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Hiatus update:
Or rather ending hiatus :D I just finished my last term paper, tomorrow is the last day of school before easter / spring break and I feel like I can actually breath again.
My brain is blue screening right now but I’ll try to get some posts done. If anybody wants something small and silly feel free to shoot me a comment or a message :)
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OOC: I feel like screaming! Today has not been my day. I got a nail stuck in my car tire and it tore open. My train got stuck on the way home and I got to sit there for an hour in wich tme my phone battery died. My left over chili got moldy because my brother didn’t put it back into the fridge last night so dinner is a bust and my laptop just burned out on me... trying to safe it but I dunno.
Today was just not great. I should sign off. Sorry for the vent, thoughts need to go somewhere sometimes.
I do hope everyone here has a good day though!
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A dance for life
October 4th, 2022
Prompt: Dead on your feet (Hidden Injury / can’t pass out)
Summary: Ballet is a daily routine for the students of the Red Room. Imperfection is something they can’t afford, but when Natalia is hurt shortly before the session a simple dance becomes a battle for her life.
Readers: @strxngemxgick @cherryfinolahobbes @supremestrangeness @muffinmiri
The piano music played in the background, a steady staccato of tones, usually soothing, now they made her ears ring. A cool lower-case tune encased her like a prison when the higher pitched, main melody came crashing through, ending in a c-accord, only shortly accented, until it started again, from the top. Steady it went on, pacing round and round in a never-ending circle.
Twenty-six girls of varying ages stood next to a bar hooked to a mirrored wall, wearing black skirts and pointed shoes. They used to be twenty-eight. The youngest noticed. Bright red hair sticking out from the brunettes and blondes. She was one of them, yet didn’t exactly belong. Twelve years of age, most of the others at least two years her elder.
Assemblé
Natalia Romanova moved her feet inwards, toes pointed out, a perfect parallel, but her legs shook slightly as she bent downwards, her arm following an elegant bow, lifting her up gracefully onto the points of her shoes.
She could still see the glint of steel in the mirror behind her, but she had been distracted, too slow. It was her own fault. Inessa and Ekatherina had talked about it during the night when Natalia willed her breath to still and simply listened as she lay under her too thin sheet in the too cold sleeping hall they shared.
“Madame favors her.” They had said. “She’s a runt, shouldn’t even be here with us… She thinks she is better than us.” They were wrong. Natalia didn’t think she was better than them. The simple fact was that they were inferior to her skill. And yet. The two older girls had cornered her. One of them left with a broken nose, the other one with a dislocated shoulder and Natalia bore a stab wound in her side.
Arabesque
She touches her feet back to the ground just as the melody picks back up again only to lift herself onto one tip, stretching her other leg upwards in a curved position, one arm reaching up as well, the other holding on to the bar for support. A short flinch as pain shot through her side.
After her fight Natalia sat on the bathroom floor, bleeding. Crimson collected against her side and slowly pooled down, staining her top and leggings and, eventually, the marbled floor below. There was no time. She couldn’t be late…
So, she pressed tissue paper into clumps, pressing them to the wound in hope of stopping the bleeding, secured it as best as she could with tape. The young girl hissed as the paper touched the cut, soaking the red liquid successfully. The bell rang. Her sign to go. She was late. More tape, more paper, until the wound was covered by an ugly clump. The work wasn’t great, but it had to do. Tardiness was not permitted under any circumstance.
Echappé
Her feet hit the ground, hard, and she hissed painfully, bringing them back into a parallel stance, the fifth position, then pushed herself up onto the tips of her toes bending her feet into a round shape only to set them back down, harder than she should. Another jolt of muscle to push back up. The melody became a rush in her ear, bleeding together into a distorted mess. Another hiss left her lungs as pain pulsed outward from the stab.
“Natalia! Hold form, you’re lacking behind.”
“Yes, Madame!”
She had barely made it to the ballet session in time, as the last, but at least there was no punishment waiting for her today. Not more then there had already been.
