Anastasia Stark

Informant for everything the goes bump in the night--time to bump back. [Indie OC RP/ Multifandom/ Semi-selective/ 21+]

[anastasiastark]

Memories||Closed RP

[minxchester]

Dean snorted, shaking his head in dismissal. “I can promise you, even if anyone in the hunting world ever found out that I had erased their golden boy Winchester from my brain, they’d never learn who helped me. But if you’re serious…fine. Name your price.” She sounded like she meant business, and Dean didn’t always like playing by others’ rules. But he needed this spell.

[anastasiastark]

Anna was surprised that he didn’t put up a fight. She figured there would be some sort of resistance and had a plan for it, but Dean threw her off completely. “A sword.”

“I mean, it’s a sword from a knight of hell. If you can help me get it without my death being involved, I’ll get you that spell.” Anna knew it was a tall order. Knights weren’t too keen on sharing, especially when sharing a sword given to them by Lucifer, but it was what she needed and she knew if anyone could do it, it would be him.

[anastasiastark]

Give and Take || Closed RP

[anastasiastark]

Crowley quickly laid beside Anna, but not too close. He put the other blanket over them both, using his heels to weigh it down on his end. “Alright, before the wind gets too terrible, lay back and watch the sky. And don’t get too close….” He seemed nervous, certainly not quipping as much as he was capable.

As soon as he was sure she was ready and watching, he lifted his chin and pursed his lips, like he was about to whistle or something. Slowly and carefully, a stream of bright red smoke rose from his lips. But instead of blowing off into the wind, the smoke seemed to fight against it, rolling and diving around like a kite.

It wasn’t long before the stream was a large plume, curling around over Anna, catching the light. There seemed to be an impossible volume of it, and when it was all out in the air, Crowley’s meatsuit sagged, lifeless.

Anna couldn’t take her eyes off of the spectacle. Normally when she saw demons this way, it only gave her fear and anxiety. This was a completely different experience. She watched in wonder, her lips parted slightly. This felt so different-- it felt...safe. Like nothing could ever hurt her in this moment.

“What a beautiful shade of red...” 

[firstbladewielder]

Help me Damnit | Closed RP

[anastasiastark]

“No the crappy puns were a predicting condition, how do you know I don’t mean it literally?” He challenged, walking to the door. “Are you saying I’m no longer young and beautiful? That just hurts” he teased with a laugh.

“It better not be a pun-- I’m counting on that ‘pretty’ statement to keep up my self esteem for at least the rest of the day. The hell part better be, though.” She tugged on her jacket and grabbed a standard issue looking green army duffel bag.

“Dean, you will always be my prettiest princess, don’t you worry.” Anna grinned up at him. It almost felt like they had become instant friends again--almost. It was at the back of her mind, like the faint ringing in people’s ears that they forget if they don’t think about it. The feeling of dread was ever present.

“So, where are we headed?”

[firstbladewielder]

Help me Damnit | Closed RP

[anastasiastark]

He laughed, amused but with a twinge of cruelty. “Take you with me? Are you sure you really want that. You’re a pretty young thing, I’d hate to drag you to hell and back”

She grabbed her jacket from the couch to her left and turned to him with an expectant look on her face. “Did they teach you crappy puns in hell? Come on, I’m not gonna wait all day. Not to mention I’m not that young. I’m like, what, three years younger than you?”

Anna stood close to him now, looking up at him like he was small in her eyes despite the obvious height difference. “Come on, this way the blade stays near you and I make sure you don’t fuck up too bad.”

[anastasiastark]

Memories||Closed RP

[minxchester]

Her obvious recognition was startling, but Dean probably should have seen it coming. Anyone who knew enough about demons to react to him like she had would likely know the lore on the Winchesters–and the awful way that the family legacy had died. With him.

Dean sighed at her pressing questions, because she really wasn’t wrong. Sometimes, the distant echo of his late brother’s voice was all that leashed him anymore–and the Knighted hated it.

“I will happily pay you whatever you want,” he replied simply. “What happens to me afterward doesn’t need to worry you.”

[anastasiastark]

“See, that’s not exactly how this works. I help you go all Darth Vader while nixing the redemption arc and suddenly hunters want me dead too. If I help you, it can’t be just money. I want something money can’t buy, and I have just the thing in mind.”

Whatever Anna had planned for Dean, her tone insisted that he wasn’t going to enjoy it. A trade like this only happened every once in a lifetime-- if it even happened at all-- and if she was going to risk her own skin then she better be getting something well worth it.

