NINA DOBREV As KATHERINE PIERCEThe Vampire Diaries | Season 2

NINA DOBREV as KATHERINE PIERCE The Vampire Diaries | Season 2

thinking about revamping the elysian gv i had a year or so ago w a new server . hm

SHIPPING INFO — ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S).

WHAT'S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSES(S)?

it's hard to say because i don't necessarily have otps from a writing standpoint, they kind of evolve depending on the pairing and who i'm writing with, and sometimes my otps become notps depending on the dynamic / plot. tl;dr i just don't default - ship. i write waaaaay too many muses to list them all but from a die - hard, canon brainrot perspective, most of my otps include: naksu / jang uk, katherine / stefan, chuuya / dazai, gojo / geto, katara / zuko, juliette / roma, orion / rosalind, zoya / nikolai, inej / kaz, zero two / hiro, raven / bellamy, catra / adora, malia / stiles, harrowhark / gideon.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

i think i'm down for most things so long as it isn't obviously something that's atrocious ( adult / minor ) or like, a poorly executed oppressor / oppressed. i genuinely like exploring toxic dynamics when it's detached from a romanticized lens, and it's for that reason why i ensure it's a topic i can trust my wps with. this may be an unpopular opinion, but i'm fine with writing cheating. i'm fine with writing unequal distributions of power ( to a certain extent ), i'm fine exploring variations of abuse. it's just that if it's toxic, i tend to keep it toxic. if it veers into actual abuse ( best example i can think of is alina / darkling, i don't write nor ship it but sklsdkldskldskl ), it's not so much a ship but just a subset of an complex one, and won't be resolved to a point of genuine romanticism.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

uhhhhhhh, if they're under 18, i think two years? the age gap widens the older the muses are in a bracket, but i'm generally not an age - gap fan. + / - five - 10 years feels accurate? maximum five if it's like, a muse that's under 25. immortal muses are different and vary based on circumstances.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

yeaaaahhhh. yeah. i usually figure out through writing or plotting if there's chemistry to even think about shipping, and i tend to ship with my circle of friends / exclusive shipping partners just because it's always been easier that way. doesn't mean i'm not open! just very chemistry - oriented. we could plot the best thing but if we're not vibing as writing partners when we chat, it won't work.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY'RE CONSIDERED NSFW?

anything past like a full make - out session or questionable touching. i don't smut on dash across any of my blogs, and if i do venture into that territory, it's always suggestive and with my utmost closest wp. but as it stands, i typically don't write anything further than making out or allusions.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE(S) WITH?

refer to the first question, but i really like cross - fandom shipping. i think it's fun and forces people to think outside of the box. i also looooove oc / canon. i'll use this opportunity to say i'm always intrigued with these dynamics: chuuya / yosano, atsushi / lucy, yosano / dazai, lottie / nat, gin / higuchi, malia / kira, nobara / megumi, nobara / yuuji, higuchi / akutagawa. there's more but i'm blanking.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

yes and no! sometimes it happens naturally, but you can alwayyyyysssss ask to ship. just need to approach with an open mind and understand that i will likely ask that we write first or sus out vibes! if we chat a lot or obviously get along, that makes it a little easier for me to envision a romantic ship!

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

yes! unless stated otherwise, i'm multi - ship by default.

ARE YOU SHIP - OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE - OR - LESS?

ship more - or - less by default sdlkfjgsdlgkdskl. with my partner and close friends, i tend to be more ship - obsessed because we rot more consistently. but i don't really look to ship romantically at first! i've become more preferential to non - romantic dynamics over the years just because i feel like they get pushed aside or under - appreciated in favor of romantic shipping.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM(S) ?

for canons, it's naksu / jang uk, chuuya / dazai, gojo / geto, juliette / roma, orion / rosalind, yosano / dazai, gin / tachihara. for ocs, it's less favoritism but just what occupies my brain currently, fallon / noemi, ushi / mizaru, fumi / seiko, tommy / jay.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

you need to be insane <3

tagging. @qismet , @memuntos , @ephamerel , @starspurn , @omonzuru , @ownlore , @rottedfigs , @ategod , @fatedriven , @yaburnae , and whoeverrrrrrr wants to <3

i’m like a little over halfway thru bnha s2 and i’m eyeballing One person but if yall have suggestions i should keep an eye out for <3

she knew he was looking at her, stared at him just as he stared at her but it was different here, in the way it shoved through the back of her spine and grabbed her, rattling her. vowed never to let another person affect her so deeply but lip fuckin' gallagher had slipped through the cracks, snaked into the confines of a tightly wound, strictly guarded prison, and infected her. this feeling was a disease, it would rot her from the inside out more than the cigarettes she kissed and she would let it.

