#NOTTHESCARSYOUCANSEE. ( anna. )

[rykerelias-archive]

@notthescarsyoucansee​ - anna liked for a lyric/dialogue starter.

better with you.

“I know it's ugly turning on the news.  There's people fighting over point of view.  Sometimes it's like there's nothing left to lose.  And I don't know what to do but I know it's better with you.”

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

 @notthescarsyoucansee  liked for a one liner from betty ross.

      “What is it like? When it happens, what do you experience?”

[grcwingstrcng]

@notthescarsyoucansee​ sent:  "If you and Stephen are just going to argue all night, I'm going to steal Pep and we're going to run away together. With all of your money." (For Tony obviously xD)

“I’ll give you my money for you to not steal my wife.” He doesn’t take too many risks when it comes to Anna’s threats. There’s much power in that tiny body.

[tapewormking]

"They all fear me again. Like I will suddenly wake up one day as Jade just because I'm discovering the real depth and breadth of my power. Must I truly live my life in solitude?" (Anna once again going to the WRONG PERSON for advice. At least she's consistent.)

“Why shouldn’t they be afraid? You are a god. You and I - we create reality. Our thoughts shape the world. We are fearsome.”

[prophecyread]

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

            “I find humans fascinating.”

               Perhaps it was too quick, the look that she cast to her -- sister, was the term the other android had used.  A.N.N.A. was still uncertain if the term was appropriate, but she had no desire to argue with the other unit, especially over something as simple as semantics, vocabulary.  As she understood it, the other unit’s experience in service had been ... different, than her own.  Broader, perhaps.  Until her re-activation on Tycho Station, A.N.N.A.’s own contact with human kind had been ...  limited.  And had, as a whole, not -- well, kind.  It was still strange, to her.  All of this.  Johnson, Drummer -- even if treated with suspicion she was still treated with some modicum of respect, not mishandled, or damaged.   “Do you?”  Of course, it was silly of her to question the unit’s statement.  There was no reason for deception.  “I ... find them --”  There was another moment of hesitation, one that should not have been, only she found herself reluctant to speak the truth.  Was that not then, deception?  “Confusing.”  It was, not a lie.  Simply - an alternate truth from the first.  Frightening.

[bringerofthestorm]

❛ You got me on my knees, I’m your one-man cult. ❜ (might have made a tiny little happy noise because YOU'RE BACK!)

That’s The Spirit RP Prompts

@notthescarsyoucansee

Memories haunt him, guilt festering in him like disease. Disgrace never suited him. A heavy conscience always had to be appeased – in acknowledgement, but most of all, action. No misdeed of his has ever gone without amending and a heavy lesson. But now, as the ashes settle on their new reality, there is no fixing his mistakes. Apologies mean nothing to the dead, and now the living endure his choices.  

But of everything he’s lost, he still has her. That alone is a relief. A faint smile thaws his cold demeanour, shoulders sinking as he relaxes in her company. Silent as he considers her pledge, he wordlessly approaches her – only a soft breath escaping him. 

His blue eyes scrutinise her for a moment, locking onto hers. There’s no contempt as he deserves, just her warmth. Always her warmth. A calloused thumb traces her jaw and then over her cheekbone. 

“Your faith is all I need.” 

[rykerelias-archive]

❝ I told you, I don’t like to be manhandled!❞

            @notthescarsyoucansee ( anna - SHIELD. ) ||  A MEME.  // accepting.

             “Figured you’d prefer a bit of MANHANDLING than being SHOT, is all,” Elias retorted, his tone short, his words clipped, as he shifted his weight so that he could peer out around the cover he’d pulled them both behind when the first shot had rung out.  “If I was wrong, please, feel free to let me know for next time,” he grumbled, his pistol already in hand and feeling WOEFULLY inadequate for the caliber and quantity of shots that had rung out in their direction.  

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

    @notthescarsyoucansee liked for a one liner from amos burton.

  “ You can tell a lot about a place by how they treat their people. “

[grcwingstrcng]

@notthescarsyoucansee bc i can

“are you grabbing a chair? seriously?”

[tapewormking]

🎭

“What’s that?” the telepath said, looking down at her bleeding victim. “Crying already? Come on, come on.” She pulled down the edge of her shirt, revealing a cruel scar that matched the wounds on her victim. “Do you think I cried when they did that to me? You can do better. Try again.”

[prophecyread]

 @notthescarsyoucansee gets a starter from amos // expanse au.

               The basics were, in the end, fundamentally similar.  While there was no denying that the Roci was leaps and bounds more advanced than the gear he’d trained on, and, a few leaps and bounds ahead of the dilapidated Cant, nuts and bolts were still nuts and bolts.  Most of what would’ve been difficult for him to decipher in a pinch, if he’d had to, fell more under Naomi’s expertise than his, which, didn’t mean he wasn’t doing his best to figure out the differences between the MCRN ship and the Earther designs he was more accustomed to, but for the most part, the design of the ship was recognizable enough.  Still, he’d already found more than a few discrepancies between the manuals and regs, and what was actually in place on the ship, not counting any number of hidey holes that either hadn’t been marked, or just hadn’t been considered important enough to notate in the ship’s schematics.  And that wouldn’t do.  Not when, in an emergency, he needed to have every inch, inside and out of the Roci in mind, knowing what went where and what connected which, so he could keep her, and the crew on board, afloat.  And not adrift.

