#Daughters of Mischief

[holysheithyall]

i hope nothing bad happens to them

[artoutforblood]

aftermath of shitten shenanigans

[stars-irises]

The Christmas that goes wrong is so unhinged. Like what do you mean that in the same radio show where they spent like 2 hours trying to play the song "White Christmas" and repeatedly failing to, they also revealed that Robert was canonically romancing Chris's mum and that he used to be in a relationship with Dennis's mum and that Dennis straight up calls Robert "dad" sometimes. Like what was that?

[velvetwyrms]

Yodo never grew out of her and her Uncle Kankuro's constant loud bantering and silly, childish roughhousing, which originally helped her adjust to her new life as the Kazekage's newly adopted charge.

(Based directly on the frankly outstanding fanfic Breaking The Cycle, which a close, old friend of mine wrote based on our shared headcanons years ago. This is also the fic that the entire askblog I'm making for the Sand Fam is based on, backstory-wise, and remains my favourite fanfic of all time. I would highly recommend even if, like me, you don't care for the Boruto series canon but want a more family-oriented fic. I still recommend it to people who haven't watched Naruto, and they've ended up loving it! <3)

[Please do not repost, reblogging stops my hours of work from dying in your likes, lets others enjoy this too and spreads the word of my work, e.g. the askblog currently in progress!]

[athinginmotion]

Smiling women and girls in art history

Mère Poussepin Seated at a Table, Gwen John, oil on canvas, 1915-20

Portrait of the Artist’s Sisters Playing Chess, Sofonisba Anguissola, oil on canvas, 1555

Portrait of a Young Woman, Frans Hals, oil on canvas, 1655

Portrait of Isabella Brandt, chalk on paper, Peter Paul Rubens, 1620

Self-Portrait with a Camellia Branch, Paula Modersohn-Becker, oil on canvas, 1907

Self-Portrait with her Daughter, Elisabeth Vigée-Lebrun, oil on canvas, 1786

[nightowlssleep]

Father-daughter shenanigans

[brokenpoetliz]

Words spoken once cannot be taken back...

Type: Oneshot

Pairing: Loki x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/n only wanted the best for her dad but Loki's silvertongue is blamed for his choice of words against his own daughter for her heartbreak.

(P.s the reader is around 10-12 (human) years old)

(Sorry for any typos!)

Warning (?): Angsty ending with no happy ending

Inspired by this. Thank you!! @holdmytesseract

Y/n's POV-

Clutching on Uncle Thor's arm, I walked behind him to meet the Avengers. I've been here since yesterday, told to meet my father. Loki. He had caused destruction on Midgard. I heard everyone saying "she is our only hope." I have no idea why he did this but I know that since mommy left us, he has fallen into sorrow. In the first months, he locked himself away from everyone, then, 'the fall' happened, and he faked his death, later Uncle Thor found out that he was alive, causing damage on Midgard. It's been so long since I have seen him. I look down at my palm, the emerald stone shining brightly on the gold chain. It was a necklace that mommy had given him but since she left he abandoned this last memory of my mother. I suddenly feel rage and anger. He left Asgard. He left granny Frigga. He left uncle Thor. He left me. He left his home. It's his actions that hurt me the most. Not only me, everyone here. We enter a hall in which there was a large glass prison or cell. I look behind me, the Avengers are also here. I look up at Uncle Thor and he nods while opening the doors to the cell. I leave his hand. tightly holding onto the necklace. In the cell, sat a man on a bench, back facing toward me. My dad. He knows someone is there but doesn't speak. So, I do.

"F-Father?"

His head jolts up and he finally faces me. His eyes are red. As though he had been crying for a few hours now.

"Y/n?" He says and instantly pulls me down for a hug. He's changed since I last saw him. I hug him back, his scent filling my nostrils. Tears stream down our eyes.

I mutter, "Father... please come home with me. Please."

He pulls away looking at Thor dead in the eye. He speaks again, "Y/n love try to understand. After I conquer this place you can rule by my side, you can be the Queen after me. You'll get all the riches, love."

I wipe my stray tears and reply, "No father, I don't want those riches I- I want you... To listen to your bedtime stories, to play with you in the gardens, to read with you in the library, to lay in your arms where I find solace in..."

I slowly take the necklace and hook it around his neck.

"I lost mommy... I don't wanna lose you. Everyone's hurt here." I whisper.

"You are against me? For these mortals?" He states in astonishment.

"I'm not against you, just your actions," I say reaching out to touch his soaked cheeks but he pulls away.

"You cannot be my daughter." ....My heart shatters.