[anastasiastark]

Give and Take || Closed RP

[anastasiastark]

Something about Anna’s response seemed to put a spring in Crowley’s step.

“I promise, you can take in the whole thing via the Netflix position – strictly spectator stuff. No danger, no exercise, no timeshare presentations.”

He had a look around. They were alone, no decent view of them to be had. Just a pretty, sunny day and a crisp, high wind. He spread out one of the blankets on the ground and started weighing down the corners against the wind with nearby nature-stuffs. “Get on, before it loses interest.”

Speaking of such, Crowley seemed uncharacteristically fine with all the nature he was in. The romance of a lovers’ picnic must’ve gotten to him.

Anna giggled at the flapping of the blanket and plopped down on it in her “Netflix position”-- also know as the “paint me like one of your french girls”. It would have been very enticing but her hair kept flying into her face and some strands decided they would rather be eaten than stay in their assigned stations.

After making some ‘pfft’ sounds to get the hair out of her mouth, she full out laughed, tears almost streaming down her face. “I am the picture of elegance. No wonder you like me so much!”

[anastasiastark]

Give and Take || Closed RP

[anastasiastark]

Crowley smirked to himself. A dick joke? He would never. “You haven’t seen cute yet.”

After popping out to pick up a nice picnic basket and a couple of blankets, Crowley let Anna pack a lunch and they went to find a nice spot at a nearby national park. It was a pleasant little hike in the crisp air and sunshine.

“So. Maybe I do have something planned. Maybe. Something small for me but possibly big for you. But before I drop something like that on you, I just have to know: how much of me are you really interested in? Is it just a superficial thing between us, or… are you interested in the deep, deep down? To the bone?”

“I’m not a fan of the superficial. What exactly do you have planned? Am I going to have to run for my life at some point because I didn’t bring my running shoes,” she looked down at her flats and kicked a pine cone with a childish grin on her face.  

[aintmadeforthisworld]

@anastasiastark

The hunter stared at her. “You really think that Negan’s men can be dealt with peacefully? Like they’re some kinda hippy rally underneath all that bloodshed?” He asks her with disbelief in his voice. “I’ve dealt with people like him my whole life. My old man was like him, my brother’s drug buddies were too..trust me there aint no way that they can be shown a different way cause they don’t wanna be.” 

[anastasiastark]

“Dealt with peacefully? No, it’s escalated too much already for either side to back down. Rick and Negan are both too proud for that.” Anna watched his expressions turn from shock to frustration. It was understandable-- they all had their burdens...

“All I’m sayin’ is that they a lot of Negan’s people were just, well, people before joining the Saviors. We’ve all changed so much because of what’s happened. It seems like the common factor for everyone that’s left is that...” Her voice hitched. She still wasn’t over the losses she had to endure. How could you when you see it every time you close your eyes? How could you when every time you felt the slightest bit of joy, you suddenly feel guilty-- like you don’t deserve to be happy because for some shitty reason you made it and they didn’t?

“We are all still alive...we all fight for the same thing. We all want to live. I refuse to believe that people aren’t good at heart...”

[anastasiastark]

Memories||Closed RP

[minxchester]

Dean smirked as she began to relax, pleased that she was at least willing to give him half a chance before storming out of the bar. “I’m Dean,” he replied, leaning one arm on the bar top and gesturing for a refill on his whiskey. “Pleasure to meet you. What do you mean by everything? My whole tragic life story, or just the memories I want to lose?”

[anastasiastark]

“Wait...Dean, as in Winchester?” Anna shut her eyes and clenched her jaw taking in a huge breath before looking at him again. “No need to tell me the tragic backstory now. I already know it. You and your brother are quite popular in the hunting community, ya know. Especially since you’re a demon now. Congrats on being outlaw number one on every hunters list ever.”

It was times like this where Anna was glad she wasn’t a hunter per say. “So you want to get rid of your memories of Sam, right? Wouldn’t the side effect of that make you even more likely to turn further to the dark side? What do I get in return? It’s gotta be life changing for something like this.”

[aintmadeforthisworld]

@anastasiastark

Daryl looked at her and shakes his head. Truth was he wanted to bolt but running away wasn’t going to solve anything even with everything that he has been through. “Ya know I aint real good at givin advice, but one thing that I can tell ya is to just aim ya sights on what gives ya drive. For me it’s gettin revenge on Negan and every single one of his piece of shit men that follow him around like a herd of sheep.” He growled as he speaks about them, venom in his words. 

[anastasiastark]

What gave her drive? She wasn’t really sure if that was something she had anymore. She had only recently joined Alexandria and didn’t really know many of them-- not well enough to actually form a profound bond with, anyway. 

