#* interaction / anastasia !

[chaoticspeedrun]

Recolored this one on a wim because I hated how the past version looked.

#my art #leonardo hamato #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt leonardo #riseofthetmnt #rise fanart #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt anastasia au #anastasia au #leo anastasia au #interactive fic #rottmnt interactive fic #interactive fiction

[izloveshorses]

ANYA/DMITRY + tv tropes™ ~Anastasia the Musical~

#anastasia broadway #dimya #my gifs #my edit #tv tropes #christy altomare #derek klena #cody simpson #bc he's in there too lol #anastasia #anastasia musical #long post #this took so long and i'm so tired of working on it #but here <33 happy early valentines i guess askldjhf #rip to whatever gifable interaction they probably had during phtk that only exists in my brain u would've been so famous

[wyvernquill]

Another Dreamling Anastasia AU Snippet

So, this AU somehow gained some new traction over the past few days, and I remembered I still had this in my drafts! It's a direct continuation from the last post - the first time their paths cross, though I think I'll save their actual first conversation (already written!) for the next part. Mostly a lot of background and exposition, but I hope it'll be enjoyable nonetheless! Thanks everyone for your enthusiasm for this AU!!!

(Masterpost here!)

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(I don't know why it just won't let me do the proper tag sometimes... I hope the people Tumblr refuses to let me tag will see the post anyway, I'm very sorry...)

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There is a fight just about to break loose at the White Horse Inn.

It will happen because of a man; a pale, stick-thin skinny thing of a man, barely more than an ashen, grimy face under a mop of coal hair balanced on top of a ragged black coat, loitering close to the fireplace and trying not to be too obvious about soaking up its warmth. At his feet, half hidden beneath the torn hem-line of his coat, there is a bird, some sort of corvid, following the other guests - and their purses in particular - with its beady little eyes.

The bird’s master is watching, too, watching the inn’s staff collect coins and shove them into their pockets, watching the plates and bowls of food being carried about, hungry, starving-

And then he’s noticed watching, a barmaid muttering a word or two to the innkeep over by the beer caskets - and the moment the man’s eyes find the stranger, they narrow.

And in turn, the moment the stranger notices the hostile eyes on him, he seems to brace himself, something feral in the way his lips draw back from his teeth as the innkeep makes a beeline for him through the crowded pub.

Words are exchanged.

Words are exchanged, loudly.

An arm is grabbed - and the bird jumps up with an angry caw, beating its wings at the innkeep’s face, and the scullery boy runs over to help, as does the burliest of the barmaids.

(There’s that fight now.)

The stranger shouts and scratches and twists as he is dragged through the common room, towards the door, growling profanities in a hoarse, dark voice, while his bird squawks, wrapped in the scullery boy’s apron.

It’s a right mess, but perhaps not an unusual one - the White Horse makes quick work of unruly drunkards (and those who are here to pilfer money rather than spend it), and even as some guests are following the fight in fascination and with half a mind to join in just for the pleasure of throwing a punch, most of their clientele barely spares them a look. Soon, the stranger will be cast out into the cold and the night again, far away from the warmth of a fireplace, or the smell of food, or opportunities for thievery. Nothing special. Soon, it will be just a quiet evening, like any other…

If it weren’t for the fact that, over in the far corner, a familiar man, and a familiar something-altogether-else still managing a rather sound impression of one, have been nursing their drinks for a good hour already, trying to drown their failures in ale.

(The humans have robbed Destiny of his powers, torn his realm from him, burned his book - but destiny still shapes the lives of mortals and immortals alike; and it is that power, which makes Robert Gadling look up from the sad remains of his beer, and, for just a fraction of a second, lock eyes with the vagabond currently in the process of being removed from the premises.

That is enough.

With just one look, the wheels of fate are already set in motion, and our story can begin in earnest.)

"Hey, Gil." Hob nudges Gilbert's arm, not taking his eyes off the struggling, furious stranger. "Over there. Look."

"Hm?" Gilbert blinks owlishly, following Hob's nod to the commotion behind him. "Oh, yes, yes. Ghastly, isn't it? Disgraceful, that some hoodlums cannot conduct themselves in public houses with the appropriate decorum - in my days, I tell you, when the Endless were still-"

"No, look!" Hob cuts him off. "The hoodlum. Look at him, really look."

