You will be visited by 3 spirits.

”The last one? I ate him. Baked him into a pie. Oh, don’t worry, I didn’t eat him all by myself. That would have been gluttonous. I split him with some friends.”

A story Stoppard told several times, in several places:

Their quiet evening reading (V just likes the vibe)

Pluribus study 💣 Well, I'm so into this *grumpy mean writer/sunshine collective mind* ship Also every frame is so beautiful, can't help painting, thank Vince ✨

Late at night 🌚 P. S. Eve works hard. So does V 🌝

“It‘s pretty, but where did you get it?” “That does not matter. I saw it and thought of you.” “Right. Only it’s a crown—what about that made you think of me?—and the news today said something about a heist on the—“ “Eve! You cannot believe everything you read in the news.” #killingevemicrofiction

I feel like I haven’t posted on bluesky in ages, probably due to being in Scotland with the girlfriend for a couple of weeks and then immediately getting sick on return, but I’m still alive and around and thinking about Them as always.

Some pre-halloween villaneve adventures 🎃 This time of the year is pretty traumatic

everyone on here seems to think that there's just one feature you can add or remove from social media to make people not go insane on here. this belief, i think, is itself a form of madness

“Did I wash one of your dry clean only things again?" A shake of the head. "Accidentally forget to buy the type of pasta you wanted?" Another shake, then a pause. "Yes," the other woman said. "Eve, you never get the right one. But that is not why I am upset."

Sleep is a biological necessity, and sleep deprivation has real physical, psychological, and social consequences that need to be taken seriously. The way our society treats it as slothful to sleep according to natural rhythms (including midday naps and variant chronotypes like night owls) is evil.

Don't make me tap the sign youtu.be/3WSKKolgL2U?...

To look at her 🍁 I just wanted smth with a strong autumn vibe but it ended up to be the most romantic illustration of the season

🤩🤩🤩🤩 Could not be more excited!

Nobody It was the most touching to me, to see V's attempts to become "better", being so freaking lonely at the same time. I come back to these moments again and again (as well as to Eve feeling completely crushed after Rome) Mitski's Nobody is the perfect soundtrack to it 💔

Rio breathed out with relief akin to a dying person’s final breath, a moment of complete surrender—but where other people surrendered to Death, Death surrendered to Agatha.

I hope the new Wicked: For Good trailer gets more people on board with Glinda/Morrible toxic yuri

Thinking about big scary life decisions today. Being an adult is sometimes hard.

Bonjour ☕

Once again, Jesus Christ, if your own policy would ban, like, The Handmaid's Tale, The Colour Purple, One Hundred Years of Solitude, A Clockwork Orange, Blood Meridian, Measure For Measure, like.... what are we doing here. What is this for

It is wild that Charlie Kirk of all things is becoming *the* litmus test. Even just talking about the event publicly without a sufficient supply of sackcloth and ashes is cast as "promoting political violence." I haven't seen this kind of mandatory performance of allegiance and piety since 9/11.

The train is wall-to-wall people. It will be easy to sneak up on her prey. She’s deciding on a witty opening line when a hand grabs her shoulder. “That’s my scarf,” Eve says. She is very close. Her eyes are very wide. Her hair looks so pretty. Her lips—

✨️ QRP with your woman art!✨ #art #illustration #killingeve

Someone should really do an academic study on the gender politics implicit in A/B/O

Morning, Eve ☕ I'm enjoying acrylic markers so much (just received a hell pile of languo ones)

Eve’s going kill the person who took Bill away from her—the woman who wants and desires and fantasizes, the one choking on monotony, clawing at the bars of a cage she’s built for herself. Once she’s dead and gone, everything will finally feel normal again #killingevemicrofiction

Got a (perfectly nice!) comment on my very dystopian, very thoroughly tagged kink fic that the reader thought the fic was too extreme for their tastes and was going to stop reading. Very valid on their part, just baffled why they felt the need to inform me, the author, about it.

A video on the hate campaign against Ms. Rachel for being pro-Palestinian children, but really a video about right-wing attacks on children's early education, but really a video about the importance of emotional literacy. Fantastic watch

Had a really nice day, wrote more than I have in months and got a new chapter of silk, knives posted. Also strangely irritable for no reason I can put my finger on. Maybe just dreading the start of the work week.

Yay!! I finished one of my big and long projects, so happy! It's a full big sheet of new villaneve stickers, and I had A LOT of fun making it P. S. The file is going to my b00sty ofc (and I'm going to print it tomorrow and cover everything with THEM 😸

Apple, Eve 2.0 Finally I finished this piece 🍎 I was even thinking I ran out of steam to draw them but it was just exhaustion, physical and mental. And after I had some proper rest after work drawing I felt the urge to draw smth personal. Haha. it makes sense

Finished reading My Sister the Serial Killer. A little too vignette-y for my taste, but it did very much align with my interests.

Oh

Bill’s ghost should be cursing her, issuing accusations or maybe just going full poltergeist and tearing the room apart. Instead, it stands directly behind her, mouth ajar, eyes mournful, chest leaking spectral blood and never says anything at all. #killingevemicrofiction

“As much as anyone can be when we’re working on a Saturday. How was the rest of Bill’s birthday party?” Oksana asked. Time in the UK had reduced her Russian accent to a soft burr and the occasional odd bit of grammar.

"I'll keep her from killing anyone, at least for tonight," Eve said without looking back. "Walk away, Slayer. You're outmatched." "You will keep me from what?" Villanelle asked.

There’s nothing in Eve now but the thunder, the distant bellow of rumbling clouds rapidly accelerating as she clutches the knife with fumbling, virgin fingers. When the storm, a long time coming, bursts inside her, the rain is warm and wet and red where it falls. #killingevemicrofiction

Miss my girlfriend.

There’s only one bed. Eve is in it. Villanelle is not. She could be, she’s close enough, but then she might risk contact with the mustache in human form. So she only watches, memorizes the way Eve tosses and turns and whispers in her sleep. Then it’s time to wake Eve up. #killingevemicrofiction

2 years ago, I made a video both about people forming deep emotional bonds with AI chatbots, and about payment processors and advertisers gradually stripping the internet of anything NSFW. You can watch it here: youtu.be/3WSKKolgL2U?...

Another summer in Alaska 🪻🌼🌿 or "How Eve follows Konstantin's example" It was drawn completely for them running through this blooming meadow

THIS WORKS BTW

Eve gulps down the Thames like she’s chugging lukewarm tea before it turns cold, then kneels on biting gravel that has outlived Rome, cradles the body in shaking arms and presses lips to familiar lips. But when she opens her mouth to give air, the river rushes out instead. #killingevemicrofiction

Easily Distracted Carrot

Villanelle isn’t afraid of ghosts. She just doesn’t like them, sticky spiderwebs of the past that cling when they should let go, impossible to brush off. She prefers when the dead stay dead, buried names stay forgotten and she doesn’t wake with her mother’s voice in her ears. #killingevemicrofiction

Sorry but personally if a miniature horse woke me up from anesthesia by banging out nonsense on a miniature keyboard it would send me into a liminal space between life and death from which I would never return

Starting the morning by eating cake, drinking coffee and doing a crossword with my girlfriend. So that’s nice.