#ch: anastasia

[finestmoment]

“you’ve seen my videos?” ana smirked, watching as he approached her. “let me guess... you like what you saw?”

[agoldenlily]

She was nervous but this had to be the place. It just had to be! She couldn't go to one more place empty handed and be letdown. In fact, she downright refused to be. She wanted to find Anastasia, she needed to. What would the rest of her life look like without her in it? After all of this time Elayne had simply not given up and she never would. She could remember when they were younger like it was yesterday and those memories had managed to sustain her when things grew far too hard. She even knew that she might be shirking her duties back home but how could she focus on matters of state when her heart would only be half in it?

Stepping up to the snow covered orphanage she stopped when she saw the girl that was coming out of the door. Surprise sparked across her face as she pulled her hands from the pockets of her coat in spite of the cold. That had to be her! The hair, the eyes, even the way that she walked!

Shakily, she took a breath and stepped towards the approaching woman. She must think that she's absolutely insane with the knit to her brows, the studious look in her eyes, the wonderment written across her face - "Hello?" She softly called out, now her heart was racing there in her chest. "Ana?" - @timeguardians

[indygggo]

Fanclones!!!!

A little later I'll write down some information about them

[blconnoisseur]

Shouldn’t Taekjoo have figured it out by now💀💀💀

[daughter-of-melpomene]

OC PRIDE MONTH CHALLENGE 2024 — Day Three: Bi

Make something for an oc that identifies as bisexual and/or biromantic!

↳ ANASTASIA UPLAND (THE HUNGER GAMES OC, BIROMANTIC + BISEXUAL)

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[limtity]

ZHENYA WHEN I GET YOU

[scribare-archive]

started out as a single skater, wanting to do it all on her own. not too good on trusting other people. depend on them. but olivier came into her life, and while it took time : it felt good. having that one person to count on. to trust and do this with, work with him. share the highs and lows. new way of doing things perhaps & definitelly taking some getting used to. considering the lifts especially. but gotten there. over time. take the skate guards off before entering the rink and pulling on the gloves, gaze drift across the few people there, not seeing her partner here yet, so going to one of the few other people she knows here.     ❝   you're out early.   ❞

@unbetweens. random starter <3

[toby-determined]

This Just In || Anatoby

@ugly-anastasia

After a very long and very grueling editing process, because when you were about to expose a local spot for being owned by a potential threat to the community, you had to have the i's and t's on your facts all dotted and crossed. But, finally, the Unbirthday Blend story was going to be in the paper.

"Now we can celebrate!" Toby said as he leaned over his chair to log off his computer and shut it down for the evening. He kept his forearms on the chair, turning to smile at Ms. Tremaine. "What do you say we head to Hatter's?"

Ever since their fight, they hadn't gone for their lunches or meetings there, and even after they'd become friends again they had been so busy writing the story and getting through the edits on top of the other work to be done. It had been awhile since they had been there as themselves.

"It probably won't be there much longer, eh?"

[somewherelostinbooks]

The Royal Diaries

Growing up, born in the early 90’s, my absolute favorite book were The Royal Diaries series from Scholastic. These books were a spinoff from the Dear America books (which I also read). They followed the middle age/teenage years of historically important royal women. To be honest, my obsession with monarchies and my interest in history (and my history degree) can be firmly traced from this series.…

[eulcgizeme]

OPEN TO: @tragiclike MUSES: romanyuk "roman konstenko & anastasia "ana" romanov, professional ballet dancers & dance partners. PLOT: continuation of roman & ana trying to make amends at a local bar after a performance.

The liquor was cold, but the burn of its influence on his senses sat heavy on his chest before flooding the rest of his body. This sensation was what he craved more than the rest as it silenced any dread. The contrast in temperature and taste took away his edge, burned it until it was dull. For a moment, Roman could surrender control and not despise it. Eventually he'd notice its absence, feel it begin to fester, and he'd find remedy— but first, he'd recklessly find the infection. His first attempt would be found in whatever would come of Anastasia and him outside of rehearsed interaction. His only responsibility then had been to ensure she didn't fall, and the rest always fell into place. What would become of them now? "Peace? Hardly," Roman scoffed, finishing off the drink in front of him that came at perfect rhythm. "A trap? You're giving me too much credit after we've just left the cage, Anastasia. I'm only wondering if there's anything to you beyond what they make us do." In their world, there was a desperation to be different but Roman had come to accept that it was possible that they were all the same. There were just those that knew how to follow a concept of contortion with more precision than the others, those more willing to risk a break than the rest. He was still on the fence about whether it was worth it, but Roman had grown too used to the cuts from the wire to give up now. If this was all he had, so be it. Though next to Anastasia, the contrast tasted too familiar. As different as they were, their shared practices had shaped them into similar pieces across a board. It was just a matter of what made them alike and what made them different came before or after broken bones and newfound faith in stage lights. "I've never run into you. This city isn't that big," He pointed out. "Where is it that you go when you're done being on top?"

[finestmoment]

anastasia stumbled up the stairs at the house party, attempting to find the bathroom. she accidentally opened a bedroom door and someone was sitting on the bed. "oh shit- i thought this was the bathroom." anastasia giggled.

