#thread: anya

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@coreofgold

Diana had busied herself with getting her apartment ready for Anya to stay over. She was so excited for the night. She'd made a ton of snacks, and tried to make the place feel as cozy as possible. She grins when she hears the door, opening it for her. "Anya!"

[sassa-fiske]

who: @anyaexe when: a few days after the 13th where: a café or the likes on campus

Sassa was sick of this. She knew other people were getting texts from whoever G was, perpetually one step ahead of everyone. And she knew they couldn't be that good at what they were doing. They associated with Charlie Fletcher for fucks sake. It was just a matter of the right person having the right motivation to track them down.

Maybe she could be that person.

She slid into a seat across from Anya, reminiscent of their last meeting - which they had been quite successful on. Hopefully that pattern could continue. Not bothering with any small talk, Sassa angled her head to one side as she met Anya's gaze with a tight smile. "Have you ever looked into this psychopath who apparently knows all the secrets about Greer?" And her. But whatever. It's not like she was taking the fact that they had somehow arranged the news about Greer maybe possibly being dead on her birthday personally at all or anything.

[radicalrascals]

Closed starter for @xthatboylukex - Luke and Anya

Anya groaned as she slowly came to consciousness, her head throbbing from the aftermath of last night's gig and subsequent party. She blinked against the dim morning light filtering through the mismatched curtains of her small, chaotic flat. Posters of bands plastered the walls, a jumble of instruments and clothes littered the floor, but there was a certain cosy charm to the clutter. As she struggled to sit up on the sagging couch, her eyes landed on Luke, her imaginary friend who had stuck around since childhood.

"Don't say 'I told you so,'" she muttered, her voice hoarse, as she rubbed her temples and swung her legs off the couch. "I already know." With a wry smile, she staggered to her feet. "I feel knackered. Don't tell me we've got places to be today. It ain't happening."

[mari-zuko]

who: @anyaexe​ when: very late on nye (or technically v early on new years day ig) where: their room 🥰

Mari stalked back into her room in the chalet, her posture stiff and tension visible in her jaw. She didn’t know how late it was, just that midnight had come and gone and that yet another New Year’s had been utterly disappointing. As she swung the door open, letting the door bang into the wall behind it, any mask or attempt to pretend she had a good night off before she realized Anya was already there. “Shit. Sorry,” she muttered, wincing a little. “Didn’t think anyone would be here,” she said by way of explanation, shutting the door behind her far more gently than she had opened it.

[fatelincs]

Closed Starter || @oflakeview​ || Bonnie & Anya

“Oh Anya, you’re home brilliant.” There were rare times that Bonnie took over the Madsen kitchen. Usually she tried to keep her experiments to the work kitchen but at times she just wanted to come home. “Here I need you to try this, it’s a new vegan recipe I want to trial for the diner.”

[maxiwrites]

@ameswrites​ | anya&&tomi

with all of her equipment set out around her, anya was sure she was a sight to see: a young woman sitting alone in a graveyard as dusk fell, surrounded by her ghost hunting tools that to anyone else would just look like a handful of electronics, occasionally beeping and lighting up. humming softly, she dug her sketchpad out of her bag and flipped to a clean page. she’d been vaguely aware of someone else in the cemetery earlier, but she tended to keep to herself on her hunts.

[jvnimo]

@silvcrlining​, @dcwdrops // As much as Anya prided herself on her knowledge of all the valley’s ins and outs, the mines were not her forte. The dark, cramped, and monster-infested caves never piqued her interest like the forest’s hidden, grass, and sunlit pockets. However, wherever someone needed help, Anya always nosed her way in. So she found herself in the mines, strapped with a borrowed sword, pickaxe, a pack full of snacks, and of course two more to her search party. The town had made “quick” work clearing the avalanche over a couple days, but nobody knew where the slime hunters were now. Each crunchy step echoed under their feet, and Anya’s eyes darted continuously in every direction.

“I don’t see any ladders. I think we need to dig around for one,” she said to the others, acting an expert despite her novice experience.

[mcriexbeaumcnt]

🌷- one of our muses gifts the other with a flower

“Oh this is perfect.” Marie beamed, taking the flower the other handed to her and fixing it to the flower crown, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she examined her work. “I think these might be some of the best flower crowns ever if I do say myself. Don’t you think?”

@optimismi​