#alyyvdova

[intombedarc]

i’m a bully, you guys. I MADE IT, HELL YEAH.

#i just called you out for stealing from ME? #and you won't address it? #but i'm a bully? okay that's cute #screen cap this too <3 #tw drama #tw drama mention #tw bullshit #also it's alyyvdova get it righttttt

[farforvdova-moved]

    “    i don’t forgive.     how could i ?    ”      a pause,  the anger boils and anya shakes her head ever so slightly.   her fists roll tight,  nails in her palms and leather of her gloves wrinkling with the tension.   she takes a few angry,  heavy steps towards maxine but is able to control herself enough to not get in her face.  a foot,  maybe more away.  close enough to whisper if need be.   

    “    how could i ever..   forgive you?    ”     the anger twists into hurt.  she had been dead,  brought back,  twisted and tortured.  how was she to figure out how to live when maxine left her to die?   how was it fair?    maxine seemed to have found her life..   even if she was running.    “    there is no amount of sorry in this world.    ”

@alyyvdova​​    saturn didn’t ask for this but too bad. 

#𝔦. can i kiss you before i kill you ? / anya & max ( alyyvdova ) #alyyvdova #𝔦. russian roulette is a dangerous thing / main verse . #( you can absolutely ignore this ) #( it was just on my mind ) #𝔦. a product of who we are / closed starters .

[sonicanary]

‘ would you consider pride a fault or a virtue? ’

memes. accepting.  @alyyvdova

          "Are we seriously doing it ? You knocked me out unfairly, I want it to be detailed because usually you wouldn't have me so easily, and then you tied me to this bed. What's wrong with you girl ? Knocked your head too hard."      Dinah gave her a mixed confusing look with exasperation too.    " Listen, I’m willing to forgive you if you let me go now. And between you and me, it’s not very smart to let me speak, because that also means I can scream, and not for help.” 

#alyyvdova #♪ inbox ↭ wanna hear a secret

[wolfwidower]

      @alyyvdova​​ from action / fight prompts, accepting.

            " i told you to go left! "

      go left. cézar was good at following orders. he had to be, by this point in his life. there was no survival no existence if he did anything but follow proper orders. at some point that had become against the grain, had been the opposite of coding but for now? for his training? for a mission? following orders was just fine.

      he wasn’t entirely sure when their cover had been blown, or rather when they’d alerted the security to their presence. sleek, quiet, and professional as they were some accidents just happened and within a matter of seconds they were in red alert hell. gunfire erupted, glass shattered, and muzzle flashes were so prominent that he could imagine it was akin to the fourth of july. go left. he’d love to, but left was not logical, or intelligent. left could come later. left was unintelligent. left would get him killed. and though it would be easy to accuse him of heralding a death wish, cézar simply did not feel like dying today.

      “ why would i go left when i could come with you and make your job harder? ” half jest, as everything between them always seemed to be. the tension was thick, strong enough that it seemed resilient to being cut with normal sorts of means ( knives had little to no effect. perhaps a diamond-toothed chainsaw? ). the only evidence that he took their predicament even remotely seriously was in the reloading of his pistol, the expression on his face as he dropped the magazine and palmed another in its place, satisfied only when he heard the heavy click signaling it was loaded and ready to go. “ who’d annoy you if i went left? ”

#« time to make the sacrifice » interactions ×. #v. i. main #alyyvdova #alyyvdova 1 #HERE WE GOOO

[brknsymbol]

@alyyvdova​ sent: [ 🩰 ] is there a type of fashion your muse prefers, or do they not pay attention to their appearance at all? ( from this - accepting!! )

so i won’t say that sam is fashion forward,  but he is fashion aware.   he will take comfort over style any day,  but that being said,  he also wants to present himself in a way that looks professional and — simply put — nice.  he doesn’t like looking grimy or dirty going out in public if he can avoid it and will always prefer the ability to change into a fresh set of clothes after going on a run.  sam is also someone who will absolutely dress for the occasion.  formal event?  he has a few different suits to choose from!  casual dinner?  he’ll wear something nice,  but comfortable and not over the top.  business casual?  he’s got an array of button-downs and slacks.  he’s someone who learned at a young age that while it’s important not to judge anyone based on their appearances,  first impressions always make a difference,  whether intentional or not.  that being said,  sam’s also not incredibly wealthy and is hardly going to put fashion as a high priority — most of his formal outfits were considered thoroughly before being purchased.  his  “nicer” outfits are probably clothes that give off the impression of being expensive without the price tag to go along with it,  which to me means it’s safe to say that he’s capable of putting together a nice look with just about anything. 

