#i swear this isnt based on a real life encounter

[i-am-a-fish-but-bigger]

so i have to admit im not the smartest person on the planet but call we all agree that we do not take any person seriously when they just do something comically overstated or stupid and then they do it AGAIN??? like

what

[bechloeislegit]

Beca’s Calamity?

Happy Birthday, rejection-isnt-failure. Ask, and you shall receive; I hope you like this little gift I put together for you. (Sorry it’s late.)

“Beca, wake up,” Chloe said as she nudged her best friend. “Becs? Come on. We’re on the base. I can’t believe we’re in Spain!”

Beca mumbled and stretched her arms over her head before slowly opening her eyes to catch the big smile Chloe was wearing. “Hey,” she said, smiling back at Chloe.

“Let’s go, girls,” Aubrey’s commanding voice said, rousing the group.

“This is exciting,” Ashley said. “I’ve always wanted to visit Spain.”

“Flo, can you teach us some useful phrases in Spanish we can use?” Jessica asked as they all got off the bus to get their luggage.

“Sí,” Flo said.

Jessica laughed. “I know that means yes. I was thinking more along the lines of where’s the bathroom or where’s a good place to eat? And, especially, you’re cute, are you single?”

Jessica raised her eyebrows up and down, and the girls laughed.

“Dónde está el baño, is where is the bathroom,” Flo said. The girls repeated it back.

“Muy bien,” Flo said, nodding her head. “That means very good. Eres lindo eres soltero means you’re cute, are you single?”

Jessica repeats it once or twice. Flo smiles and tells her she has down, and now all she has to do is find someone cute and try it out.

 “Okay, ladies,” Aubrey said, getting everyone’s attention. “Our escort is here and will show us to the hangar where we will have our soundcheck.”

“If you ladies will follow me,” a young female soldier said and started walking across the tarmac.

The girls hurriedly grabbed their luggage and followed the woman. After an unfortunate encounter with John and Gail, the Bellas were met by two army Sergeants.

“Well, hello,” Flo purred as the girls watched the two soldiers make their way to them.

Beca looked over to see Chloe’s eyes suddenly light up as she bit her lower lip and smoothed down her hair. She followed her line of sight to see what made Chloe perk up as she did.

Beca scoffed and muttered to herself, “Of course she’d be interested in a soldier.”

The two soldiers stopped in front of the Bellas and smiled. The soldier Chloe had been eying spoke, and Beca had a hard time hearing when one of the planes ‘revved’ its engines.

“Did he just say his name was Chicago,” Beca thought. “Oh, God, if Chloe gets with him, their ship name will be something stupid like Chlocago or ChiChloe.” Beca’s eyes grew wide as she thought, “Oh, my God! I have got to stop hanging around Amy.”

“Is that like after night time?” Chloe asked coyly.

Beca rolled her eyes and stared at Chloe.

“It’s five,” Chicago said with a boyish grin.

“Thanks,” Chloe said, and she and Chicago continued to stare at each other with shy smiles.

“Gag me,” Beca mumbled.

“What was that, Beca?” Chloe asked.

“Oh, great,” Beca thought. “Now she decides to pay attention to me.”

Beca was saved from responding when Amy raised her hand and asked, “So, this is first base. Will you be going to second base with us as well?”

Beca groaned and noticed Emily wince. She gave the youngest Bella a small smile.

“We need to get you ladies into the hangar for your soundcheck,” Chicago said and started walking toward the building without responding to Amy.

Chloe almost knocked Beca and Emily over as she rushed past them to catch up to Chicago.

“Here we go again,” Beca said so only Emily could hear her.

Or so she thought.

“What was that, Beca?” Aubrey asked from behind her.

“You know it’s just another fling for Chloe, right?” Emily said. “She does this all the time.”

“That’s the problem,” Beca said. “Chloe keeps having these flings, and I’m left on the sidelines waiting for her to notice I’m still here. I’m tired of being on the sidelines.”

“Don’t give up on her, Beca,” Aubrey said, as the three walked side-by-side. “Chloe hasn’t yet admitted to herself that she still has feelings for you. You need to do something to make her take notice.”

“Like what?” Becas asked, frustration making her voice whiney. “It’s been almost seven years. I’ve outright told her I liked her and nothing. She just laughs and says she feels the same way for her “bestie.” I’m stuck in the friend zone and will never get out.”

“Then find someone else,” Emily said with a shrug as they came to a stop behind Chicago.

“Ladies, these are the other groups in the competition,” Chicago said before Beca or Aubrey could say anything further. 

“I knew there was a competition,” Chloe said excitedly, causing Chicago to smile at her exuberance. “There’s always a competition.”

