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SEND ‘🎵 + PAIRING’ : steve rogers ( @goodsouldier ) + anita blake
a song that makes me think of them . a song i think would play in the background of a love scene . a song that would make my muse think of yours . a song i think would play during a fight sequence between our muses . a song our muses would dance to
SEND ‘🎵 + PAIRING’ : bucky barnes ( @lostsouldier ) + anita blake
a song that makes me think of them . a song i think would play in the background of a love scene . a song that would make my muse think of yours . a song i think would play during an action sequence . a song our muses would dance to
endless edits of anita blake — ft. bucky barnes
“i believe in annoyed at first sight, after that is pure luck and top tier sarcasm.”
FRIENDS, BULLIES & LOVE anita has a big heart but a cop mentality. it sort of reminds me of frank castle. she has her own mask she puts on so shes able to do her job without letting that heart get in the way. shes taught herself how to escape into a cold place in her head, shutting off her humanity to execute her warrants and threats. shes practical in all things, even the emotional situations that most people would flinch at. she’ll wait till she gets home to cry in the shower and deal with the nightmares. she tends to take responsibility for others who are weaker than her. if you fall into the category of needing to be saved, no matter what gender, age or background, she will do everything she can to save you even to her own detriment. she cant live with letting someone who cant defend themselves to be hurt when she couldve stopped it. she will always stand up for the little guy and she’ll probably adopt a lot of people along the way. shes a found family person so once youre someone she likes and needs to be protected, she will always ride to the rescue whenever you call. shes not a hugger, but if the people she cares about are huggers she will. her love language is touch and acts of service so she will make sure the people around her know that they are cared for even if she doesnt verbally say it. this includes her found family and those shes taken under her protection. similarly, she hates bullies. being an asshole sometimes is fine and she might check you depending on the situation but the moment you take pleasure out of being mean especially to those who dont speak up for themselves, youre on her shit list. in her canon, she has no problem squaring up to men twice her size. doesnt matter if their vampires, werewolves, cops, she will make sure you understand where the boundary is and if you cross it, she will correct you either with her anger or her fist. because shes like this, love scares her. that feeling and need to protect makes loving someone so completely a weakness for her. she knows that if it came down to it, she would give her life for someone she loves when most of the time she makes choices to survive. love also turns her into a darker person, doing whatever needs to be done to get the people she loves out of danger. she doesnt like the person she could turn into.
smol psa: if i send you multiple memes, its not that i expect you to answer all of them, im just giving you a variety in case one doesnt spark the mood. also i dont expect you to ever answer memes, its just a fun and easy way to start threads! thats all.
1693. WHEN DEATH HAD FIRST SAW CHAOS, she had thought that he was beautiful. a menace that seemed to enjoy playing tricks around her village when it pleased him, but beautiful none the less. she had chastised him for his games and he had seemed surprised that she had known it was him at all. she couldnt explain it, she had never told anyone the things she could see, the things she could do. the people of her village were god fearing and devout, though there was nothing special about a man coming back from dead to her. the man became her confidant in secret, the trickster god who took pleasure in toying with humans and spinning tales. some days he would be a bother while she completed her tasks, some nights they would meet in the forests and they would learn of the magic the other held in their bones. he would tell her of his realm and all its riches and she would show him the spirit world his eyes could not see. she spoke without hesitation or chaste quietness, teasing the god as often as she reminded him of her awe in his beauty and wit. she would come home with mud on her bare feet and hair wild, a glow of mischievous contentment as she slid into her bed. she supposed she shouldve known then, that nothing good lasts for long. that she had become greedy in believing that she had been blessed with a companion that understood her. gods were not companions, they were not meant to be kept close for humanity was far too simple. mortals were too hateful and angry, too jealous and full of fear to truly love something that can not be contained in a church. “ witch! ” “ heathen! ” “ the devils whore! ” kindling pierced the bottoms of her feet, sharpened ends of wood pointing toward her as if she could some how escape the ropes that tied her hands to the stake. she had been stripped down to her undergarment, the white cloth stained with mud, blood and spit. her long hair