Melina Vostokoff

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[yocalio]

THE MUMMY RETURNS (2001)  Rachel Weisz as Evelyn O’Connell (Carnahan)

[widowsfcrged]

orphanedshadow​:

“No.” Even if she had been one to speak before, centuries of imprisonment had given her little reason to force herself to practice. Besides, why make a sound, when silence had already proven to be all the more unsettling.

The human was not the only one watching, searching for any signs of weakness. Kara did not have any desire to be imprisoned again, and she would do her best to destroy any who sought to contain her.

“Yes.” Even though the woman was not doing anything threatening Kara was cautious, and why wouldn’t she be. She was stuck in a cell, surrounded by crude replicas of the runes that had once bound her. It would take a while to gain enough strength to break out…though a meal would definitely go a long way.

Not that she had starved during the fight, her shadows had recovered every drop of her blood, and a fair bit of the soldiers’, but it was nowhere near enough, not after she had taken so much damage and been starved for so long.

This human seemed more clever than the soldiers that had come to hunt her, enough so that she should probably take care to reveal as little as possible. Still, this situation could be turned to her advantage, especially if she feigned weakness and starvation. Let them underestimate her, then she could kill them all.

“Both,” hopefully they would take that as a sign that she should be fed, especially when she focused on slowing her healing with every wound. Couldn’t they see, she was weakened and starving, and they should feed her…or lower their guard.

          “I’ll see what I can arrange.  Simply the heart, or shall I have them bring in the entirety of those that are not otherwise salvageable for my purposes?”  There was much to learn, and she did not wish to frighten the child entity any more than it had already been disturbed so -- for now, she would cater to it, give it what it wished, so long as it did not conflict with her own interests.  So far as she knew, everything in the universe required some form of energy for sustenance and survival.  It wouldn’t do to have the entity waste away because she deprived it ... though if the state of the caverns that the entity had been recovered from where any sign, she actually needed very little at all in the way of nourishment. 

     “We’re all a little happier when we’ve got a full belly, hm?”  A small, slightly amused smile.   “My name is Melina.  You can call me Mel, if you like.  And what is your name, little one?”  She set aside the files she had been perusing, stepping forward with her hands raised to show that they were empty, carefully approaching to crouch down and retrieve the fragments of metal and bullets that had been discharged from the entity’s flesh.   “Are you hurt, still?  Is there anything I can be of assistance with?”

[absoluterpmemetrash]

below are #117 lyrics taken from various demos and eps by the band Evanescence. feel free to change pronouns as necessary.

I’m sure it’s getting darker.

Don’t close your eyes. Don’t make a sound.

You hold the answer deep within your own mind.

Say you’re here and it’s all over now.

No one’s here and I fall into myself.

This truth drives me into madness.

I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away.

Don’t give into the pain.

Never sleep, never die.

I’m frightened by what I see, but somehow I know that there’s much more to come.

She beckons me, shall I give in?

Upon my end, shall I begin?

Forsaking all I’ve fallen for I rise to meet the end.

Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming.

I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me.

I linger in the doorway of alarm clocks screaming, monsters calling my name.

Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me.

If you need to leave the world you live in, lay your head down and stay a while.

Something waits for you to breathe again.

Keep reading

[acourtcfmuses]

@widowsfcrged​ asked: “is there somewhere else you’d rather be?” Melina to Alexei

A disgruntled look at all that was given back to Melina. The girls had just been put down to bed, “This mission is a little boring. I miss the days where I was rushing into danger suited up.” Don’t get him wrong, he enjoyed his time with Melina and the girls, but the mundane day to day life was just tedious. “I could do more if Dreykov let me suit up. No one would know it’s me.” if he could balance his Red Guardian with the family duties, he’d definitely be more content.

[acourtcfmuses]

@widowsfcrged​ asked: ❝  I  told  you  once,  and  I’ll  tell  you  again,  I  am  not  your  enemy.  ❞ For Nat from Melina

Natasha looked to the woman that was the only mother figure she’d ever known. Perhaps Melina was right, maybe she wasn’t her enemy, but it was hard these days to know who was and who wasn’t. “You didn’t even tell us you were alive Melina. I want to trust what you say, but I don’t know if it can, it’s just how it works. Alexei told us you’re close to Dreykov.”

