#the romanov family

[the-last-tsar]

Maria Feodorovna preparing Elizabeth Feodorovna (Ella) for her wedding to Grand Duke Sergei in The Royal Mob.

[wildfieldz]

Life is too short to spend it on fighting and quarrels, especially in the sacred family circle.

Alexandra Feodorovna Romanova

[lovf00lish]

Nicholas II or Nikolai II Alexandrovich Romanov (18 May [O.S. 6 May] 1868 – 17 July 1918), known in the Russian Orthodox Church as Saint Nicholas the Passion-Bearer, was the last Emperor of Russia, King of Congress Poland and Grand Duke of Finland, ruling from 1 November 1894 until his abdication on 15 March 1917. During his reign, Nicholas gave support to the economic and political reforms promoted by his prime ministers, Sergei Witte and Pyotr Stolypin. He advocated modernization based on foreign loans and close ties with France, but resisted giving the new parliament (the Duma) major roles. Ultimately, progress was undermined by Nicholas's commitment to autocratic rule, strong aristocratic opposition and defeats sustained by the Russian military in the Russo-Japanese War and World War I. By March 1917, public support for Nicholas had collapsed and he was forced to abdicate the throne, thereby ending the Romanov dynasty's 304-year rule of Russia (1613–1917).

𝐑𝐮𝐟𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐳𝐚𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢

[thathistoricgirl]

Some photos of the imperial princesses Olga, Tatiana, Maria and Anastasia of Russia I fount ♡

[anthropologistfromentropy]

This is really helpful for my fic, thank you! Does anyone know what nicknames were used for Grand Duke Dimitri Pavlovich and Grand Duke Andrei Vladimirovich? By any of the Romanovs or Felix Yusupov, I'm not picky.

If not, going with a common diminutive will probably work well enough. I might find one for Dimitri if I had the energy to read Yusupov's memoir Lost Splendor...

Grand Duke Nicholas Mikhailovich was apparently called Uncle Bimbo. A friend in discord told me it was used by his Romanov family too, but I don't have any other sources.

Oh also I have heard that Felix Yusupov's nickname was Malenkiy, meaning Little One. Though in his memoir it seems to be translated as Baby. The Romanovs and Rasputin called him that too. This letter he ends with "Feli" though

Nicknames

Nicknames of Otma and their nicknames for other people (taken from their correspondence and diaries)

Please tell me if I got anything wrong. There are probably a lot of people/nicknames missing but I plan to update the list. If anyone wants any sources for a specific nickname feel free to ask.

OTMA

Olga:

Olenka

Tatiana:

Tatianochka

Tanechka

Maria:

Marie (not really a nickname, just a different way of saying her name, but I thought I’d include it anyway since it was used quite a lot)

Mashka

Masha

Mashenka

Fat Marie

Sweet Marie

Anastasia:

Nastasia

Nastaska

Nastenka [this nickname usually refers to Anastasia Hendrikova but I’ve seen Anastasia use it at the end of a letter once or twice]

Shvybzik

Shvybz

Family Members:

Duke Perter Alexandrovich of Oldenburg: Uncle Petya

Grand Duke Alexander Mikhailovich: Uncle Sandro

Grand Duchess Victoria Feodorovna: Aunt Ducky or Dus’ka

Grand Duchess Elisabeth Feodorovna: Aunt Ella

Grand Duke KR: Uncle Kostya

Grand Duchess Elisabeth Mavrikievna: Aunt Mavra

Grand Duchess Marie Pavlovna: Mafia

Grand Duke Michael Alexandrovich: Uncle Misha or Uncle Mimi

Grand Duke Nicholas Konstantinovich: Uncle Nicky

Grand Duke Nicholas Nikolaevich: Uncle Nikolasha

Prince Andrei Alexandrovich: Andrusha

Princess Eugenia Maximilianovna: Aunt Mops

Prince Ioann Konstantinovich: Ioannchik

Prince Vasily Alexandrovich: Vasya

Friends/Officers/Other People:

