ORPHAN / PRINCESS !

indie private & selective grand duchess anastasia nikolaevna romanova. 1997 movie/historically/musical influenced. penned by hannah. established july seventh, 2016.

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-blows dust off this blog-

hi friends! if there are any of you still here…

life has been hectic since i was last here, but i just wanted to pop in and let you know that this blog is being archived as of today, November 22nd, 2021. I’ve had so much fun on this blog, and the time away from the rpc was definitely needed, but i’m excited to come back with all my muses under one banner – this one! keep an eye out for this url on a fresh new blog in the coming days featuring muses such as elsa (frozen franchise), anastasia romanov (animated / musical / history), sophie hatter (studio ghibli’s howl’s moving castle), and a few other folks i’m excited to introduce you to. 

big love 💖 -hannah

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hi friends! you can find me over at fatesrolled in the coming days as i start to get set up over there. i’m excited to make new connections -- i’ve miss my little princess so very much! -hannah

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hey y’all !  i realize it’s been a bit of radio silence over here,  but that’s only because since the term Officially ended i’ve been doing nothing but playing the sims…….. speaking of,  i have a new blog dedicated to my monarchy save !!  would really appreciate it if you gave it a follow or smthn  : )

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hey again  --  seems like that link doesn’t work !  hopefully this one does !

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hey y’all !  i realize it’s been a bit of radio silence over here,  but that’s only because since the term Officially ended i’ve been doing nothing but playing the sims........ speaking of,  i have a new blog dedicated to my monarchy save !!  would really appreciate it if you gave it a follow or smthn  : )

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is me starting to pick away at a creative writing diploma over the summer from the university i’m going to attend for education after i finish at my current uni about a year from now....  a bit of a power move ?  all signs point to yes

[mademoiselleboullan]

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GUESS WHO GOT 100% ON A SCREENPLAY BASED OFF A ROMANOV BOOK THAT SHE CO-WROTE WITH HER PARTNER

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 𝐌𝐔𝐍    &    𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   ( hannah & anya / nastya / anastasia )

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲 :    @dreamsuntcld 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 :    @russicnrat     @writtenlegacy    @sokrovennyi   and you !!!  if you haven’t done this and want to,  consider yourself tagged !!

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* (  LITTLE WOMEN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ Don’t try to make me grow up before my time. ❜

❛ Love is a great beautifier. ❜

❛ I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is leaving you all. ❜

❛ I’m not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven. ❜

❛ If I didn’t care about doing right and didn’t feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally. ❜

❛ When we make little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated, at least. ❜

❛ Don’t mind me. I’m as happy as a cricket here. ❜

❛ You don’t need scores of suitors. You need only one, if he’s the right one. ❜

❛ Love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride. ❜

❛ I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it’s good for me. ❜

❛ When you feel discontented, think over your blessings, and be grateful. ❜

❛ Let us be elegant or die! ❜

❛ Hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally. ❜

❛ I do think that families are the most beautiful things in all the world! ❜

❛ Be worthy love, and love will come. ❜

❛ Oh, my girls, however long you may live, I never can wish you a greater happiness than this! ❜

❛ The sincere wish to be good is half the battle. ❜

❛ The humblest tasks get beautified if loving hands do them. ❜

❛ I want to do something splendid before I go into my castle—something heroic, or wonderful—that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead. ❜

❛ I think I shall write books, and get rich and famous; that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream. ❜

❛ Don’t cry so bitterly, but remember this day, and resolve with all your soul that you will never know another like it. ❜

❛ I’d rather take coffee than compliments just now. ❜

❛ Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds. ❜

❛ I don’t like to doze by the fire. ❜

❛ I like adventures, and I’m going to find some. ❜

❛ I like good strong words that mean something. ❜

❛ Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. ❜

❛ I hate such things, and though I think I’ve a right to be hurt, I don’t intend to show it. ❜

❛ Conceit spoils the finest genius. ❜

❛ Watch and pray, dear, never get tired of trying, and never think it is impossible to conquer your fault. ❜

❛ I am angry nearly every day of my life. ❜

❛ I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship. ❜

❛ For love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride. ❜

❛ I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them. ❜

❛ I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. ❜

❛ Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow. ❜

❛ I don’t pretend to be wise, but I am observing, and I see a great deal more than you’d imagine. ❜

❛ I’m interested in other people’s experiences and inconsistencies, and, though I can’t explain, I remember and use them for my own benefit. ❜

❛ I’m not like the rest of you; I never made any plans about what I’d do when I grew up. ❜

❛ I never thought of being married. ❜

❛ I wish I had no heart, it aches so. ❜

❛ Wouldn’t it be fun if all the castles in the air which we make could come true and we could live in them? ❜