"Well, maybe you and your actions," I reply back walking away from him and making my way back out of the cell a stray tear running down my cheek.

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Hope you liked it!

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[tophthedaydreamer]

human ortensia design, glamorous edition! her look is heavily inspired by josephine baker :D

this one was especially fun bc i referenced the pose from a pinup model! i feel like my poses have gotten stale lately, so this was a fun way to shake up the ol' routine.

[rosetyler42]

Some mischievious Ericka + Mavis These two are two sides of the same coin, and I could definitely see Ericka realizing Mavis ACTS mature but has a mischievious streak and bringing it out. XD

@lovelylivelyv @black-ak9 @serial-serializednovelreader @hotelt-resurrection @deathfangirl9 @kittyball23 @wingingfromthezing @heartsong1994 @ebevkisk

[discordiansamba]

@a-deadly-lullaby replied to your post “spitballing some more ideas for the oops! all...”:

First odd, I LOVE the sibling vibes between Keith and Allura. They need more solidarity. Second, I saw the "big sister" Allura, now all I can imagine is Keith and Allura taking one look at Lotor and approaching him like a little brother. That whole situation with Lotor could go in any direction though.

​Lotor would definitely be interesting in this AU!

Both Keith and Allura would have known Zarkon and Honerva pre-corruption. That goes without saying, really. They both would have known that Honerva was pregnant, and it's easy to imagine it catching both of their interest. They were both excited to meet the child- particularly Keith, who was also half-Galra, half-Altean.

They both assumed the child died with Honerva.

Lotor would naturally have an interest in them both, given that they're both old Alteans. Allura's alchemical abilities would still catch his eye the most like in canon, but he can't deny that he's curious about the only other half-Galra, half-Altean he's ever met. But he's also... disappointed in Keith. He clearly leans more towards his Galra half, which Lotor cannot understand. He was raised on Altea. Yet if it were not for his markings and colored pupils, he might assume he was just like any other Galra.

To someone who hold's his mother's people to such an impossibly high standard, it would be baffling to Lotor.

[lokiswifeduh]

Masterlist

NAVIGATION

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

[motsimages]

Watched The Exorcist (1973) for the first time the other day and the demon part is scary but I was not expecting so much medical scenes.

I also understand that the 70s were Like That (and for many people things unfortunately still are), but what is this of making medical tests on a teenager while her mother is in the waiting room? And then, the mother hasn't been there, we the audience haven't been there either, and the doctor says "your daughter has used bad language" and the mother "that's impossible, she doesn't do that" but what is she going to do? She will trust the doctor, the expert, her daughter's character is changing so there must be something (not adolescence) going on. Long story short, your 12 year old, who is starting puberty, needs to take Ritalin.

This was harder for me than the actual possession. It then turned out that there was something terribly wrong with the daughter, but the way they presented this information was aaragadafsdfasdhjgla.

Also, they say the girl doesn't remember anything of the possession, so from her point of view she goes from undergoing a lot of medical procedures and being high as a kite over nothing to having scars all over her body (and very likely genital problems for the rest of her life, there is a whole thing going on down there that is never adressed). There is a whole different movie here of the daughter trying to find out which medical doctor actually disgraced her like this and why did my mother never sue them? Was my mother the one who did all this? "It was an evil possession". Right, so my mother is crazy and I paid for it with my health.

So yeah... it's a medical/psychiatric horror movie as much as it is a supernatural one.

[misschris1412]

Katherine Mcnamara : Déa Fandralson

[imagine-loki]

Imagine getting the idea to give your young daughter a “dream house” for her dolls. You pitch the suggestion to your husband, Loki, who considers for a moment.

“Well, she did seem to like the ones she saw on Midgard… But they’re all so similar-looking and… bland.”

“What’s your point? It’s not like many of her peers here on Asgard have them.”

Loki remains deep in thought for another minute before he cracks a grin. He rises to his feet, and you know he has an idea brewing.

A flick of light and a spark of green later, you gasp in awe at the sight before you.

“Oh, Loki! It’s beautiful! She’ll love it!”

It’s much more extravagant than any dollhouse you’ve seen before. Your little princess is spoiled positively rotten (courtesy of her father, of course), but who cares?

“Remember to share your dolls, dear,” you remind your daughter gently as she plays with a few friends.

Her playmates stare in wonder, ooh-ing and ahh-ing over her new “dream house.”

“This part of the house is where the Avengers stay when they come to visit Barbie. And this is the ballroom! And here’s the Great Hall. And that’s where all the puppies live, and there’s the stables… And the swimming pool!”