Chicago introduced the groups to the Bellas. Beca couldn’t handle Chloe fawning over Chicago, so instead of standing next to Chloe like she always did, she stood near the back of the Bellas. She looked around while Chloe and Aubrey were having a back and forth verbal exchange with the members of Evermoist. The group was four women and all quite attractive.

Beca wasn’t paying too much attention to the conversation, but she did find herself checking out the lead singer and got caught. She saw Calamity looking at her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Beca blushed but managed to throw a smirk back. Beca considered moving closer to get a really good look at calamity, but suddenly they were in the middle of a riff-off.

~~ Beca’s Calamity? ~~

After their horrible showing at the riff-off, the Bellas walked away with Aubrey stating, “We won. We won.”

Beca hung back, and Calamity came over to her.

“Hey, sorry about all that,” Calamity said. “We’re really competitive, and after fighting like hell to get selected for this, we were a bit put-off that your group just waltzed in because one of your singers’ father got you in.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Beca said. “We just wanted to sing together again. Life’s been rough since we all graduated from college.”

“I hear you,” Calamity said. “I have a law degree, and my family is beside themselves because I’m pursuing my dream to become a musician.”

“For what it’s worth,” Beca said. “You girls are fantastic. I love your sound.”

“Thanks,” Calamity said. “Um, would you want to get a drink with me?”

“Oh, uh,” Beca said. “I have to get back to the Bellas. We have to check-in to our hotel and get settled.”

“How about later then?” Calamity asked. “I believe we are all staying in the same hotel. We can meet at the bar, say around seven?”

“I, um,” Beca glanced to where the Bellas were standing. Chloe was chatting up Chicago. “You know what, I’d love to. I’ll see you at the hotel bar at seven.”

“Perfect,” Calamity said. “And if all goes well, maybe we can get some dinner after.”

“It’s a date,” Beca said. “I should get back to my group.”

“See you later, hot stuff,” Calamity said, causing Beca to blush and smile.

“Come on, Beca,” Emily called out. “We’re going to the hotel.”

“Coming,” Beca called back. “I’ll see you later, Calamity.”

Beca turned and hurried over to the group. Chloe walked over to her.

“What was all that about?” Chloe asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Beca said, blushing and putting a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Didn’t look like nothing,” Chloe said, seeing how nervous Beca was.

“It was nothing,” Beca said a bit more forcefully. “Calamity and I were talking.”

“What about?” Chloe asked.

“What difference does it make?” Beca said. “We were just talking.”

Aubrey heard Beca and realized she was getting angry.

“Come on, girls,” Aubrey said, trying to diffuse whatever was happening with Beca and Chloe. “Let’s go.”

Beca looked at Chloe and shook her head. She turned and made her way over to Emily.

Chloe furrowed her brow and walked over to Aubrey.

“What was all that ?” Aubrey asked quietly as they started walking.

“I don’t know,” Chloe said. “Beca got mad when I asked what she and Calamity were talking about. They looked pretty cozy for having just met.”

“So do you and Chicago,” Aubrey mumbled.

“What?”

“Hey, Chloe,” Chicago said as Chloe and Aubrey got on the bus. “I saved you a seat.”

“Thanks,” Chloe gushed as she sat next to Chicago.

Aubrey looked up and saw Beca frowning. Aubrey sat next to Beca.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Beca said. “I thought Chloe might sit next to me, but I should have known better. I guess accepting Calamity’s request for a date wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”

“You and Calamity are going on a date?” Aubrey said a bit louder than she had intended.

“Could you keep it down?” Beca said, looking around. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw Chloe looking at her with what looked like a mix of anger and sadness.

“Sorry,” Aubrey said. “But, it looks like it might bother Chloe a bit that you’re going out with Calamity.”

“If I’m continually worrying about what bothers Chloe, I’ll never date,” Beca said and turned her head to stare out the window.

Aubrey turned to look at Chloe and would swear she saw tears in her eyes before she turned her head around.

Aubrey caught Emily watching the exchange, as well. Emily frowned and shook her head; Aubrey let out a sigh and shrugged her shoulders.

~~ Beca’s Calamity? ~~

A few hours later, Beca was trying to decide what to wear to meet Calamity.

“Keep the jeans and change the shirt to something a little nicer,” Emily suggested. “You said it was going to be casual. Don’t look like you’re trying too hard.”

“You’re right,” Beca said with a heavy sigh. “I haven’t had a real date in so long I don’t know how  to even dress for one.”

Beca pulled out a red silk button-down blouse and held it up. Emily smiled and nodded.

“That’s the one,” Emily said. “It’s casual but also classy.”

