#( .a.n.n.a. )

[32lice]

if this even is ethnical

[wanderingguest]

+ @factiousfcrged​ ( starter call ) muse : A.N.N.A. I’m a Mess by Bebe Rexha

“I’m a mess for your love, it ain’t new...”

[beemers-hell]

So I decided to be funny and host a very quick collab project right lmao

Happy Women's History Month! We are celebrating both female and feminine leaning Madness OCs for the occasion!

Here are the credit pages for everyone who participated!

From top left to right, bottom left to right:

EBONY & BANK - Me lmao

PATHOS - @s0uless-b0nes

VALERY - @trashcansienna

GRANK & MAW - @green--y

ROSE - @p1nkm4dn3ss

BISCUIT - @darlingvendetta

BOX - @knightlysnowy

EMILIA - @distressedwalnut

A.N.N.A. & ESTHER - @32lice

ROMPGIRL & WRAITH - @pinkburgerbox

MINETTE - mayhems_spam on twt!

TD - @adoorsocnonsense

HANANOKI - N3VAK1 on twt!

SKULL - @anghelcode

ROSE - savysnakeyes on twt!

DELILAH - Zirik_Fear on AO3!

LIZ - @michabyun

FRUIT HANK - @lil--ichigo

FADE - DoddlesofLab on twt!

ROCK - @arandanoedgy

MARTHA - @cinnamonpatty

TYLER - pinkpumpkinsp2 on twt!

ANNETTE - @phantas-mag0r1a

PROCRASTINATOR - Jxsterings on twt!

TILLY & DOMIEL - @kit-combat

ENVY & IVY - NV_NAVEL on twt!

DAHLIA - @christnarr

IRIS - @pybytes

AKARI - BackupHikarun on twt!

PUANK - bunnieykr on twt!

KITTEN - @pestilencegremlin

[ghanamusicblognetwork]

Talented Songwriter and Producer A.N.N.A Unveils Stunning New EP 'MAGIC'

A.N.N.A, the talented artist specializing in Afro Fusion and Afro Soul, has recently released her highly anticipated EP titled ‘MAGIC EP’. With a diverse musical background and captivating vocal abilities, A.N.N.A has quickly become a standout artist globally. Originally from Ghana, A.N.N.A moved to the Netherlands at the age of four but has always maintained a deep connection to her African…

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

@notthescarsyoucansee​ - a.n.n.a. sent in a meme for poe dameron.

“ you’re standing here like an angry god ”

     Her words made him startle out of his fuming thoughts, a flicker of chagrin darting across his sculpted features as he registered what it was that she’d said.  He knew he was angry, he knew he hadn’t taken the chastisement overly well, and the loss of the pilots and bombers in the last days had not sat well on his conscience or his mood -- not that loss and death ever did.  But he wasn’t sure how to take the descriptives.  God. He had to wonder what she had to compare it to, when she’d been trapped in the hands of the Order, under those like Kylo Ren and Snoke, those that likened themselves unto actual gods, while he ... “I’m not ... I’m just a man, I promise, Anna.”  A wry smile, followed by a softer exhale as he dropped his weight onto the nearest surface instead.  “Sorry, you were saying something?”

[prophecyread]

        @notthescarsyoucansee android!anna sent in a MEME for a.n.n.a. // always accepting.

"You shouldn't let anyone hurt you. You're worth more than that."

              “It doesn’t hurt.”  It was -- technically not a lie.  She had just as many, if not more, sensory input faculties as a human possessed nerves in their tactile systems.  It was part of her design.  Her purpose.  But she was also capable of ignoring it.  The damage was, after all, superficial, for the most part.  No internal systems had been damaged.  A few lacerations, flesh that had mottled and discolored per specification.  To be too human was to be flawed, and yet they wanted this. Had made them like this.  Had wanted to see them bruise, and bleed.  A hand rose, brushing back the tousled strands of hair, trying to smooth them somewhat, trying to drag the torn edges of her shirt together.  “Better it be me, than someone else.”  Someone real.   “I am sorry you were kept waiting, I -- if you will ... give me just a moment, I .... will be happy to catalog the repairs that are being done to the Rocinante.”

[traumateam-chr22]

Fortbildung am 5. Juli

Fortbildung am 5. Juli

Wir bieten die monatlichen traumteam-Fortbildungen weiterhin über NowToGo an. Die Sicherung der Atemwege und eine dazu häufig erforderliche Narkose sind zentrale Aufgaben der Notfallmedizin sowohl prähospital, als auch in der Notfallaufnahme. Deshalb müssen alle an der Versorgung von Notfallpatienten Beteiligten ein klares Konzept haben, wie die erforderlichen Maßnahmen durchgeführt sicher werden…

[32lice]

commercial district be damned my girl can manhandle asylum patients

[stormskinned]

                                                 starter call for the expanse verse!

[wanderingguest]

+ @goliathfcrged​ ( starter call ) muse : A.N.N.A. Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid

“Wanna feel alive. Outside, I can’t fight my fear.”

[violencefcrged]

                  @stormskinned​ sent in a meme / a.n.n.a.

“I need you to know, whatever happens, wherever you go, you’re not gonna do it alone.”

                She meant well.  He knew she did.  He knew he should be grateful.  Grateful that she cared enough to want to stick with him through whatever hell his future held.  Grateful that she cared enough to be here with him now, when he was somewhere around four out of five sheets to the wind, his throat simultaneously raw and numb from the many, many glasses of alcohol he’d consumed in the short time he’d been at the bar.  He should feel a lot of things.  He should do a lot of things.  He should do a not of other ones.  The truth was, right now, he didn’t feel anything, and that was exactly how he wanted it.  “’m fine, Anna I don’t -- need you here, now, so -- just -- go -- shop or go -- do something not here.”  

