#muse: anastasia romanov
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I love that when Dimitri gives Anya orders, she IMMEDIATELY does the EXACT opposite. #ClassAct
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@theshxdxw (semi plotted starters)
Be grateful, Anya! She MUTTERS Comrade Fleminkov's embittered words with her own unmatched vitriol. The shbaby coat is drawn closer to the orphan's form. "I- AM- grateful." She reiterates but through clenched teeth, porcelain fingers forcefully curling about the lapels. "Grateful to get away!" She turns, eyes burning with a satisfaction that soon fizzles into nothingness like a snow on a too warm day. The old combative comrade had turned away. Her own fantastically sarcastic words had fallen upon death ears.
Shoulders drop in despair outside the formidable gates of the ONLY dwelling she recollects. Was she HOMELESS now? To be sent out to the FISHMAN's VILLAGE. Booted steps shuffle off in the direction she was appointed.
Fingers drop her coat, turning instead to tinker with a small golden pendant that hung about her throat. Maybe she should go to Paris instead? But-- she'd NEVER make it? Would she? Yet, didn't she owe it to her loved ones to TRY? Hesitation wars upon her countenance.
Anya startles from her revery as another set of steps join her. Azure orbs flash upwards to study the other's equally as distraught features. "Looking for a sign too?" A part of her wonders if perhaps he too had been dismissed. He seemed to be about her age.
#theshxdxw#muse: Anastasia Romanov#hopefully this works for you#them working together to get out of RUSSIA
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top/bottom/switch
Diagnosis results
Philomena Cheer is a switch bc you dont really care as long as u feel good
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Elsie Marion is a top no reason
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Anastasia is a bottom bc ur a whore
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Tattered breaths ravage her chest, her HEART thundering with VIOLENCE. "I'm--- I'm CURSED." She rasps, too stunned to resist the tug of his hand. EVERYONE close to her PERISHED; slow and agonized. "Where will we go that it will NOT follow?" The last surviving Romanov shakily mutters.
Still, she is caught up in the MOTION of movement, ONLY because Steve is propelling her away from the sight of GLEB that kept her TRANSFIXED in HORROR.
Half-attentively, Anya's large cerulean orbs return to Steve as he barks orders. "Not without you." Steve is all she has LEFT. Alexei was NEVER coming back. Maire, Olga, and Tatiana were NEVER coming back. Their graves would FOREVER be etched into HER HEART where neither moth nor rust could ROT away or DAMPEN THE LOSS.
Her porcelain fingers SNARE about Steve's free hand and she sends a wistful, last glance at the PAST that seemed to SNARE her.
"Absolutely not!" Diana would yell at him for this later, but Steve grabbed Anya's with one hand and pulled out his pistol with the other.
"Let's go, stay close to me, and if I say run, you run, got it?"
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what if i told you lads i was thinking of bringing back my modern anastasia
#i used to have her as a muse but gave up bc no one wanted to interact with her :(#i love my baby anastasia romanov#♔ ᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏᴅʟᴇs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ( ooc. )
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dimitri tags
#♛ ( dimitri )#♛ answered ( dimitri )#♛ wishlist ( dimitri )#♛ starter call ( dimitri )#♛ open starter ( dimitri )#♛ likes ( dimitri )#♛ reply ( dimitri )#♛ visage ( dimitri )#♛ aesthetic ( dimitri )#♛ headcanon ( dimitri )#♛ musings ( dimitri )#♛ music ( dimitri )#♛ ship: anastasia romanov ( dimitri )
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Joyful Magic - Lettie’s RP Hub
A multi sideblogs rp hub for OCs and Canon characters as written by Lettie.
Mun is 25+ Minors & Personals please DNI. Only friends outside of tumblr will not be blocked.
RP Sideblogs:
@siberianwarriors -indie multi-muse rp blog for Natasha Romanov (MCU+616), James “Bucky” Barnes (MCU+616), Illya Kuryakin (TMFU 2015), Arina Bondar (MCU + TMFU 2015 OC), and Adelina Bondar-Kuryakin (MCU + TMFU 2015 OC). Currently still a WIP
@defiantlegacy - an indie multi-muse blog for Queen Consort Cathrine of Aragon & Queen Mary I of England and Ireland. Historical fiction/fantasy leaning as to be respectful to the actual historical figures.
@fantasiesandfolklore - indie multi-muse blog for various fantasy, action, and folklore OCs of mine, some having been in development for over 15 years and still WIPs.
@belovedleadingmen - indie multi-muse rp blog for various Disney male characters, featuring: Hercules, Flynn Rider, and Dimitri (from Anastasia 1997) - STILL A MAJOR WIP
@unhclybeings- indie multi-muse rp blog for various mythological and folklore-based deities/entities. Includes Greek mythology. All written devotionally and with full respect to the deities and those who worship them.
