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“The Punisher” on Ao3
Black Lagoon (Anime&Manga)
Volume I. Lost Red Velvet (Ch. 1-?)
“Fames” on Ao3
Castlevania (Cartoon 2017-2021)
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“bigger, better, stronger!” President Balalaika
“The Punisher”
Chapter 38: The Shadow of the White Tower
White gloves covered her hands. Immaculate.
Her hands moved with such skill that it was no wonder the gloves did not interfere with her playing. On the contrary, it seemed as though the violin obeyed them precisely because those hands refused to touch the world with bare skin. Sofiya looked closer. Something inside her tightened.
It was her.
Their eyes met.
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Black Lagoon | Balalaika/Chief Kim (oc)
“The Punisher”
Chapter 37: The Raven’s Other Side
“You came here five minutes ago, Miss Vladilena.”
“Four.”
“And you are already drawing conclusions?”
“Yes. Would you like me to wait another hour so your mistakes can become more intimate to me? I counted my cigarettes. I have just enough for that.”
“I thought we were doing logistics tonight.”
“We are.”
“In a strip club?”
“Money doesn’t always wear a tie. Sometimes it adores bikinis.”
“Bring her to you? To the White Tower?”
Hyera ran her fingers over the lid of the case.
“Yes… Just do not tell her right away that I am going to lock that little bitch in my office, and that she will not leave until the end of the week.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60001486/chapters/228329336
“The Punisher”
Chapter 36: Codename “Vladilena”
“Seriously… What is wrong with all of you? Is Chief Kim the Virgin Mary? Some kind of cult? A little more of this and I’ll start expecting someone to hang an icon of her.”
“The Virgin Mary?”
“What else am I supposed to call it? The moment her name comes up, every man in the Hotel starts looking as if he has remembered his own salvation. I wouldn’t be surprised if this city is where the cult began.”
“No.” He shook his head and leaned a little closer. “Mary doesn’t fit here.”
“If we’re looking for a biblical comparison…” His lips twitched with the dangerous shadow of a smile. “Chief Kim is closer to Lilith.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60001486/chapters/227057671
Balalaika x OC (Black Lagoon)
“The Punisher”
Chapter 35: Soldiers Alone. Wild People Scare You
He believed Sofiya Pavlovna was the embodiment of the word courage. But she assured him that, in order to understand the meaning of that word correctly, he ought to look at his own reflection.
And yet, perhaps the Captain’s voice would never have allowed him to remain lonely. For a person who had spent too long returning to the dead, that was already something like salvation.
Sofiya Pavlovna… She was something like salvation.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60001486/chapters/223292326#workskin
“The Punisher”
Chapter 34: While Winter Holds Me by the Throat
For one day, I know, you will come for my soul. And my soul will be darker than the longest night upon this sinful earth.
My friend, my fate, my comrade. Look at me and tell me, do you see death itself in my eyes? Tell me which road I am meant to take. I see trees collapsing, forests burning, animals crying out in pain before they die. And you, my fate? Did you walk that same road just to find me?
Tell me, are we haunted by the same demons?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60001486/chapters/222061756
“The Punisher”
Chapter 33: Strong Women Have a Bright Future
“Businesswomen rarely carry artillery discipline within them,” Pyotr narrowed his eyes for a moment, recalling something or someone. “You will be glad to meet her, Balalaika. I hope Sasha keeps his promise to arrange a personal meeting with Chief Kim. A woman speaking to a woman always works better, even when there are dozens of armed men standing behind them. How I have lived to see these years… it is beautifully insane. Do you still need time to think, my Balalaika?”
Despite everything, a smile appeared on her lips.
“Afraid I will say no, boss?”
Pyotr did not answer immediately. He did not push, not because he did not want to, but because he understood that she would only agree when she recognized her own interest.
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Please please please draw Roberta or Eda some day i beg youu gorgeous lady
btw i've already thought about that!!
do u only draw balalika or do u also draw my girl revy?
i also plan to draw her in the future
pretty bad for an angel
Balalaika ‘ body language
Come to Brazil!
Black Lagoon // Balalaika x OC
Chapter 32: Not You, Not Me, But Us
“Do not mistake confidence for submission,” she said. “I am not your property. Golden Eagle.”
Slavenin smiled again, more openly now. Her defiance, combined with her flawless execution of every task he set before her. Her steel will, her need to prove her worth to herself. Her hunger for revenge, the pleasure she took on the battlefield while breaking someone at his command. He adored all of it in his Balalaika.
“You have become dangerous, Balalaika,” he said, almost tenderly. “I like that.”
He stood very close now, facing her. In that moment he felt the cold.
Metal pressed into his abdomen through the fabric of his blue jacket. Balalaika moved quickly but without flourish. She did not waste gestures. The gun was an extension of her arm, as natural as breathing. Heavy, slightly worn, carrying that distinct cold weight no other weapon could imitate. The same gun.
The shot from this gun once before had torn apart not only a body but the entire chronology of what followed.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60001486/chapters/210680011
Happy Valentine's Day, Chief.
Balalaika / OC