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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 5 months

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Can you please make more yandere overlord content like head cannons about yandere nazaric with sister reader but this time it be with more of the monsters in nazaric . From anon

I just recently wrote about Madam Butterfly Reader with some monsters So I'm writing about the Flower of Nazarick 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Flower of Nazarick Reader w/ Monsters | Yandere Overlord

Solution Episolon

The great thing about being apart of the Pleaiades is the more common responsibility of watching after you

Especially with Solution

While she can easily devour her enemies through her body she can absorb objects to keep safe

“(Y/n)-sama, please use me!”

She gets even more excited when Ainz instills her as your caregiver keeper

Whether you’ve been unruly as reported by the guardians who may or may not struggle with getting you to do what they want+ or just out of your league when it came to fighting

“Ack! Solution what are you–”

“Ainz-sama has asked that I hold onto you for the time being.”

“Wait but-”

“Do not fear my master it is my pleasure to keep you inside me”

Right about creams her pants

How many in Nazarick can say that they’ve fit around a supreme being

Is not afraid to get violent when her role is given to another

Entoma Vassilisa

“Ah Entoma your antennae look stellar today!”

“You think so? I took (Y/n)-sama’s advice!”

“Oh well I’m glad!”

Loves you to death if you aren’t afraid of her

She desperately wants to eat more humans so that she can look pleasing to you and Ainz

But if you accept her or even gift her a human counterpart she’s over the moon

No doubt creating little insects to watch over you unathorized

If you happen to be scared of insects she’s willing to plead to Ainz

Maybe get a mission so she can eat take more body parts

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere ovelord #yandere overlord anime #yandere overlord x reader #yandere overlord #yandere solution episolon #yandere overlord solution #yandere entoma vassilisa #yandere overlord entoma #yandere pleiades

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britishguy-on-the-tv · 7 months

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Forever:

She can (and will, since she doesn't control it) turn into a firebird.

Folklore:

She's awesome! Out-ran and out-shot some soldiers, out-thought the prince/tsar, and saved her dumbass brother's hide.

#russian blorbo rumble #tournament poll #forever after #russian folklore

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erajoie07 · 1 year

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Interaction and Play dates with Aemond: Aemond Targaryen x OC fanfiction

Aemond and Margueritte spends the night recalling the story that she used to tell him before they got married.

Fluff child fanfiction

Writer's note: Because of the child fanfictions of Aemond I have been reading here, I decided to give it a try using what I learned from TedTalk that I used for Margueritte's (my OC) character. I was screaming when I wrote this fanfiction, I can't help with characters having children and getting fluffy and all. I also had some inpiration from Beautiful Vassilisa's story, so if you some elements of it, you can tell me what you think about it, I tweaked some of it because it was just an inspiration. Hope you enjoy this ��️ thank you!

The Witch and the Doll: Aemond Targaryen Fanfiction

For Margueritte, she considers playdates and interactions with her and Aemond's children seriously without fail. For she believes that these things help their children's minds grow and develop well, creating more neural connections in the brain; these things strengthen the bond between the children and parents, locking them inside their memory, hopefully giving them a better than good childhood and putting importance on family.

Writing, drawing, storytelling, drying flowers, and a game of chase are some of the things that Margueritte uses to bond with their children. She tries to put her hobbies of writing and drawing as part of their lives. On the other hand, Aemond would lecture them on old Valyria and teach them high Valyrian, as well as setting them up with Ser Criston for some basic sword fighting, with him on the sidelines, coaching where they should place their points. Margueritte sometimes dislikes it because she thinks they're too young, seven and eight, to experience being shouted by their father. But she knows that at the end of every session, Aemond would pamper them with tender love and care.

The moon is high up in the sky and several torches are lit outside. The maids leave the room upon Margueritte's request. She sits on the couch, leaning on the armrest with their youngest, Aline, on her lap. They engage in tedious conversation of questions and answers, and more questions while Margueritte brushes the silky, long hair. Whereas, Aemond is busy playing chess with their two boys. They are busy amongst themselves. It is no doubt that there is no partial love given, but it is Aline who sticks badly well to Margueritte. Aemond often finds her on Margueritte's hip as they stroll the garden, conversing about flowers and pollination and its importance in nature. Margueritte reasons that she is just a kid…playful.