Emboité
Her feet hit the ground again and dark spots started dancing in front of her eyes. Cold sweat started to break out on her forehead as the red haired girl pushed her right leg into a point, rotating her left one outwards, leaning her torso slightly into the opposite direction and angling the lifted leg into a triangle, tip of her shoe touching her knee, as her arms lifted into a parallel, one arm raising higher while the other dipped down, finger softly spread.
Her form was off. She could feel it. Feel the people looking at her, less then perfect. Her hand brushed against her side as she tried to gracefully release her position, but only ended stumbling into the girl beside her, who pushed her back. Natalia’s vision blurred too much as to see who was pushing her away.
Madame Helena’s gaze bore into her side. She could feel it… It terrified her. Another deep breath and Natalia regathered her composure. Warm liquid sticking to her fingers. She was bleeding through her bandages and her leotard.
Pirouette
There was no time left. Fear occupied her mind and made her heart beat faster. She could feel the warm liquid sticking the fabric to her side. Her body operated on autopilot, years of repetition, one routine after the other, practiced until tendrils of dawn set the room aglow.
Natalia folded her arms against her chest, then whipped them out to gain momentum, turning, spinning, her head too slow too follow. It made her dizzy, even dizzier then she had been before. She could taste copper on her tongue. Darkness starting to rim into her vision as she spun once, twice, thrice around herself, only to heavily lean against the beam.
She had to hide, to stay awake, only a little longer. Her heart fluttered against her ribcage like a bird terrified it would never see the sky again. The last girl who collapsed had been number twenty-seven. They used to be twenty- eight, now they were only twenty-six. Natalia couldn’t, wouldn’t be the next.
Ciseaux
The command sent panic crashing through the darkness. Her breath and heart working overtime. It felt like hyperventilating. Her gaze flickered in and out between her own mind and a dissaciotive stare into the distance. She could do this, had to do this. The thud next to her signaled that it was her turn.
Natalia moved two quick steps, then jumped, stretching one leg forward, lifting the other into the air. Crimson droplets fell from her side, followed her through the air and impacted on the floor. Her legs buckled as blood streamed down her leg now, coloring the cream colored tights red, then caved, tossing her to the ground.
She looked up, head lolling to the side, hard eyes meeting hers as Madame Helena pulled her lips into an unhappy frown. “Again, Natalia.” Was all she ever said.
And Natalia complied, rising to her feet. They were looking for perfection, anything less would get you killed.
And she was made of marble. She wouldn’t break here.
#whumptober2022#natasha romanoff fic#red room fic#young natasha romanoff#knive tw#blood tw#hidden injury#dead on your feet#can't pass out#avengers fic#marvel#marvel fic#ooc:the widow without her bites
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Experiments
1st of October 2022 I Day 1 of Whumptober
Prompt: A little out of the ordinary (Adverse Effects I “This wasn’t supposed to happen”)
Summary: A young Natasha Romanoff and some of the horrors of her childhood.
Tagging: @strxngemxgick @cherryfinolahobbes (If you’d like to be added to my little tag/story list for whumptober just let me know :)
Leather cuffs strained against small wrists as Natalia threw her weight against them, thrashing to escape the hands that tried to hold her down, but Misha was merciless, had always been merciless. Screams still haunted the walls of the laboratory as the red haired girl fought, one of the other girls.
Inessa. Her voice was rough, tore through her throat at a higher pitch then the others.
There was peace in knowing that… as long as Inessa screamed it wasn’t Yelena, it wasn’t her sister. Still young, still sweet, still not ready for the ‘next step’. Natalia herself was only ten, Inessa fifteen, but Madame told her she was moving up quickly, the prize of the soviet empire.
It didn’t feel like much of a prize. Girls entered the lab through cold, steel doors and either they returned, pale faced and catatonic, or they were never seen again. “NO!” A simple word but it seemed to be enough to set off the man trying to hold her down carefully. Large hands clamped around her shoulder, pressing them down onto the metal table she was tied to.
Cold panic crashed over the red room’s apprentice, feet scrambled over cold metal, trying to get a grip, her fingernails gained purchase on the soft flesh of the mains arm, tearing at his skin. Misha simply grunted, eased his grip, then slammed the girl back down, hard. Hard enough for her head to hit the metal.
