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@belayadyavol-a1
&&. by carcass. it/its. twenty-two.
a private and heavily selective interpretation of illyana rasputina; magik, the demon queen, sorceress supreme of limbo, the white devil, the darkchilde. headcanon based and occasionally canon divergent. minors and personal blogs dni.
* sideblog * playlist * board * piotr.
( AFFILIATED WITH ) ... scott summers. jubilation lee. adam warlock. peter quill. laura kinney.
the inspo from yana's board vs piotr's....
#STEELWRATH. A VERY SERIOUS PROMO FOR A VERY SERIOUS PERSONAL INTERPRETATION OF PIOTR 'COLOSSUS' RASPUTIN FROM MARVEL COMICS. HEADCANON BASED + CANON DIVERGENT! MADE BALD BY CARCASS!
anyways im going to linger around on piotr today to see if i can get stuff done
also youse aren't allowed to be mad but i'm debating moving blogs again. i have a lot of followers here and, while i don't particularly mind that, i feel like i don't plot / interact with people as much as i could because... there's so many people i WANT to interact with but being social is so hard and thus i avoid responding to the million unanswered ims, or i don't send in prompts to people i do want to interact with because i don't want too much on my plate....
i got my first ever bit of anon hate over the weekend and now i feel like i've officially made it in the tumblr rpc
thinking abt this and how intimately yana knows s'ym's torture methods because she was victim to them for years.
hi please donate to keep a widow and her four young children from gaza from starving. this campaign is vetted by association, toha’s husband mohammed al shawish was #86 on the gazavetters list. unfortunately they were being scammed by the original person running the campaign and it was eventually deactivated. mohammed was killed in may and these donations are the only thing keeping my friend and her kids alive
here is further documentation proving the legitimacy of this fundraiser. thank you
uw yana my beloved <3
Silly low effort meme redraw :))
@sn1ktz: “how many candies do i need to bribe you with if you let me hold your sword? the big, glowy, super cool looking one.”
illyana's snort of laughter is loud, blonde hair fanning around her shoulders with the vehement shake of her head in response to gabby's question. " no way, kid... " she starts, corner of her lips quirking up in her amusement at the younger kinney's attempt at bribery. " no amount of candy would tempt me to get on your sisters bad side. " and it's true ... somewhat. perhaps, had laura not been present, 'yana would've caved -- if only to see how silly gabby would look holding a sword three times her size. she was smart enough not to let gabby wield it in a way that would injure her, so there's really no harm in it. however, she's not so sure that laura herself would hold a similar sentiment. " at least not now, anyway. " maybe she could get jugs to distract laura ... he owes her, after all. so all she does is send the girl a conspiratorial wink -- a silent promise that, at some point, gabby could hold her absolutely super cool glowy sword.
ICONIC THINGS GLaDOS FROM PORTAL HAS SAID .
“ we’ve both said a lot of things you’re going to regret . ” “ i think we can put our differences behind us … you monster . ” “ it’s been a long time . ” “ how have you been ? ” “ this will be our only chance to talk . ” “ you are a horrible person . ” “ i’ll give you credit : i guess you are listening to me . ” “ remember before , when i was talking about smelly garbage standing around being useless ? that was a metaphor . i was actually talking about you . ” “ did you know that people with guilty consciences are more easily startled by loud nois— *blasts airhorn* ” “ nobody but you is that pointlessly cruel . ” “ i made it all up . ” “ i am very pleased you made it through my final challenge , where i … pretended i was going to murder you . ” “ i know you’re there . i can sense you . ” “ you haven’t escaped , you know . ” “ you’re not even going the right way . ” “ uh - oh . somebody cut the cake . i told them to wait for you , but they did it anyway . ” “ didn’t we have some fun , though ? ” “ you really shouldn’t be here . this isn’t safe for you . ” “ it’s not too late for you to turn back . ” “ okay . i am going to kill you now . ” “ someday , we’ll remember this and laugh . and laugh . and laugh . ” “ you’re not a good person . you know that , right ? ” “ this is your fault . it didn’t have to be like this . ” “ i’m not kidding . turn back , or i will kill you . ” “ i’m going to kill you , and all the cake is gone . ” “ you don’t even care , do you ? ” “ despite your violent behaviour , the only thing you’ve broken so far is my heart . ” “ maybe you should marry that thing if you love it so much . do you want to marry it ? … WELL I WON’T LET YOU . how does that feel ? ” “ i’ll tell you what that thing isn’t : it isn’t yours . so leave it alone . ” “ have i ever lied to you ? … i mean , in this room . ” “ killing you and giving you good advice aren’t mutually exclusive . ” “ nice job breaking it , hero . ” “ this isn’t brave . it’s murder . what did i ever do to you ? ” “ i honestly , TRULY didn’t think you’d fall for that . ” “ you’re about to become the immediate past president of the being alive club . ” “ i hate you so much . ” “ look , even if you think we’re enemies , we’re enemies with a common interest : revenge . ” “ i thought you were my greatest enemy , when all along , you were my best friend . ” “ under the circumstances , i’ve been shockingly nice . ” “ i used to want you dead but now i only want you gone . ” “ you’ve got your short , sad life left . ” “ goodbye , my only friend … oh — did you think i meant you ? that would be funny if it weren’t so sad . well , you have been replaced . i don’t need anyone now . ” “ when i delete you maybe i’ll stop feeling so bad . ” “ go make some new disaster . ” “ you’re someone else’s problem . ” “ i’m brilliant . i’m not bragging , it’s an objective fact . ” “ i hate you . it can’t be for no reason . you must deserve it . ” “ i don’t suppose you ever stopped whining long enough to reflect on your own shortcomings . ”
actually ur honour i like to think that they r besties on the down low
thinking abt yana and panic attacks and how she suffers with them more than she lets on to anybody.