had been cut at jagged angles with the blunt edge of a sword, framing a filthy tear streaked face. she did not plead for her life, she did not cry for her soul. her magic swelled, pushing against her broken skin, begging to be let out. it would be easy, there was not a lack of dead bodies in such a place of sickness and wrath. but she couldnt, her heart wouldnt let her. so tears fell from her eyes as her anger filled her soul, creating a bottomless well that would last centuries long after her body had turned to ash. her fury kept her mouth closed even as they set her pyre aflame, she wouldnt give them the satisfaction to hear her pain. they would not find their wicked entertainment in her screams. she was not afraid of death, how could she fear something that was inside her? “ may the gods give you mercy where you have none, ” her words only earned more jeers and shouts. the priest raising the cross around his neck toward her as if it would protect him from her vile blasphemy. the heat of the flames licked at her, every breath taking in clouds of dark fumes as it rose upwards. it choked her lungs and stung her eyes, a sensation other than the unbearable heat was almost welcomed. she gripped the stake with her tied hands, trying to keep her voice to herself. gazing over the crowd, through the billows of smoke, she saw him. their eyes met and for a moment she couldve sworn she saw sorrow in his eyes, a moment of panic as he realized that no magic could save her. no, it was far too late. perhaps it was presumptuous to think he would mourn a mortal, that he would feel the same anguish she felt knowing that her only friend would have to watch her burn to death for simply existing. she was not a witch running naked in the woods with the devil, she was a woman who found freedom in the company of a god. she would not regret that. she could feel her magic called to him, begging him, pleading with him, to save its weakened, hunger panged vessel. without life, death could not exist so it clawed at whatever it could to keep its power. perhaps her curse would die with her. she leaned her head back against the post, her vision swimming as consciousness began to fade from her exhausted body. let her last offering to the trickster be a smile, for he always seemed to wear one. he did not smile now. how unfitting, her last thought before the flames engulfed her.
a short for @hederahtus
incorrect quotes // the deep ( @ascnsion ) & anita
Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse.
NPC FRIENDS & EXES. anita doesnt make friends easily and that definitely bleeds into her dating life. because of this, i have pulled three big parts of anitas life from the comics/books into all of her verses. they all have a role in her character development and can be used in threads, dead or alive. of course if anyone picks up these characters as muses, this will change. faceclaims are based on the novels descriptions, as close as i could get.
veronica ‘ronnie’ sims, private detective. anitas best friend, and the only untrained human anita knew of who she felt was capable of handling herself in a fight. they sharing similar deprecatory humor, becoming exercise buddies and, when necessary, visiting one another in hospital. ronnie encourages anita to own her sexuality and only focus real energy on good men. she does not approve of any of anitas relationships with non-humans or those who can put her in more danger. fc: charlize theron
ted ‘edward’ forrester, bounty hunter. he usually helps anita on preternatural hunts or calls anita in to help him. anita considers herself to be possibly edward's only true friend, and since they are referred to as best friends. edward is a hitman and is extremely dangerous. He now specializes in assassinating supernatural targets, because humans were too easy. he particularly hunts vampires and lycanthropes, and taught anita most of her combat skills. he is known to the monsters as Death, seemingly because he has had so many kills. fc: ryan gosling
richard zeeman, werewolf. richard holds a degree in preternatural biology and has a day job as a junior high school science teacher. He is very closeted about his lycanthropy for fear of losing his job. unlike jean-claude, richard has a hard time accepting anitas bottomless rage and the violence that comes with it. he wants peace though he cant accept the lack of humanity in himself either. this causes a rift in their relationship and long lasting trauma for bother of them. he was anitas boyfriend in earlier books, her one-time fiance, was her on again, off again lover. now an ex. fc: joe manganiello
jean-claude, vampire. the current master of the city of st. louis and the head of the new vampire council in the united states. he owns several businesses in what st. louis calls the ‘blood square’, all of them nightclubs and bars promising a ‘vampire’ experience. once enemies turned reluctant partner, anita cut off the head of the old, curel master of the city and paved the way for jean-claude to take her place. after a year of pining, jean-claude finally convinces her to trust him and they date. jean-claude embodies the darker side of anita, the part of her that is ruthless and unforgiving. in all verses, he is an ex. fc: matt bomer