[acourtcfmuses]

@widowsfcrged​ asked: “ You won’t even look at me. ” for Yelena from Melina

“What do you want from me? You just showed us that the pig you controlled. You created the chemical subjugation. I am an extension of that pig. Do you have more called Yelena and Natasha too?” The woman she had looked up too all these year, the woman who was her safe space in her head.- she was responsible for being trapped inside her own head. She was still unsure what was her and what was the control.

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deathfound​:

          “I can tell you that it works wonders on hangovers.”  she replied with a small smirk. Cassie had to once again remind herself not to pull on her restraints; she had already done that, a lot, and it was obviously pointless. Since being brought here they had been very careful not to let her have access to her hands, and anyone around her was carefully covered up  - obviously to avoid her touch. She had killed the first of their people who grabbed her, but everyone after had been prepared.

          The smirk fell into what was almost a sneer as she rolled her neck, restless and antsy, with nowhere to go.  “As far was limitations…”  she shrugged, movements a bit stiff, and made a noncommittal hum, as if to say I don’t know.

         “Mm.”  The faintest acknowledgement of the young woman’s first words. She seemed neither annoyed nor amused by the approach that Cassie had chosen.  It was rather common.  Humor and sarcasm as a defense mechanism against fear.  “I promise you that this will go much easier for you if you answer what questions you can for me, now.”  She glanced up from the clipboard that held the hasty reports currently available from the woman’s capture.  “If we must find the answers on our own I’m afraid it could get quite ...”  Lips pursed as she weighed her words.  “Uncomfortable for you.”

[widowsfcrged]

acourtcfmuses​:

“I am fine, I have had worse.” Of course he knew that would mean little to Melina, so he sat nonetheless and looked to the dark haired widow. “You are hurt worse than I you know. I will not make a good doctor though.” he knew nothing about patching someone up. He was better at causing injuries than healing them. “I am proud of you and our girls.”

            They had both ‘had worse’.  They had both been younger then and in more of a ... prime fighting shape.   Despite the enhancements they both had from the various concoctions and treatments and serums dealt out by the Red Room and Mother Russia over the many years, they had received just as much, if not more punishment, and it was -- even if she did not like to admit it -- beginning to show.  It had not, of yet, proven dangerously so, she liked to think that both of them had handled this latest escapade well enough.  But it most certainly could have gone better.  “I’ll be fine.  Come, show me,” she directed, gesturing for him to strip down out of the suit to the point that she could deal with what cuts and bruises he had gained, and could only hope that they were minimal.    She doesn’t remark on his last words for a long moment, busying herself with setting out supplies and checking quantities and expiration dates.  It had been some time since she had set up this safe house. 

          “It was ... nice.”  Her voice was crafted to be casual, nonchalant, almost dismissive.  She’d spent so long repressing her thoughts and emotions regarding their so called family, it was difficult to consider shifting gears now.  “To see them both again.”

[widowsfcrged]

orphanedshadow​:

Once they had realized that lethal blows merely put her down for a little while the humans had abandoned all attempts at subduing her like they would a human. Her vessel ached, and a few bullets were still lodged in places she cared not think about.

One such bullet was finally wiggling to the surface, and a small cut accompanied by squeezing the skin on either side allowed it to slide free, leaving only a tiny scar in its wake.

With that out of the way she turned her attention to the stranger, the tears in her “clothing” mending as the shadows knit them back together. Kara did her best to seem unafraid, though she could not help the small tremble of her hands as she wrote, shadows lingering on the wall behind her finger. “Hungry. Want his heart.” Those words at least were easy enough, though she still hadn’t worked out the full language yet, not well enough to write it.

     It wasn’t uncommon for her to be in a situation where she had little info to work with.  It was one of her specialties, absorbing details and data and formulating a plan, the best way to deal with whatever problem she had been presented with.

     This was something above and beyond that.  The damage that had been done to the soldiers sent to apprehend this ‘child’ had been phenomenal.  She was itching to get her hands on the reports, to see the injuries for herself.  For now, however, it was her job to somehow find a way to keep the entity from causing further harm to the agents here.   

