#::threads; ft katherine::

[foundationbuilt]

If Klaus knew how fun being married was , he might have done it a long time ago. The thought brought an amused smirk to his mouth as he tilted his head to the side on the pillow , surveying the sweat-coated mess of his wife , his precious doppelganger. She was always so exhausted afterwards , her fragile human body not able to withstand his hybrid stamina ( even he was amazed by that , how his strength and speed and abilities had increased , expanded , from what he would have been not that long ago ; and again , the knowledge of how much better he was these days had his blood pumping from exhilaration as well as anger , because it had been half a millennia he had been denied who he was ... )

In an effort to distract himself from such thoughts ( his mother , his father , that nightmare of a night and all those that followed ) Klaus instead settled on Katerina's rapid heartbeat. One of the things he found incredibly displeasing about their sexual activities was that he couldn't bite her , except sparingly in the heat of the moment when she could mistake it for pleasure , not realizing that he was drinking ; fortunately , the sensation could be extremely pleasurable when done correctly. Even so , Klaus was used to being able to drink till he was content , having his bed a little bit more ... messy in the aftermath. He comforted himself with the knowledge that he could snatch a maid on the way to breakfast , excusing himself for a bathroom break ; it would be delicious to sit across from his wonderfully devoted lover with the taste of blood still lingering on his tongue , accompanied by the flush in her cheeks every time she looked at him. It was an intoxicating thought , exciting in the promise of something to come , and in the meantime he allowed his ears to settle onto her heartbeat pounding like a drum ( thump-thump , thump-thump , thump-thump ) , slowly but steadily settling into a gentler rhythm. It was satisfying , comforting even in its familiarity , but then something else caught his attention ; in the quietness of their chambers , it should be only the two of them — so where was the other heartbeat coming from ...?

It took Klaus a long moment to realize the additional heartbeat was originating from Katerina, quieter ( softer , less steady ) than her own but undeniably there , now that he was listening for it. It took several more before the realization of how such a possibility existed sank in to Klaus' baffled mind: she was with child.

Quick as a flash , faster than he would have moved around her prior , he was sitting up straight and staring down at her , sprawled tiredly in their sheets , with a growing anger lost in bewilderment. How dare she —

❝ What have you done ? ❞ Klaus demanded , the words almost lost in a growl rumbling deep in his chest . The question was pointless , however ; it was clear what she had done. More importantly — ❝ Who ? Who have you dared to — ❞ He couldn't even get the words out , infuriated , a red cloud overcoming his mind. That she would even think of betraying him in such a manner ... ❝ To think of all the betrayals you could have made ... ❞ To think of how he could have possibly missed it ; to have become as foolish as Mikael , to have his wife lay with another , to sire a child out of wedlock ... ❝ Did you think me a fool ? Was this your plan all along ? ❞

Had she thought him stupid enough to believe it would be his own , to raise it like his own so that her child could have the nobility of a lord ? Her naivety could be contributed to her ignorance of his true nature , but for her to have even given it the thought ... Klaus heaved out a harsh breath , fist clenching in the bedsheet and ripping easily through the fabric. The next clench would be around her throat , stuffing out this lustrous whore as quick as he had his mother , if she did not confess to the sins she had committed ( and yes , even after that ).

[roscgarden]

"So Forbes has a brother- where have you been hiding all this time?"