"Hrmmm," Gilbert makes a sound of polite displeasure, and fiddles with his circular little glasses, peering through them and across the room, where the haggard stranger is spitting abuse at the innkeep even as he is in the process of being shoved out of the door.

And then, "oh, good lord!" Gilbert gasps, and drops his glasses.

"You see it too, then?"

"I… yes. Gracious, yes. Like a ghostly apparition." Gilbert gropes for his glasses with one hand, eyes never leaving the stranger. "The physical resemblance - most uncanny. A good deal more malnourished and, ah… rather grimy, it seems… and yet, overall…"

"A dead ringer for Dream of the Endless, isn't he?" Hob finishes, nodding. “Better than any of the men that auditioned for us, certainly.”

“Heaven help,” Gilbert’s voice is weak with emotion, “even knowing it isn’t him, I feel like… ah, Robert, if he were only given a bath, some better garb… it would be as if His Lordship walked again!”

“Would be?” Hob’s grin is bright and hungry, like a hunting dog smelling his prey, as he pushes himself up from his seat. “Will be!”

“-and if I see either you or yer blasted bird thievin’ in here again," the innkeep snarls, tossing first the haggard stranger, and then a squawking bundle of black feathers, out into the snow. “I’m callin’ the coppers! Y’hear?”

The word the stranger spits back, gathering all his limbs and his dark coat around himself as he staggers to his feet and off into the night, is so filthy even Hob would blush upon saying it. A bit rough around the edges, this man, not exactly the model of a fairytale king - but such things can be taught, can’t they. Hob’s seen a production of Shaw’s Pygmalion, years ago, and if Higgins can make a fine lady out of a flower girl, then Hob and Gil can make a Dream Lord out of some vagabond.

“Begging your pardon, good man.” Hob leans against the doorframe, watching the stranger’s dark shape angrily stomp off through the snow, bird hopping along at his side. “Howsabout this, a shilling for anything you can tell me about the man you just tossed out of your establishment.”

“Whot, Murphy!?” The innkeep blinks. 

Holds out his hand.

Hob dutifully deposits one of his last few shillings in it.

“Thank you kindly, sir, much obliged.” A tip of the hat, and the coin disappearing in the innkeep’s pocket. “Murphy’s one of the local beggars. A filthy thief, too, and no mistake. He’s trained that raven of his into it - heard the city even pays him some little pittance to control the birds in the area! They wouldn’t do it if they knew what he was doing with ‘em. I don’t like seein’ him around the Horse, not with the trouble he’s causing. Stealing leftover scraps from tables I can forgive, might even give him a full meal now and then in the name of charity - but if he goes for the pockets of my regulars, the regulars don’t come back, understand? Can’t have that.”

“Course not.” Hob agrees readily. “Bad for business, a pickpocket.”

“Just so, sir. He’s been in the London area for… oh, eight, nine, maybe ten years? Hasn’t got a trade, not very willing to do an honest day’s work in any case, can’t hold down a job for the life of him as a result. Still thinks himself better than the rest o’ us, anyway. I’d leave him alone, if I were you - he’s vicious as all Hell, bit the kitchen boy once and the lad needed to get his arm stitched up afterwards. And that raven - the thing’s a demon, swear to God. A familiar, like witches have. If we were livin’ in a less civilised age, they’d’ve strung old Murphy up for witchcraft and devilry years ago!”

Hob hums thoughtfully. “Do you know if he has fallen in with that crowd? Not idle hearsay, mind, but facts. There’s still some men in London who practise the Old Arts, does he meet with them?”

(Hob has heard that the old Magus of Wych Cross died perhaps a year or two after his greatest accomplishment; for all his powers that tore Endless spectres from their lofty thrones, in the end he couldn’t defend himself against his own son finally snapping, smothering him in his sleep, and running off with the gardener. Good riddance to the old goat, in Hob’s opinion - but he had a good handful of supporters in every major city, and they can’t all have died with him.)

The innkeep takes his time answering, staring out into the softly-falling snow.

“...not that I know of, sir.” He finally says, cautiously. “He doesn’t meet with anyone, really, ‘xcept the birds. Solitary type, is our Murphy, with no family, and no-one to miss him if he freezes himself to death some night. But.”

