#Annie's side characters

[potionboy3]

zedric faust | ww1 era

i have no idea where this came from. he was not suppose to be a big character but just some ione's ex and now i kind of love him so what can i say. this song just fits him and it was a fun little project to make.

in the video: zedric faust alexej kavinsky ione avery @cursed-herbalist

[wexhappyxfew]

oh goodness, what about soft john and annie with "it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break." ?

AH HELLO!!!!! first of all; a massive thank you for sending this prompt in and for stopping by the askbox!!! it is so greatly appreciated in my lil corner of the world. and second - SOFT JOHN AND ANNIE!!!! coming *right* up! this was such a good prompt for them and i immediately saw it and was like - i need to do this Right. Now. and here we are! sincerest thank you's for this! please enjoy! <3

cold hands

(a/n): annie x brady girlies i am in shambles over this please know. a whole lot of annie's internal monologue and how greatly she is affected by her traumatizing youth - and her struggle to break free from that. and brady is a part of that healing process <3 annie bradshaw you will always be famous girl - never change! :D

Seeing him sat there, head bowed, body completely frozen had to be one of the worst feelings she had experienced in a long time.

And she'd grown up with a mother who hardly had wanted a thing to do with her, much less take care of the children that were in her care.

A part of Annie saw him as a little boy for the first time, in a way. Knowing that behind this strong facade of an Air Force Captain, who had flown B-17s all over Europe, over Germany, down to Africa, training his heart out, there was still that little boy who lived inside of him.

Annie stood in the doorway of the empty bunk room, entirely unsure of her next moves.

She was her own command pilot, a Lieutenant!

She'd gone through hell and back in her youth, gone through training where she was viewed as nothing more than the bottom of the barrel, fighting her way to both be respected and viewed as a pilot in the Air Force, and equally gone through constant doubt, grief and dismissal because of the fact she was a woman. She'd gone through multiple ranges of situations she'd been lost and confused in; but she'd found a way. She had commanded Silver Bullets on nearly 20 missions, risking her life day in and day out, she'd shown herself in every possible light and proven herself time and time again.

Yet, in this moment, she had no idea what to do.

She was usually great at this; dealing with her little siblings, answering their questions as to why Mommy was in bed again, or where Dad was, or why they didn't have anything for breakfast - yeah, that'd been easy, she'd gotten good at it.

Enough to convince herself that it almost wasn't true (even though it was).

This though? She couldn't stop standing there and looking at him and seeing nothing but that young boy.

Annie took a tentative step forward and it didn't take him even less than a second to look up from the ground and towards her, his hardened gaze immediately growing gentle at the sight of her there in the threshold, his white knuckles releasing the built-up tension that had been there previously.

She didn't miss the reddening hand-mark on his cheek or the bruising underneath his eye - something Bucky had warned her about before going in - she did miss him though.

Even if he was right there in front of her, she'd miss him. Those weeks apart, knowing he was here and she was back in Thorpe Abbotts - that had been enough for her heart to pull into two.

"Hey," she said, her voice quiet, immediately splitting the silence in the room into two, as a small smile darted onto her face, "was looking for you." Brady watched her, his eyes, which had turned soft and delicate like they always did when watching her, darted across her face, as if searching for a hidden wound he couldn't uncover. The corners of his lips rose upwards the slightest bit, the smile tight of his face as he sat up a bit straighter. He was always sitting up straighter, putting on the brave face, trying to do things for her instead of himself.

"Everyone's outside." she said when he didn't say anything - which, admittedly, had made her heart hurt a bit, "The sun came out. It may be gone before you know it." Annie watched Brady's face; she was getting to the point of noticing even the most minute of details about his facial expressions, down to the shifting of his eyes, the way his eyebrow would twitch, even when the corner of his mouth darted upwards or downwards depending on the mood.

She remembered when she was younger and her parents would get into a fight - Annie, at the peak age of 13 - would be shuffling her siblings off to bed, her older brother, Roy, still at work, playing peacemaker with fire and water. She could get to the point when she knew a fight would start - her mother's lip twitch, the blank look in her eye that slowly shifted to despair and guilt. Her father half alive on his feet, yelling about the bills and the house and that damn leaky faucet. She could picture those faces in her mind. Even sensing the slightest change in someone's face made her go into fight-or-flight; she was trying to get better at it.

"Annie." She blinked. Shifting her gaze towards Brady, he was slowly standing to his feet from the bunk, his tall frame coming towards her as he gently placed his hands on her arms, getting a good look at her face as if she was under a light.