Beca thanked her and changed her shirt. She then went over to the mirror and touched up her makeup, and ran a brush through her hair.

“I want to thank you and Aubrey,” Beca said as she was putting on her earrings. “I’m not sure I could have handled sharing a room with Chloe right now.”

“It was all Aubrey,” Emily said. “She and I were going to share, but when she heard Chloe say she was sharing with you, Aubrey spoke and pulled the I haven’t seen my best friend in ages, and we need to catch up card.”

“I’m lucky to have you guys,” Beca said. She smoothed down her blouse and looked at Emily. “Okay, how do I look?”

“You look good,” Emily said. “You should probably head down to the bar. It’s almost seven.”

“Right,” Beca said and chewed on her lip. “Am I doing the right thing? Should I go out with Calamity when I feel so strongly for Chloe?”

“That’s a question only you can answer, Beca,” Emily said. “But, if you want my opinion, I think it’s great that you are moving on. Calamity seems like a good person, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time together.”

“What about Chloe?” Beca asked.

“What about her?” Emily responded. “Has she shown any indication that she wants to be with you? Has she said she likes you as more than a friend?”

“No,” Beca said. “You’re right. I would like to get to know Calamity better, and that’s what dating is all about. Thanks, Em.”

“Have fun,” Emily said. “Oh, and text me if you don’t plan on coming back to the room.”

“I’ll be back,” Beca said with a laugh.

~~ Beca’s Calamity? ~~

“Shit,” Beca said when she spotted Chloe and Chicago sitting at the bar.

“Hey,” Calamity said, placing her hand on Beca’s back, causing Beca to jump slightly. “Sorry. Shall we sit at the bar?”

“Um,” Beca said, looking over at the bar to see Chloe watching them. “Could we get a table instead?”

“Sure,” Calamity said and motioned to a table.

The two sat down, and a waitress walked over. They ordered drinks and then sat quietly for a moment.

“So, um,” Calamity started speaking and stopped. She noticed Beca glancing over toward the bar and looked over. She saw that Chloe seemed really interested in their table.

“What’s the story with you and Red over there?” Calamity finally asked.

Beca scoffed. “There’s no story there.”

“Really?” Calamity questioned. “Because she’s staring daggers at me, and I have a feeling it’s because she’s jealous that someone other than her is sitting here with you.”

“Jealous? Not likely,” Beca said. “I’ve been friend-zoned, so nothing for her to be jealous over.”

“So there is a story,” Calamity said.

The waitress arrived with their drinks and set them on the table.

Beca thanked her and said, “Could you bring us another round?”

The waitress nodded her head and left their table. Calamity looked questioningly at Beca.

“If I’m going to spill my guts, I’m going to need more alcohol,” Beca said.

“I’m listening,” Calamity said and sipped at her drink. “Were you two a thing and had a bad breakup or something.”

Beca snorted and proceeded to tell Calamity about her feelings for Chloe and how Chloe didn’t reciprocate those feelings.

They had finished their first drink and were starting on the second when Beca stopped speaking.

“So, you love her, but she doesn’t feel the same way?”

“That’s it in a nutshell.”

Calamity sipped her drink and took another look over to the bar. Chloe was still watching them but looked away as soon as Calamity caught her eye.

“I think you’re wrong about that,” Calamity said. “I think she does care about you.” Beca scoffed. Calamity asked, “Want to test my theory?”

“I think you’re wrong,” Beca said, glancing over at Chloe, who was laughing and smiling at Chicago. “But I’m game. What kind of a test do you have in mind?”

“Follow my lead,” Calamity said. 

Beca nodded her head and muttered, “Okay.”

Calamity smiled at Beca, and Beca smiled back. “After I finish talking, I want you to laugh and cover your face like I said something complimentary.”

Beca let out a laugh and did as Calamity said.

“Now, I want you to lean in closer like we’re whispering,” Calamity said.

Beca did, and Calamity leaned in as well.

Chloe’s mouth dropped open as she watched Beca and Calamity. She closed her mouth and turned away from them.

“You okay, Chloe?” Chicago asked.

“Yes,” Chloe said and then sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “No, I’m not okay.”

“What’s wrong?”

“That’s what’s wrong,” Chloe said, pointing out the table where Beca and Calamity were now staring into each other’s eyes.

Chicago turned to look. “What’s wrong with that? It looks like they’re really into each other.”

“That’s the problem,” Chloe mumbled.

“What was that?” Chicago said, turning back to Chloe.

“I’m sorry, Chicago,” Chloe said with a tear in her eye. “You’re a great guy, but I’m in love with-” Chloe looked over to Beca. “Beca.”

“Oh,” Chicago said. “I see. Um, that’s cool. I find you very attractive and thought maybe we could be something, but I get it. Can I ask you a personal question though?”

