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[matryochka]

#      𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐊𝐀    ;    independent,  extremely selective,  private  &  mutually  exclusive  writing  blog  for  𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫  inspired  by  the  marvel  comics'  black  widow  &  red  room    ,    vinicia  mikhailovna  andreyeva    [    𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:    черная вдова    ]      𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐦𝐜𝐮  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭.      warning  for  triggering  content ! ... 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ; grayson [ ♡ ] , romanova & co. , robinavitch [ ♡ ] , wayne , poindexter .

[matryochka]

i have so much to do today and i’m still stuck in work 🥲

[matryochka]

dickvin my absolute favourite SIGH

[aurorarpresources]

reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted

[matryochka]

💀 <- this is me waiting for the muse and writing motivation to hit me like a brick

[manusinmanos]

is that the shirt you were wearing last time? / for six 😼

manchester. seven thirty five pm. six doesn't pause when her accented voice cuts though the rowdy din of the crowd around them. instead, he purposefully finishes placing his sleek black bank card back into his leather wallet, blue eyes only seeking hers once the vendor places a styrofoam tray of fries into his hand.

' what? a guy can't have a uniform? ' he asks, a light smirk pulling the corner of his mouth, memories of their previous encounter momentarily clouding his aversions of her. every inch of her screams dangerous to his trained eye. he finds himself admiring those inches anyway, even in her civilian get up.

' don't tell me you're here because you're a football fan. ' he can't help but joke, one brow arched subtly as he takes a fry and pops it into his mouth. it's a mission. he knows it's a mission. they'd been sent on the same wild goosechase before . . . but this time? he can't afford to lose sight of the gold. this one would just have to be his.

[matryochka]

‘  do  not  be  ridiculous.  ‘        thin  heels  of  her  stilettos  skillfully  balance  on  the  uneven  pavement,  the  stones  and  holes  alike  easily  missed  with  each  step.    the  widow  had  trained  walking  on  rusty  nails  and  thorns    ;    a  bit  of  dirty  and  difficult  terrain  can  hardly  knock  her  posture  out  of  its  usual  elegance.        ‘  i  prefer  millionaires  chasing  me  rather  than  a  ball.    besides,  i  am  russian,  we  are  excellent  at  winter  sports  and  arts,  not  …    this.    whatever  this  is  even  supposed  to  be.  ‘        as  she  speaks,  her  fingers  dare  to  steal  a  singular  salted  fry,  holding  it  between  manicured  nails  as  if  the  oil  would  stain  her soul  with  its  nastiness.    she  bites  it  twice  before  wiping  a  hand  on  his  muscular  bicep  that  is  unfortunately  covered  by  a  tight  shirt.    he  looked  so  much  better  when  he  was  stripped  out  of  his  clothes  and  his  dignity  all  those  months  ago.

the  crowd  surrounding  them  provides  both  the  comfort  of  not  being  seen  and  being accidentally  discovered  by  whoever  holds  a  phone  on  a  video  call  to  their  family  member.    but  vinicia  doesn't  pay too  mind  to  them    —    only  throws  metaphorical  daggers  when  they  push  through,  barbarically  hitting  her  with  their  shoulder  when  she  stands  in  their  way.        ‘  i  am  surprised  they  let  you  out  of  your  cage  after  the  fiasco  last  month  in  monaco.    my  eyes  and  ears  told  me  you  were  not  exactly  the  prime  example  of  a  job  well  done.  ‘        keeping  tabs  on  him  now?    maybe.    can  anyone  blame  a  girl  for  wanting  to  see  how  her  situationship  fares  in  the  world?  

‘  if  you  are  done  feeding  yourself,  why  don't  we  go  back  to  the  airport  and  get  you  a  return  ticket  to  wherever  you  came  from?    sounds  like  a  fun  evening  idea,  does  it  not.  ‘        the  porcelain  facade  is  broken  by  one-sided  smile,  half  genuine  and  half  placated  there  out  of  fake  politeness.        ‘  i  would  hate  for  something  to  happen  to  you.    aren't  i  so  considerate?    i  am,  i  know.    shall  we  go?    the  sweat  and  oil  is  making  me  quite  nauseous.  ‘

[dxrkeyes]

I am your KING.

One of you wants to come for the c r o w n? You’d best not miss again.

