#misschief

[nuttydragonbird]

Still going strong

[daily-whistlepaw]

daily whistlepaw until hi becomes PoV day 795

these two shouldn’t be here...

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Aventurine x Reader

Romantic + 06. “Could you… do that to me?” Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Special thnx to @lovelynim for helping me come up with the idea for this*w*

Clover, top!

Spade, side!

Heart, under the chin!

Switch! Repeat!

You were so invested in your new little petting routine that you didn't notice you were being watched.

"What... are you doing?" You jolted and quickly turned around to see Aventurine smirking at you. He was still in bed, looking very lovely with his sleepy face and bedhead.

"Ah! Just petting the cakes," you said, and you walked towards him and gave him a good morning kiss.

"Those little babies are just too cute," you said with a smile, and you glanced back at the adorable cat cakes which were now meowing beacause of the sudden lack of attention.

When looking back at Aventurine, you noted a pout on his face. "You looked quite intense over there. Never seen you like that before," he commented, and you blushed at the realization that he may have been staring a little longer before he made you notice.

"A-ah, well, like I said. Just so cute," you answered. Aventurine was still pouting.

"Could you... do that to me? Or am I not cute?"

You stared at him. Do what? You almost asked this literally but luckily you already realized, and you gasped. The petting?!

"Y-you mean...?" You wiggled your fingers slightly and he nodded cutely. He even pushed the blankets down a little, revealing his half-unbuttoned PJs, and he reached for you with his arm, welcoming you to cuddle.. and pet him?

"Come here," he said. Ah, he was in such a cute and needy mood huh! Seeing you pet the cat cakes made him that jealous? You smiled and crawled against him. He was just too cute.

"Like this, then?" You lightly scratched the top of his head, like you had done to Clover. Aventurine made a cute humming noise.

"Yes," he agreed with a smile. He closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy the attention. You combed your fingers through his hair and enjoyed the way he acted like a cat. If you continued this, would he pur?

"Here too," you said, moving your fingers to his ear, and you lightly scratched him right below his ear, brushing your fingers under his earlobe and against the warm skin of his neck.

"Hehehe," Aventurine giggled softly. He was still a little sleepy and seemed to enjoy the affection very well with his eyes closed, but was that a giggle?

"Does it tickle?" you asked. He nodded.

"Just a little," he admitted. Oh no, oh dear. This was such a sweet, loving and peaceful moment to start your morning with. But no, misschief came to peek around the corner the moment Aventurine admitted it tickled.

You smirked and glanced down at his torso. His PJs was unbuttoned so perfectly that you could see his bare skin.

"Ah, well then you should better prepare yourself. Because next in the petting routine was something like this," you said, and you reached down and lightly traced your finger against his bare tummy. Aventurine jumped and opened his eyes in surprise.

"Ohohoh, well that won't be nehehece-ssaaaarehehehee!" He was so quick to turn into one sweet giggly mess now that you were attacking him with all ten fingers - misschievous, ticklish and on purpose.

Your fingers danced under the fabric of his PJs, tickling him teasingly and making him whine.

"Nohoho! Not thahahat!"

"Yes that," you sang, shaking your head fondly.

"You asked if I'd do that to you, so I am doing it to you," you reminded him, scribbling your fingers against his sides, in a way that wasn't even that much different from how you were petting Spade.

"I dihihidn't mehehean- ahahah!" Aventurine squirmed, but you pinned him down and made sure he wasn't going to get away without finishing the petting routine.

"You are moving too much, dear. I didn't even go for the next petting spot yet. Well, hope it doesn't tickle," you said, reaching for the spot under his chin and tickling him there like you did to Heart.

Aventurine let out the cutest yelp. "Nohoho!" He tried to grab your hands, but his movements seemed a little clumsy because of the tickling.

"T-too ehehearly for thihihis!" he giggled, finally catching one of your hands but unable to pull it away.

"Never too early sweetheart," you teased. You simply continued to wiggle your fingers, tickling him under his chin an also returning to some of those sensitive areas on his neck and near his collarbones.

Your lover was so handsome and sexy, yet at the same time he could be like a whiny kitty cake.

When you finally stopped tickling him, he wrapped you in his arms and held you tightly. You tried to move, but were stuck in his embrace, and you giggled.

"So, after petting comes cuddling?" you asked. You enjoyed the way you could feel his chest heave with each deep breath as he recovered from your tickle attack.

