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#Mischevious Little Imps!
thefourromanovsisters · 2 months
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Many faces of Anastasia nikolaevna
GRAND DUCHESS ANASTASIA NIKOLAEVNA:
The 4th child and youngest daughter of Tsar Nicholas II and Empress Alexandra, Grand Duchess Anastasia was born on June 18th(o.s 5th) 1901 at the Peterhof Palace, St Petersburg, Russia. When Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova of Russia was born on 18 June 1901, in Peterhof, Saint Petersburg, Russia, her father, Tsar Nicholas Alexandrovich II Romanov, was 33 and her mother, Empress Alice Victoria Helena Louise Beatrice Hessen-Darmstadt Romonova, was 29.
With her ‘Romanov blue eyes’ and her light brown-copper hair, Anastasia was very lively and energetic with a fantastic sense of humour. As a small child, she was very, very mischevious and very charming.
Anastasia’s name means “she who will be resurrected” or “she who will rise again” but she most certainly lived up to her nickname “The Imp” and “Shvybzik””.  She delighted in all things nonsense, silly and fun loving.  She was a master mimic and some remarked that she was destined for the stage!  She thought so too and if the stage wouldn’t have her, the local chimney sweep and co. was her second career choice, so she once firmly stated to her frustrated tutor.
She was not academically inclined like her two elder sisters, Olga and Tatiana, and disliked her math lessons immensely.  When Helen Azar and I were in Moscow at the archives, I was scrolling through the microfilms and came across some of Anastasia’s “arithmetical problems”; she had coined this phrase and wrote that in a letter to her friend, Peter Petrov.  Apparently these “arithmetical problems” were giving her a hard time, so much so that she exclaimed her disgust by the use of the ‘naughty’ word…“Oh! Pig and filth!”
She was a master mis-speller, a voracious reader, favoring the Bronte sisters and Dickens, fluent in Russian, French and English, enjoyed photography, as did the rest of her family, played the piano, sketched, and of course, painted with Aunt Olga Alexandrovna, who nicknamed her “the little one.
She loved putting on plays, especially when the family was imprisoned.  She was a ray of sunshine during those long and dark days in Tobolsk and Ekaterinburg.  Even the earlier guards were amused by her antics.
Her blue eyes always held that singular sparkle of mischief, which was to define her exuberant personality! She was a tomboy and loved to climb trees, purposefully trip servants and melt chocolate in the pockets of her formal dresses.  Once that chocolate melted, Anastasia would take her white-gloved hands and retrieve them.  Her parents were not amused but her audience most certainly was!
Anastasia enjoyed taking pictures, acting in plays, playing the balalaika, drawing, painting( art/ art / art), colouring in and of course, making others laugh. Her name day was on the 4th January. She earned the nickname of ‘Shivbzik’, or as we know it in English, Imp, because of her mischevious ways and her Imp-ish behaviour. She was also called ‘Malenkaya’ or as we know it in English, ‘Little one’. Her favourite perfume was Violette.
As Anastasia aged to the seventeen year old she would forever be frozen as, she mellowed out. She still enjoyed making people laugh, still pushed the boundaries of what was allowed-- for example, during the family’s time under house arrest Anastasia was nearly shot for peering out a window and then stuck her tongue out at the guard who had fired at her. Anastasia went from playing silly pranks and sticking pins on the chairs of her tutors to becoming the relief that her family desperately needed.
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monsterfloofs · 7 months
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Thank you @windydrawallday for once again being such an inspirational and supportive friend!! 😭 So— we were talking about monster taming games— AND THE ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART THAT THEY ARE SAID “I bet you would make some really cool monster designs for a game like that. 👁️👁️✨”
And and and AND— My brain went BRRRRING and here we are. A little creature taming story??? Game??? Called Calming Curses, where you the protag. goes around finding and befriending/soothing mischevious sometimes venegeful spirits who are possessing various kinds of antiquities. The only thoughts I have for the player characters would be that the feminine character would be inspired by Wednesday Addams, their would be a masculine character, (dress unknown) and a non-binary character would be dressed in dark pants, a button up shirt and a sweater vest. (Though pronouns would be interchaneable with any of the designs because!! I luff me some options!!) Guessing that the characters are magick sorcerer types. (Becuase this is me— everyone needs a lil magic)
This first design is for critters I have deemed Implit 👁️👁️
+ Implit are little candle imp critters that are known to steal things like car keys, lost earrings and whatever shiny things they can get their droopy hands on. Little sprite tricksters that if treated well and with compassion will help you find missing objects and will light your way through dark nights.
If left in an their angry begrudging state, these little fire starters can be a huge problem! Knawing on— and thoroughly crispi-fing whatever they are left to angrily chew on 🥺
I wanted to make multiple colors n designs for the lil guys, and also I wanted to make a “happy n friendly” colorant and a still feral n causing trouble one :3c
I thought once they are befriended the creatures would undergo a color change. 👁️👁️ Kinda like a shiny, except more in the sense of you can tell which bbies you have spent the most time with, who is your go to partner in crime because of how they look compared to the standard design.
Annnnnnd continuing the cursed object parade!! The teapot is Gettle and the little tea cup spirits are Cuphost. One in a defensive, shy form and the other is in an offensive, bravado form!
Part of the same set these creatures are kitchen dwellers who manifest from antique ware💖And they work well together as a team to chase out intruders.
+ Gettle is a grumpy creature, whose boiling temperature has people running from the small quadrupedal being. Like an angry grumpy dog that can cause some nasty burns if it manages to run into you. x////D They are protective of the smaller spirits, as they have been together for a very long time. But it’s very rare to find a whole manifested set.
When calmed and no longer bearing a grudge their original faded colors come back shiny and new. If Gettle is treated well can be a beloved lapdog who keeps their hosts warm on chilly days.