usually in the dead of night when memories take the form of nightmares and she wakes up under the illusion she's still trapped in limbo. be it flashes of her killing cat or ororo, of s'ym's special brand of torture, of belasco's thundering yelling and subsequent punishments when she fails a spell. sometimes they hold memories of piotr's corpse, or they revolve around the time she spent alone in a blizzard simply waiting to die in the freezing cold.
sometimes there's the phantom pains of her soul being torn from her body with no remorse. the pull in her chest that starts off almost warm, before a violent shift makes it feel as though her whole body is being torn apart. her bones are splintering, her nerves are alight with an agony that's incomparable to anything she's ever felt before. her brain feels like it's melting, eyes feel like they're going to burst, her ribs feel like they've shattered and punctured her lungs. and she wakes up like a girl on fire. clutching at her heaving chest, curling into a ball while the pain ebbs away as she reminds herself of where she is. other times she wakes up in a flurry of quiet but panicked yells while fingers curl and pull at her hair in an attempt to ground herself from whatever she's seeing that she KNOWS is fake but feels real.
sometimes she has panic attacks because she remembers, despite it all, how fond she was of belasco. regardless of what he did their souls were tied the second she entered limbo. a part of her (that she knew was wrong) wanted to please him. wanted to do everything right, wanted to excel at whatever he put her up to because she wanted to rule at his side. she wanted to be the damnation he prophesied. she wanted to be everything he wanted her to be. and the recollection of those feelings make her feel sick, because it's another reminder that she wasn't in control of ANYTHING. her own mind was constantly fighting against what she knew was wrong, and what the growing darkness inside of her craved. and the fear that, should he ever return again, those same feelings might begin to brew all over again -- evem though she's stronger now.
she can't sleep after them, despite how the heaving and sobbing only proves to further exhaust her + how weak it makes her entire body. which sucks, because then she's stuck for hours with memories she's tried to bury that do nothing but settle into the cracks of her mind. nonexistent when she goes through the motions of making herself a drink at 2am, but crawling their way back out when she sits at the table with nothing to occupy herself.
sometimes she does get them in the day. mostly times where the darkchilde has been close to escaping the cage yana can barely keep it locked in. the knowledge that one wrong move could've had it released and put her friends/family in danger. not only does the thought of hurting them mess her up, but also the fact that it would be another betrayal from her. even if they know she can't control the darkchilde -- she should be stronger.
also i'm thinking abt revamping both my multi's...
i need to edit new stuff for her too but @tabismith she returns
@doug1ock: 'he's dreaming of home.' previous.
illyana tuned out some few seconds into doug's animated dump of information -- a skill she'd learnt to switch on and off whenever he got himself worked up. she knew, at some point, he'd make his point. whatever was said in between was typically of little importance to her; the only response granted throughout his rambling being an absent, half - hearted 'mhm... yeah... so cool.' the initial perk of her posture slumps once more as she waits, and waits, and waits -- features only growing more bored with every word spewed. something about riddles and languages and other things she didn't need to know about.
though, in usual fashion for a girl raised by brutality, flat features brighten up within seconds at the mention of a battlefield. now that the demon queen can get behind. so much so that she opts to allow the hand that slaps onto her shoulder in lieu of expressing her annoyance. " why didn't you just start with that, idiot! " eyes roll, and her fingers twitch with the urge to slap him upside the head for making her think their escape was going to be some kind of riddle solving hoo-ha that was going to require the next ten years of their lives to solve. though it doesn't last long; the grin that splits her lips ripe with anticipation, her own enthusiasm piquing to match doug's own.
mouth opens again, a declaration of their assured victory at her hands dying on her tongue at the haze that blankets doug's expression. a familiar one that illyana knew the outcome of all too well. " jeez doug... " despite apparent exasperation in her heavy exhale, both arms raise until hands are grasping his biceps, grip tight enough to ensure he wouldn't drop like a sack of potatoes should the excitement get too much. she doesn't bother with the papers that fall to the floor when his grip loosens on them, allowing them to scatter in a collage of foreign scribbles she could never hope, nor care, to understand. her own long - standing appreciation and fondness for her teammate comes in the form of uncharacteristic patience -- allowing him a few seconds wrapped in his momentary nerdy bliss before she shakes him harshly.
" alright alright, that's enough of that. in case you hadn't noticed, there's nothing in this place for me to fight. " her question is left unsaid, but the raise of her brow as she gives him one last reassuring squeeze leaves her train of thought obvious. 'so what am i meant to fight?'
