#xchenkov

[chaxswalking]

xchenkov

A small smile tugged her lips as she looked down at her ringed fingers. She wasn’t surprised by how often she was asked whether or not she was Russian by her accent . . . with her country’s proximity to the nation, some people considered themselves to be anyway, && Sokovia was so small it couldn’t be found on a map . . . much like Luxembourg. ❝ No, I am not Russian. Sokovian, actually. ❞

[apathtoredemption-blog]

he is a mosaic of battered bones and fiery demons.

she is a puzzle of painted lies and whispered nightmares.

their seams are poorly sewn. patchwork catastrophes. barely holding and ugly to bear.

their scars mark skin. their sins dye souls.

they are pollution. poison. razor blades and agony. tequila miasma and lust.

but they were made to swallow the pain. they were made to patch wounds.

they are a disaster. a beautiful disaster.

xchenkov

[alsahcr-blog]

        The unexpected move caught him off guard, and that was no easy task, he was usually quite aware of his surroundings but she had been trained by some of the best similar to himself. He would give her cudos where it was due because she certainly bested him in that moment. His body collided with the ground but he was rather quick in regaining himself and removing the mask from his features as the slightest hint of a grin traced his features and he looked up upon the woman who had managed to toss him into the ground while catching him off his guard. 

                        ‘ Is this because I tried to kill you once? ‘

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[sardonicbeauty]

♙ - date night♚ - casual / everyday♛ - formal outfit

                                      Outfit Headcanons

♙ - date night 

most likely something chanel; some form of a decorative typepencil skirt with a matching sweater to emphasize the dominant color. six inchstiletto pumps and a purse to match; shoes and purse always match. noexceptions. hair done simply, usually straightened. 

♚ - casual / everyday 

depending on her mood primarily, though usually seen inpastels when not in fangtasia attire. baby blues, lavender and pink. somethingtight but decorative with cute belts around the waist or at least some form ofshine albeit jewelry or accessory. 

♛ - formal outfit 

she prefers alexander mcqueen whenwanting to be extravagant; for formal events especially she enjoys to stand outamongst the crowd in something lavish. in all honesty it depends on the formalevent. she also likes to shine; sequins when done correctly or sparklesdepending on the style and placement of the dress. 

[apathtoredemption-blog]

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meme || xchenkov

He’s died before. He remembers the cold, the blackness, the mind-numbing terror that gripped him. He remembers the realization that his end was nigh, and that he would leave this world alone. He remembers the consuming despair, the anger, the grief. He remembers the pride, that his sacrifice might have made a difference, the acceptance that he would be forgotten with time, the grim solemnity as his eyes closed for what he had assumed would be eternity.

But he also remembers the value of his death being robbed when the Soviets denied him his mortality. This was nothing like that.

This was dying on his own terms, and no one, no one, not even the EMTs Evelyn was frantically shouting for, could take that from him.

The bullet had passed right through him. He’d taken it for her, had shoved her to the ground right before the sniper squeezed the trigger. He is a creature of sacrifice, always willing to give up his own life, if it means someone he loves might live to fight another battle.

It’s funny how history has a tendency to repeat itself.

For now, he coughs a spray of crimson, and it stains her sleeve as she gathers him into her lap, the heel of her palm pressed firmly to the gushing wound. It’s futile, he tries to tell her that, but she doesn’t listen, she damns him to the ninth circle of Hell and tries to convince him she wasn’t worth it.

A gore smeared hand rises to brush hair away from her eyes, he knows she hates such soft sentimentality, but he’ll be dead soon, so he risks it, “Shut up.” His voice comes out weaker, and shakier, than he intended, and he clears a globule of blood from his throat, trying not to asphyxiate, “I love you, okay. I waited too long to say so….but fuck it. I’m dead anyways.”

He doesn’t laugh, but he offers a horribly self-satisfied smirk, and his eyes flutter shut as he sputters to draw in a breath. Bucky doesn’t fight the tug, he eases into the blackness. Fuck it.

[thephoenixrachelsummers]

"What are you doing here? You should be in bed."

Rachel had been in bed all morning, once the novelty of staying out of classes had worn off she had gotten bored easily. Not like she wanted to exercise or anything but she had wanted to move. "I just wanted to get some juice." She said showing Evelyn the carton of orange juice.