A pause.

“There’s something wrong about that man, if you ask me. He has a look in his eyes… whatever it is, it’s not natural. Might be magic. Might be madness. I really couldn’t say.”

“I see.” Gears are turning in Hob’s head, puzzle pieces slotting into place, plans unfolding.

A man sleeping rough, with nobody to miss him or know much of him, fierce and angry and constantly on the brink of starvation, looking just like Dream. A diamond in the rough, and quite possibly desperate enough to actually agree to their mad plan just for a few weeks of guaranteed food and a roof over his head.

Dear God. He’s perfect.

“One more question, about Murphy.” Hob beams, half-giddy. “Where do you think I could find him, say… tomorrow?”

The innkeep’s eyebrows rise up into his hair.

“Can’t see why you’d ever want to,” he mutters into his beard. “But very well. On your head be it.”

He names a nearby small park, where Murphy often goes to feed his birds, and is rewarded for it with another tuppence; and then Hob saunters back to his and Gil’s table, already feeling like he can almost taste the promise of eternal life on the tip of his tongue.

(“We cannot know for certain that he will agree, Robert. He sounds like a most prideful young man - he is much like His Lordship in that regard as well, I suppose.”

“Oh, he’ll agree. I’ve been where he is, Gil, and there were times I would’ve sold my own mother to the devil for a warm meal and a bed to sleep in. Not that the devil would’ve taken the old bat even if I’d paid him, of course, but it’s the principle of the thing.”

“That hardly makes it much better. We’d be taking advantage of the poor man’s unfortunate situation!”

“Everyone’s situation is unfortunate these days. And we’d be improving his, on the whole, along with ours.”

“Let it be noted, dear fellow, that I am voicing my ethical and moral quandaries.”

“I really don’t think our plan to scam the Endless is very ethical in the first place, Gil.”

“...now that I cannot possibly argue with.”

“There we are then.”

“However! You will have to be the one to suggest it. I will help you instruct him and present him to the Endless if you do convince him - but for now, I wash my hands of the matter.”

“Fair enough.”)

#WyWrites #dreamling #the sandman #anastasia dreamling au #i hope i will put the next part up with less delay instead of just forgetting it in my drafts again... #my tumblring habits truly are atrocious sometimes #but i really like the next bit so i have some motivation to share it soon! #especially because there's been so much new interest in the past 24 hours or so #thank you everyone! it made me really happy!!! #the least i can do is provide some actual hob-murphy interactions in the next bit (plus some matthew because he's lovely)

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Theodorus: Sit down.

Mozart: Nobody tells me what to do!

MC: Please sit down.

Mozart: *immediately sits down*

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp theo #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp mc #ikevamp incorrect quotes #i love when theo and mozart are. THE cattiest bitches #ill be in my grave before i forget them roasting each other within an inch of their lives #literally the only thing that made it better was isaac going 'for the love of god shut it' out of nowhere #man the way i can imagine sebas in the background like keeping a tally of each banger line for each member of the mansion #you know like in the anastasia movie??? the statistics may surprise you #mozart isaac and theo are in the lead #I call them the Sweet and Salty crew and I think the name is self-explanatory #why ask for salt when you can just tap mozart on the shoulder-- #the second gang is Comte Sebas and Napoleon and I call them Glamorous Petty and Better Than You #will throw down verbally at any point but are not usually the initiators #will say that Comte may seem like a surprising one but like. in my defense #a good 70% of his interactions with people is him just. lowkey roasting under the radar #just because I need a magnifying glass don't mean it don't happen-- #the third group is Leo Dazai and Jeanne--tempted to call them Tall Dark and Spicy #and I feel like they don't have much of an impulse to choose violence so their insults are few and far in between #however. when they hit they hit HELLA and it's amazing #arthur i'm torn because like #he's usually the one shaking his ass to be roasted???? so im not really sure he'd have much of a tally (charles is basically the same) #faust is in Sweet and Salty and I will not be taking any constructive criticism. man is the definition of hot and cold and i love it for him #vlad and shakespeare i will say are in the Glamorous gang #don't bother asking me about vincent because I would never insult the mansion's angel that way. the number is microscopic #he has his own category because he only ever zings Theo or on the very rare occasion he gets pissed #i feel vincent's power level cannot be conveyed by the limits of the mere mortal mind...

