#anna rp

[sovereignofarendelle]

I’m grateful for this castle, and for everything we've got. Especially my family, we've all been through a lot. I know how fragile things can be. If I lost them, I'd lose me. They're my ocean, they're my shore. I wanna give them more. They're my home. My home.

Queen Anna of Arendelle of Disney’s Frozen franchise, influenced by book and film canon. As told by Jess. Formerly ofsophistication. Heavily affiliated with @umbravirtus & @soughtserenity. Sideblog to wintersovereign.

(Personal and fandom blogs, please do not reblog.)

[sejanuspiinth]

PUBLIC COMMISSION — by clicking on the source link you will find a page with 1366 gifs, all made from scratch by myself, of anna sawai in shogun. anna is japanese and is currently 32 years old, though she was 29-30 during the filming of this series. i don’t care what you do with these, just don’t be gross and don’t claim them as your own. if using these, give this post a reblog. thank you !

[vintageceleb]

Anna Faris

[behindfairytales]

Anna Shaffer in The Witcher (s3) as Triss Merigold

[sparrowssally]

*cracks knuckles* Yet another PSA about the Tennant and Sheen families…

Alright, here goes it. I don’t give a fuck if you ship Aziraphale and Crowley. I’m a huge shipper of them myself, so it’s all good! Love them, want the world for them, etc etc. HOWEVER, if you want to:

1. ship David and Michael romantically

2. want to use shipping David and Michael as an excuse to be blatantly misogynistic against their respective partners (Georgia and Anna)

3. want to allege that they are being “trapped” in their marriage by their partners “strategically” having kids

Then get the fuck off my blog. Seriously. There’s no place for you here.

You’re literally hoping that David Tennant, a man with five kids, will leave his wife of 12 years (whom he clearly loves) to end up in a hyper-sexual romantic relationship with Michael Sheen, who would also have to leave his partner as well, with whom he has two young children and who he seems very happy with. You’re literally wanting happy families to get broken apart so that your selfish ship can sail. It’s disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourselves.

I get wanting to have queer representation, it’s greatly needed and there is always room for more of it. However, wanting to assign a queer identity to someone who hasn’t publicly acknowledged that they identify that way is NOT okay. I don’t care who they are, celebrity or not. If you want to see queer representation, then Aziraphale and Crowley are RIGHT THERE. Don’t wreck real people’s relationships with their partners—and their friendship with each other—just because you want your ship to sail. If for some reason David and/or Michael want to come out in the future on their own, then that’s for them to do when they feel comfortable, and speculating about their identities without them saying anything is just weird and gross.

AND ANOTHER THING! All y’all who write essay-long posts analyzing every single social media thing about Michael, David, Georgia, and Anna: y’all need to get a fucking life. Go outside. Touch grass. PLEASE stop treating these very real people like they’re puppets in your grand romance story. I guarantee you that their lives are probably not NEARLY as fascinating and scandal-filled as what you think they are. And believe it or not—because I know y’all LOVE to use this as “evidence”—people are allowed to not be all smiley and lovey-dovey in selfies and photos with their partners, and for many people, teasing their partners is part of their relationship! *gasp* I know right?? Shocking. It literally doesn’t mean anything that Georgia and David tease each other or that Michael and Anna tease each other, and that they all occasionally aren’t smiling in photos with each other. That’s normal person behavior and I’m begging y’all to understand that.

I know this post probably isn’t going to be seen by the weirdo people who need to see it the most, but whatever. I just really needed to get this off my chest.

[nairobi-resources]

ANNA SAWAI — actress, 1992

[forestofstarlight]

Open Starter: A Streamer's Secret (Male, Female or Futa)

Anna lets out a sigh as she steps into her bedroom, relieved to finally be back home after a long day. Though, she wasn't entirely done just yet...

She removes her sweatshirt, leaving her in only her tank top and shorts before turning on her computer. She quickly types in the URL of an adult streaming site and pulls out a small box labeled "personal" out from under her bed. Her tank top and shorts join her sweatshirt on the floor before she turns on the webcam, smiling when she sees the number of views and chat starting to increase.