@foxmulderspecialagent - indie single muse rp blog for Fox Mulder from X-Files. Currently watching season 6. Run with co-owner, @singeart. My Mulder is written as both autistic and a trans man.
@marvelousandmysterious - indie multi-muse rp blog for various characters from DC/DCEU and MCU/Marvel-616. Focusing on the theme of grey morality.
@alwaysaqueene an indie single OC muse rp blog for 3 verses of Relta’s (otherwise found @fantasiesandfolklore), specifically her historical verses.
#Ooc#self promo#Roleplay promo#Joyfulmagic#multi muse rp#Historical rp#marvel rp#dc rp#x files rp#fantasy rp#superhero rp#Spotify
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☼ ☾ ( margot robbie , 28 , she/her , female, PRINCESS LORRAINE ) - have you seen BARBARA LORRAINE? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re OPEN MIND but also IMPULSIVE. when you think of them , you think of FULL MOON, ROSES PERFUME IN THE SPRINGS, FIRE BURNING IN WINTER .
— ☼ BASIC
NAME: BARBARA MILLA NIKOL LORRAINE
TITLE: PRINCESS OF HUNGARY
BETROTHED: AKIHITO YAMATO
ORIENTATION: HETEROSEXUAL LOWKEY BODERLINE ASEXUAL/ DEMISEXUAL
RELATIVES: ILLYANA & GIZELLA (SISTERS)
— ☼ HEADCANON
inspo: barbie ( stereotypical barbie 2023), elle woods (legally blonde), daphne blake (scooby doo), rapunzel (2010), queen freya (snow white the huntsman winter war), elsa (frozen), anastasia ( anastasia 1997) , alice ( alice in wonderland 1951, 2010, 2016 )
tw: neglect ish
Since she was a child, Barbara was told she was told she would do something greater and good. She believed it, she wasn't sure what exactly but she knew she would do great.
As the middle child, she's a bit of drama queen but in a subtle manner. She knew she is the least favorite child for both parents, which makes her feel excluded. Sometimes, she is only reminded when she needs to be the right arm for her old sis (to her parents).
Despite it all, she is very close to her sisters, she doesn't let anything ruin her relationship with them. She loves fashion and is obsessed with the color pink.
When she needs to be responsible, she is very responsible. She likes people to underestimate her because she always shows them she is capable of winning, it keeps her motivated in some way.
She is very enigmatic, not always is possible to know what she is truly thinking. Barbara can be quite unpredictable as well. But she is super kind and sweet, a little naïve at times.
In regards to romantically… She has issues with commitments. She troubles acknowledged her own sentiments, but when she does, Barbara is capable to give herself entirely (only when she likes the person).
She is cleaning craze since she was a child, but she knows how to disguise it.
more to come...
— ☼ WC + CONNECTIONS
BEST FRIENDS: Mischa, Araceli
FRIENDS: Amara, Adrian, Nikolai
CHESS PLAYER: Adrian Romanov
MATERNAL FIGURE (1/1): Luisa
PATERNAL FIGURE (1/1): Amos
UNLIKELY FRIENDS: Zehab. Elias. Amos, Araceli, Aleksei (She’s ray of sunshine and y/m is totally opposite of her, maybe she is the one to brighten your muse’s day).
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS: Luciana, Reuben
SUGAR BUDDY: Zehab ( She’s the person that gives your muse gifts, and gives your muse sugar [literally not metaphorically] )
PAST FLING (0/1): (This one could be summer love etc, )
KINDRED SPIRIT (0/1) :
BULLY / VICTIM: (Barbara is the victim, probably they were are jealous that now she is a princess or UTP)
MENTOR:
PERSONAL GUARD (0/1): (He works in her family for years, before she even become a princess. They always bickering and she is every day firing him and hiring him. In the end of the day, he’s the only person she trusts.)
WINGWOMAN: ( Barbara helped your muse to get to their crush / love. )
BAD INFLUENCE: Sophie ( Someone who is trying to be bad influence to her. || Or is trying to corrupt her. )
FRENEMY:
GOOD INFLUENCE: Bellamy ( She is being a good influence to your muse. || Or your muse is being her good influence )
FRIENDS 4 ADVENTURES: Araceli
SOULMATES (0/1):
CRUSH: Xavier
FRIENDS WHO DRIFTS APART: Reuben
BETROTHED: Akihito Yamato I have 2 ideas tbh, just hmu for discussion [ See on the main the WC ]
— ☼ SOME PLOTS IDEAS:
DON’T BE AFRAID: Barbara has a fear [ phobia tbh ] from horses (since the accident when she was a child), maybe your muse is trying to help her out to not be scared of them.
