#katerina irakleidis

[coldvampire]

commissioned @ineed-to-sleep for another kat/nines piece and it turned out beautifully as usual <3

(why yes, that is his jacket she's stolen wearing, why do you ask?)

[ventruevitae]

katerina irakleidis | anarch | ventrue

[iravaid]

@rosewoodcasket ‘s oc Katerina getting ready for a night out with Mr Rodriguez himself - for the CoLA art exchange 

[impossible-rat-babies]

oc-tober 2021 is finished! I know I kinda limped my way through this year (adjusting to working again will do that) but I did manage to finish for the fourth year in a row!

thanks y’all for letting me borrow your characters and drawing a whole lovely smattering of them! every year i wish i could draw more of them ;--;

who is who under the cut!

1. pollux bixby (mine) 2. levy graham -- @possumgeist 3. oren malloch -- @syrcus 4. rae jung -- @bitchesofostwick 5. ephyra “effie” metaxas -- @coldshrugs 6. pippa hawke -- @captaintiny 7. nemo ainsley -- @starrypawz 8. una moore-- @sidestepping 9. november “noa” caine -- @marshalortega

10. walter luna -- @danielsullivan 11. charlie -- @rickety-goose 12. riley owens -- @kittlesandbugs 13. silas king -- @waspgrave 14. theo west -- @ellstersmash 15. katerina irakleidis -- @rosewoodcasket 16. rabbit winslow-- mine 17. tammy newman -- @mybookswerealltome 18. faustus valentine -- @veeples

19. kindcaid anderson -- @attraeus 20. leigh bennett -- @th-ink-first 21. aimee lin -- @losingface 22. antoine duman -- @punkranger 23. jericho lee thompson -- mine 24. rue basri -- @spike-spiegel-is-jewish 25. enasali lavellan -- @jewishtabris 26. valerie kalesko -- @winterkeys 27. nathair chernobog -- @sysba

28. nyx shepard -- @full---ofstarlight 29. einar helguson-reed -- @nephaltis 30. akos -- @pearl-kite 31. river lee -- @sdorran

[ventruevitae]

cool down sketch

[coldvampire]

*puts my ventrue in 90s runway fashion* *puts my ventrue in 90s runway fashion* *puts my ventrue in 90s runway fashion* *puts my

[ventruevitae]

Mitchell has a close encounter of the supernatural kind; A glimpse into Kat's past lays the groundwork for future mistakes.

Rated M. 36.7k Words as of Chapters 5/15.

October, 2004. Santa Monica, California.

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The Asylum’s front door opens with a burst, and Mitchell spills out into the street in an uncoordinated spectacle of panic. She knows that people are watching her scramble for balance, knows she must look half a fool for failing to walk a straight line. 

They’re laughing at you. Or they’re drunk. Take your pick.

It’s probably both. 

The judgement of strangers feels hot and prickly on the back of her neck. 

She couldn’t help but feel that she might have been better off never speaking with Jeanette before she made her mad dash to the door. The less she knew, the less there was to process and integrate into her view of the world. Malkavian tastes so familiar on the back of her tongue when she silently rolls the syllables around her mouth and in her head, but the sense of solidarity that came with the word was disconcerting. Could it be true? Could there really be a group of people like her , who would be able to understand her on a molecular level? What would that look like? 

Do I even want that? 

Unfamiliar familiarity.

How uncomfortable. 

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[coldvampire]

Los Angeles California, late 2004. Malkavian fledgling Amber Mitchell begins her new unlife as a pawn in the greater landscape of Kindred politics without much say in the matter. In spite of her new condition, however, she knows that there's no such thing as a permanent state of being--something she plans to cling onto, right alongside her waning humanity. Ventrue Katerina Irakleidis is a different story. Swept up into the convoluted L.A. scene for reasons she'd rather not get into (at least, as long as she can avoid it), she just wants to do as much damage control as she can on her own--without further eroding her already-fragile relationships.

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Rated M. No archive warnings apply.

Current Chapters: 4/15.

Current Tags (Updated with new Chapters): Original Malkavian Character(s) (Vampire: The Masquerade), Original Ventrue Character(s) (Vampire: The Masquerade), Sebastian LaCroix, Nines Rodriguez, Damsel (Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines), Skelter (Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines), Jeanette Voerman, Mercurio (Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines)

Angst, Vampires, Blood, Blood and Gore, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Canon-Typical Violence

[coldvampire]

i don't have a caption for this i just wanted to draw them again :p

[coldvampire]

4. finding them watching you with a fond smile <3?

A heavy rain pelts the windows of Nines' haven, an unusual but welcomed change from the typical LA summer heat.

