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blueberry-pride · 1 year

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The Vulture Of Pomefiore

Introducing Blueberry Pride's main TWST OC!

Berry: Been planning this for quite a while now and I'm finally satisfied with the lore and look of my darling Rhea of Pomefiore!

Expanding my edits using my own art and I thought what better way to debut my stuff than to draw my TWST OC. Can't really be using the official groovy/art forever so this is me showing you guys what kind of style you can expect from time to time.

Brief Lore Explanation

Rhea comes from a world that's the least magical and as mundane in comparison to Twisted Wonderland. Things started to take a turn from the original path when the dark mirror sorted the unsuspecting grubby girl into the dorm of The Beautiful Queen.

Unbeknownst to Rhea, her features, her habits and to her very purpose in NRC has changed. Taking up the role of the vultures, the very same that were a part of the untimely demise of The Beautiful Queen in the original story.

Grade/Class Predicament

Since our girl is 18 yrs old but still as fresh and as helpless as a newborn in this strange world, she is what Crowley likes to call a 'Floating Student'. She is still originally placed within the first years due to the curriculum and all but she is required to participate in a few classes as well as events that are part of the 2nd and 3rd years. One of the reasons being is to catchup, relearn and 'socialize amongst her age group' (Headmage's words). So all in all, more assignments, make-up classes after school. Rhea's fine...so far.

Her Surname

The last name 'Villanelle' comes from poetry. Originally centered around pastoral scenes and many themes about the countryside. Recently, poets and writers use to talk about all sorts of things like celebration, sadness, love and loss.

I wanted to give her this name to appeal to her artistic and literature side, pretty much giving cottage-core vibes. Mostly her romanticizing certain aspects of her old mundane life before she got isekai'd into TWST. Another reason being is that it sounds like 'villain' and TWST IS based on Disney Villains so I thought it could be funny-

Rhea Trivia

Likes to look for 'junk' and upcycle it into something beautiful and useful. (This was inspired by vultures who are like scavengers and scavengers break down the corpses or leftovers so that it could recycle into the ecosystem and shi-)

Because of this nature, she's good buddies with our hyena boi Ruggie, who helps her find cool stuff around campus and in turn, she would give these crafts for him to sell.

Has a habit of picking stuff up from the ground or in random places that she presumes are unwanted. Especially pretty, peculiar or shiny things. (Inspired by birds' habit and as a part of Rhea's overall curious nature)

With her habit of gathering stuff, her eyes are very keen into finding such items even when they're in the corner of her eye. (Vultures having keen sense like good eyesight and sense of smell)

Whenever she does find something or even someone interesting, she has this weird ass habit of circling around them until she's certain that they're approachable.

Speaking of and ironically, this girl unfortunately wears glasses almost everyday due to astigmatism. However, there were occasions that she could still find things even without them due to her intuition.

With her sense of smell being more sensitive, she gets light headed whenever she's in alchemy/potions class and then gets excused to the nurse's office quite often. (Professor Crewel gives the nurse a heads up every time at this point)

Often gets messy be it intentional or unintentional. often times there's a twig somewhere in her hair for god knows what reason. Tis a good thing she has her trusty hygiene kit with her at all times.

Like the vultures in Snow White, she is always accompanied by someone wherever and whenever she goes out. You'd always find her in a duo or more.

Speaking of, her closest friends are Epel and Jack (her classmates~) Ruggie, Light Music Club (who originally wanted her in their club) and Rook (Whom she looks up to and see as an older brother figure)

With clubs, Crowley thought it would be a fun idea to draw lots of what Rhea's club is going to be (not even telling her beforehand smh). Low and behold the Headmage got Magical Shif/Spelldrive.

Rhea really got into broom flying class as she gets to see the view from up above, she also likes the wind in her but most importantly the rush she gets while up in the air.

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multifandomfix · 8 months

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Mirror, Mirror — Villanelle

Summary: You’re an assassin who wears a mask to hide your identity and insecurity. But Villanelle shows you just how beautiful you are.

Word Count: 1,675

Warnings: Female!Reader, slight knife kink, mirror sex, fingering

Villanelle took in the horrors of the blood covered alleyway. With the rain, most of it would wash away by morning before anyone would have the chance to see what had gone down here. But clean up was not what she was worried about. What she wanted to know is how someone had gotten to her target before she had, and more importantly, who.

As she surveyed the scene, her blonde hair was becoming plastered to her face as the sky poured its large, heavy raindrops. Then she saw you, bent over, reaching for something on the ground. Her eyes were trained on your every move. Feeling eyes on your form, you looked up, meeting a woman's gaze. You knew who she was, and you needed to go. Now. You took off down the alleyway, trying to keep your footing while dodging puddles and avoiding the slick stones that paved your escape route.

"Hey," Villanelle called after you. She’d only wanted to talk, get to know you. You'd made her job easier and that intrigued her. She was fast, but there was no way she’d catch up with the weather and your head start. Fine, she’d just see what you left behind.

What she picked up was far from anything she could have expected. It was a mask made of black and white marbled porcelain, spotted with the blood of your kill. You’d worn it, hadn’t you? But why?

You continued to sprint through the streets and alleyways, your heart racing as the sound of Villanelle's voice faded into the distance behind you. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, and your mind races to piece together the events that have unfolded tonight. The mask you had dropped had been a careless mistake, a slip that you couldn’t have accounted for.

