spybiote
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yeliza is 120 years old please stop asking her if she has rizz
y'all got beef with yeliza I see
› TENSION LINER PROMPTS
"I dare you to try."
"Do you always get close?"
"You’re pushing my limits."
"Stop looking at me like that."
"I’m losing control here."
"You have no idea, do you?"
"I can’t resist you anymore."
"Stay back, or don’t."
"I know what you want."
"This is getting dangerous now."
"You’re too tempting for me."
"I shouldn’t want this, but…"
"I don’t play fair, remember?"
"Careful, you’re testing me."
"You’re just making it worse."
"You’re too close for comfort."
"Do you always push buttons?"
"Stop before I kiss you."
"You’re making it too hard."
"I can’t stop thinking about you."
"I want you too much."
"You know exactly what you’re doing."
"I’m not playing games here."
"You’ve crossed the line now."
"Keep pushing, and you’ll regret it."
"This is dangerous, isn’t it?"
"I’m trying not to care."
"Don’t make me regret this."
"You’re playing with fire."
"You don’t know what’s coming."
"I shouldn’t be this close."
"We’re getting dangerously close now."
"I can feel the heat."
"Don’t test me right now."
"I want you too badly."
"Don’t make me chase you."
"You’re distracting me, you know."
"I won’t fall for this."
"I want you, but…"
"What do you want from me?"
"I’ll never give in."
"I’m trying not to care."
"You’re playing with my patience."
"Don’t make this harder, please."
"I can’t stop this feeling."
"I’m already in too deep."
"You won’t walk away unscathed."
"You’re walking a fine line."
"I’m trying to stay calm."
"What are you doing to me?"
NAMES YELIZA GOES BY
Yeliza/Eliza
The Hybrid ( specifically during her time under the KGB )
Mayhem
April ( for certain muses and this must be discussed before )
Yelizaveta Voronstova
Changeling ( specifically norman osborn )
My favorite Tudor costumes (28/37):
Elizabeth of York’s blue and silver dress + blue add on sleeves in The White Princess (2017)
private, indie, selective, Y E L I Z A V E T A V O R O N T S O V A,,, M A Y H E M “ 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 some mcu influences. W E B B E D B Y Y A M , mid-20s , she/they. A S T U D Y O N: loss of innocent , ptsd && the darkness within
VILLANELLE Killing Eve / 4.08
yeliza is in thunderbolts but leaves when they are made publicly "the new avengers" bc she operates in the shadows she ain't gonna be on the cover of vogue
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
xenomorph in ALIEN: ROMULUS fede alvarez, 2024
yeliza is 120 years old please stop asking her if she has rizz
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.
if MCU can take what they want from comics and twist it then so can I
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.
❛ 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.
4 more hours and then i am on holiday !!!
The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.
KILLING EVE (2018) — “I’ll Deal With Him Later” (S01E02)
The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.
let's be honest yeliza would be a great addition to the thunderbolts
KILLING EVE S03E01: Slowly Slowly Catchy Monkey
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. “
“ DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF ” A rasp — dry and sharp. Something close to a smile ghosts along her mouth, but it doesn’t reach the eyes. Hasn’t in a while. Shoulders stiffen, back pressed into the wall behind her as if distance might soften the weight of everything said ( and unsaid ).
“ You always were better at cleaning things up. ” Tone isn't bitter, but there's a tired edge that frays each word like worn cloth. “ I just made sure the kid didn’t fucking die and somehow I am the villain in Fury's narrative. ”
Tension anchoring between shoulder blades. The kind that doesn't go away with retirement or therapy or whatever bullshit word they try to package normal with these days.
“ You think I wanted to get involved ?? ” A scoff, barely breath. “ I left them for a reason ” No names. No need. Not with Natalia. They both did — left that behind. The locked rooms. The orders barked in cold languages. The kind of freedom you only earn by bleeding for it. Something flickers across pallid features — something tight and momentary, she doesn’t look at nat, but the silence between them stretches long enough to say i know you remember it too.
“ but you see a man raise a gun at a kid and you tell me what you do.” A breath pushes out, sharp through her nose, hand twitching near the untouched glass at her side. “ Fury's going to come for me anyway. Doesn’t matter if you’re first through the door or the last. You and I both know how this plays out. ”
The hand finally moves — not to pour, not yet, but to slide the glass just slightly across the kitchen surface. A soft clink, delicate despite everything in her posture saying don’t push me.
“And you're stopping it ?? Means I owe you again. ” A beat. Then, quieter “ And I fucking hate owing you. ”
❛ sounds familiar. ❜ breathy snort flares nostrils though its lined with a tinge of amusement over annoyance. SHE'S NOT HERE TO JUDGE ; no. natalia romanovna is a lot of things , but a hypocrite isn't one of them. hence why she chose to show up first on her own accord before anyone else caught wind of the situation. head tilts off to one side , digits drumming along table surface as widow follows eliza's every move.
❛ and so you stepped in and intervened. ❜ less of a question and more reverberating the FACTS. ❛ kid's lucky you were around then. ❜ there's also that distinct lack of performance in her tone as natalia watches on. a sigh parting lips before she'd removed the sunglasses looming over the bridge of her nose. she means the words that fall from the tip of her tongue. that kid ? he was lucky.
❛ and you know that i hate it when you're listening to my heartbeat. ❜ head now tipping off in the opposite direction. ❛ ------- WELL. since you're listening to it. tell me , does it seem like i'm lying so far ? fury is going to want to rain hell down on you if ... no , WHEN he finds out. i , on the other hand , intend on stopping that before it happens , against his better judgement. ❜
the drumming comes to a halt as all tips of fingers press down against surface at the same time. this game ? this ACT they're forced to put up with for the sake of " diplomacy " ( its exhausting. draining even. ) ❛ NO. ❜ the initial response , single brow now rising up.
❛ no , i don't think you did. i think you were put in a situation where something needed to be done and no one else was willing to do it. that you were dealt a hand and you simply played the cards given to you. i think this entire situation could have been dealt with a lot cleaner than it was , but it was dealt with. and that's all that's important. .... still think i'm lying, or are you finally going to pour a glass ? ❜
SLENDER DIGITS MOVE WITH PRACTICED EASE; methodical, focused. The only sign she’s even heard Ellie is the slight tightening of her grip as she slides the cloth long the barrel of her weapon.
“Because I was the last one he spoke to.” She says it without inflection. Like reading it off a page. A quiet beat follows. Yeliza sets the pistol down across the table in front of her. Her eyes flick up only once — just a glance — to confirm Ellie’s still standing there. Then back to work.
“He didn’t say anything useful, ” she continues, tone even. “ But he wasn’t right. He didn’t look at me the way he usually does. ” Now she sets the cloth aside. Finally meets Ellie’s gaze briefly. No challenge in it, but no warmth either. Just truth, calm and clipped.
She doesn’t say I told him not to go. Doesn’t say I knew something was off. That part stays buried " whatever it is, ” she finishes, voice low, “ he walked into it with his eyes open. ”
｡･:*:･ﾟ🐬 SHE PROBABLY SHOULDN'T BE HERE .. but she didn't know who else to ask. she lingers near the doorway , arms crossed over her chest. ❝ because you were the last person he spoke too. ❞ bucky was a big boy , he could handle himself - but ellie's gut was telling her something was wrong.
If your muse had a sound track who would feature on it? For Yeliza it's Florence And The Machine and Ashnikko and Poppy
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis /headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?