                        once   ears   register   the      FAMILIAR      tonality   ,      one   of   which   he   instantly   assumed   belonged   to   his   little   sister’s   childhood   best   friend   ,      william   straightened his   posture   from   where   he’d   been   crouched   underneath   the   kitchen   sink   of   the   Forbes’   household   .      the   very   one   their   late   mother   had   lived   in   before   her   recent   passing   .      he’s   been   trying   to   fix   the   leaky   faucet   ,      the   constant   dripping   into   the   drain   had   been   keeping   him   awake   for   the   past   week   he’d   been   staying   there   .                         he   pulls   an   oil   stained   rag   from   his   back   pocket   of   dark   wash   jeans   ,      quickly   rubbing   his   palms   off   as   he   finally   lets   dark   hues   land   on   elena   gilbert   .      ❛      hey   elena   ,      ❜   thick   brows   pull   together   before   he   has   a   chance   to   control   his   features   ,      will   doesn’t   want   to   seem   rude   by   appearing   confused   at   the   girl’s   arrival   .      but   he   doesn’t   exactly   remember   caroline   mentioning   that   her   friend   would   be   stopping   by   .      ❛      jeez      ,      i   knew   my   sister   was   going   to   give   me   a   hard   time   about   how   long   it’s   been   since   i   visited   .      but   i   didn’t   expect   you   to   forget   about   me   so   quickly   !   .      ❜      a   gentle   ,      welcoming   smile   finally   settles   on   freckled   features   .      slanted      &      warm   .      ❛      it’s   good   to   see   you   .      but   i   don’t   think   care   is   home   right   now   .      —      is   she   late   meeting   you   here   ?      ❜

[prettymvgic]

closed starter for @grav3encovnters

she   had   teased   him   all   night   and   now   she   finally   had   him   in   his   bed   ;   and   handcuffed.   she   straddled   his   waist   for   a   moment   knowing   she   could   have   him   anyway   she   pleased   but   she   didn't   want   that   -   not   him,   she   wanted   his   money   &   she   knew   that   he   had   plenty   of   it.   with   a   wide   grin,   she   lowered   herself   down.   

"now,   don't   take   this   personal   but   ...   where's   the   safe?" 

[ac1nums-moved]

@goldenlilja, malee pria-birgisdottir required a starter from katherine von swartzschild.

" you may think you have me figured out, Malee, but i assure you, there's always more to the story. secrets are the currency of our kind, after all. "

[hedies]

a dismissive noise. lacking for resources didn't mean you didn't have any ( in her case meaning : wit. guile. cruelty. a length of rope to hang herself ---- and anyone else who'd ever touched her ---- with ...... survivorship or pariahship ; the same thing , really. when you become untouchable , you're unable to touch ). but by god , how quick some people were to roll over and die when they had their powers stripped. matt donovan would really outlive them all. " you can't give up now , katherine. you haven't even lived long enough to disappoint your daughter yet. " poor nadia. poor dead nadia. maybe she'd have a better go of it this time around ...... or maybe not. the world may have changed , but he doubted katherine did. kadri snorted. " try again. "

it would've been too much to have some goddamned peace and quiet , wouldn't it ?? really , of all the sleezy bars in this rotted stretch of la katherine could've crawled into , it would be this one , wouldn't it ?? it was almost nostalgic. kadri downed a shot. fought back a laugh. " you're being disingenuous or pathetic. neither works on me. " because the great katherine pierce giving up so easily ?? laying down to die ?? well that wasn't the hellbitch he knew and hated. maybe the end times really were upon them. eyes turned to her , assessing. not so aged yet ---- but she would be. lines and aches and brittle bones. time was catching up with her. on another day , he might have envied that. today , her just envied her tolerance. " what happened to plan q ?? "

[radicalrascals]

A Helper In Need

Original Character | FC: Gerardo Celasco

Threads | Headcanons | Aesthetics | Open Starters

NAME: Nathan "V" Vega

AGE: late 30s - early 40s

SPECIES: human

PROFESSION: EMT

Short Bio

Nathan is a seasoned EMT and thrives in the chaos of saving lives while quietly wrestling with his own struggles. Born to a Salvadoran father and an American mother, Sergio grew up tough and resourceful, but his greatest sacrifice came when he donated sperm so his sister could have a child with her wife. Watching over Mateo as an uncle while secretly longing to acknowledge him as his son weighs heavily on him. Off duty, Nathan mentors at-risk youth, using his grit and empathy to guide others, though his bottled emotions and dark humor often isolate him.

Relationships

tbd

Playlist

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Detailed Profile

FULL NAME: Nathan Sergio Vega

KNOWN AS: Nathan Vega

NICKNAMES: V (pronounced "Vee"), Nate (by his family)

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SPECIES: human

RESIDENCE: ?