As you finally emerge from your zigzagged path to a busy street, you pause to catch your breath, your chest heaving. The rain continues to pour, soaking you to the bone. You needed somewhere to stay and get dry. You looked next to you. A hotel. Perfect.

It was one of those ritzy ones, with chandeliers and rooms with hot tubs. You could work with that. You needed the rest after the extended effort and toll the night had taken. Even as you check in, you can't shake the feeling that Villanelle is still out there, combing the streets for any trace of you. She was clever. She’d be searching.

Meanwhile, Villanelle still stood in the rain soaked alleyway, her eyes fixated on the mask you had left behind. A slow, dangerous smile curled at the corners of her lips. She's not one to back down from a challenge, and you have certainly intrigued her. With a determined glint in her eyes, she begins her hunt, determined to track you down.

Days pass in a tense blur as you hide in the confines of your hotel room, waiting out the clock. Surely Villanelle would leave town now that her target had been disposed of. She’d get a new assignment and be halfway across the world, her memory of you nearly forgotten. In a week, you’d be safe, and could leave this city yourself.

Then, one evening, there's a knock at your hotel room door. Your room service had already come and gone an hour ago. Your heart skips a beat as you tense up, every nerve on edge. Slowly, cautiously, you approach the door and peer through the peephole. It's her. Villanelle. "I know you’re in there. I just want to see your face."

"No," you’re quick to deny her.

"But I've been looking for you," she says casually, as if it's the most ordinary thing in the world. "You are a hard one to find. I like that about you. Can I come in? Promise I won’t bite."

You stifled a chuckle. You’d heard she was funny. Part of you was glad to know it was true. Taking a deep breath, you’re able to find your voice again. "What do you want from me?"

"You left your mask. Thought I should bring it back to you. It’s clean. The rain washed away most of the blood. The rest I wiped away myself." She was practically shouting at your doorway. You didn’t need all your secrets given away to the hotel's guests, so you grabbed another mask, put it on and opened the door, letting her in.

Why did she care, a part of you wondered. Then again, you’d never been able to speak about it to anyone. So here you are, faced with a decision. Do you lie or confess? Something about Villanelle tells you that she wouldn’t fall for a lie, no matter how convincing.

"I wear masks to hide my scars," you admit, your voice kept low out of shame. "I've always been self conscious about them."

Villanelle's eyes narrow slightly as she processes your words. She steps closer, her presence almost overwhelming you. "Scars are not something to be ashamed of," she says softly, surprising you with an unexpected empathy. "They tell a story, a history. They are beautiful in their own way." Then she raises a hand to your masked face. "I want to see them."

Her words hang in the air as you try and take them in. Villanelle, a ruthless assassin, sees something in your scars that you never could. A strange mixture of emotions swirl within you. You let her take off your mask. "See? Beautiful. Just like I told you."

You shake your head, wishing for the security of the mask once more. "No. You’re wrong. They’re hideous. I'm hideous."

Before you can protest further, Villanelle swiftly turns you around, your back now pressed to her front, and she pulls out a knife. You gasp at the suddenness of her actions as the blade makes it’s first contact with your neck. "I don’t like to be told I'm wrong." Her voice is right in your ear and it sends a shiver through you.

Villanelle's grip on the knife tightens slightly against your throat as she begins to guide you toward the set of three full length dressing mirrors in your room. When you stand before the mirror, your scars are illuminated by the soft light, and you can't help but flinch at the sight of them. Villanelle's reflection stands behind you, her presence a commanding force that's impossible to ignore.

Her gaze sweeps over you, and you can't help but feel exposed beneath her scrutiny. The knife moves away from your neck, no longer pressing against skin, but still she held you, an arm around your robed waist. You didn’t dare make a move. "Look. Look at yourself, your beauty." You resisted. "You want to be difficult? I will prove it to you another way."

With the dull edge of the blade, Villanelle came down with the knife, opening your robe in her descent down your body, turning the blade only to slice the tie open. The robe fell open and exposed more of you to her. It’s mission accomplished, Villanelle cast aside the knife and it landed on the plush bed several feet away. "Do you want me to stop," she asked, fingers reaching for the shoulders of the robe, ready to take it all the way off. "I’m going to need an answer."

"Don’t stop," you uttered, the words coming out all breathy and flustered, but your answer was clear enough. She pulled the robe off your shoulders and took in the full sight of you once more, using the mirror as her guide for how and where to touch you.

Her hand roamed down your chest, stopping to play with the soft flesh of it, before continuing its path downward. As the tips of her fingers reached your pelvis, you adjusted your stance so that your legs were parted for her. Your back pressed more firmly to Villanelle as her fingers dipped inside of you. A gasp made you take your eyes off of the mirror.

"Ah, ah," Villanelle scolded. "I need you to watch, to view yourself the way I see you." It took all of the effort you had, but you watched through half lidded eyes while Villanelle worked you over. She rubbed her hand against your most sensitive of spots and you pressed your weight against her, seeking even more of the delicious friction.

"Look how pretty and pink your cheeks flush when my fingers press into you," she said when your eyes started to close again. They snapped back open and you looked in the mirror again, fearing she’d stop if you didn’t keep watching. With a satisfied grin, Villanelle tilted her head, kissing down along the soft skin of your neck. "You are beautiful," she affirmed between kisses. "I want to hear you say it."

"…I am beautiful," you whispered, not even meeting your own gaze in the reflective glass.

"More conviction. Say it as I bring you to your climax, hmm?" You nodded. "Good." She then plunged her fingers deeper into you, causing you to almost let out a scream. Her other hand came up from your waist and grabbed your breast, using the extra stimulation to bring you along, right to the edge.

