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alright folks ... here is the new blog. this blog is now an archive.

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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.

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ASSET  001  ARCHIVES.    rage  is  a  weapon.  a  weapon  most  cannot  control.     ⤷    a  character  study  of  anastasia  barnes.

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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.  "

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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.

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my tags are still a mess. might need to do a brand new blog.

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— nipuna (via @nipsyyy)

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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.

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ASSET  001  ARCHIVES.    good  girl  gone  got  a  gun  from  a  gangster.     ⤷    a  character  study  of  anastasia  barnes.

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ASSET  001  ARCHIVES.    you  are  a  weapon.  and  weapons  don't  weep.     ⤷    a  character  study  of  anastasia  barnes.

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*/ 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.

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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.

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*/ 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.

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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.  "

@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. ❞

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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.  "

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.

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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.  "

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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the  riot  had  been  MESSY.  as  riots  so  often  tended  to  be , and  it  seemingly  came  out  of  nowhere  before  the  princess  was  QUICKLY  escorted  by  the  guards , on  andrei's  orders  no  less.  they  had  no  REASON  to  listen  to  his  orders , save  for  the  fact  that  his  orders  were  the  most  likely  to  get  her  out  of  harm's  way.  riots  happened  in  just  about  EVERY  kingdom  at  one  point  or  another , but  it  was  one  thing  to  KNOW  about  them , and  another  to  watch  your  sworn  sword , and  the  love  of  your  life  seeming  to  be  overcome  with  those  that  wished  to  get  at  her , just  to  send  a  MESSAGE.  she  had  screamed  to  go  back  for  him  the  whole  ride  back  to  the  keep , where  she  was  quickly  escorted  inside  and  to  her  room.  it  wouldn't  be  until  he  had  RETURNED  to  her  side , that  she  could  finally  breath  without  wishing  to  break  out  into  SOBS.  those  tears  would  not  be  needed  now , and  she  was  glad  for  it.  with  the  door  to  her  chambers  closed , shielding  them  from  prying  eyes , she  crossed  the  room  immediately , throwing  CAUTION  to  the  wind  as  she  moved  to  placed  a  needy  kiss  to  his  lips.  she  could  care  less  about  the  blood , she  could  always  have  a  bath.  but  this  was  far  more  important  to  her.    "  never  leave  my  side  again.  i  was  so  worried  for  you.  they  WOULDN'T  go  back  for  you ... i  tried  to  command  them  but  they  would  have  none  of  it.  "

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜ - princess anya

He knew he looked worse for wear, but the blood wasn't all his. The dark crimson liquid caked his armor, face, and anywhere that hadn't been covered by some form of another's body or weapon. By all accounts he looked like he should be dead from the amount of blood that was had to differentiate from his own. Of course he could imagine how she thought he died, aside from the blood. He had been cut, something he was glad his armor and the blood from his slain enemies was currently covering up. Andrei wanted to stand tall for as long as he could, the moment he had in front of others until he couldn't bear it anymore. And as he stood there, seeing the worry in her eyes, he could feel the tired and ache in his muscles creep up on him. His hand subconsciously moving to his side to apply some pressure as brow furrowed. "I never...fell princess." Not a lie, sure he had fallen to a knee but he almost immediately returned to his feet. "It would take more than that to take me from you."

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