❛ You’re an angel! How shall I ever thank you? ❜

❛ I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands. ❜

❛ Take some books and read; that’s an immense help; and books are always good company if you have the right sort. ❜

❛ Life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom. ❜

❛ I could have been a great many things. ❜

❛ Talent isn’t genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. ❜

❛ I want to be great, or nothing. ❜

❛ If we are all alive ten years hence, let’s meet, and see how many of us have got our wishes, or how much nearer we are then than now. ❜

❛ You have grown abominably lazy, and you like gossip, and waste time on frivolous things. ❜

❛ I hate ordinary people! ❜

❛ Now and then, in this workaday world, things do happen in the delightful storybook fashion, and what a comfort that is. ❜

❛ You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. ❜

❛ Love will make you show your heart someday, and then the rough burr will fall off. ❜

❛ We’ll all grow up, no pretending we won’t. ❜

❛ If I didn’t care about doing right and didn’t feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally. ❜

❛ I can’t help seeing that you are very lonely, and sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart. ❜

❛ Love covers a multitude of sins. ❜

❛ It takes people a long time to learn the difference between talent and genius, especially ambitious young men and women. ❜

❛ But, like all happiness, it did not last long. ❜

❛ I do think that families are the most beautiful things in all the world! ❜

❛ How happy and good we’d be, if we had no worries! ❜

❛ I think we are all hopelessly flawed. ❜

❛ Where’s the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I’m pretty or not? ❜

❛ Nothing remained but loneliness and grief. ❜

❛ I don’t think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that. ❜

❛ Nothing seemed impossible in the beginning. ❜

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me,  submitting my take-home final  ( this is code for this hell of a term is FINALLY OVER so hopefully i’ll be here a lot more than i usually am !!!! )

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dreamsuntcld‌:

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁     :       dmitry sudayev  for  @anastcsie

     ‘ it’s not  —   it’s not funny,  anya  — ’        where are his pants?   damn it  —  dmitry stumbles over a discarded pair of shoes, nearly landing on his ass.     he can feel anya gaping at him, but dignity’s an afterthought right now.    if he takes two steps out of anya’s bedroom, he’ll come face-to-face with the dowager empress.   dmitry’s survived a lot, but  t h a t  just might kill him.       ‘ i’ll go out the window, ’    he declares abruptly, before remembering that they’re several stories off the ground.      ‘ uh.  or  —  hide under the bed.  can i fit?  where are my pants? ’

         “ if you’re going to panic,  can you at least keep it down to a dull roar,  please ? ”   she must have drank a little more than usual last night, because her entire skull seems heavy as she sits up from the mass of pillows on her bed.  or maybe it’s an impending stress headache.  who can be sure,  really ?  still,  seeing dmitry run around for his pants practically naked ...  well,  it was a little funny.  he’d laugh about it.  someday.  “ i have no idea where your pants are  --  i distinctly remember telling you that they were a you problem. ”  she looks around her room,  praying for some idea to come to her--

       “ the armoire !  i’ve one or two ballgowns in there,  like the red and gold one,  you know the one,  and they should create enough space that you can hide behind them. ”  ignoring her pounding head,  she swings her legs off the bed and,  wrapping a sheet around herself in a make-shift dress,  opens the door, and gestures for him to climb inside.  “ come on,  get in.  it’s either this or an early grave. ”  does she mean the window or her grandmother ?  honestly,  it could apply to either. it was best to not ask questions right now.

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hi lovelies !  i wouldn’t expect any replies today as it’s easter and im celebrating with my partner  ( who is sharing my space with me,  so it’s all good )  but i hope you all have a wonderful easter / passover / regular old sunday !!!!

[russicnrat]

* home, love, family ( 11 / ? ) .

“ someone holds me SAFE & WARM, horses prance through a silver storm, figures dancing gracefully across my memory… “

[aropippin]

I am tough, do you think I’d be standing here if I weren’t?