"You are close. Say it now for me. Make me believe it or I won’t let you come."

"I—I am beautiful," you said, the words pouring from your mouth like a mantra. This time you were loud, assertive, you’d almost entirely convinced yourself of the truth of your words. Almost. And then she brought you to your release. You nearly collapsed against her, but Villanelle's arms held you up. You were spent, and covered in a fine layer of sweat from the intensity of your orgasm. Villanelle helped you lower yourself gently to the floor.

Taking your chin in her hand, she angled your face to the mirror once more. "I never want you to forget or doubt your beauty. Not ever again or I will give you a truly ugly scar."

For anon

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thedeal-if · 9 months

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The angst ask answer for Aliyah has me wondering 👀 how would the ROs react to & comfort a dying or severely injured mc? Sorry if this is spoilery or anything!!!

Loving ur writing so far u are so epic <3 /gen

Thank you anon😭💕

The angst ask!

Nearly all death scenes (no one is safe here) are already outlined and rely very heavily on the moment and the plot! I don't think this is spoilery at all without context so yay!

I chose the severely injured angst bc I got a very specific death scenario ask too and I didn't want to answer the same thing for the two of you/blend my answers into one ask ^^

Crushing stage btw

Dante doesn't think it's physically possible for him to keep his distance from you—as if simply holding your hand would give you enough leverage to slip away from him, as you lay bleeding out. No, Dante needs to hold you. He needs to be the one whose hands press against your bleeding stomach, the one whose chest attempts to chase your heartbeat from behind.

And there it is, Dante barely remembers that he too needs to breathe. He speaks, speaks, speaks, and then he realizes he's not speaking in English. Dante switches languages clumsily as the words weigh on his tongue:

“I know it hurts. I know, I know,” you wince in pain, Dante presses his lips together, his palms grow warmer and warmer against your wound “I’m gonna get you somewhere safe, okay? Hang on a second.”

Lilith thinks, rather irrationally, that the only reason they can smell your blood so vividly is because of her monstrous nature. They convince themselves that yours is a nick and theirs is a delusion fueled by overwhelming care and worry. But Lilith is often wrong, and the scent of blood grows so thick they can practically feel it down their throat.

“Oh, love,” Lilith frowns, they wrap an arm around your waist and help you sit down “Breathe with me, okay?”

You nod woozily and Lilith worries—they often do, they have plenty of reasons to be concerned about you. The Succubus removes their jacket and presses it against your wound.

“I’m here with you, love, everything will be okay.”

Your best friend proudly wears the badge of ‘Person Who Worries Most About [Name]’, and the mere idea of watching you getting hurt is more than enough for Josh to feel queasy—he has that good of an imagination. Josh can't fathom the thought of seeing you getting hurt, but control slips between his fingers like water, and that very thing is proven when he sees it unfold before his very eyes.

It's much worse than anything Josh could have imagined, but his mind isn't catching up with such a line of thought. He's too busy catching you before you fall, keeping you awake, trying to do something, anything. At all.

Josh's ears ring.

“Shit, fuck. Shit,” your best friend looks around. Josh needs to find some help, he keeps his hand tightly wrapped around your wrist, feeling your pulse against his fingers. Is he panicking? Josh feels like he is.

Villanelle thinks she's seeing things. Maybe it's some kind of prank, maybe it's a dream. Maybe she'll wake up on her cozy bed. But that doesn't happen.

The young witch then thinks this is a vision. Villanelle feels detached from her body as soon as you start bleeding, like her soul was flung out of her body and into a movie theatre: a horror movie starring you.

But Villanelle blinks and finds herself standing just as she was, battling denial.

“[Name]!” the witch calls, wide-eyed and terrified. She runs to your side frantically, hand trembling, “Stand— Stand still. I think I might be able to help. Everything will be okay—everything is okay.”

Leather rustles together as Victor takes off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders—it doesn't warm you up, but it does make you feel ever so slightly safe. The Demon Hunter pulls you a little closer, checks your breathing and pulse, he checks you over carefully in case you're bleeding. He's so methodical you almost feel like you're at a doctor's appointment. Victor presses a hand against your bloodied side. He grumbles something, speaks up when you woozily tilt your head in his direction.

“I'll take care of this,” Victor assures you, his inflection betrays nothing, but his hands are steady as they support you “Focus on staying awake, [Name]. Can you do that for me?”

Victor drags you, but then he stops and hoists you up.

Aliyah grips your shoulder, keeps you standing straight as your head swims with the lightheadedness of the pain. Her demeanor is serious, her eyes are anchored on your wound—and how it bleeds, bleeds, bleeds—

“It’s not fatal,” Aliyah declares, so coldly and so surely, you don't know what to think “Not now.”

The Genie looks up at you, then down at your wound. She sighs, hesitates, presses a finger against your non-fatal injury. You see her smirk a little.

“Do you want to wish for me to heal you?”

The situation is so bizarre you nearly laugh.

“Are you going to stop if a say no?” you gasp.

Aliyah hums a little, your wound stings as she seals it shut, “I'll add it to your tab. Let's find your doctor friend.”

Panic seizes him like a constrictor around his stomach. There's an entire rave in Nathan's stomach.

“Shit that looks bad,” Nathan mumbles.

He makes no effort to touch it, or you, at first. His hands hang by his side for a few moments, then he lifts them and cups your cheeks, thumb stroking your cheekbone.