+ Cuphost are timid, taking to hiding in tea cups and defending themselves with silverware. The few braver and mischevious ones are known to throw things like sugar cubes at unsuspecting visitors. Sometimes using the spoon like a catapault or baseball bat to get better range.
They are soft natured though can hold grudges at the loss of their fellow cups. They are easily broken, fragile beings and need someone with a soft heart and compassionate to gain their trust.
Cuphost’s original colors also come back when they are fully befriended, and make very good and sentimental beings to tell your troubles to when you’re sad, great listeners who will warm your hands when you are feeling blue.
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Gettle and Cuphost are actually the first designs I made, so they have a soft spot in my heart ahaha🫀
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pcrplevenom · 7 months
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The Snake and The Jester
A written gift for @swcctdreams !! A mutual I've known for a few years on this hellsite, and a super cool person. :D
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Soldan hasn't visited this part of the ring before, in front was a sign that read 'LooLoo Land'. To say it was falling apart, was an understatement. Everything looked like wreck, the games were rigged-but hey, the food was decent to get. Her attention was turned to a tent, curiousity was strong enough to check it out. "The 'Robotic Fizzarolli'? Should be entertaining, as long as I'm not seen." shrugging, going inside and noticing a few imps there. Some with children, not too many. Most filled the center seats, Soldan sat near the rafters in the back. Once the lights went dim, a spotlight hit the fuschia curtains. A neon violet glow of the eyes helped focus, naturally kicking in from the dark. A glitchy voice, vocal and fairly loud erupted out after a few minutes. "H-H-Hello kiddies! I am the robotic Fizzarolli, make in Ozzies' factory for your entertainment!" Flinging the curtains open, grinning almost too widely. Soldan wasn't bothered by it, enjoying the show without speaking up once. After some time passed, it was done. Getting up to leave, the same spotlit hit her once cleared out. "What the-?" wincing at how bright it was, thankfully dimmed down. "W-Well, Well! Who d-do we have here?" The same voice, close by. Turning around, there he was. Robotic Fizzarolli, known as 'RoboFizz' by others. The neon green eyes unblinking, a circular head tilt. "Y-You were the odd one sitting in the back!" grinning again, giggling mischeviously.
"I didn't want to be noticed, that's why!" She huffed, annoyed. "Besidess, I enjoyed the sshow anyway. You did pretty good!" Smiling, rather contently. The praise made a few excited sparks, Robofizz pulled her into a rather tight hug and nuzzled the face even more closer. Uncomfortable for a few minutes. "Ow. Zappy, but ow. They eventually did talk more, sitting on the edge of the stage. Soldan warmed up slowly, RoboFizz was unique-for a robot jester that is. Yawning a little, she was starting to doze off and head resting on a shoulder. Noticing this, moving her closer and snuggling up. Some form of attachment, slowly started. RoboFizz didn't understand quite yet, but it was a good feeling. Within the cold metallic body, may reside a warm affectionate side that'll slowly open up in time. Who knows?
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Brought Together by a Five-Year-Old (Dean Winchester x F!Reader) Part 9: The Holidays
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Dean ran back and forth down the hallways of Wilson Elementary, from the gym to the cafeteria to his room and back. He could feel himself starting to sweat but there was too much to do, he didn't have time to worry about how disheveled he looked. The school had decided to push the Thanksgiving dinner back and merge it with the Christmas pageant. It was every teacher's nightmare. The board had claimed it cut costs and made the holiday season less hectic, but they had only given the staff and students a weeks notice so Dean didn't really understand how it made the season easier for anyone other than the board.
He frantically searched his room for the Santa beard that Alesteir had forgotten. He dug through the boxes of toys and craft supplies before finding the little white bundle in the back of the room, underneath the bookshelf. There was no way it had gotten there accidentally. Dean rolled his eyes, positive that the little boy had tried his best to hide the beard, probably just to create more drama and chaos before the play began, mischevious little shit that he was.
He wiggled himself under the shelf, grabbed the beard and was about to scoot back out when he heard a small cough from the room behind him. Jumping at the noise and his attempt to turn to see the person he hit his head on the underside of the shelf. Groaning, he shuffled out and looked behind him to see who had caught him in such a compromising position. Of course, because he had the most rotten luck, he turned around to see two small, sneaker-clad feet accompanied by two larger feet in sensible heels.
Raising his eyes he realized it was none other than Castiel and Ms. Novak. Why they were in his room, he had no idea. The woman should've been in the gym with the rest of the parents, and Castiel should've been backstage in his elf costume. But, he supposed, these were the Novaks and they did whatever the fresh hell they wanted.
He brushed the dust off of himself and stood up, offering his free hand to Ms. Novak. Her eyes flicked toward it with disgust, and he gave her a sheepish smile before retracting his hand. He let out a breath and spoke, "Hello, Ms. Novak. What's going on? Shouldn't Castiel be in his costume? The show is starting soon, I'd imagine you'd like to get a good seat."
Ms. Novak looked down her nose at Dean, tilting her disapproving jaw in the air and tutting, "I most certainly do not want a "good seat" to this heretical performance! Why have you decided on such a sacrilegious work to present to us during this holy season? My Castiel should be an angel in a nativity scene, not an imp in Santa's workshop!"
Dean took a deep breath, met Castiel's cowering eyes and let it out, "Ma'am, we are a public school and we aren't affiliated with any particular religion. We try to encourage children to be accepting and knowledgeable about different belief systems and cultures, so we felt it was best to refrain from a Christianity related Christmas play. The board decided that a production of Elf would be perfect for the kids and wouldn't push any sort of agenda."
She huffed angrily, "It is pushing the anti-Christian agenda that has been plaguing this country for far too long and I won't have it ruining my Christmas season."
Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes, biting back some choice words before responding, "Well. It's a bit too late to alter any of the plans for tonight, seeing as the show starts in..." He glanced down at his watch and deflated a bit, he had wasted so much time here already, "twenty minutes. It's also a decision that's entirely out of my hands, though I wouldn't change it even if I had the power to. We need to teach tolerance and acceptance from a young age, and if that means putting on Elf instead of a nativity show then that's what'll happen."
The woman was turning red with frustration, and obviously wasn't happy with what Dean had to say but frankly, he was exhausted, of this day, of the play, and of Ms. Novak's shit. And while he couldn't quite tell her that, he decided that he had every right to run his classroom the way he wanted, so long as he wasn't infringing on anyone's freedoms or beliefs; and she couldn't tell him otherwise. "So, if you have nothing else to say, I'd like to take Castiel back to the gym to get him ready for the show. And I hope you choose to stay and watch, if not for anything but your children. They've been working very hard on this performance."
Ms. Novak looked appalled at Dean's insolence. She huffed and turned toward her son, "I will allow you to perform and I will stay to see it, but you must promise me an hour of prayer when we return home."
Castiel nodded sullenly and held his hand out for Dean to grab. His mother straightened her back, turned up her nose, and led them out of the room. Dean was sure she'd take the issue above his head and was only acting semi-cordial now to feign a sense of security for him but, at the moment, he couldn't care less. It was the first time in this hectic fucking week that he had felt at all empowered and in control, and that was worth any barrage of complaints Ms. Novak could send his way. The group marched down the hallway, splitting up at the gym so Dean could help Castiel get ready and Ms. Novak could find a seat. 
"Fank you Mistew Winchestewr." Dean almost missed the little boy's gratitude because he expressed it so quietly. He looked down and saw that Castiel was staring at his feet shamefully. Dean crouched down, putting his hand on the young boy's shoulder, "Cas, bud, what's wrong?"
Cas glanced up but dropped his eyes back down to the ground almost as quickly, "I... Sometimes... Sometimes I don't like my mudder vewy much. And that's not good. God would be mad at me."
Dean felt his heart tear in half at the tears brimming in the child's big, innocent, blue eyes. Cas sniffled and stayed focused on his shoes. Dean lifted Castiel's head with one hand, wiping his tears away with the other, "Cas, it's ok to not like people sometimes. We all fight, we all feel mad and sad because of other people sometimes. God understands that. He made you, and he gave you the ability to feel these things. He wants you to feel. It's what makes us people. You're a good kid, Cas. You don't need to worry. You can try not to let other people affect your feelings though. If your mother starts frustrating you, just take a few deep breaths and remember she has feelings too. And she loves you. Very much. And you've always got me to talk to, buddy."
Dean noticed Cas's lip quivering and pulled the boy into a hug. Cas clung on to his teacher and sobbed once, breathing heavily. Dean held on until Cas let go. The boy looked up at him, a hesitant but grateful smile on his face. "I wuv you Mistew Winchesterw."
Dean had to take a moment. Now he was going to fucking cry. He took a deep breath and looked at Cas with eyes full of affection, "I love you too buddy, now let's go get you ready for the show, ok?" 
Cas nodded excitedly and ran off, pulling Dean behind him. Dean giggled and followed the happy boy to the backstage area. Cas stopped next to S/N and Kevin, who were already dressed in their elf costumes. The boys twittered and helped Cas get himself pulled together. Dean had to smile at the comradery and genuine care the boys showed for each other, god little kids were so pure. He fucking loved his job, despite the annoying parents and stressful weeks like this. 
The show went on without a hitch. Dean was incredibly proud of all of his students, especially Alesteir and Gabriel who happened to land the parts of Santa and Buddy, respectively. He wasn't surprised necessarily but they were on the younger side of the students who auditioned. But both had quite the flair for dramatics. Regardless, both children put their hearts and souls into their characters, as much as two six-year-olds could, and he was impressed. 
After the show, he ran into Sammy and Peter. The three men were chatting when Dean felt a small tug on his pant leg. Before he could turn around he saw all too pleased smiles creep up on the faces of his friend and brother. He rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who must be behind him and finding it hard to stop his heart from racing at the thought. Lo and behold, it was the ever adorable S/N, still dressed in his elf garb, and his darling mother. And there goes Dean's heart. Faster than ever. Y/N looked absolutely radiant in a pair of very well fitting jeans, not that Dean was looking or anything, and an oversized but somehow still flattering holiday sweater. 
She gave him a small wave, smiling sheepishly. "S/N couldn't bear to leave without saying hi to his favorite people." She explained with a shrug. 
Dean couldn't help himself, he smiled so wide his face hurt a bit, "His favorite people? I'm honored." He knelt down to pick the young boy up in a bear hug, which was quickly turned into a group hug when Sam wrapped his long arms around the two. S/N excitedly proclaimed this and gestured for Peter and his mother to join in. Peter chuckled and put a hand on Sam's shoulder, making it clear that was his sole contribution to this mass show of affection. Y/N hesitated, a smile slowly making its way onto her face. Her son pulled out the puppy eyes, prompting Sam and Dean to do the same, to which they happily obliged. She sighed and moved closer to the group. 
Dean felt his heart speed up and he shifted S/N over so that he and Sam were both holding the child. This freed up one each of their arms, which they opened so that Y/N could be accepted right in the midst of the hug. Y/N giggled, her face bright red, and sighed again before entering the hole they had made just for her. Dean wrapped his arm around her and could've sworn his heart was about to pound out of his chest. He was so close to her. And damn, she smelled heavenly. He took a breath in, closing his eyes and trying not to make it obvious that he was being a total creep and smelling her. Her scent made him feel at ease. He felt so at home, in the arms of this woman, her child, and his brother. 
