MOVED.

                                                   I’M MOVING   /  REBRANDING !

i know i’ve mentioned this before on this blog, a few months ago ( though the posts were deleted after a hot sec, bc i’m not fond of having a lot of ooc on my own blogue ashjdadgs ), but i no longer feel as comfortable about the mcu’s treatment of elektra’s backstory and agency as i did when i first picked her up as a muse. so, i’m going to be doing a rather large overhaul of my overall portrayal, grounding her in more 616 material. what does the move mean in specifics, then ? :

i’ll be transitioning to a portrayal that is more mixed canon than it is mcu - orientated. as said above, my mainverse / mainverse arcs will be primarily influenced by the 616 comics. i’ll also be changing my fc to i.liana p.apageorgiou. 

mcu - oriented verses and arcs will still be available on the new blog. both timeline compliant and divergent, though elektra’s backstory will undergo changes to accommodate my fc change and more influences of 616. if my partners are comfortable, i’d be more than happy to continue to the plots / dynamics that we’ve already established here. multiple aus are fun !

threads that already have a few back - and - forths will likely be dropped, unless my partners would kindly tell me if they would like to continue them via ims or s.kype / d.iscord. starters and replies to starters that i owe will be posted on the new blog.

    ELEKTRA NATCHIOS IS AN INTERESTING WOMAN.   PERHAPS INTERESTING IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT,  FOR SOMEONE LIKE HER.  He imagines how their collaborations went,  her and Red,  and it’s a more amusing mental picture than he’d like to admit.  She’s interesting but this isn’t ideal;  he has a war to wage and he doesn’t quite enjoy the idea of enlisting anymore help.   He wants to make it very clear that this is not what he wants to be doing and does,  really,   and so does she.  The judgment in her gaze doesn’t escape him,  the patronizing lift of her tone,  though that may just be her.  He doesn’t care either way,  doesn’t at all,  just wants the Yazuka gone,  wiped out.

He stands at his full height,  exhale escaping as he cleans the gun on the table,  methodical and precise.  “Not exactly a secret anymore,  lady.   I’ll worry about watchin’ my own back,  alright?   You tell me what we should do.  I’m warning you,  though  –  I don’t play any games.  I’m not interested in playing any games.   Got it?”   A pause.  “I don’t think a trap’s a bad idea,  no?”

     no games, he had warned. had they time  &  better circumstances, would he be as to the point as he is now ?  maybe so.  &  even then, she would know better than to bite at the boundaries given. her masks worn fall to the floor, without a sound  &  without a fuss. she gives a slight nod in acceptance. their allyship would, at the very least, be made a little more endurable, this way                    not quite a body that moves in sync, in trust to any command  ;  not quite dysfunctional either. she is willing to try, if he is as well.

              the   smirk   balanced   upon   his   expression   is   one   painstakingly   obvious   display   of   smugness .     despite   the   warning   within   her   tone   he   knows   by   her   expression   that   it’s   closer   to   hollow   than   a   threat .      `&   perhaps   the   notion   of   potential   danger   is   exciting   to   him ,        ❝          a   very   good   memory  ,     by   the   sounds   of   it .            ❞ 

     the   teasing   jest   of   his   voice   is   something   he   supports   with   a   low  ,      thoughtful   hum .     as   an   added   measure  ,     he   also   leans   forward   ——————–     EVER   SO   SLIGHTLY   INTO   HER   PERSONAL   SPACE .       ❝          didn’t   you   know   i   make   a   living   out   of   overthinking  ?           ❞

     hypotheticals encircle them. in this moment, there are choices that could lead to different               yet perhaps not dissimilar               outcomes. for example :  she could lean in further still, leave a kiss that may only widen the smirk upon his features,  &  they could end this encounter tangled in a hotel room’s sheets once more.  /  or she could straighten, step back,  &  allow him to feel satisfaction in thinking he had begun to soften her edges.

    either option would result in his ego swelling  /  neither option appears tempting, in her eyes.

01. we’re both bi as fuck. 02. we’re both really snobby. only the best for the best, thank u. 03. our dads are super important to the both of us, and have been responsible for who we are today. 04. we both lov jewellery. anything pretty, really.  05. we both have the super Annoying quality of wanting to be left alone while not wanting to be Lonely.

FIVE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MUSE &. MUN.