“You're not dying on me, okay? I'm sure it's not that bad. Breathe with me.”

Nathan helps you breathe, and he also tells you to close your eyes. There's a soft press of his forehead against yours, and a brief light that burns your eyelids. It disappears as quickly as it came, and Nathan takes a wobbly step back.

“There,” he grins “All healed up.”

Eden catches you before you fall—she nearly falls with you, manages to draw strength from some unknown place, and keeps the two of you from keeling over. She pushes every muscle in her body until you find yourself sitting, with Eden pulling your shirt up—taking her own jacket off—and pressing the fabric against your injury. Eden strokes your knee when she sees you wince.

“Bear with it,” her voice sounding so rough might be due to nerves and not lack of empathy.

“I’ll try,” you wince again, forcing a tiny smile so she doesn't worry too much.

Eden rolls her eyes—fondly—and looks your wound over, “It looks bad. But not too bad. Hang on, [Name].”

#i live for angst #the deal if #the deal #inferno #ask #ros #scenario #dante #lilith #josh #villanelle #victor #aliyah #nathan #eden

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alovelyburn · 1 year

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Okay, so I wanted to talk about this a bit more, lmao.

So it kind of sort of did at first? But one weird thing about ChatGPT is that it'll say something and if you say 'well what about this?" it will… either agree with you and alter its position (or suggestion in the case of say plotting a story), or it… will kinda argue with you. o_O

So for example the Griffith topic started because I was just testing what it could do and asked it to write a villanelle about Berserk or something. And it had one line in it about Griffith wearing gold armor and having a "heart filled with hate"

So I said, "Griffith's heart isn't filled with hate, really" and it said:

And I just found that answer so... surprising and interesting that I started just kind of talking to it as though it were a person. I wanted to see how well it would parse and adjust.

I asked it about his guilt over the dead soldiers, and it said this:

I commented that some people claim Griffith is a sociopath, and it said this:

So I was like, Griffith doesn't have a woman he loves? And it said:

At one point I objected to it saying that Griffith had a drive for power by saying he never really stated that he wanted power, and it said:

And then I... started asking it about cultural differences? This was the most fascinating part to me because it came up with the following comments:

Now, that's all very interesting to me because sometimes it repeat my words back at me directly (eg. I used the word mindfuck and it included the term in its response) but other times it would get kind of stubborn. For example, originally I mentioned that I thought the torture had a good deal to do with his choice to Sacrifice the Hawks, and it said:

I think to some degree you can kind of pick up where the takes come from - it seems to me like the initial response ("heart full of hate") is almost like skimming the surface of its... dataset I guess, but the more you talk at it, the deeper it looks into its, uh, resources? I do find the parts where it disagreed with me kind of interesting because I did wonder whether it was just spitting my own thoughts back at me. And while I'm sure that is the case to some extent, there's obviously something else going on, too Edit: Welp.

So there you go.

but YEAH Edit2: So then I was sitting here thinking about how ChatGPT threw "the woman he loves" into the things about Griffith sacrificing the Hawks. At first I thought that it meant Casca, like either it was picking up the Griffith/Casca shippers or had a mixup with the Gutsca romance. But then I thought...

Well, when I said "Griffith doesn't have a woman he loves," it said "Sorry, his relationships are complicated and some people think he's in love with Guts."

So then I was thinking about how it scans in multiple languages which is, let's be real, probably where most of the complexity in its information about Griffith comes from. And then I thought... well Japanese doesn't use a lot of pronouns. So it's possible that in lieu of a pronoun in Japanese discussions about Griffith's feelings for Guts, it assumed a woman because Griffith himself is a man.

Just a theory about incredible yet potentially heteronormative AI.

#ariel talks about berserk #adventures in AI

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perfume-knives · 1 year

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I play for a [redacted sport] semi-professional team, and last year after S4 I had a replica jersey for my team made with "Astankova" on the back. It was my tribute to Villanelle. It's a beautiful jersey and I wear it all the time, but without fail every time I wear it, someone asks me whose jersey it is. I didn't think people would notice, thought it would be my comfort thing, but they did.

Sometimes I want to explain the grief and the pride that motivated me to have this jersey made, but it doesn't make sense to talk about this TV show to a random stranger. Usually I just say, "Oh, it's a friend", or "Nobody".

That makes me sad. What would you say?

#villanelle #astankova #killing eve #28

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faszaakisshobbi · 1 year

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April TC Challenge 1-8 | from @morethanwords0475 | also sorry for the long-ass answers I have quite literally nothing better to do with my time and got very carried away lol

Happy April Fool’s! Have you ever pranked your TC; if so, how did they react? I have not. I mean ill joke with them a tiny bit but never actual prank pranks. they r too scary and I am afraid what'll happen if I prank either of them lmao 💀

What is the earliest thing you can remember about your TC? damn I remember a tiny bit before the pandemic with П but no specific memories. but its crazy because I remember little before the pandemic. but for Б since I haven't known her as long I remember our first lesson and even down to what we worked on.

Do you like your TC’s subject? Do you consider yourself to be good at it? I love my tc's subjects. I mean... they both teach the same thing kind of. one is just orchestra conductor and one is private teacher. I love and am okay enough at classical music and the viola to want to continue it as a profession (right now at least and hopefully this will continue and I won't burn out).

How do you feel about your age gap? hmm well its a lot bigger than others. its funny because they are almost exactly the same age only separated by a few months. i'm always attracted to women older than me but idk. its not as weird with Б since I see her much more platonically (I think it will stay platonic🤞). idek with П.

