gone.

I WAS 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, WHILE YOU ᴮᴸᴬᴹᴱᴰ ME FOR THE SMELL OF 𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖘.

[belaya-goners]

this blog is now archived. if you want me to follow u from the new blog lmk one way or another 🤍

[belaya-goners]

[TXT] : guess who i just ran into..

⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ ⎯ @rushplay as isak norén.

      ⎯⎯ image attached ⎯⎯

[ MSSG: ELSKLING. 🤍 ] ooh, my two favorite men in the world.

[ MSSG: ELSKLING. 🤍 ] i see you're making good use of that key i gave you to my apartment.

[ MSSG: ELSKLING. 🤍 ] i'll still be another hour or so, love. please, make yourself at home.

[belaya-goners]

sometimes im sad and then i rmr ... damn byanka mikhailovna is 6'2'' and op asf -- and i immediately feel better

[belaya-goners]

[TXT] : i'm thinking about you.

⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ ⎯ @steelwrath as piotr rasputin.

[ MSSG: RASPUTIN, PIOTR. ] < I don't think that's a good idea, Piotr. >

[ MSSG: RASPUTIN, PIOTR. ] < It might be better if you just... Forgot. Forgot about me altogether. >

[belaya-goners]

[TXT] : are you free tonight?

⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ ⎯ @cityracing as landon mcqueen.

[ MSSG: MCQUEEN, LANDON. ] Not exactly, no.

[ MSSG: MCQUEEN, LANDON. ] Practice is running late tonight, still prepping the last few things for the Olympics.

[ MSSG: MCQUEEN, LANDON. ] I'll be out around 10-10:30?

[ MSSG: MCQUEEN, LANDON. ] It's not exactly suitable for date night..I'm sorry.

[belaya-goners]

[TXT] : you know exactly what you're doing.

⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ ⎯ @cityburning as penelope gibson.

[ MSSG: GIBSON, PENELOPE. ] I am really not doing anything....?

[ MSSG: GIBSON, PENELOPE. ] I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life.

[ MSSG: GIBSON, PENELOPE. ] ...

[ MSSG: GIBSON, PENELOPE. ] ok, but is it working?

[belaya-goners]

[TXT] : are you free tonight?

⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ ⎯ @osuspiria as wanda maximoff.

[ MSSG: MAXIMOFF, WANDA. ] I should be free tonight, yes.

[ MSSG: MAXIMOFF, WANDA. ] Why? Is everything alright? I can come by within the hour....?

[ MSSG: MAXIMOFF, WANDA. ] if you need me to.

[ MSSG: MAXIMOFF, WANDA. ] ...or am I perhaps yet again overreacting a little bit?

[ MSSG: MAXIMOFF, WANDA. ] Nonetheless I am free tonight, yes. What is up?

[belaya-goners]

𝗤: 𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖣𝖮𝖤𝖲 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖤 𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖫𝖤 𝖤𝖬𝖮𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲 ? | | | [ BYANKA MIKHAILOVNA ] BOLD WHAT OFTEN APPLIES. ITALICISE WHAT SOMETIMES APPLIES ( ... )

ANGER. jaw  clenching,  hands  balling  into  fists,  teeth  grinding,  yelling,  going  nonverbal,  stuttering  speech,  rushed  speech,  slow  concise  speech,  rambling,  quiet,  arms  crossing,  shaking  head,  tearing  up,  animated,  expressionless,  projects,  internalizes,  vents,  withdraws,  passive  aggressive,  direct,  physical  outbursts,  verbal  outbursts.

JOY. easy  smiles,  fighting  back  grins,  suppressed  laughter,  loud  laughter,  giggles,  chuckling,  smirks,  whole  body  laughs,  covers  mouth  when  laughing,  throws  head  back  when  laughing,  slaps  leg,  touches  people  around  them  when  laughing,  looks  down  when  laughing,  looks  for  eye  contact  when  laughing,  sparkling  eyes,  bubbly  happiness,  quiet  subtle  happiness,  obnoxious  happiness,  wants  to  spread  joy,  quietly  savors  joy.

SADNESS  /  CRYING. bottling  it  up,  seeks  distractions,  wallows,  meditates  &  processes,  avoidance,  seeks  out  comfort,  withdraws,  talks  it  out,  internalizes  it,  sad  smiles,  depression  naps,  uses  alcohol,  uses  drugs,  seeks  out  sources  of  joy,  fidgets  with  sentimental  item,  sits  in  silence,  broods,  gets  moody,  wants  someone  to  share  the  misery,  tries  to  hide  negative  emotions,  nurtures  others  to  make  themselves  feel  better.