[stinkrascal]

good morning to the little sickos in my phone. i simply must show you my favorite part of today's edit

look at the gay ass stares theyre giving each other

#and anastasia in the middle totally unaware or totally uncaring thats up for you to interpret #i have never done this before in my life but i literally went out of my way to #redraw wolfgang's eyes so that he's looking directly at caspian #bc i truly and genuinely need their every interactions to be either aggressive or homo. or aggressively homo

[deafknell]

So some kind soul has been archiving all the LiM cutscenes and routes in korean, and I've been trying to fiddle with MTLs to see what exactly happens for each story, aaand:

"Julius : I didn't think it would fit because of the height difference, but ------ You were right, it's the perfect size.

Subaru: That's right, I'm short with a long upper body, so it's perfect! Damn! A handsome man is a handsome man even if he's wearing sweats ------ !

Julius: I'm going to have to change my name. You can call me Juli from now on.

Subaru: I apologize for my unexpected excitement. Let's go, Juli!"

Dorks. The pair of them.

#re:zero #rezero #subaru natsuki #julius juukulius #julisuba #I've been trying to fully MTL the Anastasia route and it's very cute #If I get time I'll probably do a full edit of this one #It's pretty much just “what if subaru ran into julius before reinhard” #But it's refreshing to see them interact without Subaru being really tsundere

[little-bat09]

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𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌，𝖬𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖡𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖯𝗈𝗎， 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨，𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖳𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋！★☆♡︎

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𝖬𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌／𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~꧁❦❀❦꧂~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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𝖬𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌／𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌：

𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒

𝖨'𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍， 𝖨 𝖽𝗈， 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖣𝖮 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍， 𝖣𝖮 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾𝗌， 𝖨'𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 “𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐“ 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈

𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒

𝖨 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆

𝖨'𝗆 𝖡𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅

𝖨 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~꧁ミ★♥︎✫彡꧂~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋， 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀！ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀♡︎

~𝖡𝖺𝗍

#hazbin hotel #sfw interaction only #sfw tickling community #looking for moots #Spotify #labyrinth #mary poppins #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #alice in wonderland #anastasia #howls moving castle

[ofdyinglights]

WHERE: Clothing Store WHO: Emmet Graves ( @magicalmanifesto )

"Hello," Anastasia said quietly, even though she was still keeping a bit of distance between herself and Emmet. She seemed to realise that, however, and cleared her throat before trying again, louder this time. "Hello. I'm Ana. Uhm... Cooper's friend slash recruit? I was wondering if you could help me with something?" She knew that he was in the Light Fae, as was she, but she spent most of her time by herself whenever she wasn't at the university. She wouldn't blame him if he didn't remember her.

#interactions: anastasia #anastasia: emmet

[stvnhydes]

i'm rewatching the 1997 Anastasia movie and literally all i can think about is steddie IT'S SO PERFECT. Steve is Anastasia, Eddie is Dimitri, Robin is Vlad, and Nancy is Sophie.

Eddie working at the palace as a little kid, always admiring Prince Steve from the background. The ten years later part with Steve and Eddie always bickering with each other but slowly falling in love. Eddie realizing towards the end that Steve is actually the prince that he liked when they were both little kids in the palace. He's the one that helped them escape.

My GOD i'm so tempted to turn this into an actual fic

#all the interactions in the movie are soooooo steddie i wanna cry #it's the perfect au #i gotta figure out how to deal with the supernatural element if i end up writing the whole fic #ugh my boys #i love them so #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #anastasia au

[night-market-if]

incredibly cliche, but for the nightmarket in book one i keep putting "once upon a december" and "in a crowd of thousands" (both from the anastasia musical) on all my MC playlists lol

It seems like this is a common theme now. I love that collectively people are associating that song with this book.

#the night market #music #anastasia #interactive fiction

[chaoticspeedrun]

me as i encourage Leo and MC to keep bickering: oh my god just KISS already /lh

The MC is Leo's biggest bully and they met yesterday.

This was meant to be a doodle and turned into my best drawing of Leo so far I think, lmao.

#ask #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #rise leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt interactive fic #interactive fic #interactive fiction #rottmnt dating sim #tmnt dating sim #dating sim #doodle #rottmnt comic #rottmnt anastasia au #anastasia au #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #Leo anastasia au

[izloveshorses]

Um... am I the only that saw Dmitry and didn't immediately think 'slut?'

