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ย ย ย ย ย ย sheโs ย always ย been ย an ย eater ย , ย for ย her ย aunts ย raised ย her ย well ย . ย eat ย whatโs ย in ย front ย of ย you ย , ย and ย if ย youโre ย good ย , ย you ย get ย a ย treat ย . ย as ย for ย sweets ? ย well ย , ย it ย was ย the ย one ย thing ย that ย she ย could ย buy ย for ย herself ย and ย wouldnโt ย be ย GONE ย the ย next ย day ย due ย to ย a ย very ย greedy ย familiar-demon-cat ย . ย ย โ ย i ย - ย i ย wasnโt ย going ย to ย take ย it ? ย โ ย sabrina ย canโt ย help ย but ย ask ย the ย other ย with ย a ย question ย , ย brow ย raising ย underneath ย her ย bangs ย with ย confusion ย . ย ย โ ย i ย was ย going ย to ย ask ย if ย it ย was ย good ย , ย actually ! ย i ย usually ย go ย for ย cupcakes ย . ย multiple ย at ย a ย time ย , ย โ ย the ย witch ย continues ย with ย a ย shrug ย .ย ย
she managed to find it in herself to ease up when the young woman before her expressed nothing but sheer curiosity. optimism and extroversion that strong had a tendency to repel her quicker than a hideous, pre-worn pair of crocs ( which said a lot ), but this was the good place -- this placeโs suffocating atmosphere was in the name: good, so she couldnโt exactly expect more. the smile that found its way on to her face seemed effortless, but in reality, it was anything but. villanelle had a talent for hiding such things, though.ย โ sorry, โ she apologized, her tone taking on a sweet demeanor,ย โ iโm not used to being watched around here. everybody seems... โ weird. discomforting. irritatingly dismissive. did she mention weird?ย โ spaced out. itโs sugary. iโve always liked ice cream more than cake. and itโs a well-known fact that everybody likes one or the other more, never both equally. โ she stated in a matter-of-fact manner, like she was able to gain a read on this woman simply based on her dessert preferences. honestly, it was a lot more telling than youโd think.ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ ย ย nothing ย beats ย a ย shake ย from ย pops, ย ย โ ย ย archie ย starts, ย forgetting ย the ย person ย heโs ย talking ย to ย is ย most ย likely ย NOT ย from ย riverdale, ย & ย would ย thusย have ย no ย idea ย what ย pops ย is. ย itโs ย such ย a ย staple ย to ย the ย small ย town, ย he ย can ย hardly ย fathom ย the ย notion ย of ย someone ย not ย knowing ย the ย shoppe. ย for ย that ย reason ย โ ย he ย beats ย on, ย mind ย paying ย no ย worry ย to ย thisย apparent ย issue. ย ย โ ย ย โ ย &ย ย the ย place ย they ย got ย in ย crossning ย is ย fine, ย sure ย ! ย but ย itโs ย not ย just ย a ย stroll ย away, ย like ย pops ย was. ย ย โ ย ย he ย takes ย another ย spoonful ย of ย his ย cookies ย n ย cream ย flavored ย maltย shake, ย shrugging. ย ๐๐ ย ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ย ๐๐๐๐, ย ๐๐ ย ๐๐๐๐๐ย ย !
yeah, she had no idea what pops was. the standard, all-american diner was not something she was familiar with, even when she was still going about her days... yโknow, in the real world, and not whatever special brand of hell in disguise this place was -- had to be. as a matter of fact, this guy sounded like one of those characters from those cheesy all-american high school flicks, and he seemed to be somehow managing to ooze optimism despite his disappointment towards the shake he was working on.ย โ what makes those shakes so special? โ villanelle finally asked, absentmindedly stirring her spoon around in her own strawberry shake,ย โ iโve never found a shake worth getting that excited about. โ she deadpanned.