EMBARRASSMENT. shame,  blushing,  looking  away,  rubbing  at  back  of  head,  covering  face,  laughing  nervously,  laughs  it  off,  overthinks,  lets  it  go,  self-deprecating  humour,  deflects,  gets  irritated,  smiles,  withdraws,  crossing  arms  over  stomach,  crossing  arms  over  chest,  hands  in  pockets,  shoulders  sinking,  shrugs,  falling  into  silence  until  comfortable  again,  talking  a  lot  to  compensate.

GUILT. avoiding  eye  contact,  shoulders  sinking  low,  head  hanging  down,  crying,  chest  aches,  lashes  out,  internalizes,  apologizes,  deflects,  communicates,  withdraws,  grand  gestures  for  forgiveness,  accepts  fault  easily,  punishes  themselves,  martyrdom,  victim  complex,  over-active  guilt  complex,  healthy  conscience,  internalizes  even  after  forgiveness,  seeking  redemption,  moves  on  easily,  denial,  lack  of  guilt/conscience,  sorry  they  got  caught  more  than  caused  harm,  can’t  handle  knowing  they  hurt  others.

TAGGED BY: @operationwinter. TAGGING: @magntx, @astonishee for alex or rachel, @nguyetvan, @ogalactus, @diam1nd, @flmed, @parieur.

[belaya-goners]

today on: how does byasha even score? template.

tagged by: my love @roquish. tagging: @magntx, @flmed, @parieur, @osuspiria, @tewwor higu, @m4tchstick, @heirgardyn.

[belaya-goners]

update: as of january 13th, i have softblocked everyone in my following list, and re-followed everyone that liked my post about wanting to remain mutuals. please, only re-follow if you wish to write with me.

[rohgue]

"i never noticed how beautiful your eyes were,"

If she doesn't do this now, she'll look an even bigger mess in the morning and so will the pillowcases, so she swipes lazily at her eye with the cotton pad until the friction stings the corners. Glances over at a little handheld mirror now and again — at this point, so what if there are still a few smudges? As long as flecks of white are visible again, excavated from their crypt of mascara, she's basically clean. Rogue aims for the bin, assumes by the delicate thud that she made the throw, rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms as if that'll wipe the fatigue or the residual irritation.

Byanka's a vision compared to her. Rogue's eyes roll upon catching hers. She don't even wanna know the state of herself right now, but the observation that follows is surprisingly kind. ❝ Wha-? ❞ she murmurs, mind searching for sarcasm to bite at and toss back — all in good faith, of course, half-smirk baring teeth and red-rubbed eyeliner stains surely making those greens just pop. ❝ Ha, you shoulda seen me when Jubilee dolled me up for a date night. Couldn't no one look away. ❞

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BYANKA'S MOUTH TILTED INTO SOMETHING AKIN TO A SMILE. HERS WAS ALWAYS CLOSELY FITTED IN THE SPACE BETWIXT CONFESSION AND WORDED WEAPONS. “ you're right, i would have liked to see that. truth to be told, anything's better than what you normally wear. ” however teasing her words were, they were uncanny and soft; truth never cost a thing with rogue ⎯ something byasha had learned a long time ago. she easily looks through the roll of rogue's eyes as well as the fatigue that traced the lines of the her face. A BRIEF CLEARING OF HER THROAT, PACING HERSELF TO BRAVE A SUBJECT SCARCELY BALANCED.

“ ...speaking of date night, how are things with the two of you? ” byanka added quietly, even carefully. though their relationship had lasted the better part of two decades, it was rather uncommon for them to speak of their partners in each other's presence. and with good reason. “ ...or is my asking making it weird? ”

[ogalactus]

it is to be expected of those chosen to be the herald of galactus. so few who soar the vast celestial spaceways now, claimed by sister's cold embrace or released from duty, yet still ... those lost dear or otherwise are sensed within their shared cosmic essence as greatly as the one whom serves in this moment. she who is observed & heard from where they remain seated, a magenta hand rises for chin to rest upon almost idly so ... a tiny form regarded most closely, the illusion of human visage shifting with no more than a subtle thinning of lips. ❝ quite so , my faithful herald ... though our time as one has been naught but a singular second in the grand cosmic clock , your service has been no less of value. ❞

while the threads of the power cosmic that binds them decree she speaks truthfully, galactus tastes something not so easily defined on the fringes of being ... it has gaze narrow, familiarity awakening lonesome ghosts that may never find peace. even in silence.

