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ninadove · 6 months

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i can’t pick a snippet but whatever meta you want from sometimes it’s worth it all to risk the fall! and good morning, nina! 💗🦚

Good morning Noctie! 🌅

Yes, let’s talk about the sword-fighting fic while I procrastinate writing another fight scene.

Ask game here!

One thing about me is that I absolutely love short stories with a twist ending. Give me a reveal in the last few lines that reframes the entire work in a brand new light, and I will be giggling and kicking my feet uncontrollably.

Sometimes It’s Worth It All is my attempt at recreating this kind of narrative. And, of course, the twist comes from Felix.

By the time he enters the fray, Kagami is exhausted from twenty-four hours of fighting for her life… But also from months of watching her world crumble around her following her mother’s murder. She’s accepted that she spent her entire life tangled in an elaborate web of lies, and that she alone can see through the deception.

But… That’s not entirely true, is it. Like many abuse survivors, even as the fog progressively lifts from her eyes, she’s still held back by a few persistent convictions:

Before he even gets a chance to speak, Felix is introduced as a monster, and well. It doesn’t help that he’s been sent to kill her, does it. Yet, as soon as he opens his mouth, he warns her against her own prejudice:

In canon, too, Felix is constantly navigating others’ perception of him and proving them wrong. He’s a Sentibeing lost in a world that wants him dead, but also just a regular child; he has a PhD in identity theft; he’s a manipulative little bitch, but is constantly searching for the truth; he masqueraded as a hero, only to become one on his own terms.

But in the context of this fic — Kagami hasn’t seen season 5! She doesn’t know the themes! And so, her natural instinct is to believe he is trying to tear her newfound rebellious spirit to the ground before ultimately getting rid of her, 1984 style:

If Felix was genuinely trying to torture her, it would be easy for him to land a blow on an already exhausted target, to accompany his little rant with actual physical pain. Instead, he is careful to stay out of range of her blade, but never strikes back (Get it? Strikeback?), except to disarm her when she pierces through his fan.

What he’s actually doing here is trying to uncover who she is as a person, and pushing back against the wonky convictions she still has left.

Which of course culminates with the realisation that she is, in fact, just like him, and the decision to commit treason for her:

Because of course he would. As much as I leaned into Felix’s moral ambiguity earlier in the fic, this is the only option that makes sense for his character: he’s willing to put everything and everyone at risk to rescue his kind.

The broken fan is, of course, an allusion to Pretension, and how easily Felix rearranged his entire moral compass to stand by her side. In every universe, Kagami is his priority: he’s always going to choose her, whether it means abandoning the fight of his life or starting what is absolutely going to turn into a civil war.

Kagami has never been shown mercy in her life before, much less this level of insane devotion. From the moment he chooses to spare her, her worldview shifts entirely, and this is of course most visible in the way she refers to him: abandoning his title to call him by his name, and even catching a hint of Argos magenta in his eyes.

They see each other now. Everything is going to be OK.

#WELL THAT WAS LONG #I also have thoughts about the Senticousins in this AU that I might write at some point #As you can guess from Felix’s meltdown their relationship is… Complicated #miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily #argos #kagami tsurugi #feligami #nina writes #ask game #sometimes it’s worth it all to risk the fall

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mersoldsoul · 7 years

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If I Had Your Name, I’d Be Changing It By Now || Self

Mer still found herself trying to take a deep even breath as she approached the park. It would be exactly 2:00 when she arrived, neither early nor late. It seemed like the best thing she could do for herself considering the storm raging inside her. Considering what she’d learned. Considering who Kyle Reed actually was.

When she arrived, she realized that she was the only one there. Typical. She showed up on time, but he couldn’t be bothered to give her the same courtesy. The temper bubbling steadily under the surface began to boil stronger and stronger. Didn’t he realize she had things to do? Tomorrow as the first day of school. She needed to finish packing, make sure the house was ready for her departure, perform a final check over her school work, and then tomorrow would bring the usual insanity of the first day of school. She didn’t have time to waste right now.

Of course, she would have been more on top of all of this if she hadn’t been so focused on unraveling the mystery of her father’s past. If he’d answered a single one of her questions from the start, she might have been less focused on it. But he hadn’t, and she couldn’t leave a mystery alone, so she’d discovered the truth. More fool her.

Nearly 15 minutes had passed before Kyle came rushing up, grinning with a sort of regretful charm as he brushed his hair out of his face. “Sorry I’m late Merry, I got a little caught up with my work and lost track of time, I hope you’ll forgive me.”