“Um, sure,” Chloe said hesitantly.

“If you’re in love with her, why are you over here with me?”

“Because I just recently admitted to myself that I have feelings for Beca,” Chloe said. “And seeing Beca with Calamity makes me realize that I’m too late. I had a big crush on Beca when we were back in college, but she had a boyfriend. Then when we moved to New York, she told me she liked me, but I thought she meant as her friend. I thought I had buried my feelings for her, but now-” Chloe wiped at a tear that fell.

“But now you realize your feelings are still there,” Chicago finished for Chloe.

“Yeah,” Chloe said softly. “I really am sorry, Chicago.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Chicago said. “But if I were you, I’d be over there trying to win Beca over. If you love her, fight for her.”

Chloe swallowed and looked back over at Beca. She had her head back laughing at something Calamity was saying.

Chloe chewed on her bottom lip and looked away. “It’s too late,” she whispered to Chicago. “I think I’m going to go up to my room. Thanks for the drink.”

“I’ll walk you,” Chicago said.

Beca watched as Chloe and Chicago walked out of the bar together; Chicago had his hand on Chloe’s lower back, guiding her out the door. Beca’s eyes followed them as they made their way to the elevators. She felt the tears stinging her eyes and let out a shaky breath.

“Are you okay?’ Calamity asked.

“Yeah,” Beca said, wiping her eyes. “Do you want to find someplace and get dinner? I need to keep my mind off of what they’re doing.”

“You think they might be, you know?”

Beca nodded her head but didn’t say anything.

“Come on,” Calamity said, standing and grabbing Beca’s hand. “I’m buying you dinner.”

~~ Beca’s Calamity? ~~

“Keep it down, Beca,” Calamity said as she half-carried, half-dragged Beca down the hallway to Beca’s room.

“Sorry!” Beca cried out and started laughing.

“Where’s your key card?” Calamity asked once they reached Beca’s room.

“Frisk me for it,” Beca said and held out her arms, almost falling to the floor.

“Whoa,” Calamity said, grabbing Beca before she hit the floor.

Calamity held Beca up and hesitated slightly before reaching around Beca to see if her key card was in her back pocket. Just as Calamity reached her hand into Beca’s pocket, Chloe popped her head out to see what all the noise was.

Calamity stopped and looked directly at Chloe, whose eyes were wide and her mouth hanging open.

“Chloe, it is not what it looks like,” Calamity said. “I swear. I was trying to get her key card. In case you couldn’t tell, she’s drunk and of no help at all.”

“Shhh, don’t tell Chloe I’m drunk,” Beca said, swaying a bit and hitting her back against the wall. “Ow!”

“What’s going on, Chloe?” Aubrey sleepily asked as she joined Chloe at the door.

“Beca’s drunk,” Chloe told Aubrey. “I’m going to go help Calamity get her into her room.”

“I’ll help, too,” Aubrey said. “Let me grab our key card.”

Just as Chloe got to Calamity and Beca, Beca lurched forward. Chloe had to grab her to keep her from falling onto the floor. Calamity took one side and Chloe the other and turned Beca toward the door. Chloe reached into Beca’s back pocket for her key card but stopped when the door to Beca’s room opened.

Emily stood in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. “What’s going on out here?” Upon seeing Chloe and Calamity trying to hold Beca up, Emily exclaimed, “Oh, my gosh! Beca, what’s wrong with you?”

“She’s drunk,” Calamity said. “Sorry for all the noise.”

“Emilyyyyyyyy!” Beca screamed and giggled. “Please don’t tell, um, don’t, you know, the red-headed girl that I’m drunk.” Beca leaned in toward Emily and waved her closer. Emily bit back a smile and moved closer. “I love her.”

“Um,” Emily said, pulling back to look from Beca to Chloe and back.

Chloe’s gasped and looked at Beca. Aubrey and Calamity both smiled and shook their heads.

“Looks like you read this all wrong, Chloe,” Aubrey said. “Calamity isn’t the one Beca wants.”

“I’m so sorry, Calamity,” Chloe said sincerely.

“It’s all good,” Calamity said. “She told me about her feelings when she saw you leaving with the soldier. She was upset because she figured you two were going to your room to have sex.”

“We were not!” Chloe said indignantly. “I left the bar because I couldn’t bear to see you two laughing and having a good time.”

“So, you were jealous,” Calamity said. “I told Beca that, and she didn’t believe me.”

“Maybe you guys should bring Beca inside,” Emily said.

“Oh, right,” Chloe said.

Chloe and Calamity maneuvered Beca inside and over to the bed. They laid her down and then looked at each other. Calamity smiled and said, “She did nothing but talk about you the entire time we were at dinner.”