skepticism in her gaze, brows furrowing when she caught that twitch of his lips — he thought she was stupid, he thought — “ hey ! don't fuckin' laugh, asshole. ” huffing and puffing, faux annoyance in her tone, the insecurity creeping. cared little for what he thought and yet cared so, so much it could eat her alive. teetered between the edge of fight or flight, tell him to forget everything. would he go running his mouth off to the next person that would listen for it ? word traveled fast in a shit town with nothing to look forward to.

lips pursed, as if she meant to ponder on his offer, as if she hadn't already borrowed a number of designer brands from the next town up. probably better not to get caught in them. “ she doesn't like me. ” was the first thing out of her mouth, not a pout but a statement of facts. “ sure she'd want someone like me gettin' all up in her shit ? ” brow lifted, free hand reaching out to grab him by the chin to face her. never learned personal boundaries, never learned space. affection in the form of hostility. “ not that i'm denyin', just sayin' ... i need to write like, four essays. some bullshit prompts an' shit about myself. sounds a lot like beggin' like a desperate freak. ” ivories bit down on her bottom lip as she glanced at his. “ 's a club pretty girls. smart girls. with money. networkin' and all that. ”

ground feels cold where he sits as hell freezes over. blinks at the brunette with a vibrant color streaked in her dark hair, replaying the way her lips move in his head to end with the conclusion that he's heard her correctly. mandy and his relationship is surface level in some ways, deep in others, all twisted and upside down. his life never has him feeling steady in his decisions, in his day - to - day, in every step he takes. the two of them together increases that, two unpredictable last names colliding and people crossing the street when they grow near. just out of caution. his thin lips quirk in an amused smile, stifled in the same way his chuckle is. loud noises scare the skittish cat.

"what kind of club?" it's a better alternative to the question that he almost asks: 'you? in a club?'

pries for information, sees the words that catch in her throat and are swallowed to burn in the acid that lays in the pits of her stomach. it's where most of her true thoughts go to die, he's learned. something about the damn milkoviches makes them rather choke than express. knows her too well, but barely through verbalized declarations, and more through his observations of what she places carefully between the lines. there's no bet with mickey, he'd put his next water bill on it. careful to keep his tone casual, his posture straightens and curves as he stretches his spine with his fingers clasped behind his head.

"you'd prob'ly fit into fi's clothes," he offers, his shoulders bobbing with a shrug as he slumps back against the wooden step. "she's always doin' interviews and shit 'cause she can't hold a goddamn job. could swipe some for 'ya when she leaves for work."

ripped nylons and stolen skirts, scuffed black, leather boots that she'd been duct - taping and painting black just to pretend the soles were new — painted nails tug at the seams as she takes in the noise of the gallagher house as just that — noise. much more preferable to the noise at home, where the glass shattering was the result of a shady visit to a neighborhood clinic instead of one of his siblings dropping a dish in the sink. there was dysfunctional and there were the milkoviches, and mandy wanted what they had. pried into the small opening of space that'd hardly existed for her, nestling deep enough that it'd prove more work to remove her than letting be.

the question left her lips the way smoke burns, charred and strained. couldn't look at him, not out of fear or guilt but rather shame or the mortifying ordeal of simply being perceived. she didn't want to be weak. she'd considering taking those words back until he nudged her, short huff emitting through and pale, viridescents find themselves meeting icy blues. the cold of the winters that'd passed by now. “ there's this stupid club i want to get into. the like, the kind where they blow smoke up each other's asses an' shit. ” toe of her boot kicked at a small rock over the cracked, aged cement. “ i think they're stupid as fuck and i'd rather eat glass than associate with 'em but i made a bet with mickey an' he's being an asshole about it. ” there was a brief pause before she added, “ i have to ... write shit, do interviews. dress ... not like this. ”

✉ → "if i ask for your help, are you gonna make a big deal about it?" / @leventar

the question is so out of this fucking world that the inhale on his cigarette is stopped mid - drag, the smoke congesting his throat on its destructive path to his lungs.

"you wanna ask for help? shiiit."

plucking the cigarette from between his lips, his mouth curls as he exhales and blue eyes squint against the afternoon sun. the cherry - red tip is pressed against the wood of the step that they sit on outside of his house to join the rest of the scorched marks, the rare warm early spring chicago day tempting them to the front porch. voices leak from underneath the front door, the typical yelling that always exists in different contexts, and he rests his elbows against his bent knees.

"is it illegal shit? if so, how illegal?"

the question needs to be asked. it's said so casually that it's like the words are rehearsed in that exact order, repeated in several conversations. he nudges her with his elbow, ducking his head down to meet her averted downward gaze.

"hey, i'm fuckin' joking. only a little though. what's up?"