Like... I guess I just don't correlate beauty and promiscuity. I dunno.

you pose an interesting question, anon. what exactly makes dmitry a slut?

(this won't be as thoroughly presented and researched as my colleague's post in question, but i'll do my best. y'all are welcome to add anything i missed!)

now, i understand not exactly vibing with popular fanon interpretation/headcanons, i get it. but this is something i feel very strongly about and believe it is backed by canon. there are many specific moments in the show that make dmitry feel a little slutty to me and most fic writers, but here are the first few examples that come to mind:

he's so vain. he takes care of his appearance. that boy is always fixing his hair. he's got nothing but a couple cans of beans in his satchel, but my guy takes good care of his clothing and he styles himself the best he can. he dresses to impress street sweepers. and when we get to paris he has more opportunities to access the latest fashions. he's SO excited about a bathtub.

and, the kicker, he knows he looks good. he uses whatever tools he has to his advantage, and charm is one of them.

"if you weren't so handsome, dmitry... i'd report you."

there's definitely a strange history with him and the hussies. some fic authors have explored this relationship a little more than i have, some concluded there's a sexual history, some say it's just a survival-based alliance of some sort, some even say he prostituted himself as well. but there's definitely Something there, and somewhere there's a motive for why they reported anya for taking up with dmitry and vlad.

he openly flirts with the two women on the train?? and they flirt with him?? during we'll go from there

his actions and behavior are there, but mostly it's about his Attitude. it's about how he carries himself, it's about the Energy, it's about the Swagger, it's about the Vibes. just look at the way he reclines on this chaise:

he struts around the market, his home turf, flashing his award winning smile.

hell, look at the way he sits when he meets anya. (for once it's not working but he's trying).

he's got the confidence of a man who knows he looks good and is good in bed. this is the behavior of a man who doesn't need to work hard to bring someone home. you mean to tell me this guy isn't getting any???

and this is just broadway dima. don't even get me started on animated dimitri, the blueprint sexual awakening for so many users on tumblr dot org.

if you have to ask what makes him a slut, you could also ask why many headcanon him as bi, or why we decided his last name is sudayev, even without 'explicit' textual evidence, and you'll get a similar answer. it's about the Attitude. the confidence. the swagger. and on the slutty male character website, you can surely understand how a lot of us came to this conclusion <3

#asks #Anonymous #anastasia broadway #dmitry sudayev #this message reminds me of the time back in the day™ someone called dima stans shallow bc i said he should at least have hair askdhjlfhjgh #sigh #2017 era interaction fr

[teltales]

open to group 1 and wanderers — @walstarterblog !

“I wonder why they don’t try and touch us in here,” Anastasia said, in reference to the scary creatures outside. “Do you think this place is… some form of asylum? Or is this where they want us to be?” The second option sent a chill down her spine. Were they all just sitting inside a trap, waiting for something worse to happen? There were so many things she didn't have answers to, and it made her uneasy. Shouldn't the monsters want to come in out of the storm as well? Or were they a part of the storm? "We should form some sort of a plan. Does anyone have any... skills, or weapons that might be useful against those creatures?" Surely her magic would be of some use, provided she could get it to work. She always performed worse under stress. "Anyone know what they are, what they do?" 

#( anastasia. ) #anastasia — interactions #anastasia — open #wal: starter #wal:plotdrop2

[tragcdysewn]

@spellbcok asked: chips, sender and receiver both reach for the last bag of chips in the grocery store, their fingers touching by accident. — anastasia & elphaba thropp

"oh, sorry." elphaba replies, pulling her hand back with a sheepish grin. "i don't actually need those, we have plenty of snacks at my place already, you take them."

#( && elphaba thropp interacts ) #( && anastasia scarlet ) #food mention tw

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anastasia & jester ( @ofsvnlightt )

"looks like we're not in paris anymore pooka," anya made a face as they looked around - the last thing she could remember was being on the boat with dimitri after they'd eloped. "what is this place?" they asked, looking at the first person who passed.

#anastasia || interactions #anastasia || private starters #&& jester

[deafknell]

You know what's a scenario I need? Priscilla introducing Anastasia as her girlfriend to Vincent and Arakiya. The sibling-in-law dynamics would be great.

