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alright folks ... here is the new blog. this blog is now an archive.
due to a bunch of my tags not working , and the increase in bots ( i just got like 5 more. ) i'm moving anya to a fresh blog. if we are mutuals , feel free to poke me for the link.
ASSET 001 ARCHIVES. rage is a weapon. a weapon most cannot control. ⤷ a character study of anastasia barnes.
@tsarnvoiny / cont...
She leans back on her palms, remaining alert. Despite the fact that the campfire was supposed to be their "safe space" that would be a stretch given the circumstances of where they were. A pause comes from her before she cants her head to the side.
"Mmm, it looked like it hurt."
She'd bore witness, and taken it upon herself to be mindful when her legs finally gave out after she returned to the campfire. She'd propped up against a log nearby waiting for Anya to wake up after what felt like eons before they finally came to.
"For the most part, but not without a few extra scars and nightmares that'll haunt us for as long as we're here I'm sure."
A pause comes and her arms rest in her lap for a second.
"I take it you're not in any rush to get back out there."
At least she HOPES after that previous debacle.
once it was clear that they all WEREN'T getting out of there anytime soon ... as much as anya hated giving up , for now at least ... anya could make sure as many people as possible got out of those FUCKING trials with as few deaths as possible. anya had died before in her own world , so while it certainly sucked , they were of course more than willing to do it. often times before anyone could really tell them no. but one thing was always certain ... anya was NOT letting the killers , and in turn this ENTITY win a single match. not if she had anything to say about that.
the fire started to soothe the former assassin. her ACHING muscles relaxed with the warmth from the flames. her eyes closed for a moment , just so she could relax. it helped with letting her body do what it needed to in order to heal. that kill the killer had delivered to her he had certainly been saving for SOMETHING. anya couldn't help but wonder if that something ... was her.
" that's good. " her voice was tired. but of course it was ... dying was EXHAUSTING work after all , and that had certainly been a death. " don't think there's a soul here that doesn't have nightmares. i've taken to viewing mine like the horror film saga my reality with never see. " she lamented a bit playfully.
the former assassin's brow furrows when kat DARED to hope that anya WOULDN'T be too eager to jump right back into things. there was an incredulous look in their eyes and she shook her head. " you think i'm gonna sit here and let you all have the fun. " she shook her head. " no way i'm great. ready t'jump back in right now actually. "
my tags are still a mess. might need to do a brand new blog.
— nipuna (via @nipsyyy)
i still need to refresh the diagnosis section of anya's carrd , because i need to add some more things , but i'm gonna take this moment to talk a little bit about one that is being added that anya was diagnosed with by her therapist.
anya has ODD ( oppositional defiant disorder )
ODD for those who may not know , is a behavioral disorder that causes uncooperative, defiant, and hostile toward peers, parents, teachers, and other authority figures. it's most commonly found in children and teenagers , and can be caused by developmental disorders ... or in anya's case , trauma. she developed it in her time being kept as a weapon by HYDRA , resulting in a constant fight with her handlers , and eventually surgical alteration in order to make her more compliant with her handlers specifically. she was still known to act out with other agents , earning her a general warning to stay clear of them unless you were their handler , or someone able to control. this limited her socialization , and they quickly took her from her peers in order to keep their assets from being killed in her outbursts.
when she finally defected for good , and was able to get away , she found therapy , which was where she was introduced to the disorder , and started treatment for it. due to the severity of her condition , she was never able to fully recover , and still struggles with it to this day. for most. she uses talk therapy , seclusion ( she knows it's not the best but when she's angry it's the best for the people around her ) and regular exercise to make sure she doesn't get too pent up. she has a cabin she goes to on occasion when she needs a more drastic reset.
ASSET 001 ARCHIVES. good girl gone got a gun from a gangster. ⤷ a character study of anastasia barnes.
ASSET 001 ARCHIVES. you are a weapon. and weapons don't weep. ⤷ a character study of anastasia barnes.
*/ STARTER CALL.
like this post for a starter from anya. i may come to you to plot out something specific , or if i have an idea i might hit you with something random ... but i wanna start buckling down and getting some more plotted threads. I WILL BE CAPPING THIS AT SIX FOR THIS ROUND. because these will be longer , multi paragraph starters , and i don't wanna get overwhelmed right out of the gate. please note: these will likely come out in a queue , to spread them out , and may take about a week to do.
It’s nearly sunset. PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: AT WORLD’S END 2007 | dir. Gore Verbinski
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UPDATE ON THREADS.
now that i'm caught up with my drafts on here , and have posted my new starter call ... i'm gonna make some small changes surrounding the way i get my threads. up until this point , i have primarily used asks for getting things rolling , and while those are fun for a bit ... i really wanna do more in depth plotting with my writing partners. i want threads that are more than just two people talking. i want some in depth story happening that will take anya further in her story that's still evolving.
so , going forward i will be focusing more on plotting calls , and plotted out threads. I WILL STILL BE DOING ASKS. so if you still would rather do asks , those are totally allowed. i will still be posting memes ... just not as often as i used to.
when liking my plotting calls ... PLEASE HAVE IDEAS AS WELL. i will come to you with my own ideas for plotting when i have one , so please be willing to do the same. even if it's just dynamic ideas that you would like to explore ... it's a place to start off on. we can absolutely build from there and come up with something together. the point is teamwork in coming up with a story that we BOTH want to tell.
thank you again so so much for all the patience while i've been getting back into the writing groove , through all the changes on the blog , and of course loving my murder baby with me. i want to continue writing with each and every one of you and your blorbos , i just need a shift in the content i'm writing , so my muse doesn't become stagnant.