“I’m sorry, Calamity,” Chloe said, trying not to smile at what Calamity told her.

“Stop apologizing,” Calamity said. “Beca’s hot and has a sarcastic sense of humor, which I love. But, she’s into you, and I respect that. I’m going to head out so you guys can do whatever you need to do to get Beca into bed.”

“Thank you, Calamity,” Aubrey said.

“Yeah, thanks, Calamity,” Emily said.

“I’ll see you out,” Chloe said and moved toward the door; Calamity followed.

Chloe opened the door, but before Calamity could leave, Chloe pulled her into a hug. “Thank you for taking care of her,” she whispered into Calamity’s ear.

“You’re welcome,” Calamity said, pulling out of the hug. “You should go take care of her now.”

“I will,” Chloe told her. 

Calamity left, and Chloe closed the door behind her. She let out a breath and walked over to help take care of Beca.

~~ Beca’s Calamity? ~~

The next morning, Beca groaned as she squinted her eyes open and immediately shut them. “Oh, God!”

“Good morning, sunshine,” Chloe said, sitting up in the bed next to Beca.

“What?” Beca asked, trying to sit up. She tried to clear her throat, but it was still raspy as she mumbled, “Emily, you sound like Chloe.”

“I am Chloe,” Chloe said. “We need to talk.”

“Oh, God, that does not sound good,” Beca moaned as she fell back onto the bed, her eyes still closed. “What did I do last night?”

“Get up and take a shower,” Chloe said. “You’ll feel better, and then we can talk.”

“No,” Beca said.

“Excuse me?” Chloe said.

“Just say what you want to say and get it over with,” Beca said, her voice still raspy.

“Open your eyes and look at me, please,” Chloe said.

“I can’t do that,” Beca said, putting her hands over her eyes. “It hurts my head.”

Chloe let out a sigh and got off the bed. “I’m leaving. When you’re awake, call me. I need you to be coherent when we talk.”

Chloe stopped at the door and looked back at Beca. Beca had not moved, and Chloe couldn’t help the small smile that came to her lips.

“I love you, too, by the way,” Chloe said and left the room.

Hearing Chloe’s words, Beca shot up. “What?”

Beca jumped out of bed and stumbled to the door. Beca tried three times before she could grasp the door handle and open the door. She ran out and saw Chloe at her door.

“What did you just say?” Beca yelled at Chloe.

“I said, I love you, too,” Chloe responded as she turned to face Beca.

“What do you mean too?” Beca asked as she moved toward Chloe.

“You said you loved me last night,” Chloe said, moving toward Beca.

Beca stopped mid-step. “I did?”

Chloe got closer and stopped about a foot away from Beca. “You did.”

“I was drunk,” Beca said. “It, uh, it didn’t mean anything.”

Chloe let out a frustrated sigh. “Why are you like this?”

“I can’t help it,” Beca said, looking down at the carpet. “It’s just me being me.”

“Well, stop being you for a second,” Chloe said, mild anger lacing her words. “Stop hiding behind your insecurities and tell me how you feel while sober.”

“I can’t!” Beca yelled.

“Why not?!”

“Because I’m scared!”

“Of what?!”

“Everything! Of you, of my feelings for you, of you not having the same feelings toward me!”

“I already told you I love you. What more do you want?”

“I don’t know!”

“Then why are you yelling at me?”

“I don’t know!”

“Then stop yelling,” Chloe said, her voice softer. “And just tell me you love me.”

Beca swallowed and looked at Chloe with tears in her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Chloe said.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Beca said.

“Not if I kiss you first,” Chloe said.

Neither will ever be able to tell you who moved first, but suddenly they were joined at the lips.

“Um, Becs,” Chloe said, grimacing as she pulled back from Beca. “As much as I like finally kissing you, you need to take a shower and brush your teeth. I want to remember our first kiss,” Chloe scrunched up her nose, “but not like this.”

“Oh, right,” Beca said, stepping back from Chloe and holding her hand in front of her mouth. “Um, give me half an hour, and we can go to breakfast and talk some more?”

Chloe smiled and nodded. Beca smiled and walked back to her room. She pushed the door handle, and the door didn’t open.

“Shit,” Beca mumbled and turned toward Chloe. “Do you know where Emily is? I’m locked out of our room.”

“Here you go, Beca,” Emily said as she walked out of Chloe’s room, holding out the key card for their room.

Beca finally looked around and noticed that all the Bellas were standing in the doorway of their rooms.

“Um, you guys saw all that?” Beca asked, blushing.

A collective “Yep!” came from the girls.