#[ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱʟᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ . meme response ] #[ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʀᴀꜱʜ . headcanons ] #alyyvdova

[khakerskayavdova-a]

@alyyvdova​​ said: [ point + knife ]  your muse holding mine at knife point.

it should not be so easy to spot a widow in the wild. that is the point is it not? belong everywhere by belonging nowhere at all. and yet, perhaps it is something in the eyes, something that told her this was one of them... one of the ones from before. and judging by the knife she was right. 

of course, telling her the red room lives on was probably not the best introduction, and looking back she can tell that it sounded like a threat. “ i am not with them. ” she says, face passive and calm despite the weapon in her face. 

#alyyvdova #hope this works

[devilculpa]

"𝙸'𝙼  ����𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙳,  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙿𝙸𝙳."  doesn’t  really  explain  why  he  can  block  an  attack  before  it  really  connect  with  his  body.  there  is  a  lingering  smile  on  his  lips,  cane  slightly  supporting  his  body  as  he  leans  on  it.  head  canted  on  the  side,  listening  in  closely.  something  about  the  way  the  other  moves  is  oddly  familiar.  “do  you  happen  to  know  one  black  widow  by  any  chance?”  it’s  the  same  type  of  force;  impactful  moves,  graceful,  almost  hard  to  track.  almost. @alyyvdova​ 

#alyyvdova #━━━━ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. ↝ alyyvdova ( maxine cortez ). #matt 'i have been wooped by a widow before i recognize that everywhere'

[batvvmn-arc]

“   can  you  zip  this  up  for  me ?   ”

throat is cleared, digits coming up to fuss with collar of shirt before standing, “ —- yeah, sure. turn around. ” kate gives, waiting for the other to do so. once she does, the bat steps closer, bringing material together to slide zipper upwards. it isn’t intentionally slow, but it definitely felt like forever, sure to link the clasp at the very top. “ there. good to go. ”

@alyyvdova / 🙃

#right off the rip huh? no respek. #alyyvdova

[zimniysoldvt]

“IF  I  WANTED  YOU  DEAD,  YOU  WOULD  BE  DEAD.“  he  is  holding  back.  he  has  to.  he  knows  what  he  can  do.  he  doesn’t  want  to  do  it.  but  it  seems  the  super  soldiers  and  now  the  widows  were  creepin’  back  into  his  mind  to  remind  him  of  what  he  had  done.  slight  grunt  escapes  his  lungs  at  the  hit  and  they  are  now  face  to  face.  he  never  thought  he  would  face  widows  again.  most  of  them  didn’t  really  survived  the  training  and  those  who  did,  well,  they  don’t  tend  to  live  long.    “no.  but  you  should  be.  stand  down.  out  of  my  way.“  the  soldier  speaks  up,  swift  movement  as  his  leg  reaches  forward  to  collide  with  the  back  of  her  knee,  so  she  would  loose  balance.  “you  don’t  want  the  winter  soldier  to  come  out.“  but  when  around  russians,  do  as  russians  do.  and  that  means  getting  his  hands  dirty. || cont. from here with @alyyvdova​

#alyyvdova

[spydered-arch]

    THERE WAS NO OTHER EXIT, IMPROVISION WAS AT STAKE. maybe she could be considered idiotic but at least, she was still alive. either the widow before her was starting to show off her roster of emotions or maxine simply didn’t go in the route that was the most obvious (and to her, there were no other routes) sighs push out, rolling her eyes over the murmur that slipped out, wound being tightened with the crisp white gauze going around her forearm,  “ Наталья, ” she teases softly,  “ не показывай мне эмоции.  ”  

@alyyvdova​

Very few could get away with calling her that. Max was one of the few and she focused on bandaging up the younger widow. "Мне? Покажи свои эмоции? Никогда." She wouldn't do such a thing, and generally she wouldn't care if the other got herself hurt but the two had a shared goal and it would do Natalia no good if Max died before it was complete. They both needed the intel and she would stop at nothing to get it, and if that meant patching up the other so be it.

