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STARTER CALL ! since i’ve been away and idk who is even active anymore
. HER DOMAIN IS A HEDONIST’S EDEN AND SHE , THE DIVINE FRUIT OF KNOWLEDGE ! / a private roleplay blog for titania of a midsummer night’s dream conjured by milly
I feel like it’s important to note that canonically the Seelie courts exist alongside the greek/roman pantheon and there are iterations of Titania throughout greco-roman mythos such as Chloris/Flora which are simply other denominations for Titania. As an immortal it is not uncommon to be known by many names among humankind throughout history.
titani.a, in pop culture : kind , basically a faerie godmother my, titani.a : “ hey kids mind if i use your corpses as fertilizer for my garden ?? ”
Weremoon
i’m ... a fool i haven’t made an aesthetic sideblog for titan.ia over here yet
HE , MORE FOREST THAN MAN ! a verdant sovereign of the trees GUARDIAN / PROTECTOR . ‘ fair beast merry meet , will you not come closer ? ‘ the pixies chorus in impassioned simpers . FURTHER INTO THE WOOD MEET OUR ENCHANTING LADY OF SPRING ! roses which bloom from her wrists , red as the blood from the veins which they flowered . the queen is parting the thick brambles gold-kissed fingertips prodding through the green . when she appears it is the shadows of the veil yet she herself is a’glow in a halo of nature’s vitality .
❛ my how lovely you are and yet we are but perfect strangers . ❜ breathless her words come pale eyes leering , flight suspended .
⥽ @mirearth ⥼ / ( sc )
STARTER CALL ! since i’ve been away and idk who is even active anymore
hello i am not dead titani.a was just hibernating
GRISH.AVERSE QUICK NOTES // a.k.a. more to come but here is a basic guide
obligatory name change from titania to ... tatia vetrova
for those of you who have read ko.s think ... elizaveta but tatia actually minds her own goddamn business
so yes ! she is a very old and powerful materialki ( a durast with an affinity for more nature oriented materials )
she refuses to be involved in the poltics of ravk.a despite being grish.a as she has lived for many years witnessing monarchs rise and fall . she has no love for the crown but she will fight for her fellow grish.a if the opportunity presents itself .
she lives by herself in the forests outside of balakirev . the local folk know her as THE WITCH OF THE VINE as it is said she can turn any fruit into exquisite wine . she is rumored to be grisha but many are too afraid to ask fearing how she may react .
meanwhile tatia has the same temperament as she does in her main verse . there is a pleasant air to her presence but she is as mysterious as ever and now she has the benefit of LYING to help spin her tales .
i will come back. soon, before the winter is over.
O’ DARK DOVE PROMISE ME WE ARE NOT AT OUR END ! it is winter in her heart when her lady of the departed must relent . EACH DAY I WILL SING TO YOU FROM THE ENCHANTED GROVE . the revelers had came and went , they marveled at death but how they feared her touch . but in the queen’s chest she grows like a night blossom , unfurling in the gloom for her eyes alone . ❛ i wish for us to be together always , my sweet lena . ❜ the tips of her fingers petal-soft , sweeping dark hair from fair cheek . I AM A VIOLENT AND FICKLE CREATURE BUT FOR YOU ALONE I WILL BE ABIDING / AN EVER-STEADY STREAM .
❛ but i know your dominion to be far greater than my own . ❜ death had no borders . it was the end / as it was the beginning . ❛ i hold no jealousy in my heart for that which you possess , but i fear i may envy the dying . ❜ how many had she led ? those quivering hands which she had clasped in the ivory palms of her own . a hallowed procession into the fathomage of eternal slumber . o’ she was but a small sovereign of greed . want was all-consuming when it possessed her . gripping her ! WITHOUT THOUGHT / WITHOUT REASON . it would leave the faerie disquieted until her return .
needle-sharp nails sweep across her lover’s neck and a petite hand finds purchase upon her chin . the mossy hues of her eyes glimmer gold with enticing magick . ❛ will you kiss me before you go ? it will be our binding promise . a bargain i’m afraid you will be forced to keep . ❜ contracts were but the currency of her kind . far more precious than any amount of coin or valuables . these words were weaved charms leaving no means for avoidance . SWEET was her smile , LIGHT was her timber , but GRAVE was her proposal . the love of the fair folk was a curious thing .
