#anya bb!! ((((((:

[davos-allyrion]

જ⁀ THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF SWEETS ➴ּ ֶָ֢.

(Starter with @anya-royce)

King’s Landing stank of rot.

Perfume could only do so much. No matter how much the lords and ladies drowned themselves in lavender and rose oil, the city’s stench clung to the streets, the stones, the very air. Even the Red Keep, perched high above the filth, was not immune.

Davos had been here too long.

The nights were worse than the days. Sleep, elusive as ever, refused him completely. His chambers, grand and well-appointed, felt wrong. Too large. Too empty. Too full of things that should not be there.

The ghost had stopped speaking.

Stopped moving.

But it had also stopped disappearing with the dawn. It lingered in the mirror, watching.

So, when the bells tolled midnight, Davos left his chambers and prowled the halls of the Red Keep like a restless animal. The guards let him pass. They always did. No one stopped him when he looked like this—grim, sleepless, a knife in his gaze, even if he’d left the real one behind.

The kitchens were empty at this hour, the hearth still warm from the evening’s work. Davos moved like a man possessed, grinding the tiger nuts, mixing the dates with honey, shaping the sweets with methodical precision. Cinnamon cut through the city’s stink, filling the air with something familiar.

Something safe.

Home.

He needed to go home.

And then—

A sound.

Davos tensed. His hand went to his belt, only to find it empty.

He turned sharply, seizing the nearest wooden spoon and raising it like a dagger, ready to strike.

But it was only a child.

A girl. Small, dark-haired, clutching a bundle of books and herbs to her chest. Too well-dressed to be a servant, too steady to be afraid, too silent to be a ghost. A noble’s daughter, then.

Davos exhaled, lowering the spoon. Gods. “You shouldn’t creep up on people in the dark.”

She hummed, a quiet little sound, silent as an owl.

The silence stretched.

Her stomach grumbled.

Davos huffed a laugh and pushed a sweet toward her. “If you’re going to stare, you may as well eat.”

The girl hesitated.

He sighed. “I didn’t poison it. Not tonight.”

To prove his point, Davos ate one himself. The girl watched, waiting to see if he dropped dead, then snatched the sweet and bit into it. He listened to her chew carefully.

Good.

He’d been the same at her age. Suspicion keeps you alive.

Davos smirked as she reached for another. “Good, isn’t it? Had to bribe a Dornish trader for proper dates. You won’t find their like in this city.”

No answer.

His gaze drifted to the books in her arms. He searched for a name, but instead, his eyes caught the title on the spine.

It was some Lysene runes. Witchcraft.

Lovely.

His attention flicked to the herbs she carried. Rosemary, mint, a few crushed petals. Useless.

Davos sighed. “You’re wasting your time.”

The girl tensed, halfway through her third sweet.

He plucked a leaf from her bundle, rolling it between his fingers. “These won’t do. The goddess won’t answer.”

She scowled at him as if he’d insulted her entire lineage.

“Don’t look at me like that. My mother was from Lys.”

That made her pause. She stared up at him like he’d just read her mind.

If he deepened his voice and murmured ‘the night is dark and full of terrors’ she’d probably run screaming.

Davos resisted the urge to spook her, though the thought amused him. Instead, he tossed her another date. “She listens best to those who know how to call her. And you…” He gestured lazily at the herbs. “You don’t.”

Her knuckles whitened around her books.

Davos studied her, voice dropping low. “What did you expect? A whisper in the dark? A hand on your shoulder?”

He leaned in, close enough that the air between them hummed with something unspoken.

How bad would it be to scare a little girl? (It builds character, he’d argue.)

“Careful what doors you try to open,” Davos murmured. “You may not like what’s on the other side.”

She didn’t flinch.

She didn’t cower.

She looked at him like he’d hung the moon and the stars.

Oh no.

Davos sighed, running a hand down his face. He didn’t actually want to be a mentor. Too late to stop it now. He plucked another herb from her bundle and set it on the table. If nothing else, this was a public service, a damn medal-worthy one for stopping a child from unleashing havoc in the Red Keep.

“If you truly want to speak to her, you need something worthy of her attention. Not crushed leaves and hollow words.” He flicked a glance at her. “Blood is crude. There are better ways.”