“The witch replies to her that the first knight was her morning, the second was her day, and the third one was her night. When the little girl wanted to ask the pairs of hands who helped carry the poppies, the witch disregarded her before she could even ask.”

“I don't like the witch, mother, she is scary and ugly.” Aline comments, Margueritte jests a little, “What happened next, mother?”

“Well,” Margueritte tries to remember the sequence, it has been so long since she last read it, the last time was when she was still Helaena's maid. “I think the witch asked where she lives—wait, no that's not it—”

Aemond, while he is playing with their son, Magnus, Oswald has already left seconds after. Aemond listens to her story and notices the frustration to recall it. He scoffs behind his smile. “The witch asked the little girl how she managed to perform the numerous tasks she gave her.” Aemond answers then Margueritte remembers it now. So she continues with her story.

“The girl then replied that it was because of the doll that her mother gave her, her blessing.”

“Upon hearing that she is blessed,” Aemond continues, “She shooed the girl away, saying that she disliked blessed girls.”

He stands up, taking the two boys into his hold like sacks, asking him to be brought down. He settles them between, while Aemond sits at the other end of the couch. Magnus and Oswald, the name of the two boys, whine terribly, a horror to Margueritte's ears.

“We've heard this story a lot of times now, mother, it is only Aline who does not seem to get it through her head.”

Margueritte begins to think if this is actually their son, Aemond shushes him, opting that he finish the story.

“So this witch then gave the little girl a skull with light that shined so brightly, it cleared a whole path in the dark forest. The little girl went home. When she took it to her brothers and father, they were so enthralled by its magnetic, glowing eyes that by the rising of the sun the next morning, they were turned to ashes.”

Suddenly the boldness of the two boys disappears by the way their father's word cuts through every word, they hear a loud clap behind and they meet their mother who blows white powder towards them.

Somehow the darkest of the night pushed through with a game of chase as Aemond and Margueritte chased their children around the room before they carried them to bed.

When Aemond and Margueritte goes back to bed, she turns to her husband, “I'm surprised that story stuck well to you. It had been so long since I last read that to you.”

“Everything about you sticks so well to me.”

Aemond walks to his wife and wraps his arms around her waist before pulling her into a hug.

“I love you, my fire rose.”

#aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #aemond imagine #aemond fic #aemond one eye #house of the dragon aemond #aemond kinslayer #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x wife reader #aemond x child #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond fluff #aemond fanfiction #be like a child

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ariel-seagull-wings · 8 months

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STAVER AND VASSILISA

@professorlehnsherr-almashy @themousefromfantasyland @softlytowardthesun @tamisdava2 @natache @princesssarisa @shelleythesapphic @the-gentile-folklorist @thealmightyemprex @greektragedydaddy @lord-antihero @lioness--hart

(A russian folktale)

Grand Duke Vladimir sat banqueting in the hall of his castle, surrounded by princes and warlords and all the heroes of his realm. The feasting continued for many hours, with plenty to eat and drink, and music to lighten the saddest heart.

After the heroes had eaten and drunk their fill, they began to boast, and no one boasted louder than the grand duke himself. Nowhere, he insisted, was there more gold, nowhere more silver, nowhere greater heaps of pearls than here in his fine palace. And where could one find a woman more beautiful than his own wife, the lovely Apraksiya? This was too much for young Prince Staver.