[simonmars]

Do yall also have these mutuals that you just??? Grew really fond of?? Like, you never properly talk to them and all you do is like each other’s posts but whenever you see them on your dash you’re like “hello sunshine, I hope you’re drinking lots of water and being happy your health and wellbeing is so important to me” and I hope that’s not weird because honestly that’s me all the time

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19th century painting of the ballroom at the Winter Palace, Russia by Mihaly Zichy

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more medieval/royalty forbbiden love plots for y’all

i. muse a and muse b were close friends throughout childhood, eventually falling in love. however, life draws them apart and they never see each other again… until the day in which muse a, of higher ranking, meets their betrothed arranged by their parents. by their side, their closest friend, is muse b.

ii. muse a is a well-instructed commoner, a humble person with a brilliant mind and dreams of being an inventor. they’re given the one-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet with their country’s monarch and present a project to them so it may be financed. in the palace, they cross pathes with muse b, the monarch’s child who can seldom leave the palace. muse b takes personal interest in muse a and they keep finding excuses to meet, even with the knowledge that this love could never be.

iii. muse a is not merely the newest, unwitting courtier. they’ve been put in muse b’s palace with very specific finalties: grow close to them, gather information and destroy them. kill them with their own hands, if they must. unfortunately for them, they fall in love with muse b in the process. twist: they fall in love with one of muse b’s relatives, as in their sibling or spouse.

iv. muse a and muse b come from very different kingdoms. different languages, different religions, different cultures. still, they meet in a diplomatic meeting in which muse a is host in muse b’s palace so they may talk. something spark between them and, between letters and meetings that stray beyond politics, they find the desire to be with each other.

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perhaps that was something that had drawn him towards her without him realizing it. that if anyone could understand his struggles, it’d be anya. being the YOUNGEST isn’t always as kind as it seems to be. though, for her being the youngest of four sisters seemed considerably better than the youngest of thirteen brothers. “yes – i do understand. but i’m glad to hear that you don’t.” and it’s a WEIGHT off his chest. he could feel himself exhale, breath held in his lungs he hadn’t realized he was holding on to. a part of him wondered if she would regret it – if she did. and to know she didn’t it was relieving BEYOND WORDS. 

her arms move to wrap around him. with her petite frame, her head is against his chest. he wrapped his arms around her as well. arms ENVELOPING her shoulders and back as he holds her close to him. taking in her warmth and the intimacy of just the two of them here together. he’s surprised, he wonders if she can feel the brief moment his body STIFFENS at her confession. surprised to hear her tell him that she loved him. it was the first time she’s said it, and he’s quiet a moment, pulling away from her so he can LOOK down at her as he speaks. 

“i love you too.” his words are firm, a hand reached down for her chin and leaning down to kiss her. “for whatever reason, i’m glad you said it.” and perhaps it was best that she’d admitted it first. he wasn’t sure if he could be so BOLD to do so. even though he was sure of how he felt for anya. love wasn’t something you experienced in the westergaard household. they were family, bound by blood and name and nothing more. he had NEVER known what loving another person could be or feel like until he’d met anya.

a smirk curled at his lips as they’re parted slightly. giving a light shrug of his shoulders in response before he speaks. “mmm, that is true, you are quite handful.” he chuckled, but his voice is light, teasing. because while it was true that anya was definitely a handful, it was something he’d come to find ENDEARING. and he didn’t mind it at all. “if i wasn’t sure i wouldn’t have brought up marriage to begin with, don’t you think?” he chuckled once more, shaking his head. his hands move to cup her cheeks. leaning down once more, pressing a feather-light kiss to the tip of her nose. “you’re PERFECT, just the way you are. i would not change a thing of you as my wife.”

          if a simple gesture from hans was enough to ground her,  then when he tells her that he returns her affections it sends nastya’s heart spinning.  well,  that and the kiss that they share.  it’s soft,  tender,  not at all like their first kiss in the heat of a russian summer afternoon as they aimlessly bickered  ( something nastya had a talent for ) about another one of her pranks that,  at the time,  had targeted him because he’d been an outsider to the family up to that point.  she’d been wrong to judge him,  something she didn’t admit easily.  

        nastya sighs as he affirms he’s sure in choosing her.  he has a point,  but she’ll never say a word about that.  she didn’t want him getting too big for his britches,  after all.  but then he cups her cheeks,  kisses her nose,  and her heart is sent fluttering again.  it’s almost embarrassing how he reduces her to this,  but if it was only him that would see this side of her,  then she could bear it.  she would. 

       as she lifts her hands to cover his,  she smiles up at him,  a smile coming back to her lips.  “ fine,  then.  you can tell your oh-so considerate father that it is something i would consider,  so long as you write to my father and get his blessing,  which shouldn’t be hard. ”  not only had nicholas seen how happy hans made his favorite daughter,  but he had also entrusted him and his family with her while tensions in russia ran high.  it shouldn’t be anything more than a formality,  but it was important to her nonetheless. 

     “ and i hope you realize,  hans westergaard,  that i do NOT consider this a marriage proposal.  if you’re going to propose to me,  i expect it to be done right  --  romantic setting,  a ring,  broad proclamations of love that would make shakespeare turn in his grave,  that sort of thing.  if i’m to brag to my sisters that i’m the first engaged of all of them,  then it should be a good story at the very least. ”