The group broke apart after a moment, far too soon for Dean's liking but he also realized how incredibly odd they must've looked. Y/N was still blushing like mad, making her even more adorable, in Dean's humble opinion. 
She calmed herself and then threw on a smile, "Sorry to cut this interaction short again but we kinda have to get home, I prepped a pretty big dinner to celebrate-" She trailed off as S/N quickly signed something at her. She appeared to be weighing her options before answering the boy with a quick nod of her fist, the sign Dean had learned (thank you Google) to mean 'yes'.
Y/N cleared her throat lightly, "Well, as I was saying, I prepared a pretty big dinner to celebrate S/N's performance, and, well, you three are welcome to join us if you'd like."
Dean's heart soared. Another dinner. Another evening spent with her. Another chance to get to know her better. Sam looked at Dean, silently asking if it would be ok for him to accept the invitation as well. He thought it sounded nice and Jess was gone visiting a friend for the weekend. Without words, the two agreed that they would both go. 
Peter spoke up before the boys had a chance to, "I'd love to, but I actually have a dinner date planned for tonight. Another time hopefully." 
Dean whipped his head around to the older man, "A date? Peter you sly old dog! Who's the lucky lady?"
Peter smirked, "Maybe you'll find that out later, παιδί μου. We'll see how tonight goes first. I should get going, or I'll be late." And with that, the man shuffled out the door.
Dean stared after him in awe. "I can't believe that."
Y/N laughed heartily, "Honestly, I can. He's a real charmer, I bet he's got all the elderly women swooning and calling Life Alert."
Dean turned to her, astonished, before breaking out in deep laughter and having to steady himself on Sam, who had also begun to laugh. Y/N chuckled, looking incredibly pleased with herself. 
"So, would you two like to join us for dinner?"
The brothers stood up, wiping tears from their eyes and steadying their breathing. Sam nodded, and Dean replied, "We'd absolutely love to."
Y/N smiled brightly and S/N began to rock back and forth on his feet with anticipation. He grabbed his mother and Dean by the hand and started pulling them toward the door, "Let's gooooooo then!" The three adults chortled at the boy's enthusiasm and followed him out onto the street. 
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Forrest gurgle and dumps Midna (from omnipointmuses)
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"MMph... Mischevious and delicious little Imp, you and your garish looking helmet will bother Nohr's royalty no longer!" Now whether Midna was actually bothering anyone... it was far too late to stop the indulgent, feminine prince as he reclined in a comfy chair, his dress now sweaty tatters as he cradled his bumpy belly. Calling in his retainers, Nina and Ophelia perhaps a bit too happily tended to his belly, peppering it and his prey in kisses and caresses, speeding Midna's digestion. Even as their portly prince became a gassy mess, they still treated his working gut like the most important thing in their world. Once nature called however, the girls helped him to his feet and helped remove the tatters of his poor dress... And brought him somewhere he could dump this troublemaker. As poor taste as it was to have the prince half nude waddling through the halls, who would stop them? Once he was at the prison, he'd squat down with his retainers to help keep him balanced and *pushed*... Arm-thick logs of pungent, nutrient starved scat poured out of his well used butthole, causing him to gasp and whine... why must this feel so good~? Once her remains were plastered all over the floor of this cell, Forrest grunted and grunted... something just wouldn't come out! Until finally, that helmet she wore, reeking of his bowels, landed atop the pile with a wet thud. His ass sore and dirty, he groaned and ordered the girls to have the helmet cleaned and brought to his father for study. Perhaps that thick-assed imp was carrying a powerful artifact... it was clearly well made if it survived his digestive tract!
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zarinaa113 · 3 years
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Matzah in my mouth, DT Family on the brain
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tiny-crecher · 2 years
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i think deep down in my soul i am nothing but a mischevious little imp
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agent-ccarter · 4 years
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mischief / James potter
Request: hi! It’s me agaaaain! Could I get a James Potter x reader? The reader and James are childhood best friends and they develop feelings for each other? Also, prompt #38? Thank you again for the fantastic imagines ! :) xx
for @hahaboop​ (sorry it took so long!!!)
Pairing: James Potter x reader
Warnings: none
A/N: I reallly love writing for Marauders Era! But, this has been half written in my drafts for a while, so apologies for the weird halloween time setting!!😂 also, I realise mischevious night isn't a thing everywhere, so, for context, where I'm from its on Novemeber 4th, and kids use it as an excuse to wreak havoc on houses, like throwing eggs at windows and toilet paper. I know none of the marauders are northern, but, lets be honest, if they heard of it they would eat it up!
Enjoy!!
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“Merlin, Y/N! It’s exasperating!” Lily said, almost pulling her red hair out of her skull. The Great Hall was full of students devouring various breakfast foods before their morning lessons.
“That’s a big word for a Monday morning, Lily.” You muttered, earning a swift shove from your good friend.
“But it is! All he talks about is this girl, how beautiful and gorgeous and funny she is when we are checking the halls or going to meetings. It’s driving me insane! Why did he have to be head boy?”
You wanted to start on telling her it’s completely her fault, that she shouldn’t have applied for head girl, but she just continued on, “And to make matters worse, he won’t even tell me who she is! I just want to know who the mysterious girl is!” 
“Well I don’t,” you shrug, “and if you wouldn’t mind stopping screaming in my ear, that would be great.” You smiled, finding her anger at the situation rather amusing. Sure, you wanted to know who it was, but you could never admit that to Lily, who was sure that you had been in love for James for years.
“You cannot tell me you aren’t even the teeniest bit curious?”
“No Lily, I do not care whose pants James Potter wants to get in.” 
You swiftly pulled open the wax seal on the small envelope your parents had sent yesterday and had forgotten about in the deep pockets of your cloak, the card inside jumping out and shaping itself into a floating orange pumpkin.