ย ย ย ย ย yes. ย ย it ย was ย true, ย ย ย ย dorothea ย had ย a ย sweet ย tooth. ย ย ย ย her ย love ย for ย deserts ย far ย outweighed ย her ย hatred ย of ย fish, ย ย amongst ย a ย variety ย of ย other ย dishes. ย ย ย ย but ย in ย the ย middle ย of ย a ย war, ย ย ย ย supplies ย to ย feed ย an ย army, ย a ย village ย and ย a ย monastery ย had ย always ย been ย slim ย ย ( ย especially ย with ย casparโs ย appetite ย ย ) ย let ย alone ย enough ย supplies ย in ย order ย to ย craft ย the ย finest ย of ย desserts. ย ย ย ย ย ย yet, ย ย although ย she ย did ย enjoy ย a ย sweet ย treat ย she ย never ย perhaps ย saw ย the need for ย food ย in ย the ย way ย others ย did. ย ย
ย ย โ ย oh, ย ย no ย โ ย ย i ย wasnโt ย ! " ย she ย raised ย her ย hands, ย ย flustered ย at ย the ย accusation. ย ย it ย came ย from ย a ย raw ย spot, ย ย a ย nerve ย dorothea ย barely ย remembered ย having. ย ย but ย there ย is ย trauma ย from ย growing ย up ย on ย the ย streets ย that ย underline ย her ย every ย thought, ย and ย still ย deeply ย embarrass ย the ย songstress ย to ย her ย core. ย โ ย i ย was ย merely ย observing ย how ย much ย you ย were ย enjoying ย it ย โ ย that ย ! ย ย ย i ย โฆ ย donโt ย actually ย know ย what ย that ย is, โ ย ย she ย admitted, ย down ย cast ย eyes, ย turning ย away ย ever ย so ย slightly ย from ย villanelle. โ ย i ย assume ย itโs ย nice ย though ย ? ย well, ย ย iโm ย sure everything here ย is ย nice ย โ โ
it seemed that she had clearly struck a nerve, something she seemed to excel at -- whether she was consciously attempting to or not. she watched on in a sense of intrigue as the nameless woman seemed to visibly deflate before her eyes, her gaze curious and observant, and consciously made an effort to look a touch more friendly and approachable, the corners of her lips curling upwards to form a smile.ย
โ brigadeiro, โ villanelle spoke up, and she did so with flair and sheer drama evident in her tone, like she truly did get a kick out of the way it tumbled off of her tongue and slipped past her lips,ย โ hagelslag is better. more fun to say, like a character out of a dorky fantasy novel. โ she pointed out with an amused snort. she couldnโt quite put her finger on when sheโd ever gotten the opportunity to try the traditional dutch treat, like it was the beginning of a memory that she hadnโt quite unearthed yet, but it was something she found herself easily shrugging off in favor of inspecting the young woman some more.ย โ everything is peachy, actually. โ weirdly so. and though she didnโt vocalize that, the distaste was evident in her tone. โ do you normallyย โmerely observe people enjoying thingsโ? some people call that just a little bit creepy. โ the brunette pointed out, her eyebrows shooting up as she did so.ย
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Pansy had seen a few muggle neighbourhoods in her time. Lived in a couple too. But this afterlife โ this good place was something else. The house sheโd been given wasโฆ very American, lots of big lawns and white fences โ places that should be filled be families. Sheโd wandered through a couple of these, before, and never truly felt at home there. But she found herself drawn to Ligliano on her first day, itโs cobbled streets not really matching up to those from Diagon Alley, but close enough that she had decided to take up a loitering space. Looking perhaps out of place with that blank face, glassy eyes. Dead.
โHey.โ She pushes the word out at the nearest person, not used to the crowds here. All presumably dead. โYou dead too?โ
an ugly bout of deja vu had crept up on the brunette from where she stood; this place eerily resembled italy -- where she couldโve sworn she spent a decent chunk of her time, not that she remembered much of it. -- to a tee, and yet... her own gaze was void from where she gazed at the sea of people flocking to and fro, each and every one of them oozing superficiality that she could smell from a mile away. she felt like she was peering through a window or watching some faux excuse for life pass her by on screen, and it was only when she heard a voice that she tore her gaze away from the crowd, finding herself staring at a stranger who looked almost as empty as villanelle felt.ย โ hi, โ she greeted, a smile forming on her face that didnโt quite reach her eyes,ย โ the dead canโt mingle just as much as the living canโt? good to know.โ she retorted, but her voice was uncharacteristically gentle and perhaps even friendly.ย โ i donโt feel it, but here i am. iโm still trying to decipher if this is meant to be heavenly or torturous. it looks like youโve already decided. โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ ย ย โ ย ย ย who do ย you ย think ย has ย the ย biggest ย secret ย here ? ย ย โ ย ย ย ย daphne ย has ย never had to ย try ย and ย make ย friends ย before. ย she ย had ย friends, ย 3 ย of ย them ย and ย a ย dog ย too ย โ ย ย ย ย perhaps, ย ย ย ย just maybe, ย the ย damsel ย was ย just ย a bit rusty ย on ย the ย correct ย ice ย breakers. ย ย & ย what ย person ย is ย unhealthily ย interested ย in ย the ย private ย lives ย of ย others ย ? ย ย ย ย freckled ย cheeks ย lighting ย up ย in ย a ย smile, ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ ย thereโs ย probably ย a ย lot ย of ย incredible ย stories ย and ย mysteries ย in ย every ย person ย you ย see, ย ย ย ย like, ย ย they ย totally ย had ย to ย do ย something crazy to ย get ย into ย here ย โ ย - ย right ย ? ย ย โย ย ย