"Yeah. I'm resting," Aventurine said. You nodded.

"Alright."

"And then once I've rested, I will tickle you back. But not yet. Just you wait, darling~" he said tiredly, and your eyes widened. You started to squirm, but his tight hug was really not allowing you to go anywhere!

"Oh hehehe, that won't be necessary. Aven? Baby? Will you forgive me? Hey, answer me!" The little tease was now just ignoring you, or simply falling asleep again while he wouldn't loosen his grip on you.

Oh boy, looked like you weren't going to get out of here without a taste of his revenge!

[laurasimonsdaughter]

The elusive wulver...

In folklore werewolves aren't anywhere near as monstrous as they are often portrayed in modern fantasy. There are plenty of horror stories about them, but often they just cause misschief, of startle people, and they can even be (begrudgingly) helpful, or end up the victim of their story. You can find various examples scattered about on my blog.

But among all stories of wolf-people, the wulver from Shetland stands out as a particularly kind character. The wulver is described as bipedal, furry, but with a wolf's head, which is not unheard of for more human acting werewolves in folklore. (Although you could argue this isn't a werewolf at all, because it never was, nor will be, fully human.) Its other main characteristic is being a keen fisherman, and sharing its catch with hungry locals.

This description comes from folklorist Jessie Saxby's 1932 book Shetland Traditional Lore, and seems the wulver's only source. Briggs quotes it in my beloved Encyclopedia of Fairies (1976), but has no other information to offer. Now of course it isn't unheard of to have only one written source for very local folklore. But they are usually a little older than the 1930s and it is odd if there is no other folklore or stories surrounding it that are even a little bit similar.

So the wulver, as a folkloric creature, kind of bugged me, and I'd look into it every now and again. But! Since I did so last, an archivist at the Shetland Museum named Brian Smith has written an article on the subject! A slightly frustrated article concluding:

The wulver has its origins in Jakob Jakobsen’s place name research, and Jessie Saxby’s misrepresentation of it. There is no Shetland wulver tradition older than 1930.

His explanation that "wulver" or "wolver" was a Shetland pronounciation of the old Norse álf (fairy) used in place names like "Wolvershul" (fairy hill), sounds solid to me. And the claim that Jessie Saxby is the only one who uses it as a name for a wolf creature also seems reasonable. But it is very clear that Smith has a bone to pick with her: "Hardly a month passes without someone asking the Shetland Archives for information about the creature."

I do feel for him, but I'd like to believe that Saxby didn't invent the wulver out of nothing on purpose. Perhaps she and one of her informants got a little lost in a headcanon, perhaps she accidentally mixed in some cynocephaly folklore. Either way, the wulver is a compelling character, and a pretty term for a wolf-creature. Folkloric or not, it makes as good an addition to the modern fantasy population as perytons and dullahan.

But I do love having a plausible answer to my doubts. Read the article yourself if you're interested:

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Looking Out For The Twins

Summary: Set in a Modern AU. While waiting for the twins, Hiccup has an unexpected talk with their mother that leads to a promise.

Warnings: /

Rating: General

Words: 1 035

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Ruff and Tuff's mother

Pairing: /

Author's Notes: Wrote this on a whim (as I do with most of my fics) Came kind of out of nowhere, but I was in need of a slightly fluffier fic.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

The house of the Thorston Twins isn’t a place Hiccup frequents. He’s been here once or twice before, he’s there now as he waits for Ruffnut and Tuffnut to get dressed for the day- though he told them the evening before to be ready- and so he finds himself in their living room.

He feels awkward as he sits on one end of the couch, a cup of coffee in hand. It’s the kind of awkward someone feels when they’re in a house they’re not familiar with, like he’s intruding even though he has permission to be here. The mother of his friends let him in.

Mother Thorston sits on the other end of the couch, sipping on her own cup. Just like the house, she’s not too familiar to him. He knows what she looks like- she is just as blond as Ruff and Tuff, though her eyes lean more towards the latter’s- what her first and last names are, that she works two or three jobs to support them all and their grandfather and the house is inherited, but that’s where his knowledge of her ends.

“So,” she starts. “How is school? Ruffnut and Tuffnut mentioned you were graduating this year.”