“Listen to him boasting,” he murmured to his neighbor. “He thinks this stone box of his should be called a castle. My own castle is so large, it’s better to ride through it on horseback than to walk. The floors are paved with silver, and the walls are built from bricks of gold. I have so many chests of pearls and diamonds and rubies, they could fill a room as big as this hall. But my greatest treasure of all is my wife, Vassilissa. Her hair is like that of a fox, her eyes as sharp as a falcon's eyes. Not only is she a superb housekeeper, she’s also stronger than any man in this hall.” While Staver was speaking, the hall grew quiet, and he looked up to see the grand dulce’s eyes upon him. His face was red with anger, and he bellowed like a wild boar, “So, Staver Godinovitch, you thinly you can insult me and humiliate me here in my own hall? Enough of your empty talk, you blithering idiot. Throw him in the dungeon! Then ride to his castle, seal it up with all his treasure chests within, and bring me the beautiful Vassilissa. Bring her to me, Grand Duke Vladimir!” Staver was seized and thrown into the dungeon. Then ten of Vladimir's warlords rode off to seal up his castle and bring back Vassilissa, but Staver’s friend Mikhail rode ahead of the others to warn Vassilissa of the grand duke’s order.

Vassilissa tucked her long red hair under her helmet and dressed herself as a man. She tools a stout sword from Staver’s armory and sharpened her quiverful of arrows. Then she mounted her black stallion and, with twelve other men, set out for the grand duke’s castle. Halfway there, she met the warlords who had been ordered to take her prisoner. They didn’t recognize her and asked her where she was going.

“I’ve come in the name of the Khan of the Golden hordes,” Vassilissa answered. “My men and I are here to remind brand Duke Vladimir that he owes the khan tribute for the last twelve years. We have orders to tame many chests of gold back to the khan. And where are you riding?”

“We’re going to Staver’s castle, to seal it up and carry his wife, Vassilissa, to the grand duke,” said one of the warlords.

“We have just passed Staver’s castle. Vassilissa is not there. She has hidden away,” she told them.

So the band of warlords galloped back to the grand dulce’s castle and reported that Vassilissa was missing and that the ambassador from the wan of the Golden Hordes was on his way to exact tribute. When Vassilissa arrived at the castle, everyone assumed she was the ambassador and treated her with great courtesy. But Vladimir’s wife, Apraksiya, was watching the new arrival carefully.

“That’s not the ambassador from the Khan,” she whispered to her husband.

“Can’t you tell that it’s a woman? I think that's Staver’s wife, Vassilissa. Loom at how he walks!”

The duke observed the young ambassador carefully. Perhaps his wife was right. He decided to hold a wrestling contest to test the ambassador’s strength. II this was a woman, she would surely lose.

“In this country, it is our custom that all visitors be given the opportunity to test their strength against my warlords,” Vladimir told the ambassador.

“If it pleases your excellency, we shall now hold a wrestling contest.”

Seven of his warlords immediately rose from the banqueting tables to challenge the disguised Vassilissa. The first man stepped forth. Vassilissa threw him so hard that he had to be carried from the hall. The second had seven of his ribs broken by a single blow of her fist. The third had three of his vertebrae dislocated and had to crawl from the hall on his hands and knees. The rest of the challengers fled, not wishing to be humiliated before all their comrades. Vladimir trembled with frustration and spat on the floor.

“Your hair may be long,” he muttered to his wife, “but you haven’t a brain in your head. Why did you tell me he was a woman? My court has never seen a hero with such strength!”

Apraksiya raised her eyebrows.

“Look at that skin,” she urged her husband.

“Is that the skin of a man? And why does she always wear a helmet? Could she be hiding her long hair beneath it?”

Vladimir glared at his wife angrily. He blamed her for making him look like a fool. But he couldn’t help wondering if she might be right, and he decided to put the khan’s envoy to another test.

“I see you are very strong,” he congratulated Vassilissa, slapping her heartily on the back.

“Now perhaps you would like to prove your skill at archery.”

With these words, he led his court to an open meadow behind the castle. All of Vladimir’s men shot their arrows into an old oak that stood at the far end of the field. Each time it was hit, the oak tree swayed as if it were caught in a gust of wind. But when Vassilisa shot her arrow, the bowstring sang and the mighty oak shattered into a thousand pieces.

The men were dumbfounded. Vladimir spat for the second time.

“Look at that oak tree,” he hissed at Apraksiya.

“We’ve never seen such an archer before, and you believe he’s a woman. I shall challenge him myself and see if he’s also supreme at chess.”