Mer felt that tug at her heart as he grinned hopefully, but she didn’t change her carefully neutral expression. This was only the second time they were seeing each other in person, he had asked her to meet him, and now he was late? It was going to take more than a little charm for him to talk his way out of this. “Come on. You wanted to walk and share your big news and I don’t have a lot of time.”

She turned sharply in the direction of the path and began to walk forward. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of his disconcerted expression, but by the time he’d caught up with her he was all smiles again. “I am sorry, Merry. It won’t happen again.”

How often had she heard that excuse? She would accept it from her sisters. The only way she would accept it from anyone else was if they proved that it was true. “So what’s your big news you wanted to share?”

She felt more than heard his sigh. “See, I was thinking the other day. I know I haven’t been much of a good dad to you, but I want to fix that. I want to be around more, teach you about my work, and then maybe after Hogwarts we could go into business together.”

He paused, and Mer could tell he was waiting for some kind of response, but what could she say? It was a nice idea, sure. But she had no idea what business he was involved in so how could she know if that was what she wanted? “I think that’s a nice idea. I mean, actually responding to my letters over the summer is a good start, and once you explain your work to me I can decide if that’s the direction my life should go in. But this sounds exactly like what you said months ago, I don’t see how this is big news.”

“Because I want to make it official Meredith. I want to adopt you and make you part of my family. I want to prove I’m serious this time.”

As soon as he spoke, Mer stopped in the middle of the path and stared at him. “Adopt me? Have you made the same offer to Flora and Fauna?”

The hesitation was brief, but it was there. “Well, no, I haven’t. But they’re both adults, they don’t really need a caretaker do they? And –“

“Stop. Just stop.”

“What?”

Mer stared at him. This stranger who claimed to share a blood relation with her. The icy cold of his words battled with the temper inside her until she wasn’t sure what she was feeling or what was going to win in the end. But all she knew was that whatever was happening here was very very wrong. And she had been too stupid to figure it out earlier.

“How old am I?”

This time, he was the one staring at her, baffled, as she waited for his answer. “What?”

“You heard me. How old am I? When is my birthday?”

“Well, Merry, I’ve been gone a long time, but that’s part of why I’m trying to be more involved, and I know you’re younger, and –“

“I’m 16. In three days, I’ll have my 17th birthday. Technically, I’ll be an adult. Which you should have known because you should have known exactly how long ago you left us. I don’t need a care taker either. And frankly, I haven’t been a child since mother died so my birthday is at best a formality. But regardless you should have known that.”

“Well, I –“

“You should have known that Kyle Reed,” she spat out.

At the sound of his full name, he stopped. For the first time, his carefully constructed mask cracked and she saw beneath the charm to the grasping desperate man he really was.

“Then again, you were so busy being in prison for fraud and identity theft, I suppose it’s easy to lose track of time.”

His voice was flat as he spoke, “How did you find that out?”

“Mother didn’t get rid of everything when you’d left. It took me some time to find any sort of document with your name on it, but once I did, it wasn’t hard to track down more information. Or did you forget that I work part time in an auror office? But a name, a picture, and an approximate release date do wonders for identification,” Mer could hear the angry bitterness in her tone, but she didn’t bother to soften it.

She waited for a moment, but when he didn’t speak, she couldn’t keep it to herself any longer. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me the truth?”

“I didn’t want you to judge me until you’d had the chance to get to know me better. I didn’t know what your mother had said about me, and I wanted to have the chance to explain.”

“SO YOU SHOULD HAVE EXPLAINED! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO TELL ME INSTEAD OF MAKING ME FIND IT OUT ON MY OWN!” She took a deep breath, trying to bring herself back under some kind of control, but she knew it was futile. “Do you really think it was better for me to think you had just abandoned us until it was convenient to come back? Don’t you think I would have judged you less if you’d said to me ‘Hello Meredith. I made a mistake and I’ve been in prison which is why I couldn’t come help you and your sisters when my wife died. But as soon as I got out I came to find you.’ How hard is that?”

“The thing is – “

“And why me? Why did you only write to me, why didn’t you talk to Flora and Fauna like you said you would? What the hell were the games in the letters about?”

“Oh Merry. You’d put together so many of the pieces, but you’re still so naïve aren’t you? Since you’re so smart, what do you think the games were about?”

He was right, she was smart. And it wasn’t necessarily that she was naïve. The problem was there had been a small part of her who had been still hoping that he would have a reasonable explanation for all this. But without that hope in the way, the pieces fell into place easily enough. And this time, instead of furious, she could only feel disgusted. With him. And with herself.

