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i made this as a joke last night and i haven’t been able to stop watching it since… they’re all so pretty :( also, yes this may have been a Large contribution to why i disappeared… figuring this out has been a whirlwind that still hasn’t fully calmed

is this a coming out post? who knows, cause i sure as hell don’t.

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❛       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖       ❜

18+ multi muse. original characters & eve polastri from killing eve․ written by cody.                / CREDIT /

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heads up !!      i’ve moved all of my muses to the one blog.

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In the abandoned hospital pt.2

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injury/hurt prompts bc reasons

feel free to specify who is receiving the actions [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves  [ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious [ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot  [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other  [ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s) [ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare  [ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day  [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed  [ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital  [ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick [ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured

“  just let me help you.  ” “  shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding.  ” “  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ”  “  hey, you can talk to me.  ” “  shh- lie back. you’re safe now.  ”   “  you need to stay still.  ” “  how the hell did this happen?  ” “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “  that isn’t ‘just a scratch’.  ” “  stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up.  ” “  i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open.  ” “  if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself.  ” “  for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse.  ” “  you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it.  ” “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ” “  a little help?  ” “  i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach.  ” “  i’m fine, i just need a moment.  ” “  no hospitals.  ” “  you need a fucking doctor.  ” “  you need to slow down.  ” “  you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground.  ” “  you have to sleep eventually.  ” “  stop fussing, i’ll be fine.  ” “  shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  i feel so cold.  ” “  i can’t feel my legs.  ” “  i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet.  ” “  what the fuck happened to you?  ” “  who the fuck did this?  ” “  you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me.  ” “  fucking hell.  ” “  i need help. please.  ” “  i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this.  ” “  if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass.  ” “  it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out.  ”

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WHO:     Valya Astankova, also Pyotr and Tatiana. WHEN:     May 2011 - Valya is eighteen. WHERE:     Her mother’s house, Russia. CW/TW:      Gang mention, gun mention, family agression.

“A gang, huh?” Tatiana’s stern tone biting into the silence of the room. Her presence producing a thick atmosphere.

Turning slowly, Valya didn’t know what to say. Pyotr had clearly said something, no doubt her mother went prying. Unaware of what exactly she knew, her instincts told her to stay quiet. But if she had learnt anything from the past few weeks is often, instincts can be wrong. “It was an accident.”

“An accident.” She laughed. “She ended up a gang member, by accident.” Her tone seemingly playful in comparison to before; but growing up she learnt that tone meant nothing of the sorts. “She got a gang tattoo by accident.” Her grip strong on her jaw as she made her point, shaking Valya’s head in her hand. As she spoke in disgust about the little crown above her daughter’s eyebrow. “Your beautiful face is ruined.” She whispered before letting go.

It had been years since someone treated Valya this way. The way her mother grabbed her face reminded her of everything she had figured out about the woman; everything she despised her for. “Where’s dad?” She bit back. Her father had repeatedly been her mother’s weak spot, something she didn’t recognize in the past. But after ten frustrating years of thinking it was clearly obvious.

“He had enough of you, didn’t he?” Valya stood up from packing the small bag of clothes she bought of one of the neighbours. “Enough of you treating him like shit. He figure out that why you left two innocent girls to fend for themselves because you couldn’t be fucking assed with the mess you had made.” The cracked pot was boiled and overflowing, she couldn’t stop.

“It was easier to haul us away than to actually raise us, wasn’t it?! Keep Pyotr; he obeys me. These two though, the little shits can rot. Not like I made any mistakes with them, NOO--” Her angry mocking voice was silenced by the sharp slap across her face.

“I was right to get rid of you. Shooting a man cause you can’t solve your foolish mistakes.”

“It was the only way out.” Valya’s heated behaviour immediately cooled by her mother. “They would have tortured me.”

“You should have let them.”

Frozen, she stood there as her mother abandoned her for the last time. Pyotr’s head popping out of the door frame a few moments later. She realised she couldn’t let her win. But, if she fought back; the aftermath would be left for her brother. The longer she stayed in the house, the more intense the urge to retaliate got. Her jaw clenched as her eyes were still; wide and barely blinking. “I can’t be here.”

Pyotr gathered her bags and placed them over Valya’s shoulders, along with shoving his helmet on her head before taking her outside to his motorbike. The rest was a blur, she didn’t remember getting there but they ended up at the train station. Full circle. The two sat outside the station for a little while before Valya started getting suspicious that their mother might have called police on her.

