#[ support ]: katarina

[strawberrystarcake]

fatui subordinate npcs r so !!! funky !!!!! i love all of them !!! fatui subordinate appreciation post, they deserve it for putting up with their bosses

[nabataprophet]

@ephemeralove sent:

"Oh..." A familiar face is often a comfort, long though it may have been, and Katarina at the least certainly doesn't find Sophia to be otherwise. Though she is a bit awkward in her approach (especially with that... bell stuffed into her pocket), she still offers a small smile once she comes into speaking range.

"Sophia," she greets, bobbing her head in acknowledgement. Equipped with two glasses of water, she holds one out to the other in offering. "It's been a long night... I, ah... I hope you're keeping well." A pause; her smile widens for a moment, a faint touch of softness to her eyes. "...You look beautiful tonight."

Grey gaze falls into her cup. "A-are you collecting brooches tonight? You can have mine, if... if you want."

"...?"

When was the last time they had seen each other? At the murder mystery party? It had been a little too hectic for casual conversation considering the... um, murder, temporary though it was.

"Yes, it has been... a long night, hasn't it...?" The pounding headache she's feeling at the moment is evidence of that and the offered glass of water is a welcome reprieve. "I didn't last... very long last year, so I was hoping to last longer this year, but... these things... are a little overwhelming, aren't they?"

Oh well. Next year she'll be even more accustomed to the crowds and the sights and sounds. There is no rush to take it all in at once.

"Thank you..." Sophia murmurs, dipping her head slightly. "You too... green looks good... on you."

After a long night, she's beginning to regret tucking her brooch into the bottom of her braid. It hadn't been a problem at the beginning of the night, but now that it's been a few hours, her arms were starting to get pretty tired from hoisting her braid up again and again. Maybe in the future she would pin it somewhere a little easier to reach.

...Goodness, she's beginning to understand Fae's pain whenever she starts to molt feathers in hard to reach places.

Regardless, after a bit of struggling, she finally manages to pluck the black feather and present it to the other girl.

"...Here."

[fluxrspar]

"... ...Professor Selena." The greeting comes with an understated dip of the head, and perhaps a beat too long of hesitance (the consequence of locking the address 'Dame' behind her teeth). Another empty beat passes as the Altean tries to gauge whether her appearance is tolerable, at the least; thinking that maybe it is, her posture eases slightly.

Fidgeting uselessly with her hands, she eventually turns up her brooch, the shape and sound of a bell: pure and gentle, and entirely unsuited to her. Earlier the mage had thought for a fleeting moment to bring her a glass of water, or perhaps even something to eat as a gesture of amicability in earnest, but given how they met... needless to say, she quickly reconsidered.

"If... if you're collecting these, too..." Her throat feels dry. "W, would you like to trade...?" A trade. The first she has asked for this night, rather than simply giving pieces of her away. Perhaps it is selfish of her, to ask for some sort of amicability, failing the courage to ask for friendship.

Selena remembers the girl who hid herself in shadows, who spoke quiet—like whispers��and who fought and outlived the Fluorspar (so she recalls, at least). Months ago, they had met in unreality, and they had not spoken again since.

“Yes, Katarina?”

All the same, they cross paths again, here in the monastery’s ballroom. There is no illusion, no deceit, no sacrifice or ultimatum. There is just people—including them—at a gathering, all with the intention of enjoying themselves.

The other has something to say, she can tell, and she waits patiently for her words (she remembers Andrei, how Katarina had backed down). With patience, the girl presents her bell, asking for a trade, and Selena smiles.

“Of course,”—and here, she accepts the bell, then taking her own string of pearls and placing it gently into the student’s hand. Selena has no way of knowing every thought in the other’s head, but as much as she is able, she would like to make things good for her; easier, at least. Her smile, though soft, is genuine.

“Thank you, Katarina.” I am wishing you the best.

[villain-in-love]

Katarina usually avoids getting directly involved with the whole resurrection business that Undertaker has going on. Well, she is curious about how it all works, so she does observe and ask questions, but you shouldn’t expect any actual help from her since she doesn’t support the idea, mostly because she dislikes Undertaker’s reasons.

