i was so scared i got locked out of anne’s account but i didn’t and i’m truly blessed
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i was so scared i got locked out of anne’s account but i didn’t and i’m truly blessed
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STARTER CALL for anne ; please like this if you’d like one, it will vary from small/medium length. if you have a specific verse you want, feel free to comment, otherwise it will be put in a random one, or one that we already have established! also feel free to like this even if we have things!
this is anne thanks
↳ for @hopetainted // plotted .
it’s the clumsiest and most cliché thing, she thinks. the fact that she’s tripped on herself, fallen to her hands and knees, and there’s a group of walkers behind her. her gun falls out of her hand, slides a few feet in front of her beneath a metal fence, and it’s obvious that there’s no way she’s going to be able to reach it. not unless she has more time-- something she clearly has none of. ❛ are you actually shitting me right now?! ❜ frustration has gotten the best of her, but she’s always been one to think quick on her feet, especially in a crisis.
a deep breath and her hand goes for her waist, pulling a machete from its holster on her hip. scrambling to her feet just in time for the dead to approach, she uses her weight to swing her arm around, slicing the monster’s head in half horizontally. long brunette curls settle over her shoulder, and before she can begin her next round of killing, the sound of a gunshot rings through her ears. hands go to either side of her head, trying to rub off the echoing pain of the nearby sound, and her gaze averts to find a man steadily approaching her side. ❛ hey! i think i’ve kind of got it under control, y’know?! ❜ especially since that gun will bring more. still, she quickly recognizes she shouldn’t be so ungrateful. breathlessness settles, and she offers a sentiment, ❛ -- thank you. ❜ petite fingers go to the stranger’s forearm, give a small squeeze as she takes a hop backwards, ❛ -- we have to get out of here, i have a place nearby, follow me. ❜
she brings her backpack around front as they begin to move away, pulls out an old kitchen timer that she sets for a few seconds, then chucks it behind the group of nearing dead. once it starts going off, most begin to turn around, tending to the new, louder sound, and she nods with her head for them to round the corner out of their sight. it’s down the block and around the corner that they find themselves at a shop, one that’s boarded up ; she removes one of the boards to slip through, making the space a big larger for the man to follow, and once he has she seals it back up. ❛ shit, i don’t know if you’re crazy or a saint. ❜ it’s not often that you find others who actually bother to help -- he could have just as easily bit the dust. ❛ -- i’m anne, by the way. ❜
brian: *speaks* anne: and you did this for what ?
*slams fist on table* give me more apocalypse threads
send me a symbol for...
✿ five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.
▲ five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did.
☠ five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did.
★ five times my muse though yours looked breath-taking, and the one time they voice it.
❤ five times my muse says they don’t love yours, and the one time they admit it.
▼ five times my muse has caught yours getting off, and the one time they help out.
♫ five times my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is.
☪ five times our muses almost hold hands, and the one time they do.
☁ five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.
☢ five times my muse almost sends a nude, and the one time they do.
#when you find out how young one of your mutuals is
bro wtf
↳ for @wornguilt because they liked this .
❛ either you got attacked by a pack of rabid raccoons or you and my brother have made amends, ❜ spoken with her eyes going in the other direction, her tone is accusatory, but it’s all meant for fun. there’s a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she cleans off the counter of the bar where her friend sits, and she begins to prepare a drink for her.
words and call-outs are meant as terms of endearment, and she isn’t done with them... yet. ❛ i have a couple of turtle necks if you want them, y’know, ❜ a final jab and the woman chuckles, putting up a small round glass with ice and whiskey up in front of aaliyah. arms come up to rest on the top of the bar, body leaning forward, and she cocks her head slightly to the side as eyes meet that of the other woman. ❛ surprised you came here alone. usually brian takes any opportunity to go to the bar he can. -- i’m assuming he’s busy with your brothers? ❜
max· . / @hisflaws·
her wonderment is endearing. his food truck isn’t something that he considers impressive, but every now and then someone is reminding him that it actually is. today, that someone is anne. a pleasant smile keeps his features bright as he flips the last few burgers of the day. like clockwork they are constructed and served to the respective customers. then, he’s leaning forward on the counter to glance down at the brunette. “ you can be my last customer of the day if you wanna be. ” max is tired anyway and he’s made more than enough money through the lunch rush that he doesn’t mind closing up shop. “ come to the back, i’ll let you in. ” and with that, steps are taken to unlock the back door of the truck. happy expression still apparent. “ how come i haven’t seen you around here before? you grabbing grub from other food trucks? ”
it might seem simple, the whole food truck thing, but she’s always found the simple things fascinating. with a life that has been nothing but chaos, the small things are something she basks in when she can. a part of her wishes he wasn’t working part time in a doctor’s office as a receptionist, the other half bartending ; she wishes she could have her own food truck, even if she can’t necessarily cook.. brian can’t really cook, either, but he can grill. she’s sure she could convince him to do it somehow. she could just be the pretty face behind the counter, the one that takes the orders and greets the people. she’s always been more of a people person than him, anyway. ❝ oh, i definitely wanna be, ❞ she comments, smile spreading across her lips. she’s excited at his suggestion, shown in the way she hops when he moves to walk away, and she rounds the truck to where he’s opened the door. eyes fill with an expression that’s nothing short of amazement and wonder ; he should feel proud of himself, she thinks-- it doesn’t seem like any easy task to do anything anymore, and this is impressive. she glances around until she finally finds his gaze, scoffing, ❝ you know it. didn’t you know it, max? you’re not the only food truck i’m seeing, ❞ spoken dramatically, she flips her hair over her shoulder in an act of dramatic effect when she slips past him, farther exploring the inside. turning on her heels, she finally grants him her full attention. ❝ honestly? i just don’t come around this part of town often. but i had a few errands to run, and brian wanted these god-awful cigarettes that i can only get at this shitty little hole-in-the-wall shop downtown, so. he has the taste of a thirteen year old prepubescent boy who’s just had his first cigarette. ❞
* ALTERNATE ‘MAIN’ VERSE .
brian does all he can to keep her from the violence. he does everything to make her turn the other cheek, to will that deadly curiosity away. but despite her near-death experience with the needle and tar, it doesn’t awaken anything in her. no will to fight, no will to live. rather, it makes her long for the darkness more. because when her brother’s ex lover comes into town and he dies by her hand, there isn’t a thing in the world to keep her moral compass in tact.
she goes off the hinges, she seeks revenge-- but that proves difficult with such a target as nina ; she’s fleeting, good at hiding, and finding her proves to be more of a challenge then keeping herself alive to actually do it.
she’s different than her brother. he was cold, irrational, immediate to a decision, and he thought with his emotions mostly, not his brain. that’s where they differ. she’s smart-- almost too smart-- and her cruelty never falls short of sending a true message. no one fucks with her, and no one dare speaks of her brother. by the time she’s well into her mid to late twenties, she’s pushing drugs for competitors, doubling her profit by taking extra from their product. if they were to find out, she’d be dead, undoubtedly, but she’s good at hiding her shit.
ALTERNATELY: anne can also be played as a demon, as opposed to brian being a demon in her mainverse. this is a twist i’m willing to explore with someone if they wanted to plot this way.
i’m also gonna work on the verse where anne is bad... chaotic.... smart and dangerous....
STARTER CALL for anne ; please like this if you’d like one, it will vary from small/medium length. if you have a specific verse you want, feel free to comment, otherwise it will be put in a random one, or one that we already have established! also feel free to like this even if we have things!
sorry for my lack of activity on here i’ve been [static sounds]