#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]

[elevanscapsicle]

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

[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!

[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

[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.

[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."

[mdshh]

Vacation is going good 😌

[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.

[homesickwhispers]

together.

(Van X Reader.)

When you and Van are out of the town for a weekend getaway, the worst happens and you have to deal with it, together.

(this was a request and I hope the sweet person who asked for this likes it🫶💗)

Van had booked us a cozy hotel for the weekend, nestled a little ways out of town but not too far—a perfect escape for just the two of us. No distractions, no obligations. Just us.

Last night had been incredible. We barely left the bed, only getting up to eat, and even then, we did it together, close and relaxed.

It felt so good to be wrapped up in him, whether we were making love or simply lying there, breathing in each other’s presence. His warmth, his steady breath beside me—it was all I needed.

I never imagined marriage would feel like this. People talked about how things changed, how the spark faded after time.

But with Van, it was different. He was still everything. Whether we were tangled in sheets, talking about nothing in particular, or enjoying the quiet, just being with him felt right.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” Van murmured as he kissed the back of my hand while we settled down for dinner, his lips soft against my skin. “Can’t wait to take this off you.”

I laughed, feeling the warmth rise to my cheeks. After almost eight years together—marriage and a child later—he still had this way of making me feel like I was the only person in the room.

The butterflies in my stomach never seemed to fade, no matter how much time passed.

I wasn’t saying everything had been easy—far from it. We’d had our ups and downs, fights that felt like they’d never end, sleepless nights with a newborn, and the constant juggle of our careers.

But moments like this, when it was just us, reminded me why it was all worth it. He made it all worth it.

“I like this dress too much,” I teased, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Maybe we should try to keep it on tonight.”

Van chuckled, that deep, familiar sound that always made me smile. “You know it won’t last five minutes before it’s on the floor.”

I rolled my eyes but before I could respond, a call came right in the middle of dinner—Van’s phone buzzing on the table, his mother’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hey, Mum,” Van answered casually, still smiling. But his face changed in an instant, his body stiffening. “Wait, slow down… What? Hospital?” His voice grew sharper, alarm cutting through the warmth in his tone. I dropped my fork, my stomach twisting as I watched him.

“What’s going on?” I mouthed, panic already creeping into my chest.

Van stood up abruptly, pacing as his mother explained something over the phone, but I couldn’t make out her words. All I knew was that something was terribly wrong.

“Is she—” Van’s voice cracked, and that was all I needed to hear.

“Our daughter,” I whispered, fear crashing down on me. I reached for his hand, needing some kind of anchor as the world started spinning out of control.

Van hung up the phone, his face pale and eyes wide. “We need to go. Now.”

“What happened?” I asked, my voice shaky. “Is she—?”

“She’s at the hospital. Mum said she got a fever out of nowhere, and they think it’s sepsis. We have to get back,” he said, his voice tight with urgency. He was already grabbing his jacket, his movements frantic. “She’s with Mum now. They’re running tests, but we need to be there.”

I nodded, trying to hold back the tears, but the fear was overwhelming. We rushed out the door, the night that had started so perfectly now a distant memory. Nothing mattered except getting to Anya.

A thousand thoughts flooded my mind at once. Sepsis? How did this happen? Why weren’t we there?

The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. Every second that passed was agonizing, my mind filled with worst-case scenarios.

I glanced over at Van, who was gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. His jaw was set, eyes focused on the road, but I knew him well enough to see the fear beneath the surface.

When we finally arrived, we sprinted through the hospital doors, not caring about anything else but finding her. Van’s mum met us in the waiting room, her face lined with worry.

I let out a shaky breath, relief mixing with the ongoing anxiety. “Where is she, Can we see her?”

“I’m afraid not, (Y/N). The doctors are still with her,” his mum said, standing to meet us. “She’s a little better now, but they’re keeping her under close observation.”

I felt my knees buckle, and Van quickly grabbed my arm to steady me. The relief of knowing she was still fighting was overwhelming, but the fear hadn’t left. Not until I could hold her, touch her, and know she was going to be okay.

“I’m sorry,” Van’s mum whispered. “I did everything I could, but it came on so fast.”

“It’s not your fault,” Van said gently, pulling her into a hug. “You were with her when we couldn’t be. Thank you.”

I glanced around the room, my mind racing again. “My mum…she hasn’t tried to—”

“No,” Van’s mum cut me off firmly. “She’s nowhere near her. I promise you that.”