*/ STARTER CALL.
like this post for a starter from anya. i may come to you to plot out something specific , or if i have an idea i might hit you with something random ... but i wanna start buckling down and getting some more plotted threads. I WILL BE CAPPING THIS AT SIX FOR THIS ROUND. because these will be longer , multi paragraph starters , and i don't wanna get overwhelmed right out of the gate. please note: these will likely come out in a queue , to spread them out , and may take about a week to do.
@oozeyboozey asked: ❝ it’s wanting that gets so many folks in trouble. ❞
the empath can sense something underneath her surface, trying to crawl its way into the light. something emotional, almost like a choking sensation: he winces at the affect but quickly is able to steel features into a more neutral expression. the thing is, he gets it. she speaks truth, a personal truth that she's come to know intimately, and he feels the weight of it on her. keanu gives a nod of understanding, not knowing where she's coming from but familiar with the sense of shame and guilt wrapped in desire and yearning. ❝ it sure does, ❞ he says finally as an answer, and he looks up at anya, trying to find and hold her gaze. ❝ it does good things, too. inspires a lot of people to try to be the best that they can be. striving for a better world. that's all desire. ❞
WANTING had always been something anya was conditioned to fear. her statement ACTUALLY , anyone who knew her and the life she had , would know the FEAR that sat deep within her. wanting freedom had killed INNOCENT people who had tried to hide her and her father and brother. even her own parents wanting to bring her and her brother into the world HIDDEN from the eyes of their oppressor's had led to the death of the people who HAD helped them in that endeavor. HYDRA wanting complete control over the world had cause COUNTLESS DEATHS , many of them being by her own hand. her whole life was one long piece of evidence on what happened to those who reached for what they wanted , and the people who helped them in that reaching. those lives were the ones who HAUNTED her dreams every night , and in a way ... she wasn't sure she DESERVED to want. when she looked to him , meeting his gaze , there was a long inhale before she finally answered him. " i don't think i really deserve to want. not after everything. "
Natasha gave her husband a knowing look from across the table. She leaned towards Anya, "Are you feeling alright? I can have the cooks make you something else if you want." She offered, hoping it was just because of their meal for the night -- cabbage soup. She knew Anya wasn't a fan of it.
while the maids who ATTENDED to anya had tried their very best to make sure she was well entertained while she recovered from her little bug , there was really little they could do when the princess just very simply ... WANTED HER MOTHER. normally she was a fairly well beaved girl. she got into trouble here and there just like any child would ... but anya was a good girl , who meant WELL. but the princess also had quite the TEMPER when she wanted to , and her maids had seen a GLIMPSE of that today. when the queen asked if they should have something else brought in for her , she shrugged her little shoulders. her stomach was feeling better , no so much BOTHERED by that anymore. " it's not the soup. " yes , she wasn't a fan of the cabbage soup , but it was hardly the problem. one of the maids steped forward , offering a curtsey to the queen. " you're grace , if i may ... the princess had said throughout the day that she miissed you. and i believe she just simple wouldn't have anyone else. "
it's honestly nothing. i can deal with it myself. - mafia anya..
"And you wouldn't let me do this on my own." Andrei counters, knowing that if the roles were reversed she would be just as stubborn in offering him help. After all, he was already moving to pick her up to carry her inside. The last thing he needed was for her to continue to strain herself, not when she didn't need to when he was here to help. So, he gently picks her up, cradling he in his arms as his statement alone had been enough to squash the debate or conversation that would lead to changing his mind. It wouldn't be changed either way, and so he brought her into the building where his penthouse was as men turned their heads away to pretend they saw nothing. Carrying her into the elevator that brought them up to the top floor and walked into his penthouse to place her on the couch. "I'm going to get the first aid ki, try not to move too much while I'm gone." It would only take a few moments, walking towards the bathroom and opening the cabinet to grab the pack before returning to the living room to get to work.
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he was right. she WOULD have done the exact same thing if the roles had been reversed. that didn't change that anya didn't care for anyone helping her. the world they both lived in was NOT kind to the people who couldn't carry their own weight ... and being a WOMAN , while the times had indeed changed , it was still very much a BOY'S CLUB. her father had taught her and her brother that FAMILY took care of one another ... but he also stressed the importance of being strong on your own ... for the sake of protecting the family. something anya had ALWAYS taken seriously. almost too seriously as a matter of fact , which was the cause of her GRUMBLING as he scooped her up , a slight wince when the punture wound she had come to andrei in hopes of ... ACTUALLY she wasn't sure what exactly had brought her here. just that she knew she would be safe for the time , until she was assured that returning home woldn't put her family in DANGER. she was bleeding , but currently not in danger of bleeding out , though she was a bit dizzy from the ADRENALINE of running from the attack. once they were in the private and secure penthouse where andrei lived. she winced again as she was set down , and nodded when he instructed her NOT to move too much. " don't worry , " he jokingly grumbled again. " i think i'm not in any condition to move much ANYWAYS. as grumpy as she was for the help coming , her heart was WARMED when he immediately scooped her up to bring her to safety. " i don't need t'stay long. just until the heat dies now. " the HEAT being the people wanting her dead. "
