could benefit from wearing a carnelian gemstone, to help with his fire quirk,' Ibara said with an airy voice.

You look over at Shouto, who pretends to concentrate on eating his cold sobu noodles.

Boyfriend!Shouto who loves your collection of anklets, you like to match your anklets to your necklaces-but there are ones that don't have a match. He has two that are his favorite, one with a flame charm that is a subtle nod to you and Shouto being together and one anklet that has a bell.

The bell anklet causes Shouto to feel feral, his mind drifts to moments where your legs are on his shoulders and he is teasing your clit with his tongue and sliding two-fingers into your juicy pussy; hearing you gasp as he makes tiny circle around your clit and your body jerk from pleaser & hearing the tiny bells jingle with each jerk or twitch of your body.

He smiles to himself, as he adjusts his jeans.

Boyfried!Shouto who hates being a part from you on his longer missions, so he secretly packs your bonnet in his suitcase. He knows you will look for it everywhere and resign yourself to buy a new one or sleep on the silk pillowcases that you all have on your bed. In the few moments he has to himself, he smells your bonnet and holds it close to his chest-letting the memories of your smile and laugh wash over him, to give into this happy feeling that feels like home.

Boyfriend!Shouto who on his drive back from his father's agency thinks about 'forever' with you, as Miguel 'Adorn' song plays as the soundtrack to his drive home to you. He thinks about how happy he would be to have you as his wife and mother of his children.