     He didn’t want to feel.  He didn’t want to think.  If he started thinking, he wouldn’t stop.  If he started feeling, he might just murder someone.  ‘We regret to inform you --’ The words from Baltimore teased at the edges of his thoughts and he shoved them away by swallowing down the contents of his nearly full glass.

[tunacatx-blog]

→ System Recovery Mode. Dear @beholdinghxm​,

Su rostro era inexpresivo mientras caminaba con su padre, sus manos se encontraban a los lados de su cuerpo y permanecía en silencio. Eso mataba al Dr. Beckham, su pequeña Anna había perdido casi toda su vida desde aquél accidente, volver a escribir, era como volver a iniciar en este mundo, ya no sonreía o ni siquiera entendía del todo que era eso. El Dr. Beckham no quería alterar los números en la cabeza de su hija, quería que ella aprendiera por sí sola, quería recuperar a su pequeña princesa, quería besarla y que ella riera, quería que ella amara, se casara, quería verla feliz de nuevo...

Finalmente, llegaron al aula X-11, el doctor se posicionó ante la joven quién mecánicamente subió su mirada azulina hacia la de su padre y él prosiguió: “Sé que ellos te ayudaran, Anna.” El contrario se acercó para depositar un pequeño beso sobre la frente de ella, la castaña no logró reaccionar y mantuvo su expresión seria. Una mujer se asomó por la puerta unos segundos después, se dirigió al Dr. Beckham y murmuró: “Ya pueden entrar, Jerome.” Él afirmó con sus cabeza para abrir del todo la puerta, la joven entró tras ver como su padre ingresaba, dio unos pasos hasta que el hombre se detuvo y le hizo una señal para que ella se detuviera en el centro del salón.

Sus ojos azules se deslizaron por todo el lugar, analizando a cada individuo que la miraban sin mucha impresión y escuchó como su padre empezaba a hablar: “Buenos días, yo soy el Dr. Jerome Beckham y les presento a Proyecto A.N.N.A. Anna es la primera humana-androide de la Tierra, su cabeza es capaz de responder cualquier pregunta matemática, lingüística hasta puede hablar cualquier idioma. Pero hoy, ustedes pueden colaborar en el crecimiento de Anna y es porque queremos probar que ella vuelva a aprender. Su cerebro es mitad computadora y mitad humano, necesita ejercitar su lado humano para evitar algún fallo en sistema. Anna estará dos meses bajo su tutela, deberán enseñarle a escribir, a leer y sobre todo a ser una mujer en esta sociedad. Pero, ella escogerá...” La mirada de Anna se había detenido en una joven de piel morena, cabellos castaños que se extendían por su espalda, mantuvo su mirada en ella mientras su padre explicaba y ella interrumpió:

— Viktoria Krum.

[agent-sarahwalker]

A.N.N.A. Oh my gawd.

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc31-vxMpRv/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

oh my fucking god they're engaged lmaos fjkfjhdjhfj I WON

and 16 whole years? like i been knew but holy shit holy shit they played us so well icb like from the videos alone age made fun of herself for never being able to date someone like sarah when they been dating this whole time age war criminal

[ghanamusicblognetwork]

Afro Fusion,Afro Soul,Songwriter,Producer A.N.N.A Set To Release ‘MAGIC EP’ And A Featured Compilation EP

This February 2024 talented Afro Fusion, Afro Soul singer/songwriter and producer ANNA is in Ghana all month promoting her EP MAGIC RELEASE DATE 09.02.2024 as well as compilation EP OUT OF YOUR HEAD- ALSO OUT 02.2024 ON WHICH SHE IS HEAVILY FEATURED. No small task. Anna will be in Ghana promoting not one but two projects. Anna Who has been residing in Ghana many months out of the year for many…

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

      @notthescarsyoucansee liked for a scar / wound starter for kylo & a.n.n.a.

     His body ached in ways that he had forgotten it could, just as it always did, and just as he always seemed to forget, once the pain from the force lightning subsided -- for now, though, it was still fresh, singeing his nerves and setting his teeth on edge, and his pride was just as severely wounded as his flesh, including the saber wounds seared along his cheek, jaw, throat, shoulder and chest.  He had allowed himself to be bested by a boy -- a traitor, no less, and nothing but a girl who had never in her life even held a lightsaber -- and for that he knew he had deserved his wounds, but the verbal and physical lashings of Snoke atop his injuries had pushed him to an edge, to a precipice that he was dangling over, desperately trying to reel back from before he topped forward into the chasm to be lost in nothing but seething hatred, blind rage, rash action --

     Lashes clenched tight, lips pressed thinner still as her fingers settled the nanite mesh into place against his jaw, nostrils flaring as he resisted the hiss of pain, swallowing it down.  She was not to blame.   She was doing what she could to help -- the only one that was -- He could have had the medical droid handle the installation of the mesh that would begin the slow process of repairing, knitting back together branded, aching flesh, but he preferred it to be her.   Her touch, however painful even with her caution, was at least intended to be gentle. 

[prophecyread]

@magicandsciencemuses - (takeshi) hit a heart once upon a time for a starter so here we are!

      “Oh, no need to introduce yourself, darling,” A.N.N.A. spoke, a hand flickering up to let fingertips tease against the edges of the Envoy’s lips, tracing the lines of his mouth with a light and perfectly measured balance.   “You are quite the talk of the town these days.”  A smile, languid, and delighted, danced at the corners of her own mouth as she let her hand fall down, to catch the lapel of his trench coat and trace the lines of it down -- and down.   “What could bring someone of your .... prestige to my --”  Her smile grew, her eyes dancing up, and up some more, to meet and linger on his.  “Little piece of paradise?”