He selected a few long-stemmed leaves, laying them before her.

“Braid them. Make a boat.” Davos shoved another sweet toward her. “And eat. It’ll help.”

She chewed, thoughtful, while he went back to shaping sweets, his hands moving on their own. They worked in silence, side by side.

Maybe he’d try the same with the ghost in his room.

Maybe offering it sweets would be better than running away from the unknown.

[pennumbra]

A birthday gift for my wonderful bb gf who I love very very much, @xannerz!! Hector and her character, Anya! 💖❤️‍🩹

[shylittlefr0g]

So, um, I wanna write but my brain only works with social pressure. So, beautiful people of Tumblr, what do you prefer.

For me they are all pretty self-explanatory, but in short, it would be a series of one-shots where the five from Eden face the supernatural (without connection between them at times)

That's it, byebye!

[hyuneskkami]

HIII BB I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD REQUEST YOU AND I FROM UR EVENT??🫶⭐️

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

TRAVEL DATE ⭑.ᐟ

⟢ “you and me, got a whole lot of history!”

a/n: anytime baby!!! it’s quite short but this was so so fun to write <3 hope it doesn’t disappoint ((:

the anyaskye travel date . . .

i’d fly to your country to surprise you on your birthday

from there, we’d backpack across many asian and european countries (we all know that’s where the culture’s at, guys /j)

we’d try out so many new cuisines

we def would go to small indie artists’ concerts everywhere

(maybe even on a double date w some cute fictional bfs)

and we’d end our tour in my country!

honestly, we’re both highly entertaining individuals (adhd-iacs) so I don’t see a single boring second being passed throughout our entire trip <3

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@flowers-for-em @aezuria @thetunnelunderoceanboulevard @cherigall @percabethluvr

@pjoverseluvr @maybxlle @sweetnnaivete @riordanness @starlitszn

@metyouattherighttime @a-beautiful-fool @sequinsnstars @ssparksflyy @fayvpor

@iheartgirlzn @nomournersnofunerals @over-the-ocean-call @seaglass-and-string @cer3lia

@lara20aral @strawberryapologist @xoxochb @auroraofthesun1 @sophiesonlinediary

@solangelotus @brodieland @s1utlvr @imasimpdealwithit @waitingonher

@nqds @skyrigel @daydream-of-a-wallflower @hermidastouch @catastrxblues

@moon-drop18 @hopelesslyromantic-shark @hope92100 @fizzywashere87

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[anya-royce]

A Song Of Golden Fire And Black Blood: Favourite Room Challenge - Anya

The benches in the Red Keep's godswood were always quite grimy, forgotten just beyond the tree line and claimed by moss, mouldering leaves and dirt. Anya always wiped them thoroughly before sitting down, missing the well-kept seating back at Runestone.

Back at home, prayers were said regularly, Ryella calling her children insistently to the godswood at the hour of prayer, becoming irritable if they were late (or out hunting, as Alester and Arwen often were). Even after prayers were over, Anya had liked to linger, trailing a hand over the textured stone of the benches, watching the ribbons flutter on the tree branches.

No ribbons fluttered here, there was only the rustle of the leaves and the sighing creak of the branches.

However, the Red Keep's benches had one advantage over Runestone's; they were hidden, out of sight. As such, Anya had heard and seen a lot, while lingering after prayers. She would take it all to her grave of course, prayers were sacred and to share them without the person's permission was a terrible breech of trust. And yet, Anya still liked listening to them, just as she liked listening to the birds when they were around. They were funny little things, very shy but oh so adorable as they hopped and fluttered around, singing all the while.

The little stone borders where grass gave way to earth were nice as well. The boundary was already visible, but someone thinking to mark it anyway was very… Very human of them.

Yes, Anya did like the Red Keep's godswood. It was, quite possibly one of her favourite places in the castle, and she would miss it when she left, she decided.

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

Youngest sister of the current Lord of Runestone, Tallulah Riley, she/her - @anya-royce

Welcome, Lady Anya of House Royce! We’re delighted to see that she has arrived safely on her journey to King’s Landing. Around the court the four and ten year old has been praised as gentle, sweet and determined but some have whispered that she is also obsessive, stubborn and overconfident. Upon her arrival, it is clear that she is excited about the reign of Westeros' first Ruling-Queen and while the eyes of our court may be fixed on House Targaryen, Queen Rhaenyra, and the future of Westeros, her true allegiance will always be to House Royce.

