#anya forks

[mdshh]

A wedding of Zachary and Rose ✨

[googoogagahearteyes]

I’ve always wondered if there was any language difference between Westalis and Ostania, like I know the show and manga are only ever written as one language as these are fictional countries so the languages would be fictional too, but from what I’m aware of, there was never been any hint to Ostanian people speaking a different language than the West. Also I know that there are plenty of reasons for two countries beside one another to speak the same language. However, I find things like this very interesting, and I think it adds more to the characters’ stories lol

So, I have a little headcanon that all the WISE spies have to learn Ostanian fluently, with a perfect accent of course, but of course there are also plenty of dialects that must be learned as well. And as thorough WISE is, it’s hard to perfect a second language if you aren’t able to spend time with native speakers, especially when they are labeled the enemy.

Anyways, what I’m trying to say is that language and dialect differences are really cool, and I feel like slip ups could lead to some interesting and likely wholesome scenarios in the SpyxFamily world.

[spyxfamilysmol]

[nezuscribe]

there’s been a couple nights where you and arranged!gojo have had to host little dinners at the estate to show face and let people know you two are still alive.

it’s before the big confession, when the two of you were becoming closer, so it was just pretend niceness hiding the tension for a couple hours.

you tried to talk to the people around the large dining room table, sitting near gojo as you listened in on the conversation, but it was better to just be a part of it rather than the center of the spotlight. gojo had become increasingly aware of the long looks people gave your way, the hushed talks behind the women’s hands. you didn’t notice, maybe you’d been jaded to it, but he did, and he was becoming more tense under their stares.

he noticed how you’d try to jump in and say something, but was instantly cut off by somebody else. gojo had told you before the dinner started that the two of you should hold hands, but you hadn’t let go of his, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to let go of you either. he’d give you an encouraging squeeze, one which you gave him a little smile to, but still clammed up, sitting back in your seat.

"want me to tell them to shut up?" he whispered to you, dropping his head near your ear so that nobody else could hear.

"no it's okay," you say with a laugh, waving it off, "i was just going to ask what cashmere is," you say, in relation to a previous story one of the girls was telling about cashmere moth, and how her entire closet was chewed to bits because of the creatures.

"it's a type of fabric," he explains gently, his eyes searching yours, "very soft," he adds with a little smile and yours grows wider.

"i'd like to see it," you comment, leaning a little bit closer to him.

"i'll have your closets full of cashemere by the morning if you'd like," he says, but you know deep down it could be a promise if you simply said yes.

but you giggle, shaking your head.

"no," you're looking up at him in that way that makes his tongue feel heavy, "the moths, they must be huge," you murmur and he snorts, squeezing your hand a little bit tighter in retaliation.

to be honest, gojo hated these dinners. these people he grew up with were dull and annoying, their conversations full of lame gossip and cheap jokes, and he’d much prefer your lively stories with just you, but they were a necessary evil.

when the servants had cleared the meal away and had begun setting up for dessert, he could feel the stare of one of the girls, anya, and the way her eyes squinted when he caught her looking. he saw the way she sneakily tipped her head back, chin pointing to the opening near some of the stone columns, and excused herself a couple seconds later, looking over her shoulder at him before she disappeared.

gojo knew anya. he’d fooled around with her a couple of times long before the two of you got married, but he found her a bit shallow and dim, nothing he found interesting. he looked over at you to see if you had seen her, but you were looking at your plate, moving some grains of uneaten rice around with your fork.

curiosity got the better of him, wondering what it was she wanted, and so he stood up, his chair scraping behind him as you let go of his hand, you, along with everybody else, looking at him as he excused himself to the washroom.

he walked briskly past the table, leaving through one of the openings of the stone columns, looking around until he say anya at the end of the hall, waiting for him.

“what?” he bit out, hushed, looking behind him to make sure that nobody had followed him out.

anya smiled, her teeth glimmering as he neared her, standing a safe distance away as she pouted slightly.

gojo winced. he forgot how her smile up close was unnerving, the way it wasn’t as soft or full of emotion like yours. her eyes, a deep hazel, glimmered as she took a step closer, her fingers reaching for his collar.

“i missed you,” she whispered, lips glossy as she peered up at him, her lashes batting against her cheeks as he felt his mother dry up, feeling a sudden air of nausea overtake him as he swatted her hand away.

he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“is that all you wanted to tell me?” he hissed out, knowing how stupid he sounded seeing how he had followed her out, surely expecting this.

