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Mimsy Mim // 19 // Daughter of Mad Madame Mim // spelledhq

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Mimsy remained unfazed, merely uttering a light chuckle and a silent nod of appreciation for the other’s stamina. After all, most lasted half the time he had. But that didn’t mean she’d let him leave just yet. With a few bounds of her short legs, she caught up with him, jogging to keep pace, “Talking in circles? I’d love to meet someone whose words are annular, but unfortunately mine are just linear. In other words, you’re wrong, and I’m right. Where are we going?” 

Damien’s fists clenched at his side. Was he going to have to curse this girl to get her to go away. He stopped on the spot and turned to her, his eyes livid. “We aren’t going anywhere. I am going wherever I please, and you should go in the other direction unless you’re looking to be on the wrong side of my temper. I’ve had enough of…whatever it is you’re trying to do.”

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Although it was certainly unwise, Mimsy stood her ground, too stubborn to simply obey. She mimicked his clenched fists, “Well, I’m sure glad I’m on the right side of it now! As for what I’m trying to do, well, I’m just trying to be friendly. You know, bond? You’re the one making it so difficult.” 

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“Hunting eh? So you’re a huntsman, or hunts-human, hunts-person, whatever! What have they got you going on, then, hm? Termites? Unicorns? People?” Her eyes lit up at the thought of the people she hated being cannibals, “Ooh, I wouldn’t be surprised if those blue-bloods ate people. Now wouldn’t that turn the tide?” Hearing him call her a goody goody angered her, though. She scowled, shaking her head, “What? Dearie, would a goody goody do this?” Picking a daisy from where it grew nearby, she held it up extremely close to his face and caused it to wither into fine, black dust. 

“Definitely one of those things,” he nodded, just going with the flow of the conversation. He raised a brow when she mentioned humans. “If they do, they can hunt them down themselves. We were going after venison tonight,” he explained, why did people keep assuming he killed people just because he was a hunter? His eyes narrowed slightly at her use of magic. “Maybe they would, I don’t know.” Now he was just messing with her. “You haven’t done anything truly dastardly yet, have you?”

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“So deer?” Mimsy rolled her eyes, “Bo-oring! But count me in for catching termites though, ingenious little critters, they.” She was a little insulted that he wasn’t more impressed by her wilting of the flower, and replied with a sulk, “Well, no goody goody around here, I’m sure. Dastardly?” She tried to keep the annoyance off of her face, but it did invade her tone,“No, but only because the right occasion hasn’t presented itself. It’s too shy.” 

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Mimsy shrugged, though the tiniest of grimaces crossed her features at the mention of her mother, “Hmm, I suppose knowing my mama will give you a leg up on my ways, yes, that does make sense. Wars? I would hardly call them wars, dearie, more like…games. Yes, that has a much better connotation, doesn’t it? Just a fun little game, is all!” The girl grinned at his outburst, happy to have sparked the genetically short temper, “Ha! Yes, I stand by what I said. Why, your father is a candlestick too, wasn’t he? It’s the fire hair, it is!  Say, does your hair ignite as well?” 

She cocked her head, “Maybe not, but I sure do madden you, don’t I?” 

“wars… ganes… whatever you want to call them it’s annoying. and i know you are trying to annoy me, aren’t you?” he asked raising a brow. bruce ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends of the fluffy black locks. “my hair doesn’t fucking ignite.” he grumbled but that wasn’t so true. there was once a time when bruce had gotten so angry that his hair and bits of his body over heated and lit up. boy was he angry.  “yes, little mouse, you do. you’re a wreck. once again you have bad magic in the brain.” bruce said proving once again that her magic and his soul embedded powers were different, magic had it’s price and obviously it could make people mad.

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Mimsy raised her eyebrows at his accusation, “Annoy you? Well, that wasn’t the goal, but perhaps a nice side effect? Besides, you’re the one in control of your emotions, not me. I can’t make you be annoyed.” She studied his hair curiously, “Sure, maybe it hasn’t, but have you tried really hard? Gotten angry enough?” She doubted it. If all she could do was cause this mild irritability, Bruce was surely not the type to become truly angry often. “Bad magic on the brain, eh candlestick? That’s a new one. In fact, I rather like it. Where is your bad magic located?” 

[rpxmusings]

                     if i’m not feeling  WEIRD                      or   SUPER   STRANGE                                                                  my life would be in utter  d i s a r r a y                                                                  (  ‘cause  ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ  is my  ‘ okay ’  )

[lilac-rph]

                   In this 𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘦            You can lose your way.

   It might drive you crazy,                  But don’t let it 🇫​🇦​🇿​🇪​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​.

[lilac-rph]

                 Today, live like you 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢.        Let yesterday burn and throw it in a 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊.