"Hey guys. Sorry for the late start, had a pretty long day today. But don't worry, I promise to put on one hell of a show for you guys!" She says to the unseen viewers of the newly started stream.

Little did she realize... that her roommate had just returned home as well...

@thecrazyone1990 @marias-island-of-visitors @askkagethevizard @hellforestrp @a-den-of-demons

[stardustprompts]

how to sell a haunted house - grady hendrix sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; death , alcohol , language , mental health

‘you need to sit down.’

‘what did you do?’

‘jesus, i’m sorry I’m not doing it the right way. i’m sure you’d be perfect at this.’

‘I find knowing these details makes it easier.’

‘you should have a drink, too.’

‘i’m not going to die. not for a long time.’

‘just because we shared a bathroom for fifteen years doesn’t mean you know a thing about me.’

‘my yoga instructor knows more about me than you do.’

‘I knew you’d do this. I knew you’d show up and start telling everyone what to do.’

‘look, I know you need to be in charge, but I’ve taken care of this.’

‘stop telling me how to deal with things. things are dealt with. I dealt with them.’

‘you can’t argue with someone when they’re upset.’

‘I don’t know what got into me, but I overreacted and I’m not proud of if it, and it wasn’t fair to you.’

‘you always needed everyone looking at you.’

‘I didn’t do it for attention. I did it because I was upset.’

‘I don’t like coming in here anyways. it’s got bad vibes.’

‘you can’t put a price tag on love.’

‘being here is really bad for my mental health.’

‘I know you don’t like me because i’m not successful enough for you.’

‘i’m actually happy with my life.’

‘if we aren’t related, if we met today, we wouldn’t chose to be friends.’

‘I don’t think we should be in here at all. I think my plan was better.’

‘don’t you feel the vibes?’

‘this is happening too fast. we need to slow down.’

‘your house is haunted.’

‘every single time I give you the benefit of the doubt, or I try to help, it comes back and bites me in the ass. every! single! time!’

‘our house is not haunted.’

‘i’m telling you there’s weird vibe. I can feel it in my gut.’

‘methinks thou doth protesteth too much.’

‘ghosts don’t exist.’

‘there are true things and there are false things, and there are no in-betweens.’

‘there are facts, like houses and car accidents and cremation, and there’s bullshit like ghosts and vibes and exorcisms. and if you start getting the true things mixed up with the false things, you’re fucked!’

‘reality is not a consensus!’

‘when you don’t like the way a conversation is going you deflect with personal attacks.’

‘you’re like some kind of emotionally abusive octopus entangling everyone in your word tentacles.’

‘even I know that you don’t go back in a haunted house after dark.’

‘the only things here are memories, and those can’t hurt us.’

‘you’re very threatened by new ideas.’

‘I offered to stay tonight because I thought it would be good for you. i’m hoping it gives you some closure.’

‘why are you so mad at me? is it because you feel guilty?’

‘i’m sorry you remember it that way because that must feel terrible, but that’s not what happened.’

‘stop telling me what I remember!’

‘no one ever says no to you, (name) because we’re all scared you’re going to lose your temper.’

‘oh, fuck you. nice try, (name), but fuck you.’

‘no matter what you did, I still don’t want anything bad to happen to you.’

‘everything has to be a big production and you’re the star.’

‘everything has to be a big production and you’re the star. all because you can’t face the fact that your life is sad and empty.’

‘it’s a little late for you to start being my brother now.’

‘you blew my mind. it felt like we were the only two people left in the world.’

‘no matter what, I don’t want to ditch you here with a bunch of ghosts.’

‘right now what you need, for once in your life, is to listen to me.’

‘the way you’re laughing is actually really, really scary.’

‘none of this is real.’

‘stop being scary.’

‘I don’t think I’m well. I think something is really wrong inside me.’

‘don’t you fucking laugh at me. for the first time ever, my life finally makes sense.’