as someone with plenty of metaphorical blood on her hands, villanelle would have to say that her own secrets could give just about anybody a run for their money. she remained silent for a few moments, contemplative, an amused expression settling across her sharp but oddly delicate features at the thought of the secrets most of these people mustโve held;ย โ one time, i forgot to say thank you after someone held the door for me, โ orย โ once, i silently fantasized about slapping my worst enemy across the face. โ tearing herself away from her thoughts, she turned her attention towards the young woman as she went on, waiting for her to finish before she spoke -- some people had a true talent for blabbing your ears off.ย โ something tells me that the craziest thing that most of them did to get here is die.ย โ she deadpanned, even if something felt off enough about this place to make her inclined to believe that maybe everybody here was far from innocent. how alluring. leaning forward, she gave her head a slight tilt to one side, speaking lowly:ย โ the prettiest ones always have the most to hide. โ she murmured, her expression cold and somewhat accusatory, like she believed that she held the deepest, darkest secret. but then --ย โ i bet one of them tried to pull off crocs. thatโs insane. โ she stated nonchalantly with a snort, like someone had flipped a switch.ย
like a child left unattended in a candy shop, villanelle was absolutely in her element. sure, there was that nagging, underlying reminder that she was somewhere that she absolutely didnโt belong, but that voice in the back of her mind, the logical and self-aware one? definitely not very loud or dominant throughout her life, and certainly not very loud right now. she was an opportunist at her core; the lavish life excited her. naturally, the quaint parts of this so-called good place bored her to no end, and the people made her want to tear her hair out, but this part? this was nice. colohuara was proving to be one of her favorite spots, with vibrant colors and paved walkways that reminded her of... something familiar.ย
dark, doe-like hues remained locked on the bite-sized dessert she was balancing between her fingers, her eyebrows knitted together in curiosity. brigadeiro, they told her. she liked the way that it rolled off of her tongue. she could feel a set of eyes on her, and it drew her focus away from admiring and examining the dessert, her eyebrows shooting up. โ what? โ she questioned skeptically, not used to gaining much attention here thus far. shifting her gaze between the dessert and the stranger, she suddenly nursed the dessert close to her chest in a possessive manner, โ iโm not sharing. โ the ex-assassin stated sternly, bluntly, expression unwavering. however, after a few beats, one corner of her mouth twitched upwards in the slightest, her gaze growing inquisitive. reading people was, after all, second nature to her. old habits died hard. โ have you ever tried it? โ
( ย shay mitchell. ย 27. ย she/her. ย ) ย everythingโs fine, ย OKSANA โVILLANELLEโ ASTANKOVA, ย youโre in the good place! ย do you remember your last days in ย KILLING EVE? but donโt worry, your ย ( sleek pantsuits for every occasion, a thick russian accent dripping from blunt remarks, a misplaced, childish glint lingering within ice cold eyes, an undeniable and magnetic pull towards a foe, crimson red blood caked within perfectly manicured fingernails. ) ย will fit perfectly with the rest of the good place, so long as you commit to the ย THE FRIGID FEMME FETALE ย despite your tendency to commit to ย ( impulsiveness ) ย that the architect of the good place said you were. itโll just be like a fun acting exercise! just play along and everything will continue to be fun.ย
hi hi !! ellie here , and iโm way too psyched to have the opportunity to babble all about my precious baby assassin . i must warn in advance that some parts of the introduction may contain : mentions of violence , death , blood / gore . however , iโll absolutely try to keep it from being too vivid . if youโre interested in plotting with miss villanelle ( she only bites a solid 80% of the time ) , feel free to reach out to me here or on discord ! ladies and gents , buckle up because this is gonna be a l o n g ride .ย
b a s i c s .ย
- full name :ย ะะบัะฐะฝะฐ ะะฝะฐัะพะปัะตะฒะฝะฐ ะััะฐะฝะบะพะฒะฐ ( oksana anatoljevna astankova )
ย ย call her anything but villanelle and she will stomp on your foot, though.