“It’s about time, too,” Cynthia Rose said. “Who’s up for breakfast?”

“I am!” “Me!”

“Then get dressed, and let’s meet in the hotel’s restaurant in thirty minutes,” CR said.

The Bellas, minus Emily and Aubrey, retreated into their rooms.

“There’s a nice diner a block from here,” Aubrey said, looking at Beca and Chloe. “You two should try it out while we have breakfast here in the hotel.”

“Thanks, Brey,” Chloe said, still looking at Beca. “Come get me when you’re ready?”

“I will,” Beca said. “Come on, Emily. I get the first shower.”

Emily smiled and followed Beca into their room. Chloe followed Aubrey, and, as soon as the door closed, Chloe squealed with excitement.

[annieoftheshitposts]

this post used to be a link to the old canons page but i’m turning it into a text dump of the revised one for people on mobile [or who have bad wifi/computers that the fancy schmancy script on the canons page wouldn’t play well with.] theres a lot sorry not sorry. here we go.

Canon Info

 Much more is said about Annie in external sources than the game itself, here's copypastes of all I know of and go by.

From the 3rd DLC Character Voting page:

As popular figures in nationwide folktales, a children’s television adaptation of Annie and Sagan’s adventures was inevitable. The show’s success lies in its pair of live action hosts, who are as convincing as their cartoon counterparts. Though what the public learns about the real Annie might surprise them. Annie is a seasoned fighter who has been around for a long time, acquiring many skills and powers along the way. Her sword is forged from a meteorite and can channel the power of the stars in its sweeping cleaves. Her right eye bonds her to her Remote Parasite and partner, Sagan, who grants her powers of a galactic motif. While some of her abilities carry more of a sparkly magical girl motif, Annie tries to execute them with the same sternness.

From "The canon info thread" on Skullheart Encore forums:

-Annie is several-century-old. Her immortality was gained when her parents wished on the Skull Heart so that Annie would never have to experience the hardship of adulthood, thereby making her forever a child. -She has had many different weapons and abilities throughout her life. - Sagan, her remote parasite. keeps her right eye in his mouth. - She’s physically not able to swear due to her condition - She is familiar with Double due to her experience fighting Skullgirls - Annie has encountered a lot of Skullgirls and has killed a lot, but not the same a lot. She’s seen the cycle multiple times and seen how they become stronger each time and is looking for the underlying source now. - The Annie of the Stars show is very similar to the Super Mario Bros. Super Show with live action segments with cartoons and PSAs and commercials in between. - Sagan can talk. Somehow. - Annie hides her immortality by getting a new hairstyle every few years. The show tells the audience that they have simply changed the actress. Eliza also pulls a similar trick

and finally some other misc. scraps that weren't covered above:

-annie has some kind of "super" or "powered up" form, in which she seems to fuse with sagan. it can be seen on her

move concept sheet, in the end of robo-fortune's story mode, and as a very tiny feature on one of robo-fortune's merch posters, but to my knowlege it's never really been talked about.

-she's been depicted with an "incognito outfit", presumably for going out in public and not being recognized by fans.

-sagan is named after renowned astrophysicist carl sagan. this isnt really relevant to anything but it's not on the wiki so i figured i'd share :b

-and this random pic of annie in the past with a different look, plus gun and minus eyepatch, apparently official art from the "digital art compendium". i haven't seen the source for this one myself though, and count this one more as speculative canon since that ingame image up there with her eye uncovered doesn't show a scar or any kind of damage from this.

-another canon fact about annie is she is strong and brave and i love her.

Headcanon (Annie)

this is pretty disorganized bc i come up with and revise random shit on a fairly regular basis, but the very least it should be all here and up-to-date. [though on this text post version i may forget to keep it updated oops.

she can still only normally see from the one eye in her head [and likewise probably has terrible depth perception lmao], but she can “project” her vision into the one sagan has if need be, during which time both he and her main eye are blind.

even though sagan’s vision is his own and she doesn’t actively “see” through that eye most of the time, the stuff he sees still becomes part of her memory and she can recall it if need be, though it’s far less tangible and kind of a surreal experience trying to do so.

the space where her other eye was is now just...space. like empty starry void stuff. yes, TECHNICALLY, you could put stuff in it but why would you. sagan can feel when something interacts with it and it’s really just weird and uncomfortable for both of them.as sagan is the source of their powers, the strength of her abilities is slightly dependent on her distance from him. something like long sustained flight is really only capable if they’re touching, but she still has ample firepower and ability to zip around for a pretty good range otherwise.