     Besides.   With Naomi and Holden keeping themselves occupied, if Amos wasn’t familiarizing himself with the depths of the ship, he was pretty much guaranteed to get sucked into the black hole of Alex’s chitter chatter and that -- was not his cup of tea.  He’d rather be on his own, in silent contemplation of why the panels along this particular hallway were 3/4 of an inch off than the rest of the ship, than try and muster the patience to try and pretend to listen to the Martian jaw. Fingers traced the edges of each panel, thumb tapping absently against them.  Something nagged, pricking at the back of his thoughts, until he came to the end of the corridor, eyes scanning the control panel that thumbed open the access point for the rooms beyond, and a thumb settled against the infrared scanner.   And then, a chirp, a soft, barely audible hiss, and the panel, rather than the door, slid away as the computerized voice confirmed crew identity.

    He was drawn a good two steps back before he recognized it, a flush of adrenaline as he’d found himself suddenly face to face with someone -- a stranger -- a woman -- who had been sealed within the -- panel.  Cryopod?  “Who the --- fuck,” escaped, in a half growl, his hand clenched, already half cocked, but forced to remain slightly level with his side to not cold clock the dark haired figure, eyes suddenly bright and aware staring back at him from the inset storage.  

[stormskinned]

this blog is new, yes.

but anna is not new.

i’ve legit been writing her for years.

her old blog is notthescarsyoucansee and there is plenty of writing on there to judge by.

i just felt the need to reboot and rebrand, that’s it.

[watcrdamagcd]

@notthescarsyoucansee​ liked for a starter from fitz-y

fitz tensed his jaw as he glanced up from sipping his tea. he doesn’t bother holding back his anger, hurt and... fear that creeps up when he sees anna standing before him. “ i don’t appreciate ya trackin’ me down to m’ favorite tea shoppe. especially when i made it clear i didn’t want to see ya again, anna.” 

[sanguisfulgur]

@notthescarsyoucansee​

“Help me settle this will you, Anna?” He’s grinning even though he and his twin have probably taken this debate far too seriously. “Which is superior— Mint chocolate chip ice cream or chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream?”

[ofclubsandcocaine]

@notthescarsyoucansee

❝Please tell me you have something other than bottled water to drink.❞ 

TJ unceremoniously dropped onto Anna’s couch, lithe fingers making quick work of the first couple of buttons of his shirt. Having dinner at his mother’s place was always an occasion in one form or another, and it seemed that he was the (un)lucky subject this time around, so here he was, bugging Anna because she was the only person he could really go to.

[chokethelight]

@notthescarsyoucansee​  asked:                 “Oh, I may be on the side of the angels– but don’t think for one second that I am one of them.” (omnipath!Anna for doc!Peter)

Assumptions about people was how he got in this mess in the first place. Hero, villain, or something beyond both titles. Ironic truly that words never quite find their place when they are truly necessary and not just used to bolster an ego. 

A simple point to the fact that everyone had a side that was hidden. A side that wasn’t shown to a majority of people. It may be something concealed by a thin-veil of paper—- a public face for all to see. Something that can crack at the sign of pressure.

Yet, it was important to have one all the same. For to judge one’s character on simple looks alone was fleeting. To have one’s character called into question was done only out of necessity and never out of a true want to examine them critically. 

She may be on the side of decent or ‘angels’ as she calmly put it, but did that mean he cared? Did that mean he needed to care? 

Not. A. Chance.

All that truly mattered was she was in his way. That she was quite possibly going to prevent him from doing what was necessary. No, what needed to be done - even if he wasn’t entirely sure why… besides the obvious that Peter Parker was most likely going to cause yet another massive explosion.

Such was the life of someone like him who always had to push to the edge of the unknown and then got himself blown up more times than he could possibly count. It simply was the way of things…even if he disliked it.

“Assumptions are the bane of us all,” he says. “I don’t think of anything other than based on the facts of the situation.” It wasn’t entirely true - not even close and yet he didn’t think it mattered at the moment. “Right now, the facts state that it’s quite possible that you’ll do anything in your power to stop me.”

“I want to say it’s foolish to even attempt it. More so considering who I am, but for the moment you’re not a threat, but should you ever be considered a threat,” a pause. “A true threat, then my little friends would not be very happy.” 

Not that his mechanical arms were happy most days, but they did have minds of their own. Not to mention the specific fact that they liked certain people more than others — such things were not taken lightly to them. Therefore, should someone ultimately become a threat to either them or Peter? Things would not go well for whomever they were. 

“And when they’re not happy? They become… extremely violent.”