“I wanna believe that people, even Negan’s, are still good at heart...” she whispered. “We’ve all been through so much...it’s hard to tell who started out good. I guess my drive is hoping that one day there won’t be anymore walkers and that we can just live normal lives again.” Anna looked up at him to gauge his reaction.

“That sounds pretty lame, doesn’t it? Fighting for peace when we all wanna kill each other?”

[anastasiastark]

Give and Take || Closed RP

[anastasiastark]

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were so sensitive about my looks.“ He secured the bandage with some clips, then gave the back of her forearm  – the side that wasn’t cut – an affectionate rub. “First things first, you have a roomful of food to pick from and I need to snag a basket so we don’t have to pour beer in our pockets, so shake a tailfeather. I can show you something worth complimenting later.“ 

“Not sure if that was a dick joke or if you really do have something planned.” Anna grinned teasingly at him, her nose scrunched. “And I’m not really a fan of beer, sweetness. I’m more of a hard cider type’o gal.” 

She stood to leave, but not before placing a kiss on his cheek. “So demanding. You’re lucky you’re cute or I wouldn’t take that kind of thing.” With that, she left him to go gather up food.

[anastasiastark]

Give and Take || Closed RP

[anastasiastark]

When the sigil was broken, Crowley waved his hand over the grisly mess and made it vanish – there would be no call to the sherrif now, nor to the cleaners. “Of course. I’ve gotten rather good at patching up hunters. Never mind why.“

Crowley brought Anna back into his room so they could sit on the side of the bed together and make use of his first aid kit. “Have anything against iodine? Maybe ointment would be less gruesome.” After putting the kit out on the bed, he snapped on a pair of latex gloves, held Anna’s forearm carefully and spread antibiotic ointment over the cut. “Next time, I’d say a syringe would do.”

He used a coulple of butterfly bandages to keep the cut closed, then began to dress it with gauze and an ace bandage. All as painless as possible. It was one of those weird moments when you might get the idea that Crowley could’ve been a surgeon. He was so delicate in this work, you’d never know how much harming he’d done at his dayjob. But it all used the same mindful skill. Knowledge of how the human body works. Of what hurts and what doesn’t. Applied with love, it was not unlike mercy.

Anna sat next to Crowley casually, one leg up on the bed so that she could better turn and face him. Her arm in his hand she hissed at the ointment making contact, her arm jerking away instinctively. 

“I panicked, okay? And besides, needles are a no go. I’d rather stab myself in the foot, thanks.” Anna watched while he was carefully placing the bandages and gauze on her arm. He was so gentle with her and it made her heart flutter. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she gazed at him thoughtfully. 

“You know, I told you you looked handsome and you didn’t acknowledge it. I think I’m offended and shouldn’t stand for that kind of attitude.”

[anastasiastark]

Give and Take || Closed RP

[anastasiastark]

[666] : Don’t leave me too long, or I’ll get a skin on me. Like pudding.

When Anna knocked on the door, Crowley opened it, smirking out pure charisma and looking very sharp. It also seemed he’d picked up after himself just a bit. “Gatekeeper? Is that the idle gossip these days? That the King of Hell likes to be the key and the gate? Well, that’s just lies. And pictures of also-lies. Stay out of my flickr.“

“Oh, please. You are Dana Barrett and you know it. You look handsome.” Anna gave him a quick peck on the lips and scratched a line in the sigil she had made on the door.

Holding her arm out to Crowley she frowned. “After my shower the cut opened and I had to seal it up. Could you wrap it for me? I would but it hurts to move it certain ways.”

[anastasiastark]

Give and Take || Closed RP

[anastasiastark]

Crowley watched Anna, clearly needing a moment. Maybe he wasn’t as subtle as he’d thought. That was just gonna bug him – what did she know? What did she think she knew? Maybe she was bluffing. She was probably bluffing….

He got himself all niced up and smelling great, slung his coat over his arm and walked out of his room-. Or, he tried to but bounced off a barrier at the wall. Anna’s sigil. He sighed and texted her.

[666] : I’m a wee bit stuck, petal. Your warding caught a hot plum. [666] : Come give it a scratch and let me out. I’m decent (sartorially).

After Anna had showed and changed back into her usual loose t-shirt and ripped jeans/ combat boots combo, she heard her phone ding. Reading the messages she giggled to herself and responded:

[Anna]: I could totally just leave you there and eat all the food I wanted. Your bill would be huge. [Anna]: Omw, sweetness <3

After spritzing herself with perfume on her pulse points, she contemplated for a second before spraying just a touch more in between her cleavage for good measure. Leaving her room, Anna knocked on Crowley’s door so he would let her in. “Gatekeeper, your key master is here.”