SOMEBODY HELP ME: Somebody that helps Barbara gets better on self-defense because she is not very good. This person will need to be patient with her, because she is not into physical aggression.
— ☼ CONNECTIONS:
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@starseized liked for muse roulette and got Anastasia
Paris had become the unofficial home of the surviving Romanov's. And even though Anastasia had married Dimitri, she was still a Russian Grand Duchess.
So hosting Prince Naveen and his American bride on their tour of Europe was the least she could do.
Her grandmother was busy mingling with the influential people of Europe, and Dimitri was somewhere around here, so for a moment, the Grand Duchess was watching the dancers.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" She asked when the Prince came to stand beside her. She had met him briefly earlier in the evening, but they hadn't really spoken much beyond pleasantries.
"Do you dance, Your Highness?"
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@greatrspnsibility
@timeguardians said: “at least let me clean the wound!” (Anya for Dmitri?)
❝ don't---don't want you to get those gloves dirty, your highness. ❞ he manages to grunt out, grimacing as he shifted to sit; he didn't want to touch her, lest he get a bloody handprint on her beautiful gown. ❝ i just wanted to get the last word in, before i left----sorry for interrupting. ❞ dmitri had to get up. had to find vlad. had to----get this bullet out of him. ❝ you got a medic, in here? ❞
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Abandoned by all she KNEW, by Dimitri and Vlad, Anya stands before stoney faced Gleb. The shadows do not soften his hatred warped features. Denial is all it would take to ascertain FREEDOM and yet, her quavering lips can not utter what the soldier demanded to hear. "I will ask once more. Once more only. Who are you?" He icily insisted. His pistol, though it shook, is drawn to the graces of her forehead. "I--" she feels her voice crumble as if it were day old bread. "I ---am--- Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia." She reiterates, drawing herself up to her full height.
Memories of that terrible cellar threaten to overwhelm and drown her. Haunted eyes flood with tears as she recalls the terrible chorus of screams that had suddenly drawn quiet. Her family was GONE.
All Anya can do when she first hears the bellow of the shot reverberating with a terrible twang about the room is FREEZE. The sound is followed by a sickening thud. A thud in Dimitri's direction. Shock curls up every vertebra of her spine as she turns. "DIMITRI!" His name rips from aching lungs. HE SHOULD HAVE NEVER COME BACK FOR HER!!!!! Didn't he know by now she was an albatross?!!! Everything, everyone she ever LOVED perished in ugly fashions.
The gun, Gleb's pistol, which had been levied at her head was no longer raised. Shame and guilt colored his cheeks before he stormed away, leaving her free to react. Shaky limbs rise and she flings herself in Dimitri's direction.
"THAT WAS SO STUPID!!!!" She chastizes harshly. As per usual, Anya steamrolls his desire for her to leave him be. The dress and gloves be DAMNED. Dimitri is ALL that ever mattered to her. He, alone, was her world.
"I don't care about the gloves," Anya clips, trying to shelve the worry against the rigid grooves of the roof of her mouth. Her hands briefly dip downwards to affectionately cradle his face before moving to probe the wound. "What last word? What could you have possibly left unsaid? Why -- why would you risk your life like that?"
She bites back the urge to be sarcastic. (which is NOT an easy feat). Instead, blurried eyes entreat of the other party goers. "SOMEONE, PLEASE--- HELP US!!!!!!" In a shakier voice, more full of dread, she adds. Send for the medic--"
@greatrspnsibility
#muse: anastasia romanov#tw: death#tw: blood#greatrsponsibility#sorry this took 1000 years. I rewrote it about a billion and a half times. Hope this works for you
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open to: @onpygmalion my beluved MWAH muse: anastasia romanov, primary female ballet dancer + daughter of the notorious russian mafia leader, sergei romanov
The polished hardwood of the floor gleamed like dark liquid beneath the warm, diffused light of the small studio built within her home. Anastasia had spun, leaped, and twirled on this very floor time and time again. Each time her satin-clad feet graced the floor, the room would echo with the sound of the tapping of her shoes.
Mid-pirouette, she finds herself losing her balance at the loud sound of the door opening and closing, causing her to lose balance slightly. She grits her teeth in frustration, emerald hues staring at her reflection in the mirror.
"Ty zastavila menya poteryat' koncentratsiyu. Couldn't you knock?" Her words are laced with frustration, something she feels like she can't help. Finally, she turns on her heel to face her bodyguard. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy his company, although sometimes she did wish to be completely alone. They would practically spend entire days together, but most people wouldn't know that.
"I'm hungry."
