#★ interactions . ANNA

[xiao-lantern]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

ahh hello anna!! i’m so sorry i didn’t see this earlier but ahh thank you 🥺 ik i’m not super active much, but i’m relieved you see me this way lol 🩵

[honorhearted]

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★  ⸻   COMPASSION: 9/10

★  ⸻   BITTERNESS: 7/10 (It could be argued that many of his actions are inspired by revenge -- i.e. before Samuel is even declared d.ead, Ben wants to avenge the men Rogers k.illed; as well as Simcoe with coming after his father and Lucas B.rewster, etc.)

★  ⸻   HAPPINESS: 4/10 (The guy rarely smiles; he's too STRESSED to be happy.)

★  ⸻   POLITENESS: 9/10 (He'll offer you his chair, but he gets docked a point for the inevitable sass.)

★  ⸻   CHIVALRY: 9/10 (His white knight complex is almost a f.atal flaw.)

★  ⸻   PRIDE: 7/10 (He's hard to budge when he thinks he's right, but he's not too proud to admit fault -- unless you're Anna S.trong lol.)

★  ⸻   HONESTY: 5/10 (It depends -- he's part of a s.py m.ission, so naturally, he's going to lie to certain people. Prior to the w.ar, he was very honest with his friends.)

★  ⸻   BRAVERY: 10/10

★  ⸻   RECKLESSNESS: 7/10 (Despite being the most even-keeled of the ring in terms of leadership, he'll still take unnecessary risks here and there.)

★  ⸻   AMBITION: 6/10 (Ben's ambition is geared more towards the greater good rather than his own glory.)

★  ⸻   LOYALTY: 10/10

★  ⸻   LOVE: 9/10

★  ⸻   SENSE OF FAMILY: 9/10 (Ben gets docked a point for it never canonically showing him and Nathaniel interacting beyond 1x10. I personally write them being close, but are they in canon? Who knows?)

★  ⸻   ATTRACTIVENESS: 8/10

★  ⸻   AGILITY: 8/10

★  ⸻   S.EX DRIVE: 7-10/10 (Depending on his mood and circumstances, it can be anywhere from moderate to extremely high. He tends to seek p.leasure to combat the pain.)

[annbourbon]

Just a little reminder:

Please don't forget to check my other social media if you're interested on my activities. In a way, I'm like the wind, or dandelion seeds, always flying, always in a different place.

I'm currently on Tumblr, some days I'm making an appearance on Twitter (oh nowadays it's called X right? Poor bird...) and Instagram.

I'm editing my stories on Wattpad, and posting some of them on Quotev too. I'll be back on Amazon as soon as I can get my account back. And once I finish working with my stories, I'll be back on FF.net to keep writing because I truly love the way fandoms work.

My life doesn't change that much, I'm constantly learning, studying and working. If you want to know more about me, try tracking me, or watch my most recent video or post (?)

If you like the idea of seeing my drawings and art, please visit my DeviantArt (I'm also posting my stories there, from time to time), but quick fact here: I'm a beginner rn and I'm not exactly good (for now!)

I love TikTok but it's so easily to lose track of time there. So I'm keeping my interactions at minimum on that platform.

Sometimes, college is keeping me busy, that, my ballet classes, ice skating (sometimes) or languages: I love to study languages.

But despite all this long story, I'm sort of a private person. So I would appreciate to be left alone while I'm creating things for you to enjoy. Your support, constructive criticism and cheers are welcome. But please try keeping this place healthy. I don't appreciate negativity.

We're humans. We're always looking for something to do. Something to see. And most of the time, when we talk about our likes and dislikes, experiences and the world that surrounds us, we don't realize that it is a mess. A beautiful one though.

This is why I refuse to change anything in the way I present myself to you all. I'm a mess. A mix of different interests. Something you can't control. Something you cannot label. Because, we're humans. I'm human. We're not meant to be inside of a box. We're not dolls. Like life itself, we're meant to be somewhat chaotic, but also creative. And that's what this is about. Me being me and sharing everything I like or dislike. Things that I've learned. Ideas I have. It's miscellaneous. And I wouldn't want it it in any other way.

Soon I'll have a place for y'all to buy me a coffee (if you want! I don't want to force anyone to anything.) But for now, just be happy and enjoy my content please!<3

Love,

Anna.

Right now I'm working on Fit or Die. I'll be back after finishing up the story. So, see you later! Please don't abandon me just because you're watching this blog become a bit inactive. I'll be back. 💖

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[bluejay-writes]

Mystictober 2023: Day 12 - This sounds like a Job for AI

You can read/collect this fic on Ao3 if that’s more your speed!

Rating: E for everyone.

Prompt: Robot / Text Message

Characters: 707, Vanderwood, MC (Anna)

Wordcount: 1993

Summary: Wait, did you really expect her to just stay in the apartment under these obviously sketchy conditions? No thanks. Let's just make a chat bot to talk to the RFA and then GTFO.