“Ohhh, trust me, you really do.” You heard the laughing, arrogant voice of one Sirius Black behind you, yet, to your surprise, James wasn’t with him. You merely scowled at him and told him to bugger off as you took a seat at one of four long tables, the house to which it belonged not particularly bothering you. 
Of course, it wasn’t long before the other three boys arrived, Marlene in tow, her clunky boots thundering on the hard floor. James walked behind and attempted to give you an affectionate hug over your shoulders, but instead came across more as a bit of a choke-hold. Sirius, ever desperate for attention, pouted as James did so, earning a strangling for him too, granted it was much harder
The Great Hall was completely decked out for Halloween, pumpkins and candles everywhere you looked; which, of course, had the group of friends discussing their plans for the holiday, and in turn, the upcoming trip to Hogsmeade. Remus saw the newer tradition of giving out sweets as a great opportunity to gain lots and lots of chocolate without gaining too much attention, whilst the group of boys as a whole were looking forward far more to Mischevious Night; an excuse to cause even more havoc than they do usually.
Halloween quickly arrived, but celebrating was the least of your worries as mock exams were coming up and to say you were stressed was an understatement. On top of that, you couldn't bare the thought of hearing James go on and on about this girl he fancies.
“Come on, Y/N, can't you have one night off?” Lily whined, trying to hold you back with her full body weight as you tried to make your way to the library, your workbooks held in your left arm. 
You stopped dead.
“Who are you and what have you done to Lily Evans?” She punched you in the arm playfully before grabbing your arm back when you tried to leave again.
“Shut up, it won't be the same without you there,” she pouted, her childish act earning stares from the other students, “and I can't cope with James alone.”
You scoffed, “You won't be alone, you'll have Mar, and Sirius, and Remus, and-”
“But he shuts up when you're there. Please, Y/N.” 
You paused to think. Yes, you could spend the evening in the library, hidden away in mountains of books. But you knew that as soon as anyone asked where you were, Lily would open her mouth and your quiet evening would be ruined. 
“Fine, I’ll come.”
“Thankyou!!” She shouted, hugging you. Before you knew it, a mound of curly hair was running towards you and wrapping their arms around too.”
“Sirius!” you shouted through the mountain of hair, “your-ow-your’e squishing me!”
“Sorry,” he pulled back, “why are we hugging?”
“Y/N is coming with us tonight.”
Sirius didn't reply, but just smirked mischievously.
“What’s that look, Sirius Black? I don't like it.” You pouted, confused.
“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, Y/N,” he smiled, ruffling your hair, “This will be fun.”
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“This is not my idea of fun.” You sighed, looking at the mountain of pranking supplies in front of you.
“Besides, michevious night isn't until tommorow.” Lily sighed, plopping down onto the sofa of the Gryffindor common room.
“This is your fault, Lil. I could be sat in the Library right now!”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, but-”
“Now now ladies. Stop fighting, we only have a very short amount of time-”
“Shut up Sirius.” Remus muttered from behind his book, earning a handful of pepper imps to the head and yelping “Ow”.
“This is the most important night of the year,” James dramatically shouted, standing at the other side of the table, “so choose you're weapons wisely.”
James started rooting through the pile, picking out fireworks and dung bombs, whilst Peter opted for small, less potentially lethal items that could still cause some damage.
“We need to split off,” Sirius said, rubbing at an imaginary beard and reaching his conclusion far too quickly, “Y/n and James should go together so you don't back out, Remus and Lilly, and me, Marlene and Peter. Sorted. Let’s go and corrupt the school!” 
“Come on,” James picked up a handful of items and plopped them into your hand before grabbing your other one and almost pulling the arm out of its socket. You managed to make it out side the castle in seemingly record time, and before you knew it, James was throwing things at the whomping willow. 
“James,” you said, looking back into the castle for potential onlookers, “this doesn't seem, maybe we should -”
“Come on, Y/N, it’s FUN.” He grabbed your hand once more, before pulling your wand out of your pocket and handing you a roll of toilet paper. You looked between the boy and the roll a few times before muttering a “screw it” and firing it at the tree. James shouted and laughed, but his voice turned into concern quickly; unfortunately, it wasn't quick enough. Before you knew it, a branch had grabbed your waist and you were flying through the air.
“Y/N! IT’S GOT YOU!”
“I KNOW, GENIUS! GET ME DOWN!”
You were being tossed around for what felt like forever before James finally muttered a spell you couldn't hear and you collapsed onto him.
“owwww.” He groaned.
“Are you ok?” 
“You just got catapulted by a moving tree and you're asking if I'm ok?”
“I could kiss you right now.” You said, grateful that he'd basically just saved your life. You didn't expect him to lean up and press his lips to yours. He pulled back quickly, going to apologise before you stopped him by kissing him once more. The two of you settled into it before being startled by a loud bang: a large red light shone in the sky, shaped like a love heart as you heard a whoop from Sirius, and saw a look of complete and utter shock on the face of Lily.
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boofblr · 4 years
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gundog: 15 thoughts at a time but only really has processing power for 1. border collie: capacity for one million thoughts but concentrates all of it on One Single Thought (BALL)
you're right and you should say it.
of course, there are exceptions to every rule, but every time i interact with a retriever i'm like... you are trying so hard, little buddy... i know you are Thinking... meanwhile, kima is a mischevious, self-serving imp. it's a blessing his interests are maleable and usually align with mine
send me unpopular dog-related opinions
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a quietly humming little imp is being very, very careful with their precious treasure, his pink eyes happy little half moons as he works is mischief. their green daughter follows, distracted now and then, but always following her daddy before they leave her sight. upon the very large blanket the mischevious one drags several beanbag make a nest. in that nest sit eleven sizeable eggs. They slip into a currently empty room... when they reemerge from the goopy skeles room, the eggs are left behind.
