#muse: illya

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@kit-just-kit // WWII! Kit & Illya

“<Stop, you did your job,>” Illya informed Kit, taking the blade from her and cleaning it with his own handkerchief before handing it back. “<Too much attention to the details of his death will draw the N@zis right back to you,>” he warned, offering a secondary blade for Kit to keep. Changing up the way the blade severed the main artery would keep the SS detectives on their toes, compared to what seemed like a serial killer targeting male SS officers.

Illya looked down at the body, sliding a glove on so he could make sure the n@zi was deceased. “<You’re rather skilled with a blade,>” he complimented once he was certain there was no pulse, offering a small smile to Kit despite the nature of their business. It sounded like a set up for a joke — two Allied Forces spies walk into an SS bar, and they walk out alive.

“<We need to go,>” Illya suddenly added, eyes darting to the door, tossing the SS officer’s body over his shoulder with uncanny ease. He took Kit’s hand with his free one, going over to the window. “<Can you jump down to the ground from the awning, or do you need me to catch you>?” Illya asked, wanting Kit to get out of there safely. His French accent cracked during the question, a Russian one momentarily slipping through.

[magnificentmuses]

“You seem to be good friends with Miyu.” Illya have a very nervous Violet. “W-what are things she likes?” Maybe ask the girl yourself instead of her friend you idiot

"Uh...that's something you're better off asking her about, not me...?" Illya was, of course, quick to point that out.

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spicy open starter || muse: Illya

"You would look beautiful kneeling to me," Illya observed, reaching down and tilting his partner's face up to his. "Perhaps we could start with that?" he suggested.

[radarsteddybear]

You've heard of the SCTV parody of To Sir, With Love starring Eugene Levy as Ricardo Montalban as Sidney Poitier's character. Now get ready for...a new To Sir, With Love parody starring...somebody...as David McCallum's Illya Kuryakin. Because reasons.

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@truedarkhcld // @ccmplicatedweb // @frombehindpaleeyes // @ofgunsandlipstick

Tommy x Lizzie — PEAKY BLINDERS S05E03

[multimuseticles]

"Imagine having a little brat as your blog icon."

[twinxmasters-archived]

"Violence doesn't solve anything? I think if you're thorough enough, you can solve any problem with violence."

[thebreakfastmuses]

"Half a year later, does Fischl still not appreciate my birthday present to her?"

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@truedarkhcld // @ofgunsandlipstick // @ccmplicatedweb // @frombehindpaleeyes //

REIGN S01E19 • Toy Soldiers

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Open Starter — Muse: Illya — Verse: TBD Open to: anyone

Dark hazel eyes scan the surroundings, Illya’s gun cocked and shield handed to his companion. “I can take the fire, you get to the exit,” he instructed, firing off a single bullet to take out one guard. The experimentation done on the man had left him essentially bulletproof, only being impacted by the g-forces of the bullet but unable to truly be shot.

“<Run!>” he yelled in Ukrainian, knowing his companion would understand the word simply based on the urgency of his voice. He pushed them forward, having them strap the shield to their arm to protect them from the hail of bullets raining down on them. “I’ll be fine, keep going!” He ordered, shooting down another guard.

When they both got to the exit, Illya looked down at his companion and his shield. “That is why we go with my plans,” Illya explained, pointing at the groaning but incapacitated guards all laying on the floor of the hallway.

Returning to the closest guard, Illya grabbed them by their hair and forced the barely conscious man to look at him. “Who sent you?” Illya asked in multiple languages until he got an answer, shocked to hear the man had an American accent and was speaking English.

“We don’t know! We’re just hired muscle,” the man insisted to Illya, earning his hair being let go of as he went unconscious.

“<F—king useless>,” Illya cursed in Ukrainian, returning to his ally’s side. “They don’t even know who hired them. We didn’t go far in enough, but hopefully that file will tell us more,” he informed them, pinching his brow in frustration as they heard their helicopter arriving.

[mvnces]

this took me a concerning amount of time to make

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”You may wish to look up the card to understand better,” Illya suggested to the two Holmeses. “Odd, he must have a mole in your people to know I’d be working with Miss Holmes, for we only started working together earlier today,” Illya pointed out to Mycroft, who grimaced at the observation.

Illya raised a brow at Amelia, not having seen in her file that she knew how to defuse bombs. He had to be curious how she learned all that she had, for her fathers couldn’t know all of this and feel ready to teach their daughter this. He knew how protective his mother and adoptive mother had been of him regarding such things despite his fascination with spy work at a young age.