Author's Notes: This was written for Mystictober 2023, Day 12. I've been intending to be writing for the whole month, but a lot of the prompts just aren't doing anything for my muse, so if you have any requests, hit up that ask box. (The full prompt list is at the bottom of this post!) Also, the diner and the waitress therein are an homage to one of the best MC/707 fics out there, "The Number Next Door" by LumiOlivier.

Alright, now I just need to make sure I’ve got the settings correct so that it only joins chat rooms during the sleep schedule precedent I set for the first two days, and then I think everything’s set…

Anna winced as another chatroom opening notification pinged in.  Well, it wouldn’t hurt to set the thing up and test it out before she made her way out of the apartment and back to some semblance of a normal life.  If everything went well, she’d be out of the apartment for good within the hour. Making sure the phone was plugged into its charger, she set it next to her, kicked on the Chat AI bot that she’d just finished, and watched as it entered the chat just like she taught it to.

Anna couldn’t help but preen like a proud mother as she watched it interact.

[Anna has entered the chat] Yoosung★: Hey, it’s Anna! Jaehee Kang: Welcome, yo Jaehee Kang: I mean, welcome. Yoosung★: typo lolololol Jumin Han: Her fingers must have slipped. Jaehee Kang: …;

Anna watched as her bot flawlessly chatted with Jumin, Jaehee, and Yoosung about their lunches, and food in general. She smirked at the commentary about rich people, and Seven’s maid.  Anna was certain that Seven neither had an actual maid, nor was the person in question named Mary Vanderwood 3rd.  It was probably his handler for whatever super-secret work he did.  Not that Anna was one to judge, she did plenty of hacking on her own.  

She’d made one major mistake, however. Her cover identity this time around was too perfect. It had fooled Unknown into thinking she was just the kind of nonentity that he needed for whatever mess he was trying to get her into with the RFA, and it was clean enough that even hacker 707 thought she was who she said she was.  It would be a bit sad to shed Anna less than a year after slipping into her skin, but that was the price of going undetected in this line of work. Apparently, her impressions of 707 had led her bot to trust him, which amused her. He was probably the most trustworthy among them, but because of that the least likely to speak the truth.  

As the conversation started to wind down, Anna unplugged her power cable and got everything ready for her departure from the apartment.  Surely they would just assume she was still here if the phone was still here and talking to them.  She knew there was a camera in the hallway, so if she left the apartment after this chatroom closed, they’d think she was off to get groceries or something, and Seven would just assume he’d missed her come back when she started talking again.

Yoosung went back to class after his lunch hour (which was frankly a miracle given his gaming habits), whereas Jumin and Jaehee had a meeting.  They all logged out, and Anna paused the bot before it, too, left the chat.

Anna: This is going to sound weird, but Anna: Thank you all so much for being so welcoming. Anna: I know you didn’t have to, and it means a lot. [Anna has left the chatroom]

Anna kicked the bot back in, checked that she had everything she came with, and turned off the light on her way out the door.  She felt bad for leaving them without more than a cryptic thank you, but if she said anything else they’d start to question the bot.

Next stop, lunch.

The sights, sounds, and smells of her favorite little diner wrapped Anna up like a warm hug. She sipped on the blueberry honey shake in front of her as the waitress took away the dirty plates from her lunch. Laptop in front of her, she tapped away, looking for just the right area to disappear to next. Seoul had seemed like a great idea, but then she’d found that lost phone and decided to be a Good Samaritan and return it to its owner, and, well, the whole mess with the apartment.

She lost herself for a moment, looking at youth hostels in Morocco, when someone suddenly slid into the booth across from her. Gut instinct told her to cut and run - but before she could even shift, someone else settled between her and the edge of the booth.

Anna sighed, and looked up at the ginger sitting in front of her.

“Good afternoon. What can I do for you…” She glanced at the stern brunette next to her. “Gentlemen?”

“Come on, Anna. You’re smart enough to recognize me from my pictures!” The man across from her said, brightly. “Don’t play dumb, please.”

Another sigh, and Anna shrugged. “Hi, Seven.”

Seven, for it truly was the hacker from the RFA, grinned and waved down the waitress. “Florence, can I get a short stack and a strawberry shake?”

The older woman smiled. “Sure thing, Lucy. Anything for your shadow?” She eyed the man next to Anna, who shrugged. “And a black coffee.  You need a refresh on that shake, dear? Not often I get an excuse to play with honey.”

Anna looked at Seven, and then back at the waitress. “Sure, why not. May as well ruin the rest of my day with a sugar high.”

“Works for this boy often enough, not that I usually see him before Midnight.” 

Anna sighed, and closed her laptop. “So, what can I do for you while we wait for the sugar rush of the century?”

Seven smirked. “Care to explain how you’re having a conversation with Yoosung about the pros and cons of LOLOL character builds while you sit here considering youth hostels in Africa?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Anna said, shrugging. “Well, about LOLOL. Never played it. I was definitely looking at Hostels.”

Seven tapped his phone a few times and pointed it at her, where ‘Anna’ and ‘Yoosung★’ were definitely having that conversation.

“How did you install a chatbot in my messenger?  Why did you install a chatbot in my messenger? You’re an American, an English Literature major college dropout, how do you even know what a chatbot is?”