There is now a little collection of treasures waiting for Mashe when he comes back. Boy will he be surprised when he gets back! 
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The sisters part 4
Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova
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little inextinguishable volcano, with a world of her own’.
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The 4th child and youngest daughter of Tsar Nicholas II and Empress Alexandra, Grand Duchess Anastasia was born on June 18th(o.s 5th) 1901 at the Peterhof Palace, St Petersburg, Russia. When Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova of Russia was born on 18 June 1901, in Peterhof, Saint Petersburg, Russia, her father, Tsar Nicholas Alexandrovich II Romanov, was 33 and her mother, Empress Alice Victoria Helena Louise Beatrice Hessen-Darmstadt Romonova, was 29.
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With her ‘Romanov blue eyes’ and her light brown reddish hair. Anastasia was very lively and energetic with a fantastic sense of humour. As a small child, she was very, very mischevious and very charming.
in her appearance, Anastasia was a copy of her mother, but she was small. She was very mischievous and obstinate, she monkeyed around a lot and made mischief (into which she always dragged her naive older sister Maria), climbed trees and teased everyone around. Anastasia loved music and dancing, as well as different games, for example charades. Sophie Buxhoeveden believed that Anastasia resembled her mother, saying that she "was more like her mother's than her father's family."Anastasia Nikolaevna took after her mother's more plain side of the family and she mainly resembled her mother and her Aunt Irene of Hesse in looks while she inherited the tomboyish dream world of her Aunt Victoria of Hesse without her intellect that caused her not to sit still during her lessons .Anastasia loved dogs.– her first pet was a tiny pom named Shvibzik. She loved the dog so dearly she flatly refused to go to bed without it, and when she couldn't find the dog in the huge palace, she would bark to attract it's attention.
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Anastasia enjoyed taking pictures, acting in plays, playing the balalaika, drawing, painting( art/ art / art), colouring in and of course, making others laugh. Her name day was on the 4th January. She earned the nickname of ‘Shivbzik’, or as we know it in English, Imp, because of her mischevious ways and her Imp-ish behaviour. She was also called ‘Malenkaya’ or as we know it in English, ‘Little one’. Her favourite perfume was Violette.Anastasia, was a mischievous and cheerful little duchess, she was not interested in the court but in being happy.Anastasia the smallest mischievous and cheerful, who liked attention, jokes and was always with Aleksey. Anastasia’s personality was lively and infectious, for which she gained the name “Sunshine” or “shvibzik,” the Russian word for “imp,” from her family..
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natural to feel lost in the shuffle, so she developed her own sarcastic humour that gave her the attention she desired. She was the clown, always able to make others laugh and was notorious for her mischief.It didn't matter to her who was in audience, Shvibz made faces and pulled pranks with the best of them. Usually it was the Tsar coming to get his daughter out of trouble.Anastasia, when very young, promised to become a beauty, but did not live up to expectations. She had a less regular face than her sisters, but very animated. She was bolder than the other sisters and very witty.
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She delighted in all things nonsense, silly and fun loving.  She was a master mimic and some remarked that she was destined for the stage!  She thought so too and if the stage wouldn’t have her, the local chimney sweep and co. was her second career choice, so she once firmly stated to her frustrated tutor. When walking in parks, she would climb high trees and refuse to come down. She used to get into the sideboards, hiding from the doctors, and paint the Tsarevich’s face with strawberry juice so that he would look like an Indian. She liked to apply false teeth and scare everyone. Little Anastasia was also fond of eating chocolate, painting, and playing on the swings.
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She was not academically inclined like her two elder sisters, Olga and Tatiana, and disliked her math lessons immensely. She was a master mis-speller, a voracious reader, favoring the Bronte sisters and Dickens, fluent in Russian, French and English, enjoyed photography, as did the rest of her family, played the piano, sketched, and of course, painted with Aunt Olga Alexandrovna, who nicknamed her “the little one. She loved putting on plays, especially when the family was imprisoned.  She was a ray of sunshine during those long and dark days in Tobolsk and Ekaterinburg.  Even the earlier guards were amused by her antics.
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She was an admirable mimic and quickly picked up the weaknesses of those around her. Those in her company had to always be prepared for her questions, which sprang to her mind the instant her curiosity was aroused. One was never sure what to expect in Anastasia Nicolaievna's presence. When she laughed she would never make direct eye contact with the subject of her laughter, instead she would peer out of the corner of her deeply set blue eyes.
Anastasia received her regiment, the 148th Caspian Infantry(badge) in the year 1915, but sadly, due to the war, never got to review her regiment or was photographed in her uniform(possibly didn’t event receive one either), due to WWI raging on at the time. The war soon struck in August 1914. Anastasia had just entered her teenage years and with her then 15 year old sister Maria, who were both too young to become red cross nurses like Olga, Tatiana and her mother, she would go and visit the wounded soldiers in the hospital, playing games with them, reading to them and talking to them. Another solider who was also treated at the hospital who knew Anastasia commented that “she had a laugh like a squirrel” and “Walked rapidly as though she tripped along
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Even in the last months of her life, she found ways to enjoy herself. She and other members of the household performed plays for the enjoyment of their parents and others in the spring of 1918. Anastasia's performance made everyone howl with laughter, according to her tutor Sydney Gibbes.. When the family arrived at their exile, Anastasia began gaining weight, which worried the empress a lot and she hoped that “it’ll pass with age…”. Until her last days, the youngest daughter entertained the entire family and didn’t let them despair.
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As Anastasia aged to the seventeen year old she would forever be frozen as, she mellowed out. She still enjoyed making people laugh, still pushed the boundaries of what was allowed-- for example, during the family’s time under house arrest Anastasia was nearly shot for peering out a window and then stuck her tongue out at the guard who had fired at her. Anastasia went from playing silly pranks and sticking pins on the chairs of her tutors to becoming the relief that her family desperately needed.