[crmincls]

“because i was born in a flower out of a child’s laugh?” she phrased it as a question, but it was only statement. “sounds horrible, thankfully these cookies aren’t hard in the slightest, they’re just deliciously cute and chewy.” the fairie smiled, her nature was simply to be happy, even trapped.  and even around people who clearly were not so happy.

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“In a flower, out of a child’s laugh?” The young witch’s eyes widened in disgust, “Well that’s the most gruesome thing I’ve ever heard! Poor dear!” Her eyebrows furrowed, “But how does that work? Biologically I mean, and other ways I suppose as well. See, my parents slept with each other, and the next morning, pop! There I was!” She giggled, though not nearly as lovely as the other’s. “Keep your cookies, I prefer lizard tails, personally.” 

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Mimsy was unfazed by the increasingly annoyed tone of the young man. In fact, she was surprised he hadn’t blown his cool yet. People who attended Auradonian parties certainly seemed to possess a lot more patience than the people she was used to interacting with. “On purpose? Oh no, I never do anything on purpose! But then again, my accidents are always intentional!” She grinned, a rather chaotic smile, “No bonding at all? Well, I thought we were! Interesting… so, if one person feels there is bonding happening, but the other party doesn’t…is there actually bonding happening?” 

Damien took a deep breath, then threw the napkins he’d been using to dab at his shirt back on the table. “You know what? I don’t need this. If you want to talk in circles to someone else, that’s fine, but I’ve got better things to do.” He started to walk away, fully intending to get as far out of her sight as possible.

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Mimsy remained unfazed, merely uttering a light chuckle and a silent nod of appreciation for the other’s stamina. After all, most lasted half the time he had. But that didn’t mean she’d let him leave just yet. With a few bounds of her short legs, she caught up with him, jogging to keep pace, “Talking in circles? I’d love to meet someone whose words are annular, but unfortunately mine are just linear. In other words, you’re wrong, and I’m right. Where are we going?” 

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Mimsy smirked, “Nah, no juice in the punch, though I’d gladly make it happen if you’d direct me to your weapons closet!” The young witch spread her hands, rather liking this boy. He was a lot better than those stuffy princes inside, anyhow. “No worries, I don’t own a tux either!” She blinked at his explanation, “Wait, so, the goody goodies pay you to hang out here? Not the best gig, I’ll admit, but not as shabby as not being paid, y’know? ‘Cause being royal and all, they could technically do that, long as somebody’s yellow-bellied enough to obey them.” 

Something about this girl told Caleb he should keep her far, far away from anything sharp… or alcoholic. If she hadn’t already had anything to drink, she definitely didn’t need anything. “Not to hang out… to hunt. I’m just waiting to go out,” he explained, lying a little about what he was doing. “Wait… did you say the goodie-goodies? As in you’re not one?”

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“Hunting eh? So you’re a huntsman, or hunts-human, hunts-person, whatever! What have they got you going on, then, hm? Termites? Unicorns? People?” Her eyes lit up at the thought of the people she hated being cannibals, “Ooh, I wouldn’t be surprised if those blue-bloods ate people. Now wouldn’t that turn the tide?” Hearing him call her a goody goody angered her, though. She scowled, shaking her head, “What? Dearie, would a goody goody do this?” Picking a daisy from where it grew nearby, she held it up extremely close to his face and caused it to wither into fine, black dust. 

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“Well perfect!” Mimsy exclaimed, clasping her hands together, “Then I won’t have to explain the rules. Wonderful luck when we can just fast track to the good stuff, isn’t it? And no, we’re not kin. Just like you said, I’m a witch, and you’re a…” she squinted at him, “A candlestick. Yep, I would say a candlestick. Something about the hair…” And the hot temper, but that was a given. 

“A mouse huh? Easy! That says that I may look small and harmless, but I still scare an awful lot of people. Also, I wiped out nearly an entire nation.” 

“i guess so. not that the game you’ve been playing is all that hard to understand. i know about your mother, she is just as strange as you are and one thing i know is that she sure does like her wars…big or small.” he said looking around at the food fight they had before her words caused him to snap a sharp look at her. “a… candlestick!” he barked. a candlestick! “im the son of hades and persephone. i am a god. not some…” his eyes shut and he let out a huff as he tried to calm himself down.  

“you don’t scare me at all.” 

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Mimsy shrugged, though the tiniest of grimaces crossed her features at the mention of her mother, “Hmm, I suppose knowing my mama will give you a leg up on my ways, yes, that does make sense. Wars? I would hardly call them wars, dearie, more like...games. Yes, that has a much better connotation, doesn’t it? Just a fun little game, is all!” The girl grinned at his outburst, happy to have sparked the genetically short temper, “Ha! Yes, I stand by what I said. Why, your father is a candlestick too, wasn’t he? It’s the fire hair, it is!  Say, does your hair ignite as well?” 

