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Moved to @dailyraikov

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"Right..." The major huffed. The opening and closing of the storage room door could be heard faintly through the radio, followed by white noise and what could possibly be footsteps. "May I ask why you want to borrow the Shagohod?"

There was a suspicious tone to his voice; the strange girl was no idiot, and seemed to know a lot about machinery, so he was almost certain she had figured out what the large behemoth was meant for. He wasn't going to let her have it, of course. But he might as well humor her before sicking his soldiers on her.

"Hey, can I borrow the Shagohod?" XNFE's voice chimed out over the intercom; a curious tone to their voice... Wait... How did she get a hold of the mic? (theshitpostingbegins)

THUNK!

Of all the times things like this could happen, why did they always happen when he was napping?

Raikov removed his hat to rub the top of his head. That was definitely going to leave a bruise. Maybe napping under one of the shelves in the storage room was a bad idea after all…no matter, there were other things to attend to.

Such as trying to find out what that strange intruder wanted with the Shagohod. The major brushed hair behind his ear, before reaching for his radio.

“…Might I ask /how/ you got ahold of this frequency?”

#[au: small alien rabbit wreaks havoc. more at 11]

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"Hey, can I borrow the Shagohod?" XNFE's voice chimed out over the intercom; a curious tone to their voice... Wait... How did she get a hold of the mic? (theshitpostingbegins)

THUNK!

Of all the times things like this could happen, why did they always happen when he was napping?

Raikov removed his hat to rub the top of his head. That was definitely going to leave a bruise. Maybe napping under one of the shelves in the storage room was a bad idea after all…no matter, there were other things to attend to.

Such as trying to find out what that strange intruder wanted with the Shagohod. The major brushed hair behind his ear, before reaching for his radio.

“…Might I ask /how/ you got ahold of this frequency?”

#asks #[au: small alien rabbit wreaks havoc. more at 11] #((XNFE NO))

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Another laugh from the taller man, despite his scowling, as he walked around his hostage, turning his back to her for but a moment, to think. "Surprised? I'm no idiot, dear girl. Whoever you're waiting for is definitely out cold." A pause, as he turned to face her again. "This isn't about /who/ i'm chasing. It's /what/." A swift kick to punctuate the man's sentence sent machinery of all sorts hurtling to the floor. Shattering glass, cracking plastic, scattering across the floor.

A pleased smile crossed his face. There wasn't enough expensive machinery to break, unfortunately..if she continued to be trouble, he'd have to resort to something else. "Perhaps I should shoot anyone who tried to make their way into this room if you fail to cooperate?" A soft, girlish laugh, as he spoke with a sing-song tone. "I'm sure plenty of your friends would hate to be abruptly woken by a bullet to the brain."

"Now then. You work here, да? You should at least know enough to help a poor boy out." The male plopped himself down onto a chair, across from the girl. "Or do they keep you stupid on purpose?" Crossed legs, gun back in his right hand, twirling slowly. "We have all day, you know. All I want, is to hear what you know about HYDRA. Specifically, anything related to the Super Soldier experiments and-" he tapped his head, then his left arm "-a man named the Winter Soldier."

Trigger happy (just curious to see what would happen)

She hadn’t heard the man enter the room, but even if she had, what could she have done? The cold metal of the muzzle was now pressed to her temple and she found herself stumbling for words. Remembering to breathe was even harder than trying to find the words to get herself out of this situation. “W-what do you want?” Ryan asked quickly, the slightest stutter came through in her words as she tried to keep herself calm and collected, but there was no way to stop her racing heart now. “I-If it’s the files you want, you’ll never get them.” She spat, knowing she could yell out to F.R.I.D.A.Y. to lock down the files, but if she made a sudden and loud action like that, she was probably done for. “Who sent you? H.Y.D.R.A.? Y-you’re probably better than this you know? You don’t have to work for them..” She tried to reason, or at least distract the man, she had to make him think he had her in his clutches. Just another moment to figure him out, to find his intentions before…

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. lock down the files and alert Tony!”

She knew this could very well be the last thing she said, but she had to protect those files and her friends, at all costs..

———-

//Sorry this took so long, Ryan has not been cooperating the past couple of days!//

#[au: we're going on a hydra hunt] #((sorry this took forever i lost writing muse smfbshd)) #((dont worry about matching length cuz my posts tend to get shorter as the plot progresses n moves quicker))

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Borscht (Ukranian Beetroot Soup) | Tanya Zouev

#food #queue

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Volgin is the kind of asshole who would spend more on insuring his dick than the Shagohod

#((ooc)) #((i think about this post a lot))

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Hey girl, 🖐🙅just wanted to let you girls know 👯👯 that I'm a Real messy bitch.🙋👄💦 A liar. 🗣🙊 A scamma. 😏💍🤑 I love robbery 💸💎💰😍 AND fraud. 💳👅💕A messy bitch who lives for drama.💣💣💥💃🏼💅🏽💋

#((ic))

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N O

Obtained Poster [Sokolov reinvented as a Japanese idol (vertical)] [GMP +500]

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"HYDRA?" An androgynous voice exclaimed. A bitter laugh, as the metal barrel of the unknown assailant's gun pressed deeper into her temple, before trailing down her cheek. A soft click indicated the safety being turned on, but the gun stayed to her face, pushing in to force her to meet the gaze of her unknown assailant. "Perhaps I do work for them, perhaps I don't. But that's of no importance, да?"

