Illyana Rasputina.

curator of rare books and manuscripts. mutant, sorceress, and (sometimes) classified asset. sideblog of ᴛʜᴇᴠᴀʀɪᴀɴᴛᴠᴀᴜʟᴛ.

[magikmanuscript]

-> ɪʟʟʏᴀɴᴀ ʀᴀsᴘᴜᴛɪɴᴀ // ᴍᴀɢɪᴋ -> alter ego: ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴᴀ ʀᴏss

an independent, 21+ portrayal of illyana rasputina from marvel comics. inspired by comic canon, select film influences, and original headcanons. archivist. mutant. keeper of forbidden knowledge. spy. canon-divergent, multiverse-friendly, and crossover welcoming. written by cat.

main: @thevariantvault

[magikmanuscript]

open starter ( for mutuals and non-mutuals to @thevariantvault)

the museum was not particularly busy that day, and so illyana found herself at the front desk where the secretary normally greeted incoming guests. she was awaiting a shipment of documents to sift through - manuscripts she was eager to get her hands on and was just waiting to them to be signed over. elbows rested against the counter as she gazed out to the lobby.

it smelled old. not the kind of old that left one scrunching their nose, but the kind that exhaled history. it were like pinewood and cedar, if she had to describe it. perhaps a hint of vanilla in the midst of it. it made her think of the smell of old books, comforting and warm. those who knew illyana would likely say she exuded the complete opposite. perhaps that is why she liked it so much.

she noticed a guest lingering around the front, gazing at pictures, upwards, no where in particular. the secretary had still not returned, and she felt inclined to offer a polite smile and words of assistance. “good day, is there anything i can help you with?”