"Я бы увидел эту ловушку за сотню ярдов. Если бы он был ближе, он бы вас укусил. Ой, погоди." A small grin pulled across her features. "Now, come on. We have to get out of here if you're done tripping the traps." She teased lightly and she was completely kidding, but giving Max a hard time was amusing to her.

#THE SASS IS REAL #alyyvdova #& . ꜱᴏ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ( main verse )

[farforvdova-moved]

    sword clatters on the concrete floor they stood on as the life leaves the target at her feet.  anya looks from the blade to maxine,  brow quirks at her compliment and she lets the smallest spark of a smile spread onto her lips before averting her gaze.    

   “  Спасибо..    ”    a pause,  and she turns to face maxine again,  nearly stumbling over her words like an idiot.   

    “    its easy.   just like the batons in the red..  -  ”    words trail off and she turns away,  lingering for a moment before moving towards their exit.  she was relieved to be free from that place,  but it still struck a cord.  she still wasn’t herself and moments like this proved it.  taking private jobs was fine..   but killing   -   remembering   -   it brought her suffocating anxiety.

@alyyvdova​​   :   ❛      you’re   pretty   good   with   a   sword. ❜

#𝔦. can i kiss you before i kill you ? / anya & max ( alyyvdova ) #alyyvdova #𝔦. here comes trouble / answered asks . #𝔦. you are in control / queue .

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

@alyyvdova​ asked:  ❝ oh, that’s comforting. ❞

“Sorry, were you looking for comforting? Right, that’s down two flights of stairs, turn left, exit the building, and keep walking until you hit the coffee shop ten blocks away.” The offer is dry and sarcastic. “Comforting left us behind about a decade ago, don’t you think?” the mummy (returns) || accepting

#alyyvdova #v: 616 #[answered ask] #[sorry this is extremely late] #queue a message

[wolfwidower]

     @alyyvdova​​​​ from nsfw prompts, accepting.

            “ i told you to stay still. ” 👀

      and he was not very good at listening. at least not where max was concerned. it had long been established that their back and forth demanded he push her buttons as much as possible, find the little spaces where he could jam his fingers and watch her wind up and go. of course she was good at handling it in stride, at stifling down whatever her reaction was and relegating it to a glare or a bite back, but it was those little things that drove cézar to go for it every. single. time. so it was no different now, not with shucked layers of clothing, tossed onto the floor on their way to the bed, light pouring softly in from the windows of their shared suite.

      the room was nothing but windows, the rug was dark and the sheets matched it, and the bangkok nighttime skyline taunted them from the other side of tinted glass. but cézar paid no mind to that ---his attention was firmly on the woman astride him, concentration split between the velveteen feel of her thighs against his sides and the way she looked up there: a queen surveying her subjects and he was beholden to do nothing but admire her. the shape of her ---muscle covering every part of her, taut flesh pulled over it, the soft curves of her hips and chest, her ass ... even if he hadn’t willingly submitted himself to be beneath her there was no doubt that max could have won the scuffle to put him there. it was not a bad place to be.

      his arms were pinned high over his head, crossed at the forearms just beneath the wrist, and tied securely to the metal braces of the headboard. sweat dotted his hairline, pressed dark curls against his forehead, and despite her commentary cézar shifted from beneath her - enough to bring her form buoyant for a moment before he settled his hips back down against the too-warm sheets. “ i told you to stay still. ” and an impish grin stole at his lips, spread itself into his scruff impossibly wide, challenging.

