#Musings;;Anthea

[goldxandxglory]

Anthea Tag Drop

[oncillamoltres]

my sister saw me drawing this and called Rood Anthea's "emotional support grandpa"

[nova--spark]

Finished Thea in a suit with some nice line work, purely bc I like to see @cherri-leaf and @asimp4bee simp like crazy

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

Concordia is very worried about the news from Nimbasa. It is fortunate that Growlithe is good at calming her fears...

[thunderblessedhero-old]

...So me and Concordia were the ones to inherit the Dark and Light Stones in his world, huh? We took his place as fa... Ghetsis' pawns.

...I can't say I know how to feel about that.

-Anthea

[oncillaphoenix]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Verbena | Anthea, Dark Trinity | Shadow Triad, N | Natural Harmonia Gropius, Helena | Concordia Additional Tags: the dog does not die btw the dog is fine, actually none of the humans listed in the tags die either, it's more of a 'haunting the narrative' situation Summary:

Fifteen years after the first time Team Plasma disbanded, Anthea Harmonia runs into someone she never thought she would see again.

[dustbunnystudios]

I want to paint another eldritch horror type painting, and I wanna glue googly eyes to it.

[uroborosymphony]

Wanted plot :    "I was supposed to kill you but we got married in Vegas. Well, I'm still gonna kill you."

Looking for a target for Ara Anthea. Plot inspired by Anora, mixed with Ara's backstory and lore.

Ara Anthea is a mercenary, survival has always been her only rule. On the job, she’s known as Cerberus. Efficient. Lethal. But there’s something chillingly sadistic in the way she puts a bullet through a man’s skull, she enjoys it. People say she’s not alone in her head. Unstable. But she’s one of the best, and when you need results, how can you not hire her? This time, though, the contract is different. Trickier. The target? Your muse. Her plan is the following: infiltrate a club your muse frequents, pose as a sex worker, lure them in, and finish the job. Clean. Simple. Just another night. Except it doesn’t happen. There was something about the conversation they had that night. Something that caught her off guard. Curiosity, maybe. Or something deeper. They start spending time together, drinking, laughing, losing themselves in the chaos. Your muse has money and keeps spending it for Ara, she likes it. One night, they even get drunk-married in Vegas, just for the hell of it. That was supposed to be the moment she struck. But... something goes wrong and she doesn't manage to kill your muse. Another miss.

Ara : Fine, now the cats are out of the bags darling but I can still kill you and have a lot of pleasure doing so.

Y/M : Yeah? Or I can be your ticket out of this miserable life of yours, just stay married to me. My money will be yours.

Ara : Won't you try to kill me in my sleep as revenge if I do?

Y/M : I certainly will.

[ofmaddogs]

"I have a soft spot for dead wives"

[nctanthca]

@darkestredemptives asked: “That’s a lot of swelling.”

Holding up her compact, Anthea tried to get a better look at her injuries. Swelling. Already bruising as well. Wonderful. Snapping it shut she tossed it back in her bag. "Nothing a little naproxen and some concealer can't fix," she informed him, as if it wasn't that big of a deal.

[no-less-than-a-lambgod]

Muse: Anthea (Follower of The Shepherd, Red Deer)

It was like opening the door to an avalanche. Even more extroverted types might have trouble keeping up here, so there was absolutely no chance for Anthea to put in a single word. Maybe she shouldn't have come, this friendliness is suffocating.

But now she is invited inside, and she doesn't feel like she is in the position to refuse. ...what if this is some kind of trap? Did she get in trouble again. Like a deer in headlights, she stands there frozen for a moment, considering if she should just make a run for it.

Where where would she even go?

"...of course, thank you, disciple Dotty."

Stepping through the threshold of the door, the sound of her steps against the wood is surprisingly soft, even though she has hard hooves like the lamb, she does not have a loud and confident stride like theirs.

The door opens, just a little bit. Enough for Dotty to peek her head through the gap for a split second before fully opening it.

She a has a huge smile on her face.

"Anthea!! You actually came! I was so scared you wouldn't― I mean, it would've been totally fine if you didn't, but y'know, I was hoping you would."

She clears her throat. "So, I take it you got my gift? Did you like it? I thought it was very, well, you. But it's fine if you didn't! I can make you something else."

... Anthea isn't given much of a chance to respond before Dotty starts talking again.

"Ah! Waitwaitwait, hold that thought. You should tell me what you think inside, come on in!" She takes a step to the side, gesturing for Anthea to enter.

