“He has to die… there’s no other option… no other…”

"Some blushing bride, it's her wedding day too~" She giggles at the cruel irony. "Till death do us part, huh?~" Still giggling, cackling, totally giddy as she rocks back in forth in her seat. "You're the muscle, got it?"

Hi all! This is my first Marvel rp account, the only character to start will be Black Widow Rules: •Be nice •No Taboo/Lewd-Only accounts •No minors •Anything else just ask!

{A job? They want me to kill him. What fortune!}

{kill… he has to die…}

{Nonononon who is that? I'm her bestie... no one else...}

⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️-Implied sexual exploitation of a minor, flashbacks, mental health, death, blood, flashing pictures Dancing with Disaster ‐------------

She's doing research on her new bestie, diving through every scraped and stolen document on one 'Tandy Bowen' trying to figure out what she likes and hates.

"Wait... what do besties do?"

"Hmm... how else can I help my new bestie?"

N.𖤐 Dropping this here.

Music to her ears~

Another telepath... to torment I hope~

Who next? That last target was so much fun~

Snowflake wouldn’t have missed a beat.

I wonder how my new bestie is doing?

>.> Yeah that won't have any negative reproductions....

"Check the news bestie!" bsky.app/profile/rara...

A note appears on her mirror the next day: "You're welcome, xoxoxo, your new bestie~"

"You're welcome, new bestie~"

𝕄𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕝 CW: Extreme Gore Killing a supermodel is easy work, not even something the RED ROOM would concern itself with. But Snowflake was doing this pro-bono. Some pretty blonde had whined about mommy, so she decided to do the deed. And she was given free ~

"Oh boy.... Blondie.... you really fucked up" youtu.be/p9SAdTjpTEY?...

Her grin widens. "Perfect, check the news tomorrow~" She giggles as she leaves through bright orange and white portal, the mysterious woman vanishing as quickly as she had appeared.

She chuckles. "No catch, just give the nod and she will die... you can pick the details or leave it to me."

"I could do it..." The mysterious dark-haired woman grins. "Consider it pro-bono~"

🪱 drops this bsky.app/profile/tvc1...

Does she want her dead?

A contract to kill a mother, on today of all days! How sweet!~

She grins and a hurricane appears out of the blue.

“Oh yeah?”

All so convenient, but a snap of the fingers and you can be in a hurricane.

True, but that can change in a snap.

A strong wind may hit, or perhaps storm clouds may form.

Are you sure?

So much of the world is dangerous, good thing she has her pet to keep her safe~

“Sorry… didn’t have time to focus on learning it while I was trapped in a living hell.”

“Maybe… not how many weren’t saved?”

⠀ ⠀𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖴𝖫𝖠𝖲　ᛤ ⠀⠀ ‎⠀𝖬𝖨𝖷𝖤𝖣⠀⠀𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖫⠀⠀. ⠀ ⠀

“Mother’s Day… what a lovely holiday to ruin~”

Cute, a pet. Be safe out there… the first can be dangerous~

Alone?

She leaned back, sprinting into a slide as she dragged the blade against her ankle, tearing her form. “Eventually you’ll crack Emma, either your body or mind. My money’s on body!”

“You did… you tried to fix me and failed… I ran away… I was taken… changed… made into a weapon…” She starts walking towards Emma. “I don’t have to kill you, just scare you…” “BUT I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU BLEEDING!”

"I've been to hell before... it was called the ＲＥＤ ＲＯＯＭ "

“Take a look~” She cackles a bit, letting her have a glimpse of her mind… a memory: “Zhis is how ve keep you hidden…” A tube… glass, filled with liquid… and a trio of corpses… blonde… They resemble the cuckoos. “So many clones were made… did you really think you got them all?” Just as quickly~

“You don’t know me… you know someone else…” She smiles. “But I know you… after I escaped… they wanted you to fix me… make me whole but… oh I hated you… so I left… and found people who made me feel whole…” Her smiled widens. “Want to know how they kept me hidden from cerebro aaalll these years?”

Her hair is black… She wears a black suit, sporting only a red hourglass. A katana-like sword in her right hand. “You’re the bitch that tried to fix me… when I came here… after…”

“Who’s Illyana?” Her voice is soft, gentle… but no thoughts in her head.