In any case, she’s already helping enough – in fact, one of the reasons Undertaker decided to keep her around was because at the same time as she appeared, he took it upon himself to resurrect real!Ciel, and it was taking a lot of time and effort on his side. So he really needed an assistant to take care of some portion of his duties as a mortician, which is exactly what Katarina was doing while Undertaker was busy trying to cheat death.

When she heard about the whole deal with the Campania ship, she immediately noped out of participating in this madness. There’s no way in hell she would survive this zombie apocalypse on her own, and she doesn’t want to be an additional problem for Undertaker to take care of. The moment she heard that the earl Phantomhive and his butler are also supposed to be on the ship, she immediately smelled trouble.

“No way in hell am I going to participate in this.”

“Great, it means that I can rely on you to take care of the funeral parlour in my absence!”

“Wait, wha-“

“Here’s the keys, here’s the list of contacts if you need help. Good luck~”

(Actually, while he didn't say anything about that, Undertaker was glad that Katarina decided to stay at home. He didn't want her to go because he knew that she might get hurt, and he might not be able to look after her properly. She just spared him the trouble of convincing her that he feared he will have to go through)

But then Undertaker blew his whole cover during the events of the trip, and looking after the funeral house alone for a week turned into taking the entire business into her own hands because Undertaker couldn’t just stay in the same place now that Sebastian and Ciel know everything and see him as an enemy. And Katarina was so pissed off at her teacher for just leaving her alone-

Being centuries old, Undertaker doesn't really remember what it's like to be young... so he genuinely thinks that this dysfunctional 22-year-old should be capable to running the whole business alone. If little Phantomhive can, why can't she?

[goldoanheart]

Wall-E Looks Different Than I Remember [Team 7 Iron Round]

It’s like in the moment that he blinks, they are suddenly within another arena, though slightly different from the last. More metallic, more confining. And the enemies across the way are giant beasts of metal, unlike anything Kurthnaga has ever seen before. Certainly, he has seen things this large, but never any behemoths of metal, of bolts and steels.

He still has his trusty hammer within his hands - he has grown quite used to the bulky weapon and would have been sad to see it part any time soon - but another axe has found itself attached to his hip. And...

Oh.

Oh. His knees feel rather weak as he realises the type of mount that he has now. The creature seems fairly content with the situation, compared to what he’d heard about- no, it was too painful to think about. With a shaky hand, he carefully runs his fingers along the beast’s scales, allowing a moment to get used to his new mount. He fiddles with his second axe, carefully not to scrape his fingers against its purple tinted edge. It seems to be inflicted with poison of some sort. He wasn’t sure if poison worked against these robots, but it was worth a shot. Anything was worth a shot to escape whatever sort of nightmare this was becoming.

Gripping the reins with pale knuckles, he speeds over to the largest robot of the bunch, the one that seems to be their leading. He stands, patting his dragon on top of the head, a silent communication between the two of them as some sort of kin, telling it to stay put for the moment as he leaps from its back to slam his axe into the giant metal beast’s head.

Kurthnaga activates Smash using Venin Axe! Roll 1d20+3= 10! Hit! Critical Damage! (6-3=3) | Alloy Arsenal: Bipedal HP= 17/20.

Minor Poison Damage!

Stunned!

As he falls after his attack, he lands safely back on his mount’s back, and he gives it a soft, nervous pat as a reward for catching him. He glances up, realising the metal beast has been sent into some sort of state of being stunned and turns to his teammates, calling out his advice - though he couldn’t be certain how sound it was with no knowledge of these sorts of giant metal creatures.

“It seems to be stunned for the time being! I’d try to attack it now while it can’t attack back, and quickly! Who knows how much time we will have!”

to: @aimlessarchery , @carefreemonk , @ephemeralove , @valkyrrian​

[serpentembraced]

cass would absolutely have a toxic fanbase she subtly throws against anyone she dislikes while playing the victim if people try to blame her and this is very tied with my kat's modern verse but i just want to say the moment garen broke up with her sister cassiopeia made sure to direct her fans to make his online life hell

[bookwyrminspiration]

“you were quite skilled in that arena for it to be a one-off job” kalos is a filthy fucking liar katarina has done nothing to show more than the faintest whiff of competency in thieving she’s rusty as hell dude

[lesbian-cowpoke]

Ppl who don't change their account information after changing numbers anger me

[gentlenekomata]

[ Romanesco Smoothie ] Sunlight peeks through the grey of Katarina's eyes as she finds the one she's looking for in a crowd. The cold of the drink she's carrying radiates through even her gloves, but there is still a touch of warmth in her expression as she calls the other's name.

