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[roskaya]

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎,  𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚢.

616 BASED YELENA BELOVA  ,  no mcu influence will be found here. written by maxi.  she/they.  25/est.  please do not follow this blog unless you are 20+.

my inspiration for yelena comes from her earlier comic appearances. therefore, there will be no mention of her being a super-adaptoid  /  the white widow  /  or being a natalia/red room clone.

I WILL NOT FOLLOW ANY BLOGS THAT ARE HYDRA BASED. if you fail to lack the acknowledgement of hydra’s past and what they mean and stand for even in present day, you do not belong on this blog.

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[realhawkeye]

THIS LOOKS BAD …. super bad.

kate bishop the better hawkeye  /  616 based  /  written by maxi.

[userjinxs]

“… And Yelena goes back to Moscow, back to the Red Room. Maybe now she knows it’s not a game. Maybe she’s grown up.”

BLACK WIDOW (2001) #3

[roskaya]

@omoon​  /   “just make sure you’ve eaten.”

     she’s a sweet thing, isn’t she? doesn’t blister at the edges like her father. yelena manages a sweet little smile at the concern that seems to travel through luna’s words. a hand pats against the girl’s shoulder.  “ i assure you i am fine, sladkiy. ”  she removes her hand, though the smile remains.  “ have you eaten? ”

[roskaya]

@chernayavidua​  /  liked.

     she leans back a bit in her chair a bit. it squeaks slightly beneath her and she scoffs at the sound. she’s quick to lull her head towards the side, staring down the redhead who seems quite busy with her own thing. she waits and she waits until no attention comes. so her mouth opens.  “ eto kropotlivo. ”  she complains.  “ i am bored. are you finished yet? ”

[roskaya]

BLOGROLL.

QUICKSLVER  --  pietro maximoff. 616 based. high activity / main blog. REALHAWKEYE  --  kate bishop. 616 based. low activity / secondary blog. ROSKAYA  --  yelena belova. 616 based. low activity / secondary blog.

[roskaya]

do not follow me if you write a whitewashed maximoff.

[roskaya]

there’s a moment where natasha gets asked about why yelena constantly calls her natalia and her answer of “it makes her feel less alone” really just ... gets me good each time. 

yelena spent years comparing herself to natalia’s standards. she spent most of her life being compared to her and nearly idolizing her until she realized that she could be better than her. natasha leaving behind everything a joining the avengers -- becoming more american rather than staying true to her home -- yelena sees this as traitorous. honestly its sort of drilled into her head to think as such. for a long time she punishes herself for not being better than natasha but eventually she learns that there is more to being a widow than setting standards for herself. 

but, when she herself finally finds her own way through life, yelena suddenly realizes how lonely she is. all her life was spent trying to be better than natasha. trying to replace her. even when the two finally come onto better terms and stop being each other’s foe ... yelena has to constantly convince herself that natasha is still just like her. natasha is still russian / is still a victim of the red room / is still a spy. 

natalia will never be natasha. she refuses to use the name. it feels sour in her mouth.  

[roskaya]

@warwraiith​  /  liked.

     her head knocks back and she holds it there for a moment. it almost looks as though she’s dazed. but, she’s quick to look at bucky with a smile -- a shit eating grin more like -- and she fixes her stance.  “ please, ”  she nearly has to force back the laugh that sticks caught in her throat.  “ tell me that is not best you can do. ”

[roskaya]

@deadliestspy​  /  liked.

     her lips thin as irritation seems to settle across her features. eyes narrow ever so slightly.  “ natalia. ”  she speaks up and it is abrupt. there is no calmness to the word. her attitude pushes forward. it almost sounds scolding in nature.  “ continue tapping your nails against the table and i break your fingers. ”

[roskaya]

@purplequvr​   /    what do you do when a lemon is injured? give it lemon-'aid'

       she is unimpressed. not even the crinkle of a smile washes over her features. she stands there looking at clint and blinks one. twice. three times before she sighs.  “ lemons cannot be injured. ”  she knows it is merely a joke but she cannot give him the satisfaction.  “ unless you know something that i don’t, barton. ”

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

"can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

[frankpritch]

𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽  //  prompts from bo burnham’s netflix special: INSIDE.