Marie, thirty-six, she/they, GMT, Triggers: Claustrophobia

[orpitafish]

i hate when people refer to anya's trauma as 'sa' bitch there was penetration we passed the sa line a long time ago

[shootingsun]

How do your different A’s feel about Beyond?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION, ANYWAY

Eve had no strong feelings about Beyond, he was someone she knew, they were never close, but he never did anything mean to her either. They'd team up for group projects, mostly because he was one of the only people smart enough to keep up with her.

Anya and Beyond had a contradictory relationship. Sometimes they got along very well, other times it felt like she hated him with a passion. This was mostly because he reminded her of L, and she had complicated feelings about L. They were the kind of friends who'd be attached at the hip one day and trying to kill each other the next. It really depended on how her day was going.

Adrien liked Beyond. He made them laugh when everything seemed to suck, and she appreciated his sheer tenacity and drive. However, Adrien was an emotionally distant person, so this affection they held for B was mostly kept quiet on their end. If someone saw her and him interact, they'd think she was sick of him. But Adrien themself didn't feel that way, they were just bad at emotions.

Aleksei hated him, less for his personality and more for what he represented. From their perspective, Beyond was just an extention of their tormentor, and an irritating one at that. He was an obstacle, he was competition, and they never quite managed to adjust to life in the Wammy's House the way he did. They'd say they hate him, but in reality, they resented him for what was out of both of their controls.

Aren was fascinated by Beyond. He was so confident in both his oddities and his lifestyle, something that Aren himself couldn't quite accomplish. He could never find it within himself to be jealous of B, so instead he was interested in what kind of person he was. This did lead to a mild sense of entitlement on Aren's end, he felt like he deserved to know Beyond's thoughts and feelings on everything, and before everyone else got to know them. But that was just how he was with all his friends.

Alison found Beyond endearing, but in a very condescending way. She looked down on him, as Alison looked down on everyone who wasn't herself or L. But he did feel a kindred spirit within his backup, after all, they were both so desperate for L's attention. A gained a special interest in him when she realized he had the eyes. Alison had fully intended to make the eye deal himself, but Beyond had gotten them without even trying... now that would make a useful tool for Kira.

Avery and Beyond are in love. Sort of. An unusual, half queerplatonic love, but love nonetheless. They live together, she finds comfort in seeing his face. He's her best friend, and they really do think that if he wasn't around, they'd have gone off the deep end. Fortunately for Avery, he is there, and she hasn't gone off the deep end. This is the universe where they get to be happy.

[bathenaswopez]

moodboard: chantay x anya

[evrcnn]

🎾 - para un starter donde nuestros personajes se encuentren cerca de la CANCHA DE TENIS para @sxozkurt .

Alejaría la vista del móvil en cuanto la silueta de su hermana apareció en su campo de visión, inconfundible melena libre, tanto como Safiye. Un pensamiento que aparecía con frecuencia en mente y que volvía cálido su corazón. "Llegaste. ¿Traes tu raqueta?" Pregunta de inmediato, procediendo a inspeccionarla. "Estaba pensando en calentar un poco, un uno vs uno ¿te gusta la idea?" Propone, sin más miramientos a la competencia que ansiaba tener contra ella. "Siento que nos hemos visto muy poco desde que empezamos a poner el laboratorio, lo lamento por eso." Pero no se arrepentia realmente, la vitalidad que le daba su trabajo no era comparable a nada y por eso estaba tan radiante.

[xandcv]

No le molestaba la insinuación, tal y como la rubia había mencionado; estaban en la misma sintonía. "Hey, menina. No puedes decir que no sabe bien si no lo pruebas." Eso contradecía muchas de las experiencias a las que se había negado desde su llegada a Lautersee, pero ella no tenía porque saberlo. Volviendo a la silla, deja que su cabeza descanse sobre uno de sus brazos. "Nah, nada de ser un caballero." La palabra le quedaba grande, le incomodaba. Era un saco que nunca había llevado, uno que reflejaba imposiciones que no le pertenecían. Mauricio era un caballero. Xande… solo era él. "No es nada. A la siguiente playa esperaré el mismo gesto de tu parte." Bromea, con una carcajada suave que resta verdad a la petición. "Me parecería más ofensivo llegar a una playa y no salir mínimamente influenciado por el alcohol. Así que te concedo la razón." No pasan más de unos minutos cuando las bebidas llegan. "Saúde." Exclama, levantando su cerveza.

