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『 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 』 STUDY BLOG. LOADING ASSET FILES … [ ⁰¹ ] PROMO. [ ⁰² ] EDIT SIDEBLOG. [ ⁰³ ] PINTEREST. [ ⁰⁴ ] PLAYLIST. [ ⁰⁵ ] PROMPTS.
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𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.
AFFILIATES. BUCKY BARNES & JAMIE BARNES , LAURA KINNEY , WORMHOLXTREME , NATALIA ROMANOVA , ANDREI LUPEI , BRUCE WAYNE MARCUS HUGHES. EXCLUSIVES. WADE WILSON , HARVEY DENT/TWO - FACE
like this post to be followed on the new blog.
I've been thinking about this for the last week , & I'm thinking this will be the best option. I'm going to be moving to a fresh blog for Anya over the next couple days. Things are just cluttered here , & I think a fresh start might be best. I will also be dropping everything & starting fresh , unless something pops out that I wanna keep. I wanna get the drive to write my girl again , so we are gonna try a nice fresh new blog to see if that helps.
Gentle Care
Taking care of them...
"Hey, it's okay. Show me?"
"What did they do to you?"
"Don't cry - I've got you."
"That's okay - get it all out."
"Deep breath, I have you."
"Sh, sh, I'm going to patch you up."
"I've got a bandage for you."
"This is going to sting, but we have to clean this."
"Oh - okay - we're hugging about this, okay."
"It'll all feel better in the morning."
"I can't believe someone would do this to you..."
"I'm going to protect you."
"Get some rest. I'm not going anywhere."
"You're safe now."
"I'm just going to wipe your face."
"When's the last time you cried like this?"
"There's nothing wrong with you, I promise."
"One day, you'll be okay. For now? It's okay to hurt."
"You want a hug?"
"I've got a blanket for you."
"Nice and cosy..."
"It's okay if you fall asleep."
"Just get some rest. You need it."
"Hey, I made you food."
"I know it's easy to forget to eat when you feel like this."
"You don't need to feel guilty."
"It wasn't your fault."
"Do you want a hot chocolate?"
"There's nothing better than a toasted marshmallow."
"Just hold onto me. There we go."
@lawhurt said: ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞
❝Trust me , I'm the last one who's gonna pity anyone.❞ Anya wasn't built to pity people. That wouldn't make her an obedient weapon when they needed her to be. For so long that even now it was hard for them to feel it even now. Not only that , but pity didn't do anything for anyone in the moment. At least not the people who she found herself being around most of the time. More a level of trying to understand him. She didn't know a lot of what he had experienced , but she did know what it was like to feel the sting of disappointment , all for being exactly what you were made to be. She shrugged her shoulders some. ❝I get it though. Trying & failing to be what people want you t'be.❞
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 & 𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏!
I'm going to be kinda selective about this , but I wanna give people a way to write with Anya if they want while Tumblr is BROKE. Above are both my discord & my wire account for Anya. These are open for mutuals of mine ( you must have a way for me to know it's you before I accept the friend request ) for both plotting a paragraph style rp , & just general chatting … & wire is available for more sms style rp. I will be doing this at least through Tumblr being broke , so there's still a way to write with one of my muses.
I run out of lies , I run out of new moons. Road runner. Pray , pray , I said a prayer twice. For both my faces , it's a flip of the coin. Silver dollar. Lord knows I tried , Lord knows I tried.
i'm just gonna say this now , if you have any issues with what i write , now is a perfect time to hit that unfollow button. anya is not an easy person to get a long with , & often times goes on the attack in many facets of her life. if that bothers you , please kindly do us both a favor & block me.
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Bucky was used to surviving on canned food, protein shakes, and MREs, and that was a good day in HYDRA. It made him, once again, uniquely suited for surviving an apocalypse. He didn't think about food the way most people did, as merely enough calories and nutrients to keep his body functioning and little else. But he did have memories, a lifetime ago, of times when it used to matter more, of helping his ma or Steve's in the kitchen, of happily licking the excess batter from an empty mixing bowl or sneaking Christmas cookies while they were still hot, of hot dogs at Coney Island and warm bowls of soup on chilly winter nights. He'd have loved to give those same happy memories to his kids, but that never seemed to be in the cards for the Barnes family.
"It's a beauty." It broke his heart a little, how excited she was to see fresh vegetables. In an ideal world, they would have had their own garden behind their house, and they would have had good food like that every day of their lives. He swiftly packed away the regret and the nostalgia for a life that had never happened, his eyes sweeping the surroundings again with renewed interest. "Someone's been taking care of it," he said quietly. "Leave half of everything, just in case. We can keep an eye on it from a distance to see if they come back." The lack of walkers in the house or the garden was proof enough the caretaker hadn't died there, but that didn't mean they wouldn't be back for it. It didn't look lived in though, which was strange. He didn't like what he didn't understand.