      the expression that stole max’s features was stern, enough for her to anchor herself against him with a flat palm on his chest as a fulcrum, to grind her hips against his in a manner that had his jaw falling slack and a hiss escaping from behind his teeth. it took a second ---it took a clean second for him to regain composure, to allow the sensation of flesh-on-flesh to pass through him in an expectant shudder that started at the base of his spine and curled endlessly up the column. every one of his nerves was alight, ready for her to continue the onslaught. she was the lead, here. he was helpless but to wait.

      except he grit his teeth, felt his cheekbones flutter, his brow arching in an expression that matched the indignation of his voice, “ give me a reason to. ” the challenge was laid out before her, bare as they both were, taunting. “ заставь меня. ” he’d come to regret it. but those were the worries of a future cézar ---not the one trapped beneath a volatile assassin, reduced to a wanting mess of a man.

#« time to make the sacrifice » interactions ×. #v. i. main #alyyvdova #tw spicy #bangkok? bangkok.

[ofeden]

❛         WE  ALL  LOSE  SOMETHING  —  TRY  NOT  TO  CRY  OVER  IT        ❜    a  glimmer  of  something  draws  upon  her  features  ,  though  otherwise  the  widow  retains  the  stoic  reserve  of  all  her  training  as  she  approaches  .  this  world  ,  it  takes  ,  and  takes  ,  and  takes  some  more  -  often  times  without  giving  anything  in  return  .  yelena  has  learned  that  they  are  nothing  more  than  PAWNS  WITH  PULSES  for  the  sake  of  another’s  game  ,  and  eventually  —  such  things  grow  tiresome  .  

she  approaches  ,  the  expression  upon  her  features  sharp  and  trained  as  she  leans  in  towards  the  other  ,  a  brow   quirking  as  if  something  amusing  has  been  found  along  the  way  .  ❛      do  you  want  my  advice   ?      ❜    words  match  features  in  sharpness  ,  they  cut  through  the  air  as  boredom  attempts  to  take  over  and  dull  her  tone  ,  ❛      you  take  the  nothing  you  have  —  and  use  it  to  find  something  NEW  ,  better  and  more  like  you     ❜ 

@alyyvdova​ ​ said  " i lost everything ." for yelena!

#alyyvdova #« inbox » answered #« interactions » yelena belova #« post » queue

[awnterslder]

❛ can you walk ? ❜ 👀 / @alyyvdova

      there’s no time wasted getting back up on his feet, though one staggered step was taken backwards as the soldier steadies himself. he sucks in a breath through his teeth as he rolls his shoulders back, and eventually exhales out a sigh. maybe he’s getting too old for missions like these, you know? though, he knew well enough that there was no rest for the wicked ( are they? ). he’s far too restless when there’s nothing to do. eyes find the widow speaking to him, one with similar enough experiences and nods. “i can walk fine. ... you good?”

#alyyvdova #dkjgh tyty #❴ t ; ic / answered ❵ #❴ v ; who the hell is bucky? / verse tbd ❵

[blutschatten]

🔪 🔪 🔪

He’d been doing overwatch, mainly for himself. Sleep wasn’t much of an option for the redhead when he had an entire organization breathing down his neck. All focus had been through the scope of the rifle he had managed to scrounge from the last hydra agents who came after him. He’d been so focused that he hadn’t even heard her approach. He’d only lifted his head from the scope in time to hear some rubble kick up behind but by then it had been too late. The cold, sharp metal of the knife pressed against his throat as he started to turn to look behind him. Not even getting the chance, Nathaniel didn’t know who was behind him but to get the jump on him had shown they had skill. That was never a good sign. 

A glare to no one, he turned his head slightly to only have the knife press further against his neck. But with the turn, the corner of his eye could spot the smaller frame. His gaze narrowed as he moved his hands slowly away from the rifle to show his hands were empty. Though he was now beginning to try and formulate a plan that could get him out of this situation. If he had to cut himself just a tad with the knife against his throat than so be it. However, he also wasn’t sure how fast she could be. So, why not try and see just what the hell was happening. “What do you want?”

put a knife to my muse’s throat | Accepting | @alyyvdova​​​

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