“Now, sweet one, this isn’t the way for a future widow to behave.”
Natalia seized to move immediately as the steady thud of a cane struck the floor, walking ever closer. The voice made her shiver. Sweet as honey, so much care placed into it, but it never warmed, never made the words feel sincere.
“Administer the Serum.” The woman gave the order. A heartbeat later they tied off both of her arms, restraining blood flow to reveal her veins. Needles, thick and long pushed into her skin.
“Be strong, girl. You are marble and marble doesn’t break and you!” The voice turned to the man restraining her.
“If you can’t restrain a little girl we have no further use for you here, leave.” And leave he did, without as much as a second glance. This would have been her chance to fight, to claw open the restraints, to run before her screams joined Inessa’s, but every inch of fight Natalia had had accumulated at some point melt away with the arrival of Madame Helena.
“Don’t scream.” A voice whispered into her ear. Natalia flinched, taking a shaky breath.
“Scream and you’re dead.” The young girl repeated, her voice barely audible as she withdrew into herself, eyes glazing over as she trained her gaze onto the ceiling, hollow, as if her soul simply vanished into nothingness while faceless scientists hooked her up to the tubes, filled with electric blue liquid and wires leading back to a heart monitor.
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A gasp, something screeched in her ears, fuzzy. Her body was on fire, gasoline running through her veins. It was hard to breathe, to force air into her lungs, to stop her body from shaking in agony. Eyes screwed shut, only to rip open a heartbeat later. Seconds stretched to minutes, to hours as fire burned through her heart, her fingertips, down to her toes, eating its way inside her bones.
Still Natalia refused to scream. Willpower being the only thing that held her together as she drowned in pain.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen!” The words were registered but she couldn’t react to them, nor know who had spoken them as her body was thrown in another fit of convulsions, tearing against her restraints.
“The serum is burning her from the inside.”
“Her death will be on your hands.”
“Let her, another girl not worthy of the program. Another failed attempt. There will be others.”
Scream and you’re dead… Natalia held the words close, repeating them like a mantra over and over as her heart threatened to shatter her ribcage as it beat faster and ever faster.
The fire raged on inside of her, yet she never made a sound…
She was marble, marble didn’t break…
A last thought before darkness finally claimed her.
“That’s a good girl…” Madame Helena’s voice was the first thing the young girl registered as she regained consciousness. “We will continue with another dose tomorrow. You will be the pride of the Red Room one day.”
#needle cw#needle tw#experiments tw#tw childhood trauma#tw restraints#tw experimentation#whumptober2022#fic#natasha romanoff#marvel#ooc:the widow without her bites#adverse effects#this wasn't supposed to happen#if you would like to be tagged to follow my stories along let me know :)
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ooc: I’m gonna be away from the 23rd to the 28th. Well deserved vacation time and I’m propably going to leave tumblr be for the time being, just trying to relax and unplug a little while spending time with friends.
I do have most drafts thrown in the queue and will work on asks during my travel time tomorrow so there’s plenty of assassine shenanigans to go around.
I hope y’all have the very best of weeks and I look forward to being back :)
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OOC:
My nerdy stickers came in the mail today and I'm in love with them! From aesthetic Doctor Strange to my little obsession with 'the Dragon Prince'
The Dinosaurs are my faves though!! They are so derpy and adorable.
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OOC: Hey everyone. Still on hiatus but wanting to give an update.
Last week before Easter break and the start of the semester. I am exhausted but there are still two more tests two write a term paper to finish and a task to complete.
Double timing university and work has been slowly dragging my creativety and energy into the ground..
I can't wait for my vacation on Friday though. And hopefully then or after I'll be back here full time. I'm tired but nearly there.
I hope you all hare having a grand ol' time!!
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OOC: I just volunteered to dm a spontaneous one shot on Thursday... I have 1 other one shot dm experience. I guess it will be good practice for the campaign we're starting next week with me dming the whole thing.