Have you ever said anything to your TC that showed you favoured them? Have they said anything like that to you? if П doesn't know by now she is the stupidest person I've ever met. but I think she knows bc is very obvious I favor her and I think I've said to her face and written in cards n shit that she's one of the best teachers I've ever had. П also openly favors me in front of her classes with things she says and does (I could make a whole other post abt this). Б somehow knows every thought that goes through my head lmao so yeah. no fr tho I think she can see my admiration for her just through little things ive done around her/for her.

Have you ever noticed any small habits that they have? If so, what comes to mind first? П subtly sways back and forth when just sitting down and often fidgets with her hands/fingers, selves, buttons on clothes, zippers, etc. Б crosses her legs in a really specific way only when she's sitting on this tall stool she has in her front room. she also always wears her hair in the same way every day unless its a concert and even sometimes if its a concert she'll wear it like that.

What gift would you really like to be able to give them, regardless of if it’s realistic or not? I have this insatiable urge to get П a really nice neckless and get myself a similar one too. it would be really dainty and pretty and I have a few I have seen in mind. or get her some really nice perfume. but no I would seem like a creep especially with the perfume lmao I don't wanna turn into villanelle. idk what I would get Б, it would probably be something small and a very "its the thought that matters" gift bc she likes that stuff . or maybe some cool crystals or one of those little tied friendship bracelets if I had to pic something rn :))

Does your TC ever talk about what it was like when they were still a student? YESS!! they both do and I love hearing all their stories! they tell me about regular school teachers but especially music teachers of theirs and how they learned. they both grew up in 1980s Hungary so its just cool to hear about the classical music world and education then. Б has noticed I like hearing the stories and always tells me some at the end of lessons now!!

#female teacher crush #teacher crush #teacher crush community #tc challenge #teacher attachment #teacher x student #teacher love #tc crush #tc love #tc feelings #female tc #tc community #tc confessions #tc post #tc blog

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cheshire-shuntaro · 1 year

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dash game: get to know the mun.

tagged by: @niragi-of-bitches tagging: anyone willing to play? i think by the time my slow ass got to this game everyone have already responded to it cuz i was tagged like 5 times

⸻ what's your phone wallpaper? a little canyon, night sky and Finn and Jake from Adventure Time observing said night sky, laying by a little campfire

⸻ last song you listened to? Love Gun by Kiss

⸻ currently reading? absolutely nothing and i should be roasted for that, read your books kids

⸻ last movie? The Menu

⸻ last show? Love, Death and Robots

⸻ what are you wearing right now? grey sweatpants, yellow sweatshirt and a black hoodie cuz it's cold as hell

⸻ how tall are you? 175cm (5'7'')

⸻ piercings/tattoos? 2 tattoos, no piercings (although wanting a septum for a very long time)

⸻ glasses/contacts? glasses, no contacts and would not like to wear those, I like the way I look in glasses

⸻ last thing you eat? instant ramen noodles ;-;

⸻ favorite colours? black, red, purple

⸻ current obsession? roleplay in general!

⸻ do you have a crush right now? @prosopagn0sis - they are my partner irl, so obviously, also couple of other people, I won't mention any names but they know who they are.

⸻ favorite fictional character? Chishiya (my favourite cat boy), Villanelle (Killing Eve), Misty (American Horror Story - Coven),

⸻ last place you visited? Żory, Poland - went with @prosopagn0sis for some froyos.

#ooc

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ikementally-deficient · 1 year

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I have measured out my life with coffee spoons

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: Cayenne (See Masterlist for rating descriptions)

Tags: Nanami Kento & Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for Shibuya Incident Arc, canonical character death

A/N: Title is a line from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

If you had to choose an adjective for Nanami Kento, it would be ‘dry’. From his sandy blond hair to his tan suits, everything about his appearance is reminiscent of a desert, sere and arid. His rough baritone voice does nothing to mitigate the impression; quite the contrary, when everything he says is as factual and objective as he can make it. Even his cursed technique is a thing of ratios and numbers.

You’ve never been good at math.

Words are your playground. Language can be slippery and malleable, synonyms and puns and emotions tangled up together. Words are messy and ambiguous, visceral. Even Nanami can slide into the verbal quicksand on occasion, usually when asked about his purpose in life. You’ll never forget the shock of hearing this dry, unemotional man suddenly shout “Work is shit!” with the same level of intensity other people reserve for war crimes and public tragedies.

But you know that jujutsu sorcerers all have to be a little crazy, so maybe this flat affect interspersed with moments of disproportionate passion is just how Nanami expresses that. It’s caught your attention though: you find yourself watching him, waiting for the next moment that he slips and expresses a feeling or an opinion not backed up with facts and citations.

These incidents – you find yourself calling them ‘incidents’, like you’re going to write a report on them later – slowly accumulate and you string them together like metaphorical beads, a rosary of instants that you run your thoughts over in times of quiet. You build a picture of the man: likes to travel, hates overtime, weirdly intense about bread, wears bizarrely loud ties at odds with his boring salaryman suits. Takes his responsibilities so very seriously, trying to hide the deep affection that underlies his protective attitude towards his students (“They’re not my students. I’m not a teacher,” he says, completely avoiding the obvious fact that he cares regardless of formal relationships). Puts up with Gojo’s lackadaisical approach to, well, everything, even though it clearly irritates him.