Her mind was running trying to decide what to pick first. Looking just like a child on Christmas morning , trying to decide which one to open first. They weren't fortunate to have the opportunity to be in one place long enough to have a garden where they set up. She was happy to take the opportunity to enjoy them while they could though. They hardly waited for their dad to give the go ahead to harvest half of what was there before she was quickly making room in her pack for the fresh produce. If you looked at the teenager looking over the veggies like they were in a candy shop , you'd think she'd never seen any of this in her life. Not too far from the truth. But it had been so sparse & few between that they were more than eager for the opportunity. It was smart to leave half. If nobody seem to come back for them , they likely lucked out. If they did…It could mean a number of things.
When Anya glanced over her shoulder , she noted the look on her dad's face. They knew that look fairly well. He was always vigilant , but she'd learned by now to make sure there wasn't something to be worried about. Better to be safe than sorry. ❝Doesn't look like the house.❞ She mused , letting the logic flow through her mind while looking around the garden a little more. Rolling her lips somewhat in thought before turning to look back at her father. ❝You don't think this is some sort of trap do you think?❞ Hopefully it would just be some luck they had stumbled upon , but they weren't known for being particularly lucky very often. The thought caused her to take another look around the garden , & then down to the peppers she was putting in her pack.
Since it's spicy!sunday , we'll take the opportunity to list off some spicy headcanons for anya …
they're a biter.
they're a scratcher
isn't concerned about the location if you know what i mean.
prefers a bit of athletic foreplay.
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RIO STUDIES THE SHARP POINTS of black-lacquered nails turned back at herself. a brow lifts, interest scarcely skimming the curl of it. " well, you're only lying to yourself. "
Brows arch & head tilts at her comment. Anya's never been one for cryptic words or riddles , & she certainly isn't in the mood for it now. There's a look of incredulousness in their eyes , as they turn to face them more fully. ❝& what's that supposed t'mean. What exactly am I lying about?❞
Mobile for the night. Catch me on discord till I pass out. Much love everyone!
@drekkavac - [Anya Barnes]
"ARMY BRAT, huh? Can't say I know what that's like," he scoffed softly, "lived on this ranch 'til I was seventeen. Left t' join th' Navy fresh outta high school..."
The mention of that specific time in his life, and how deeply rooted his ESTRANGED WIFE AND SON were in that time in his life, left a sting in his heart that sort of stole the breath from him for a moment. He cleared his throat somewhat, his gaze falling briefly before he turned his head to look at her.
"Only idea I got of BROOKLYN is 'Goodfellas'," he admitted to them. "Honestly, I don't know if I could be there too long without wantin' t' PULL MY HAIR OUT." He shook his head a bit. "Hell, I can't even stand bein' in WHITEFISH for too long."
While Kayce had been a little bit of everywhere when it came to GLOBALLY, he'd tended to stick to a few centralized areas in the United States. Out of those few places, NEW YORK definitely wasn't one of them. Being in any city was harsh enough on his nerves, being in one of the most PROLIFIC CITIES IN THE COUNTRY...it was a recipe for disaster when taking his stress responses into account. The problem wasn't that the overwhelm caused him to go WILD, it was that it placed him right back in those mountains, or on those shores, or in those jungles...with chaos erupting all around him. It forced him to put blinders on, narrowing his perception down to his current task and ELIMINATING anything that stood in the way of him COMPLETING THAT TASK.
Or, to put it simply; outbursts of anger, with the laser focus and concentration to be a real DANGER when pushed too far.
So no...he'd never found an occasion to see BROOKLYN.
"You gonna be headin' back there, then? T' Brooklyn?" It was a fairly casual ask. "'Cause if THAT'S your plan, I sure hope you got another car in mind. Even after I get your clunker runnin', I can't promise ya how many miles she'll have left in 'er. I'm a cowboy, not a miracle worker."
Army brat was hardly what she was , but it was something she could run with. Pausing for a moment , she nodded with a brief but polite smile when she glanced at him. She would have given anything to even SLIGHTLY know what living in a home like this for so long might have felt like.
A form of culture shock sneaking up on her in a way she hadn't expecting , catching her off guard for a couple seconds before they shook it away again to RETURN to the conversation.
When she did return to the conversation , she was greeted with a rather COMICAL mental image of what she was left to assume any cowboy felt about Brooklyn. The problem was , in some places he wasn't wrong. Against her normal state of being , she allowed herself to chuckle at what he said , before nodding a couple times while looking at her feet as they walked along the gravel.