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OPEN TO: @tragiclike MUSES: romanyuk "roman konstenko & anastasia "ana" romanov, professional ballet dancers & dance partners. PLOT: continuation of roman & ana trying to make amends at a local bar after a performance.
The liquor was cold, but the burn of its influence on his senses sat heavy on his chest before flooding the rest of his body. This sensation was what he craved more than the rest as it silenced any dread. The contrast in temperature and taste took away his edge, burned it until it was dull. For a moment, Roman could surrender control and not despise it. Eventually he'd notice its absence, feel it begin to fester, and he'd find remedy— but first, he'd recklessly find the infection. His first attempt would be found in whatever would come of Anastasia and him outside of rehearsed interaction. His only responsibility then had been to ensure she didn't fall, and the rest always fell into place. What would become of them now? "Peace? Hardly," Roman scoffed, finishing off the drink in front of him that came at perfect rhythm. "A trap? You're giving me too much credit after we've just left the cage, Anastasia. I'm only wondering if there's anything to you beyond what they make us do." In their world, there was a desperation to be different but Roman had come to accept that it was possible that they were all the same. There were just those that knew how to follow a concept of contortion with more precision than the others, those more willing to risk a break than the rest. He was still on the fence about whether it was worth it, but Roman had grown too used to the cuts from the wire to give up now. If this was all he had, so be it. Though next to Anastasia, the contrast tasted too familiar. As different as they were, their shared practices had shaped them into similar pieces across a board. It was just a matter of what made them alike and what made them different came before or after broken bones and newfound faith in stage lights. "I've never run into you. This city isn't that big," He pointed out. "Where is it that you go when you're done being on top?"
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Anya had never been the world's best student with geography and yet, somehow in the moment she vaguely recollects that the islands were several thousand miles away. Astonishment colors her eyes, though she sets about, scrambling to gather meager possessions which consisted of a ratted old scarf, a tattered thrice sewn hat, and a dirtied, threadbare jacket.
"Well, I-- I suppose we have to start with exit visa's first. Perhaps, we can meet someone who can assist us in town?" Anya supportively offers. She reaches into the straw mattress and pulls out rubbles she had been squirreling away for such a DIRE time as this.
"Really? She won't?" The news was almost too good for Anya to stand. Her heart flickered to life inside of her chest. As far as she can remember (which wasn't entirely far at all) she hadn't had a family or a home. Though for an inkling of a moment, she supposed she MUST have had them and then lost them. How? She isn't quite certain. Besides, she was already so fond of Lilo, considering her to be like a sister already.
Anya giddily seizes the pillows and fashions them in the form of human shaped lumps in case comrad Valenka (the grumpy headmistress) would decide to check in on them. It would be an awful shame to get mostly done with the plotting but to then get stopped short by HER interference.
“Yup!” Lilo started with full confidence. It was funny how adults said they wanted what was best for her, but none of them actually ever seemed to ask or listen to what she wanted. Nani and her fought a lot, but they were sisters, they were supposed to fight. It had been hard enough to lose both parents, Lilo certainly hadn’t wanted to lose Nani too.
The other girl’s more practical questions drew a sight shrug. “I don’t know all of that yet, but I’m going to figure it out. You can help… I’m sure, when we get there, my sister won’t mind if you stay with us.”
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⭐ " @timeguardians
I love your Peggy Carter SO much. Throw her at Diana Prince, I beg!
Other muses you could throw Peggy at:
Evelyn Johnson (Pearl Harbor 2001)
Anastasia Romanov:
Matthew Crawley (Downton Abbey)
Lucy-Grace Roennfeldt (The Light Between Oceans)
Hannah Roennfeldt (The Light Between Oceans)
Isabel Sherbourne (The Light Between Oceans)
If they are from the WWI Era into the 1920s, throw her at them.
Rose from Titanic is the same as above.
Melody:
Baelfire Jones (AU OUAT)
Wendy Darling (Peter Pan)
Captain Hook (Peter Pan)
Peter Pan (Peter Pan)
Emma Swan (OUAT)
Princess Jasmine (Aladdin 2019)
Ariel is the same as above.
If you have an idea not listed here, please throw it at me, I'd love it!
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#♛ ( anastasia romanov )#♛ answered ( anastasia romanov )#♛ wishlist ( anastasia romanov )#♛ starter call ( anastasia romanov )#♛ open starter ( anastasia romanov )#♛ likes ( anastasia romanov )#♛ reply ( anastasia romanov )#♛ visage ( anastasia romanov )#♛ aesthetic ( anastasia romanov )#♛ headcanon ( anastasia romanov )#♛ musings ( anastasia romanov )#♛ music ( anastasia romanov )#♛ ship: dimitri ( anastasia romanov )
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