BOOK STARTERS : the bloody chamber / ( @lamorts ! )
the bloody chamber | book quote starters feel free to change pronouns as preferred. warnings for mentions of death, violence, torture.
she herself is a haunted house.
there is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.
we smile and smile and so they think we’re villains.
she does not know how to shiver.
my spite was sharp as broken glass.
sometimes the birds, at random, all singing, strike a chord.
i should like to grow enormously small, so that you could swallow me.
we are like two halves of a seed.
they have no respect for us: why should they?
yet wild things have a far more rational fear of us than is ours of them.
the end of exile is the end of being.
he has the special quality of virginity.
my father lost me to the beast at cards.
they say you might easily find him, if you had been foolish enough to venture out late.
if you stuff a corpse with garlic, why, he only slavers at the treat: cadavre provençale.
if you stray from the path for one instant, the wolves will eat you.
they are as unkind as plague.
we are at war with nature.
but then the snow comes, you cannot escape it.
i was not afraid of him, but of myself.
you will come back to me? it will be lonely here, without you.
i will come back. soon, before the winter is over.
if you’ll have me, i’ll never leave you.
it’s not a doctor you want, it’s an undertaker.
she has not eaten in three days.
it is bedtime.
what big teeth you have!
all the better to eat you with.
poor, wounded thing…
i was only a little girl, i did not understand.
since you left me, i have been sick.
i could not tell whether it was day or night.
. HER DOMAIN IS A HEDONIST’S EDEN AND SHE , THE DIVINE FRUIT OF KNOWLEDGE ! / a private roleplay blog for titania of a midsummer night’s dream conjured by milly
and ... it’s a start @etherstruck
° ❧ PRINCE CORUM . ( deitylimb )
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“ my —— my queen. ” corum spoke, HAUNTED , ONE EYE STARING. through the realms, what vadhagh magick he possessed reached through to her , hoping for some semblance of what he’d once called home. he comes across ragged , a gasping , bloodied thing , dirtied in the ghastly grip of the humans. no longer the calm prince he once was , there stood a hateful , quivering shell —— mournful and mutilated , though the limbs of gods remade him.
corum’s mortal eye cries to see her , unspoilt by the chaotic hand. the prince shudders a pained sob through his tired body.
“ you’re unharmed … they haven’t found you yet. ”
HOW SHE HAD COME TO COLLECT BROKEN THINGS ! such was the trial of an unending reign . the brambles which entrap them , bearing thorns that sink deep begging for flesh . limping towards her now he appears as but a SHADOW of the noble he once was . o’ but she does falter at his malformation ! duty as the all-mother of the fair folk forbade her from cruel repudiation . no , it was against the oath to her people .
hands raise in appeasement , in a plea to ALLEVIATE . ‘pon blood-streaked skin do they settle , fingertips on either cheek . ❛ speak not , my prince . ❜ a murmuring spell , palms alight in verdant radiance . ❛ i am without ailment but you much conserve your strength . ❜ healing touch would narrowly keep him from the brink .
Gabriel Fauré- Pavane Op.50
⥽ @seraphids ⥼ / ( sc )
A LARK’S SONG ! a nightingale in the broad day ( and she was keen on each sweeping note ) for faerie ballads were sharp-edged , sweet only in their imitation but without empathy . magick-tipped tongues which only knew cruelty feigning what they could never hope to possess . immortal lives that had left them without heart .
glamored in a pixie’s petite form she flitters around the ingenue in an inquisitive twirl . her voice growing hush , savoring the final thread of music . ❛ you aren’t lonely here are you , my dear songbird ? ❜ the monarch queries , balmy with a hint of promise bleeding into her melodious lilt . ❛ know that you will always have a place at my court if that is what you wish . ❜