“Uh ya-yeah, I am. I don’t think exams are going to give me too much trouble,” Hiccup is surprised by her show of interest. Though, it’s probably one of those topics people bring up in order to fill in the silence by being polite when a teenager is involved in the conversation. Like asking someone what the weather is like.

The awkwardness growing, he tries to distract himself by taking a sip of his cup of coffee. He neglected to ask for sugar or milk, yet the taste still catches him by surprise. He hopes he doesn’t make it too obvious.

“They told me you’re smart, smarter than most,” the older woman continues and Hiccup can see where the twins get their directness from.

“Uh, I guess… Though in what way, that’s entirely up for debate,” that last part is mostly muttered. He supposes nobody can deny that he’s smart, but there are certain parts of his personality that sometimes cancel out all that gray matter of his.5“You help them with their homework and their school projects,” she states.

“I mean, so does Fishlegs.”

“You keep them straight.”

“I’m, ah… going to keep my thoughts to myself.”

“I was so surprised when my twins told me they wanted to go to the library when they were 14 to loan books,” their mother states with a fond expression. “The only reason they used to go there was to vandalize the place, but now the only misschief they get up to there now is to see how many books they can get away with. And they read them, too!”

There’s a loud bang that comes from upstairs and Tuffnut groans whils Ruffnut laughs.

Hiccup puts his cup down, feeling like this conversation isn’t just random.

“Mrs. Thorston, is there something you want to talk about?” His awkwardness disappears, it’s a Haddock trait to be good in confrontations.

“Hiccup,” she breathes. “I’m sure you have your own plans after graduation, but… do you think you can you find the time to look after them still?”

Hiccup’s brow raises in surprise.

“You know how old they were when they first got arrested? They were 11 years old! They were caught stealing candy bars and chocolate from the gas station,” she reminisces, telling him something he already knows. Berk isn’t a large town, after all. It’s just barely above a village. Until Hiccup’s generation, they didn’t even have internet!

Mother Thorston places her cup down as well and observes the serious, but attentive, look in his eyes. With her twins, she can’t tell half the time if they’re paying attention or not, but with Hiccup you know he’s there, his gears turning.

“It was only downhill from there. They would get in trouble at school, cheat, bully Sven’s poor sheep, vandalize… And when they told me they were hanging around Stoick’s boy, “with his one leg and his geeky brain,” I thought; here we go some more,” the mother sags in her seat, her fingers pressing on some imminent pounding in her skull.

“And then… some time after, they went to the library, but not to vandalize it?” Hiccup wonders, hoping to finish the tale for her.

She nods, smiling at their guest.

“They changed. They changed and started talking about you, about their other friends, and they weren’t getting into nearly as much trouble as they used to. But in all honesty, Hiccup, I-”

“You’re afraid that once I graduate, I won’t be in their lives anymore and they’ll slip,” he doesn’t mean to cut her off, but he does.

“Yes,” she releases a deep sigh.

Hiccup smiles at her and she recognizes what kind simply because Ruffnut and Tuffnut mention him so often. It’s the kind that tells her not to worry.

“It’s true that I do have my own plans for the future,” plans he and Astrid are making with each other in mind. “But I have no intentions of leaving anyone behind. Don’t worry, Mrs. Thorston, I’ll look out for them.”

His promise brings a smile of relief to her face, melting away the tiredness he hadn’t even noticed was there until it lifted. That’s how much of a part of her it’s become.

“Thank you,” she tells him, sighing for the final time. Unlike her children, she’s somewhat quiet.

As they wait for the twins, they find other topics to talk about, Hiccup makes another attempt at drinking the coffee he was kindly offered and when they finally come down Tuffnut makes a comment about “mom and dad sitting in the same living room together being awkward.” Hiccup and their mother wear a very similar expression at that comment.

The three of them bid the twins’ mother goodbye before they leave through the front door to meet Astrid, Fishlegs and Snotlout somewhere she doesn’t know. Despite this, there’s no need to worry, because her children have people they can rely on who care enough to keep them out of trouble.

[lewismathesonart]

“Misschief”

Digital

2023

[somesaltycookies]

Yo what's the story behind trickster twins? They look cool as hell!