[aintmadeforthisworld]

@anastasiastark

Daryl takes a long drag off of his cigarette, it was the most calming sensation that he’s had in a while. These were rare nowadays so if you wanted one then you had to make your own and just hope to Hell that it turned out half decent. This was the case for both the relaxation and the cigarette. Things around Alexandria had been tense. The group had made their first strike in the inevitable war with the Saviors and now were just waiting for either the perfect time to  come back for more or Rick’s next phase in the plan. Either way, it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world to wait for. He exhales, expelling the toxins from his body. Smoke dances around the space above his head. He watches it for a moment thinking to himself before realizing that he was being watched by the woman on the other side of the room. Anastasia. 

“Why are ya starrin at me?” He asks her in his gruff tone of voice. “Do ya want one of these?” Daryl didn’t even know if she smoked, but after today he wouldn’t be surprised if she did. “Ya nervous or somethin? Ya legs twitchin like a dying jackrabbit.” He commented. Daryl had never been one with words, but he did go straight to the point most times with what he wanted to say. This was no exception. 

[anastasiastark]

She averted her eyes the moment she was called out. Anna wanted to run and hide because, let’s face it, she was terrified. She had close encounters with others before, but being on her own, she never really had trouble with keeping her head down and staying out of trouble. Being apart of Alexandria changed everything for her. There was no hiding from the big bad Negan and she knew it. If she had just stayed by herself and not joined the group, Negan wouldn’t be a threat but now he has seen her and there was no escape. 

“No, thanks... I’m just watching the smoke. I don’t get how you can be so calm after everything, but focusing on something keeps me from bolting, I guess...” Anna didn’t appreciate being called out for staring, but she liked how blunt Daryl was because you never had to guess if he was lying to you or not. Brutal honesty is something she would choose over elusiveness any day. “So, how do you do it? I think I could use some words of wisdom or something.”

|| @aintmadeforthisworld ||

[aintmadeforthisworld]

Helping Each Other

@anastasiastark

Beth wasn’t exactly the type to trust people. She has come a long way compared to what she used to be. Before she really was exposed to what the world was away from her safe little farm; Beth was meek and prone to spouts of depression where she’d just lay in bed and wait for death to take her like it did her mother and then her stepmom and brothers. Now though, now that she’d survived everything she’d been put through including almost dying at the hands of a murderous former police officer, she was tough. That didn’t make her outlook on people any different though, so approaching Anastasia was a totally foreign concept to her now. She knew that Rick trusted her so maybe she could, but she would be cautious none the less. 

The blonde cleared her throat. “Anastasia?” She keeps control of her voice trying ot not let on how careful she was being. Beth still had a black eye and healing stitches from the last time that anyone except Daryl had touched her. “I need help cleaning my bandages on my back. Nobody else is around and I was wondering if you’d help me?” When the woman had gone after her, she ended up with a few good stab wounds and a gunshot to the shoulder. Beth was recovering but it was a slow process and there were some injuries she just couldn’t reach. She knew if she allowed them to sit in old bandages, they wouldn’t heal right and would run the risk of infection.  “I’ll make it up to you I promise.” 

[anastasiastark]

The sound of Beth clearing her throat made her jump a little. She hadn’t realized she wasn’t alone and that little girl could move like a damn cat. “Oh Beth, hi. Of course I can help-” Staring at the wounds and the black eye, Anna’s jaw became slack. What could have possibly done this to a sweet girl like her? It broke Anna’s heart, but mostly, it pissed her off.

“Sorry, I was staring... wasn’t I? Come on into my cell and we’ll get you all cleaned and bandaged up, okay?” She offered a soft smile and stood from the steps she had been sitting on, leading Beth to her cell.

“So...if you don’t mind my asking, what happened?”

|| @aintmadeforthisworld ||

[anastasiastark]

"Aren't you just a firecracker waiting to shoot off?" -Negan ((aintmadeforthisworld))

Anna glared up at him, arms resting on her knees casually. She was absolutely terrified of the man that stood before her but she would be damned if she let him know that. 

She had been alone, squatting in a house that she later found out was near the Sanctuary when he and his men found her. She put up a fight well enough– almost slit a guy’s throat if he hadn’t gotten out of the way in time. 

Silence filled the cell as she continued to stare down the man that stole her freedom.