“ there isn’t much more to say about it. ”

“ you’ll do any old shit to get out of it. ”

“ well, well, look who’s inside again. ”

“ well, well, buddy you found it. ”

“ tonight i’m thinking of taking it slow. ”

“ in my head i’m in your bed and getting through to you. ”

“ the coffee is free, just like me. ”

“ um, what the fuck is going on? ”

“ it’s like everything happen all at once. ”

“ the more i look around the more is see nothing to joke about. ”

“ should i be joking at a time like this? ”

“ i want to leave this world better than i found it. ”

“ the world is so fucked up. ”

“ maybe i should just shut the fuck up. ”

“ i don’t wanna do that. ”

“ interesting. now leave me alone. ”

“ sorry that i look like a mess. ”

“ it’s a beautiful day to stay inside. ”

“ don’t you know? the world is built with blood. ”

“ that’s pretty intense. ”

“ my bed is empty and i’m getting cold. ”

“ i used to wake up with a smile. ”

“ are you tired of it? never mind i don’t want to know. ”

“ i’m asking but don’t answer because i don’t want to know. ”

“ do i have your attention? ”

“ are you feeling what i’m feeling? ”

“ well, i feel like shit. ”

“ there’s no need to panic. ”

“ apathy’s a tragedy and boredom is a crime. ”

“ there it is again, that funny feeling. ”

“ hey, what can you say? we were overdue. ”

“ but it’ll be over soon. you wait. ”

“ get your fucking hands up. ”

“ are you feeling nervous? are you having fun? ”

“ it’s almost over. it’s just begun. ”

“ don’t overthink this. ”

“ look in my eye. don’t be scared. don’t shy. ”

“ you say the whole world’s ending, honey it already did. ”

“ you can’t slow it, heaven knows you already tried. ”

“ got it? good. now get inside. ”

“ i’m talking to you, get the fuck up. ”

“ i’ll see you when i see you. ”

“ so this is how it ends. ”

“ am i going crazy? would i even know? ”

“ you’re really joking at a time like this? ”

“ it’ll stop any day now. ”

[valtsv]

im keeping the assassins you sent to kill me. theyre mine now.

[roskaya]

buckytm​

HE  KNOWS  THE  GAME,  that  she’s  stalking  him  from  the  corner  like  a  cat  about  to  pounce.    claws  extended.    he’s  the  mouse,  sitting,  vulnerable  while  she  bats  him  about.    the  uneasy  sense  of  knowing  that  both  eyes  settle  on  the  nape  of  his  neck  turns  him  toward  her.    

the  comment  about  natalia  hits  him  right  through  the  chest,  sharp,  so  casual  the  way  it  goes  in  between  his  ribs.    

❛    —-  no  need  to  TOY  with  me,  yelena.  ❜    he  folds  his  arms,  clasping  an  elbow  close.    the  only  way  to  bite  back  is  to  join  in.    ❛    if  you’re  angling  for  a  dinner  date,  all  you  have  to  do  is  ask.  ❜  

      “ someone thinks highly of themselves. ”  a brow quirks up at his comment but the smile that sits at just one corner of her mouth is telling. natalia. natalia. the name reminds her that there is still a part of natasha -- at her deepest core -- that belongs to russia. makes her feel less alone. she’ll never admit it. not aloud, perhaps not even to herself.  “ oh, but i love to toy. ”  her smile completes, as friendly as she tries to look there is only the indication that she wants a reaction out of him. she’s being obvious on purpose.  “ it is my favorite hobby. ”

[roskaya]

@wingedshield​  /  liked.

      “ you super hero types are all the same. ”  she leans forward, giving sam a hardened look as she watches his features.  “ pompous. ”  there’s a trickle of a laugh that drips from the word. something that does not match the look given.  “ especially with all those colors. yarkiy. you blind me almost. ”  she shields her eyes in a dramatic effect.  “ do us all favor. get some fashion advice. ”

[roskaya]

@purplequvr​  /  liked. 

     she’s squatting down to lucky’s level. her hands take the pup’s face and she uses her nails to give a good scratch behind the ears. she can tell by the way lucky’s tongue lull’s out the side of his mouth that this is quite adequate for him. yelena’s smile is soft.  “ hello, barton. ”  the dog will always be greeted first.  “ very happy to see at least one avenger has taste in companions. ”  she likes natalia’s cat for the most part -- but she’s definitely a dog person. she coos at the dog a bit.  “ kto khoroshaya sobaka? the answer is you. ”