#annie.

[knighttrider-archived]

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“biiiig stretch”

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[auntzoe]

ANNIE ABERNATHY, 26, a preacher's ex-wife, just trying to cope with her religious trauma.

[conjurewoman]

WHAT ENTERS A ROOM BEFORE YOU DO?

THE ENERGY ... ⠀⠀⠀⠀you arrive like warmth does, without asking permission. Before you speak, before you settle into a chair, something in the room softens. Conversations loosen their shoulders. Silences stop feeling accusatory. People don’t always know why they feel safer around you; they just do. Your presence is porous. You feel atmospheres the way skin feels temperature. Joy clings to you easily. So does unease. You often carry emotions that were never formally handed to you - just left in the air, assumed you’d hold them. Still, there is something grounding about you. You remind people that gentleness isn’t weakness, that openness can be steady.

colors: Honey, warm amber, sunlit linen. scene: Sitting cross-legged on the floor while others talk around you, quietly anchoring the room just by being there.

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[hushprey]

oc, annie lasso —

i. basics full name: annabelle "annie" lasso. nickname(s): annie, anne, belle. birth date: june 13, 1997. gender: cis female (she/her). orientation: pansexual and panromantic. residence: richmond upon thames, london. religion: jewish. occupation: drifting between odd jobs; annie hasn’t quite settled into a career and often describes herself as “still figuring it out.” spoken language(s): fluent in english with a faint midwestern lilt she can’t quite seem to shake. status: alive.

ii. appearance eyes: a striking cobalt blue that seem to shift between warm and piercing depending on her mood. hair: brown with blonde streaks, always loose and wavy, her version of "effortlessly undone." body: petite but curvy, with a naturally soft frame she jokes is “perfect for squeezing into crowded spaces and snuggling into people.” height: 5’3” (160 cm). marks: a faint scar on her left knee from falling off her bike as a child; otherwise, her skin is unblemished. scent: apple blossom, bergamot, pink amber, and tonka bean; warm, inviting, with just a hint of mischief. faceclaim(s): victoria pedretti. pinterest: a board dedicated to annie's visage, aesthetics and musings.

iii. psychological phobias: claustrophobia, small, tight spaces make her feel like the walls are closing in. mental disorders: none officially diagnosed, though she struggles with bouts of anxiety and imposter syndrome. positive traits: cheerful, endlessly charismatic, fiercely loyal, witty, creative, and deeply affectionate. she has an uncanny ability to make anyone feel like the center of the universe. negatives traits: impulsive to a fault, avoidant when things get tough, perpetually indecisive, and sometimes insecure to the point of self-sabotage. habits: humming to herself when she’s deep in thought, overpacking her bag with unnecessary "essentials", doodling on every piece of paper she comes across, collecting little trinkets she deems “too cute to leave behind”. moral alignment: chaotic good, she’s the first to break the rules if it means doing the right thing or helping someone she loves. mbti: enfp-t, the quintessential free spirit, equal parts idealistic and scattered. enneagram: type 7 with a 6 wing, the enthusiast, always chasing new experiences but deeply afraid of failure. temperament: sanguine with a pinch of melancholy, outgoing and bubbly, but with a hidden vulnerability she rarely shows. intelligence: emotionally intelligent, with a knack for understanding people’s feelings and motivations, though she struggles with more structured, academic pursuits. empathy quotient: exceptionally high, she feels everything deeply, often absorbing the emotions of those around her.

iv. family. parent(s): miriam lasso (biological mother, alive): a tough but loving matriarch who tries to push annie toward stability. tucker lasso (biological father, alive): a kind-hearted optimist who encourages annie’s creative side but secretly worries about her lack of direction. sibling(s): charlotte “charlie” lasso (biological sister, alive): older by three years, polished, successful, and seemingly perfect in annie’s eyes, which often makes annie feel like she falls short. extended family: ted lasso (biological cousin, alive): her unwavering cheerleader and the reason she came to england in the first place. significant other: verse dependent. annie is a hopeless romantic but struggles to believe she’s worthy of long-term commitment. children: none, though she loves the idea of being a “cool aunt” someday.

v. biography annabelle “annie” lasso has always been a spark; bright, untamed, impossible to ignore. born and raised in wichita, kansas, she was the second daughter in a family that valued hard work, discipline, and achievement. her older sister, charlie, seemed to embody all of that effortlessly—straight a’s, student government, a future so dazzling it was practically preordained. annie, on the other hand, was the whirlwind in her wake. the class clown. the mischief-maker. the girl who could light up a room but couldn’t seem to finish her homework. high school was a mixed bag of triumphs and insecurities. annie was popular, effortlessly so, the type of person everyone wanted at their table, their party, their side. but beneath the easy charm and infectious laughter was a girl who never quite felt like she measured up. academics were a struggle, expectations felt suffocating, and no matter how hard she tried, she always seemed to be playing catch-up to charlie’s effortless success.

college was supposed to be her fresh start. a chance to figure out who she was beyond the comparisons, beyond the hometown that had always felt a little too small. but instead of clarity, she found chaos. she bounced between majors, drifted in and out of classes, started projects she never finished. the pressure mounted, the self-doubt crept in, and before she knew it, she was packing her bags and leaving without a degree... just a deep, gnawing sense of failure. the years that followed were a blur of false starts. a patchwork of odd jobs, fleeting passions, and dreams that never quite took shape. annie had ideas, big ones, but the fear of failing before she even started kept her stuck in place. her parents, particularly her mother, worried. their disappointment was unspoken but palpable, a weight she carried into every conversation, every strained smile. and so, in a fit of impulse (her specialty), she booked a one-way ticket to london.

she barely knew ted. he was her much older cousin, distant in more ways than one, their family ties stretched thin over the years. but when she showed up on his doorstep, no plan, no explanation, just a suitcase and that trademark lasso grin, he didn’t hesitate. he let her in. at first, annie was a wrecking ball in richmond. she threw herself into everything with reckless enthusiasm, desperate to prove she belonged, even if she had no idea how. but something about the town, the people, the energy, the way the air seemed to hum with possibility, settled her in a way nothing else had. she still didn’t care much for football (soccer, she stubbornly called it, much to everyone’s exasperation), but she loved the ritual of it. the chants, the camaraderie, the collective roar of a stadium rising to its feet. soon, she was a fixture at afc richmond matches, draped in a team jersey, booing the opposing side with theatrical flair.

but london wasn’t just an escape—it was an awakening. for the first time in years, annie started journaling again. pages filled with poems, doodles, musings about the future. and then there was fashion; her secret love, the thing she’d always been drawn to but never dared to claim as hers. she started sewing more, playing with designs, letting herself dream again. and through it all, there was ted. ted, who never looked at her like she was a disappointment. ted, who believed in people so fiercely it was impossible not to believe in yourself, even just a little. he didn’t always understand her, didn’t always get the whirlwind of emotions and impulses that made up annie lasso, but he never once doubted that she had something. for the first time in a long time, she’s not just running. she’s moving—toward something, toward herself. she doesn’t have all the answers. she doesn’t know where she’ll end up. but one thing’s for sure... annie lasso isn’t done surprising herself. or anyone else.