𝐿𝑎 𝑉𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 .

❝        she had a lost look in her 𝑒𝑦𝑒'𝑠, that was both 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 and also 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. she was 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 focussed. yet,  almost entirely 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.               ❞

[lavilen]

  𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎  ,   𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎,    𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚎.

𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃  𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚂 : 

𝐕 . 𝐢 ;  𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚎  𝚍𝚘𝚌  /  𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜  +  𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜. 

𝐕 . 𝐢𝐢 ;  𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜  +  𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜. 

[oksanagifs]

[lavilen]

“Eve looks at her. Notes how Villanelle mirrors the way she sits, the way she carries her head and neck, the way she holds her glass. If she blinks, Villanelle blinks. If she moves a hand or touches her face, so does Villanelle. It’s as if she’s learning her. As if she’s occupying her, inch by stealthy inch, slithering into her consciousness like a snake.”

Killing Eve: No Tomorrow (Luke Jennings novel) 

[persephonememes]

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏 & 𝟐 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ We should pretend it never happened. ❜

❛ I was having a bad day. I am having a bad day. ❜

❛ Boundaries don’t keep other people out; they fence you in. ❜

❛ Life is messy, that’s how we’re made. ❜

❛ What if I’m making a mistake I can’t undo? ❜

❛ Even the biggest failure, even the worst most intractable mistake beats the hell out of never trying. ❜

❛ You get any sleep? ❜

❛ Eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. ❜

❛ It’s just that I hardly know anything about you. ❜

❛ Lighten up. It’d be good for your blood pressure. ❜

❛ The problem with secrets is even when you think you’re in control, you’re not. ❜

❛ I am so sorry. ❜

❛ What are you doing here? ❜

❛ It’s got a nice ring to it. ❜

❛ What is going on out here? ❜

❛ You know what? It’s no big deal, you don’t have to lie. ❜

❛ Whatever happened to being practical? ❜

❛ Let’s play a game of whose life sucks the most. ❜

❛ You were like coming up for fresh air. It’s like I was drowning and you saved me. ❜

❛ Actually I prefer to be called ruler of all that is evil. But I will answer to Satan. ❜

❛ You could talk, you know, I mean, if you need to. ❜

❛ You said that word so many times today, it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore. Just saying you can talk to me. ❜

❛ Ironically that same family togetherness is thought to be the reason that depression rates actually do spike at the holidays. ❜

❛ But here’s the truth about the truth: It hurts. So we lie. ❜

❛ If you knew this was your last day on earth, how would you want to spend it? ❜

❛ You almost died today. ❜

❛ So this whole lying thing, this is working out for you? ❜

❛ This thing with us is finished. It’s over. ❜

❛ You’re not gonna die. ❜

❛ Human beings need a lot of things to feel alive. ❜

[echofades]

I needed to see you. So you hired me to kill you?

[janicesopranos]

KILLING EVE 3x05 — “Are You From Pinner?”

[lavilen]

                  ❛   𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝.  ❜      (   @asynjja​​   )

   𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃  𝐈𝐍  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒  !     a  child  of  envy,      𝑤𝑜𝑒.      shallowed  innards  void  of  the things  others  held  in  𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢.     the  funny,     little  feeling,    𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.     she’d  sat  coveting  the  depths  other  swan  in  with  ease,     while  her  own  invited  an  vacant  𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝.    she’d  longed  to  feel  the  𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉  that  cradled in  their  chests,    the  bubbling  ambrosia  of  𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.     the  gleaming  halcyon  glow  of  unbound  joy.     even  the  gnarling  wrenching  canines  of  𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛.      to  feel,     anything.      but,      she  understands  now  ;     void  the  𝚛𝚘𝚝  others  writhe  in,     not  lost  amongst  its  abyss,      she  free  floats.    untethered.     unmoored.   

     she  parodies  them.      adorning  the  things  they  𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖.       shimmying  in  whichever  ever  draping  she  needs  ;      slight,     finessed  pinked  flesh  arose  in  a  lithe  -  subtle  curve,       with  bright  blossoming  eyes  and  good  humours  for  the  𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐲  neighbour  with  the  𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚢  beard.     the  mousey  unmeeting  eyes,      𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔,      unsure  words,        and  softly  bitten  lips  for  the  sexist  politician,      with  revolving  eyes.     now,      she  sits.         pushing  lips  against  apple-d  cheeks, a  smooth  curve  sculpted  with  the  delicate  hint  of  teeth  pressing  its  precipice.    𝐚 𝐦 𝐮 𝐬 𝐞 𝐦 𝐞 𝐧 𝐭.  

    ❝       let  me  guess,      𝐛𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤  𝐮𝐩 ?    he  left  you  for  a  twenty - four  year  old  with  𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚  dog,     shit  highlights,     and  a  𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝  𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑  ?        ❞ 

     tones  simper,     𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝  of  any  likeness  to  a  self.     bleached  and  𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝,  to  something  malformed  among  a  mouth.  chipper  home  counties  british  spat  in  a  feign  of  friendliness.   bell - like  laughter  paraded  for  the  sake  of  it.      a  skit  of  𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢,    lips  bore  its  mockery.    words  a  𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞,   she knows  it’s  𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.    the  woman  reeks  of   stricture,  something    ❛   𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙.   ❜      bland  sights  of  dull  saturations,      chosen  for  their  hideous  practicality  over  any  actual  appeal. 

     ❝       no-o  ?      i  can  keep  guessing  ;       i’m  very  good  at  𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.     𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐  boss ?    with  an affinity  for  fannypacks,    who  still  quotes  the  office,    and  eats  with  his  mouth  full  ?     ❞

               𝐕 . 𝐢       :         𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,      𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 .