Su ceño se frunció ligeramente ante las palabras del contrario. “¿Tequila con agua mineral?” repitió sus palabras para asegurarse de haber escuchado bien. “Nunca en mi vida he probado eso y no estoy segura de creerte en que sabe bien” era una combinación de lo más extraña, aunque rápidamente su rostro cambio por completo al tiempo que le sonreía. “Claramente estamos en la misma sintonía��� asintió suavemente para después ver cómo se alejaba, sonriendo aún más al escuchar el pedido que le hacía al mesero del área. “Vaya, pero si eres todo un caballero” hablo al tiempo que se incorporaba con cuidado de la toalla para poder sentarse. “Gracias” le sonrió un poco más. “No creo que seamos capaces de dejar esta playa del todo sobrios, pero se supone que vinimos a relajarnos ¿no?” se encogió ligeramente de hombros.  

[puthyflapps]

Turning this on its head. Anya has all but given up. She is even thinking of leaving town. Has everything packed in her truck and sets out for the open road. She’ll never feel this way about another woman again.

On the other side of town, Raven’s stops by Luna’s place and sees that she is home, but through the partially open curtains, finds Luna isn’t alone.

The cry from inside comes from Echo. Luna is fucking her. Raven is pissed until her heart remembers Anya, and goes to see her and just misses Anya leaving.

Tragic! Sick! I cry! Lemme make it worse 🫣🤭

Bouncing off of this, what happens if Raven is torn between chasing after Anya and leaving her be? And what happens if she ultimately decides to let her go? Because if Raven stops to think about it all, she’ll know after everything that it isn’t fair to ask Anya to open her heart back up. It’s wrong to ask her to painstakingly piece all the broken shards back together simply because Raven has decided she’s ready now.

So, in the end, Anya will leave, clueless to the battle raging inside Raven. And Raven will let her go, breaking her heart to spare another’s. All the while keeping in mind that old adage about the things one loves coming back to them. A year or so will pass without much fanfare. Raven won’t date anyone, feeling far too sick to her stomach at the prospect of sharing her bed with anyone other than the girl she’s been in love with since adolescence. She’ll continue to work some mindless job in the heart of their sleepy town. Busying herself as much as possible to avoid being swamped with thoughts of the love she missed out on. The leaves will begin to change colors. Shedding their deep green for a more amber-brown shade that reminds her so much of her favorite person’s eyes. Leaving her both happy and sad at the same time. The perfect combination of bitter and sweet.

Occasionally, she’ll hear Lexa mention Anya. It’s never done with any sort of malicious intent. She doesn’t bring the woman up to remind Raven of her failings. It’s nothing more than the casual sharing of information with those whom love her sister. And in this new world that just feels so utterly devoid of all things Anya, Raven lives for these updates. Because while it does pain her to think of the girl, to think of what they could’ve had or what they could’ve been, it also brings her great comfort to be reminded that the other girl is out there. Living. Breathing. Healing.

In those minuscule little moments, she hangs off of Lexa’s every word. A wave of calm washes over her when she hears the simplest of things like:

“Anya sent me a postcard the other day.”

or

“She called this morning…she sounds happy.”

It’s not much. The statements are open-ended and lack great detail, but it’s good enough for Raven. It is enough for Raven because all she’s ever wanted was for Anya to be happy.

And when Anya finally returns home after what has felt like a century apart, and they finally come face to face after all this time, she can tell Anya is happy. It's written all over her. Her happiness is plain to see, and perhaps it has something to do with the woman hanging off her arm. The same woman who is sporting a gorgeous diamond ring on her left hand.

[shylittlefr0g]

A fanfic where Billy saves Becky from death, or, where Becky finds out that she may have a small crush on Billy

[hyuneskkami]

HIII OMMG CONGRATS ON 50, literally so awesome and im proud of u 🫶 was wondering if u could do house of memories ?? LOVE U !!