She cocked her head, “Maybe not, but I sure do madden you, don’t I?” 

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“Go?” Oh no. Mimsy was not about to let him get away that easily. She’d trapped him, and intended to keep him as long as possible. The public attention was just the cherry on top, “So soon? But Just Max, we’ve only just met!” She giggled at the slight parallelism in her words, though the sound was harsh and rather unpleasant,   “Don’t you know it’s rude to leave a party so early? And where would you go anyhow?” She took a few steps forward, advancing towards him, “Back to silver spoons and breakfast in bed and silken sheets?” 

“Uh-” Once again, Max was unsure of what to say. He took another step back, trying to plan his escape. What was he supposed to do if this girl followed him? Go cry to his parents about it? Maybe Sebastian would be able to help, but then again, he had enough on his plate. “There are lots of other places in the castle. Really, I need some air. I’m sure there are other people you can taunt for no good reason while I’m gone.”

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Mimsy laughed, though it was truly more of a harsh cackle, “Oh, but you’re so entertaining! Give up being a prince and become a jester, won’t you? Come come,” she leaped forward and locked an arm through his, “What a conky-donk, I find air essential as well! Let’s!” She began to walk, attempting to propel him towards the door, but not strong enough to make him actually move. 

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“Annoying?” Mimsy just grinned, unfazed by his sharp tone. She’d dealt with plenty of angry people, and something about causing frustration filled her with a sort of gleeful satisfaction, “Well, I do prefer maddening, but I suppose it’ll have to do, won’t it? What, you don’t consider this bonding?” Her eyebrows furrowed a bit as she pondered whether she thought of it as bonding. She wasn’t sure yet, “Alright, then what is it?” 

Damien looked up at the ceiling as if it might give him patience. If he let his temper get the best of him right then, he would never be able to accomplish what he wanted to while there at the castle. “Maddening, huh? So you’re doing it on purpose, then?” Try as he might to keep himself in check, there was an obvious edge of annoyance in his voice. “This is….you being maddening. No bonding is happening. The only thing getting stronger is my desire to get away from you.”

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Mimsy was unfazed by the increasingly annoyed tone of the young man. In fact, she was surprised he hadn’t blown his cool yet. People who attended Auradonian parties certainly seemed to possess a lot more patience than the people she was used to interacting with. “On purpose? Oh no, I never do anything on purpose! But then again, my accidents are always intentional!” She grinned, a rather chaotic smile, “No bonding at all? Well, I thought we were! Interesting... so, if one person feels there is bonding happening, but the other party doesn’t...is there actually bonding happening?” 

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Mimsy was unfazed, merely chucking and glancing down at the half-empty glass in her hand, “What’s in it? Why, liquid of course!” She shrugged lightly and, without warning, plunged her finger into the cup, fully submerging it. “ Nope, it’s not strong at all! Not even strong enough to lift my finger,” she took her finger out and drank a swig, “Mmh, it’s like spicy juice!” She cackled at her own joke before jumping quickly onto a new topic; his outfit. Normally, she wouldn’t be one to comment on somebody’s clothes (her own formal wear not being the most modern or fashionable) but his pretentious attitude compelled her to do otherwise, “That’s not a tuxedo, and it doesn’t even have a collar! Did you sneak in too?” 

“No one’s even spiked the punch? Pretty lame party,” Caleb shook his head, unimpressed. He’d heard royals could throw a great party, but frankly, this one seemed kind of boring. He raised a brow at the girl as she stuck her finger in the punch, wondering if that was supposed to be funny. She was certainly an odd one. “I don’t even own a tuxedo… no, but I wasn’t invited either. I’m the hired help,” he shrugged, figuring he shouldn’t reveal the exact nature of his job yet. Hopefully, the king would figure out what to do about them being stuck here before the party guests even knew what was up.

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Mimsy smirked, “Nah, no juice in the punch, though I’d gladly make it happen if you’d direct me to your weapons closet!” The young witch spread her hands, rather liking this boy. He was a lot better than those stuffy princes inside, anyhow. “No worries, I don’t own a tux either!” She blinked at his explanation, “Wait, so, the goody goodies pay you to hang out here? Not the best gig, I’ll admit, but not as shabby as not being paid, y’know? ‘Cause being royal and all, they could technically do that, long as somebody’s yellow-bellied enough to obey them.” 