Thanks so much! They are the most recent addition to the ever growing list of dnd-related oc's. Created for a halloween themed oneshot we'll be playing soon. So far what we got is that they are a rogue and a cleric, who were raised by their loving tiefling parents. But as is often the case with dnd characters, tragedy strikes and the two end up only having one another left to rely on. Their already strong bond grows even stronger, they even develop their own way of communicating with one another. It often seems like they are speaking in riddles, but to them it all makes perfect sense. They like causing misschief, speak fluent sarcasm and would go to the ends of the realm for one another.

[demonicrosebushsims]

Nehushta the Brass and Aramita the Copper Two Queens more alike than they think One loves the arts, the other misschief But both much kinder than their chromatic counterparts

Yes! I'm back to my Dragon Queens. It's time for some metalic girlies, looking great with @valhallansim 's Horns

[wackbitstudios]

Living in their shadows

Commissions are open on https://ko-fi.com/wackbitstudios/commissions

[nuttydragonbird]

What are exes for if not to practice misschief on?

[edylin31]

Work as a freelance programmer and a, well, mafia criminal, is hard, so Amy and Lorenzo decided to take a small vacation in Sulani. They enjoyed the weather and the beach and each other, with some night time skinny dipping 🥵😎

Amy reached level 10 programming and go one more element, so she only needs 5 more to complete the collection. For her aspiration she only needs to reach level 10 misschief.

[wahitsoctavia]

i like to recite this video like its the rubber room rat copypasta. additionally that other video:

"the dubious little creeeatture getting up to misschief; this is no good.

AUGH! the beast is demonic in nature. very icky, no good."

[otomiyaa]

Loki x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 13. “That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position.” Requested by >:3 anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

This little drabble turned into a 1.3K words fic, oops I got carried away. Hope you like it anon!

It was the basic rule and you knew that. You lost the game. Loser gets to do whatever the other asks for the rest of the day. Of course you had only agreed to the condition in order to gain power over your usually evil and sassy lover Loki, God of Misschief, but unfortunately found yourself in the opposite camp. Losers camp.

"Don't worry love. You don't think I would actually ask you things to humiliate you? Just some innocent simple things to tease my sweetheart, that's all. You know what? In order to make it easier to follow my commands, I'll offer you two choices everytime. Do you agree?" Loki reasoned with a smug smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes fondly and fiddled with your playing cards, the ones that had guided you into this losing game. You nodded.

"Alright, sounds fair to me," you answered. You knew Loki wouldn't be too bad to you, considering he was your lover after all. However you liked the idea of having at least some freedom to choose. Loki nodded.

"Good. Then starting with the first set of choices. Either you give me a kiss," he tapped his own lips.

"Or... I tickle you."

Your eyes widened at the mention of the second option, and you coughed in surprise. Tickle?! What... You shook your head and quickly leaned in to kiss his lips.

"E-easy choice," you mumbled with a blush. Loki smirked at you.

"Right?" He pulled you back and kissed you more.

The next few hours, Loki would offer you more choices, but at random. However being the evil God of Misschief, he stuck to an obvious pattern. So very evil.

Bark like a dog, or I tickle you.

Give me a massage, or I tickle you.

Braid my hair, or I tickle you.

They were innocent requests at first, but turned weirder and harder.

Feed me a donut, with your mouth, or I tickle you.

Do a handstand while singing a serenade to me, or I tickle you.

"You know I wouldn't choose the second option by now! Try something else!" you said with a red face, which was about to become even redder now that you started the crazy handstand-serenade thing. And it got even crazier, that little...!

Run into that store and yell "The Hulk is my man!", then buy cookies and leave. Or… I tickle you.

"You really are enjoying yourself aren't you!" you yelled after living through that most humiliating experience ever, and you threw the pack with cookies you bought at his face. His laughter was both maniacal and sweet.

Put these on, or I tickle you.

When Loki offered a pair of handcuffs, you should've known it was a trap. Still, you were very quick to put your hands forward, blushing at the thought of him tickling you, like you did everytime he mentioned the damn word! But the moment the cold metal clicked around your wrists and Loki waved the key between his fingers before putting it into his pocket, you knew you were done for.

"Now, spread your arms and tell me you love me... or, I tickle you," he said, slowly and teasingly, his eyes locking with yours. You swallowed and moved your hands a little, only to confirm these were real handcuffs.

"I c-can't," you said. "I can't spread my arms like this... You have to take these off first."

Loki cocked his head. "That's too bad now. I'm afraid I lost the key, and I really need this confession from you. Spreading your arms is part of the deal. Hm... I guess that leaves only one other option," he said, but you jumped back and shook your head, already giggling in anticipation.

