Consider Yel Calling Your Muse A Good Boy/girl

hello everyone !! it's been so nice to be welcomed back so. warmly. While I work on updating Eliza's blog here are just some key points for now:

Origins & Backstory

Created in Soviet labs underground Russia during the 1980s as part of a KGB experiment.

Infused with a symbiote organism, she is a symbiote-hybrid.

Originally trained and used as a spy and assassin for the Soviet Union.

Accidentally triggered a symbiote apocalypse during her teenage years, leading to the collapse of her original world.

During the apocalypse, she fell in love with her worlds Bucky Barnes, and the two had a daughter together.

Bucky and their daughter eventually died during a raid.

Over 90 years of survival, she engineered a dimension-hopping device to escape her ruined reality.

Abilities:

Shapeshifting thanks to her symbiote Eliza can alter appearance, form weapons, mimic others.

Bulletproof and stab-proof — her symbiote forms a protective armour layer.

Skilled marksmanship - prefers to use guns over her symbiote

Possesses enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, and endurance.

Can regenerate from injuries at an accelerated rate.

Does not age like a normal human, giving her near-immortality.

Current Mission

Uses her gadget to travel between universes, hunting down symbiote experiments the government has hidden.

Her goal is to eliminate threats before another apocalypse can begin in another reality.

Often works alone, operating in the shadows, sometimes collaborating when a mission demands it.

Yelizaveta 100% collects those god-awful ugly ceramic cat figurines.

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Yelizaveta && Bucky Barnes' daughter.

Mila Barnes was born in the middle of the apocalypse. Born from an unlikely relationship between Bucky Barnes and Yelizaveta Osborn. She was everything. Yeliza’s whole reason for breathing. Mila had her dad’s soft, blue eyes and her mom’s stubborn jaw, already a little sparkplug before she could even walk. Funny, bossy, so sure of herself. In ways Yeliza admired. Even when everything around them was falling apart, Mila made it feel like maybe — maybe — they could survive it.

But the world didn’t care.

Mila was only five years old when it all finally came crashing down. The symbiote war got worse, the raids more brutal. One night, another camp came for them — and when it was over, Bucky and Mila were gone. Just like that. Yeliza was left behind, with nothing but blood on her hands and a grief she has never gotten past. She doesn't want too.

yeliza is 120 years old please stop asking her if she has rizz

A KISS TO THE TEMPLE, FAMILIAR AND GENTLE; practiced she doesn’t lean into it. Doesn’t soften. Just sits there — spine straight, eyes fixed on the page in front of her, slender fingers hover near the corner, unmoving. Not flipping the page. Not yet.

“ You cancelled without asking me. ” not an accusation — a notation. Voice flat. Cool. Observational. Like she’s logging the moment for later dissection. Like she’s been logging a lot of things lately.

Chin lifts slow as brow arches in that way that says she’s already caught the shift and she’s just waiting to see if he’s going to lie about it.

“ thought we didn’t change plans. Not unless there was a reason. ”

Her gaze drops — not to his face, but to his hands. Just his hands. The way they move over the desk — too smooth. Too deliberate. Like choreography, not habit. Silence stretches in the space between them. She lets it. Lets it breathe. Sees how he fills it.

“ you cooking for me, or keeping me inside ?? ” A thread pulled — light on the surface, but the weight is there. Tucked just beneath the delivery. Not a joke. Not really. Just testing the water for cracks in the reflection.

Her fingers drum once — just once — against the side of her leg. A quiet slip. The kind of tell she’d normally scold herself for. Sharp inhale, composure rethreaded, neat and sharp.

Then, softer than the rest, like it wasn’t meant to cut but it still might, “ ... you always move like that when you’re lying ”

smiles and footsteps alike are another part of the new batch of things to be choreographed around james's wife. he cranes his head down as he stands behind her chair , hand resting just at the crook of her neck as he presses a kiss to her temple. soft. from here he can sense the air of suspicion that has only grown stronger since he'd returned from the inner circle.

“ you hurt me , “ a teasing lilt juxtaposes the sharpness of her own blade. he pulls away and circles her chair to face her now , resting his weight against the desk. eyes flicker , scan , over open folders. names. dates. recent whereabouts. one hand closes a folder , nudging it neatly into a stack of papers opposite him. “ i know it's sunday — our day — but i was thinking we could stay in tonight , let me cook dinner for us. “ words leave evenly as he casts a sideglance to may as if to watch her reaction.

but that was the catch , wasn't it ? that she could just as easily read james as he could read her. “ i cancelled our dance date with tom an‘ louise. promised them a raincheck an‘ a drink. “

mmmm I want more things so like this for a dynamics call and I'll slide into your DMs

❛ today i'm kinda feelin' like a ( GHOST ). call my friends , but ain't nobody HOME. tell myself i'm fine , but I don't really KNOW. i'm just scared that i'll end up ALONE. you know I never meant to cut you off. got ( PHANTOM ) feelings i can never stop. stranger things to worry 'bout , i know. but i'm so scared that i'll end up ALONE. ❜

#FIFTHIMPACT. private. selective. medium activity. multi - muse blog assembled by CUDI. featuring AVA STARR / GHOST. personal headcanon and THUNDERBOLTS* based. viewer discretion is advised.

after 700+ hrs on the sims I have just learnt how to make residential places public and I've made a really cool public pool 😌

I'll work on more replies and starters later but imma play on the sims for a bit you can also catch me on disco @ russian_hannah_montana

The symbiote that was used on Yelizaveta isn't tied to Venom. But, instead from a comet that struck Russian soil back in the late 1950s, carrying numerous alien organisms. However, the only surviving symbiote was kept in captivity until it was bonded with human embryos in the late 70s.

And then in the early 1980s the project was reopened, creating the first symbiote-human hybrid. Yelizaveta Osborn-Vorontsova

hello everyone !! it's been so nice to be welcomed back so. warmly. While I work on updating Eliza's blog here are just some key points for now:

Origins & Backstory

Created in Soviet labs underground Russia during the 1980s as part of a KGB experiment.

Infused with a symbiote organism, she is a symbiote-hybrid.

Originally trained and used as a spy and assassin for the Soviet Union.

Accidentally triggered a symbiote apocalypse during her teenage years, leading to the collapse of her original world.

During the apocalypse, she fell in love with her worlds Bucky Barnes, and the two had a daughter together.

Bucky and their daughter eventually died during a raid.

Over 90 years of survival, she engineered a dimension-hopping device to escape her ruined reality.

Abilities:

Shapeshifting thanks to her symbiote Eliza can alter appearance, form weapons, mimic others.

Bulletproof and stab-proof — her symbiote forms a protective armour layer.

Skilled marksmanship - prefers to use guns over her symbiote

Possesses enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, and endurance.

Can regenerate from injuries at an accelerated rate.

Does not age like a normal human, giving her near-immortality.

Current Mission

Uses her gadget to travel between universes, hunting down symbiote experiments the government has hidden.

Her goal is to eliminate threats before another apocalypse can begin in another reality.

Often works alone, operating in the shadows, sometimes collaborating when a mission demands it.