"Sakura," she murmurs softly in greeting, "I... hope you've been enjoying the ball." Raising the glass slightly, she then extends it toward her almost tentatively. "This is, um... for you. It's a 'romanesco smoothie.' It tastes sweet, but it's made with vegetables." Something contradictory and surprising, and ultimately enjoyable -- she'd caught herself wondering if it might bring that mischief to the woman's eyes, or if, perhaps, she'd laugh. "..I, I thought it might amuse you."

As the purple-haired girl approached the petite priestess, a huge smile appeared on Sakura’s lips, already knowing it would be a pleasant time to spend with her.

“Miss Katarina, it’s so nice to see you!” she greeted her, eyes inquiringly stared at the glass she was holding, but her curiosity was immediately satisfied as Katarina explained the drink she was offering her, apparently. “I’m not a big fan of vegetables, but since it’s you offering me this, I’ll be glad to try it!” and she gently took the glass from her pale hand, uncertain to try it at first, but as soon as she exchanged a glance with hers, she took courage and drink it slowly, tasting the sweetness of the drink. Surprisingly, it was very good.

“Wow, it’s truly yummy!” she tilted her head in approvement, sharing a smile with Katerina. “You’re always a certainty” she giggled, giving another sip to the drink. “Are you enjoying the evening?”

[stalwaria]

Another cannon shot, another step in to protect Katarina from the toxicity of its magic. No matter how many hits she took, Etie continued to stand strong, and would do so until this shadow was finally...

...hopefully...

Brought down.

Bond (Edelgard) activates! Renewal activates! +3HP [Etie 10/10HP]

"Going for the weapon? Great idea. Disarming him might slow him down a bit..."

Etie 10/10HP uses Chain Guard on Katarina 10/10HP. Katarina 10/10HP is protected by Chain Guard and will receive 0 damage the next time she is attacked.

Etie's arms are held defensively in front of her, body shielding Katarina's in preparation for another attack. "I've got your back. Or... front, I guess." She chuckles a bit sheepishly at her own correction, sparing a smile for the lavender-haired girl before turning to the rest of the team.

"Is everyone holding up alright? If we hang on just a bit more, I think we might be able to finish this!"

Though it isn't something she should indulge in on the battlefield, Katarina can feel guilt and frustration attempting to lay their ungainly weights across her shoulders. Never mind that. The constancy of the pain she causes Etie, however small, or the fact that despite the exhaustion beginning to wear on the shade's face, she knows she has contributed little and less to that...

Though she exhales a steady breath, it's evident that she's changed her tactic for the one shot, at least. As the shade loads its cannon (that it should need to load its weapon with physical ammunition, yet its onslaught is magical in nature... curious, that), Katarina takes note of where it had reached. Another arrow, another retaliation -- another pain she has forced Etie to take.

Katarina 10/10HP hits Black Knight3/10HP with Bow of Zoltan [Roll: 6 + 8 = 14; -0HP, Black Knight3/10HP] Black Knight3/10HP hits Katarina 10/10HP with Venom Blast [Roll: 16 - 8 = 8; -6HP, Katarina 10/10HP] Black Knight has run out of ammunition for Venom Blast. Katarina is protected by Chain Guard! Etie takes 2 damage. [Etie 8/10HP] Katarina 10/10HP hits Black Knight3/10HP with Bow of Zoltan [Roll: 16 + 8 = 24; -0HP, Black Knight3/10HP]

But no sooner than she has recovered does she let another fly, this time striking not the shade itself, but what it needs to answer in kind. Yet it does not even fluster; it only attempts to reload for but a moment, realizes the futility of the task, and changes gear.

How many... never mind.