PROFESSION: EMT

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AGE: late 30s - early 40s

DATE OF BIRTH: December 12th

PLACE OF BIRTH: ?

NATIONALITY: Salvadoran-American

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PARENTS: Katherine Vega & Júlio Vega

SIBLING: Carla Sampson (older sister)

SON: Mateo Sampson

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FACE CLAIM: Gerardo Celasco

HEIGHT: 6.1 ft (1.85m)

NOTABLE FEATURES: ?

STYLE: ?

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LANGUAGES: Spanish (native), English (native)

SPEECH MANNERISM: ?

STRENGTHS: ?

WEAKNESSES: ?

INTERESTS: ?

VICES: ?

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NSFW

Nathan is romantically and sexually attracted to men.

[xepiphany]

"of course i would, i wouldn't dare miss the blind intense chemistry that's bound to happen thanks to these masks. it happens at every ball, and the fire behind it could call into question your own fire, petrova." whether she was to witness or experience it, history tells stories of the future and maeve knew that no matter how many years passed, a mikaelson party would always be both extremely outrageous and predictable. while some favored the former, she was leaning towards the latter these days. "why find better company when the company i keep brings you to me?"

She's wondering the halls of the manor, careful not to wonder into anymore forbidden rooms- or maybe she isn't, it's hard to tell if Katherine means to end up where she does. On accident, or entirely purposeful. There's a few steps, her chin tilted as she observed the other with the faintest smile touching the brims of parted lips. "Of course you would be here." Her tone isn't soft, though it never quite is- but there is a lingering of fondness wrapped around them. "And I'd hoped you'd find better company to party with these days." The Mikaelsons may not have been her guests of choice, but for what it's worth- she enjoyed the o'hara's presence more than most.

[salaciousneeds]

Closed starter: @nebraskaseemsnice

It had been years since world had gone to shit. Katherine had done okay on her own for the first few weeks. Her skills as an outdoor guide had leant to her ability to make it through that hellish time of not understanding what was happening and running through the nightmare that the landscape had become. She couldn’t do it all on her own though. Being one person just wasn’t feasible. Group after group had been a miserable failure in the human experiment. That was until Negan had come alone. He was charismatic and seemed that he genuinely wanted to try and make things seem right again. Katherine knew that the world was a dog eat dog place now. They had to take care of their own, not that she always agreed with the methods that they went about ensuring their survival.

She was a top Savior, someone that was close to the man in charge. It was a position she had though she coveted until the mess with Rick came along. There were too many bodies already and anything that continued would only lead to more. Negan wasn’t going to back down and he had only become harsher as the entanglement the communities found themselves in went on.

It’s why she was hoofing it to Alexandria. She had to make an offer, had to try to do something to try and stop the mess that was going to rain down on their heads. She didn’t expect to run across the very man in question not far from the walls of the community. “Grimes.” She knew she was taking a chance coming out here but she really didn’t have much to lose when it came to her interactions with Rick. Her getting caught by Negan could have far worse consequences.

[cruelsxmmcr]

WHEN & WHERE: day thirty-one / night / post-recoupling / lounge area

Dylan hadn’t been prepared to see Naomi at that firepit and the way things went down, them spewing poison at each other in front of everyone didn’t sit well with him. He was angry and hurt at her, sure, the sight of her at that firepit has caused a whirlwind of emotions—both negative and positive, but the way they talked to each other was not right. He had no right to be upset seeing her coupled up, but it did upset him, because Dylan coming back single for her was an option he considered. He’s glad he didn’t and he maintains he made the right choice coming in with Adela and deciding to give them the fair shot they both deserve. He’d be fighting a losing battle. For the past few days, all he’s wanted was to talk to her, but now that it was time, a part of him wants to leave the chat till tomorrow, lest they are both too worked up tonight, but he doesn’t want to postpone this and it’s not fair for him, Naomi, or Adela to keep postponing. He’s almost positive the conversation won’t remain on neutral grounds, purely because Naomi’s fiery.