[oncillamoltres]

she is listening to idle worship by paramore

[nova--spark]

had a shitty day at work so

have a Thea angst

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

I wonder if there are many universes where we are worse

[penumbralma]

The woman speaks and Mitsuko listens. Ara Anthea – she has always felt different to everyone else Mitsuko knows. Ever since they met, it was evident... Ara Anthea bore the judge eyes – as Mitsuko liked to call it – the very ones that haunt her family and, yet, Ara hadn't tormented her. When they met, Mitsuko felt an understanding... Ara knew of the solitude she lived and Mitsuko knew of her's. At least, she hoped she did. They had seen each other and, now, when Ara appeared from the shadows, she couldn't help but feel a light warmth taking over her as opposed to the dread others did.

She is both the storm and the calm, she is the wolf lurking in the shadows and the one lunging to attack. Mitsuko had thought to describe it better time and time again, but she found words to be lacking. Ara was different, to put it simply. Her aura was mad and contradicting, but that chaos was always beautiful – Ara is.

"None of this is good news, is it? Not even for you?" For some reason, she thought maybe that solitude could've been eradicated with the mystery presence of whatever being had done this. Would Ara want someone like this around her? Would it cause her pendulum of chaos to go awry? It seemed Ara saw it, too, the way things had started to escalate. Whomever was doing this had started to either let loose or lose all control... They knew they could get away with it now, so they got more reckless, violent, cruel.

And that's exactly what worried Mitsuko. Ara was clearly a strong individual, yes, but was this mysterious figure a possible threat to her? Could it be that they could catch Ara off-guard and... The mere thought of it sent shivers down her spine. This was... worry, wasn't it? It was a scary predicament.

When their eyes meet, the darkness engulfing Mitsuko's own starts dissipating, like coming out of a fog. There's a flicker of light that meets the tenderness of Ara's. It is... a brief moment of safety, of solace. Looking at her, she believes firmly in her own assumption that they are friends, that friendship can come this easy for the two of them... She nods slowly, a saddened smile presents itself due to the irony Ara spoke. She was right.

"Yes, I'll be careful. I had been... I thought I was doing a good job, but..." She breaks the contact, eyes to the scene of the crime, thoughts repeating what she saw once, twice, three times. That was always the charm. "I saw it, I saw this one happen. I was here. I don't know why I was here..." She knows she shouldn't be asking for answers from her, but who else could she turn to? Who else would she want to turn to? "It's true, isn't it? What you said; I'm haunted. And so is this place. But I can't do anything about it, can I? Not alone..."

She tries not to choke, hopes that maybe what she'll say isn't as bad as her thoughts make it to be. Ara doesn't owe her anything, Ara does not need to entertain her, but... "What I mean to say is— Is there any way you could help me?"

ㅤ—ㅤThe question draws a frown to Ara Anthea’s brows. Non-human. It had been a suspicion of hers as well. Being not entirely human herself, she had always assumed she was alone among them. At first, she had searched—looking for others who might belong to different times, different realms—before finally resigning herself to solitude. Until Mitsuko. Mitsuko, who could see her. Perceive her in ways no one else could. It had never saddened her, being the only one. She knew that the moment non-humans set foot on this ground, they would kill, destroy—just as she did, just like she does. “I believe you, darling. I had my suspicions, as well,” she murmurs, her voice edged with pensive thoughts. “The city has been riddled with cases lately. And they keep on getting stranger. I doubt the authorities understand what's truly coming for them.” She meant it. The old patterns were gone, perhaps something bigger was approaching. Her gaze drifts to Mitsuko then, a flicker of something softer passing through her usually unreadable expression. Ara Anthea is a mercenary. She knows better than to have friends, to have loved ones. Attachments make you weak. Vulnerable. “You shouldn't worry so much about me, Sweetheart” she says lightly. “You do know I can protect myself. And even if I did have a family to protect, I wouldn’t let anything happen to them.” There’s a faint smile on her lips—so slight it barely exists. A ghost of a thought, of a longing she would never dare voice. To have people to protect. To not be alone. But Mitsuko—Mitsuko, she does worry about. She considers her a friend. “You should be careful too, you do know that?” Ara adds, her gaze sharpening. “Didn’t you say you didn’t want to be anywhere near cases like this? But they haunt you, don't they?”

[nctanthca]

@storyuntrue asked: " whatever it is you wish to tell me, it won't leave this room. " / from Sherlock !

"Wish to tell you?" Anthea gave a small laugh. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Holmes. I have nothing to say, " she said with a small shrug, shaking her head, contradicting herself.