[fluxrspar]

🌟..?? ?

the cat stares back, uncertain of the situation.

oh well. (boop)

meow

[goldoanheart]

@ephemeralove

Her fingertips map the edges of the juice box in her hands, becoming well acquainted with the drink's container as she stands off on her own in hesitation. Surely, Kurthnaga has already come by a drink of his own-- the medical staff have been diligent in their distribution of the treat-- but it is an excuse, and she clings to it for that fraction of extra will that at last drives her to approach him.

"Hello, um... Professor." She fidgets with the corner of the juice box again, before divesting herself of her meagre shield and instead holding it out to him shyly, with both hands. It is the least she can do to return some of the effort he has placed into finding her and letting her know she is forgiven, and through his actions afterward he has shown that he meant it.

"This is... for you." Her chin tucks toward her chest abashedly. "I-if you don't want it, then... you can give it away. Maybe to Professor Python or Professor Cecilia, if you see them..." A soft exhale, not enough to be a laugh. "...I don't think you'll see Professor Azama for a while, though."

Kurthnaga smiles at Katarina’s kindness, taking the juice box from her with a grateful bow of his head. She still seems so terribly nervous around him, he hopes that can change a little over time as they get to know each other better, though. Either way, it says a lot that she has managed such a kind gesture even through her nerves, and he truly is thankful for that after such a... well, an interesting battle to say the least. He would have to speak with that former Golden Deer student sometime in the future, even if he did not yet know her name.

“You’re not the first to offer one of these strange juice boxes, but I’ll still gladly take it. Never know when I’ll get thirsty, I’m just sitting here and biding my time, after all.” His nose wrinkles slightly, his soft smile faltering for a moment, at the mention of Python. No, he must- they are coworkers. He does not need to think of him so badly all the time, even if the lazy blue-haired man never seemed to get any work done. He shakes his head softly, letting go of such thoughts, and lets a small huff of laughter escape from his lips.

“I could certainly do without seeing Azama, though. He is the last person I’d want to see right now... especially after embarrassing myself through such a loss...”

[goldoanheart]

Kurthnaga freezes in fear at the way the man speaks. He knows, he has to know what they are really here for, what they have really been here for all along. Or why else, would he call them liars? Kurthnaga had not lied... had he? He had assumed that he was simply talking his way around the complete truth, but perhaps that would seem like lying to an outsider's perspective.

He was no heron, but he knew that this man was terrifyingly serious with his words. He did not know what would happen were he to say the wrong things here, but he didn't really want to find out.

"I have not lied, my good sir. Not in the slightest. But if you fancy me a liar, then perhaps I am not the right man for your role." He fidgets, glancing towards Katarina. No, he didn't have time to fight with this man over whether he was a liar or not.

They had to go. Now.

He grabs Katarina's hand, tugging her towards him as he stepped towards the door, "Well... we should... be going now... uh, send me a call if you need my services for your role...!"

He makes a break for it. Nope. Not dealing with that guy when he looked that terrifying. If they stayed any longer, they were more likely to die than to get any sort of role in an acting troupe.

So! See you later scary guy!

”…“ The man’s silence says all that it needs to of his lack of approval, the loss of favor, though the fact that he allows them to remain before him means they have not failed outright. After he has left them to flounder in his dissatisfaction long enough, he heaves a dramatic sigh and waves it all away. "You’ll need a rudimentary understanding of the sword, if we choose you. But never mind that – you.” A spindly digit flicks toward Katarina now. “We will make use of you as well. Tell me.”

At that, the mage startles, not having expected to be called upon.

“M-me?” Her hands nestle over her heart, ill at ease with the hooded figure’s attention. “I… I can use magic… I, I know a little bit about the sword and bow… B-but I’m a terrible actor, sir…”

At that, the man’s lips unfurl, drawn tightly over his teeth to form a smile whose corners jut uncannily long across his face.

He laughs. The temperature of his voice is almost absent, neither warm nor frigid.

“What liars you both are.”

[aurelion-solar]

Spotlight: Sabrina Futch

Role: Narrative Editor for Comics and Cinematics

Twitter

In light of Riot Games laying off 11% of their staff globally, I want to make a series of posts highlighting the portfolios of those affected, so that we can appreciate their contributions to the world of Runeterra and continue to support them. You can find a full list of those known to be affected here.