Vladimir and Vassilissa now sat at the grand duke's chess table and played chess with chessmen carved from the finest marble. Vassilissa won the first game, and also the second, and the third. She laughed, for the duke had played for high stakes.

Then she pushed the chessboard aside.

“Enough of this foolishness,” she declared.

“I didn’t come here to waste my time playing games. What about the tribute you owe the great khan? You haven’t paid for twelve whole years. I demand two chests of gold every year. Produce them here and now! The Khan of the Golden Hordes refuses to wait any longer.”

Then Vladimir began to whine.

“Times are hard, you know. The harvest was poor this year and last. Merchants are doing little business, trade is slow, and we haven’t collected much in taxes. How can I pay? Couldn’t the great khan wait another year?”

Vassilissa tapped her fingers impatiently on the chess table.

“He’s already waited twelve years. I can’t go back empty-handed. If you don’t have gold, you must send something else.”

“Perhaps he’d like my wife, Apraksiya,” the grand duke suggested jokingly.

“What use would she be to the Khan of the Golden Hordes? He has many beautiful women. Is there someone who plays the lute?”

Suddenly Vladimir remembered that Staver was an excellent lute player.

“Indeed there is,” he replied promptly, “the finest lute player in the land. His name is Staver, one of my favorite princes. You are welcome to take him as a present to the great khan.”

So Vladimir had Staver brought out of the dungeon, and Staver rode back to his castle with Vassilissa, where they lived happily ever after. As for the grand duke, he was pleased as could be that he’d managed to avoid paying tribute to the Ithan of the Golden Hordes for yet another year.

#fairy tales #folk tales #folktales #folklore #fantasy #literature #inspiration station

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rxsehathaway · 2 years

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A vida de Rose Hathaway havia dado uma volta por completo. Ela havia se mudado da Turquia para Nova Iorque porque um dos capangas de seu pai havia visto Jung Seung Hyun e ela havia decidido que era hora dele conhecer Alexandra.

Eles conversaram, brigaram, ela chorou trancada em seu quarto horas depois dele ter conhecido Alexia pela primeira vez -ele era um excelente advogado e, por mais que Hyun havia dito que não iria tirar Alexandra de Rose, a dhampir tinha aquele medo absurdo de perder a filha.

Ele disse que morava em São Francisco e ela conversou com Verônica, a moroi concordando em se mudar, novamente, para que Rose pudesse ter sua chance de um final feliz. A Hathaway então brincou com a loira, dizendo que ela estava lendo romances demais... Rose foi dormir com a bunda quente, literalmente. Vêe fez uma bola de fogo e jogou em seu traseiro.

Enfim, após Abe finalmente arranjar uma mansão de seu gosto, eles se mudaram. Rose, Alexia e Verônica tendo sua própria Ala, os guardiões e funcionários de Abe ficando em outra e o dono da casa tendo uma apenas para si, mas Rose suspeitava que ele tinha esperança de que Janine fosse abandonar a carreira de guardiã para ficar com ele... tolo, rose pensava. Ele conseguia coisa melhor.

O fato é, na madrugada passada eles decidiram ir para Santa Mônica, passar o dia no parque e conhecer a cidade. Alexandra ficou encantada com os brinquedos e com os ursos que ganho quando Rose se mostrou ser a melhor do grupo em tiro ao alvo. O dia havia sido incrível ao lado de sua família e apenas duas pessoas poderiam estragar... e foi isso que aconteceu.

Ao chegar em casa, uma das humanas que Abe compelia para trabalhar para eles sem estranhar os hábitos vampíricos deles, entregou uma carta para Verônica. A menina que já era extremamente pálidas perdeu toda sua cor, enquanto os olhos claros de enchiam de lágrimas. ❛ R-rose... eles nos acharam ❜ ela sussurrava repetidamente e Rose arrancou a carta de suas mãos, notando o emblema da Corte real dos Moroi estampada no papel.