[o-azul-deactivated20230222]

Aren’t you tired trying to fill that void?

— Shallow

[userdanewhitman]

I was trained to look devastating, obviously.

[lavilen]

  ❝   have  you  ever  met  a  woman  named  𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞   ?   or,   uh,   𝚘𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊 ?   ❞                ❛   they  say  she's  a  𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑦𝑎𝑙  𝑔𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑛 .    ❜         ❝   what  is  that ?   ❞                               ❛       the  egg  ghost.      𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚗𝚘  𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.       ❜

                                                     𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 .         𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚎

[lavilen]

𝐕 . 𝐢    ;   @becomesdeath​

               ❝        you  know,  you  really  don't  have  to be  so  𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 !     ❞

𝚜𝚌 .

[lavilen]

𝐕 . 𝐢     ;   @stapcs​

                     ❝     you  would  think  i  was  the  𝒃𝒂𝒅  guy.    ❞

𝚜𝚌 .

[lavilen]

 𝐕 . 𝐢     ;   @bladedlegacy​​        

        ❝      - for  my funeral,      make  sure  they  choose  a  𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈  photo.                                                   not  the  𝚖𝚞𝚐𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝  with  the  bandana.      ❞

      𝚜𝚌 .

[lavilen]

            𝐕 . 𝐢   ;    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥  !    𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 .

[lavilen]

   𝐕 . 𝐢   ;   𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 ​

 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞     ——–     𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦.  maria,  biblical moth drawn in to fated flame     ;     dangle any spectacle bright enough in front of her and nature kicks in.  felt within is an innate desire to lean in and look closer,  even if her viewpoint leads her to overlook a precipice.  to tempt a fateful tumble down.

 flash of white stands stark against vision of red when teeth pin down lower lip.  amusement easily earned     ;     crease of brow ensures too this is no unwanted infringement on lonesome company.  what a thing it is to only feel certain of one’s existence when anchored by the company of another,  no matter how sapling or unformed said company is.

 ❝     an eternal question of our times.  its not if you wear it,  its how you wear it.  hang your head low,  and you’ll look like a dick     ——–     wear it loud n’ proud and i’m not mad.     ❞     the natural accompaniment to her words,  a nonchalant shrug of narrow shoulders.  already,  the early seeds of friendliness seep into her tone.

 ❝     am not.  i am loosening up     ——–     that’s what this is for.❞     petulant tone partnered with defiant     &     demonstrable swing of bottle in hand.     ❝     …  maybe the effect hasn’t quite kicked in yet.  you came all the way over here t’ discuss questionable fashion choices with me,  then ?  not what i’d anticipated,  but i’ll take it.  what’s your name ? ❞

     𝐀  𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐎𝐅  𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐘  𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐒  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑  !     delicately  held  against  𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆  features.      a  smile  returned.       she  defines  the  curl  as  𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭,          𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜.      (      the  little  ones.     the  𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚,     fluffy,     passive  ones  evade  a  lot  easier  ;      the  cataclysmic  she  can  at  least  draw  a  𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎  to.      )       𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐚  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  !      gossamer  in  a  finery.  crisp  crimson  bows  artfully  drawn  upwards,       lining  the  suggestion  of  prim  porcelain  rows.       it’s  flittered  away  in  a  𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚡  ;        a  thing  to  be  practiced,         𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝. 

    ❝     agreed.      don’t  be  a  𝑝𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑦 !       you  want  to  look  devastating,         be  𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  ;      (    an  ethos  emblazoned  upon  a  skin,     flourished  with  every  soft  adornment  she  adds.     )      if  you  want  to  look  like  someones  deluded  𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚙𝚊  -              at  least  try  and  hold  some  𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚  in  it.     ❞

       ❝     you  are-e,  so,     very  𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜  !     ❞      𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 ;      a  stern,       stout  detailing  of  features.       tracing  the  shapes  konstantin  formed  the  day  before.      eyebrows  drawn  flat.     lips  pursed,     𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.      (     always  with  the  𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.      it  will  give  him  lines,       very  unflattering  ones -    )       a  humour  skinned,     tones  lower.  slavic  depths  revealed  in,    𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑  upon  a  tongue.     ❝    you  should  try  and  have  more  fun.        𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞,      a  little.    ❞     a mouth  invites  a  fall.     versed  in  a  baiting,      taking  pleasure  in  its  reaping.      the  lull,      the  lilt  of  a  𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞.  

     ❝    𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂.    ❞    deceit  lathes  a  tongue  with  ease,     lining  lips  in  its  syrupy  𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐫.      honeyed  accents  belie  a  sulphur.      𝒗 𝒊 𝒍 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒆 𝒍 𝒍 𝒆   ;     a  flounced  thing  of  repetition.      notes  of  dislocation,     𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗  in  its  crafting.      she  dodges  its  speaking.     an  essence  oozed  in  its  𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧,     𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  ;     the  flowery  scented  swill  of  decay  in  its  breath,      a  moniker  of  𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩.       a  harbinger  of  𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍,     whispers  of  it  carved  in  every  sullen  crevasse.     there’s  pain  in  its  parting.      a  repute  surrendered  for  something  so  achingly  𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎,      lips  itch  to  sneer  the  word.        mocking  its  monotony.       ❝     and,    yours ?    ❞

[ava-deb]

SEASON 2, EPISODE 4 DESPERATE TIMES

[civismundisum]

I will be wild. I will be brutal. I will encircle you and conquer you. I will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust. I will be inevitable.

Iphigenia, from A Memory of Wind by Rachel Swirsky.  (via civismundisum)