I nodded, feeling a slight relief at that. If there was one thing I didn’t have the strength for right now, it was dealing with her.

The doctor finally came out a few minutes later, and we rushed toward him. “She’s stable for now,” he said. “We caught it in time, but she’ll need to stay here for close monitoring.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Stable. Our little girl was stable.

Van wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight as we both stood there, shaken but together.

“Thank you, so much Doctor.” I said, my voice almost giving up.

“Of course, she is a fighter. She’s getting a much needed rest now and soon you’ll be able to see her, okay?”

“See? She’s strong, just like her mum,” Van whispered into my hair, his voice trembling. I held onto him tighter, my heart still racing but full of love.

Van and I stayed in the hospital for hours, glued to the uncomfortable chairs outside our daughter’s room. We had been able to see her for a brief moment—tubes in her tiny arm, her face pale but peaceful as she slept under the nurses’ watchful eyes.

It broke me to see her like that, so fragile and hooked up to machines. But the doctors assured us they had caught the sepsis early enough, and with the right treatment, she would recover.

Still, every minute felt like an eternity.

Van hadn’t left my side, his hand tightly gripping mine as we sat in the quiet hallway. His mum had gone home to rest after making sure we were there, promising to return first thing in the morning. For now, it was just the two of us, both exhausted but unable to close our eyes.

“You okay?” Van asked softly, turning to me, his blue eyes clouded with worry.

I nodded, though I didn’t feel okay. “I will be. I just—God, Van, if anything had happened to her…”

“She’s going to be fine,” he said firmly, his voice barely above a whisper. “She’s strong.

I rested my head on his shoulder, the warmth of his body a small comfort in the cold, sterile hospital. “I keep thinking… What if we hadn’t gotten that call? What if we were far away from the country when this happened?”

“We’re here now,” he replied, kissing the top of my head. “That’s what matters.”

But I couldn’t shake the guilt gnawing at me. I had been so focused on my career, on the tour, that I hadn’t even considered that something like this could happen.

The thought of my daughter lying in a hospital bed while I was miles away made my stomach churn.

Van must have sensed my thoughts because he squeezed my hand again. “It’s not your fault, love. We couldn’t have known.”

“I just feel so…helpless,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “Like I should have been there. What kind of mother am I if I’m always gone?”

“You’re an incredible mother,” Van said, turning to look at me directly, his voice steady and sure. “You love her, you take care of her, and you’ve sacrificed so much for her. Don’t ever doubt that.”

I let out a shaky breath, my eyes welling with tears. “I just don’t know if I can keep doing this. Being away from her for so long, missing out on things… What if something like this happens again?”

Van’s gaze softened, and he reached up to wipe a tear that had slipped down my cheek. “We’ll figure it out,” he said gently. “Maybe it’s time to take a break from the road. Be home more. We don’t have to do this forever.”

His words hit me hard. We had been going nonstop for so long, caught up in the whirlwind of tours and shows, that I hadn’t stopped to think about the toll it was taking on all of us. Maybe Van was right. Maybe it was time to slow down, to be there for our daughter more, to give her the stability she deserved.

“I just want to be with her,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

“And we will be,” Van promised. “As long as she needs us.”

We sat there in silence for a long time, his words sinking in. For the first time in a while, I felt like I could breathe, like maybe we could find a way to make this work.

“Thank you for being here for me,” I whispered, turning to Van, my heart swelling with gratitude.

The years leading up to this point had been anything but easy.

We had tried to get pregnant for months, only to face disappointment after disappointment. There were times when I thought I couldn’t handle it anymore, when the weight of it all felt like too much.

And then there was my mom—fighting with her and having to make the painful decision to cut her out of our daughter’s life had left scars I wasn’t sure would ever heal. And after all that, the birth. The tear. The recovery. Every moment had been a battle.

But through it all, Van never left my side.

He was always there. Always steady, always reminding me that we could get through it together.

He’d told me once, back when we first met, that he knew he was going to marry me someday. I used to laugh it off, tell him he was crazy for being so sure so early on.

But now, I understood. Now, I knew exactly what he meant.

He would never leave my side.

Van opened his eyes, groggy but smiling. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You’ve been my world since day one. You know that, right?”

I nodded, biting back tears. “I do now.”

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “We’re in this together. Always.”

Van’s words hung in the air, wrapping around me like a blanket of warmth. I leaned into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he held me close. It had been years since that first spark, but the love between us only deepened with time.