[dr-drckken]

Out of the Goo || Andrakina

@accendimi​ @ugly-anastasia​

Drakken had been ready to get over the whole failed plan as soon as possible. Usually he did not have to deal with the clean up of one of them, aside from when he made the mistakes of trying to do it from the safety of his own lair only for it to backfire. Sometimes literally.

That had sort of been like this, except it was a whole town. The town he and Sarina were continuing to live in. It wasn’t as if anyone knew it had been him, both crushing and convenient, so there had been no need for a hasty exit.

But still, nearly 2 weeks later, some of the purple goo had yet to be cleaned up in their own neighborhood. Angry and upset, and thinking it probably best to get rid of any evidence, had signed up for the little clean up. 

“You sure you have nothing better to do?” he asked Sarina, who had followed him out when he’d told her where he was going. Drakken waved to the woman next door, who had organized this whole thing, hoping that was enough of a check in. Apparently not. “Oh, she’s coming over here, act natural.”

[blconnoisseur]

Uh oh

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

❝ For as long as she could remember, Anastasia had known she was going to win the Hunger Games. The oldest daughter and only child of a pair of politicians from Panem’s wealthy District Two, it had only been a matter of time before she had joined the long line of so-called “career tributes” that had come before her, volunteering for the Games because, as someone from a rich district who had had the advantage of actually being trained for this, she could afford to volunteer with very little fear of dying in the arena. And so, after years of training under the critical eyes of former District Two victors, of honing her skills with weapons of all kinds and developing her hand-to-hand combat skills until she could snap an opponent’s neck in only three moves, sixteen-year-old Anastasia had raised her voice at the Reaping and volunteered for the 72nd Hunger Games, determined and ready to enter the arena and add her name to the long list of victors from her district.

And so she had. After spending nine weeks, one of the longest periods of time a Games had ever lasted, in frozen and desolate terrain that had only toward the end become a blistering desert, after killing her way through twelve of her fellow tributes to become the deadliest tribute in Hunger Games history, Anastasia had been named victor of the 72nd Hunger Games, removed from the arena with both frostbite and a vicious sunburn and the blood of her last remaining competitor still on her hands, and taken back to District Two, where she was greeted with parades and parties and parents who proclaimed they’d never been prouder of her.

And she found that, contrary to what she’d always imagined would happen when she came back home a victor, she fucking hated all of it.

Over the next two years, with the exception of her Victory Tour, Anastasia gradually disappeared from the public eye, refusing all offers of a home in the Capital and training the next round of hopeful career tributes, until she became nothing more than a recluse, a self-imposed captive within the walls of her beautiful District Two penthouse, waking up screaming and thrashing from nightmares almost every night and never quite being able to believe that the blood she’d shed was gone from her hands. With every day that passed, she grew more bitter and full of rage towards the Capital and everyone who supported the Games, how they could watch and even cheer as children slaughtered one another for their entertainment and willingly send these children to die simply as penance for something that had happened so long ago, and with every day she lost a bit more hope that anything was ever going to change, convinced that the terrible cycle of violence was going to keep going and going and going long after she was dead, buried and allowed the privilege of a funeral where so many of the tributes she had killed were not.

But then, two years after the Games that had made Anastasia into a murderer, the two tributes from District Twelve had won the 74th Hunger Games together, choosing to die at the same time rather than let the Capital have its way, and Anastasia’s faith in the world restored itself by just a bit. As Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark began their Victory Tour and all of Panem dealt with the minor chink in the armor of their worldview that had come with their victory, Anastasia made sure to keep an eye on the two of them, becoming more and more intrigued with these two defiant young people from the poorest district and how they continued to defy the Capital’s will even as those in power work to keep them on a leash, and whispers of rebellion travel even into the tall and elegant buildings of Anastasia’s district.

And when the third Quarter Quell comes along, forcing former victors from all districts to once again become tributes and revisit possibly the worst experience of any of their lives, Anastasia finds she is actually looking forward to finally meeting these two and seeing them up close - even if she fully intends to die in the Quarter Quell arena, refusing to let the Capital make any more of a monster out of her. But as the 75th Hunger Games commences and Anastasia finds herself becoming closer and closer to Katniss and Peeta, she wonders if, perhaps, allowing herself to die would be letting the Capital win after all. If it would not be better to survive - hopefully, potentially, with these two people she finds herself beginning to care for - and become a different type of soldier as the rebellion against the Capital kicks off in earnest.

If, after almost three years of horrific nightmares and nails bitten bloody and seeing the faces of the children she murdered everywhere she goes, Anastasia can finally show the glittering pigs in the Capital exactly what happens when they make children into killers and tell them to find peace. ❞

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[limtity]

ah the scanlation of codename anastasia i’m reading posted ch 43 on taekjoo’s birthday…….. why would you do that

[devilsmenu]

049. a garden bountiful with flowers or produce . — harriet & anastasia.

"It's actually a really nice place to walk on, it's beautiful and calming as well" Harriet comment to the other woman that was also with her on the garden.