Cara Srta. Zecklos, Chegou ao conhecimento da corte real e da rainha Vasilisa Dragomir que a Srta. possui o controle sobre todos os elementos e, por tanto, V. M. gostaria de uma reunião o mais rápido o possível. Obrigada pela compreensão, A Corte Real dos Moroi.

Era uma carta curta, o restante dizia como estavam curiosos para entender a funcionalidade e como uma moroi havia conseguido dominar todos os elementos, incluindo o Espírito, o mais raro de todos e o orgulho de Vassilisa. Para todos na casa estava claro: aquilo não se tratava de Verônica e seus poderes e sim de Rose e a vontade de Lissa de tê-la ao seu lado.

❛ Você não pode ir. ❜ Verônica disse, a voz trêmula e cheia de medo, mas rose apenas negou com a cabeça. Ela sabia que não tinha escolha e no fundo sua protegida também sabia daquilo. Se Rose não fosse agora, a próxima carta seria outra desculpa, até que eles conseguissem inventar um motivo para acusá-la de traição e forçá-la a ir.

❛ Eu preciso ligar para Hyun, de jeito nenhum minha filha irá pisar naquele lugar. ❜ a cabeça de Rose doía, mas não era a presença de fantasmas ou de Strigois. ❛ Se eles descobrirem que minha filha é especial... Porra, eu não sei o que eles fariam com ela. ❜ Rose se virou para socar a parede e antes que pudesse dar o segundo golpe, Verônica a segurou, balançando a cabeça

Na mesma hora ela foi para seu quarto fazer ligação. Ela sabia que Hyun aceitaria de bom grado cuidar da filhas deles por um tempo, mas suspeitaria de que algo estava errado já que a paranoia de Rose não a deixava permitir sua filha mais longe do que 3km dela. ❛ eu preciso de um favor... ❜ ela disse no telefone, a voz pesada e fria. A conversa foi curta e Rose disse que mandaria um guardião levar Alexandra até o lugar combinado, se ela visse Hyun naquele momento, toda sua pose de guardiã se quebraria e ela não podia deixar que aquilo acontecesse.

Rose foi incapaz de dormir na viagem de avião, parte por conta da dor de cabeça e dos fantasma, mas parte por conta de que ela estava ultra preocupada. A viagem, na opinião de Rose, foi torturosamente lenta e quando pousaram, a própria Vasilisa Dragomir estava a espera delas. Bom, de Rose.

Apesar de querer estar presente para a filha, Rose não permitiu que Abe fosse até a corte e provavelmente foi melhor daquele jeito, já que se ele visse Dimitri era capaz do moroi socar o dhampir e, por mais que Rose fosse adorar o show, não era o momento para aquele problema.

❛ Vossa Majestade. ❜ Sim, a chame de criança, mas Rose se curvou apenas porque sabia que uma reverencia vindo dela irritaria sua ex-melhor amiga.

❛ Rose, você sabe que pode me chamar de Lissa. ❜ A própria comentou, virando-se para Verônica com um sorriso completamente forçando. ❛ Princesa Zecklos, obrigada por vir. ❜

❛ Não que a gente tivesse uma escolha, Vossa Majestade. ❜ O sarcasmo era evidente na voz da protegida de Rose e se não fosse a situação a dhampir teria vibrado com a audácia de Verônica.

❛ Bom, acho que seria melhor se fossemos para a sala do trono para conversar… Será um prazer, uh, entender melhor os seus poderes. ❜ Rose pode perceber o quanto Lissa estava se forçando para ser educada com Verônica e aquilo estava fazendo valer a pena ter vindo. Rose pegou a mão de Vee e apertou gentilmente, as duas precisando daquele gesto. ❛ Rose, o guardião Belikov irá mostrar o dormitório dos guardiões para você. ❜

❛ Rose irá ficar comigo, na verdade. ❜ Verônica se intrometeu. ❛ Sempre dividimos o quarto, não será agora que você irá nos impedir, não é mesmo Majestade? ❜

❛ Claro que não. ❜ A face de Vasilisa estava completamente vermelha mas ela não daria o braço a torcer. Natasha Ozera parecia querer questionar a situação, mas com a resposta de Lissa, ela ficou calada. Do jeito que eu gosto, pensou Rose, segurando a careta ao ver a moroi mais velha.