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Jack O Lantern, Queensland Blue, and Fairy Tale can have me ANY day 😩👀
Whenever you have time/inspiration could you maybe write a romantic and/or thirst fic/head cannon for all three of them please? 😳🥺
I am sorry this sat for a while in my inbox I. . . geniunely didn’t know how to properly answer this? x////Dc
You thirsty anon you!
This is gonna sound silly, but I actually had to look up what a thrist fic was. I kinda knew what that was? But not exactly? And afterwards googling it, I-- ahhhh still don’t have a good grasp on the best way how to write that pspspspsp orz (I am sorry please for give my demi brain, sometimes I understandy- other times I stare at it with the most logic brain ever and it goes right over my head haha)
Since all three of them caught your eye. I can talk a little bit about them, if that would suffice? ://D
Mostly the pumpkin heads were a character design challenge and I didn’t think too, too hard on their personalities, though I do have some generalized thoughts that I can share from while I was drawing them!
The Jack-O-Lantern Pumpkin: Heckle
He has the most grounded personality of the three since someone was also interested in him! And I wrote that short! Design wise was absolutely inspired by the halloween trickster kind of character archetype.
Giggly, giddy, and goofy! A mischevious imp.
Most noticablly enjoys dressing up and giving mortals a good fright or playing pranks on them when the veil between worlds is thin. They enjoy sneaking around in corn mazes especially, mascerading as a scarecrow to spook unsuspected passersby. Those who get lost in mazes that seem to go on forever is part of his doing. And why wouldn't he be a pal and come along to get you back safe and sound? Though while he enjoys scaring folks he isn't exactly malicious. And if he realizes he has taken a joke too far will drop his act. Will stop his shenanigans to soothe / aid scared children too. A lost child can be found with a grinning pumpkin as a token apology gift and has been given lots of candy (much to their agreived parents.)
Like that sign that says, “Unattended children with be give espresso and a free puppy” ? Have you ever seen that one? Because that’s really along the lines of what Heckle does do.
Heckle in recent years of bounding around in the human world has realized as advancements in technology has grown so exponentially, that his own image can pass easier amoungst the many other sea of costumes that are out and about on Halloween. And he LOVES that! If there isn’t any reservations at your Halloween Party, he’ll probably be there. Heck, he will probably we there even if it was an exclusive party. He is tricky like that.
In a relationship, I see Heckle as being a PEST.
Playfully bantering with you, telling jokes, doing silly things. (Might be a little bit of a cheeky pervert under the right conditions)
But all in all, if your scowl breaks into a smile, or even-- gasp-- laughter?? He has done his job well and will continue with gusto.
Queensland Blue: Unnamed
Her design is most influenced by the Headless Horseman I think. And I see her personality balanced between Heckle and the Fairytale pumpkin. Has a streak of mischief to her, but will stand up for what she thinks is right. Will bend or break some rules along the way to make sure good people get what they deserve. And will also see to it, that wicked folks get there come'uppins. Is a hellion to those who think they can belittle others.
And what better way to knock pompous primadonnas down a few pegs, than a real good scare?
She has a protective streak, and also possibly a jealous one too? Strong willed and typically level headed until something clashes with her morals. Then the sword is drawn. (Figuratively and literally)
As a lover I feel like she would need someone that she could feel safe to let her guard down around. Even if it's for a just a short period of time? Perhaps a secret romantic? She will never admit it.
Fairytale: Unnamed
Fairytale has the most moral compass out of the other two. Heart of gold. Nay, you shan’t scare the kind people! Have at thee evil do’er! What you would expect from a gallant prince that has come to sweep you off your feet! Tender hearted and a little naive to the evil that is around them. They choose to be kind first and foremost. Sometimes that gets them into trouble, they are also reckless when it comes to matters of the heart. If something strikes them as immoral, it's definately act first, think later. :'3c
Also is the most romantically inclined, has big dreams of finding their one true love whom they will serenade with love songs, and take them on a romantic carriage ride through the night. 💫
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merchantofwhispers · 4 years
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Taken from x || @a-murder-of-muses​
“Except neither of us is human, now are we? Not entirely.”
She was still sitting in her spot at the corner of the shop, her elbows propped on the table as she watched him from where she was slouching over a cup of steaming tea. It had been only an inkling of an idea that the young man was more than the others, but only when he’d come near her enough for her to feel the heat of his scent burning at the back of her nose did she know.
Gemina was barely containing her cocky little grin, the mischevious imp that resided in the woman being far too proud of managing to bring such a level of confusion and discomfort to him. 
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“Why don’t you take a seat? Chat with me for a little while,” she said as she kicked her foot forward to push the little chair out from the table, “it’s not often that someone quite like you comes through the door. Most who smell like you lurk in places not this quaint..” 
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justanartsysideblog · 5 years
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How do you see Rhaenys/Garlan Tyrell working in the King's Landing AU?
I think it could be a really interesting romance! Also I apologize that this took so long I really wanted to do a drabble for it but I keep getting about a paragraph or two in and then changing my mind.
Garlan is definitely Rhaenys’ type, physically speaking, and she has a weakness for people who have talents in areas she enjoys, such as swordsmanship. He also isn’t a glory seeker, which would work in his favor as well. He’d be someone that wouldn’t try and upstage her or get angry that she’s the Queen and he’d be Prince Consort. 
I like the idea of them meeting when he comes to court to visit his brother Loras, who is an intimate friend of Aegon and who Rhaenys also considers a friend. I think he grows up hearing about Rhaenys from Loras on his returns home to the Tyrell castle, and in his minds eye she’s a rambunctious little girl playing knight with his brother. 