Star Guardian: Star Crossed (source)

K/DA: Harmonies (source)

Sentinels of Light: Steadfast Heart (source)

Katarina Comic (source)

Coming Alive: Tournament of Souls Cinematic (source)

Feeding Frenzy: Briar Champion Cinematic (source)

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Closed Position Masterlist

Last Updated 11/25/2024 ||| Dieter Bravo x OFC

Series Summary: Dieter Bravo, now sober, was looking to change his bad boy image after hitting rock bottom. His team hoped that having him join the nationally televised family friendly dance competition, Dancing with the Stars, would be a good first step, if they can keep him out of trouble. 

Katarina Stamos expected her last season as a professional dancer on the show to go the same as it had for the past thirteen seasons. That all changed when she was partnered with the infamous Dieter Bravo. 

Dieter and Katarina are reluctantly thrown into their partnership and must learn to work together to succeed in the competition. In the process they form a deeper connection beyond the dance floor that neither anticipated.

👉 Warnings: Themes dealing with intimate partner violence (not by Dieter), past alcohol abuse, and past drug abuse. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn. Read at your own risk. Cat dad / plant dad Dieter comes with his own warnings.

EXTRAS | TEASERS | VIBES | PLAYLIST | MASTERLIST

DIETER'S INSTAGRAM | KAT'S INSTAGRAM

Prologue

Week 1 - Introductions

Week 2 - Foxtrot

Week 3 - Cha Cha (Part 1)

Week 3 - Cha Cha (Part 2)

Week 4 - Jive (Part 1)

Week 4 - Jive (Part 2)

Week 5 - Rumba (Part 1)

Week 5 - Rumba (Part 2)

Week 5 - Rumba (Part 3)

Week 5 - Rumba (Part 4)

Week 6 - Argentine Tango

Week 7 - Paso Doble

Week 8 - Viennese Waltz

Week 9 - Jazz

Week 10 - Quickstep

Week 11 - Samba

Week 12 - Finale

Epilogue

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Credits: Star divider courtesy of @saradika Sparkle chapter dividers courtesy of @deadbranch Support dividers/MDNI courtesy of @cafekitsune

[artificidel]

'Return to my embrace, Ephidel.' Lord Nergal's voice echoes, 'return to the warmth of my love.'

The promise of it continues to be all too tempting.

Celephais 28.5/30HP casts Painless World on the party! [Roll: 14 - 4 = 10; Hit] Ephidel is inflicted with -6 dexterity for their next turn.

His arms surround his creation, long fingernails dragging up their limbs and almost consuming them entirely. 'To your Master, to your God.'

Yet, again the thought is cemented in Ephidel's mind that they can not fulfill his wishes. Not of their true god, not even to the illusion of him. In both, they were a failure. They did not deserve him; but his false-master was right about one thing.

Ephidel struggled back to their feet.

Ephidel does NOT sync with the vengeful spirit of Nergal

They were not meant to heal; made only to destroy. Pasithee herself had proven as much to the morph. And then that fire began to burn within them again, and with it, a will and desire formed on their own. Outside of purpose. Outside of loyalty and servitude. Outside of Lord Nergal or the church or existence itself.

Ephidel wanted to dismantle this illusion, not for the church, but to prove the inherent treachery Pasithee saw in them. To be the thief she had branded them as months prior. To snatch away what ever they could of her remaining happiness.

Ephidel staggered forward, Fimbulvetr coalescing in their grasp.

Ephidel 10/10HP attacks Celephais 18.5/30HP with Fimbulvetr at melee range! Heartseeker activates! [Roll: 7 + 2 = 9; -2.5HP] Post-Apocalyptic Savior activates! [Roll: 1, hit! -2.5HP, Celephais 16/30HP] ; Celephais is frozen! Celephais is unable to counterattack! Poison Strike activates! -1HP, Celephais 15/30HP

The tundra strikes true, and encases Celephais in solid ice. Ephidel would find Pasithee. They would find her and destroy her with hands made only to kill.

murder is a long-term investment

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