❛ Vêe, vou ver quem é responsável pelos guardiões aqui na corte para me colocarem nas rondas… Te encontro no quarto, está bem? ❜ Verônica sabia que Rose queria ligar para Hyun e ver como Alexia estava, mas as duas haviam combinado de não tocar no nome da menina enquanto elas estivessem na corte.

❛ Eu te levo até o escritório do guardião Croft, Roza. ❜ Dimitri rapidamente se ofereceu e tanto Rose quanto Verônica reviraram os olhos para ele. ❛ Eu sei achar meu caminho, Guardião Belikov. ❜ a dhampir revirou os olhos e fez uma pequena reverencia para Lissa e deu um pequeno abraço em Verônica, indo em direção à ala dos dhampirs.

Com seu celular em mãos, Rose digitou o número de Hyun. Em um mês que eles haviam se reconectado, a turca não levou uma semana para decorar o novo telefone dele, o que fez Verônica fazer vários barulhos estranhos enquanto planejava o casamento deles.

❛ Meleğim, ❜ Rose não segurou o sorriso ao ouvir o sotaque sexy de Hyun do outro lado da ligação. ❛ Está no escritório? ❜ ela perguntou e recebeu uma afirmação. ❛ Certo... queria ver como as coisas estão por aí. Sim, também estou com saudades... ❜ para quem estivesse ouvindo a ligação, parecia que Rose dizia a Hyun isso, mas o semideus havia comentado que Alexia que estava com aquele sentimento.

Não que Rose não sentisse falta de Hyun, mas ela não seria a primeira a dizer aquilo. ❛ Aqui, mais tarde eu ligo, sim? Beijos. ❜ a brusca interrupção da conversa se deu pelo fato de Rose ter sentido uma presença atrás de si, a fazendo respirar fundo. ❛ Eu sei bem que Olena não te deu essa educação, Guardião Belikov. ❜ a mais nova comentou, se virando para seu antigo mentor. ❛ O que devo fazer para me deixar em paz? ❜

Dimitri balançou a cabeça e suspirou pesadamente. ❛ Quem é Hyun? ❜ a pergunta pegou Rose completamente desprevenida, mas assim que se recompôs a guardiã começou rir. Hyun era simplesmente o primeiro e último cara que ela amou após Dimitri e, alguém que ela tinha certeza que amava mais que o guardião. Sim, ela ainda o amava e sabia que no fundo ele ainda sentia algo por ela, só estava com receio dada a última vez que eles estiveram juntos romanticamente.

❛ Eu deixei de ser seu problema quando me formei na academia. ❜ a dhampir disse, passando por ele e trompando seus ombros propositalmente, mas parando alguns passos a frente e se voltando para o russo. ❛ Não, correção. Eu parei de ser teu problema quando você disse que não me amava, que seu amor por mim acabou. ❜ ela deu um sorriso cinico para ele, se aproximando um pouco. ❛ Lembra? Aquele dia na igreja, aqui na corte mesmo. Você não teve a decencia de me falar em privado... não, precisava que a humilhação fosse grande o suficiente para a pirralha entender, não é mesmo? ❜ ela deu mais um passo, um dedo cutucando o tronco dele cada vez que ela falava. ❛ Por que eu não passei disso para você. ❜

A Hathaway queimava por dentro de tanta raiva, mas preferiu se controlar. Dimitri era importante dentro da corte e, mesmo que ele não fizesse nada, os outros Guardiões podiam não gostar caso Rose partisse para cima dele sem um bom motivo. ❛ Hyun é meu namorado. ❜ mentiu, mas sabia que se um dia alguém questionasse o semideus, ele mentiria por ela. ❛ É um advogado e, acredite ou não, luta tão bem quanto eu. Até melhor, se duvidar. ❜

Dimitri riu com a informação, balançando a cabeça negativamente. ❛ Ninguém luta melhor que você, Roza. Eu mesmo te treinei. ❜ Um sorriso sinistro surgiu nos lábios carnudos da turca e ela se afastou dele, as mãos atrás das costas. ❛ Então deve saber que para alguém me derrotar, essa pessoa deve ser muito foda. Só digo uma vez, Guardião Belikov: Me deixe em paz, ou não responderei pelos meus atos... E meu nome é Rosemarie ou Guardiã Hathaway para você. ❜

#⁽ ⠀ ღ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒑𝒐𝒗𝒔 ⠀ / ⠀ i don't believe in angels i believe in what i can do for myself.