“what?” anya tilts her head, “thought you’d like to hear it.”

gojo rolls his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest.

“i thought you had something important to say,” he shrugs, looking away, focusing on a crack, getting ready to leave until she laughs, shaking her head.

nobody said he was the brightest soldier in all the land. he’s not above some actually good gossip, but he had a feeling this ain’t about to be that.

“you’ve always loved gossip,” her eyes glimmer as she takes another tentative step closer, “is that why you married the center of it?”

his eyes narrow slightly, but she just sees him listening to her.

“come on,” anya snorts, her hand coming up to his face until she stops at his cold gaze, pulling her hand away, “we all know it’s not rank or looks that made you marry her.”

gojo feels his arms tighten, a vein bulging in his neck as he swallows thickly. he doesn’t say anything, wants to see how she continues, wants to see what everybody else thinks without saying it.

"i mean, your mother keeps saying it was reciprocal," she rolls her eyes, laughing mirthlessly, "but i know that's a lie. you look miserable whenever you're around her."

gojo feels his eyes twitch, his ring shining in the slivers of moonlight through the large, overarching windows.

"did you call me here to talk ill of my wife?" gojo bites out, but she can't sense his tone, giggling as she shoves him, his body not moving.

"drop the theatrics 'toru," he feels bile in his mouth at her sweetened words, "it's just me," she says, biting her lips as indiscreetly as she can, eyes raking over his toned body as she looks back up to his face, "but regardless, no, i had something else i wanted to tell you."

she sighs, her voice a little higher as if he wouldn't notice.

"i'm staying at the hostelry in the town near here for a couple of nights," she bats her eyes again, and suddenly gojo wonders if he had been insanely ill when he had slept with her those months ago because now he feels sick just looking at her, "if you wanted...i'm there for you."

he raises his white brow slightly.

"gods anya," he breaths deeply through his nose, his eyes darkened, "you have audacity if nothing else."

she smiles brightly, taking it as a compliment.

"i know," she winks, "i looked around the area, and nobody of import comes near there. i know you need it as bad as i do," her voice drops a little, eyes falling slightly to the ground, "people are talking. i know how lonely you must feel."

his nose wrinkles slightly in confusion.

"what are you talking about?"

anya looks at him briefly before looking away, shrugging.

"everybody knows you two don't share a room," she explains, "and how she's not even showing signs of pregnancy. is she frigid in bed? you know, some people are saying she's infertile."

gojo straightens up, a new look taking over his face that makes her voice die down.

"what? who's saying that? who's talking?" he presses, and she feels her mouth dry up, suddenly picking up on the fact that he doesn't seem to be at all interested in the deal she's trying to make.

he feels a sudden wave of mixed emotions washing over him.

are the maids taking? gods, that makes him feel even worse. it surely couldn't be yours, they care for you too much. but it must've been somebody who knows your situation, somebody who sees the way you live on different sides of the estate. gojo feels a sinking pit in his stomach. these rumors that are growing because of his own selfish actions, rumors at your own expense, ones you have no control over, by people you've been trying to befriend for ages.

he knows people look at you whenever you enter a room, hears their awfully concealed whispers. and despite the fact that you try to hide the hurt on your face, he sees the way you avade their glances, hide into yourself to act like it doesn't bother you.

are these whispers now because of him?

"i don't know," she mutters, annoyed, "everyone. you barely look at her. did your parents pay you to marry her? she must've been-"

"stop it." gojo warns, and she shuts her mouth, eyes shimmering with shock.

she looks like she's about to say something but stops, looking over his looming body at something.

"gojo? is that you?" another voice calls out, and he turns around, all the anger melting off of his face when he sees it's you, standing near the pillars as you try to find him.

you smile when you see him, still not seeing anya who's hidden behind him, and wave for him to come back.

"they're about to serve dessert," you say, trying to be as quiet as you can, "oh, are you with someone? sorry, i didn't mean to interrupt..." you trail off, your smile falling when anya shuffles around, making sure you see her behind him, your eyes widening.

gojo feels his world slipping beneath him as your shoulder drops, looking at him and then at anya, a somber look taking over your features. you look for another second, not knowing what to do. gojo feels like a fish, gaping silently at you, never looking back at anya, but you excuse yourself, going back to the dining hall without saying another word.

gojo stares aimlessly at the wall in front of him, not sparing his energy to look at the girl peering up at his face.