01. elektra can walk and is able - bodied. i Cannot and am Not. she is also adept at ballet. ://// 02. i love t.aylor s.wift and her music. elektra literally could Not care less about her. 03. elektra can speak over 10+ languages. i speak 1 and a half. 04. i just don’t have her work ethic, man. 05. martial arts whomst ?? idk them.

test is here.   ;   tagged by : @justxe​  //   tagging : u if ur reading this c: 

Neutral : 93%

You put your own beliefs above all else, and they are not evil. In fact, your beliefs might be better than so called "good" beliefs. After all, what is good? Your answer to that is that it is a moral bias, and that being good depends on who is the judge. If you are working for another, it is because you felt like it or because they are paying you and are not insanely zealous.

65% Neutral Good

45% Lawful Good

41% Chaotic Good

31% Chaotic Neutral

27% Lawful Neutral

26% Neutral Evil

9% Lawful Evil

     a list of supposeds could be inscribed about tonight.  /  their plan was supposed to be simple. it was supposed to unfold without a hitch. they weren’t supposed to be ambushed by a hoard of ninjas. she wasn’t supposed to be disarmed  &  wounded, led to teeter on life’s edge by a fatal second’s mistake. nor was he supposed to be responsible for the both of their lives, as red ran from the gash at her ribs.

     yet here they are. he, hovering over her out of concern. she, laying on his bed, all bandaged  &  worn. a list of supposeds, inscribed,  &  torn to shreds. there is quiet, now, without proper anticipation of what could become. is that why he offers comfort,  &  why she tries to offer it back ?  ❝  don’t tell me you’re growing fond of me, frank ?  ❞   she smiles, even through her body’s shrieking protests at an attempt to sit, even as her jaw clenches so he cannot hear. once seated, she places a hand over his, warm  &  assuring.   ❝  i’ll be fine.  ❞

     tequila. rum. liqueurs. several fruit juices. collections of different types of firearms, ammunitions  &  blades  /  these are just a few of the things spread out on the large oak table beside them, as well as two glasses filled near to the brim. it’s a meeting to discuss the terms of her contract, dressed as a party for two. she appreciates the thought  &  the air put on, as she is sure bobbi had well anticipated                  perhaps a little too well. 

     funny, she is sure that she never once allows awe  &  want to create a childlike expression of wide eyes  &  a crimson - stained pout, but they do so anyway                 &  who could fault her for this, when the blonde is all but showing off a sword as sharp as a winter chill ?  further negotiations may have to be in order.  

     ❝  am i to take it for the job ?  ❞  she inquires, gesturing to the weapon by a lift of her chin.

     the defence is not without merit, nor is it unwarranted. if asked for honesty, she would admit to being less than warm towards her new acquaintance.  &  that, too, is not without merit, when one considers how their situation required strongholds of various types  ;  half truths have been spoken, secrets have been kept for leverage. like any war penned throughout histories  &  not. these strategies have been in play since the beginning of their allyship                   on both ends. 

     though, perhaps, she ought to relent here. if they are to work together, it would be much easier if a form of trust would begin to blossom.   ❝  mae, if i thought of you as an enemy, you wouldn’t still be speaking to me.  ❞  she ensures to have a level tone,  &  to maintain eye contact with mae, so as to avoid any misunderstandings on their relationship once more.   ❝  we may not be friends, but i would not give enemies the same respect i’ve given you.make no mistake in that. ❞

   her response to him does not appear immediate. myriads of books, scrolls  &  papyri have surrounded her, all laid out across the floor in her attempt to sift through information. she takes caution to step around them, over to where a particular book has been set  ;  the cover is black, its pages  &  spine slightly worn from decades past,  &  as she kneels to pick it up, it is hefty in her hands. she smiles to herself. then she stands, turns to him                       &  tosses the object in his direction.   ❝  tell me when you find something of interest.  ❞

hero  /  villain  :  in their line of work, where does one side end  &  another begin ?  the world is spun by conflict  &  clashes. light  &  dark  /  dark  &  light. always, opposing forces are at work  ;  at war, seeking to overpower the other. always, they seek to pull as many hearts & vessels to their sides as possible, turning what was into what will be. lines begin to blur when you’ve witnessed this cycle as much as she has.

to run is futility. to believe you have choices sometimes is, too. an exercise in setting burning flames alight in mind, body,  &  soul                  before the weapon placed in your hand is forced to extinguish them again.   ❝  if we don’t, they will still die. at greater numbers.  ❞   it is fact, no matter how they look at the situation before them. her words are cold to the woman dubbed the silver lining, she knows. but as time ticks by, they must face the consequences at hand, or suffer worse.   ❝  you can choose to stay. i won’t be.  ❞    &  thus, she turns, sais in hand.