"You okay?" he asked her, that worrying look immediately crossing his face like it always did. Annie looked up at him and nodded quickly.

"I should be asking you that," she said softly back to him, the corner of her lip perking upwards again in an attempt at a smile, "are you okay?" Brady watched her and nodded.

"Yeah," he said quietly, "just needed a minute to sit, ya know?" She watched him. "Keep my mind thinking, things like that." Annie quirked out a grin at him.

"Whatcha thinking about?" she asked him, her voice lighthearted as she gazed up at him with that softened gaze even she knew she used on him when it was just them, alone. That got Brady grinning wide, his usual smile a natural comfort to her at this point.

"C'mon, you can tell me," Annie said softly, leaning towards him, tilting her chin upwards with a smile, "I'm being serious."

"Just….things," he said, incredibly nonchalantly and off-handedly, catching her gaze and grinning slightly, "why are you still giving me that look?" Annie smiled at him, relishing the closeness of him, the feel of his hands on her arms, that look in his eyes, him simply there, staring right back at her.

Moments like this she reveled in and drank up. Because in her life, no one had ever taken the time to care for someone like her in a situation like this. She had always worried about the kids, her parents (despite their blunders) and especially Roy who had worked himself nearly to death for the Bradshaws. Now, someone was stood here, caring for her.

She couldn't help but wonder what went on in their brain.

"How'd you get that?" Annie asked him quietly, nodding to his slightly bruising cheek, the faint redness following. She watched him expectantly and held his gaze as he watched her back.

"I talked back. To the Germans, I don't know....I shouldn't have." Brady said quietly, "I hear the way they talk sometimes, Annie. Just….couldn't keep it in this go-round." Annie watched him, before slowly bringing her hand towards his cheek before hesitating. Brady smiled shakily.

"It's okay," he said with a hint of a smile, "you can touch me." He grinned wider, more genuinely. "I won't break." Annie softly encapsulated his bruising cheek in her hand, her thumb brushing against the fragile reddening skin on his cheek and met his gaze again.

"I could try and get you some ice," Annie said quietly, her mind spinning to get an idea going in her head, "or….I don't know, freeze water or something. It's cold as hell here anyway." Brady chuckled at her words and melted a bit more into her touch.

"I'd be fine just like this," he told her with another smile, "are your hands always this cold?" Annie let out a small laugh at his words and brought her other hand up to hold his other cheek, her thumbs brushing against his slightly stubbled cheeks, her touch evidently one of comfort for the both of them.

This.

Whatever this was between them. Holding each other like this, looking at each other like this, being this close without any sort of expectation or explanation.

"Considering how cold it has been outside," Annie started softly, "I wouldn't be too surprised. I did grow up where we were constantly snowed-in in the winter."

"That doesn't mean you need to have cold hands," Brady said softly, bringing his own hands up from her arms and layering his own hands over her own, grasping gently around her wrists and dancing his fingers over her exposed skin, peaking out past the cuffs on her coat, "this'll heal up in no time." Annie gave him a look.

"I'm getting you ice still," Annie said quietly, tilting her head to the side, the feel of his, admittedly, very warm hands, over her own, making her body ache for every part of him in more ways than one - along with the need to take care of him, "no ifs, ands, or buts about it, got it?" She caught that look on his face that told her that he was about to brush himself off again.

"I see that look."

"What?" Brady said with a small smile, as she tapped her thumbs lightly against his cheeks again, "You're reminding me a lot of my mom right now, Annie." Annie watched him, with a smile that warmed up her entire being.

"I had enough little siblings to take care of," Annie said, watching him with an almost more sorrowful look in her eyes than intended, "I guess taking care of others is what I do best." Brady's smile fell the slightest bit, and the room seem to turn into both a stale-air and stilled environment.

"You're the best at a lot of things you do, An, you know that." Brady said - his questioning sounding more like an adamant statement.

And this is why John Brady meant more to her than most - he seemed to notice those moments that she fell back on herself or undermined whatever accomplishments or bettering for herself that she might get.

He always reminded her of who she was.

"A damn good pilot, you could give me a run for my money any day," Brady said with a small, light-hearted chuckle, his fingers still dancing over her exposed wrists, over the few scars that were still there and scabbing, "and you know how to make the perfect cup of coffee." Annie let out a laugh she couldn't hold back. "It's true!"

"You just want a good cup of coffee, huh?"

