#c: anya

[vanecssakirby]

I’ve got to confess something that might make me sound like a bit of a rubbish friend—I still haven’t seen Furiosa. In my defence, I’m just waiting for the perfect moment because I know it’s going to be absolutely brilliant and I want to give it my full attention. How have you been, darling? How’s life treating you? I’ve been missing your lovely self. / @joyousanya

[ayakoito]

“Where she stops…” - from either Anya or Scarlet

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She hadn't felt anything like this for years and just now, when she was with people and actually wanted to relax and have fun, it caught her out of nowhere.

First it had been the pressure on her chest, now suddenly her whole body was shaking while her heart threatened to jump out of her chest.

Fortunately, she wasn't alone. The girl she had just exchanged a few words with was still standing very close to her. "Anya… can you... can you walk me to the bathroom for a minute...? I don't feel so good…"

[owenstark]

who: @anya-snow what: hearing about the rumors of one of his courtiers getting close to a man of the west. set during their time in the west.

"I heard a rumor that I didn't like. Would you like to guess what that rumor was, Yuan Anya?"

Bastard were born of lust, lies, and weakness and as such they were wanton by nature at beast and treacherous by nature at worse. Owen Stark had a trust in the woman, if she were not a bastard he would have an interest in taking her to his bed but King's did not fuck their courtiers or bastards. And now, much of their trust was disappearing away from him.

His best friend, the man he called a brother turned on him in favor for a dead woman who was dead before she was killed. And now, his merchant mistress was supposedly fucking the lion of Lannisport. Were they trying to steal his merchant? Make her a mistress of the small headed, wide shouldered, beady eyed Lannister of Lannisport. Oh how he loathed them.

"Tell me the nature of your...interactions with the lord of Lannisport."

[emordnilap-fr]

!!

yeeeehaw, it's a gal!

Anya is a farmer! year-round she grows prickly pear cacti and potatoes, and seasonally she grows wheat, cabbages, and various melons (but she's biased towards cantaloupe. a terrible choice). she's friends with Azure, and keeps a nice flower garden!

she's loud and boisterous, with a heavy competitive streak (which often has to be tempered). but she's real sweet, and makes real nice baked goods! Anya is a pretty important dragon to the town, too; a lot of her crops go to the town's stores, as not much can be grown here

[hqlourd]

I need you to know that I still think about that cheeseburger at the end of The Menu, @joyousanya! And that movie in general, it was incredible and you were spectacular, and I needed you to know. How's all of that Furiosa promo treating you?!

[myriamas]

who: @anya-snow what: continuation of this thread following the tumblr update. this is set prior to the murder of mors martell, in the period of time myriam was attempting to push herself beyond her comfort zone by engaging in political discussions and being overall, more present.

"oh?" myriam asked, surprise clearly inherent within her tone of voice at the notion of the woman having been in sunspear. or rather, at the strange moment of realising that this conversation had started somewhat more awkwardly than she had intended it to. then again, simply approaching someone and asking them to confirm their identity was also awkward in itself, was it not? "i must have lost you in the crowds back in sunspear." myriam spoke, resting her hands on either side of the blouse of her lehenga. the attire she wore was different in westeros, ever so slightly; a veiled shawl draping over the curve of her hips and her midriff, hiding what would usually be comfortably on sight. "i hope you enjoyed dorne, nonetheless. there is nowhere like it."

there was no denying the sense of immediate awkwardness that quietly settled in the air between the princess consort of dorne, and the member of the northern merchants guild upon confirming the woman had been in attendance of the gathering which had occurred in sunspear itself. truthfully, myriam did not remember noticing the young woman, though that could easily have been because myriam did not take it upon herself to notice the westerosi. "the prince's advisors informed me who you were when i asked." it was mors who dealt with westeros, and did that often; even in the beat of quiet that stood between them now, myriam briefly looked over her shoulders as she seemed as though she were moving aside in the way of another.

in reality, she were quickly scanning the crowded room filled with vines and thorns for the sight of her husband, as though making some form of swift eye contact would be enough to bring here to this conversation. her hair, silky straight up to her back, swirled as she did so. he was nowhere to be seen as of this moment, and so turned back towards anya. but the whole point of this was that she was supposed to do it alone. it were not as though she found conversing difficult, for myriam had always been a social butterfly that thrived the most when surrounded by those like her. but the rest of the world was not like her, or any other of the dornish; that could not be the deciding factor much longer.

perhaps she hesitated to speak for she was painfully aware of the accent that wrapped around her words, and often found herself wondering if she could even be understood - better to simply never open one's mouth at all.

"and so, you represent or sell yitish goods..valuables, in the north?" she asked. she found herself wanting to ask about the woman's heritage, but would not do so. her eyes did not remain upon the woman's face for too long. was that even the responsibility of the head of the merchants guild? myriam gave no explanation for her curiosity, though not intentionally; perhaps because she assumed her tone was casual, rather than accusatory or investigatory. perhaps she had made a misstep in not giving more context to her curiosity. "does it reap profit? i ask only because the northern people do not seem like they care much for what is beyond your wall."

[tasoiano]

『必ず取り戻して見せる!

Loid Forger | SPY × FAMILY MOVIE CODE: White』🩸❄️

[greghatecrimes]

House + textposts

[lunathejediknight]

a giant oc photoshoot with all my oc lps. I had a lot of fun taking these it was super nice out and it was the first thing I did when I came home from work. I am very proud of how these turned out!

Mugz belongs to @colorfulwaldrill

Ava and SD b belongs to @ariessafandoms

Lexi and anya belongs to @jazzstarrlight

Mb belongs to @megbanned

Scott and quill belongs to @electrozeistyking

Cal and Stella belongs to me

I hope you all like photos I took I really do!

[marlenmckinnon]

psychos that kill together, stay together.

an oc *future* couple.

[calnexin]

my sidestep adrian... he’s a killer he’s a pretty boy he’s pathetic and he’s gonna steal chen’s dog one day

aaaand his puppet “anya”

[ayakoito]

Continued from here - @withinkandquill

Fuck, that shouldn't have happened! She had been so careful to make sure that no one else was in the building. And now a woman, or rather a girl, had appeared out of nowhere, ready to stand up to her if there was any danger from Ayako?

"I mean… woah, calm down, will you? I have no intention of hurting you." To signal that she meant business, Aya raised her hands, holding her open palms out to her.

[foxtamer113]

Yor, begging: Please don't. I love you. Loid, regretfully: I'm sorry, I have to. Yor, tearfully: Please... After all we've been through? Loid: I'm so sorry. Loid: *places +4 card down* Loid: Uno.

[atomicpinks]

sincerely hope endo-sensei keeps up the slow plot and doesn't rush it

[roucaelum-art]

International women’s day 💗

[reallyhardydraws]

call me... starlight anya! 🌟🌟🌟

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