‘I don’t think I know what’s real anymore.’

‘my explanation is logically consistent. yours is all magical energy.’

‘it was absolutely terrifying.’

‘how much trouble are you in?’

‘look at me. you’re not crazy. this really happened.’

‘don’t make this funny.’

everything you’ve seen tonight, i’ve seen it too.’

‘i’m sorry I wasn’t stronger.’

‘it was easier to pretend nothing happened.’

‘my entire life I’ve always known something was wrong with me. i’ve spend my entire life scared that if didn’t do everything exactly right, reality would unravel around me and I’d lose myself again.’

‘I forgive you.’

‘I hope you feel better. i’m fine.’

‘I didn’t think you had it in you.’

‘get out of here.’

‘all the things I did, I want to forget.’

‘i’m not doing it! i’m not doing it again!’

‘you need to get out of here right now.’

‘it won’t hurt me, but it’ll hurt you. you have to go right now!’

‘don’t let him do this again. don’t let him take over.’

‘I need a beer.’

‘an apology would go a long way.’

‘can you keep it down? I had to lie about what happened to a lot of people.’

‘are you seriously upset with me because I saved your life?’

‘you need to accept reality.’

‘you’ve become such a grouch.’

‘I wish you’d let someone take care of you.’

‘do you agree that there are forces greater than this world and we are helpless in the face of them?’

‘we don’t have time to fuck around.’

‘i’d like to say this the weirdest shit that’s ever happened to me but I have a bad feeling it’s about to get a lot worse.’

‘I told you this was a bad idea.’

‘I think we’re fucked.’

‘this is wrong. what you’re doing is wrong.’

‘let’s talk about something that’s actually interesting.’

‘it just hurts a little. and by ‘a little’ I mean ‘a lot’ and also ‘all the time.’’

[sovereignofarendelle]

“I wouldn’t eat that if I were you,” Anna grimaced and pointed to the berries in the other’s hand. “Those are rowanberries. They’re poisonous if eaten raw. You have to cook them first."

[asexxxualerotica]

Open RP Starter: A Brush With Temptation

"Oh—you're still here?" Rogue jerked a bit as she heard the sound of footfalls behind her, only to settle down as she recognized the person behind her as another resident of the school. It had been a few weeks since she'd first come to stay at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, so to say she was still a bit jumpy would be putting it mildly. It was why she still kept to herself for the most part—why she avoided going on the group trip. "I thought I was the only one who stayed behind."

[vintageceleb]

Anna Faris

[4nna-nicole-smith]

Y’all I have some exciting news 🩷🤍

I just found out that I’m 3 months pregnant and the baby is a girl and I’m launching a clothing line soon and I thought I’d share the wonderful news with y’all 🩷🩷

-Anna Nicole Smith 🩷🤍🩷🤍

[succulentsook]

[behindfairytales]

icons of Anna Shaffer in The Witcher (s3) as Triss Merigold

[gravekeeper-anna]

Daily Writing Challenge 2024 November, Day 3 Words: Morose/Strength @daily-writing-challenge

For the rest of the world, the Day of the Dead jubilations lasted over the course of a few days, La Catrina’s rattling maracas fading into obscurity from Tirasfal’s dreary glades. Yet in the Gravekeeper’s haunted thicket, that deathly celebration was carried on for those ghostly wards that had earned a form.

Bone had been sculpted cleanly into magnificence, a fortified skeletal construct that was a bone-shaped horror to the living, but a macabre sculpture to her. And atop its armored spinal column the shape was graced with the centerpiece: an intricately carved skull to crown achievement, as she presented to all her skeletal companions.

“Here we are,” the Gravekeeper gestured for her phantom ward, funerary lace flowing with her own movements as she extended her arm for him. “You’ve done quite well to move the physical, as I taught you. Focusing your will, your thoughts, giving yourself over to the memory of force. But now, you’ll have to merge with the entire skeleton here without knocking it over, or plainly shattering it. It’s more than the burst of focus, now you’ll have to maintain it. Possessions’ just the first step, I think we can begin there…I won’t expect movement just yet, but…let’s just give it a try.”