❝ there once was a time similar words were spoken by myself. ❞ the mind drifts as does galactus' gaze toward yonder window speckled by distant starlight, ❝ the silence between worlds fallen by this eternal hunger ... take heed & know it may never last , for the final cries of the damned will inevitably echo back to its origin. ❞ yet it is not this solely which tears the mortal soul asunder. no, no- there will be no wallowing in this anguish for what is lost. to do so would invite death far too soon. attention returns to the herald. ❝ but enough of this— in this silence reality dawns ; we are as we must be. now & forever bound to a fate beyond our knowing. ❞

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THE POWER OF THE COSMIC HUMS THROUGH HER LIKE A SECOND PULSE, SHE'S A DECAYING STAR STITCHED INTO BONE AND MARROW WHOSE DEATH HAS LONG BEEN DENIED BY THE UNIVERSE. though her ghosts could not be erased by the measure of time, even the vast darkness of the cosmos had a way of washing away the pain and replacing it instead with a... comforting numbness. byanka's head lowered once more ⎯⎯ the silence they named was something that pressed close, gnawed deeper than she'd admit and its weight loomed over her still despite forcing through it.

“ ...if truly we are bound, then all i ask is; let it be without illusion. ” for years before their untimely meeting had she lacked vision, a purpose, something and someone to be. GALACTUS HAD GIVEN IT TO HER, PURPOSE, VISION, AND A NAME SHE HAD WANTED FOR HERSELF. “ i remain to serve because this hunger of yours still persists. and because someone must walk ahead of it, ” for a time now, her purpose had been to walk the spaceways and guide the mighty galactus to what must be sacrificed. YOU CAN NEVER UN-HEAR NOR FORGET THE CRIES OF PLANET-WIDE TERROR, BUT ONE COULD GROW ACCUSTOMED TO IT. THE MERE PRIZE OF SOMETHING MUCH LARGER.

sometimes she would wonder if ever a time may come when the clock would break, a time where the echoes would stop answering back and she'd give into the quiet as it swallowed her whole. “ if truly we are bound and our fates intertwined, ” stillness settled through her again and byanka let her shoulders square back before resting into it, her frame still levitating freely mid-air just before the mighty. “ ⎯⎯then i am glad it is to you and yours. ” words of affection that scarcely left the woman, least of all now, now lingered upon her tongue to voice for her companion. “ i shall remain at your side until my purpose has been fulfilled, the day you would dismiss me from your side or the event of my unlikely death. ”

[belaya-goners]

This is who we are, a product of war.

⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ ⎯ @n-romanova.

HER WORDS SETTLE WITH A HEAVY FAMILIARITY, LIKE OLD SHRAPNEL SINKING DEEPER INTO HER SKIN WITH EVERY BREATH INHALED. WAR HAD SHAPED THEM, it'd carved bone and nerve and instincts all alike until nothing else was left but the cleanest edge, and a cruel precision honed to kill. OH, HOW THE TRUTH CUTS SO EASILY WHEN ROLLED ACROSS HER OWN TONGUE. surely their countrymen had not thought for these women to become what they did; but fate had taken them into its hands and evoked its intent, its design, and reshaped them into what they had come to be. WERE THEY ALL NOT CHILDREN ONCE? CHILDREN MADE WEAPONS, SUFFERING THROUGH LONG SCREAMING NIGHTS OR NIGHTS OF HOLLOWED SILENCE.

“ we may be products of war... but the war, like us, was man-made. ” byasha's voice finally broke, low and unadorned before a pause. one in which her gaze drifted from the redhead, off to the distance before finding its home in the warmth of her own palm. a palm she recognized as a harbinger of destruction; of pain and terror, one she'd seen conjure substances more lethal than anything else on this earth. WHAT WAS WAR TO THEM BUT SOMETHING THAT CLAIMED AUTHORSHIP. OWNERSHIP. IT TOOK AND TOOK AND TOOK, the girl that once was byanka mikhailovna understood exactly just how much war took from the people. she had lost her own father to the great war; not in life but in spirit. everything he was and ever had been had been stolen from him, from their family.

“ ...and yet neither of us are the finished material they aimed for, wanted for. we both stretched beyond what they ever imagined for either of us. ” though the words leaving byanka's lips could have been interpreted as something of a victory, it left nought but a bitter taste on her tongue. “ we are both everything and nothing at all. everything they wanted, and all they've refused to acknowledge. ”

[belaya-goners]

BYASHA MIKHAILOVNA. MUTUALS MAY INTERACT.

[belaya-goners]

a couple more "fun facts" about mutant byanka's abilities.

after the exposure, byasha's body started producing radiation on its own.

for a long time after the first exposure to ionizing radiation, byasha was essentially emitting high amounts of radiation which could poison people and things that were near her for prolonged periods of time. only after several years of becoming familiar with the absorption of this power did she learn to control her own emission of radiation to something that wouldn't become lethal to humans.

the emission of radiation is very much affected by her emotional state, times where she doesn't feel in control- or appears vulnerable, are times where she'll emit higher doses of radiation.

due to the ionizing radiation she constantly generates/re-generates, byasha can conjure things such as: thermal explosions, nuclear explosions, etc.

immunity to poisons and nerve agents such as: cyanide, strychnine, novichok, vx, soman (gd), sarin (gb),

she can fly.

due to the basics of her mutant power, the absorption and application of these properties, byanka cannot die from natural causes and thus have lifespan longevity much compared to "immortality".