- alias : villanelle.ย
- age : twenty - seven.ย
- orientation: chaotic lesbian.ย
- place of origin : russia ; specifics beyond that are unknown.ย
- fandom : killing eve ( wonโt be basing her off of theย โcodename: villanelleโ novels ).ย
b a c k g r o u n d . ( did i go overboard ? you bet ! )
- not much is known about villanelleโs childhood; oksana was born somewhere in russia. however, she spent her life as an orphan, never knowing who her parents were and drifting through the system. for the most part, she went through her years relatively unbothered by this. for reasons that are unknown, she refuses to speak her native russian, however, and refuses to be referred to by her birth name, suggesting that she doesnโt embrace her past.ย
- from a young age, she showed intellect beyond compare and was considered a gifted student. she held an affinity for learning languages, her favorite of which was french, and was considered the top of her class. her brains, however, did little to cancel out her unnerving personality and her increasingly violent tendencies.ย
- somewhere along the line, oksana developed an intense bout of admiration bordering on obsession for a teacher of hers named anna aanmokoba. the woman took her underneath her wing and fostered her growth as a student, something oksana mistook for love and passion. because of this, she would gift anna expensive perfumes, designer clothing, and write her love letters in french, feeding off of the attention she was showered in. anna, however, claimed that the only reason she paid special attention to oksana was because everybody else feared her too much to be around her.ย
- oksana eventually grew to firmly believe that annaโs husband was the one preventing them from ever being together. one day, when anna returned home from work, she found balloons and a cake in her apartment, like there was a special occasion worth celebrating. upon further inspection, she also found her husband -- dead. oksana had murdered him in cold blood and, like a giddy child, took great pride in what she had done, viewing it as simply removing an obstacle that stood in her way.ย
- after the murder, she was shipped off to a prison, where she spent five years. throughout those five years, she never stopped writing to anna, however, one day, the letters simply stopped and oksanaโs belongings had been shipped to annaโs apartment, leading her to believe that she had died in prison.ย
- in reality, oksana had been recruited to be a professional assassin by an elusive organization known as the twelve. she was given the codename of villanelle and was aided in completely ditching her old identity. she had been reborn, and she quickly rose in the ranks as one of the organizationโs most notorious assassins; her kills were dramatic and brutal, and she spent years leaving officials that spanned across multiple countries scratching their heads.ย
- along the way, villanelle had developed a close bond with herย โhandlerโ (the one responsible for keeping her in check and assigning her targets), konstantin vasiliev. their relationship resembled that of a father-daughter bond; she grew easily jealous of konstantinโs real family, which consisted of a wife and a daughter, seeking out what sheโd been robbed of for most of her childhood. (daddy issues? check.)ย
- all was well, until a fascinating, gutsy, determined woman had her in her sights: eve polastri, a british intelligence agent assigned with taking villanelle down. once more, villanelle found herself absolutely thriving on the attention she was showered in, selfishly seeking out more. it was difficult to determine if villanelle genuinely fostered the ability to fall in love with the woman, or if she craved the attention and the adrenaline that came from the chase.
- villanelleโs connection with eve was undeniable and unbreakable, and like a leech, she attached herself to eve and sucked her dry of everything she had; she ruined her relationship with her husband, she was responsible for the death of eveโs mentor and best friend, and she even drove eve to do truly questionable and morally reprehensible things. the two did, however, seem to care for and about one another, and neither could deny the odd dynamic/relationship they shared.ย
- the game of cat-and-mouse that ensued between them didnโt stop. not until, after failing to kill konstantin when a hit was put on him by the twelve (in an inexplicable turn of events that likely suggested that he had betrayed them in one form or another), villanelle found eve in her apartment, the place entirely ransacked in an impulsive bout of rage on the operativeโs end.ย
- they found themselves lying face-to-face in bed, sharing an intimate moment, before eve had pulled out a knife. after insisting that she wasnโt capable of something so violent, villanelle ended up eating her words, because eve had stabbed her in the abdomen. however, the womanโs humanity shone through, because she grew frantic to help villanelle after realizing what she had done. by that point, villanelle had already staggered off of the bad, grabbed a gun, and tried to shoot at eve in her own fit of rage. by the time that eve had returned to the room, villanelle was seemingly gone.ย
- in reality, villanelle had managed to make it outside of her apartment, right before operatives sent by the twelve (with a new agenda: to kill her after she failed to get rid of konstantin) ransacked the place. she miraculously dragged herself, bleeding and on the verge of collapsing, to the street and, when she failed to pick up a ride a la the hitchhikerโs method, threw herself in the way of an oncoming cab with the hope of picking up a ride that way. this recklessness, however, proved to be her ultimate downfall and led to her death.ย
long story short: i will be basing villanelle around the end of season 1 / the beginning of season 2 of the series, as far as her memories go. everything from season 1 and the beginning of season 2 remains canon besides, of course, the fact that she didnโt survive the stabbing. sheโll obviously be more chill here and, yโknow, not kill people, pft.ย ( here is her wikiย if youโre too lazy to read this whole thing . i donโt blame you, tbh . a bitch do be babbling about her wife . )
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