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cloudgirlsinfo · 6 months

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VASSILISA

#VASSILISA

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sarazanmai · 2 months

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The person who subbed Vassilisa the Beautiful decided to call the bears bruins. I am aware that word already exists, but being from Massachusetts it just makes me think of hockey.

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dzthenerd490 · 6 months

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Name: Vassilisa

Sex: Genderless

Rank: 7

Species: Bio droid.

Job Titles: Assassin/ Warrior

Weapons: Herolium Shifter Body/ Cyber Fragment Shifter Armor/ Shadilite Nanobot Shifter Case/ Gekanite Gernades/ Electric Shock Poison Injection Bullets.

Unique Skills: Manifest Ghost Blades.

Common Skills: Greater Strength and Speed.

#DZtheNerd #Maliphre #Malipherian Empire #The Immortal Army #OC #not yugioh #my stupid art #Stick people #Stick figure

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pistachio-icecream · 4 years

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As someone who has spent the last 2 weeks reading only the vampire academy books and has become a new fan I just need to make sure everyone understands how BAD Spirit- Bound is and how almost as bad Last Sacrifice was.

Adrian is my new boyfriend btw.

And Eddie. I really like Eddie.

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valiantarcher · 4 years

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So, there is a fairy/folk tale in a book (info at bottom) that my sisters and I grew up with, but we haven’t been able to find it anywhere else*. @fictionadventurer was interested in hearing about it, so here goes my paraphrase of Staver and His Wife Vassilissa (I mistakenly remembered this being called Vassilissa the Bold - an easy mistake, I think you will agree).

The Grand Duke of Kiev is having a wonderful feast for his men and for the many heroes in the land; about halfway through, he realises he’s forgotten one. “Oh, well, better late than never,” he thinks and sends for a young hero named Staver to come and join them. Staver answers this delinquent invitation and arrives without any sign of ill will at being forgotten. As the feast continues, the men get to boasting and talking about their wealth and the wonderful things they have. Staver remarks offhand to his neighbor that these men are braggarts and, besides, he beats anyone else because he has more riches, a larger castle, and a treasure above all other treasures - his wife, Vassilissa. He says Vassilissa is beautiful, a wonderful household manager, and also excellent in fighting, archery, etc. The Duke hears of the remark and decides he doesn’t like this talk; he throws Staver into his dungeon at the end of the feast (first forgotten, now imprisoned - presumably not a banner day for Staver). He then sends his men to pillage Staver’s castle and land, and bring Vassilissa back to the court.

One of the feasting heroes does the decent thing and rides ahead to Vassilissa before the Duke’s men do; he warns Vassilissa of the Duke’s decision and tells her to flee. However, she is not to be cowed - and, besides, her husband is in prison. So, she dresses up like a man, arms herself (the story specifically notes that her quiver is full of arrows that she sharpened herself), saddles up, and rides TOWARD the Duke with a dozen of her men. When she meets them, she introduces herself as Vassili, an emissary of the Khan on his way to remind the Duke that he owes the Khan twelve years’ worth of tribute. She then asks them who they are and, when they tell her what they’re doing, tells them they’re too late - Vassilissa was warned and has fled, leaving the castle empty. At this point, the men aren’t keen to go chase Vassilissa down, so they ride back to the Duke with the news that the Khan’s emissary is coming to collect all the backtaxes. The Duke and Duchess are none too pleased about either piece of news, but what can you do?