After this chat with Callie, he goes to find Naomi, hoping she’s not still talking to Josh, so when he finds her alone in the lounge area, he makes his way towards her. “I reckon we should talk, yeah?” he starts, his tone calm and firm yet a little pained and frustrated, too, clear on his eyes. His heart hurts looking at her, now that they’re not surrounded by other islanders and emotions aren’t running as high (still high enough, mind you), he can focus on her, on how she looks. Fuck, this is going to be so difficult. He wishes he could turn off his feelings for her with a simple snap of his fingers, but alas. “Whatever happened at the fire pit... this isn’t how we talk to each other.” If she wants an explosive, toxic fight, she has Josh for that. He doesn’t regret the things he said per se, he meant them, and they came from a position of hurt, but he doesn’t like the way they came out. Dylan’s not big on confrontation, and he anticipates this to go badly, for them to yell a bit, to expel that anger they both feel. Part of him wants to yell at her, just tell her how much she’s hurt him and how she made him out to be the biggest fool on this show and played with his heart like it didn’t mean much, but he maintains composure in an attempt to control the situation when he knows Naomi won’t be capable of that. || @heatwayve​​​​

[murderchased]

           *      𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄     and    interrogation    of    one    mrs    katherine    hirsch     ,           aka          a  meeting  .

interior  ,        the    study    of    the    gellhorn    manor  .      night  .   she  hadn’t  been  asked  to  take  part  on  any  questionings,  per  se,  but  things  always  sort  of  folded  themselves  that  way.    margot  didn’t  leave  the  house  much  nowadays,  avoided  the  media  and  avoided  people  at  any  cost    --    but  came  prepared  whenever  avoidance  wasn’t  an  option.    liddy  wasn’t  the  type  of  person  to  engage  with  policemen    --    let’s  leave  it  at  that    --,    by  so  making  margot  dumaurier,  murder  mystery  author,  the  one  best  versed  person  to  handle  the  situation  while  they  still  couldn’t  contact  anyone  on  the  outside  of  the  house.

of  course,  the  fair  rain  turned  storm  didn’t  help,  and  the  way  a  tree  near  the  entryway  seemed  to  have  blocked  their  only  way  out  wasn’t  exactly  good  news.  truth  be  told,  they  didn’t  have  any  news  to  call  good  then.  there  was  a  dead  body  in  the  pool    --    well,    recently  removed  from  it,    now  lying  by  its  border  like  an  overgrown  fish  stuck  in  the  sand.  liddy  had  already  gone  through  a  couple  breakdowns  following  the  sight  of  the  body  (though  the  one  sentence  she  muttered  seemed  more  worried  about  the  pool  part  rather  than  the  dead  body    --    it  had  been  dozens  of  dollars  recently  put  on  that  new  pool,  after  all;  and  only  by  margot’s  reassurance,  that  she  would  take  care  of  it  and  make  sure  whoever  did  it  was  punished,  did  poor  lydia  calm  down.  she  picked  her  yellowed  little  notebook  from  her  purse,  asked  thomas  for  a  pen  and  questioned  each  and  every  person  she  encountered.

you  see,  no  one  really  questioned  it.    she  seemed  to  know  what  she  was  doing,    if  anything  used  to  it      --      and  that  was  a  whole  thing  for  itself.  people  seemed  to  have  this  strange  impression  that  margot  was  a  terminally  grieving  woman,    followed  by  death  everywhere  she  went,    though  there  never  had  a  day  where  she  didn’t  profit  out  of  that.    of  course,    she  didn’t  love  the  whole  prospect  of  murder    --    but  wasn’t  her  overly  accostumed  to  it  mind  the  source  of  all  her  riches?    didn’t  she  find  a  way  to  turn  every  other  encounter  with  death  into  a  riveting  tale  for  the  pages?  oh,  death  chased  her  alright.    at  this  point,  however,  she  simply  chose  not  to  run  anymore.

she  approaches  the  study  room.    mister  wadsworth      (     the  gellhorn  house’s  butler    )   ,  who  had  been  walking  around  with  margot  and  announcing  the  name  and  relations  of  whoever  they  ran  into  around  the  house,  had  introduced  the  upcoming  figure  as  the  ex  wife.