"Annie." Brady said, almost adoringly as he watched her, his hands still on her wrists and cold hands, "I'll take the ice."

"Good!" Annie exclaimed with an uncontrollable grin on her cheeks, before standing to her tiptoes and bringing Brady's head to her lips, a soft kiss pressed to his forehead, something so damn maternal that she wasn't sure if she was even in her right mind, "I'll go get one of those metal tins. Fill it up." She looked at him with a smile. "And we'll get you healing up with that ice pack." Brady watched her with a slightly halted and dazed look in his eyes, gazing at her like she was a shining light.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

"You don't have to butter up to me, John," Annie said, brushing her thumbs across his cheeks again in a soothing manner, "I'd do it either way." She grinned. Brady watched her and grasped her hands tighter this time; firmer, more confidently.

"Really though, An," he said softly, "you're really amazing." Annie watched him for a moment, her eyes searching his, trying to figure out a way to respond to his words without sounding like a complete, wordless idiot.

Because standing there, she wanted to tell him the same thing right back.

Even more so.

He was beyond amazing - if there was even a word to describe someone like him that was beyond words a dictionary could provide.

"You're pretty amazing yourself, John," she whispered back, a tiny voice in her head telling her to accept his words, "thank you." He smiled at her. Beyond amazing, she thought in her head, way beyond anything her mind could conjure.

[nofacednerd]

finished watching the first 3 episodes of Gen V. I was super hesitant at first because honestly I don't watch The Boys for the supes and I was worried that the whole show was just going to be "everyone is a terrible person and they're all doing terrible things to each other as a spectacle" but I am SO glad that it's not that.

I was especially expecting Cate to be a huge asshole to everyone and Marie to be edgy and standoffish to everyone so finding out that they're both genuinely kind people that are struggling with the social dynamics that come with being a superhero was such a welcome suprise. Same thing with Luke tbh, I expected him to be a Homelander clone but he's so much better than I expected.

[zhoufeis]

so if you ever think i'm going to livewatch a cdrama again, you're wrong. i'm sick of losing my favorite characters, i'm so SICK of it.

i lost yuemi. i lost wan jie. i lost mu yu. i lost pian ran. i lost yu shisan. i lost zhuo lanjiang.

i'm done, sincerely, done. it is always the same.

[bingsucks]

HEY WHOA WHATS THIS? A LONG COMMUNITY TEXT POST??? I WOULD NEVER

community side character headcanons because I CAN and I LOVE THEM

Garrett, Vicky, and Neil all hang out. this one is kind of canon, but they're literally best friends and they get lunch every week shut up

Todd has a collection of funko pops, not because he wants them, it's just that every time someone sees him with one of them they automatically get him another one for the nearest respective holiday. he doesn't have the heart to tell them he doesn't know who ANY of these characters are

Leonard bullies people online. he can barely type with his old people fingers so it just comes out like "y.irw uhly," but it always DESTROYS everyone he comments it on because of his small but loyal youtube following. he's had 15 people doxed in a week once

when starburns was in his twenties and didn't have star shaped sideburns he worked at various haunted houses. people will pay a LOT of money to get stoned in a haunted house if the option is presented, which is actually how he started drug dealing

Slater's a lesbian. that's it

pavel FUCKS. this is another straight fact from your boy

whenever professor Garrity gets asked how his day is going he will go on a long rant about how many horrible things are happening in his life with a completely straight face and then immediately go "but i'm living the dream, how are you?"

magnitude majored in education so he could teach little kids how to party safely. he ISNT british he just panicked and lied

Vicky is mutuals with Troy on tumblr, and she's the only one who knows it's him because they're both in the same fandoms and post about clive owen

the main air conditioning guy and the main janitor guy are bitter exes, they were together for like ten years. neither of them we in the wrong, but they got in a huge argument about the air conditioning repair school (btw, secret love, ooh) and jerry (??) just up and left, but still works at greendale because of the familiarity.

also alan and that other guy from Jeff's old firm (evil guy) slept together once and then never talked about it again.

magnitude is gay, and it's very common knowledge at Greendale but no one ever thinks to bring it up because it's just a fact. "oh yeah that's magnitude. yeah he's gay we know"

Annie kim is home of phobic and also very gay. very very gay

toby dies.