     They were in all new territory.   She observed, casually, the discharge of the bullet, the practically instant healing.   Fascinating.   And whatever it was that the girl’s ‘clothing’ was made of seemed to be of similar make.  An illusion?  An extension of self?  The smallest flicker of something that was almost a smile.  A dark appreciation of the sentiment in the words that appeared in shadows across the wall beside them.  “Do you speak?”  There was no judgment in the question, merely curiosity.

          “And -- do you mean that literally?”  A point of clarification, nothing more.   There were several of the soldiers that had been injured grievously or killed outright.  It wasn’t as if their remains would be of use to anyone else.  Did it count as cannibalism -- somehow she doubted it, given that the child had not bled a single drop of actual blood in the encounter, at least from what she had been told.   “For nourishment?  Or retribution?”

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@angrylittlewidow​ continued from [x]

“Then maybe we should stop pretending.. Nat’s gone we are not family.. BUCKY is my family now. I think I shouldn’t come back anymore.”

  Yelena’s words stung.  Only those that knew her best might’ve noticed the split second of tension that the words brought as she continued to flip through the pages of the school yearbook that she’d been perusing in an attempt to find one of the faded photographs to show.   “Natasha was only one piece of our family, Yelena.”  Yelena, Natasha, Alexei - they had been so much more than just a cover, but she had not been allowed to let those feelings fester.  When she’d stirred from unconsciousness in the hospital bed in Moscow, they’d all been gone.  Taken away in the dead of night while she fought to stay alive.  

[widowsfcrged]

OPEN.

              ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜

[widowsfcrged]

OPEN.

                ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜

[weusedtobegiants]

Her suffering was her armour. Gradually it became her skin. Then she could not take it off.

Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal

[dearlybelovad]

   ❝ you want a drink? ❞

@widowsfcrged​ liked for a thing

[widowsfcrged]

            “Whatever you have is fine, yes,” Melina replied.  Yelena hadn’t specified whether the options were tap water to vodka, but in the end it didn’t really matter.  Melina wasn’t there for the beverages.    She stood, hands tucked into her jacket pockets, gaze wandering around the apartment, taking in the small things.  The magazines, the art on the wall, the obligatory weapons stashed in easy access hidey holes.   “Is this where you stay now, for good, or is this just temporary?”  As much as any place, for them, could ever be permanent.

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wanderingguest​:

Despite the pain that lanced through her side, Anna did as she was told. For now, anyway. Let them do their worst, she had always survived, always would. “Ah, yes, make sure the worst of the wounds are tended so they can make more, right?” Carefully, she climbed onto the table, wiped blood from her chin. “This won’t end the way any of you want it to.”

              No one had ever accused this subject of stupidity.  Still, Melina’s expression remained neutral, only the smallest of polite smiles given towards Anna at her remarks.   “I can assure you, I have no vested interest in how this ends, one way or the other.”  It was the truth, for the most part.  Anna was not one of them.  She might be, in time, but even if she did become a Widow, even if she did succumb to the efforts made to break her down and find the parts on the inside that Dreykov wanted, she would be just another number.  Just another file.  Like they all were.   “As for my superiors, I could not tell you what they expect from this, but in my experience, they do tend to get what they want.”

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wanderingguest​:

“Do you think I fear you, матушка?” Oh, they could kill her. That nasty little device in her neck made that clear enough. But, one day, she would be powerful enough to stop even that. Or, she would be dead. Either way? Jade would win. “What will you do? Hurt me? Torture me? Kill me?” Laughter bubbled up, dark, angry. “Do it. Do it.”

  The faintest smile, at Jade’s first query, at the venom that dripped from every syllable, the manic and deadly gleam in that shimmering green gaze.   “I would not deign to think such a thing, маленький,” she assured.   “You fear nothing, yes?”  Certainly not death, not pain.  But there was always something.   She ignored the garish laughter, the defiant challenge.  A hand rose, patiently, gesturing to the reclining chair that was attached to the machinery that would run the next round of scans on the woman’s brain and body.   “If you would be so kind.”