Her assailant was almost certainly male, with a fairly thick russian accent, and a rather flamboyant air to him, with shoulder-length platinum hair framing a delicate face. He wore what appeared to be a long, light, wool cardigan over a striped undershirt, and dark, tight jeans, tucked into a pair of knee-high leather boots, accentuating the lithe musculature of his thighs. Thin leather gloves covered delicate hands, and he wore a dark black and silver watch on his left arm. His body was almost reminiscent of a dancer, rather than a trained soldier. He wasn't too worried about this "Tony" person being alerted. Before sneaking in, he had rigged the walls with sleep-gas traps set to go off at the tripping of a low-lying wire. He was well aware of the abilities the individuals here had, but he was almost certain that the traps would be able to stall them: even if only for a few split seconds.

"Who are you to tell me who I can and can't work for?" Crystal blue eyes previously hidden by a newsboy hat scrutinized the girl's face, the small soviet handgun in his right hand tilting her chin up and down as he inspected the red-headed woman. Rather beautiful, he noted to himself, a tight-lipped smile forming on his face.

"Let's make a deal, женщиа. I don't want to get blood on my new clothes, so if you tell me what i'm looking for without any trouble, I'll just leave you unconscious." He slowly removed the gun from her face, making a show of spinning the handgun before he lowered it to his side.

Trigger happy (just curious to see what would happen)

She hadn’t heard the man enter the room, but even if she had, what could she have done? The cold metal of the muzzle was now pressed to her temple and she found herself stumbling for words. Remembering to breathe was even harder than trying to find the words to get herself out of this situation. “W-what do you want?” Ryan asked quickly, the slightest stutter came through in her words as she tried to keep herself calm and collected, but there was no way to stop her racing heart now. “I-If it’s the files you want, you’ll never get them.” She spat, knowing she could yell out to F.R.I.D.A.Y. to lock down the files, but if she made a sudden and loud action like that, she was probably done for. “Who sent you? H.Y.D.R.A.? Y-you’re probably better than this you know? You don’t have to work for them..” She tried to reason, or at least distract the man, she had to make him think he had her in his clutches. Just another moment to figure him out, to find his intentions before…

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. lock down the files and alert Tony!”

She knew this could very well be the last thing she said, but she had to protect those files and her friends, at all costs..

———-

//Sorry this took so long, Ryan has not been cooperating the past couple of days!//

#[AU: We're Going on a HYDRA Hunt] #((ic)) #((doing a bit of an intro since this is more of a modern AU and so he's gonna be dressed differently)) #((and this is the first time they're interacting)) #((RYAN IM SORRY HE LOOKS SCARY BUT HES A BIG GAY BABY))

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((I CHANGED MY MIND IM BACK AND SHAMELESS SEND ME ASKS))

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“Happy Fuck-Till-You’re-Numb Day!”

“...”

“What do you mean, that’s not what this holiday is called!?”

#((ic)) #((happy alentines ay everybody))

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((SH...should I just post it here...for science...?))

#((ooc))

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((...extensive scientific research...?))

((This blog is p much abandoned but I feel obligated to let you ppl know that there is actual fanart of volgin fisting raikov?????? ))

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((This blog is p much abandoned but I feel obligated to let you ppl know that there is actual fanart of volgin fisting raikov?????? ))

#((I'm more intrigued that someone thought about that and drew it 5 years before I even thought about it)) #((ooc))

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@summermiko one down, one to go :L I'm left handed, in case you can't tell (it's kinda obvious because my handwriting slants to the right) Someone help me come up with a new blog name aaaaaaaa I don't really wanna tag anyone but here goes @forgottenscrap @step-into-my-office @daddys-little-vanya

#memes #((ooc))

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*smooches the big man even though he's in the middle of working*

#((finally had a few minutes to doodle today soooo)) #((I should be punished for being this late lmao)) #asks

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Your handwriting is...really neat..what h t e fu

Awh yeee!

sorry my handwriting is so hard to read. I don’t have a scanner ;A;

Tagging: @visceral-rust @asexual-incubus and whomever wants to! well I guess Seth’s Raikov blog but. uvu

#((ooc))