Hear me out.

I think Vincent would be quick to accept Ana into the family. He can see Ana is a skilled woman, so he'd respect her. Maybe there'd be a bit of wariness from him, because that's how he is, but even so, he knows Priscilla is smart, and if his little sister chose Ana, then surely he can trust her. Ana could take a liking to him as well; she'd definitely have fun teasing him. Plus, Ana calling Vincent "our brother" when talking to Priscilla would be cute.

As for Arakiya, perhaps she'd initially be a bit jealous of Ana. I think Ana would make attempts to approach Arakiya nonetheless, and even though Arakiya isn't very talkative, Ana, thanks to her natural skill with words, could find a way to interact with Arakiya that doesn't make the latter uncomfortable. And, feeling validated by this and also impressed by Ana's finesse overall, Arakiya could warm up to her.

(Sending this to you because I've proclaimed you CEO of PriAna)

you have no idea how much I squealed reading this AAAAAA (ily <3 prisana my beloveds)

Pris is almost definitely the type to brag about having a partner, if not to goad others and observe their reaction. I can see her using her relationship with Ana to torment an emotionally repressed Vincent whos still trying to beat all the thoughts of Chisha. Like “you couldnt kill me and you couldnt even beat me at getting into a relationship. and youre the emperor? lol. Lmao even.”

And 10000% I think you hit the nail on the head with Vincent in that he’d be wary, probably coming up with a bunch of escape plans for Pris if she somehow gets on the wrong side of the Iron Fang (or if he knew about Ana’s connection to Halibel), but would eventually warm up as she’s got that easygoing, business mentality that he can respect. I think he’d find it just as entertaining as Pris does when Ana backtalks them and slyly insults them.

Ana calling Vincent “our brother”,,,, thats so precious omg. Pris mocking her habits of collecting people and being a conniving fox while Ana’s like “I’m a greedy gal, course I’d monopolise my future wife’s family too. I aint exactly got one of my own.” and one hit KOing Pris.

god speaking of foxes I gotta wonder just how funny it’d be to Ana that Pris’ mother is a fox demihuman. Like theyre both fox women in a certain sense, even if Pris dismisses her whenever its brought up.

Arakiya is a difficult one because (at least current canon anya) shes very, very obsessed with Pris. That whole line of her being willing to dismember Pris just to keep her on the throne haunts me. So I imagine if she found out about Ana, she’d be furious at first. Pris has picked someone weak who cant protect her (abandoned Arakiya when she couldnt do the same, one of her biggest regrets) and Pris has actively picked someone as far removed from Vollachia as they come.

But I do think with time and character development, Arakiya would soften up a lot. Ana can’t protect her directly in the way Arakiya wants, but she has dozens of people capable of doing so for her. She’s good at negotiating, and eventually I imagine Arakiya will have to contend with the fact Pris is strong enough on her own. It’d take a long time for Arakiya to acknowledge Ana as worthy for the Princess, but I like to imagine her and Cecilus going to Kararagi for (his) clothes shopping and Ana tagging along to get to know Anya better.

Oh, oh and I cant forget how juicy the whole “Ana is on borrowed time” thing would be as a reveal to her inlaws. Pre them getting along I can see it be a huge reason for Vincent and Arakiya to oppose the relationship on account of their protectiveness of Pris. But after theyve got positive opinions of Ana? It’d be devastating. Poor Vincent reliving what happened with Chisha, expecting the reveal to crush Pris, while Pris insists on her world working in her favour mindset. Arakiya remembering Prisca’s reaction years back would cause her to really, really panic. She’s just gotten the princess back—would her partners untimely death break her worldview once more, or is there anything Arakiya can do to finally make it up to her?

THIS IS SUPER LONG IM SO SORRY to non prisana people but. I have so many thoughts about these two,,,

#ask #rezero #priscilla barielle #anastasia hoshin #anapris #This ask will live rent free in my brain for the next lifetime thank you #God. The comedy. The angst potential #Both of them trying to crack each others persona at the dinner table #Vincent wishing he had died but for a wholly different reason to canon #ALSO the inner camp drama is so good #anya being adopted by ricardo #mimi and vincent interactions. can you imagine