Vassilissa arrives and introduces herself as the Khan’s emissary, Vassili. The Duke acts like a gracious host, but as soon as she’s out of the way, the Duchess grabs him and says this is no emissary - this is Vassilissa, Staver’s wife; she is too graceful and sits like a woman does, not like a man. The Duke is delighted at the two-fold notion of capturing Vassilissa and not having to pay his taxes. He therefore arranges a wrestling match - Vassili versus seven of his best wrestlers, one after the other. Vassilissa agrees and easily defeats three of her opponents in short order - the rest run away before they can be beaten up by her. The Duke is furious and tells his wife not to be silly, there’s no way this is a woman. The Duke’s wife, however, continues to insist the emissary is Vassilissa in disguise - she matches all the qualities of beauty that Staver said she had! The Duke gives in and says he’ll try another test.

The Duke then arranges an archery contest for the next day. Vassilissa - no doubt having a field day - not only hits the target (a giant oak), but shatters it into pieces with the force of her arrow. The Duke is furious and tells his wife there’s ABSOLUTELY no way Vassili is a woman. The Duke then decides to challenge Vassili to a chess match to test his cunning; Vassilissa beats him at three games easily.

Vasillissa then sits back and announces that this is enough socializing - she didn’t come for games and competitions, but for the Khan’s tribute. He wants them pronto and so does she - all two hundred forty thousand gold rings of them. The Duke complains, “It’s been a bad year. Have you seen the economy around here? I don’t make anything in taxes anymore.” (Obviously he had to charge admission to that feast the other day then.) He even jokes that Vassili should take himself and the Duchess back as tribute. “Why? What are you good for?” Vassillissa demands. “If you’re all out of gold rings, at least offer something USEFUL.”

“Well, what would you suggest?” the Duke says. “Surely there’s SOMETHING that will appease the Khan.”

“Well, as a matter of fact, there might be something,” Vassili says. “The Khan has been wanting an excellent gusla player for quite some time - do you happen to have one of those?” The Duke is delighted, because he does - in fact, he’s in his dungeon at this very minute. The Duke brings out Staver and commands that he play for the Khan’s emissary; if he likes him, he can go be the Khan’s slave, and isn’t that better than being in prison? Staver keeps a poker face and plays the gusla beautifully. Vassili admits grudgingly that he is a good gusla player and he seems to be better company than the Duke and Duchess and might even be more valuable than those two hundred forty thousand gold rings, so she’ll take him. The Duke gratefully releases him and rejoices that he has saved all his gold rings - “What luck I just happened to have Staver in my dungeon! This calls for a celebration! I know! We’ll have another feast!” And so Vassilissa returns home with her husband and her men and they presumably lived happily ever after (no word on if the Duke ever figured it out or if the Khan’s REAL tax collector ever showed up).

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The book this story was in is an anthology that has long since lost its cover and front pages, but a little online sleuthing indicates it is The Children’s Treasury: Best Loved Stories and Poems from Around the World, edited by Paula S. Goepfort (published by Discovery Books in Toronto, 1987). The original story is Russian and came from Hans Baumann’s Hero Legends of the World; the editor notes that it should’ve been called Vassilissa and Her Husband Staver.

Also, the illustrator either apparently didn’t read the story or didn’t pay much attention to the details - Vassilissa doesn’t have the “sable eyebrows” Staver proclaimed about, and Staver appears to be playing a zither instead of a gusla - granted, this was pre-internet, and I wasn’t sure what a gusla was until I looked it up.

*Until today when my sister found a copy of the story under the title Vassilisa the Wise (retold by Josepha Sherman, published 1988 and republished 1991) for 10 cents; a number of the details are different but the substance is the same. It is not to be confused with the more common story of Vasilisa the Wise which is also known as The Frog Tsarevena. Sherman says a gusla is like a zither, but the illustrator shows what appears to be a lute, maybe - so, there’s still some confusion on the matter.

#Staver and His Wife Vassilissa #Vassilisa the Wise #fairy tales #Vasilisa #I think this might technically be a folk tale but it reads like a fairy tale #fictionadventurer #If you're intrigued and want another prompt to add to the pile I can give you the AU/setting for it XD

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