“You were training me to be like you. Practicing my skill at forging handwriting so I could steal people’s identities and their money. You wanted me to be your apprentice in being a criminal because apparently prison didn’t change you at all.”

“Very good. I mean, considering your previous work, I had high hopes for you. The brains are a useful part of it as well, especially if you don’t’ want to get caught. You could be amazing.”

Mer stared at him for a moment, shaking slightly. “What. Previous. Work.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know. After all, you’ve been taking care of your sisters for awhile now haven’t you? Especially their money.”

That was when the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Somehow he knew that she had been managing their funds all these years, forging Flora’s signature when necessary on the financial and legal documents to be sure that everything was submitted in time. At the time, she had labored over copying Flora’s signature, trying to make sure she could get all of it just right. But as time had gone on, it had become easier and easier. Mer could probably write an entire letter and it would look almost exactly like Flora’s handwriting. And he knew.

“How did you – “

“When I got out of prison, I figured it was worth it to check up on you three. After all, I was notified of your mother’s death when it happened and I was curious who they’d shoved you three on. Imagine my surprise when you had managed to stay all together. I was able to get a glimpse at the documents related to you three over the years, and I could immediately see when you started to forge Flora’s signature. You were good enough to avoid suspicion early on, and you clearly improved with time. Enough so that only another professional might have detected the change at all. But once I found that out, I had to know who had inherited my talent. After all, that’s what every father wants isn’t it? To see himself in his children?”

He waited for a moment to see if she would respond, but Mer said nothing. At his last words, she had moved from merely disgusted into genuinely nauseous. Was it true? Was the reason she’d gotten away with being Flora all those years because she had already started to become the man her father was? Had her ability to keep her family together come from the fact that she had inherited a willingness to break the law for her own ends?

“Once I’d been put onto your game, it wasn’t hard to figure out which of you girls it probably was. Flora wouldn’t bother forging her own signature, so that gave me two possibilities. A couple questions soled the rest. After all, everyone talked about how little Meredith had done all the grocery shopping for her family, she delivered all the mail, she talked with people about doing the cooking and the cleaning, and she was usually the one around if any repair people came by. When compared with dizzy day dreamer Fauna who no one could remember doing any work at all, it wasn’t even a contest. So I started reaching out to you. My daughter. My heir.”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No. I’m not going to be part of this. Not any longer. The letters stop, the games stop, and you stop trying to think of me as anything other than connected to you through an accident of biology. You’re going to crawl back into whatever hole you came out of, and you will never talk to any member of my family again.”

“Now Merry,”

“Don’t! Don’t ‘now Merry’ me. I stopped using that nickname after you left and I have no intention of going back to it. My name is Meredith. My friend’s call me Mer, but as I’m not friends with you and I never will be, you don’t get to use that one either. And if, if I had your last name, I would change it now because I want nothing to do with you at all.”

“I really think you’re overreacting –“

“No I’m not. Because you’re nothing to me. Mom is the one who raised us. Mom is the one who loved us. Mom bought our school supplies, wrote letters to us, helped us with our summer homework, and took us into town. Mom let us cry on her shoulder and would make us laugh when we were ready. Mom supported all of our interests and pushed us out of our comfort zones so we could find new things we’d love and grow as people. She’s the one who made us a family.

“But you? You abandoned us. You could have chosen to give up being a conman, I don’t care what kind of crowd you were with. But you didn’t. When she told you to actually become someone worth being in our lives, you walked away. You never visited, you never wrote letters, you never bothered to do anything at all. And now, here, you finally come waltzing back into my life, but it’s only because you think I’d be useful to you. Well. No more. After today, you’re going to walk away and never look back. Get yourself thrown back in prison for all I care! But if you touch me or my sisters, I will make sure you spend the rest of your life regretting it. I will report you to the aurors immediately. And I will personally testify to putting you in the darkest hole they have because you’re never ever going to change.”

Mer could see him beginning to pale, as if he did see some threat in her words. But he wasn’t beaten just yet. Trying to give her a smug smile, he shifted his weight with forced casualness.

“Oh yeah? And what about you? If you do, I can tell them all about your little forgeries over the years. I don’t think they’ll like that too much.”

But at the pathetic threat, Mer just scoffed. “Really? Who do you think they’ll believe? A convicted con man who was in prison for years for lying, or a straight-O Hogwarts student, dedicated Quidditch player, and prefect who works part time with one of the most famous aurors in Britain?”