Alexandra Pistolkors: Alya

Alexandra Naryshkin: Aunt Sasha

Alexandra Tegleva: Shura

Alexander Vorontzov: Sashka

Anna Demidova: Nyuta

Anna Vyrubova: Anya [I don’t think I’ve come across any of the girls calling her anything other than her nickname]

Anastasia Hendrikova: Nastenka or Nastia

Catherine Schneider: Trina

Count Alexander Vorontzov-Dashkov: Sasha

Count Carl zu Toerring-Jettenbach: Toto

Dmitri Rasputin: Mitya

Dmitri Shakh-Bagov: Mitya

Elizabeth Naryshkina: Zizi

Elizaveta Ersberg: Liza

Kyrill Naryshkin: Kira

Lili Dehn: Tili

Maria Golovina: Munya or Munika

Maria Rasputin: Matryona

Margarita Khitrovo: Rita or Ritka

Nikolai Pavlovich Sablin: Kiki

Olga Petrovna Dolgorukaya: Lolo

Pierre Gilliard: Zhylik

Sophie Buxhoeveden: Isa

Varvara Rasputin: Varyau

[tanadrin]

I know there are only so many ways to phrase the insight "Tsar Nicholas II has no idea what he was doing" in a way that makes it interesting, but I do wonder what the endgame of Nicholas and the reactionaries really was in Russia in the 1900s and 1910s. Let's say he's right about everything: let's say orthodoxy, autocracy, and nationality can work as an ideology, that the Tsarist state isn't a creaking old half-rotted machine that has embarrassingly poor capacity (and stops abruptly above the local level relevant to 75% of the population), let's say all your loyal-but-reformist-ministers like Witte and Stolypin are wrong, conditions are fine, this agitation really is the pernicious influence of foreigners and Jews, and "true Russians" (whatever that means) really do love you.

You still got your ass kicked by the Japanese, you still rule a country which is embarrassingly poor given its size and population, your tiny middle class still has very little capital to invest in industry because all the surplus is getting hoovered up by your nobles and you, personally. Russia, as a military and economic engine to which your family's fortunes are irrevocably yoked (unless you abdicate and go into exile, which we all know you won't), is still well behind other European great powers, and the next big war you fight against a peer nation is going to go even worse than the one with Japan, if it happens in your backyard--which is inevitable, because you are playing great power politics like you are the German Kaiser, and not the Russian Tsar.

So what is your endgame? Stagnate forever? I guess this is demanding too much from a man who genuinely thought God was on his side, who was totally out of touch with the events of the day, and whose interest in the affairs of state far outstripped his understanding of those affairs. But there were a lot of reactionaries in Russia in those days, who seemed to share Nicholas's passion for stasis and autocracy. And no matter how many anti-semitic conspiracies you fund in occupied Poland, it's not gonna keep the Prussians at bay come 1914! And it's not like he didn't have a ton of loyal ministers who were 1000% on board with a strong monarchy and who also had clever ideas on how to improve state capacity and expand industry.

[roses-of-the-romanovs]

The Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna in 1911. Doesn’t she remind you of the Little Mermaid?

[otmaaromanovas]

A French writer recalls meeting the Romanov sisters

During WWI, French journalist and writer Amélie de Néry, who went by the pen name Marylie Markovitch, was invited to have a private audience with Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna. During this meeting, she was introduced to the four Grand Duchesses by the Tsarina.

In January 1916, her recollections were condensed and published in multiple newspapers throughout America and Europe. She wrote:

With a charming smile she took my hand and told me she was very happy to receive a representative of the women of France, who, like their sisters in Russia, had so bravely borne their burden of anxiety during this cruel war. 'Let me introduce you to my daughters,' she said as soon as I thanked her for granting me an audience. 'This is Tatiana.' Grand Duchess Tatiana also shook hands with me and said she was very much interested in meeting a woman journalist for the first time. She is a beautiful girl, with big blue eyes, full of life, illuminating her fair, young face. At this moment the door opened and a young girl, also in the garb of a sister of mercy, entered the room. 'And here is Olga, my little French daughter' said the czarina. Grand duchess Olga is no less beautiful and charming than her younger sister, but she is more calm and there is something of the serenity of the mystic about her. As the czarina referred to her stay in Paris, it seemed to me as if a dreamy expression came into the daughter's dark soulful eyes. ‘Colonel de Vitchkowsky will introduce you to my two other daughters,' said the czarina, as she parted from me to take up her duties in the operating room; and once more I felt the firm grip of her hand. The two little grand duchesses, Marie and Anastasia, were in the convalescent ward. I found that both, wearing plain white dresses and red hats, standing close to an officer who, seated on the window sill, was playing the balalaika. They both shook hands with me and the music went on.