“I am as well, much as I’d like to think it is a copy cat,” Illya backed Amelia immediately, feeling a sense of loyalty to her for putting up with their arrangement now. “I think he is building his web up again, or it was never truly destroyed. Cut off the head of a hydra and two more replace it,” Illya mentioned.

Mycroft scowled, not pleased that his new ‘pet’ was siding with his niece. “Well, then my resources are at your disposal Amelia,” Mycroft told them, lighting up a cigarette as he spoke. Illya forced himself not to react to the lack of it being at both of their disposals, but he arguably WAS one of Mycroft’s resources that Amelia could utilize.

@joyfulmagic Illya & Amelia

"I didn't ask-!" Amelia shouted over the gunfire that was pelted toward the two. Hiding behind a car that was situated upon the now deserted street. Her gun in one hand as she reloaded, hazel eyes not even looking to the man beside her. She shot again, gently squeezing the trigger so her hand didn't shake, taking one of them out with a bullet to the shoulder. The intent wasn't the kill. "-for you to come along!" She finished her sentence.

Now Amelia was a good detective, her reputation preceded her just as her father's did. Consulting Detective, and also a very good agent alongside her uncle's division within MI6. Everyone knew Mycroft Holmes was practically the British Government. The young Holmes was stubborn, fiery and sometimes a little rude, yet the rudeness was made up for in intelligence. Small tattoos were etched upon her arms, the small scars across them also evident.

"Look, you can tell my uncle I can handle this myself. I don't need a bodyguard, and I certainly don't need an assistant" Pride. That was what it was. Although Mycroft was only looking out for his niece since the incident with James Moriarty and Sebastian Moran, the small slip up on their part where the daughter of probably the most famous detective had been taken, and virtually left for dead over top secret information. It was guilt that now kept Mycroft a constant eye on the brunette. "Now piss off and leave me alone, alright?"

[alchemistdefective]

"Did you know? Us kitsunes are able to hypnotize our victims and make them do what we wish according to their orders. Basic hypnotism is when your target is in a drooling mess, no different from a mindless zombie."

"Now good hypnotism, on the other hand, is when your target doesn't realize they're hypnotized. Say, if I were to ask you to cook me a pizza even when you're not willing to, then you go 'Urgh fine, just this once', when I have planted a mental suggestion in you."

"Great, so... why didn't you use it more? Sounds really useful-"

"... I tried doing to someone and she realized I was trying to hypnotize her."

"... She got off on it, and I have never used it again.........."

[joyfulmagic]

Open Starter — Muse: Illya Kuryakin — Open to Anyone — V: Detective

“You have me mistaken with someone else,” Illya stated, his voice emotionless and deadpan. “I’ve never worked for the FBI, not even in a consulting capacity,” he explained, lied.

“Even if I had, would you really think they would allow me to share that information?” The Soviet defector pointed out, “the don’t exactly like their spies’ identities being blown, based on previous court cases and events.”

He was just a college professor, nothing more. He kept telling himself that, even when a student came to him with a criminal issue that he craved to solve. Sometimes, in extreme cases, he’d step in, but it could never be traced back to him.

The killer side of him was vastly different from his professor self, and then his detective self was a different animal entirely. An apex predator, able to detect anything he came across. It was…part…of what had made him such a good agent, years ago now.

“You also don’t look like the average college student, but you don’t read as counter-intelligence either from what I studied,” he observed of his companion, wondering how they’d even accessed the gated campus. “Criminal behavior analysis extends to civilians more than you would expect,” he brushed his observation off as being part of what he taught.

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@twinxmasters sent: "Ehm..." Illya gives a good once-over at the tainted patch of soil, rising upwards like the world's largest loaf of bread, then looks down at the now-empty bag of limestone. "Well... That... Doesn't look right..."

Six pound bags of lime don't cost all that much. Raguna makes enough to buy several of them in just a day. As far as the lawn and gardens he was tending around the Einzbern manor he'd be able to get away using just a couple bags to cover the area he'd planted. It advertises about a thousand square feet, so, yeah. Should work fine for the season. He'll fill up the spreader and--

Oh.

The displaced farmer has come outside to see that the entire contents of one bag have been applied to a fraction of that space.

"Uh.................................. Illya?" Raguna will need more than a fraction of the time to absorb what he's seeing. The soil? Ha. Ha. "Okay. The good news is it hasn't rained and washed anything in. Right. There's still time to clean most of this up..! Because otherwise this spot is going to be a new barbeque pit. So lets--"

Wait for it-

Crash of thunder~!

"G-GRAB SOME SHOVELS! BERSERKER!!! WE HAVE TO GET THAT LIME UP!"

[crystaltowerz]

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