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

ANYASKYE ⭑.ᐟ

⟢ “youngblood! say you want me!”

book duo we resemble: stolls brothers

“what do you mean we set land mines on the WRONG hill?”

a/n: we’d be SO chaotic together irl and honestly we’d probably take over the world in the clumsiest way ever (I can just see it) 🤭 + we’re 100% late night drives and shenanigans girlies <3

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@sunnitheapollokid @jgracie @canonfeminine @cinemaconrad @totokyo

@urbanflorals @aezuria @thetunnelunderoceanboulevard @cherigall @percabethluvr

@pjoverseluvr @maybxlle @mershellscape @riordanness @starlitszn

@metyouattherighttime @a-beautiful-fool @sequinsnstars @ssparksflyy @fayvpor

@iheartgirlzn @nomournersnofunerals @over-the-ocean-call @seaglass-and-string @cer3lia

@lara20aral @bloophasarrived @xoxochb @auroraofthesun1 @sophiesonlinediary

@solangelotus @brodieland @s1utlvr @imasimpdealwithit @waitingonher

@nqds @skyrigel @daydream-of-a-wallflower @klineinie @hermidastouch

@catastrxblues @moon-drop18 @d4rkdi0rrr @hopelesslyromantic-shark @saltwatergirl6

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[princesa-querida]

Thank you, @startcarvingdarling sobs

アーニャ・フォージャ  ✭  SPY x FAMILY

[anya-royce]

When You Require A Miracle, Trust A Witch

a starter with @the-pearl-of-the-realm

It took Anya great restraint not to swing her legs like a little girl, as she sat at her dresser while her mother did her hair. Normally, a maid would do it, but Ryella had insisted. Anya wasn't sure why.

"You know how important this day is, don't you?" her mother asked, reaching over Anya's shoulder for a ribbon.

"Yes, mother," Anya replied, not even having to make an effort to be sincere. Yes, she knew how important this was, but she was mostly excited. Coming to court in and of itself was beyond her wildest dreams, but taking tea with a princess? It felt like a story, like some fantasy Henrietta might try and tell her when she was sick. For it to be true…. How could she not be excited?

"It's our family's first stay at court since your aunt's wedding, and good impressions are a must," Ryella continued, making sure the ribbon in Anya's hair was secure before moving on to tidy away the pins and combs she'd used. "Be polite, and remember, you address Princess Rhaena as "Your Grace". Curtsy deeply when you enter the room, but not for too long else it gets awkward. Wait until she gives leave for you to sit."

"I know, mother," Anya replied, fidgeting with the ends of her sleeves. Not very ladylike, but she had to release her energy somehow. "You've told me this every day since I got the invitation."

"I say it because I care," Ryella told her. "For you, and for our family's standing. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to either, which is why today must go well, do you understand, sweetling?" She reached out with one hand to cup her daughter's face, thumb brushing just under one of the heavily-powdered dark circles beneath Anya's eyes. "I cannot help you in that room, cannot remind you if you hesitate. You must remember it all yourself." Anya leaned into the feeling of her mother's cool, soft touch, before Ryella pulled her hand away and straightened up, saying "Now. It is time. Go on, make me proud." With one last smile, filled with affection and worry in an equal mix only she could manage, Ryella opened the door for Anya, who went out to follow the maid sent to escort her.

As they walked, Anya tried to remember what her mother had told her. Greet Princess Rhaena as "Your Grace", curtsy when as she entered, curtsy deeply but not for too long. Wait for permission to sit.

Simple instructions, but Anya turned them over and over in her mind, going through them until she could recite them backwards, determined to get it right.

Her escort knocked on the door, announcing her as "Lady Anya Royce."

"Good day, Your Grace," Anya said, dropping into a deep curtsy. She hoped it was good, several of the courtiers had said her curtsies were quite clumsy in the past. But Princess Rhaena was smiling. It wasn't a wide smile, but it seemed happy? Her curtsy couldn't have been that bad then.

Straightening her spine, Anya returned the smile, neatly clasping her hands behind her back and awaited Princess Rhaena's reaction.