Anyone have a fun character suggestion I can put into a plot where the group needs to protect a noble from being abducted at his wedding?
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So today was the last day of Spirit / Graduation week at my school and our dress code for the day was "Superhero" I think I nailed it.
Sorceress Supreme in Training...or rather teacher supreme? The kids loved the blazer of Levitation^^
#ooc:the widow without her bites#Doctor Strange Bound#I still blame Supremestrangeness Strxngemxgic and Cherryfinolahobbes for my newly found love for all things Strange#and yes. I absolutely adore it all
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Hey guys! I hope you're doing well!
I will be gone for the week, doing a research trip for my masters. Hope you all are healthy and well. Will get things back up and running when I'm home again!
You take care and I love you all!
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Nowhere to run
October 2nd, 2022
Prompt: Nowhere to run (confrontation)
Summary: Black Widow is on the run from the KGB, but it’s Hawkeye who finds her in Budapest.
Readers: @strxngemxgick @cherryfinolahobbes @prplhawk
Hawkeye… The name had been whispered amongst the lines of the KGB several times during her years there. A sharpshooter with an unconventional weapon working for the Americas… If they could only get a hold of him, mold him to their ways, he would make an excellent soldier.
The Black Widow knew it was him the second she spotted the purple fletchings on the arrows impaled in the wall at her hide out. The apartment she had hijacked as the drugs surged through her veins. Of all the people who could have found her here in Budapest he was one of the better options. Someone she could grasp; someone she could fight if only her vision wouldn’t blur the second she tried to lift her head or even attempt to get up.
If this was how Natalia was going to die, she supposed there were worse ways… It was better then being back in that hell hole, back on that chair, back at the place she grew up, working for a regime that tried to hang on to the shreds of its former glory. They had stripped her of her will once, but Natalia wouldn’t let them do it again.
There was a thud above, steps of booted feet that tried to never make a sound, but her ears were trained, her instincts sharp and her muscle memory intact even when her brain was fogged over.
“Fuck.” The Black Widow hissed as she inhaled sharply, rolling off the musty sofa she had been resting on, her feet held her for a second, then she crashed to the floor. Memories wracked her brain unsure of what was real or what had been made up and instilled into her brain. Telling which way was up got harder and harder these days.
String stretched, not too far from here. An arrow knocked. Hawkeye had come to collect her. Her hand slammed against the nightstand, her body dropped and rolled as the window above her head crashed and a something slammed into the wall behind her. “Well… if the hawk wants to play.”
A knife in her boot, a gun on her hips. It would have to do. There was still time, there was still fight left in her… She wasn’t ready to forfit her life just yet, but when Natalia tried to rise to her feet pain shot through her head. Her vision blurred and another memory came calling.
Girls in short skirts and black tops. They wore white ballet shoes, spinning, floating over the ground as they moved through their routine.
Another thud. Closer now, Hawkeye was inside her safe house. The Widow waited, praying for her head to clear. She just needed a window, a chance and then to run. The steps came closer, ever closer. Her breath stilled, held inside her lungs as her fingers reached for her knife. One heartbeat, then another, then she saw a shadow.
The Widow rose, burying the knife inside his upper leg. The Hawk yelled out in surprise and pain. “The hell?!” He jumped, rolling sideways away from his attacker, arrow knocked, stumbling in the darkness. Natalia rolled up, muscles acting on her own accord. She stumbled sideways against the doorframe, as an arrow graced her side, ripping fabric and nicking her skin. “Not so fast little spider. The next one will land true.”
“Looks like you have to be quicker, Hawk.” Natalia grunted, then jumped. She crashed through the window out onto the street… the streetlight burned in her eyes as she blinked, trying to shake another on coming memory unaware if it’s truth or lie. Run was all she could.
Fast and as far away as possible. Natalia had always been quick on her feet. Running came easy to her. Running protected her during her trials, it kept her alive. Running and hiding. She had always been a small thing, skinny and scrawny, fitting into the tightest of places, even now as her body had grown, filled out, gained muscles and a smooth, effortless grace. The Widow stumbled, falling onto the next part of the roof, another dip and she could see the market plaza of Budapest. She would be able to get lost there, hide, shed her skin again and find a new cover.