He doesn’t focus on politics much, so he wouldn’t pay much attention to the news about Rhaenys’ reign, or how she’s strengthened infrastructure or settled disputes, etc.Those aren’t things that have ever interested him, because playing the Game is foolish to him, and that would be the only reason as a second son to pay attention to such things. He leaves the ladder climbing to his brother Loras, who enjoys being the center of attention.
Then Garlan visits King’d Landing and is shocked to see the woman he’d always pictured as a mischevious wild child chasing his brother with wooden swords, because she’s regal and queenly but there it is, that hint of a spark in her eye and the curve of her lips as she listens to her courtiers at dinner, and tells a witty joke that has Tyrion Lannister, her partner for the evening, laughing into his wine. 
There is no disgust in her eyes when she talks to him, despite how disfigured he is. Garlan knows that Loras had been promptly rebuked for calling him The Imp once, and that the title at court for Tywin Lannister’s youngest child is not spoken in her presence. She values her friendships.
And throughout his stay he just finds himself admiring her, and talking with her when she goes horseback riding with her brother and his companions.
He doesn’t feel like a simple second son, when she’s talking to him. He begins to understand it, the magnetic pull his brother had told him of. “When she focuses on you, you feel like you’re standing beneath the sun, and it burns but you can’t look away.”
He’s never wanted glory, but when the Grand Tourney is announced, he enters. He unseats his younger brother in the tilt, and the look of wounded pride on Loras’ face is an afterthought, as he pulls his horse to the edge of the royal box, and names Rhaenys the Queen of Love and Beauty with a garland crown of yellow roses, and she holds his gaze as she gives him her thanks.
There is a dragon lurking in those eyes, glittering violet flames that spark to the surface and threaten to engulf him, as the crowd roars approval. 
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Oh i definitely would like to see some explanations for the superpower/super natural creatures choices you made! I love them all i think they fit so well. When i think abt this “au” i often choose these too lmao
You Nonnie are also on my list of favorite Anons
You’ve opened the can of world building and I’m Hype. Thank you for asking!
For those of you that Haven’t experienced it, I tend to start out normally and then change format six times through and yea
Powers
Roger - Converting Sound to Light (as Dazzler) / Sonic Screaming (as Songbird or Black Canary)
I think the sonic screaming is self-explanatory because of the falsetto and Lap of the Gods
Why I gave him sound to light is mostly because to me he’s the brightest aura in the band. It’s a rad as hell power too
Combined it makes for a fairly devasting fighting combination or a really neat concert light show
Brian - Reality Warping (as Scarlet Witch) or Hard Light Constructs (as Green Lantern
because he’s a space nerd
I honestly couldn’t decide which to give him after considering it but explanations for both
Reality Warping has a lot to do with probabilities and knowing how the laws operate around reality as to not break it and as an astrophysicist, he would have a good chance of being able to master it
Hard Light Constructs this power is entirely based on creativity, which Brian does have a lot of, and I have a feeling that he’d use it more as an educational tool
“You understand?” “Not at all.” “okay here’s a diagram” “oh that makes more sense”
Lights at concerts
John - Shapeshifting (as Mystique) / Telepathy (as Jean Gray)
So I honestly picked telepathy because I have a feeling he’s the type of guy to say something you were just thinking
Also, that way he knows what to say/what not to say and why when they were fighting we got the infamous quote “could make you want to curl up and die in two sentences”
He just shapeshifts his hair ngl
but you always have the stories of John being on the tube and no one going “hey isn’t that world-famous bassist John Deacon” so he shifts his features enough that it still looks like him but not exactly like him to get places without being unnoticed
Going to be sad but sometimes in a particular rare mood he’ll shapeshift back to his form 1973 and play his bass while remembering the good times
Freddie - Empathy / Luck (as Domino) / Flight (as Superman)
So Freddie always seems to understand others emotions
During Hot Space Brian was outwardly angry and argumentive but he likely had doubts about his place in the band because the guitar was being used less and less
Freddie could tell he’s actually worn down and saddened
Queue Soul Brother and the Guitar track
But most of the time he just uses it to push the others buttons
Dude is lucky
Right place and right time to form the worlds greatest rock band
His voice?
And also just little random thing throughout the day
Flight
He uses it mostly for stage acts
but he always feels like he’s flying when he performing so it works out
and I was listening to Don’t Stop Me Now
Supernatural Creatures
Okay so again this is going off a very faint AU I have bouncing around in my head.
Freddie - Siren aka Music Dryad
Okay so Music Dryads operate like sirens as in their voices lure people to follow them, but unlike Sirens, they just do it because they like to sing
Which if you’re a Queen fan, do you ever not sing along?
But also they’re very unconcerned with the ways of humans, but the few humans/creatures that they are, they are extremely loyal too 
John - Fairy
In the AU he’s human because of the plot but for the sake of talking points 
Fairies are known to be mischevious but occasionally very helpful
John is chaotic energy
Like fairies, he can be the best thing with gifts of songs and foods and flower crowns
And also like fairies, he can be a curse with harsh words and chaotic damages
His face just gives me the impression of a little imp but not in a bad way
Brian - Werewolf
Fluffy forest boy
Honestly, it was the hair that gave me the impression originally, but
He’s a person deeply involved in nature and preserving it
Brian is connected to the people he cares about similar to how a wolf pack operates
You know how werewolves are always sad b/c they’re cursed? Brian, judging by a few personal stories and his songs, tends to default to sadness
Roger - Vampire
sex machine ready to reload
Dude gives off the eternal youth vibe
Kind of concerned with the world, but not enough to directly influence it
he wants people to pay attention to the injustices but he’s just a musician so he’s going to sing about them
He keeps his inner circle close, but it’s easy to get into it because he really does love humanity
I have a weird take of vampires
Charms most, if not all, people he meets 
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zarinaa113 · 3 years
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Thsi art is beyond perfection and its made by Carossmo on Devientart
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