[riversmoodboardblog]

Ate's Daughter Jessie

[fantasywriter19]

Bonsai

@hp-12monthsofmagic ’s new theme for April is “I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good” — I hope you enjoy this last minute submission.

04/30/1971 

It was with an overbearing sense of deja vu that Orele found herself dragging her best friend through the entrance to Knockturn Alley. She’d managed to make it into Borgin and Burkes the previous summer only to be told to get out, something her friend had no problem obeying.

But, she thoughtfully reasoned, she’d only been eleven then. Now that she was twelve, with a handful of spells under her sleeve, Mr. Borgin had to let her buy something. She was determined to get a Dark object.

“Orele ~” Quirinus whined, trying and failing to pull free from her vice grip. The purple beret hugging his forever-bald head slipped off in their scuffle, leaving him to slap his free hand against it to keep from losing it. “Why did you have to drag me into this again?”

“I have to see if he’ll let me buy something this time!” she replied excitedly, pulling him steadily down the sloped, messily cobbled pathway. Her curly brown hair practically floated behind her with how energetically she skipped through. “And remember, this is good for both of us to face down our fears! I mean, just think about how far we just came from school!”

The buildings overshadowed their descent, coaxing a fearful moan from Quirinus the further Orele hauled him. “I was hoping you wouldn’t want to do this anymore. We’re not Gryffind — stop pulling me!”

Orele nearly growled in response that she didn’t need to be reminded of that unfortunate result. She’d fought the Sorting Hat tooth and nail over how she deserved to be a Gryffindor, how everything she strived to be was bravery. However, upon its insistence on her extremely curious mindset, it ended their mental battle with its shout to the Great Hall, “RAVENCLAW!!”

The only upside had to be as Orele had promised during the summer. That they would end up in the same House, no matter what. Not that she was entirely sure the Hat would’ve agreed to place Quirinus in Gryffindor, however, had she made it.

Outside the little run-down shop of Borgin and Burkes, she turned to Quirinus with her best attempt to calm his high-strung nerves. “Come on. If you don’t do it, how will anyone know how cool you are? We don’t have to be Gryffindors to be known for taking risks. We made it this far without getting caught, how much more trouble could it be to see it through?”

“Maybe I don’t care if anyone thinks I’m cool,” he retorted stoutly. “It’s hard enough just being your friend. Every year you’ve tried to pull me down here with you to prove how brave you are. You already made it in over the summer, what more do you want?”

“Q,” she rested both hands on his shoulders. “You know me by now. You’re not just my friend, you’re my best friend. This is more than just proving that we’re brave enough to come down here. It’s also proven what little attention most adults pay to children exploring where adults say they shouldn’t. Slughorn had no clue!”

“I’m never going to be able to look him in the face again,” he bemoaned, rubbing his arm with a downcast expression. “What if he finds out we lied to him?”

The plan had gone so well, Orele was shocked. She’d overheard Slughorn telling another professor about how the fireplace in his office was set to be connected to the Floo Network for about a week so he could easily travel between the school and his family in Cornwall. She even heard about how he had meant to do it during the easter holidays, but they had gone traveling so he decided to wait for their return.

“So long as everything goes to plan, he won’t,” she shrugged. “He’s so trusting toward younger students — especially us. I’ve never been caught before.”

“He won’t trust us ever again when he finds out,” Quirinus retorted, his lower lip trembling.

“If he were to ever catch us, which he won’t, I’d take the full blame. So stop worrying so —”

She was cut off by the sound of a very familiar voice bellowing, “ORELE!!”

Her eyes widened, “We’ve been had! Hurry, Q, hurry!” She ushered him inside the building, a bell ringing above their heads as the only sound to prove that they entered.

“Was that your brother’s voice?” Quirinus asked shakily.

“Most definitely,” she quipped, speeding toward the desk of Mr. Borgin — an oily-haired man who eyed the both of them with visible distaste. “Good afternoon, sir. If there is no need for further pleasantries, we’re here to warn you —”

“Didn’t I throw you two outta here the last time you visited?” he asked scathingly, his voice as slippery as his hair.

“Technically no. You told us to leave, and we obliged. But that’s not the point,” Orele said with a wave of her hands. “I’m here to tell you a boy will be in here soon. We wanted to get here first so you’d know that he’s been planning to come in here to steal something.”

“And how do you figure he thinks he’ll be able to do that?” Borgin sneered.

“How am I supposed to know?” she shrugged, inching away towards some shelves to hide behind. “I just know what I overheard. You’re the expert on thieving attempts, Mr. Borgin.”