It wasn’t how she wanted things to end at all, she merely wanted to spend the day with Pyotr. Having a real goodbye, not a slightly traumatic one. Despite it all at least they got one this time. And that’s what mattered.

“I’m going to London.” She whispered in his ear as they clung to each other. “Don’t tell, please.” She pulled away slowly, taking the time to look him the eyes.

“If you ever change your mind. Please. Find me.”

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Me: [about fictional characters]

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guess who finally had a burst of inspiration out of nowhere and got some of valya’s backstory written!!

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this is a warning, this blog isn’t going to be spoiler free. killing eve season three plots will be used (in an au way but still just so the people that follow me know)

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WHO: Eve Polastri. WHAT: Self para. I can’t specify without spoilers oops ADDITIONAL: Don’t read if you’ve not seen the most recent episode of Killing Eve.  CW/TW: Just y’know bad stuff... Again can’t say bc spoilers but tags are below.

Choices. Her choices would shape her life. She wanted her life back to normal. And that distant hope seemed to zoom closer when Niko had text her. Was it out of the blue? For him to invite her to Poland? Absolutely. But, in desperate attempts to reconstruct her life Eve headed to the airport and got on the first flight she could.

Pulling up at a...farm? Was strange, but seeing the chickens; knowing Niko was near... Happiness twinkled up from her toes to her head; familiarity. It was minor, but it was more than she had gotten in over a year. Heading further onto the property she was slightly puzzled until she saw him. “Niko!” She yelled over, waving, smile beaming. She took a few steps forward before -.

What? No. Her gaping mouth twitching into a smile; her body starting to laugh in disbelief as Niko hit the floor. She felt like she was screaming, but no noise was coming out. An attempt to approach the other was sabotaged by her suddenly weakened knees. It felt like it took her ten minutes to hit the floor, unable to feel the impact on the solid ground.

The cold concrete and dry hay feeling like a cloud beneath her fingers as her entire body lost the ability to hold itself up. Every last ounce of the life she knew was ripped apart from her. She felt like a frog in a dissection lesson. Helpless. Moments felt like hours as she watched her husband’s movements lessen, unable to move or help. Her stomach began to churn, snapping her back to reality. She feebly pulled herself over to the nearest bale of hay before bringing up the tasteless aeroplane food she had previously consumed.

Pushing away with her feet, gasping for air; she almost forgot what she was so worked up about. Until she saw him out the corner of her eye. Her head turned slowly as she faced him, her arms and legs working at the same pace to get her up off the ground. Every step she took towards him was shaky. Knees trembling the second the balls of her feet touched the floor. “Niko...” She whispered. Knowing he wouldn’t reply, hoping, nonetheless. With an unsteady hand she turned him over as best she could; the pitchfork wedged in his neck stopping him part way.

She began to step back when something caught her eye. A note. Anger forced her to snatch the tag off the unassumed weapon, red ribbon flying in the wind before getting stuck in the mass of blood. “Still got it.” She read aloud. It didn’t take long for her to realise this message was intended for Villanelle. From the person she imitated in Girona, but why Niko? He had nothing to do with that. Hand tightening around the stained piece of paper, it crumbled inside her fist.

Her body instinctively moved into the areas she hadn’t been, stopping midway when she realised what she was doing. She wanted revenge. But what could she do? She didn’t have anything to defend herself with and no idea of who she was competing against. A small scoff came out her mouth, her free hand brushing the hair on the crown of her head backwards. Involuntarily taking a deep breath, she turned back around. At least she knew how to find this bastard.

Retracing her steps she was once again greeted by her late husband. Her senseless body froze again. Eyes unable to move away despite how much she wanted to. “I’m sorry.” Her immobile eyes began to blur with tears. “This wasn’t meant to happen.” Shutting her eyes forced the pools to roll down her cheeks. “I’m going to fucking stop them.” Her shaky voice now stern. “I love you.” She looked at him. It was peculiar. For the first time in a long time; he finally looked peaceful.

Eve forcefully took one last deep breath before leaving, picking her bags up as she went. The ground felt like clouds again. Her legs like strong jelly. She knew what to do for the first time in, she couldn't remember how long. All she grasped was whoever slaughtered Niko had made a huge mistake.

