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Yeliza is ordering pizza, what does your muse want ??

hands hands hands hands 🫶

My favorite Tudor costumes (28/37):

Elizabeth of York’s blue and silver dress + blue add on sleeves in The White Princess (2017)

If your muse had a sound track who would feature on it? For Yeliza it's Florence And The Machine and Ashnikko and Poppy

Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life.

                          Eyes watching the movement of the other,  she notes the furrowing brow. She understands, akin. they are both a product of  war.     beneath   their   skin,   the   trenches   run   deep,   filled   with   blood   and   mud.  A   potent   brew   at   the   back   of   the   tongue; war   tastes   the   same   no   matter   who   fights   it.   

Sharp inhale, cold wind settles within lungs. Trust doesn't come easy yet something nestled between the others words allows Eliza to relax. Posture softens a little, shoulders lowering. “ hmm ”  a beat, “ okay, good ... but I will ask you something then. If you weren't following the rumours of a monster that resides up here ... then why are you here ?? ”  russian lit drips from her words as she leans back into her seat, curiosity raises a brow towards the other. If the pale blonde wasn't looking for the dormant beast within then what ... Lips  twitch  into  a  smile  ---------  still  unsteady,  still  unsure  ---------  “ look, you're welcome to spend the night. I have supplies. Take what you need but I will need you gone by the morning ” 

whatever they told you ,  it’s a lie .

❝  I'm  getting  so  tired  of  hearing  those  words.  ❞   Mumbled  mostly  to  herself.   Under  her  breath  in  a  thick  accent  that  can  be  recognized  anywhere.   She  used  to  be  more  cautious  about  it.   Better  at  masking  the  accent.         (  she  gave  up  on  that  when  it  became  less  of  a  problem.  )   Pale  blonde  head  turns  to  look  over  her  shoulder  to  @spybiote.   Her  brow  furrowed  ,  as  if  trying  to  read  and  animals  behavior.   Maybe  that  was  what  she  was  doing.         (  maybe  that  was  simply  what  she  had  done  by  default  for  so  long.  )   She's  ready  to  hear  her  out  at  least.   She  of  all  people  would  know  what  that's  like.   ❝  Я  последний  человек,  которого  вам  нужно  в  этом  убеждать.  ❞   It's  not  cruel.   Not  angry.   But  serious.   The  only  mode  she  seemed  to  have  anymore.   There  had  been  a  time  when  that  face  lit  up  bright  as  fresh  winter  snow.   Now  it  only  wore  expressions  of  caution  ,  and  exhaustion.   ❝  We  don't  have  to  talk  about  it.   I  won't  ask  questions.  ❞

even in her human form Yeliza has fangs, nothing you'd notice at first until you're really looking at her and then you'll notice her canines are sharper and slightly longer than yours.

private , indie,  selective  Y E L I Z A V E T A    ‘A P R I L’   O S B O R N ， ＭＡＹＨＥＭ   ｢ the  reason  i tell  that  story  is  that  history  mustn’t  forget  that  i’m  the  bad  guy ｣   of  marvel  comics  earth  982  &&  616. heavily  headcanon  based  with  mcu  influences. ｗｅｂｂｅｄ   ｂｙ   Y A M  ,  mid-20s  ,  she/  they.    Ａ  ＳＴＵＤＹ  ＯＮ:  loss  of  innocent ,  ptsd  &  the  darkness  within  

ＮＳＦＷ  ＆  ＴＲＩＧＧＥＲＩＮＧ content will be present . D N I if you’re a   ＭＩＮＯＲ  ＆  ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬ ＢＬＯＧＳ.    ｢ i  spent  most  of  my  life  in  a  test  tube  don’t  talk  to  me  about  what’s  not  fair   ｣      following  spider-girl the end  2011,  spider-girl  2009  and  the  edge  of  spider  verse  2018  with  ＨＥＡＶＹ ＩＮＦＬＵＥＮＣＥＳ  from  the  amazing  spider-girl  series.  

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THE AIR IS THICK FROM THE HEAT AND FUEL; Eliza moved through the crowded market with purpose, boots barely making a sound on the dust covered street. Her target was close — she could feel the shift in the air.

Then came the unmistakable sound of a familiar voice, loud and irritating, cutting through the noise of the market. Eliza turned, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Quill. Perhaps losing a haggle with a vendor or bothering some poor soul with his star. lord stories the thought caused her to lose sight of her target. Lips pressed into a thin line as she pocketed her weapon once more. Features harden. Exhaling sharply, annoyance creeping into her tone. ❛ Quill. What the hell are you doing here ?? ❜

4 more hours and then i am on holiday !!!