📍SOURCES: Amélie de Néry; LA Raconteuce, ‘Find Writer Finds Czarina Hard At Work’, El Paso Herald newspaper, 6 January 1916. Her full recollections can be found in Amélie de Néry, ‘L’Imperatrice en Voile Blanc’ in Revue Des Deux Mondes, (1916), p. 566

📍PHOTOS: Photograph albums of the Grand Duchesses, public domain; Photographs of Amélie de Néry: Portrait de Mme Marlie [sic] Markovitch, Femina publication, 122, February 1906, p. 75, public domain

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

The Photo vs Behind the Scenes

Photo 1: Grand Duchesses Maria and Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia with Tsarevich Alexei Nikolaevich of Russia, pushing maternal first cousin Prince Georg Donatus of Hesse and By Rhine in a cart, Wolfsgarten 1910

Photo 2: the same people on the left along a nanny or governess, maybe Prince Heinrich of Prussia standing on the stairs, and Grand Duchesses Olga and Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia playing with Prince Ludwig of Hesse and By Rhine, Wolfsgarten 1910

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

~ Heinrich von Angeli, Alexandra Feodorovna, Tsarina of Russia (1896/1897)

via wikimedia commons

[empress-alexandra]

Grand Duchess Elizabeth Feodorovna of Russia, 1890s.

[komsomolka]

did y'all know that mikhail romanov, brother of nicholas ii, after revolution complied with bolsheviks and was promised soviet citizenship to live like regular person from then on. when interventionists attacked and overall country's material conditions worsened in 1918 he was relocated from petrograd to perm to stay low but otherwise he was free to move in town as he wished. but among mass hunger triggered by wwi and hatred his ruling family inspired in people he didn't realize he probably shouldn't flaut his riches at such times and continued to live lavishly in the open. so this arrogant dumbass ended up being murdered by a bunch of local workers, lol. play stupid games win stupid prizes.

[krasivaa]

Grand Duchesses Maria Nikolaevna, Anastasia Nikolaevna and Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia in 1913.

[romanovsonelastdance]

Princess Alice of Battenberg and her husband Prince Andrew of Greece.

[avengers--assembly]

Tony: I have a plan.

Steve: Is it a good plan?

Tony: I think so.

Natasha: Does it involve us getting arrested again?

Tony: ...No?

Clint: That's not very convincing.

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Peter: I can handle this mission alone.

Tony: That’s exactly what you said before you got trapped in the vending machine.

Peter: It was one time!

[juiles]

Hiding it: the aftermath.

Requested: yes

Summary: the aftermath of you not being medicated. the side effects hitting hard on all three of you.

Tags: fluff

Triggers: none!

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Part 1

When you woke up the next morning, it was to a searing pain in your shoulder and your knuckles. It took a few moments for you to realize where you were and a small moment of panic set in as you felt two pairs of arms wrapped around you gently. You tried to brush them off before gasping out in the shoot of severe pain radiating from your shoulder. A gasp that caused Natasha to shoot up from her sleep.

“Detka?” She asked her hands floating above your body as if not wanting to hurt you more but also wanting to help you in anyway she could. “What are you doing? You’re on bedrest from your shoulder injury.”

“I-I-I don’t know…” You muttered looking at the redhead confused. “You… you don’t like me… why am I in your bed?” Your question must have hurt Natasha because the flash of pure anguish in her eyes was noticed.

“Detka… we talked last night… you-you… what is happening?” Natasha asked, a look of pure confusion on her face. “Is this a side effect of your meds?”