— DXRKEYES｡       independent & selective rp for Remy LeBeau aka [ GAMBIT ] of Marvel's X-men｡    based on earth-616 comic lore｡     chargé par bun, 25+, she/her

[manusinmanos]

MANUSINMANOS ; hand in hand. ✿ an independent, selective, headcanon and vibe based multimuse roleplay blog for various canon characters and original muses inspired from a variety of media.

[matryochka]

I LOVE YOU POOKIE <3

i love you too pookie <3

[godforgave]

if i could start over again . . . a chance to be normal, i'd do it, too.

#𝑔𝑜𝒹𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞  is  an  independent,  private,  and  selective  𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑤 '𝑝𝑜𝑝𝑒' 𝑐𝑜𝑑𝑦  as  featured  in  tnt's  animal  kingdom.  protected  fiercely  by  𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊.  be  mindful  of  triggers.  21 + 

[matryochka]

i was thinking about how vinicia is so vain that when her face gets hurt and imperfect and bloody and bruised, she just hides until it heals completely. like she can’t even look into the mirror or take a photo, she has to be Perfect

[matryochka]

@circusblud , kisses her good morning.

an  hour  of  privacy  and  decent  sleep  are  hard  to  get  in  this  household    —    even  leaving  the  bed  and  moving  downstairs  to  rest  on  the  sofa  in  the  middle  of  the  night  didn't  get  her  that.    it  didn't  take  dick  long  to  follow  her,  squishing  her  into  the  cushions  and  overheating  her  under  a  blanket  by  wrapping  himself  around  her  like  cling  film.    vinicia  was  certain  his  bicep  might  actually  crush  her  throat  if  she  tried  to  turn  or  pull  away  from  his  unyielding  grasp.    

she  easily  ignores  the  first  kiss  that  he  presses  to  the  back  of  her  shoulder,  unmovingly  pretending  to  stay  in  deep  slumber.    the  second  one  to  the  small  crook  of  her  neck  is  a  bit  harder to not react to    —    his  morning  stubble  scratching  her  skin  sends  a  shiver  down  her  spine,  an  involuntary  wave  of  goosebumps  covers  her  arms even  through  the  heat  between  them.    but  the  third,  when  he  draped  his  heavy  body  over  hers  on  such  a  small  area  of  the  couch  and  peppered  her  face  with  lazy  kisses,  she  could  not  stop  the  smile from  growing.    despite  all  the  irritation  she’s  been  feeling  since  he  ruined  her  beauty  sleep  with  his  clinginess  and  need  to  stay  in  her  personal  bubble.

‘  you  are  fat,  richard.  ‘        vinicia  complains,  lying  under  his  weight  like  an  immovable  object  that’s  turning  into  dust  with  all  the  pressure.        ‘  and  warm.    and  squeezing  the  breath  out  of  me.  ‘        more  complaints,  even  as  she  returns  the  smooches,  pressing  her  cheek  against  the  side  of  his  head, carding fingers through the messy nest of dark hair.        ‘  be  useful  and  make  me  coffee  at  least,  will  you,  honey?  ‘

[toiich]

That Obscure Object of Desire (1977), dir. Luis Buñuel

[matryochka]

love is for children, says a woman who’s never been loved or lovee someone else as a child

[itberice]

#MurderMe

[vithcy]

How it feels to post about your ocs even though only 2 people care about them

[awbro]

[ ·˚ ༘₊· 𖣠 : ̗̀➛ ] @matryochka

" eyes open. keep it casual. casual. casual. and nice. "

[matryochka]

‘  what  are  you  so  worried  about?  ‘        she  can  feel  the  press  of  his  palm  on  the  small  of  her  back,  guiding  her  through  crowds  of  strangers  who  pay  mind  to  their  own  life    —    most  of  them,  at  least.    judging  by  his  urgent  tone  and  fast-paced  walk,  there  is  certainly  foul  play  that makes him act out on trained senses.    a  danger  for  him,  perhaps?    ah,  wouldn't  that  just  be  a  nice  change  of  their  game    ;    tables  have  turned,  it  seems.    and  the  vile  black  widow  is  more  than  thrilled  to  see  the  result,  always  such  an  evil  character,  thriving  in  others’  demise  and  misfortune.

for  now,  she  follows  his  orders    —    pressing  her  lips  together  to  hide  the growing  sinister  smile.        ‘  are  you  sure  you  do  not  want  to  cause  a  scene  instead?    that  would  surely  work  better  than  sneaking  away  like  a  couple  of  criminals.  ‘