[belaya-goners]

"i'm not superstitious, but... i am a little stitious." [ from bobby drake ]

⁽ ¹ ⁾ ⎯ @astonishee as bobby drake.

her head tilts, a deadpan look on her face if not for her slightly narrowed gaze whilst fighting the urge to slap a palm over her own face. “ that... is not a word. ” bobby and scott had unexpectedly stopped by to visit angel, only to find the two of them tired and in a frenzy. but to be fair, the first time she'd met bobby wasn't exactly under the best circumstances. something with her running off and angel worrying themselves to death.

“ and here i thought you were the cool one of the bunch. ” her humor wasn't as refined as his, rather something dry and chapped, giving the sense of a woman who hadn't laughed in years. “ i stand corrected. ”

[belaya-goners]

@ BELAYADEATHS' NEW CANON AS OF DECEMBER 27TH 2025.

As you might've caught wind of over these past few weeks, I finally decided to change the entirety of Byasha's character to the mutant verse I've been trying out for a while. The short version is, I've needed something new and a new fresh breath of air when it comes to her, and I'm finally in a spot where I feel good about the rewrite! SO, HENCE FORTH, BYASHA HAS BEEN REWRITTEN INTO A MUTANT RATHER THAN A SUPER SOLDIER.

Down below, you will find several bullet points that'll be the most important divergencies from her former canon/timeline/history. For the full read, you can refer to my carrd which I've re-launched as of today, fully re-written and all. If there are any questions or confusions, please do not hesitate to ask. I'm very excited about this change, and hope you are too!

IMPORTANT DIVERGENCIES YOU/YOUR MUSE MAY NOTICE.

THE NAME/ALIAS BIANCA STARK HAS BEEN RETIRED. Byasha will no longer be referred to as Bianca or Bianca Stark in any verse. Your muse may refer to her by her modern nickname / short form nickname, Byasha.

SHE'S NO LONGER A SUPER SOLDIER; her powers now stem from a defensive adaptive x-gene, triggered by exhaustive and prolonged experimentation. She no longer has a static power, but instead evolves and adapts to survive.

HER MUTATION WAS BORN OF SURVIVAL. Every ability she possesses only exists because she was once subjected to it, and it tried to kill her. She became a mutant because her body nearly died, and it wanted to protect itself against the super soldier serum. Her body and mutation adapts to the exposure, but it doesn't come without cost. Her powers carries both psychological and emotional consequences.

RADIATION, NUCLEAR, IS HER DOMINANT AND MOST DANGEROUS FORM. By comparison it was the experiment she was exposed to the longest, and thus it's become her core power. The greater the exposure, the stronger the power. However she knows it to be extremely volatile and unpredictable.

SHE DIDN'T BREAK FREE IN 2009 AFTER A CRASH, MAGNETO ( @magntx ) BROKE HER FREE FROM THE COMPOUND IN EARLY-MID 1990's.

SHE CAN FLY. Enough said. She has a multitude of powers and abilities, which help her be able to fly and/or levitate.

SHE'S CONSIDERED AN OMEGA-LEVEL MUTANT. With her being able to adapt to anything that tries to kill her whilst also having been exposed to any means of torture, her skillset and mutation adaption is quite vast.

IMPORTANT THINGS THAT WILL NOT CHANGE.

BYANKA WAS WITH THE K*GB, THE RED ROOM AND DEPARTMENT X. Just as before, she trained with each department until being selected for further development. It wasn't until the administration of the experimental super soldier serum under Department X that her mutant gene triggered. Anything up until then remains the same. ( ! )

BYANKA IS STILL MARRIED TO MAGNUS ( @magntx ). They reconnected even earlier on, when he freed her back in the early '90s. They got married in late 2019.

BYANKA STILL SHARES AN APARTMENT WITH VÂN ( @nguyetvan ). No matter the verse, it's safe to assume Byasha has a connection and likely resides with Vân in her apartment.

BYANKA IS STILL CLOSE WITH BOTH JAMES ( @rekoning ) AND TONY ( @irnmade ). Both of them remain her found family, and she considers both of them brothers.

SHE LARGELY REMAINS IN-ACTIVE TO THIS DAY, AND OUT OF SERVICE. She no longer does any "field work", unless absolutely necessary and she is called upon. This is a point she very much struggles with to this day,