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[illy4na]

// Illyana is an extremely heavy drinker when she isn’t around the X-Men or on missions. She can’t outdrink Pyotr or Thor given her size, but she can drink other superheroes and heroines under the table and be completely hangover free the next day.  

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@practicallyinviincible

“I had a cat when I lived in Russia,” Illyana said as she drank a shot of vodka and slammed it on the bar. If she were among the X-Men, she wouldn’t have allowed herself the luxury. However, she was out here doing her own thing, so it didn’t matter. There weren’t any mutant kids for miles around and she could behave as she liked.

“It was an awful cat,” she said. “Foul tempered. Nearly clawed my  eyes out. Twice.”

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"What an excellent day for an exorcism."

Independent and Selective Earth-616 Illyana Rasputina from the X-Men series.

Written by Sandra. 21+.

Open to all fandoms. Follows from k4ndall.

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Siberian mom, 1970s

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“Блять,” Illyana uttered the Russian curse word before she stop herself.

If she had been pink before, she was crimson now. Of all the people to send this photograph to, she had to send it to Hank fucking McCoy. He had always been so nice and understanding. Never mind that he reminded her of her old cat in Sibera with his whiskers, ears, and tale. If it had been someone else, she might not have been this embarrassed, but now she definitely was.

“Please, Hank, just delete it,” she begged him. “It’s nothing interesting for you.”

She couldn’t bring herself to describe what was actually in the said photograph. Not in front of him, anyway.

“It’s just a picture of my breasts,” she said. Somehow, the word breasts didn’t sound right. “And with our tight uniforms, I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of those.”

Oh, dear.

Hank made a show of gnawing at his lip, as if conflicted over the matter, and the way he oh so carefully slid his phone out of his pocket, not yet hitting the wake button, was just as dramatic.

"Oh?"

Oh, dear. Oh, no, that tone was entirely too innocent.

"Is there a particular reason I shouldn't read it? I am, after all, a scientist, and now, my curiosity is piqued. And when a scientist's curiosity is piqued . . . well . . ."

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@positivelybeastly

"Hank, can you delete that text without opening it?" Illyana asked as she began turning crimson with embarrassment. "Please?"

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“Thank you,” Illyana said as she placed four one dollar bills on the bar (two for the drink, two as a tip for the bartender) and threw on a heavy black down parka over her skirt and top.

She walked towards the door and opened it for the other girl. The cold blast from the wind hit Illyana in the face, but she didn’t mind it. She had grown up in a place known for its fearsome winters a slightly frozen nose and ears was nothing.

“I live in the city, too,” she said beginning to walk and picking up where they had left off earlier. “But I kind of live everywhere. I travel a lot. My girlfriend, though, is more of a homebody.  If she leaves New York for two days, she won’t stop talking about how much she misses the kosher hot dogs.” Illyana rolled her eyes. “If you ask me, hot dogs are the same no matter where you live.”

"Right. Pelmeni." Not what Spirit was going to guess, so she's glad the stranger has filled in the gaps.

Spirit looks from the door to the server station where Juni brews more coffee down to her book. She's less than halfway through. She's supposed to discuss with Lee sometime this week, and she doesn't want to disappoint him. (He never acts disappointed, but she swears she can tell.)

"I really live in the city — I'm just visiting. If you want a real tour guide, my sister is your best bet," she says, gesturing with her chin towards the hardworking blonde. "—but she's not off for hours, and I make my own schedule, so. Sure. Let's go on a walk."

She struggles through reading anyways.

She stands, puts her hands into the pockets of her skirt. Based on her outfit, you'd never guess it was twenty degrees outside.

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© kris anka

[illy4na]

// Illyana can teleport across various distances as well as dimensions using the soul sword. However, she doesn’t use this ability regularly. Appearing out of nowhere can sometimes stress people out or make them suspicious of who she is. When she doesn’t have to be somewhere for an X-Men mission or visit Limbo or hell, she usually drives or takes the train somewhere.

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“Pelmeni.”

As soon as the word slips out of Illyana’s mouth, she can smell them. Babushka made them when she was little. Illyana would sit next to her busying herself making the dough. That was before Xavier’s School, of course, and all that came afterwards.

“Good to know that they know how to make stuff like that. These days, the only pelmeni I buy are the frozen kind that come from who knows where and they taste awful.”

She smiled at the girl and nodded towards the door.

“If you’re not busy, can you take me there?” she asked. “I'm not too familiar with Poughkeepsie."

Spirit looks up glumly from her book (Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde; she's still catching up on the classics Lee knows enough about them to help her understand where her own comprehension lacks ) and hones in on the (beautiful, stern, softspoken) girl trying to get her attention.

Harris and Burns would have responded in clumsy Russian: I understand every word you are saying, motherfucker, which is just about all they know in Russian, it seems sometimes.

Spirit just blinks.

"The diner in the next neighborhood over," she says quietly, knowing she's endorsing the competition, "Does those Russian dumpling things."

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// Every time Illyana visits hell, she comes back with more and more of the devil’s attributes. In the current comics, she has hooves and horns. In some comics, various other heroes often comment on the fact that she smells like sulphur or rotten eggs.

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ANYA TAYLOR-JOY in the new Dior Holiday Campaign (2023)

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@shesboundtobruise

“The people who design the covers of these albums never get the horns right,” Illyana said as she turned the album over and showed it to Lou. “The devil’s horns go straight up. If they were curved, how could souls be impaled on them?”

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@vitalphenomena

Illyana was eyeing the other diner’s other customers and the waitresses as they came and went. Every once in a while, she would take a sip from her iced tea. It was too early in the day for vodka, too late for a third coffee.

She had come to Poughkeepsie before and had passed it many times when she took the train to and from Xavier’s School. That had been a long time ago. Back then, she had only seen the outside of this place.

She took another sip of her tea and turned to a girl that was sitting nearby. “Do you have any Russian grocery stores near here?” Illyana asked her. “Or, maybe, some kind of Russian business?”

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ANYA TAYLOR-JOY for Jaeger-LeCoultre

[illy4na]

"What an excellent day for an exorcism."

Independent and Selective Earth-616 Illyana Rasputina from the X-Men series.

Written by Sandra. 21+.

Open to all fandoms. Follows from k4ndall.