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Florence Pugh as YELENA BELOVA in BLACK WIDOW
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tsarinabelova · 2 years
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❛ new phone, who this? ❜
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tsarinabelova · 2 years
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❛ can you tell i am tourist? ❜
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tsarinabelova · 2 years
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yelena puts in her airpods , turning the music up on her phone to drown out the mindless chatter of fellow commuters on the subway . it was better this way ; better she didn't pick up private conversations or hear a noise that might trigger a PTSD episode . she presses her head against the dirty , smudged and half-heartedly cleaned glass ; hands tucked into the pockets of her winter coat . heavy wool , military cut and adorned with buttons of the feodorovna coat of arms embossed into the metal .
her commute is a long one ; at least this evening was intended to be . a wave of exhaustion comes over her , the bruises from her day spent at the boxing gym starting to ache beneath her skin with the thrum of her pulse . though yelena fights valiantly against the the urge to sleep ; the motion of the car lulls her into a soft sleep .
she dreams .
of the silk threads of candy cotton pink ballet slippers sliding thru her fingers ; of the scratchy material of the white tights against her thighs . of the soft plucking of piano keys , the soft haunting song of the string symphony calling to her ; luring her to the stage . of the thin knife she secured to her thigh beneath her tights . even in her dream-memory she can feel the cool kiss of it . she adjusts the small tiara braided into her hair , applies a last coat of frosting pink lipstick and follows the other ballerinas out to the darkened stage , taking position .
when they symphony reaches its crescendo , you know what to do . the guttural voice of her handler rakes a small shiver down her spine as she recalls it with the perfect cadence of his knife-sharp tone . she is a bolshoi ballerina . she is the white widow . there were very important politic people in the audience tonight — she'd heard the other girls tittering about it earlier in the night . front row . box seat one and three . you know what to do . she can still feel the ache in her toes as she rises and begins to dance ; spinning until the gossamer silk and glittering adornments are all she sees ; reciting the dance by muscle memory alone , attention held by the music . the build of the crescendo aligns with the war drum pound of her heart until fingers are reaching artfully for the knife and she is hurling it through the air with marksman speed and accuracy —
yelena wakes with a gasp , her heart pounding in her chest , the violent shift to a state of hyper alertness making her head pound as she cast her hazel gaze around her like a frightened , feral , cornered animal . only barely resisting fight or flight because she was still trapped on the subway train , firmly seated in the window seat she'd taken when the elderly woman beside her had gotten off two stops ago .
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tsarinabelova · 2 years
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❛ i call this, the ‘why is sun so bright?’ selfie. ❜
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tsarinabelova · 2 years
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❛ it was good party.
had lots of fun, drank lots of vodka. ❜
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tsarinabelova · 2 years
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mature & tw: mention(s) of physical abuse
❝ watch my back . i'm going to ground .❞ a small crackle is heard over the earpiece before yelena's comrade replies in affirmation . knowing that she has no time to lose and that if her target slipped out from her grasp there would be hell to pay . as team lead it was 𝘩𝘦𝘳 that would bear the brunt of dreykov's anger . the punishment of the red room instructors : the painful beat of their battalions against her ribcage ...beating her over and over . into submission . beating the failure out of her . her jaw clenches as fingerless gloves brush over the fading bruise on her fifth rib , counting to her head .
the seconds of moments those memories and thoughts calculate in her mind , yelena's hands are in motion , clipping her wire to her belt , the small but sturdy metal feet digging into the ancient stone roof of the building she taken post on . she positions herself like a runner at the starting line and propels herself forward and then into the air like an acrobat — arms spread wide as she free falls .
it's a rush , this weightlessness . of adrenaline . of power . the super soldier serum courses through her veins as she unclips her belt close to the ground and sticks her landing like a master gymnast . ana , her spotter , barks out directions into yelena's ear . affirmation that her target has taken refuge in the run-down looking concrete building nearby , yelena gives pause to study all of it's vantage points . it's entrances and exits .
she takes quick mental count of all her weapons , finger tips skimming the rough textured handle of her dagger before leaving it sheathed . her widow bites would be plenty effective if needed . ❝ eyes open , ana. i'm going in .❞ yelena commands in quiet russian , peering up and down the trash littered street before entering the dark building ; her black widow suit allowing her to become one with the shadows.
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tsarinabelova · 2 years
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TSARINABELOVA — is an roleplay blog for yelena belova from marvel ( black widow ) comics. mainly mcu and headcanon based. due to the nature of adult themes and threads, 20+ mutuals preferred. this is a sideblog.
WRITER — adored & penned by delaney, 31, she/her, est. i'm aroace and thus my blog is a safe space for lgbtqa+ community. i work a full time job + a part time at night so please be patient with my reply times. i write 3rd person, present tense & sometimes dabble in purple prose ( largely for solo's ).
please be sure to filter tags for trigger warning and / or #m if you do not wish to read anything that i post containing that content. i tag my posts accordingly and i also put clear and visible warnings in the beginning as well.
RP TWITTER: @oftsarinayelena
RP DISCORD: please ask!
GOOGLE DOC: wip
GRAPHICS CREDIT: bambieyestuff
GIF CREDIT: ioveaffairs
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tsarinabelova · 2 years
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❛ birthday photo dump. 📸🧁🧁🧁 ❜
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