"get out," he murmurs, his voice low with timber.

"w-what?" she stammers, brows furrowing in confusion.

"get out before i call the guards," he snaps, looking at her from the side of his eyes, "fucking now anya, leave."

she looks up at him, swallowing thickly, but gets the memo that he's being serious. she scammers away, sniffling dramatically as she disappears through another hallway.

he drops his head into his hands, massaging his temples.

his eyes fall to his ring, the one that seems to be growing cold on his finger.

he feels his heart burn in his chest, every step feeling like he had stones tied to his feet as he makes his way back to the hall, hearing the edited clammer of the people welcoming him back, but there was only one person he cared about.

and you weren't looking at him.

in fact, you didn't speak to him that entire night. nor that following week.

gojo has almost bled to death before and has had arrows pierce his back and exit through his chest, but he'd rather experience that ten times again than feel the agonizing silence of the woman he's starting to love.

(second part)

[elevanscapsicle]

i am about to do the unthinkable…… clean my dishes

[trillionyears]

my head is so full of anya mouthwashing. i saw another post on here say pretty much the same thing but i’m so SICKKK OF SEEING EVERYONE PORTRAY ANYA AS A WEAK LITTLE CREACHUR! i see myself so so so much in anya (female mouthwashing fan sees herself in anya, fork found in kitchen) and i really don’t think she is this meek little thing everyone sees her as. i think jimmy’s perception of her is totally skewed by his guilt and general dislike, and anya definitely acts differently around him too. when anya talks to curly, especially in the dead pixel scene, she is so clever, composed, strong spoken… god forbid she be a nervous nelly around her literal rapist!!

i have complicated thoughts on this that maybe i will write out one day when i’m not in a rush but basically anya mouthwashing you are woman the world ever

[yumeka-sxf]

New teaser visual for the Spy x Family movie: CODE: White

There are so many clues in this image!

Where to start?! All the stuff in the background - playing cards, groceries, crayons, a key, a sketch book, a train, a pistol, candy, a teddy bear, lipstick, a spoon and fork...the list goes on! Will all these items have significance?! Looks like Anya is grabbing some kind of treasure chest, Bond has a "Dog Pass" around his neck, Yor is brandishing a spatula and whisk, Loid has a travel guide and a monocular...and even with all this, we still don't know what the movie will be about 😅 And this image gives off very different vibes than the first teaser visual. That's really intriguing! Also the text says "Save the world with the exciting family trip!"

But! A trailer is scheduled to be released on June 26th, which should definitely provide more information! Can't wait!

[treason-and-plot]

Wednesday 6.07 am

Anya: Adriana texted me an invite to her party on Friday night. Do you want to go?

Roy: Adriana from your college? The one with the pink hair?

Anya: Yeah.

Roy: Nah.

Anya: What's wrong? I thought you liked her?

Roy: She's probably the least offensive of your funny hair friends. But as a thirty-three year old male there's no way I'm going to a party full of twenty and twenty- one year old college girls.

Anya: What? Are you serious?

Roy: Deadly serious. It's just one of those unspoken rules. Feel free to go without me though. I've got to get up early the next morning to pick up the kids, anyway-

Anya: So how come you're fine with going to clubs with me, then? Because clubs are also filled with twenty and twenty-one year old girls. In case you hadn't noticed.

Roy chuckles indulgently at a forkful of mashed waffle and whipped cream.

Roy: It's totally appropriate for thirty-three year old males to go clubbing, babe.

Anya: According to who?

Roy: It's just another unspoken societal rule.

Anya: What age is too old for clubbing, then?

Roy: Thirty-seven.

Anya: What about for college parties?

Roy: Twenty- five.

Anya: Wow. The more you know.

[thelreads]

Soooooo Melinda didn't eat at all, she only drank some wine. She wasn't even pretending; she had her wine glass in front of her the entire time, didn't pick up a fork. While I saw some people say that she probably felt uncomfortable eating in front of Donovan (which, yeah, understandable), I don't think we saw her eating at the tea party when she met Yor either, only drinking tea. It makes me wonder.... Donovan clearly has high expectations for his sons, and I bet he also has certain expectations for his wife as well, to maintain a certain "look".