He doesn't mind it. The downpour is also surprisingly good at subduing any potential problems that might appear during the night, which leaves plenty of time for catching up on his more mundane household tasks. He's got at least a couple weeks of laundry to tackle, and figures he probably won't have a better opportunity to get to it if he doesn't tonight. It wasn't exactly thrilling work, but it helped that he could more or less count on the building's shared laundry room being entirely empty at this hour.

Kat lets herself into the apartment while he's grabbing the final load out of the dryer, and he's not surprised to see her shoes at the door or her coat on the rack when he steps over the threshold.

"Making good use of the spare key?" he asks, genuinely pleased to see her as he rounds the corner. He places the laundry basket on the floor near the couch where she's made herself comfortable, and places an easy kiss on her lips. She smiles into it--she usually does, which still sends a quiet pulse of happiness though him even after so many kisses over the years--holding him in place for a moment with a hand on his cheek before finally letting him go.

"I got bored all by myself," she grins, "so I figured, why not come over and bother you?" Kat shrugs into a stretch, stretching her legs out over the cushions and crossing them at the ankles.

"Surprised you went out at all in this weather," he says, settling on the other end of the couch. "Makes me feel sort of special, knowing you trekked through the storm just for me."

Kat rolls her eyes with a false scoff. "Please. Do I look like I'm making that walk? I took a cab."

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[ventruevitae]

Katerina's baby sister is a Lasombra? :0

indeed!

of course, she had no idea of this until Many years after the event had already taken place, but yeah, elissavet is still out there & survived despite the odds. she was embraced a short handful of years after kat was by a lasombra looking to gain a foothold within the camarilla. not exactly a mirror of apollonnio, but definitely not a person with her best interest at heart either. elissavet's sire is... 'friends' isn't the correct term, but they know apollonnio & had business dealings with him prior to either party embracing a childe. elissavet's embrace was actually suggested by him, knowing how much tragedy her family had experienced in recent years tragedy which totally completely had Nothing to do with his meddling, none at all & knowing how the lasombra typically went about scouting candidates, it made sense.

he also saw it as an opportunity for future potential plans, knowing there was a solid chance he would be able to use this to his advantage some way in the future. it didn't take a lot of manipulation on his end to convince elissavet that her older sister had intentionally fucked over their family and that definitely shouldn't waste her time reaching out to kat in any capacity. elissavet may or may not have been privy to at least some of the abhorrent treatment kat was receiving at the time, which makes for a very 'interesting' discussion in the years following the events of bloodlines.

basically just a lot of betrayal and hurt feelings between the two lmao :')

elissavet was the youngest of the five sisters, & being the oldest, kat basically raised her after they lost their mother young. i think at some point, elissavet realizes how much she was used and manipulated, but won't broach the topic herself because she's quite frankly Terrified of her sister's reaction. she also feels that kat would be completely justified in feeling any type of rage towards her, because she took everything apollonnio said at face value & ergo was complicit in kat's abuse. realistically, was that a fight she could have won, had she tried to rescue her sister? probably not, but at least kat would have seen that she still had people who cared about her.

& as for how kat feels about her sister presently, it's really complicated, tangled up in so much pain she doesn't even know where to start unravelling it. on one hand, she knows what her sire was like, so she's not surprised and even a bit forgiving about the whole thing. in her head, elissavet was a victim too, just in a different form. on the other hand, kat finds herself sitting with real genuine grief about it. she can't help but wonder just what it is about her that makes her so easy to leave behind, if it's somehow her fault, if she didn't take good enough care of her sisters, if she somehow deserved all of this. somehow it evolves into a nasty spiral of self loathing.

but she also knows that would still be a way of letting her sire win. whether that's true or not is debatable, but that's how it feels. he took her away from her family, made her old life disappear and made her stand by and watch as her father & sisters scrambled to pick up the pieces. she still hasn't visited her father's grave and doesn't know if she ever can. if she stays mad at elissavet, she's losing that one final fragment of who she used to be. apollonnio and his bullshit will have completely severed those ties, and that would be just one more thing he took away from her.

so she's kind of a pushover when it comes to her sister. elissavet struggles to put aside decades of being told that kat intentionally abandoned them all, selfishly fleeing once she got tired of playing caretaker at home. keep in mind, elissavet never really had another mother figure, but her siblings did, so they never felt as gutted when kat disappeared. she spent a long time convinced that taking care of her was what drove kat away. incidentally, their current relationship's status varies wildly from one week to the next. elissavet ends up accidentally hurting kat often, not really able to properly process the reality that kat never wanted to leave them & she was used as a pawn in someone else's fucked up mind game. kat keeps allowing it, not wanting to be abandoned or give the impression that she's leaving elissavet again, not wanting to let her sire take something else away from her.