As I rested my head against his shoulder, I thought about everything we had overcome together—every hurdle, every tear, every moment where I wasn’t sure I could keep going. But Van had always been there, reminding me that I didn’t have to do it alone.

I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

“I don’t say it enough,” I murmured into his shirt, my fingers tracing small patterns on his chest. “But you really are everything to me. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Van shifted, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for, you know that? I’m just here to love you—and our little girl.” His smile softened. “And trust me, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

The mention of our daughter brought a surge of emotion. Even through all the hardships—the failed attempts, the difficult birth, and everything with my mom—it had all been worth it the moment I held her in my arms. Our little family was my greatest joy.

After what felt like an eternity, the nurse finally called us to see Anya.

As we reached the room, her eyes fluttered open when she heard us. “Mommy… Daddy…” she whispered, her voice weak but unmistakably hers.

“Hey, sweet girl,” I said softly, sitting down beside her and gently brushing her hair away from her forehead. “We’re here now.”

Van leaned over, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re a fighter, Anya. We know you’ll pull through this.”

We sat with her, holding her hands, trying to keep the fear at bay. I couldn’t think about what might happen—I wouldn’t let my mind go there. We had to believe she would be okay. There was no other option.

As the minutes ticked by, the weight of the moment pressed down on us, but in that room, surrounded by the quiet beeping of the monitors, I knew one thing for certain: we would do whatever it took to protect her, to bring her back to full health.

Van squeezed my hand, his eyes meeting mine. “We’re not leaving her side,” he said softly, as if reading my thoughts. “Not for a second.”

And in that moment, I knew we were in this together—just as we always had been. We would face whatever came next, no matter how hard or terrifying, as a family.

Van wrapped his arms around both of us and I held back the tears.

We were a team—through the highs and the lows—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The future was ours, and whatever challenges it might bring, we’d face them together. Always.

[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.

[wulfhalls]

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

[treason-and-plot]

“Do you like your dinner, Dad?” asks Henrietta. “I helped Apollo cook it. I’m very, very good at cooking, you know!”

“I’m sure you are, Princess,” says Roy while Henrietta’s sisters make scoffing noises and roll their eyes. Why anyone would prefer to eat slices of pale, insipid veal over a juicy piece of rib-eye steak is beyond Roy’s comprehension. He supposes the dish that’s in front of him could have been a lot worse, though- it could have been served with a mushroom sauce. One should always be grateful for small mercies.

“Hey, guess what?” he says, looking around the table. “Something really exciting happened today!”

Violet smiles at him.

“I got Harrison Steiner a six-figure sponsorship deal with Herbalife!” Roy says. Violet’s smile stiffens.

“Who’s Harrison Steiner?” says Joanna.

“He plays soccer with the Bridgeport Eels,” says Angus.

“That’s right, Son,” says Roy. “He’s only just turned eighteen, and already the world's his oyster. All thanks to my business acumen, expert negotiating tactics and extensive networking skills!”

“He’s also super-fast, has incredible mastery of the ball and is a machine when it comes to kicking goals,” says Angus.

“Well, okay, that too,” shrugs Roy.

“Actually, that’s not our only exciting news,” says Violet, putting down her knife and fork. “Would you like to tell everyone what else happened today, Roy?”

“Why don’t you tell them?" says Roy, stabbing at his veal. “Seeing as you were the one lucky enough to receive the phone call.”

“Okay,” says Violet. “This afternoon the people who are looking after your mother rang me, and they said we’re all allowed to go and visit her tomorrow! Isn’t that fantastic?”

The girls exchange glances.

“What’s wrong?” says Roy.

“We don’t want to go to a mental hospital,” says Alexandra. “It sounds scary.”

“It’s not a hospital, it’s a treatment facility,” says Violet. “It’s a lovely old country house surrounded by beautiful lawns and oak trees. Your father’s been there to visit people lots of times, haven’t you Roy?”

“Yeah, that’s right. In fact, your own Grandma's been a patient there!” says Roy. “As well as Freddie and at least a dozen more of my clients. You know, they should name a wing after me after all the business I’ve sent their way. Or at least offer me some type of discount. But instead they can't even offer me the courtesy of a phone call. Anyway, to answer your question, Alex, it’s not a scary place at all. Quite the opposite, in fact.” He hate-chews his last sliver of veal and pushes his chair back. “I don’t mean to break up the party, but I’ve got to go and see Anya soon, so can you all cut the chit-chat and eat a bit quicker so we can fit in a game of kicky bag or something before I have to race off?”