Then on the other hand, you have Demetrius. He's been doing these family dinners for a over a decade now. He knows the rules. He's chowing down in every panel because he knows the quickest way to escape--finish your food, father excuses you, and you're done. (And also Melinda immediately excused herself after him. I'm probably reading way too much I to it but I'm imaging that Demetrius knows his mom can't leave first so he goes as fast as possible to let her leave soon too. I KNOW he probably isn't thinking about her but let me have the "has a soft spot for his mother" headcanon)

And also, while the word used is "worthwhile" I've seen some people say the original word means something like "valuable" or "of use". How was it valuable if he didn't talk at all? He didn't learn anything new... Or did he?

I think this adds to the theory that Donovan has some sort of mind reading ability. Perhaps it requires greater concentration than Anya, who just naturally hears everything--so he has to sit and concentrate on looking through people's thoughts. And further, while Anya doesn't need as much effort, she only picks up surface thoughts. Donovan might be able to really dig in deep and find more than Anya can. So, Donovan uses these dinners to pick through the thoughts of Melinda and maybe Demetrius (probably not Damien, yet, as Damien is six and he wouldn't think he'd find anything interesting there).

But circling back to the worthwhile comment: why is it worthwhile? And later, we see Donovan make a scary face when no one is looking--he's clearly thinking deeply about something. He made a similar face when he suddenly narrowed his eyes into her middle of dinner, like he noticed something strange. Well, who would have something interesting happen to them recently? Sure, Damien was held hostage, while Demetrius got full Stella stars, but I'm talking about something that Donovan would care about.

Something like the newest member of the Ladies Patriot Society.

I mean, yeah he did look to both of them before focusing on Melinda, but being honest, I don't think Yor is in any risk for now. There's nothing there that points at her being suspicious, and although I think Donovan might be controlling when it comes to his family, it's not like a new friend would be that troublesome. Unless of course Yor presence there was making Melinda think about leaving him.

Being fair, I'm more worried about the possibility Melinda is planning to have him assassinated, and he found out.

[mdshh]

Vacation is going good 😌

[reallygroovyninja]

Lexa sat at the lavishly decorated dinner table, her black off-the-shoulder dress making her look effortlessly elegant. She absently toyed with the fork beside her plate, listening to the murmured conversations and laughter that filled the room. Anya sat across from her, recounting a funny anecdote from their college days.

"Lexa, are you even listening?" Anya teased, nudging her friend playfully under the table with her foot.

Lexa smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Anya. Just a bit distracted tonight."

Anya rolled her eyes, her gaze sweeping the room. "Well, maybe this will get your attention. See that hot blonde who just walked in? Her name's Clarke. I've heard she's recently single."

Lexa's curiosity was piqued, and she couldn't help but discreetly turn to see who Anya was talking about. Her eyes landed on Clarke, who stood at the entrance, looking slightly unsure as she scanned the room. Clarke was stunning, her blonde hair cascading in loose waves around her shoulders, and she wore a form-fitting dress that highlighted her figure perfectly.

For a moment, Lexa was entranced. There was something magnetic about Clarke, something that made it impossible for Lexa to look away. As if sensing the attention, Clarke's eyes met Lexa's, and she offered a shy smile that made Lexa's heart skip a beat.

Anya chuckled softly, leaning across the table to whisper, "Told you she's hot. Why don't you go talk to her?"

Lexa felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks. "I don't know, Anya. She's probably got a dozen people vying for her attention."

Anya gave her an encouraging nudge. "Come on, Lexa. You're confident, smart, and beautiful. What's the worst that could happen?"

Taking a deep breath, Lexa stood up, smoothing down her dress. She glanced back at Anya, who gave her an encouraging nod. With a combination of nerves and determination, Lexa walked across the room toward Clarke.

As she approached, Clarke looked up, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "Hi," Lexa said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'm Lexa. Mind if I join you?"

Clarke's smile widened, and she gestured to the empty seat beside her. "Not at all. I'm Clarke. It's nice to meet you, Lexa."

[memethebum]

Here’s a late fic for SoMa day/MereMay :)

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Soul Evans knew fate was cruel, yet he still jogged past the wet grass and beaten dirt pathway that led to the servant’s lodging for the Deathton estate.

He let out a low breath as he stopped in front of a small window which had the paint chipped away at odd corners by the sea breeze before feeling his heart skip a beat once he rapped his knuckles against the glass.

