Hi, I'm mooschkas/moosch/mish, whatever you prefer. I'm twenty-something and go by she/her. Most of the time I draw but sometimes I also write.
I usually don't bite but if you are acting disrespectful or just weird – I might.
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how it feels to try and find more content with a character after muting a certain popular ship tags and therefore losing nearly 90% of all the content with the said character
had these sketches buried under a bunch of other stuff so might as well show them at this point
Sasha is pretty much my universal soldier – I throw her at beings that could very much just kill her. really like her in tcm though because she turned out to be literally a mix of Chop Top and Hitchhiker and I absolutely adore both, but Hoyt's delusional ass keeps insisting that she's a hippie and either has to change or she'll be the next dinner 💔
"these lady and gentleman just pulled up at the head office of my research institute and offered generous sponsorship for my projects! they seem like really nice people! ☺"
was playing around with photo bashing some time ago so might as well share some of my old spider lady's lore
Profile of Person of Interest:
Elizaveta Mironova, nee Secchina. Doctor of Chemical and Biological Sciences, specialist in genetic engineering. Co-owner of a pharmaceutical company "Bolma-Pharm" with Alexei Veselov and Egor Menshov, inherited her share in the company after the death of her husband and previous co-owner and co-founder in 2003.
No previous criminal record.
There is reason to believe that the company owns illegal laboratories in Eastern Europe [CLASSIFIED INFORMATION] and the North of [CLASSIFIED INFORMATION]. There is also a suspicion that the company actively collaborates with a criminal syndicate (hereinafter referred to as the "Connections"), which is engaged in the development and sale of biological weapons, murder, money laundering, and more. Currently, the case is under investigation. Mironova, as the alleged main intermediary between the organizations, creates the appearance of cooperation.
Below is an transcript of a conversation between [...] and E. Mironova on September 17, 2011. The recording was obtained with the suspect's consent.
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(To this moment, (11.03.2025) the information remains incomplete, some of it needs to be clarified)
"Mr Lasley, is it? Have you been waiting for long?" A soft sound of documents being flipped through and a slight creak of a chair were the only sounds aside from the two voices.
"No, don't worry about it, Mrs Mironova."
"Well? What do we owe the pleasure of having gentlemen from your organization visit our humble temple of health?"
"Humble?" Lasley chuckled, the voice hoarse and surprised – but not from the question itself, rather his own unexpected reaction to her words. "Oh, please, Bolma-Pharm just barely less impressive than the infamous Umbrella Corporation."
For a long moment, there was a silence, only broken by the soft electrical noise of the voice recorder.
"Factually incorrect, agent. We are a rather humble organization, far from the colossus that Umbrella was." Elizaveta finally spoke, her low voice quiet and slightly amused. "And is the comparison with the corporation-terrorist intentional? Or just a slip of the tongue?"
Another long moment of silence, before a loud creak of the chair and Lasley's cough broke it. "So, Mrs Mironova... Could you, please, tell me about Bolma-Pharm?"
Elizaveta sighs, no doubt composing herself in the chair before continuing, "Bolma-Pharm was previously a research center, founded in 1978 by my late husband and his two schoolmates. As you, perhaps, may or may not know, my husband's sister died to aggressive form of diabetes at the age of 8, unable to receive treatment. This inspired him to start helping families that for one or another reason could not access insulin for their kids. We have various charity programs, which goals are to provide it."
"Bolma covers the expenses completely?"
"Correct."
"Isn't it a bit... Unprofitable?"
A dry chuckle escaped Elizaveta's mouth and Lasley couldn't help but cough awkwardly in his fist.
"Not everything is about profit, agent. Besides, as I said, Bolma-Pharm wasn't created as a commercial project to begin with. We grew bigger, yes, but our main goal has always been a research and care for one's life. It hasn't changed since. Besides, the company earns more than enough to sustain a few charity programs and care centers for terminally ill."
"Do you have any outside sponsorship?"
"Of course we do, mostly private companies. Although, if you would like to access our financial records, you will need something a bit more sustaining than just your desire to do so."
"Of course," the man coughed again. "Tell me, Mrs Mironova, what are the projects Bolma works on now. Granted, I'm not asking for you to spill the confidential information. But maybe just sneak previews of what you found, uh... worthy of your interest."
"Oh." Elizaveta let out another quiet laugh, the sound was lost in a soft rustle of documents on her desk. "I'm afraid, as much as I'm excited to talk about our current projects, it is not on me to discuss them yet – we have partners who also have a say in this. So, for now, you'll just have to be patient and you shall see. Those are very... promising projects. We all have a lot of hope in them."
"...I see. By the way, I was meaning to ask... is this a spider over there?"
"Latrodectus mactans." The woman smiled, although briefly. "Truly fascinating creature... Have you ever heard that their venom could be a cure for dementia?"
"No, I don't think I have... I suppose this is all I wanted to ask then, Mrs Mironova." The chair creaked loudly against the parquet when officer stood up, the soft rustle of clothes and what should've been documents followed soon after. Yet, he didn't seem to hurry and turn the voice recorder off yet.
"Already? You haven't even finished your tea."
"Yes, thank you for your time. No need to escort me."
bro will not be able to rizz his way out of a long ass lecture about the safety precautions when dealing with potentially (anti)virus-containing materials
jokes aside, it's almost like he was cooked either way – with Elpis he lost all his powers and ultimately was killed by Gideon (but to be fair, if anything it was his own mouth that got him killed 😭🫵), and without Elpis he would've just died of Raccoon City Syndrome
there's no win for my princess 😭 (well, unless, of course, The Connections also took precautions and infected him with the Mold that could not be killed by an antiviral + Elpis could still potentially do more good than bad because RCS is obviously a debuff that needed to be gotten rid of)