Todd is like an inch away from being a serial killer, and Rich IS one (as you can tell from the fact I wrote a TWENTY THOUSAND WORD FANFICTION ABOUT IT [which I am very proud of, and might be one of the best things i've written and completed]) which I have many thoughts about. Todd would be like 50% Norman Bates, 30% Stu Macher, 19% Light Yagami and 1% the Joker. in addition, Rich would be 40% Patrick Bateman, 40% Hannibal Lecter, 17% David Harris (the stepfather) and 3% Leatherface. when combined they're like 10% Herbert West in the science-y aspect ("wow, drinks from a stranger? so medical")

[moonslesbology]

i wanna write a fic basically all about annie cresta and her games and everything about her because i refuse to play my girl off as some helpless love interest turned widow single mother. there is legit sm depth to her character istfg i will sideline finnick simply so she has her main character moment 

[mousecracker]

Whenever I remember that all of Hitch’s friends are either dead or left her it leaves an aching hole in my chest dude, Hitch deserved so much more than what she got and if I think about it too hard it makes me so upset

[wreywrites]

Tiger Shark

Part 7: The Sail

Chapter 42

Cressida dresses us all up in finery from the dead woman’s apartment. Apparently she was coming into the maintenance room as Katniss came up. Katniss shot her before she could raise the alarm. It was a good call, because on her TV, Caesar Flickerman is telling everyone to keep their eyes peeled for us. They have the Quarter Quell pictures of Katniss, Cashmere, Gloss, Alvan, Finnick, and me. The pictures they would have used when we died in the arena. Now they use them as wanted photos. Like anyone would fail to recognize us.

Cressida pulls a furry hood up over my hair. “Remember to slouch,” she says. Then the front door opens and we go out into the street, hurrying along with scattered groups of refugees, following Cressida.

Following Cressida all the way to the shop that sells fur underwear.

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I remember when she was the favorite stylist of the Hunger Games. How the mighty have fallen. I wonder if this will be Marius someday. Or Dalia. Or are they already dead, like Peeta’s style team? I’m not sure I want an answer.

The woman stiffens when Gloss pulls down the scarf around his face. Her eyes soften and she approaches him.

Yes, she dressed him, all those years ago. I remember that now too. She didn’t have whiskers back then, and her nose wasn’t quite so cat-like, but I remember them showing her at all his victory appearances.

Tigris reaches up and cups Gloss’s cheek with her hand. He recoils like she burned him, but still he doesn’t speak. He just stares through the floor.

We should tell her Cashmere is dead. Her golden girl from eleven and a half years ago. But how?

I can barely keep myself upright and going through the motions—how am I supposed to tell this woman that my friends are dying all around me? That it could so easily have been me who stepped on the bomb pod, me sliced to pieces by a razor wire net, me eaten by lizard mutts. Me who drowned in the wave of sludge.

I should have drowned a long time ago. So many times when I was little, and so many times when I was older, and in the arena, and after the arena, and now I am drowning again.

“Keep swimming,” Finnick says. His voice comes from behind me, over my shoulder. Someone is guiding me down a narrow flight of stairs. Probably him. “Stay with me.”

Gloss paces the little basement. Katniss stitches up Gale and asks if anyone else is hurt. I don’t even know until Finnick rolls up the leg of my pants to a bleeding scratch. It’s not deep, luckily, but it is bleeding.

While Katniss cleans and bandages it, I glance at the stairs to see if I’ve been trailing blood everywhere. It doesn’t look like it, and if I was, I think someone would have noticed by now.

After checking everyone over and tending our wounds, Katniss slumps down against a wall.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I lied about the mission.”

“Yeah?” Leeg 1 says. “What else is new?”

“We knew, Katniss,” Finnick says.

“Then why? Why follow me? Why keep following me?”

Cressida sits on her heels in front of Katniss. “Because we believe in you. And we know this is the way to end the war.”

The rest of us nod.

“But they’re dead. They’re all dead because of me.”

“They chose their paths the same as we did,” Gale says. “They knew what they were getting into. They knew they might have to die to make this mission succeed, and they accepted that. You can’t turn back now. You have to finish it. If not for yourself, then for them. For us.”

“For Johanna,” Peeta says.

Finnick looks at Gloss, still pacing, staring unseeing through the floor. “For Cashmere and Alvan.”

The words rasp out before I can stop them. “For Megary and Augustus and Mags and Beck and-” These names mean almost nothing to Katniss. These people meant nothing to her. But they meant everything to me. “For all of them. All of us.”

Katniss looks up, then nods. “Okay.”