"No no no, hehehe you trickster! That's cheating, it isn't fair!"

"I did not cheat, it is fair, I still gave you two choices," Loki explained calmly, approaching you with slow steps and a sadistic and triumphant look on his face.

"Y-you're being totally unfair, cheater! I'll get you back for this!" Your back touched the wall and you gulped.

Loki only needed a few more steps to completely cage you in. “Really? You'll get me back? That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position.”

You let out a squeak as soon as he grabbed you, and you started laughing even before you felt the long-awaited and anticipated tickles invading your body.

"Nohoho you're so mehehean!" you laughed when he tickled you with firm and steady touches, his fingers digging into your soft torso and rubbing circles almost as if he was massaging you. But damn it tickled like hell!

"I am the God of Misschief after all~" Loki said proudly, taking your cuffed hands and pushing them up over your head to pin them there, with magic. Your eyes widened when he waved both hands at you, showing you that he didn't need them to keep your arms pinned helplessly.

"You cheheheater wahahah!" you howled again when he tickled both your armpits, ribs and sides without mercy. You danced and bucked against the wall in the most uncharming manner, causing you to blush even more.

"Finally I can tickle you. I wanted to let you know that one way or another, I get what I want," Loki sang proudly. It was funny that he needed to make such a show out of it while he could've tickled you straight away from the get-go, right after winning the card game.

But no, he needed to come up with the 2 choices rule. He needed to make it into this silly game and let you do crazy things like the handstand-serenade and feeding him with your mouth, and the damn Hulk shoutout at the store, oh that was awful!

"You ahahare the wohohorst!" you shrieked, kicking your legs while the magic held your bound arms in place. Loki simply caught your leg and tickled your thigh.

"I am the worst, but you do love me," Loki said teasingly, smiling when your laughter went even pitchier the moment he tickled your thigh.

"Right?" he asked, but you were going insane with hysterical laughter.

"Nohoho! I hahahate you hehehe!" you laughed defiantly.

"Oh we both know that is a lie," he said, and yes it was kind of embarrassing that even in this helpless position, you felt like you needed to show your evil boyfriend some more attitude. But it happened. You were rude, and you paid the price. Loki lifted both your legs, making you wrap them around his waist, and he tickled your inner thighs until you were almost screaming into his face.

This was not only getting way too ticklish and tiring, but also way too embarrassing. You did love Loki after all, and looking the way you did in front of the one you loved, really was too embarrassing.

"AHAHA alrihihight I lohohove you! Hahahaha! Plehehease! Mehehercy!"

"Loki, God of Mercy, at your service," Loki teased like the brat he was. A single snap of his fingers didn't only release your hands from their magical cage, but also released your hands from the cuffs. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck for balance.

With your legs still around his waist, you were pressed between him and the wall, and you'd wipe the smug expression off his face if it weren't for this urgent desire to kiss him.

"I promise you, I will get you back for that evil prank," you said breathlessly. Loki shrugged and smiled.

"Can't wait, darling~" he answered, and finally the two of you kissed. Your own loud and hysterical laughter was still ringing in your ears, but Loki's lips against yours also set off some imaginary fireworks inside your head, which really made up for a lot of things.

But... That didn't mean you would give up any shot at revenge. Which, in the case of plotting against your powerful lover, meant that you simply had to get better at card games, beat his ass next time and claim. your. prize!

[intcongarchsection]

A Forum around flying - their initial comments about the air traffic issue in August which cancelled all the flights.

Suffice to say they are not impressed with NATS!

[falling-mellow]

My mom's work's boss' wife does amigurumi, and she had also made multiple cute doggos to sell at a local market last weekend. This one was my favourite. I named him Jax. At first Jax was with 2 pupper sons (he was a single father) but they found their own homes just before I found Jax. Jax is very proud of his boys and hopes they'll behave at their own new homes. They would get into sibling misschief at times..

The original pattern is by MyChrissyDolls! From her Dutch book 'Mijn Hondjes van Sokkenwol' (My Sock Yarn Doggies)

[notthegrouch]

Shenanigans is also very high on the list. idk that word just sounds exactly like it means. some sneaky goofiness. misschief. A+ word

Jettison is like one of the top 10 words in the english language, get that fucking thing out of here at a notable velocity