     margot  :    ex  widow  ,    now  ,    i  suppose  .      (    and  mildly  regrets  the  attempt  at  a  joke  almost  immediately  .    )

    mr  wadsworth  :    well  ,    yes  ,    ma’am  .    mister  nicholas’  former  wife  is  katherine  hirsch  .    together  ,    they  are  the  owners  of  an  art  gallery  that  carries  their  name  .

the  slip  on  the  present  tense  in  his  sentence  makes  her  spine  itch,    but  margot  is  good  at  letting  that  one  go.    she  walks  into  the  room,    and  wadsworth  waits  outside.    her  gaze  lingers  upon  katherine  longer  than  she  can  help.    there’s  something  deeply  intriguing  about  the  woman  that  she  can’t  quite  crack.  perhaps,    the  possibility  of  once  again  facing  a  murderer.

    margot  :     mrs  hirsch  .    i  am  terribly  sorry  for  your  loss  .    (    though  the  little  notepad  was  already  in  hands,  and  she  was  mindlessly  scribbling  katherine’s  name  in  headliner  letters  across  the  first  quarter  of  the  blank  page  already.  )    i  hear  you  and  nicholas  were  no  longer  married  .    i  suppose  losing  a  business  partner  can  be  just  as  much  of  a  pain  to  face  .

here’s  the  problem  with  margot  dumaurier.  she’s  so  up  in  her  murder  mystery  fantasy  already,    she  doesn’t  even  remember  there’s  not  a  bone  in  her  body  able  to  head  an  investigation.    and,    really,    she  isn’t  about  to  back  down  unless  properly  called  for.  

    margot  :     do  you  mind  if  i  ask  you  a  few  questions  ?    (    no  time  left  to  answer  ;    she  sits  down  in  one  of  the  study’s  chairs  .    )    i  don’t  suppose  you  and  nicholas  came  to  the  party  as  a  couple  .    did  you  two  ...    meet  at  all  tonight  ?

[salaciousneeds]

Katherine knew what Cason was trying to do. It happened every time that they had some sort of school function or big event. Katherine wasn’t one to hold a grudge or not be polite and well mannered. Their son was the one that mattered the most, he hadn’t seen them fight and she made an effort to ensure that he didn’t. “He is the good thing to come out of the marriage.” She agreed softly as her eyes followed him across the field. “Doesn’t make a difference in how we ended up Cason.” She reminded him softly. It also didn’t change the fact that she was seeing someone else finally.

Connection-> Ex Wife

“Come on, I can’t have been all that bad, we were married.” He pointed out with a smile. “And we do have a pretty great son together, so it wasn’t all bad.”

[musicalmumu]

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑹 ➥ katherine plumber && jack kelly @mxrrorbcll​

when jack invited her to the gallery , KATHERINE wasn’t sure she was going to take him up on his offer. initially , it felt too much like he was asking her out on a date. she nearly gagged at the idea of going out with yet another cocky bartender , but something inside her said he wasn’t like any boy before. plus , she couldn’t help but be curious about his art. if he could masterfully capture her image on a mere napkin , what else could he do ??

a soon as she walked in , she was beyond relieved to find the artist was already there. before even allowing a glimpse at the works around her , she approached jack. “ hello , ” she greeted him with a soft smile. “ shocked that i actually showed up ? cause i am. ” a joke. mostly.

[ac1nums-moved]

@scriberae, davina claire required a starter from katherine von swartzschild.

" tell me, what secrets do your spellbooks hold? i'm always eager to expand my knowledge of the occult. "

[nxtritething]

𝚃𝙰𝙶 𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙿: katherine plumber

aka a smart girl. i admire smart girls.

G E N E R A L

❝ WAKE UP TO THE NEW CENTURY... ​ ❞ ╱ katherine plumber

「 about 」katherine plumber

「 aesthetic 」katherine plumber  

「 canon 」katherine plumber  

「 desires 」katherine plumber  

「 inbox 」katherine plumber  

「 musing 」katherine plumber  

「 thread 」katherine plumber

「 visage 」katherine plumber

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

「 ship 」katherine ft. crutchie

「 ship 」katherine ft. davey

「 ship 」katherine ft. jack

[blckxmagicx]

@chvrmion

if there was one vampire she didn't really like, it was non other than katherine pierce. she had only come across her once. but that time she met her, her first impression of her wasn't the best one. seeing her in forks though was a surprise. never did she imagine the woman being a small town type of girl. "didn't think i would see you here." she spoke as she pushed herself off of the bench.