It’s a complicated picture, when you finish assembling it. You’d expect any poem about Nanami Kento to be a sonnet or villanelle, some form with fixed rules of rhyme and meter. Instead you find yourself thinking of him in free verse, subverting any expectations.

After Shibuya, when the dust settles and the bleeding is staunched and you have time to think and grieve, you think of him again. What elegy can you write for this complicated man? Dry, yes, but also warm and soft and occasionally tender, the little despairs that made him human blurring out of the sharp outline of the 7:3 sorcerer. He wouldn’t appreciate your grief, wet and messy and ruining the lapels of his suit, but you know he’d understand it. Maybe he’d even, if he were present, give you one of those rare nods and brief smile when you stand at his grave reciting T.S. Eliot.

Nanami Kento was indeed a man composed of odds and ends; the empty space he’s left behind is not one coherent man-shaped void, but an ongoing series of unexpected holes in your every day life. You wish you had known him better, gotten close enough to understand the heart behind the ugly tie, but instead all you can do is lean against his marker and whisper a shaking goodbye.

“You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,

And how, how rare and strange it is, to find

In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends,

(For indeed I do not love it ... you knew? you are not blind!

How keen you are!)

To find a friend who has these qualities,

Who has, and gives

Those qualities upon which friendship lives.

How much it means that I say this to you—

Without these friendships—life, what cauchemar!”

-- T.S. Eliot, Portrait of a Lady

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk nanami #nanami kento #writing #rating: cayenne

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littlebeartime · 2 years

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thinking about:

Oksana waiting in the bathtub while Eve fetches a surprise for her and it's new bath toys and a new super soft bathrobe with bunny ears.

Oksana waiting in the car with her stuffies while Eve does a quick shop at the local store.

Eve and Villanelle at a Christmas market. Villanelle wanders off on her own for 5 minutes and Oksana comes back holding a snow globe she is absolutely fascinated by, only for Eve to realise Oksana didn't pay for it so they have to go back and pay it. The snow globe maker smiles at them and is understanding. They give Oksana a little something special: a reindeer headband, which she wears the rest of the time they're at the market.

Oksana and Eve doing a drive-by of the houses that are decorated from top to toe. Oksana is mesmerised by the lights, and spots a house that is meant to show Santa climbing the house to 'sneak in.' Eve tells her they have to keep it a secret, Santa is just getting things done earlier this year! Oksana can't wait for her presents from Santa to arrive. She wrote him a list and even said 'please' and 'thank you'!

Eve wakes up on Mother's Day confused because her baby isn't sleeping next to her. She hears quiet footsteps and it's Oksana holding a sippy cup with juice and a flower she picked from the garden. After dropping them off to Eve, Oksana disappears again and comes back with a hand drawn card and a Nutella sandwich. (It would be toast but she's not allowed to use the toaster)

Easter- Eve makes Oksana a little egg treasure hunt. The night before, they watched Peter Rabbit. Though not an Easter film, anything with bunnies are on theme! Eve asks if Oksana knows the Easter bunny because "Aren't you my little bunny? You're always hopping around!"

my brain is just always thinking about these two. anytime i get anxious i just end up creating prompts/headcanons, haha.

#eve and oksana #oksana headcanons

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thedeal-if · 10 months

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what are like 3 facts of each ro?

👁️ so many possibilities lol I'm going to sprinkle some itty bitty subtle details that may or may not be relevant later on.

Dante

I don't want to reveal too much about Inferno because it kinda defeats the purpose of exploring the place yourselves lol but let's just say that somewhere… there's a certain area… where people can like... fight… and Dante is pretty good... There's a ranking... He's among the top 10 in that list...?

Dante smokes like a fucking chimney but always insists he isn't addicted. Will most likely avoid doing it in front of people if they were bothered by it tho

As an Aeshma (warrior Demons of Wrath) his body temperature is pretty high. When he gets really mad there might be a slight risk of fire.

Lilith

They are one of the managers of the strip club Paradise Lost (which is very girlboss of them imo).

One of the highest rankings Succubi, also one of the few who care the least about social rankings. As a Succubus, their power is mostly revolved around their voice and how convincing they can be.

Insanely good with numbers.

Josh

He's the youngest of three siblings. Josh's older sister also has the same ability as he does.

Josh is often considered the golden child (of the Guerreros and of Blackburn) but he really hates that title.

He would've liked to be a nurse but his parents gently swayed him towards a doctorate instead.

Villanelle

She has had two sets of foster parents. The first couple who adopted her weren't really the best.

Villanelle realized she was a witch when she was around eleven-twelve. Funnily enough, most witches and wizards live their entire lifes and never come to know of their nature.

You've already seen it in the demo but Villie has visions of the future. Her power though is more like... having Earth's timeline shoved into her face.

Victor

Aka Nemesis, the number 1 Demon Hunter in Entity. Let's just say he only joined in the first place because the highest higher up is… pretty convincing. That was nine years ago (if my math doesn't fail me). None of his partners survived lol let's hope Alekto is different 🤞

He likes card games 🥺 and wearing very expensive accessories (mostly watches)

Victor would actually want to have children but has kinda accepted that's kind of... complicated given his situation.

Aliyah

Aliyah claims to hate humans but there are a few very obvious exceptions. This Genie has a soft spot for a certain kind of people.

She surprisingly loves sleeping. She loves it so much she's spent more than a few years straight napping.

As Genies go, her abilities are quite limited to the whims of those who own the lamp. In the meantime, all their power goes as far as being smoke and mirrors (illusions, or plain nothing).