elissavet is... conditionally allowed to be around the rest of kat's coterie, shall we say lmao. they tolerate her presence because kat wants to be close to her again so badly, it's kind of sad to watch her keep putting her neck out there time and time again, only to have it all crumble after a misplaced word or two. skelter is by far the most cordial, content to just let her sit there and mind her own business. elissavet is keenly aware of her status here, so she does what she can to not rock the boat. damsel's grudgingly tolerant, especially after she ends up friends with kat, because it's a favour for someone she's come to care about. still, she finds it frustratingly paradoxical that kat is the only person who seems to be able to openly express distaste with elissavet, even if she kind of gets it at the same time. (kat appreciates the great amount of effort it takes for her to bite her tongue, don't kid yourself.)

nines is also very much letting this happen for kat's sake. he does Not like elissavet, doesn't like the cowardice she's exhibited before, and definitely doesn't like her habit of stirring the pot & then leaving when things start to get too heated. he absolutely understands why kat will put herself through the ringer for her sister, and thinks that if the roles were reversed–if he suddenly found out that one of his siblings had suffered the same fate as him–he'd also be bending over backwards to keep them around. of course, he has the added benefit of knowing none of them would ever end up working with someone so openly fucking Vile like apollonnio, so it'd be easier in that respect. he genuinely can't wrap his head around how elissavet could just be a bystander for all of that. kat hasn't told him everything that she's been through, but the bits and pieces he's heard are enough. to him, it doesn't matter what lines she was being fed, elissavet shouldn't have fucking done that. if kat ever decided she was 100% done with her sister and never wanted her near the vicinity again, he'd make it happen without a second thought. for now, though, her just kind of hovers whenever she's around. elissavet isn't going to try anything, it's just more of a silent reminder for her to try not to say anything stupid.

mitchell is ambivalent about her, honestly. they've met a handful of times, with elissavet avoiding the malkavian more than anything. it's pretty clear that she doesn't like how insightful mitchell can be, or how easily she reads her. elissavet has always preferred keeping her cards close to her chest, so someone who has an uncanny ability to see right through that is unnerving at best. mitchell also seems to be the one person who can get away with telling kat that her sister is a horrible person (is this because kat expects it from her, or because mitchell is a more objective opinion? we may never know the truth).

none of kat's other immediate family found themselves as kindred, and elissavet lost track of their other three sisters as time went on. she knows for certain that none of them stayed in new york after losing two siblings and their remaining parent, but beyond that, not much else. it's very possible that kat has some neices and nephews out there, but she tries not to give that too much thought because the idea of being removed from that hurts. they each use falsified surnames and swap them out every few decades for the sake of upholding secrecy, though kat is a little more lax with the timing these days. kat is far more sentimental than her sister, and far less adverse to physical contact. elissavet likes to pretend that she's unaffected, but one of the things she missed the most after kat disappeared was the easy way she would offer hugs & brush her hair well past childhood. reflexively, she finds herself opening her mouth to get on kat for smoking so much, since she's never liked the habit, but stops herself when she remembers that the cigarettes won't hurt anything at this point. despite it all, she misses the sound of kat's laugh. they aren't at the point where she's had many opportunities to do it (tears are more common), but she remembers it enough to know it was a sound of comfort.

[coldvampire]

did not get tagged but ive seen this picrew going around and wanted to make some vampires <;3

amber mitchell (malkavian + vtmb fledgling), katerina irakleidis (ventrue + vtmb secondary protagonist)

romina villari (gangrel + vtm night road + dual courier au), iris king (brujah + vtm night road + dual courier au)

reina kerrigan (toreador + vtm parliament of knives seneschal), callisto stathakis (tremere + vtm sins of the sires), trinity dietrich (setite + vtm rp server)

[coldvampire]

katerina has to keep the clothes she wore from the night she finally killed her sire.

they're torn up and disgusting, stained with what's (mostly) her blood and other remnants of their fight. but she can't make herself throw them away even if she knows it's probably weird to other people.

because sometimes she still finds herself looking over her shoulder, still finds herself waiting for the other shoe to drop & the knife to finally make its way into her back. she knows he's dead, she watched him turn to dust at her hands, and that means he can't hurt her or anyone else ever again, but god, sometimes that physical reminder is necessary when she passes by someone on the street that laughs a little bit too much like him.

[coldvampire]

i know its november okay shut up october had no reason to be as busy as it was for me this year

my long belated celebratory halloween post! clearly from the 'good ending' version of bloodlines lmao. cameos from @galpalaven's penny & @netripper's alex because it just seems Correct in this version of events c:

[coldvampire]

stayed up too late like a whole Dumbass to take these but consider this: they're very cute.