[savagevillain]

HIS HESITATION IS NOT LONG, not long enough for her to take notice in any case. Would he consider England ‘home’? Does he even know the meaning of the word anymore? ❛ Yes, ❜ he lies, simply to move past the interrogation. She doesn’t need to know that nowhere has truly been home to him in centuries, merely places he can rest for a moment before he’s forced to run again. His attention is on her.

❛ For any particular reason? ❜  he inquires of her desire to return to her motherland, noting the hint of longing in her tone. Most people do take comfort in the place of their birth, but he is curious if she has a specific inclination in mind, beyond simple homesickness, especially when she expresses a notable hesitation in regards to her father. A cruel man, perhaps? Oh, he knows all about the cruelties of fathers. And daughters are seen as possessions to be wedded off ( she is a possession, his possession; his precious doppelganger, even if she shall never be his wife ) so perhaps her wariness is rooted in a precarious relationship. ❛ I would very much like to visit your homeland, speak with your father about my intentions; your uncle, for all the greatness he has done in providing for you and granting us this … miraculous of meets, ❜  he flashes a smile at her, assuring and oh-so-grateful in this wonderful honour, ❛ he does not have the power to provide his blessing, you understand. This is a matter between the man you were born to and the man you will die with. ❜ He finds humour in his own words, the smile on his lips holding twisting into a hint of malice.

He pauses with her, roams his gaze over her features to take in the considerable worry as she expresses her fears. He lifts his free hand to her cheek once more, brushes over the rosiness; his touch is the coolness of the death, far more so than her fear-stricken cold. ❛ Do not fret, dear Katerina. I have no intention of seizing a dowry. To have you is enough. ❜

          his answer was very vague as he only told her that he 'had been far and wide' without actually naming any destinations. to be frank, katerina is not sure if she would be able to place a town if he were to name one but she's almost certain that she could place a country if he had been to a foreign country. when katerina thought about it, she didn’t even know where he was born – although it cannot be too far from this place, since a title is mostly acquired by inheritance.

          "would you call this place home despite your long travels?", she instead choose to ask and eyed him with curiosity. she needed to know him better because how was she supposed to be a good wife if she doesn't really know her husband?

          at his question, however, katerina frowned slightly, trying to sound neutral and not too longingly. "i would like to return to bulgaria one day." even after almost two years, katerina suffered from homesickness. aside from that, her baby - now already a toddler - was somewhere in bulgaria. she had to find her. "but i know my place will be with my future husband," she added because she is aware that she cannot just travel back alone even if the situation weren't so dense. it happens to every married woman – the fewest remained near her birthplace, especially not when married into such circles.

          his question about her father made her uncomfortable and she felt sick as if she had caught nausea. that was something she hadn’t paid attention to – would her father want to prevent that marriage? prevent klaus from marrying a shunned woman? someone who had brought shame over her family? what if her father is going to insult her in front of klaus? chase her out? call her names? in addition to those very justified worries, there's also another thing that is going to cause trouble: her dowry. she didn't really have one and surely klaus is going to expect one.

          "i’m not sure if my father is the right person to talk to, so maybe you should talk to my uncle who i live with…" they weren't exactly thrilled to have her with them but at least they'd be delighted if she marries and is no longer a bother for them. nonetheless, there was suddenly some kind of dread within her. she knew it was tradition to ask the father of the future bride for her hand but … her father had banished and disowned her. she's not sure if he'd be willing to receive her if she's not already married and therefore an honorable woman.

          katerina finally haltered in her steps, her hands ice-cold. "klaus … i don’t know your perceptions regarding the dowry but … i'm not sure if my family can meet your expectations." if at all... || @savagevillain