This time he had no response. But Mer knew she had him. “I’m not going to be part of your family. I’m not going to respond to any of your letters. And I will never be a criminal like you. What I did, I did to protect us. In three days, that will no longer be necessary and even that much will stop. But I never, ever, want to see you again. You have no right to my sisters, and you have no right to me. So we’re done.”

Mer turned and began to walk away.

From behind her, she heard him call out slightly, “You’re going to regret this.”

Briefly she paused and turned to look back over her shoulder. “No. I won’t.” And with that, she walked quickly off down the path. She wanted to be as far away as possible before she officially broke down in tears.

#self #fhogself #this is set on Thursday but I'm a little late

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vieuxnoyesrp · 7 years

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Dani. Katherine Pierce has become infamous not just as a character - but as tool that’s been used time and time again to spice up many storylines - both on the show and in many roleplay spinoffs that stemmed from it. Just like her personality, there’s both a thrill and a danger to that; the former because she’s so fun to have around, the latter because it’s so unfortunately easy to see her turned into a flat stereotype or a poorly-layered plot contrivance. For us, your application was refreshing in that you went back to the basics; showed us the building-blocks of her character and alluded to the links she still has to her past. She felt more human than myth. Your headcanons were totally outside-of-the-box and your writing was impeccable. Most of all, we loved that you showed us who Katherine is as an individual; beyond the overly familiar scope of her connections to the men in her life; to Klaus, Elijah or the Salvatores. You hit the nail on the head with this application and we’re grateful for it!

Dani, thank you very much for applying. As for Katherine…

⚜ ~ WELCOME TO VIEUX NOYÉS!!! ~ ⚜

Wondering what to do next? Click here and let the good times roll!

⚜ Roleplayer:

⤜ Name/alias: Dani ⤜ Pronouns: She/Her ⤜ Age: 20 ⤜ Timezone: EST ⤜ Activity: I try to be on at least once a day, though replies tend to take a day or two to get done! These last months have been a bit stressful, but after next week’s hiatus a lot of time will be clearing up which will allow me to participate daily rather than every other day, or every other other day. ⤜ Best form of contact: (Skype, gmail, or just here on tumblr, etc.) My twitter: daniellaferri or my skype danidanidani are all good! ParacosmicMuse is also an alternative since it’s my personal. ⤜ Any Triggers? (If so, please tell us how you want the subject to be treated in this roleplay (whether to be tagged accordingly or avoided completely, etc.) Shootings, gun violence, eating disorders, sexual assault ⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés? Rose was kind enough to recommend it to me at a time I was looking for another writing group. ⤜ What drew you to the RP? Not trying to kiss major ass or anything, but the admins. I’ve known all of you a brief amount of time truly, but the fact that you three are collaborating makes me feel in insanely good hands. The RP itself has so much attention to detail and wonderful people, of course, and that creative take on these characters keeps me motivated to be a part of it all. ⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay? I’m really eager to see the Salem and New Orleans witches play, tbh. Like I love everything, but I’m really excited to see how ancestral magic and magic from the earth differentiate and how the covens ( the NOLA one already having major differences and a weak community at the moment ) will co-exist. Also, what will the ancestors say about it? Cause from what I’ve seen on TO they have a lot more dominion over their coven than i think the witches realize, and I don’t see the ancestors responding too well to the possibility of their legacies switching over to a different kind of magic, with a group of foreigners. It all sounds really interesting, I hope I get to see that played out one day.

⚜ Desired Character:

⤜ Why do you want this character?

TVD was a show that took a while, and some effort, for me to get into. I always stopped watching after season 2 simply because I didn’t feel entirely attached to the problems the ensemble faced, nor was I a fan of the ‘love triangle’ trope in my fourteen or fifteen years of age. One of my few favorite parts of the show was Katherine Pierce. I think she was a really underutilized character. In attempts to kind of do something bigger and greater, the writers threw her potential under the bus and the more I think on her character, the more I wonder about her mentality, her development, and what her story would have been where she not pushed into irrelevancy in the middle of the series. I really want to explore that in this new setting.

⤜ What are your future plans for this character?

I want to test Katherine’s resolve, and her self-acceptance. She’s adamant about no longer running, and yet, she has a slew of enemies in New Orleans, multiple characters who wouldn’t mind killing her or casting her out, and do not owe her any favors. So while she tries to develop a network of defenses as she has all her life, I really want to see where that humanity comes in, and whether or not she’s willing to confront the fact that a part of her genuinely wants to live ( not just survive ), if it means fighting against, not just physical violence against her, but people’s beliefs about her, and a lot of distrust that has just generally followed her around in all her time running from Klaus.

⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character… Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time?

Not one for traipsing across the Bayou in heels, or finding comfort in the solitary fields by the old plantation homes, Katherine Pierce has settled down at the heart of the city. Well, sort of. For now, she stays at the Hotel Royal, intent on hunting for real estate only after she’s obtained sanctuary from either of the notorious king pins of the quarter: Klaus Mikaelson or Marcel Gerard. For now, she remains unlisted, under their noses, and the patron of an all inclusive continental breakfast. She knows the constant bustling streets will work in her favor, seeing as she needs to lay low for awhile.

Katherine is always on the go, which means, unless she’s certain no one in her vicinity will go blabbing to some higher-up about her location, she doesn’t linger in many coffee shops or bars. She favors the antiquities shop occasionally, for it’s cluttered space, and luxury finds, gets her morning coffee at the French Market when she doesn’t order it at the hotel, and, should she need to meet someone for a chat, she’ll usually take to some overzealous tourist trap bar on Bourbon Street.

By now she’s noticed a few key players making constant appearances at Rousseau’s and Tulane University. Which is why if she’s ever spotted there, it’s usually because she wants to be found. At the moment her days are spent trying to establish enough formidable connections so that, should things go south she won’t have to flee, again.

⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.

Second to Mystic Falls ( Circa 1800s ), Île-de-France remains Katherine’s favorite place she’s traveled. She had arrived in the Parisian Region in 1718, and had managed to reside there for as many as four years before continuing the game of cat and mouse Klaus refused to relieve her of. In that brief time, she’d assimilated beautifully to the luxury, the politics, the gambling of the aristocrats. The men found her beautiful, and she basked in the jewels she’d been gifted, and the balls she’d been taken to. The Palace of Versailles has seen blood spilt by her before, and still it retains some of her happier memories of the past. Briefly, the formidable château made her feel safe, without leaving her bored. She resents that it’s more of a tourist attraction now.

Her license is expired, but her IDs are always up to date. With the aid of several supernaturals in the identity theft ring, Katherine has been known to keep herself under the radar with the use of countless false identification cards, all up to date, all dummy-proof. Still, she has no driver’s license, and her current one is a few years past. Usually, she’ll compel her way out of traffic violations, and drive when necessary, but makes use of taxi cabs and compact cities to keep her off foot and unreported.

Katherine has but one keepsake from her past. Too much time on the run, and too little emotional involvement left her taking only what she needed in her travels. And though she’d sooner mock the everyday hoarder, than replicate them, Katherine still holds onto the resin light blue cameo necklace she wore during her time at the Salvatore Estate. Bewitched by Emily Bennett, the pendant became outdated over time, but unlike the rest of her daylight accessories from her past, this jewel was one she carried with her well into the next century. To this day, it remains in her jewelry box, carrying memories of a time in love she’s not willing to forget so easily.

⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your characater?

I’m looking forward to the plot between her and Caroline. This misunderstanding that Elena was the one who turned her seems so interesting to me, and refreshing, that I really want to see how Katherine will attempt to play it all out in her favor, and what her back up plan might be should Caroline discover the truth and redirect her anger to it’s rightful owner.

I also look forward to seeing how Katherine ‘play’s nice’, for lack of a better term, with Marcel. She’s so prideful that I feel like there’s definitely room for struggle there, in terms of how much ass she’s willing to kiss and how much she’s willing to bank on the king of New Orleans. Also, Klaus and Marcel have a very temperamental relationship, so I think it’d be really fun to explore how Katherine keeps up with, and plots around, that unsteady alliance.

In regards to developing her character, I really want to see how Katherine will fight to remain in New Orleans. By that I mean, I noticed a lot of her connections don’t really understand why she’s decided to finally stop running, and stop in New Orleans of all places. And I think the character herself struggles to accept/address how deep that longing for stable ground and love runs, or how long its been festering. Since she’s truly put herself in ‘the lion’s den’, as it were, I want to see her earn that freedom from those that want to kill her, but I also want to see her realize that not all of it is as easy as an endless list of back up plans and manipulation tactics.

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————— ⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? No, i’ll stick to just Bonnie. But thank you! ⤜ Have you read the rules? Yes ⤜ Anything else? That’s all <3

#tvd rpg #Nina Dobrev #Nina Dobrev FC #Katherine Pierce #Katherine Pierce RP #accepted

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