❝If you find yourself in the right parts of town you're not too far off.❞ She affirmed , though she had a feeling it would only be affirming his desire not to go there. ❝Part of the reason why I hit the road.❞ That next part brought back another mumbled statement. That & it being too dangerous to stay there & not get dragged back to that place. One thing she was DEFINITELY certain about was that she was never going back to that place.
Which happened to line up with the next question he had for her. She wasn't going back to Brooklyn , but she ALSO wasn't about to go blabbing to someone she didn't know as to why. The last thing she needed was someone out in bum fuck nowhere starting to think they could turn her in. But she also didn't know that being STRANDED out here was a good option either. His assessment of her truck pulled yet another sigh from her , as they slowed their steps to a stop for a moment , before shrugging their shoulders.
❝I'm definitely not goin back t'that FUCKIN place.❞ She started with. Eyes looking around the property some. ❝As far as passed that , won't really know that until I figure out what my options are.❞
i've caught up on asks & cleaned out my threads of threads that had no plotting behind them. the ask box is now open for prompts again.
@drekkavac - [Anya Barnes]
By this point, anything that Kayce came to know about Ana was more out of HIS OWN CURIOSITY, rather than under the duress of gathering information surrounding another potential ENEMY. When Kayce was trying to warn Ana about what may or may not happen during the upcoming meal, it was out of a desire to offer a GENUINE CURTESY to them. For all he knew, when it came to actually sitting down at the table all at once, he and Ana might only be joined by his father and sister.
"Don't worry," came his reassurance to Ana as a means of making them feel a little less uncomfortable in the environment that they weren't too familiar with, "table hasn't been full in twenty years, probably won't have t' be too social at all, if you don't want to."
Hell, it was almost ASSURED that Beth wouldn't get through the entire meal without either excusing herself or being MADE TO excuse herself after causing a ruckus and being given and being given an EXPECTANT GLANCE from the Dutton Patriarch himself.
So really...he mostly just had to worry about explaining to his dad. John wasn't an UNREASONABLE man, most of the time, and if there was one thing that the older man was likely to sympathize with, it was feeling the pull to HELP PEOPLE THAT NEEDED IT. And right now, that was who Ana was.
"Ya might have t' loiter in th' livin' room a minute, 'cause I WILL have t' grab Gator an' let 'im know t' go Kosher for ya," he turned somewhat on his heel but didn't start moving forward until he was sure that Ana was following him.
"So...ya said CROSS-COUNTRY," Kayce mused, mostly making conversation, "which explains th' NEW YORK LICENSE PLATE, an' ya said you've been a little bit 'a everywhere 'round th' world, too. Just like livin' like a nomad?" He hoped that he wasn't overstepping with anything, but it still felt like he was missing some CRUCIAL PIECES to who they were and how they had wound up there.
There was almost a FAMILIARITY to them.
Anya knew more ways to kill a man than she did appropriate topics of conversation. Getting by with as little interaction with people as possible had been the way they functioned most of the time. In the time since she had met Kayce , she had spoken MORE than she had the entire time they drove across the country. Which happened to be the leading cause to the reason their shoulders were tensed , with their hands shoved into their jacket pocket.
All this to say , she acted no different than any young woman MIGHT when in a place they had never been before. So far , that story all added up. A story Anya was confident they could keep up , so long as they were careful about how they answered questions.
❝Well , at the very least it'll feel like home. Tense meals were what I was brought up on basically.❞ Her tone that time WAS more of an embarrassed mumble. Definitely not a lie , but nobody who knew the truth would call where she consumed her childhood meals a family dining room. She caught that he was heading for the house , & hopped into a leisurely pace to match his toward the house.
She looked at Kayce when he brought up her earlier comment. Causing her to glance QUICKLY , before a shrug following while she thought of her response. ❝Brooklyn.❞ She fed the answer once she had the opportunity. While she had only been in Brooklyn for a brief time , it was a place she heard ENOUGH about to get by. Uncultured or not , she HAD been taught enough to deceive where they needed them to. Basic acting was simply part of how they survived this long. ❝My uh , my dad was in the army , so we moved around a lot.❞
INBOX IS FINALLY EMPTY & QUEUED FAM!!! Took a few days , & some asks got deleted for my sanity , but we have a bit of a queue to start with. I'm going to hold off on starting the queue just yet till I get some drafts in there. I'm not certain yet that I wanna purge my threads yet , but I might go through & see what all has remained active. Odds are most things will be staying in the tracker. Thank you for everyone's patience while I play catch up comin back from the hiatus. Much love to all my mutuals!
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