His lips bent into a large grin once the window flung open and revealed a young woman with flaxen hair and mossy pupils, only to release a chuckle as their cheeks were pushed against one anothers’ in the midst of her pulling him through the window.

“You’re late,” Maka giggled before they both plopped down onto her bed, earning her a hum from Soul while he began to rummage through his pocket.

“Sorry, I…uh was gettin’ you something,” the man replied as he watched the young woman arch one of her eyebrows at the statement.

He cracked another large smile before revealing a small leather pouch from his pocket and handing it to Maka.

The young woman wasted no time in slipping open the small pack, causing her to release a muffled gasp as she pulled out a small heart-shaped ruby necklace.

“I-uh thought it’d be nice to return the favor,” Soul mumbled while displaying the heart-shaped emerald necklace which Maka had gifted him during one of their visits to the port surrounding Death Village.

Maka then regarded the young man with a large grin before shifting her hands ontop the mattress in order to reach upwards and plant a kiss onto his forehead.

“Help me put it on” the young woman whispered while she turned around and swiped her hair to the side, probing Soul to hum in understanding and gently wrap the jewelry across her neck.

The young man then watched as her forest green pupils looked downwards at his gift before lovingly gazing upwards at him once more, eliciting him to press his body closer towards her own even though the scales underneath his skin seemed to be burning.

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Soul Evans knew fate was cruel, yet he still flinched when he walked into his family’s grand dining room and saw that a young woman adorned in a prim ballgown had been the expected guest which his family invited for dinner.

He was able to suffer through some pleasantries before Wes placed his fork onto the tablecloth and cleared his throat.

“My brother hopes that your visit to our estate has been pleasurable, Princess Anya,” Wes then exclaimed, causing Soul’s blood to boil at how he definitely had no such hopes, nonetheless knew who exactly his family had invited over for dinner.

“Oh-um yes, everything has been splendid!” Anya exclaimed as she flashed a small smile at Soul, who attempted to placate a smile onto his face until he heard his father let out a small cough.

“We’re glad to hear that. It should serve as good insight of when you’d like the wedding ceremony to be held,” the eldest Evans then added while Soul ran his thumb against the smooth emerald which his necklace had been crafted from and wondered whether mending past mistakes was the actual motive for his father attempting to marry him off.

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Soul Evans knew fate was cruel, yet he still tossed in his bedcovers and swam circles around the town’s cove due to his restlessness over the marriage and what it for-bode about his relationship with Maka.

He finally mustered enough courage to sneak onto the grounds of the Deathton estate once more before noticing Maka lounging against the stump of a large tree with a book tucked under her nose.

“Hello there Soul,” a voice then hummed, probing the young man to jump in place and turn around to find Kid standing beside the estate’s backyard door.

“Hey,” Soul mumbled while twisting his head backwards to see that the young woman had vanished from her spot underneath the tree.

“Is there any particular reason why you’re standing deep in thought in my estate’s backyard?” Kid then questioned, causing Soul to let out a huff.

“No, I-I was just abouta’ leave,” the young man added as he began to walk in the direction of his family’s estate.

“I’m sure she’d want an explanation, and I’m definitely sure you know how much of a mistake it’d be to go through with an unhappy marriage,” Kid then shouted back, forcing Soul to stop in his tracks and tightly ball his fists at his friend’s insight.

That’s the thing, it doesn’t matter what makes me happy…not with this curse Soul lamented to himself while feeling his shoulders begin to tense at the mere thought of telling Maka the complete and utter truth.

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Soul Evans knew fate was cruel, yet he could hardly care less as he slowly started to notice how each of his family’s guests would regard him with sharp eyes and even sharper tongues without even knowing about the curse which had inflicted him for years.

The observation allowed him to finally rally the courage to explain the truth to Maka, which then spurred him into a quick jog across the dirt path and towards her bedroom window.

He was soon greeted with the sound of wood slamming against the wind, probing him to discern that the young woman had seemingly left her window open and disappeared into the night.

The young man felt as if his heart was going to rupture through his chest while he sprinted past the estate grounds and onto the shoreline, only for his heart to grow completely still once he noticed a figure seated upon the coarse sand of the beach.

He then took a few tentative steps towards Maka, who kept her eyes glued on the ocean before he stopped just a few feet away from her.

“Maka…” Soul attempted to start as he felt his body grow heavy while watching the young woman run her sleeves against her puffed eyes and then gaze directly at him.