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hellscapist·:

So he did remember him. Karras’ lips spread in a smug grin. He would have been disappointed if not. It had been years since they’d seen each other last. The vampire had made sure to leave a lasting impression. “To tell you I told you so,” he said, calmly. The open distaste towards him only fueling him. “Human blood is just too damn good,” he hummed, pushing himself from the roof to land gracefully behind Drew. “Admit it, you enjoyed it,” he whispered next to his ear.

“Shut u-” He began to speak before the other’s humming tone halted him. As the other approached, he was reminded why he didn’t involve himself with active vampires - as he liked to call them. Luring was a profound skill. And they were all masters. Some better than others. Feeling Karras’ words on his neck made his eyes glue shut. Each sylable filling the air with scent of the blood he just drank. “I didn’t.” His gums were throbbing and his lies were taunting him. “It’s besides the point!” Putting space between them, he could open his eyes again. “It’s not right…” Weakness showed in his voice, he hated fighting his nature but it was the correct thing to do. “These people deserve to live, Karras.”

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@xvillainoux​ // surprise!!

Bored.     It was the one word Valya could use to describe how she felt. It typically was. The bar was empty and it had been all — night — long... Normally the desolate place would be packed this late in the night; it pissed her off when there was no fun with her job. What’s good about standing behind an empty bar with no drunk customers to keep you amused? Nothing that’s what. Which is why she’d gained the mildest form of entertainment scratching the numbers off the till’s buttons. In a daze from performing the same action for the past half an hour; she had failed to observe the third customer of the dull evening come in.

Hearing a stool behind her moving however, did capture her attention. She paused for a small moment before standing impatiently and approaching them. “So what-” The question she was supposed to ask getting radically shifted when her eyes had focused on the customer. “-the fuck...” Stunned, her footing came to a stand-still. Who is this? This didn’t make sense; this had to be a fever dream. She inevitably had to wake up; now. Laughing in disbelief, she took a few steps back. “You’re joking, right?” She spoke, starting to turn away but immediately reversing back to look at the other.

Standing directly in front, Valya felt sick to her stomach.     This isn’t real.     She isn’t real.         “Who?” She managed to get out in her breathlessness, her hand running through her hair in attempts to ground herself in some way. “What?” She had dealt with a lot of shit and always managed to know what to say but this; how do you respond to this? A long lost twin?

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tiktok quotes that make me think of valya ;;

“i need all of you to listen to me very carefully! moving in with three thirty year old men off of craigslist; when you’re eighteen years old. is not like new girl.”

“the other day i swallowed a button thinking it was a pill.”

“i’m sorry i’ve just been so pent up with rage lately, i think it’s because... because my fucking eyelashes are not. SUFFICIENT today FIRST OF ALL! what the fuck was that inner corner bullshit.”

“am i not gonna take my meds for the fourth day in a row? because....... y’kn-i-uh... i don’t have a reason, but like. i’m still not gonna take em.”

“this goes out to the person that said ‘i can’t tell if you’re thriving or you’re completely unstable.’ i just want to let you know; yes.”

“the homeless guy that lives in these tunnels under the freeway said i sounded good so that’s all that matters.”

bonus:

( nicki minaj playing in the background ) *when the voice in my head has been bullying me all day and then decides to have a stand up comedy sketch* don’t be tryna double back, i already despise you ( singing the entire time ) “put a finger down if you were involved with some really bad people in high-school and by bad people i don’t just mean the ‘bad crowd ’ there. i mean REALLY scary people. so, when you’re fifteen you go to a house party with them and a stranger at the house party mistakes you for the woman who stole three grand from him. so in his anger he stabs you in the back. then he realised you weren’t the woman who stole three-k from him so he gives you fifty dollars to not call the cops. you clean it with vodka and keep the fifty dollars.”        *puts finger down*

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hellscapist‌:

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Vasile rolled his eyes, looking down on the pathetic display Drew was giving him in the alley beneath. Glass in hand, he sat perched on a low roof nearby, amusement on his lips. In the dark, the red liquid could have easily been mistaken for wine – a rather thick wine – but just as expensive as a finely aged one. “You’re wasting all that perfectly fine blood.”  

The guilt in his stomach quickly spoilt into anger upon hearing the other’s mocking voice. Which thanks to his heightened senses, sounded like it came from beside him. A small flinch caused him to jolt backwards, seeing nothing his head shot upwards to see the other stalking him from above. “You,” He grumbled. “Why the fuck are you here?” He yelled up, his voice cracking slightly in disgust; both in the other’s presence and his own state.