Nathan

Nathan is a guardian angel so he's basically at the bottom of the social ladder (at least prior to falling lol). He's also pretty young things considered, most angels are old old.

He wasn't all that good at being a guardian either? I mean personally I wouldn't trust him to take care of a goldfish

Don't let him trick you! He knows jack shit about actual philosophy (reference to a sneak peek)! Nathan likes having many interests and broadening his horizons tho, to keep conversations interesting. He could literally chat you up about anything.

Eden

He's living my dwarfless Snow White cottage core dream and I'm so jealous fr

So good with his hands, Eden really likes woodcrafting and crafting in general. The life of isolation is pretty boring despite its very attractive appeals (pls me too)

King Solomon lore but he used to have very powerful ring! In their family line (and in my story lol) those rings are their white irises. Yeah very powerful.

#the deal if #the deal #inferno #ask #josh #dante #lilith #villanelle #victor #aliyah #nathan #eden #ros

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lavenderrpages · 11 months

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TAGGED BY: @goxinsane ( the loveliest. )

TAGGING: hey, you. yes, you. do it. it’s fun.

GET TO KNOW THE MUN: 🍸

⋆ what’s your phone’s wallpaper ? wallpaper is a photo of when i met D’Arcy Carden the first time. I was cheesing really hard. She’s so wonderful, and all of the glittery amazing things you would expect, and more. my lock screen is when i met Jessica Chastain the second time. also, ultimate cheesing. she’s....i mean, obviously incredible.

⋆ the last song you listened to ? ‘true blue’ by boygenius. im seeing them next week and pretty stoked, so this playlist will be filling my ears until then. i’ve seen julien, and phoebe before, but not lucy (who i love, love, love.) super excited. i’m also dying my hair grey and dressing like phoebe in the music video...because i’m THAT person. nobody asked for these written out answers, but here you have it.

⋆ currently reading ? i have this habit of reading like five books back to back super fast, and then not reading for a handful of months after. however, i began Lauren Graham’s book, ‘Have I told you this already?’ I love her so much. Excited to pick it up again and finish it. Gilmore Girls for life, am i right ??

⋆ last movie you saw ? I think it was the live action Little Mermaid. Halle was amazing. Also, Melissa slayyyyyyed. Truly.

⋆ last show you watched ? Mindhunter. Doing a rewatch, because my girlfriend never saw it, and i have a deep, deep love for Anna Torv.

⋆ what are you wearing right now ? a smol navy tank top with green, white and yellow stripes on it, with highwaisted black mom jeans that still smell heavily of Le Labo, Santal 33 (iykyk...) as i wore these two days ago...and didn’t wash them. judge away if you must. haha

⋆ how tall are you ? five-four and a quarter. the quarter matters. my girlfriend is shorter than me, and makes me feel so tall.

⋆ piercings / tattoos ? i have my ears pierced traditionally. i’d like to get a couple more on my ears, but i got my ears pierced as a baby, and the unknown feeling freaks me out a lot. tattoos, i think last i counted was 19...which is wild...because it doesn’t seem like that many. i have a need for more. soon.

⋆ glasses / contacts ? glasses. i have trouble seeing far away. i don’t wear them a ton. which reminds me, i need to replace a screw in one of my pairs.

⋆ last thing you ate ? pasta. it was for breakfast. shh. i know, it’s wild. then i wonder why i have acid reflux.

⋆ favorite color(s) ? cerulean. which, as a kid...i thought it was called ‘chlorine.’ also, burnt orange, mustardy yellow, chartreuse. i think as i’ve gotten older, i’ve grown a wider love for colors in general. i used to hate green, but now i love.

⋆ current obsession ? sitting outside. i think it’s because i’m from michigan, and moving to somewhere where it’s all sunny all of the time has been wonderful to feel. not to quote boygenius, but, ‘winter bitch, but summers in my blood.’ i’m also just so in love with D’Arcy Carden, Succession.... i’m scheduling my grief. it ended so deliciously, but i’m going to miss it so, so much. Speaking of grief, yellowjackets, and Ted Lasso !! also, beyonce’s renaissance album is forever my obsession. super excited to see this tour.

⋆ do you have a crush right now ? you mean...besides miss D’Arcy Carden... who wrapped her arms around me, and looked at my girlfriend and said, ‘sorry girlfriend!’ ....and then i embarrassingly told her she was my hall pass.... mmm yeah. no. that’s the only crush, right now. sorry girlfriend !

⋆ favorite fictional character ? ooo. that’s downright tough. probably Villanelle, from Killing Eve.

⋆ last place you visited ? spontaneous trip to Los Angeles a few days ago for a lovely, sparkly, concert.

#shhh ki #get to know the mun #lmao that instagram notification seems shameless it is it was just the moment

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shownevertell · 2 years

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The Scorpion & The Frog

“I’m sorry,” Eve said. She was standing behind Villanelle, the person she had spent the last five months trying to ignore. Trying to forget everything that had happened between the two of them. The truth was that Eve couldn’t forget. In fact, she didn’t want to. She knew she was just being stubborn but it took Villanelle being harmed to finally make Eve realize what the consequences of her actions were.

“I said I’m done with you. Go home, Eve,” the blonde spoke calmly. She was unfazed by Eve’s return. She expected it because it was the same game they had been playing for the past four years. It was all so predictable now. The excitement. The chase. The capture. The longing. And then the denial. It was constant and Villanelle had finally grown tired of it all. She just wanted to rest now.