“Remember: it’s an extension of you, not just a thing to move about.”

A wispy form. Pushing things. Pulling on itself. [Coming together.] Coming undone.

The Doctor had yet to master corporeal manipulation, but his eagerness to try propelled him steadily onward. [Never give up.]

Hollow pools where eyes would have been narrowed into slits and he studied the skeleton. He buzzed and zoomed around the skull manipulating his own shape until he appeared as a hat on top of its head. [It needs a hat.]

The Gravekeeper chuckled at the focused addition. "A gentleman through and through. Now, how about the rest?"

With his suggestion taken under advisement, the Doctor looked at the skeleton. Then himself. [Too small.] He felt he needed to be bigger to overtake the bones, so he stretched himself. [Stand up straight.]

For the briefest moment, the aspect of a man took shape. He looked the skeleton in the eye before stepping through and into the bones. [Backwards.]

He stepped out. Then he backed in. [Forward.]

The skeleton wore a triumphant grin and clacked its jaw victoriously. [Hahahaha!] He wiggled his metacarpals and tarsals. Bent hinges and twisted pivots. Then rolled balls and sockets. [Sloppy. Unrefined. Inadequate.]

The Gravekeeper’s delight at the clacking jaw of victory seemed to drain fully as the Doctor’s words seemed to criticize her work. “Why, I suppose it isn’t perfect by any means, but I did craft it bone by bone. Each whole, and cleanly bound.” The judgment had been internalized, cut to the bone of her own being. The grounds began to rumble with raging necromantic power as her words continued to fly with increasing indignation. “And the skull alone I’ve spent days on, chipping away with the chisel! If this is not adequate for you, Doctor, maybe you ought to–”

With a sudden step forward all of his own, the newly constructed arm of the skeleton moved toward the incensed Gravekeeper to hush her with a single, upright bony finger, pressed with gentle control at her lips. [No, no no. Hush now, Dove. It is perfect.]

A calm once more settled over the thicket as the Gravekeeper’s rage was quelled, soon bubbling back up to prideful excitement in the consideration of his willful movement. “Oh, you moved an entire arm! A hand! Marvelous! Already you’re getting so strong!”

The lantern eyes flowed down the entire frame of the possessed skeleton once more, in thought. “Come,” the Gravekeeper commanded, touching the raised bony fingers with her alabaster digits. The touch seemed to propel him forward to follow, half-floating, assuring that he would not have to struggle along on his new feet.

As she swept to the entrance of her mausoleum, her arm flowed down to snatch from a rosebush nearby, snapping one of its full blossoms from the leaf. White, Gilnean roses, the edge of each petal aglow with a strange, amber luminescence.

Into the bowels of her mausoleum she lead the newly formed Doctor, her black train of funerary cloth and chain scraping the stone floor, drifting past perfectly stored bones and skulls fit like miniature ossuaries. Relinquishing her skeletal ward, she focused now on lifting several fabrics and discarded clothing with the necromantic focus of her haunt, slinging them away with a sigh of disappointment until she found what she had meant. Tugging it free from a pile of bones and ignoring the rattling collapse of its organization, she turned to present a top hat. Scuffed up minutely, but whole in presentation.

“A fine hat for a gentleman?” she offered in tone, but proceeded in stepping near to place it atop his bare skull. “And a final touch?” The odd rose bloom was tucked into the band of the hat. The smallest spider seemed to dislike this new arrangement, and fled where it had made a home, skittering from its fabric, and scurrying across the entire skull for an escape. In the end, the tiny glassweb scurried into the skull’s left eye hole for sanctum.

“Ohhhhh.” The Gravekeeper chuckled. “You have a new friend, I do think.”

{ Written in collaboration with @the-plagued-d0ctor . Highly recommended follow! }

[koronakrolowresource]

fc's i'd like to see people use more: 1/???

marta bryła as aldona anna of lithuania, female, white, blonde, ~30.