“I see you come down here by yourself sometimes,” she stated, probing the young man’s throat to go dry.

“I-“

“I don’t want to know why you chose someone else over me, but-but at least tell me what exactly you’ve been hiding from me,” she exclaimed before rubbing the edge of her nightgown across her eyes once more as Soul dropped to his knees in front of her.

“I could never choose anyone over you. Maka..the truth is-is, I thought keepin’ you in the dark was the only way I could protect you. But, I was just bein’ too much of a coward to show you the truth,” Soul added while he tentatively ran his fingers through the small patch of sand between them.

“Show me what?” the young woman commented, probing Soul to let out a sigh before rising once more and walking towards the gentle waves spilling out from the ocean.

He looked back to see Maka gaping at him like a fish, which elicited him to flash a weak smile in her direction as he walked until the cool water hit his torso and then began to strip himself of his clothing.

The young man proceeded to dive downwards, relishing in the feeling of the waves melting his skin away before resurfacing to find the young woman knee deep within the ocean with a distraught look on her face.

“It’s alright…,” Soul exclaimed while hoisting himself onto a jagged boulder and allowing the moonlight to illuminate the red and black speckled tail which had replaced his legs.

He then heard Maka let out an audible gasp as he began to rub his neck in apprehension.

“My father had tricked a witch when I was really young, so she cursed me into slowly becomin’ a merman. The only way to stop the curse is for me to marry into royalty but fuck-“ Soul coughed out before feeling his throat begin to tighten at his own words.

“I-I could never marry anyone else, Maka. It probably sounds a bit cliché, but my heart only belongs to you. But-but I’m also terrified of breakin’ your heart if this curse were to separate us forever, so I thought I’d get myself married off before that even happened,” the young man then elaborated while noticing the way Maka’s eyes widened at his statement.

“I know now that I was a idiot and so fuckin’ selfish for makin’ that decision on my own. I want whatever makes you happy, so if you decide you can’t forgive me for leavin’ you in the dark all this time…I’ll leave you alone,” Soul then finished, allowing the clamorous sound of the waves crashing against the rocky shoreline to fill the terse air between them.

The young man sat completely still as Maka began to trudge towards him, causing him to wonder whether the moisture under her eyes had come from her tears or the damp ocean breeze.

She then came to a complete stop in front of his seated position before slowly reaching her palms forward to cup his cheeks.

The young man flinched at the sudden action, only to watch as Maka bowed her head and quietly released a new set of tears.

“You’re such a fool sometimes. Did you really think I wouldn’t want to work through this together? Well, I love you too much to let something like this stop me from-from wanting to be with you…” the young woman whimpered while Soul began to run his fingers against the stream of tears across her face.

A small silence passed between them as they both attempted to regain their composure, only for Soul to suck in a breath when he felt Maka’s hands begin to pull his own hands away from her face.

His expression remained dumbfounded until Maka tipped her head forwards and brushed his worries away by planting her lips against his.

Soul then snaked his arms around her torso and deepened the kiss, allowing the young woman to knock against his bare skin and gleaming scales.

They remained latched against one another before breaking free with a mutual sigh, probing Maka to rest her head against his and glide her fingertips towards his heart.

Soul then took a moment to admire how the moonlight illuminated her face, only for his eyes to catch the faint glint of the ruby necklace strung around her neck and realize he was right where he belonged.

[forkyyyy]

INTRO fork

MY NAME IS FORKY!!! Or Fan, Michael, Trauma Meatgrinder. You also can call me by my real name(Anya) if we're close friends!!:3

She/her > they/them, 16 YEARS OLD, rus/eng/lt

INFJ, pansexual quoiromantic demigirl, autism spectrum, mom friend, a russian speaking, furry

DNI!!! Everything LGBT-phobic, talking about politics, basic dni, sexualization.

TRIGGERS!!! Real videos and/or photos of harm being done, monkeys, pigs, water bear, syringes.

Main fandoms are Object show, DSaF, DnB, Block Tales, Dandy's world, Pressure, idk random roblox games like Ocean Terror, PHIGHTING!

Main kins are Bambi(DnB), Bandu(DnB), Dave/Davetrap(DSaF), Fan(II), Vee(DW), Angeredfish(OT)

I LOVE!!! Paleontology!!! Please talk about dinosaurs and weird animals with me!!!

I am studying to be a cook (if u even care)

You can always text me or send smth funny, id love to make friends in this app!