Not interested in anime

absolutely hates being called her full name; hasn't gone by anything other than "Annie" for longer than anyone that should be alive today should know.

part of her curse of eternal youth is remembering everything up until the point it kicked in and she stopped aging [i.e. when she was Actually a kid] exactly as well as if she hadn’t aged.

from that point however, a lot of it is hazy as shit aside from more recent times [as you’d expect from someone who’s been around hundreds of years]. this one's gonna be angsty as shit when i address it and you can thank @sandstriker for that. fucker.

also hates being restrained. by the concept sheet and beo's story, her fighting style is very kinetic and relies heavily on mobility; take that away and you get one very uncomfortable and very angry starchild. [this one's 'cause of y'all with the handcuffs asks. this is part of why she's so agitated rn.]

what's in the pouch? whatever is alternatively convenient. is it snacks? is it a quick incognito disguise? is it her whole entire sword? who knows. i think it might be infinite hammerspace in there.

i haven't put much though into this side of her story yet, but i've decided part of the mythos of the "annie of the stars" character as a figure of legend is that she literally lives, among the stars.

if there's enough folktales about her to base an entire show off of, i'm willing to bet she used to be less elusive when she was just about fighting skullgirls before dedicating herself to the whole "looking for the underlying source" thing.

Headcanon (Sagan)

tl;dr: as far as things go here, he's essentially a cat and/or younger sibling.

Sagan's canon information and characterization is basically nonexistant, so i got to do pretty much whatever i wanted with him lmao.

simply put, he's a little gremlin of a partner, but he is genuinely good-natured and a happy-go-luckly little dude. mischevious, loves to get up to Shenanigans, go off and hide/disappear to fuck knows where for several hours, climb and sit on tall things[or failing that, annie's head], etc. @sawkinator has described him, regrettably accurately, as "the Token Disney Animal Sidekick". he has a lot of mannerisms like an animal, but is still very much a being of at least average human intelligence. he's also surprisingly indestructible. far from invincible of course, but in canon he's been shown to be quite stretchy and...possibly have minor shapeshifting capabilities?? he's pretty much immune to being squashed and feels very little [if any] pain from most things. really, as far as i can tell he's pretty much a weird sentient plushie. like, if it's not going to damage a plushie, it's not going to hurt him; examples being: getting knocked back really hard or falling a long way? not a problem. fire? problem.

Sagan tends to be somewhat nonverbal and generally only uses a few words or short phrase at a time when he does speak, which sounds something like the voice clip below. that being how it is, he can be kind of inscrutable and more than a bit jarring to most people--though at this point annie's been with him more than long enough to be completely desensitized to it and doesnt quite get why anyone would be perturbed. fortunately, with that familiarity also comes understanding, and she can easily "translate" and articulate more from his expressions. this understanding is a two-way street, and on its other side is sagan's sensitivity to her moods. annie's not particularly...communicative of her emotions, but sagan can always tell when she's having an off day or something's bothering her, and is far better than anyone at helping her feel better. all things said and quirky antics aside, he and annie are exceptionally close and fiercely protective of eachother the moment it comes to it. they don't make a big deal of showing it outwardly, but they know they've always got eachother's backs.

he's taken quite a liking to beowulf as well, and beo defintiely shamelessly enables sagan's shenanigans.

as i see it, annie may be the passion and power of their operation, but sagan is the heart and soul. beowulf is like....comic releif and emotional support. not entirely necessary, but certainly welcomed to have around. yeah. listen im a big sap i just want them all to be good friends ok. i love them.

also sagan does like and watch a lot of anime.

Blog Canon

miscellaneous happenings that either have continued relevance/significance, or y'all just won't let die. there's not a overarching plot to this thing at all, but geez we’ve kinda gathered some history here huh?

taught sagan to say fuck [and other swears, in her stead]. he used to have to do it on command but he's gotten really good at filling in for her.has a

stoat fursona that beo helped her make. she thinks it's neat/cute but has no real attachment to it.

attempted to sue the crystal gems for ripping off her entire shtick [it didn't go well]

beowulf also taught her how to dab.

@sparkeletran is a nuisance and must be stopped

the 70$ pile of high school musical merch. sagan and beo both wear the t-shirts sometimes. she hates it. don't let her attitude fool you though this is actually the best and most important ongoing joke in this whole damn thing.

the first handcuffs stint. they’re gone now but they had a good ~30-post run, and she did take to learning lockpicking because of it.

this.

hey. guess fucking what lads. handcuffs ROUND TWO 'cause y'all just don't fuckin' quit. the first mini story arc sorta thing, in which she visits the cirque des cartes and has an aggravting encounter with taliesin. [currently ongoing][hopefully soon ending]