“First, rude. Liberal Arts majors know a lot of things and don’t get enough credit.” Then, she shrugged. “The fact that you believe that I’m American, or dropped out of college even, implies that you’re not as good of a hacker as you claim to be.”

There was a pause, and the shadow next to her shifted in a way that implied he was reaching for a concealed weapon.

“Stow it, black coffee.” Anna said, rolling her eyes. “I’m hardly a physical threat, and you have me dead to rights before I could even try and get out of this booth, there’s no need to scare randos at a diner.”

“Vanderwood.” He grunted, relaxing a degree or two, and she nodded. 

“Sorry. Vanderwood.”

Seven looked between them, and then back at his phone, and deflated into a depressed looking puddle just as Florence arrived with their food.

“Trouble in paradise, you two? And here I thought my firecracker of a regular was finally going to go on vacation with a cute girl. You better apologize, mister, she’s a keeper.” Florence said, waggling a finger before walking away.

“Shit.” Seven rolled his eyes. “I’m even the villain to Florence now.”

“Sorry, Seven. No romantic vacations for you. At least not with me.”

“Aw, am I not cute enough?”

“You’re adorable. And I’m a lesbian. Next question?”

“What’s your name?” Seven asked, bluntly.

Next to her, Vanderwood made the strangest sound, like he was trying desperately not to laugh. When Seven gave him a look, he quietly said “She could tell you, but she’d have to kill you.”

Anna chuckled, and Seven just shook his head. Spy Dad Jokes.

“Okay, how about ‘what do you want to be called’ then?  We all know Seven’s not my real name, so like, I’m not one to actually complain.”

“Anna’s fine. I haven’t gotten to be Anna long enough.”

“So, obviously you’re a hacker type.” Seven said. “And better than me at. identity. shenanigans.” he clarified. “Why did you leave the apartment? Why a chat bot? I want to understand. I want to keep my friends safe.”

“You try being led to a random apartment by someone who was drawn in by an identity that no one would miss if she disappeared, and then get taken in like family by the people you were led to. Now, be told that you shouldn’t leave the apartment you’re in, that there are cameras but not where. Then be told not only by the group in which you’ve been planted but also by the creeper that put you there that you have to convince people to come to a charity party and that everyone’s happiness relies on you doing a job you only agreed to so you wouldn’t get arrested for trying to do a good deed. I am not sad to be burning this persona to the ground this fast, I just started being Anna and I like who she is. I’m a fan of not caring what two milkshakes in a day and no gym time is doing to my hips. But I’m glad. Because it means that it’s me who was in that situation. Me, who was equipped to get herself out without hurting herself or others. Well, barring some feelings. I’m sure Yoosung will never forgive me and I set the bot to be nice to Jaehee and flirt hardcore with Zen, so… yeah. Feelings probably hurt, but. No innocent lives were entirely ruined, and I’ll figure out what to do about buying new jeans wherever Anna 2.0 ends up next.”

“Well. Someone certainly taught you how to monologue.”

“Video games.”

“I thought you didn’t play LOLOL.”

“I don’t. There are other games, you know.”

Seven sighed. “Okay. Say I understand. What about the shady guy? Isn’t he going to just get someone else?”

“Yeah, probably, but I mean you were looking for him and he won’t notice I’m gone for awhile, and he’ll be so confused by the chat bot he’ll slip and you’ll catch him.”

Seven grumbled. “I was fooled by the chat bot until I realized you weren’t in the apartment.”

“See, cameras.”

“But why a chat bot, Anna? Why give in to sleazy corporate AI shenanigans? Stolen training media!! My heart hurts.”

“I stole the chat bot. She’s ripped. And she’s trained only my own shitty fanfic, so she sounds as much like me as possible.”

Seven just blinked at her. “You write fanfic?! No no no wait that is not the takeaway here.”

Vanderwood cleared his throat as Florence arrived to clear the table and quietly return Vanderwood’s credit card.

“Right. Uh. One last question, Anna, and then I’ll get out of your hair.” Seven was wringing his hands, and Anna wasn’t sure how she felt about whatever this question was going to be.

“Would you consider… working with me?  Maybe this hacker situation as a trial and you can see if you like the working conditions?”

Anna eyed Vanderwood. “This your handler?” A grunt from Mr. Black Coffee Vanderwood himself gave the answer. “That make him my handler?”

“Depends.” Vanderwood spoke for himself. “How do you feel about dishes?”

“I prefer a dishwasher but as long as you don’t make me wear the horrendous yellow plastic gloves I’m game?”

“Yeah. I think I can handle you.” Vanderwood nodded.

Anna smirked, but didn’t take the easy bait.

“Alright. Let’s go catch us a creepy cult boy and his Eternal Paradise or whatever. Then I’m going to Morocco.”

“Need a +1?” Seven said, smirking as they left the diner.

“Yep. I’m going to seduce Jaehee.”

The sound Seven made in response sounded almost like someone put a rubber chicken in a blender. In that moment, Anna was glad she decided to stay.