Oh and before we start talking about fandom ships — im selfshipper, and im super uncomfortable with almost EVERY pairing in EVERY fandom... Sorry ☹️

I HAVE TWO EXOTIC CATS AND ONE SAINT BERNARD DOG!!! I Love them!

I have a bad memory. Sorry for ignoring or forgetting something, my mind is always full of random stuff or I'm busy! Don't be shy to remind me of something!!!

Mostly i DON'T use translation, so sorry if my text looks weird

I ASSOCIATE MYSELF WITH FOXES AND OWLS!!!

Salty > sweet

I am a very timid person, and even though I can call a dog cute on the internet, in real life I will tremble with fear at the sight of the same dog

MY SUPER COOL OC

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Yeh THE BABYGIRL THAT CHANGED MY LIFE IS BLOCKY BFB im absolutely obsessed with him!! GrrrrRRR please draw Foku and Blocky together and I will pray for your health all my life

I listen to the порез на собаке, 4 позиции Бруно, птицу емъ the most, also Jazmin Bean and random things :33 ALSO THE ONIBI SERIES BY MASA WORKS DESIGN IS SO MY VIBES HELP!!! ITS MY OST ITS HOW I SOUND LIKE

Gonna add more stuff in future cuz i forgot everything about myself again

FOKUBLOCKS FOREVER 🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥

[arewecoolio]

⛅️ pretty please :D

🌤️ - Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

jealous Alcina and smug Miranda on anyone’s bingo card?

Alcina’s voice cuts like a knife, forcing your focus to dinner. “Not at the dinner table.”

To Karl, who’s holding his fork so tightly you can see it bending slowly. “Why not talk about this?” He lifts his chin in Alcina’s direction first, “first Egotistical Bitch, and now Mother Miranda.” He leans forward, and his eyes lock with you. “Are you fucking our mother?”

Everyone’s heads turn towards you. You stare back at a loss for words. Before you reach over and cup your hands over Anya’s ears, “...I have not fucked anyone here.” In your peripheral you catch what looks like Angie sliding Cassandra money.

Alcina’s quick to ask with a definite edge of anger. “Are there other people you’ve fucked?”

You’re taken aback, because honestly where does she even get the audacity? “No.” Cassandra slides the money back to Angie.

You let go of Anya’s head, and hope they take the hint. Karl turns to Alcina, and you pray–”You didn’t even screw her?” Only minimally better.

“I shouldn’t have to explain the intricacies of seduction to you.”

Angie is the next one to speak up, “Hate to break it to you, but that wasn’t seduction if Y/N moved on that quickly.” She cackles at the end of the sentence and Anya looks around confused, but smiling.

“As far as any of you need be concerned,” Miranda says and everyone quickly quiets out of respect. You don’t bother to glance at her, still in your own pit of exasperation. “I may take a lover if I want.”

Which causes just as much of an uproar as expected.

You scowl at her, “not helping.” Just for her to smirk at you and lift the spoon to her mask, and suddenly the food disappears.

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i predict your most annoying era of all time will be dune messiah

fork found in kitchen ass prediction. ofc it will be. it's the convergence of my two very favourite things: dune(messiah) and incest ships (feat. anya taylor joy) and florence pugh is also there!!!!

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The 1997 Anastasia movie, while most likely being most people’s introduction to the Romanov Family and their history, was incredibly inaccurate.

Here are some of those inaccuracies

In the first opening moments, of the film we see the Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna boarding the carriage to go to the ball. The footman greets her as Your Highness. In fact, the Dowager Empress addressed as Your Imperial Highness (there was a huge difference as Princess and Princesses were only entitled Your Highness.)

The Romanov Tercentennial was in fact 1913, not 1916.

In 1916, as the movie claims, Anastasia is 8. In fact, Anastasia was born in 1901, making her actually 15 at the time of the ball.

When we see Anastasia greet her grandmother at the ball, Marie Feodorovna wears a wedding ring on her left hand. In Russian Orthodoxy, the wedding band is worn on the right hand.

When the ‘evil’ Rasputin party-crashes the ball, Nicholas tells him he is a traitor. In the time Rasputin spent with the family, there was never any evidence that he betrayed them. He offered them his support, albeit for questionable reasons, but was only sent away for a short time by the Tsar under pressure from his ministers.