[[redacted for ""spoilers""]] due to said encounter with taliesin

sparkeletran is a nuisance,

"the official annie of the stars instagram is just cat memes but with sagan" it's canon but i haven't decided whether it's something she would have had already or a recent thing. [either way, hasn't been touched on yet due to the arc taking so long]

badart annie is sorta like her own thing at this point but nothing that happens with her is canon; she p much just shows up for exceptionally dumb posts. we did give her noclip though which is terrifying. on that note i may as well include the things that are Not canon but y'all won't let me forget

beo's animated belt thing. look. it doesnt talk.

spray-on boots.

the lawnmower weapon

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh homestuck

[frankthomas090-blog]

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Oh my god hes licking my asshole- I have sex Tourettes. Do you think Jesus and God can tell youre not swearing AT them? he pushes my legs up and licks up and down, then just down. I can barely take it, stretched to maximum capacity for comfort, and even then hes mildly uncomfortably large. And it consists mostly of very short, hostile sounding 4 letter words.

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He rolls on a condom and pushes himself inside me- my eyes rolled back so far I saw memories from my childhood. I sound maybe like a dying rabbit as my fingers pull his short hair and hold his head firmly in place. I didnt keep count, I was much too busy screaming his praises to the Gods.

He gets his and we collapse away from each other. As soon as I begin to cum, back go the legs, down goes the head, and hed ride my climax on his face. When I would start to climax, hed withdraw quickly and push my legs up around my head. He puts his underwear back on and Im guessing hes leaving now, sad times, but then he hops back onto the bed and I take the opportunity to snuggle up into his armpit and touch on his body while I bask in the afterglow.

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Good Lord, who taught you to do that? I gift him my mouth because hes more than earned it. I could definitely go for more, but hes not some 20-something with endless stamina. He pounds away at me from different positions, I like him behind me because I like his stroke and how he braces himself by holding my hips down. Clearly he gets most of his satisfaction from pleasing his lady.

Im not going to argue, and somebody has been listening to my thoughts and dreams again because this man was made in a fucking lab just for me. The sun goes down around 4pm right now so thats not a good indicator either. what even is time, man. Im amused I come across that way- Im all about those afterglow cuddles.

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Apparently he doesnt get to round 3 very often, and hes kind of thrilled about it. His size is intimidating and hes more shaped for vaginal feel goods. I like how he lays it down, and I like anal with the right partner. He admits hes never been able to have anal successfully, and I can understand why.

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I tell him point-blank Id like to see him again before he leaves, he happily agrees. We were unable to make it happen, he was just too big and we didnt do enough warmup, but I took about half of him before tapping out. He texts me asking what my plans are for the evening, as hed like abby winters galleries to grab a couple of beers and a late dinner.

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Maybe Id like to join him? In the time it took me to excitedly shower and keelhaul the warts off my body, my phone starts showing notifications of other interested men folk. The words fall out of his mouth and he explodes seconds later, to his own surprise. why end with a OR when theres always an AND?

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Back to the hotel room, we barely make it to the bed and hes on me. Details from here are fuzzy, but he went down for ages and we fucked around in every position. Dont get it twisted; theres approximately 10 million condoms in my purse, but they wouldnt fit him. Remember, if youre hard to size on either end of the spectrum theres a UK company called TheyFit that you can enter your measurements into and theyll get you fitted with one of their 66 sizes.

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He was having some performance issues but was bound and determined to make sure I enjoyed our time as much as possible. I can feel him shaking a bit, hes going to cum soon. Its late, the booze and orgasms are sedating me.

Hes down close on me, wrapping his big hands around mine, entwining our fingers, crossing arms under my chin as he grinds into me. I tell him to withdraw slowly. I wake up hazily to roll over and his arms find their way around me again, hes a perfect big spoon. After several loud, amazing orgasms, he gets down close and pushes himself inside me all at once.

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He slows down but hes plunging into me with the kind of force and quivering body that lets me know its now. Pushing my skirt up, pulling my panties to the side, he takes my box in his mouth and I hold on for dear life, staring up at the mirrored ceiling I get to watch myself almost cum in his mouth.

Morning sex was more passionate, and a bit briefer. Hes even kissing me with my dragon breath. We havent even hit the floor button yet. When we get to the ground floor we smoke together outside, recap our enjoyment with each other. My back hurts from how he so violently throws my legs back to eat my pussy while Im cumming, both my pussy and asshole are recovering from their respective stretching and beating, and Im walking on a broken toe.

We get dressed together, and he goes to walk me out but as soon as the elevator door closed he dropped to his knees. He tells me after two days with me, he wont be able to fuck for a week. God damn that was good. He reaches up, hits L, and continues his works. 10/10 would fuck any time. I am completely satisfied. This will happen one week from now, when he has free time again.

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