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indie, selective, multi-ship multi-verse illya kuryakin. 2015 movie based with influences from the tv show. canon divergence will apply. crossover and oc friendly. please read pages before interaction / following. mun and muse 18+ loved by rook. est. nov. 2018.

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// I’m most likely going to be moving Illya to my multi because I’m finding single muse blogs too hard to handle when I have so many blogs.

I have to add him to my muse page in a bit or after I wake up. Here’s the blog.

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// I’m most likely going to be moving Illya to my multi because I’m finding single muse blogs too hard to handle when I have so many blogs.

I have to add him to my muse page in a bit or after I wake up. Here’s the blog.

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NAPOLEON. (ofmusingsxandmayhem‌)

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As Illya began to explain a shortened version of what had happened, Napoleon’s stomach sank. It was true, Illya had come to his rescue once before when Rudi had his way with him, but back then they had only just been barely acquaintances… There were no- no feelings involved for Napoleon. But now, with everything that he had begun to feel for the other man, it changed things. 

“I’ll try my best next time to not get myself into so much trouble, despite the fact that I seem to attract it.” he replied, injecting his voice with a slightly upbeat tone. But then his face fell somewhat as he looked over to Illya, licking his dried lips before opening his mouth again. “Thank you… For saving my life. You know I would have done the same for you.”

     ❝As hard as you may try, I have a feeling that it won’t be so easy for you. Like you said; you attract trouble wherever you go.❞ Shifting his position, his gaze was set on the other man for brief moments as his thoughts wandered, something that didn’t happen frequently as he was trained to keep his mind on the task at hand -- not that he had one at the moment. 

     Recently Illya had been dealing with feelings for Napoleon, ones that were more in romantic nature than which was a huge flip from how he felt from when he first met the American. Trying to repress the feelings had only worked for a short while with it soon becoming harder and harder to bear causing guilt to form in his brain. ❝I know that fact and I appreciate it.❞ It’s all Illya says, unsure of where to take the conversation, he’s never been good at that and it’s not like he’s not known for being a man of many words.

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//as soon as i get motivated to come back to tumblr it fucks itself up and i can’t access a bunch of peoples blogs. okay

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// I’ll hopefully be getting back to this blog soon. I was pretty much out of commission due to migraines for over a week

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[altries]

Prompt: Illya trying a pick-up line on Napoleon and it goes horribly wrong (much to Gaby's amusement).

@purplepatchwork for your joy also //GIMMEDRABBLEPLEASE*clings leg*//Gaby does not need to go watch any comedy as she has it for free 24/7

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[brienneofthrace]

Incorrect TMFU Quotes: Because I fully support the idea of Gaby stepping in to help these idiots along.

[jasonvtodd]

The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015) dir. Guy Ritchie

↳ happy birthday @haljordon ` ♡ ©

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NAPOLEON. (ofmusingsxandmayhem‌)

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Hearing the response that he got, hearing that nickname, made Napoleon smile. “But you won’t.” he replied, teasing slightly as he let out a long and steady breath. He spotted the shadow of what could have been a smile, but of course, in true Kuryakin fashion, it disappeared in the blink of an eye. 

“I dread to ask how long that’s been…” Napoleon wasn’t sure he wanted to know how long he had been lying in this bed, but he figured he should find out at some point. “Feeling? If I’m honest… like I was hit by a freight train. Wait-” He paused for a moment, glancing over at Illya with slightly widened eyes. “-please tell me that isn’t what happened…”

     ❝Consider your self lucky this time.❞ 

     ❝What isn’t so lucky is that you were being tortured -- which seems to be a reoccurring thing that I have to save you from.❞ It was said in jest, to try to lighten the mood and hide any feelings of worry that may show in the Russian’s voice. ❝Unfortunately I didn’t get there in time before they started to do their worst.❞

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cont. // @ofmusingsxandmayhem

     A comforting feeling of relief went through Illya’s body when Napoleon opened his eyes. He was beginning to think the other man was never going to open his eyes again either from the medication or the more darker, unwanted possibility. 

     ❝I could say the same for you, cowboy.❞ One of the corners of his mouth twitched up into a brief smirk before his expression went back to that cold unnerving one that he was known for. Despite how much he appeared to hate Napoleon on the outside, he cared deeply on the inside something that was difficult for him to show let alone admit the fact. ❝I’ve been here the entire time you’ve been hospitalized. How are you feeling?❞ 

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cultkiid‌

   “I’m backpacking,” she lies, as though she was offended by such a comment. “…Yknow. Like across the country. Don’t got nothin’ on me but my clothes ‘n American Spirits.” She tips back the can and lets the frothy liquid fill her mouth. She lets out a satisfactory sigh and wipes her mouth with the back of her tattered sleeve. “I’m tryna get to Vincent Grove by morning. It’s a town allllll the way east. Cute place.” That wasn’t a lie. Roxanne’s current goal was to get to Vincent Grove where she would meet with an acquaintance. This acquaintance would hopefully acquire her some fake documents so she could start her new life—free of the cult, free of the institute, free of her past. She cocks back her arm and throws the empty beer can to the parking lot. It bounces once and rolls under a burnt red Chevy truck. “You ever visit there? Got the best sea salt ice cream. Apparently.” I could go for some ice cream.

     ❝Perhaps you should have packed more shoes.❞ Its said with a smirk, one that is quickly obscured by the can of alcohol. He’s finding that he’s taking a liking to her the more she talks and that’s saying something since one, they’ve barely had time to talk and two, he’s more of a lone wolf.

     His thumb ran over the rim of the can as he continued to listen to her speak. ❝I can’t say I have. If your method of travel is on foot then it’s doubtful that you’ll make it by morning, no offense.❞

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napoleon + his cowboy apron

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“Is there a reason you’ve been following me for an hour?”

MEME // @fragdoll

     he thought that his cover had been going well. he had been being as stealthy as possible and yet she still had noticed. maybe it was appearing at places she had been that had given it away. it didn’t matter much however, as he was going to have to speak with her regardless.v❝yes, there is a very good reason, but it can’t be discussed here.❞ 

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the man from u.n.c.l.e + iconic moments