The raid of the Winter Palace occurred well into 1917, not 1916 as portrayed in the film. By this time, Nicholas had already abdicated (March of 1917) and they were imprisoned first at the Alexander Palace, then in the Governor’s mansion in Tobolsk, before being moved to the Ipatiev House in 1918, where they were ultimately murdered. The murder of the imperial family did not happen until two years after the ball in the film.

When Anastasia runs back to her room to retrieve her music box, we see the room to be rather “royal-looking” with a single large bed in the corner. Anastasia shared a room with her older sister Marie for all of their childhood, and their beds were in fact camp-beds; hard and not as luxurious as other royalty’s of the time.

Ten Years Later, 1926, Anya leaves the orphanage for a job at the fish market. When Anastasia reaches the fork in the road, the sign says Saint Petersburg. During the Great War, St. Petersburg was renamed Petrograd, a less German-sounding name. After communist leader Vladimir Lenin died in 1924, it became Leningrad, when it did not become Saint Petersburg again until 1991. Throughout the film this inaccuracy is repeated, most significantly in the song Rumor in Saint Petersburg. One would think even the peasants would be accustomed to a new name of their city after 10-15 years.

When Anastasia reaches the train station, the station guard wears the red cap with the Soviet crest. This crest wasn’t used in fact until the 1930s. It was only 1926.

A number of times, the peasants and Dmitri call her The Princess. In Russia, this would have been a great offense to her title, as Anastasia had always been, a Grand Duchess. The title Princess ranks significantly under Grand Duchess

Anya, is in fact a Russian nickname for Anna, not Anastasia. Anya was the name of her mother’s lady-in-waiting and close friend Anna Vyrubova. Anastasia’s nickname was Nastya, Nastia or shvibzik “imp”.

In 1926, the Catherine Palace was being used as a museum and its park area was open to the public, not quite as run down as in the film. 

It wasn’t also the Imperial Family’s home, as suggested; they preferred the comfort and privacy of the Alexander Palace at Tsarskoe Selo, a little while outside the city.

When Olga, Tatiana and Marie come down to dance with their sister during the song, they all look to be around the same height. In truth, Anastasia was much shorter than her sisters. Tatiana was the tallest in the family, standing at around 5’9

The same mistake was made with Nicholas. When he and Alexandra come out of the portrait, he looks to be much taller than Alix; he, like his daughter, was actually rather short, only about 5’6, and stood around the same height as his wife.

When Bartok watches Vlad, Anastasia and Dmitri leave the ball room, he says All the Romanovs are dead. This simply wasn’t true.  In 1919, around 30 Romanovs managed to escape via various methods, including the Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna.

On the boat to France, Rasputin attempts to force Anya to jump off the side of the ship. She dreams she sees her father, sisters and brother playing in water. Nicholas calls her “Sunshine”, which was actually the nickname of her little brother, Alexei.

In this same dream, Alexei jumps from the top of the cliff down into the water. It was well-known that Alexei had a severe type 2 case of hemophilia, and there was no way Nicholas nor any of the sisters would have allowed him to make such a dangerous leap.

When the gang are journeying to Paris, they hope to meet the Dowager Empress. In 1926, Marie was actually living in Denmark, after the death of her beloved sister, Queen Alexandra of England the year before.

When Anastasia meets Sophie, she is asked how she likes her tea. Anastasia tells her she doesn’t like tea. But there have been many anecdotes of the real Anastasia drinking tea in the mornings and afternoons with her sisters and parents. (This of course may have changed as she aged).

When Dimitri refers to Anya and the Dowager Empress as ‘your grace’ this title is also incorrect. “Your Grace” was commonly used only amongst non-royal dukes and duchesses, and archbishops of the United kingdom.

When Vladimir announces ‘we have found the heir to the Russian throne’, this is completely innacurate. Even as the closest surviving member to the last Tsar, Anastasia would, sadly, have no right to the throne. There were around 30 dynastic members of the family surviving in 1926, and many available males. In Imperial Russia, the line of succession was strictly male-primogeniture; the eldest son would inherit the throne. In 1926, by law, this male would be the Grand Duke Cyril Vladimirovich.

The Dowager Empress could not have possibly had the means to offer a 10 million ruble reward for the return of her granddaughter. The Romanov fortune had all but disappeared and she largely relied on the charity of the English and Danish Royal Family.

The biggest inaccuracy, however, was that Anastasia survived. She, along with the rest of her family, were murdered by the Bolsheviks in 1918