“You could be the one trying to steal,” he pointed out skeptically.

“I could be. But then why didn’t I try already?” she pointed out. “You’ve seen me once before, and I didn’t try anything then, did I?”

Mr. Borgin stood silent, staring blankly back at her.

Leaving him to contemplate her story, Orele snagged Quirinus by his sleeve and ducked down one of the aisles. With a sparing glance through the free spaces in the shelving, they kept out of sight as the door burst open with another set of rings to reveal the slightly disheveled brown hair of her brother, Gerald.

His silvery gray eyes scanned the room from the entrance until they landed on the owner, and he quickly stalked over to him. “Excuse me, have you —”

“Get outta my shop!” Borgin yelled, his expression stormy as he glared at the confused teen. “I know your type, boy.”

Giddy that her last minute plan worked, Orele kept her ears open to their discussion while she searched frantically for something that sounded interesting. Quirinus almost broke her concentration a few times whenever he squeezed her arm in a moment of panic.

Their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a wisened former auror, often showing them a variety of objects to teach her students how to tell if they’ve been infused with Dark Magic. Orele breathed in the amount of heaviness that all Borgin’s merchandise exuded, excited by the sensations of power and possibilities they made her feel. She hadn’t been able to sense all of it before their professor told them what to look for.

Considering Gerald had told her no Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher ever lasted more than a year, Orele wanted to be sure she could own something to keep herself reminded of how Dark Magic made her feel.

“What are you talking about?” Gerald replied, his voice rising significantly in volume. “I’m looking for —”

“For something to steal, I know! I been warned about you.”

“Warned?”

Orele scanned the shelves as best she could, the attempt to focus on two things at once hurting her brain. There was a cursed doorknob, a hideous purple dressing gown called lay-z robe, an electric striking hat, and many other items she automatically ignored.

Her eyes lit up when she came across a small little tree with silver seeds the size of blueberries growing on its green foliage. It rested on a pedestal a head taller than her, so she could just barely read the note propped up in the dirt saying ‘FORESIGHT BONSAI — EAT ONLY ONE BERRY WITHIN TWENTY FOUR HOURS, FORESEE MULTIPLE FUTURES ~ COST 15 GALLEONS’.

“Q,” she whispered, “what do you think had to be sacrificed so these berries could help tell the future? Or what the side effects of eating them could be that this cutie is collecting dust in this dingy shop?”

“I don’t care,” Quirinus hissed back. “We need to get out of here.”

Brushing aside his mounting worry, Orele pulled her money from her pocket and rifled through it. “Hmm.. how many Sickles to a Galleon again?”

Before Quirinus could berate her again, he froze as Gerald said, “Ugh, forget you — Orele! Come on! Where are you and your little friend at? Ravenclaw’s not losing House Points over your sorry asses!”

“Ooooh..” Orele couldn’t help doing that out loud. Years of doing that whenever he did or said something she knew she could get him in trouble for made it impossible to pass up. She might’ve been the one with the largest risk of expulsion or detention, but any bad word slip-ups always got her excited.

Quirinus’ gasp prompted Orele to swiftly grab the bonsai, leaving the money she had in its place, while she bolted from their position behind the shelf. Quirinus wasn’t far behind as they heard Gerald knocking things over in his attempt to catch them, the two first-years keeping out of his line of sight as best they could. Mr. Borgin screamed more curse words after Gerald, more focused on him than on anything else.

Turning a corner to try making it back to the front of the store, Orele caught sight of a large, cobwebbed cabinet along the far wall and made a beeline for it. Pulling Quirinus inside it with her, she closed the door on the combined sounds of Gerald and Mr. Borgin yelling at the top of their lungs. In the next second, there was immediate silence.

Puzzled, Orele opened the door a smidge to peer out against Quirinus’ fearful whimpers only to find they weren’t in Borgin and Burkes anymore.

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A few hours later, Gerald Ollivander was being marched by Professor Flitwick to the latter’s his office when Orele skipped by them with her tongue sticking out at him. 

He opened his mouth, but wasn’t able to say what he wanted to say.

“Come along, Mr. Ollivander. No time for distractions.”

“But Professor, she —!”

“I won’t hear another word of it! Your sister has been on school grounds this whole time, despite what you would like us to believe.”

As they disappeared from her line of sight, Orele chortled as she made her way back to that secret room she and Quirinus had found themselves in. Now that she had somewhere to store her forbidden item in (among many more to come), and a means to get to that shop without anyone finding out… she was planning to make as much use of it as possible.