“You know you can’t run! Not in this state!” The hawks voice called after her. It was younger then she expected, softer. There was a quiver. Doubt? Maybe, but why doubt. They had sent him to kill her. He shouldn’t doubt his orders… doubt your orders and you’re dead.
Natalia reached for her gun. Another arrow loosened impaling into the wall beside her. Like on autopilot she raised her hand, hands curling around the handle of the gun, thumb slipping off the security, shoulders locked, arms straight, breath and she fired. The bullet hitting the opposite wall next to the archer’s head. More pain shot through her head. Another memory rushing in behind her eyes.
The Widow stumbled backwards, jumping the gab between her roof and the next. She had to get away from him, leave before he had the chance to knock another arrow. Hawkeye didn’t miss. That was a fact, well known in her line of work. Her shot had distracted him for just a heartbeat, but she couldn’t throw him off balance forever.
“Not now… not now!” Natalia prayed to a force in the universe she didn’t believe in. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her breath quickened, two more steps… she could reach the wall, climb up, jump down, get away. Pain erupted in her shoulder. The arrow piercing through it and impaling her into the wall behind her.
Natalia grunted, jerking her shoulder. The arrow didn’t budge.
“Nowhere to run now little widow… Uff, give me a moment. You’re pretty quick. Nearly lost me back there. Sorry, spiked arrow that thing won’t budge until I deactivate it.” Hawkeye said casually, huffing as he tried to catch his breath, a profound limp in his left leg.
Her lips were sealed, however, simply watching as the man sighed, dug his hand through already messy hair and pulled another arrow, directed at her. Teal eyes met sky blue ones.
“Aren’t you a little young to be a world feared assassin? I was seriously surprised.” He mused and Natalia simply rolled her eyes.
“Aren’t you a little too rough to be a world class sharpshooter?” She countered, dryly. “They sent you to kill me.” Her words came out in perfect English.
This seemed to take him by surprise. He nodded.
“Yes.”
“Who are they?”
No answer. Clint simply knocked another purple arrow and trained the tip on her head, then her heart, but his eyes wavered. Something held him back.
“Do it! What are you waiting for? If they sent you to kill me then why wait. The longer you wait the more chances I have to escape.”
“And what then? Where would you go. There is no place left for you to hide.” He lowered the arrow again. “How about I loosen this arrow, you don’t try to murder me and we have a little chat about the people you are actually running from… After you’ve slept off whatever they gave you. Seriously, I thought I had the wrong woman. You wouldn’t have missed the show otherwise. I’m Clint by the way.”
Natalia snorted.
“Seriously? Clint?”
“Yeah, yeah. Bite me widow. Leave it to people like you to joke about the man whose mercy you’re at. You know what? I think we’ll get along just fine.”
#whumptober2022#tw: guns#confrontatoin#ooc:the widow without her bites#no.2#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff fic#marvel fic#avengers fic#hawkeye
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I'm finally going to throw the Christmas starters I owe out today :)
So if you would like one and didn't see my.last post about it just toss me a like here.
Winter break is looming and I've been glued to my desk grading papers for my students and studying for my cinemas. End of the year prep but we're getting there :)
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OOC: Dear Friends.
I've not been in a great place mentally and hit another low yesterday. I'm working through it. With the workload this week answers and writing will slow down even more. I'll work on chipping away at things and I'm happy about every ask you send in.
Thanks for your patience and I hope you all have a good day.
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Heatwave basically killing the brain cells I have set aside for writing replies during my break... I'll get to things eventually. Thanks for bearing with me!!!
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Thank you everyone for the nice birthday wishes. I had a very fun day yesterday and I appreciate you all!
I'll get to the ones I haven't answered soon!!
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After some consideration I'm going to put Natasha back into a semi hiatus.
Some personal things happened today and I'm not in a great place right now. Taking things slow. Thanks for bearing with me guys and I'll just write what muse comes a long for.
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