“I know. And if you could-”

“No,” Villanelle snapped. Her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. What more did she have to say to make Eve go away for good? Villanelle knew that the longer she was around Eve, the harder it would be to push her away, something the latter had no issue with.

“Please…” Eve urged. She almost stepped forward but stopped herself from doing so. She kept the distance between them because she knew that’s what Villanelle needed. Eve knew that she had hurt her. Villanelle pursed her lips, not knowing what to do. Everytime she had been in Eve’s presence, she just wanted to talk with her. Have a conversation about something other than The Twelve. Something normal. But Eve was always resistant and too obsessed with the organization for some reason Villanelle could never quite come to understand. But this was the last time they would see and speak to each other. Villanelle was going to draw the line. So she waved her hands, signaling for Eve to say what she had come to say.

“I don’t want to be the scorpion,” Eve started. Villanelle furrowed her eyebrows again but this time with confusion. “I know I hurt you. But you hurt me too. We’ve both done horrible things to each other and to other people. And I think the reason why I push you away is because I don’t think we deserve to be happy. But why can’t we? I want to walk in the park with you. Eat with you. Laugh with you. Listen to you talk and… take care of you. I just want to be with you.”

Eve released a breathy laugh, taking a moment to look at Villanelle. To really see her. And there she stood, the woman who came into Eve’s life when she least expected it, changing her whole world. The woman who taught her to be more daring and true to herself. The woman who made her feel alive and showed her that her life meant more than what it used to be. The woman that Eve loves.

“I love you, Oksana.”

Villanelle was dumbstruck. This was definitely not what she thought Eve had come here to say. The honesty in her confession made the blonde tearful, and when she looked to Eve, so was she. Villanelle’s heart weighed heavy, her breaths rapidly going in and out. Oksana. The first time Eve had said that name was to prove she had the upper-hand for uncovering the assassin’s true identity. Villanelle never cared much for her former self. She thought of her as someone who was supposed to be forgotten and discarded because evidently her family of origin had done so first. It didn’t dawn on her until after visiting her mother in Russia and talking with Carolyn about her time in the orphanage, that she realized how Villanelle is Oksana. She never reinvented herself, she was only wearing a mask. A mask that somehow Eve was able to uncover.

And now, when Eve said her name, it was spoken with gentleness and sincerity. For Eve was trying to convey how she accepted the blonde for who she is. For all that she is. Villanelle felt disturbed with her feelings because just minutes ago she wanted nothing to do with Eve. She had felt sick just seeing those curls of hers, but now she wanted nothing more than to embrace her. A tear fell down from Villanelle’s face, and she quickly wiped it away. The last time she said those three words to Eve, it was denied and returned with acrimony. She didn’t know if she could say it again and she slightly doubted her love for Eve ever since. But surely, the person she is now is different from the person who confessed three years ago.

Villanelle thought about the last couple of years and how her life had changed since meeting Eve. She had never met someone so different from everyone else, yet someone who was so similar to herself. Someone whom she was able to form a connection and understanding with that ran so deep. Their time together and the time apart brought so much more to their relationship than Villanelle had thought. She truly was a different person from four years ago and the biggest change was acknowledging that the “love” she had back then is nowhere near the love she has for Eve now. Villanelle took a deep breath and walked towards Eve, closing the space between them.

“‘Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love. Rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of one’s house for love, it would be utterly scorned,’” the blonde recited the words and looked into Eve’s eyes to show she was genuine. However, the latter was completely confused by the sudden recital and slowly shook her head to indicate that she was not following. Villanelle chuckled at this.

“It’s a verse from the Bible,” she clarified. “From Songs of Songs, a chapter filled with love poems written by lovers.”

“Oh…” Eve awkwardly replied, clearly still not grasping what was being said. She flattened her lips, breaking eye contact because she didn’t know what was supposed to happen now. Villanelle looked at her, smiling because Eve couldn’t be more dense.

“Eve, I’m trying to tell you that I love you too,” she raised her brows. Eve started to laugh with relief and embarrassment.

“Oh! Oh, that’s what it was,” she said. Villanelle took one more step closer, their bodies now only inches apart. Eve was caught off guard, she froze in place. Villanelle’s eyes met with Eve’s and then wandered to her lips for a split second. She wanted to lean in, but she was also unsure of how Eve would react.

“I forgive you,” she said quietly, her breath lingering between the two of them. And without another second wasted, Eve brought her lips to Oksana’s and kissed her. The latter reciprocated, gently placing her hand behind Eve’s neck to deepen the kiss. It was strange at first. It felt like a dream. A kiss. Something that the two only had a taste of before and deep down longed for another. It started slow and soft, the two carefully not wanting to ruin this. But as they continued, their desires deepened and their kisses became more passionate. Finally, they thought to themselves. This feeling couldn’t be more right and they were finally able to admit it.

Eve backed away first with a smile on her face, Villanelle mirroring.

“Thank God,” she teased before going in for more.

I wrote this the week before we were given that horrific finale. I just wanted them to be happy 😭 I never really thought I would share this since I haven’t written in a really long time (and because some parts are super cringe 🥴), but why not! We’re 6 months after the show ended and I still think about them every now and then. Hope you enjoy! Would love to hear what you think but… please be nice lol ❤️

This takes place after Villanelle gets arrowed in the shoulder and then goes off to Gunn’s Island

#killing eve #ke #jodie comer #sandra oh #oksana astankova #villanelle #eve polastri #villaneve #the scorpion and the frog #fanfic

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