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Mimsy took a breath, glad that he was confused and concerned. After all, that had been the exact effect she’d been going for. “What am I on? Why, same thing as you!” she glanced pointedly down at the floor, “Some sort of fancy shiny stone. Did you just…” she shook her head in mock disappointment, “You weren’t even listening to me, were you Charming? The answer is no, I will not be your girlfriend. Matter of fact, I’m not even flattered that you asked, so you can stop your vanity right there! As to who I am,” she paused, thoughtful, “You know what, I’m not going to tell you. So there. Now I have one thing over you, Maxwell. That’s right, right? It’s not Maxathon or Maximillion or something?”

There had been very few times in Max’s life where he’d been genuinely rendered speechless. Today, apparently, was one of those rare times. “It’s -it’s just Max,” he lied, his jaw still hanging open. He wasn’t sure whether he was more confused or embarrassed. His neck was hot and he could feel the eyes of those bystanders around them on the back of his head, but the utter confusion over every word that came out of this woman’s mouth was fighting just as hard to be the main feeling in his chest. “I, uh,” he stammered for a minute, trying to get his brain to work. “I think I ought to go. Leave you to…whatever is going on in your head.”

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“Go?” Oh no. Mimsy was not about to let him get away that easily. She’d trapped him, and intended to keep him as long as possible. The public attention was just the cherry on top, “So soon? But Just Max, we’ve only just met!” She giggled at the slight parallelism in her words, though the sound was harsh and rather unpleasant,   “Don’t you know it’s rude to leave a party so early? And where would you go anyhow?” She took a few steps forward, advancing towards him, “Back to silver spoons and breakfast in bed and silken sheets?” 

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The young witch scowled at his gibe, hating that she’d given the impression of a sore loser (which she was, though not admittedly). “Oh I can handle it just fine,” she retorted, perturbed, “I just like to know my opponents before I cream them, makes the cake taste all the more sweet!” He responded to her question correctly, which truthfully surprised her. Many people had a difficulty sorting her riddles out, but he had come to the correct conclusion with ease, a response she didn’t quite know what to make of. Perhaps it meant he understood her, and could be trusted, but perhaps not. 

“Well done,” she murmured, nodding, “Black, eh?” She couldn’t help but relax ever so slightly, her voice softening, “And so within these walls I have stumbled upon a kindred spirit…” Mimsy knew next to nothing about her own powers. Her mother hadn’t been big on training or teaching, so what little she could do came from her own experimentation. She longed to know more, but was unwilling to expose herself as ignorant. She decided instead to try and coax information out of him by showing him a touch of insanity. With that resolution, she jerked her head up and stared at him with unblinking eyes, “You don’t look black. You look white, pale as me.”

“oh sure, you’re just saying that to buy yourself some time, sweet heart. I know the name of the game and just how to play it.” he said in a laugh. bruce wasn’t a child but damn he needed this. the castle was getting too chummy lately and when he could anger a few royals he knew he was having a good time. even if it meant he now was down one nice outfit and would have to replace it. 

“kindered? im not too sure i’d take it that far… miss witch.” of course bruce would never compare her magic with his godly powers and so he could simply say black magic and what he could do were just slightly similar. “yes? and you look as frightening as a mouse so what does that say?” 

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“Well perfect!” Mimsy exclaimed, clasping her hands together, “Then I won’t have to explain the rules. Wonderful luck when we can just fast track to the good stuff, isn’t it? And no, we’re not kin. Just like you said, I’m a witch, and you’re a...” she squinted at him, “A candlestick. Yep, I would say a candlestick. Something about the hair...” And the hot temper, but that was a given. 

“A mouse huh? Easy! That says that I may look small and harmless, but I still scare an awful lot of people. Also, I wiped out nearly an entire nation.” 

[queentianas]

♫ The magnificent, marvelous, mad, mad, mad, mad Madam Mim! ♫ 

The Sword in the Stone (1963) dir. Wolfgang Reitherman

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- Tropes -

1. The Gadfly: Mimsy delights in taunting and messing with people for her own amusement. Although she sees herself as evil, and likes to think she is, she’s really just criticizing people to make a point, draw attention to herself, or have a laugh, and not out of wicked intent.

2.Manic Pixie Dreamgirl: Hair dye? Not quite “there”? High energy? Sounds like Mimsy to me!

3. Rage Quit:  Mimsy has a short temper, and she hates losing, so this trope is perfect for, and typical, of her. She loves to play games, but only if she wins them, and if there’s a chance she won’t, well... 

4. Cloudcuckoolander: Probably something I should use in my writing a bit more, but Mimsy is pretty “head in the clouds.” She’s quirky and strange, but more insightful than she lets on. 

5. Dark Magical Girl: Beneath her mad exterior, Mimsy is really just longing for relationships and approval, having not had much of either at home. Her magic is dark and twisted, and her manner standoffish and abnormal.