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Leeg 1 goes with Cressida. After several minutes, Tigris opens the door and Katniss and Gale follow. There is another long pause, during which Finnick unties and reties his boot laces nine times and I try and fail to stop seeing Alvan and Cashmere sprinting into the darkness, followed by a pack of bloodthirsty lizard mutts. Mandatory viewing last night showed all of our wanted photos again. Apparently no one died on camera in the tunnels, so they assume we all made it out into the dead woman’s apartment.

Tigris signals Leeg 2 and Gloss.

Behind us, Peeta is getting twitchy.

“Peeta,” Finnick says calmly, “take a deep breath. We’re all going to make it.” He squeezes my hand so tight I worry for my knuckles. “We’ll all be okay.”

Tigris waves us forward, and Finnick and I slip out into the river of refugees.

The last time I was surrounded by this many people this close together was the first time I was reaped. A sea of faces, all of them looking at me. But today no one is looking at me. Every face is looking forward, cast down, focused on their own feet and sometimes the feet of the children with them.

To say Finnick and I blend in perfectly would be a lie, but we don’t exactly stick out either. It would be funny, in any other circumstances. Finnick Odair walking right through the Capitol, unnoticed.

The steady tromping and shuffling of feet sounds too much like the stampede. Now it’s my hand crushing Finnick’s fingers. He says nothing, just steps closer so our shoulders bump together as we walk. I hope he can see Gloss and Leeg 2, because I can barely see the person in front of me. All I see is pale scaly lizard men.

Finnick stops, pulling me up short from my mechanical forward motion.

I glance at him.

“Lost them,” he breathes, frowning.

“What?”

“I don’t know. I saw them, and then-”

Someone bumps me, hard. I take half a step forward to catch my balance, then glance back to see that they have bounced off and fallen to the ground.

“Here-” I reach down to help the little girl back to her feet. She looks up to take my hand. My eyes widen, and so do Cassia Vickers’s.

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[potionboy3]

zedric wilhelm faust | durmstrang

zedric was a durmstrang student at the same time as alexej kavinsky was. he was a snob who spent his time with who ever was most popular.

though he seemed strong, zedric was actually not the warrior type that durmstrang was forming him into being. he was more sensitive and had a great love for horses and sports, even competing in flying horse races and quidditch.

after graduating zedric and alexej both joined the AM movement.

he was engaged to ione avery but she broke the engament off as her heart belonged to someone else. @cursed-herbalist

[fischerfrey]

gryff's side characters; tess brandon

teresa "tess" brandon is the sister of lola brandon and aunt of dawn harvelle. she's a muggle and co-owns a tea brand with her sister. she was born in 1992.

fc: camila morrone

dawn and lola belong to @potionboy3

[pixelkip]

Bonnie/Marcello brainrot moment

They're both kind of jerks. Just a little. But they're jerks together.

[mecharose]

Hi amarantine

I'm compiling (how many things am I compiling now? Halp) a list of names resources so the next time someone (Ghosty) asks me for help with names I can just have a treasure trove at the ready. Do you have any place you frequent for name harvesting that you could offer me?

a classic but fantasynamegenerators.com! I usually look up "[xyz] name generator" and click on that link for it. ex- victorian names generator, dark souls name generator, etc.

i also use babynames.com to look up the names I "made up" and see if they're real. it's an especially good one bc it gives you the name's meaning and a list of similar names.

nameberry.com is good for lists of "names that mean [xyz]" I've recently used that to look up night themed names for the RCU moon fae ^-^

hope these helped!! :D

[safflinas]

im eating you im eating you im eating you im eating you im eating you im eating you

[justsquibby]

I cannot believe in the span of a few days I got another character in a singular pull… and this time the single pull was free lol.

(This one was on my side account but still. I feel blessed)

[thegreatlibraryfangirl]

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

Thank you for the ask!! :D Despite having very few to choose from, it was a difficult decision! So I guess have one for each part of my, uh, 'brand', kink and angst:

Kink: A Good Boy, Santi/Dario. Being penetrated isn't inherently submissive or feminine and Santi's going to teach Dario that the fun way. Dominant bottom Santi.

Angst: where I'm going is anyone's guess. Annis & Wolfe (also just general everyone coping after Morgan's funeral). Annis Lives. Because the fact that Annis and Wolfe never spoke in the series is in my opinion a travesty and I will fix it. And the fact that Annis died is a worse travesty and I will fix that too.

(Note, this title looks like song lyrics, but i don't really do song lyrics for my titles and I don't recognise the lyrics ... someone shout if they recognize it lol.)