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literallys-illiteracy · 6 months ago

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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)

#project moon #limbus company #limbus #lcb #essays i wrote primarily while half asleep #projmoon #library of ruina #lobotomy corporation #lor #lob corp #lobotomy corp #Reading list #oh god im not going to tag every different book

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msklassickilla · 4 days ago

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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.

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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.

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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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tickldpnk8 · 5 months ago

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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.

#the sandman netflix #sandman casting #what we know so far #sandman season 2 #sandman speculation

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yaeggravate · 1 year ago

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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?

#SIGHHHH the pink hair too...#.txt #oberon and titania also show up in goethe's work faust #goethe as in kaeya's goth murder hotel 😮‍💨 and in a Queen song lmao #didn't know these bitches were celebrities damn #lore bytes

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-First Date by Blink-182 w/ Deuce Spade-

A short fic inspired by Deuce and Titania's love song.

Deuce double checks his outfit one last time in the mirror. He combs his fingers through his hair, adjusts his shirt, and takes a deep breath before leaving his dorm room. As he passes through the lounge, he gets a few whistles from his dormmates which turns his cheeks red. Cater flashes him a thumbs up and Trey pats his back but thankfully his two seniors refrain from commenting.

He speeds towards Ramshackle with butterflies twisting in the pit of his stomach and his heart beating rapidly. He nearly trips over his own shoes but finally he makes it up the dorm steps. He knocks a few times and pulls on his shirt cuffs once more when Grim, of all people, answers the door. He narrows his eyes at Deuce and crosses his paws against his fluffy chest.

“Can I help you?”

“Uh,” Deuce pauses, “I’m here to pick up Titania.”

Grim’s frown deepens. “And what are your intentions with her–HEY!” Titania appears behind Grim and yanks him up by the scruff. “So sorry about him,” she says. She places Grim down out of sight and quickly shuts the door before he can make good on his promises to fry Deuce alive.

“You look…” Deuce trails off. He isn’t sure the proper adjective to use because no words can truly describe how radiant she looks right now. There’s a beat of silence and when he fails to finish his sentence, Titania laughs.

“Thank you,” she says. She brushes a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. “You, too.”

“Is it okay if I hold your hand?” he asks. “On the walk to the restaurant.”

“I’d like that.” Titania holds out her hand and Deuce meets her halfway. They intertwine their fingers with matching red on their cheeks. As they head down to Foothill, the awkward air dissipates slightly and the two fall into an easy conversation. In fact, if it wasn’t for the fact he was holding her hand, Deuce could have convinced himself it was a normal day after school. He squeezes her hand and Titania’s sentence falters slightly, her smile becoming more shy.

Dinner is nothing special. Deuce is a high school student living off of allowance and random part-time work but he insists on covering the entire bill. Regardless, dinner is nice and he enjoys getting to spend time with her outside of their friend group and without the watchful eye of Grim. He hangs on her every sentence, kicking his feet under the table like a little school girl and praying to the Great Seven that she’s enjoying herself as much as he is.

He sweats a little when it’s time to pay, but somehow manages to pull through! He adds a note in his phone to thank his mom later (for the extra money and the date tips) then offers Titania his hand. “Do you want to… walk around for a little bit?”

She takes his hand without hesitation. “I’m always down for some window shopping. But, to be fair, I’d be willing to do anything with you.” Deuce’s face turns red and Titania’s words catch up with her a second later. “I just, I mean, I like spending time with you. So, you know. I don’t really care what we do, as long as we’re… together.” They stand silently for a moment, hand-in-hand in the middle of the restaurant. “Um–.”

“I like being together with you, too!” Deuce says quickly. Titania seems genuinely surprised, and he continues. “You always make me feel like it’s okay to be myself. I know I’m not the smartest or the easiest to be around sometimes, but whenever I’m with you, I know it’ll all be okay. I don’t know if that makes sense, though…” he trails off and looks down at his feet.

The two are silent again, then Titania gently tugs on his hand and leads him out of the restaurant. They sit beside each other on a nearby bench, their knees pressed together as they watch people pass by.

“My whole life,” she begins slowly, “I’ve had to act a certain way, to be perceived a certain way. I never really got the chance to be, like, a real person before I came here. Everything was always an act and the act had to be perfect. …Do you remember the egg incident?”

Deuce groans and Titania laughs at him. “When will you let that die?” he asks. He was a little confused about how chicken eggs work but that wasn’t a crime!

“Never,” she jokes. “But, seriously, I’m glad it happened. It showed me that, in this world, I didn’t have to keep up the veil of perfection. I didn’t have to pretend about who I was anymore. I could be messy and awkward and maybe a little clueless sometimes, and it would all be okay.” Titania turns to face him fully, her eyes shiny with tears. “You inspire me every day to be myself, and I love the person I’m becoming alongside you.”

Deuce rubs tears out of his eyes as he takes a deep breath. “You should have saved that for our second date,” he jokes lightly. Titania giggles and Deuce decides that her laugh might be his favorite sound. “I love the person I’m becoming with you, too. I have, long before I asked you out tonight.”

Titania places her shoulder against his, and intertwines their fingers once again. “I’m glad you did.” She pauses. “Can I kiss you? Or should I save that for the second date?”

Deuce’s heart goes into overdrive as he nods his head with vigour. “Please. Now. Um, I mean, I’d like to kiss you, too.”

He leans down towards her at the same time she lifts her head up and they end up hitting their foreheads together. Titania hisses before it turns into a laugh and Deuce rubs his forehead with a grimace. “Sorry,” he says. She doesn’t respond and, instead, places her hands on both of his cheeks. She slowly guides him towards her and their lips touch. The kiss lasts for only a second before he worries he’s going to burst into flames and pulls back quickly. His face is probably as red as his Housewarden’s hair and Titania, too, looks a little flushed. She stares in his eyes for a moment before biting her bottom lip and glancing away.

“So, walking?” she says.

Deuce shoots off the bench as rigid as a card soldier. “Yes! Let’s go!”

Titania follows his lead, looping her arm through his as the two continue with their awkward first date.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst oc #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst writing #twst oc writing #twst deuce

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