Your eyes widened as flashes of last night came to you. “Oh fuck…” You muttered chewing on your lip. “You guys know…”

“We do but like we said last night darling, this doesn’t change how we feel about you. But we still have so much to make up to you for the last few days. We acted disgustingly.” You heard with the lilt of a soft sokovian accent, making you turn your head to face a sleepy looking Wanda. “Darling lay back down and I will go make your breakfast to take your meds with. Alright?”

You took a deep breath and looked down at your hands, more flashes of the previous night coming to you. “I didn’t hurt either of you did I?” The immediate response was a round of no’s. “Okay… I… I don’t know how to feel about you two right now… you really hurt me…”

“I know darling but you need to be taken care of and right now the safest place for you is with us so we know you are taking your meds and not stressing your shoulder. As soon as your healed you can go back to your room and never see us again if you want.” Natasha said with a tone of finality that made you nod and settle back down against Wanda. You were too tired to fight them at this moment anyways.

You felt her shift you gently over to be on Natasha as your eyes fluttered slowly. You felt yourself drift off again and before you knew it, Wanda was shaking you awake gently, a tray of food sitting on the bedside table. In her hands were a cup of 4 different pills and a bottle of water. You grimaced and buried yourself further into Natasha who chuckled soflty. “No detka… time to take your meds.”

“I’m to nauseous… I’ll just throw it up…” You muttered, hoping they took that at face value and allowed you to go back to sleep however it seemed to be your unlucky day.

“We did a little research last night darling. You’re nauseous because of withdrawal. You need to take your meds because itll help with it, I promise darling.” Wanda said, sitting on the bed beside you gently. You groaned and sniffled looking up at her with your classic puppy dog eyes that she usually gave into. “Nope. As much as I miss those adorable eyes of yours, you still have to take all these pills.

You groaned and shifted to be sitting more upright and sent a pouty glare at Wanda who smiled softly. Your eyes flittered down towards the small cup of pills as you sifted through them, unsure what the last one was. “Two painkillers, adhd meds and…?” You questioned looking up at the brunette sitting in front of you.

“Cho put you on some antibiotics as well for the infection in one of your cuts on your leg.” You nodded, holding your hand out for her to spill the pills into your open hand. After she did so, you tossed the pills into your open mouth then took the uncapped bottle and took a swig to swallow the pills making a face at the sour taste. You pushed the bottle back into Wandas hand with a small grunt. “Good job baby.”

You rolled your eyes and slouched back down, your body telling you, you had done enough for now. “We should try and shower later honey.” You scoffed with yet another roll of your eyes. You felt a surge of annoyance and anger roll through your body.

“You aren’t my parents. You are barely my girlfriends right now because I don’t know if you know this or not but you treated me like abslute crap the last week. You ignored me and then tried to fucking lecture me.” You said, tears of frustration threatening to roll out of your eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong. We get put into deadly situations everyday and you two snapped at me over something that could have happened to anyone on the team. I’m sorry I’m not perfect enough-“ Your body finally couldn’t hold the sobs in anymore. “You really- fucking hurt me.” You said between sobs.

The two merely pulled you into their arms again and allowed you to sob to let out the emotions. “I hate this… I hate not having control of my fucking emotions…” You mumbled. “This is the worst…”

Wanda hummed, running her fingers through your hair which helped calm you down but also caused you to really settle into the fatigue you suddenly felt again. “Not yet darling… you need to eat something first or you will throw up.” Wanda said, holding out a piece of plain buttered toast. “Eat this then you can go to sleep alright?” You whined looking up at Natasha with your puppy dog eyes again.

“Oh wanda… maybe this one time she can skip it…” The redhead cooed, brushing hair out of your eyes. Wanda scoffed and shook her head.

“No absolutely not. Toast then you can sleep.” The brunette said causing you to pout again, your eyes welling up again. You shook your head looking back at the brunette sniffling. “Im sorry baby but it will help and you know it. Eat the toast then sleep.”

You opened your mouth to show you wanted to be fed. The witch helped you eat the toast before you curled back up into the assassin below you.

It was going to be a hard few days as your body readjusted to the meds but no matter how mean or grumpy you got, Natasha and Wanda took the abuse happily as it meant you were still alive and in their arms.

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