[coldvampire]

He has only just recently learned that Katherine the Toreador is Katerina the Ventrue, and he wants to be mad at the deception on the principle of the thing, but he understands--no one is out for Katherine's head, so that makes it easy, especially when you're alone like she is. He can't count how many times he's insisted she doesn't have to be, if she'd only just learn to be more honest with herself. Who is Katherine? He doesn't know, but Katerina has a place here in LA with the rest of the Anarchs, if she would take it. She's got the righteous fury and the cunning to make it far and be a bigger thorn in the Camarilla's side that she knows. But he's got her fear to contend with, which is no small entity. The only space she wants to take at the moment is in his arms, pressing her lips against his. Nines is taken aback by the sheer hunger of it all, but then again, perhaps peeling back the layers of her safety net warranted such a response. She wants him to take control, so she moulds her body to his and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down, down, down to her level. Katerina, Katerina, Katerina. It rolls through his head like a hymn, and he knows that if he breaks away to ask her anything, he'll only get more desperate touches in response.

She's leaving again, and he doesn't want it to happen. Anger covers up the ache blossoming in his chest when she turns to leave the bed, and he grabs her back down into the sheets before she can protest. She's mad too--she hates being contained when it isn't something she's asked for, but he thinks that if he lets her go now, she'll shatter once that door closes behind her. She wants to stay, but she's terrified. Whether it's because she's worried for herself or worried she'll get him hurt, he doesn't know. There's something brewing in the streets, something volatile and vile and exactly the sort of situation she wouldn't want to find herself in the middle of. He can't promise safety in a physical sense, but he can pretend so long as it's just the two of them in his room. There's too much teeth in the kiss--Nines hopes that it's intentional when she nicks her tongue on one of his fangs. The drops of her vitae become ambrosia in his mouth, and it makes him greedy. She'll still leave, he knows that, but she follows him down when he wraps a selfish arm around her waist.

He's late. He is extremely late. Damsel, Skelter, everyone else--they'll be wondering where he is. He doesn't care. He's never cared about anything less in his life, in fact. All that matters is the here and now. They got sloppy and stupid and too drunk-on each other to keep track of who was feeding on who. He understands how ghouls come to be addicted to this. There's an unholy mess in his bed and around the room, hand prints in red showcasing where she had to brace herself against the wall or the dresser when he made her knees buckle again and again and again. The sound of her breathy sighs is intoxicating when he licks wounds shut, tracing lines of vitae up her neck. He needs her like he's never needed anything before, needs to smell her on his sheets long after they're done, needs to run his hands along the panes of her body, tangle them up in her hair and get lost somewhere in the blown-wide pupils of her green eyes. Each kiss leaves a deep crimson smear in its wake, and he swears he's never felt happier.

She's left, and he thinks it might be for good this time. She was just as insatiable for it as he was, just as lost in lust and vitae and something resembling genuine love. The pain is worse than the soaring high. It was never enjoyable in the past, when he'd woken up to an empty bed, but this? This was torture, white-hot and bright in his chest, and he's never been more livid. He tells himself it's the betrayal, but knows he would fall to his knees for her in a second if she would walk through that door. Touching his mouth, he can feel the ghost of her lips there, outlined in lipstick and vitae.

How many years has it been? Too long and not long enough. Kat is bittersweet; he won't even try to deny how much he missed feeling her against his chest or the soft reverence of her kisses. Everything she does is slower and almost ashamed, and he doesn't even try to tell himself that he can convince her to stay. She's the epitome of stubbornness, dead-set on the idea that she can protect him from herself. He knows she thinks she's some sort of curse, and he knows that he's never heard a bigger lie. She's missed him too. It feels like every action is an apology--if she were successful, if she were strong, she wouldn't be here right now, wouldn't be setting them both up to be hurt later on. He kisses her deeper, pulls her close, tries to be something stable, and if he didn't know better, he would say she's trembling, just like she would if she were crying.

She's in his bed again. Smiling, comfortable, lounging like she belongs there. She does. She reaches for him, and allows him to meet her halfway. Permission, an open door, something he was starting to think would never be a reality. It won't be a full time thing, at least on paper. Separate havens, so she doesn't 'suffocate' him with her taste in home decor. He would be fine with it, he's sure, if it meant he could feel her weight tucked safely against his chest every sunrise. She'll be here most of the time, if the way she can't keep her hands off of him is any indication. He luxuriates in every kiss, commits everything to memory. He counts the sparse number of freckles on her back over and over again--five, if he's counting the two that travel down her hip and thigh. This is what he's been waiting for, what he knew, sooner that he liked to admit, he wanted. For all the frustrations, he thinks that this is as close to perfection as people like them can get. The city lights beyond the window pane paint a shimmering outline on her body, and he kisses her for what feels like the hundredth time that night. And then, because he can, and because he will never get enough of this, he does it again, and again, and again.