#thread: natalia

[mari-zuko]

who: @nataliavega when: new years eve, beginning of the party where: their room at the hamptons house

Mari slipped back into the bedroom she had been staying in, having changed into her gold mini dress in their en suite bathroom, her hair down and loose, her make-up already done. For all intents and purposes, she was ready to go down to the party, but she was...dragging her feet. Of course. With the text she had gotten while putting the finishing touches on her makeup, what else was she supposed to do? When it came down to it, giving in to the whims of the anonymous stalker was low on the list - even though she had been avoiding her roommate for this trip for the past few days, barely having spoken to Nat since their...night out a few weeks ago, even with the shared quarters, a sense of relief settled over her when she realized she was still in their room. "Hey," Mari said, stepping over to where she had left her shoes, sitting on her bed to buckle them on. "You almost ready to head down there?"

[n8-shaw]

who: @nataliavega when: halloweekend where: any rando halloween party

Nate had never been a big TV watcher. There was no guarantee that the power would be turned on when they got home from school, let alone cable, so he turned towards pretending he didn't like the cartoons and shows most kids growing up did - easier to consistently not know what was going on then explain why he had missed episodes. But even he knew who Shego was. Hot cartoon chicks were still hot chicks, after all.

So naturally, the sight of Nat in her costume had Nate letting out a low whistle, a sideways grin coming to his face when she turned to look at him - mock outrage on her face that she'd never manage to quite pull off (not that he'd ever tell her that) until she realized who it was. It was odd, honestly. He never would've expected things to get easier between them after their...summer, but here things were. "Hey," he said, a lift of his chin accompanying the greeting, briefly recalling the house that Monty had asked him about, that Nate was avoiding figuring out because he didn't know how he should now that he and Nat were on good terms again. "Should I be excited about you kicking some Kim Possible's ass later?" he said, a smirk lifting one side of his lips - much easier to focus on jokingly hitting on Nat in the space of their weird friendship where it was allowed than having, you know, any sort of real conversation about where they stood now or had stood last year or any of that. Naturally.

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @nataliavega where: tri delt valentine's party when: during speed dating

"First you show up at my room, now we're going on a date...." Jacqui paused, looping an arm through Nat's as they gave her a conspiratorial grin. "Seems like an awful lot of steps to just tell me you have a crush on me," they said in a teasing tone. "Unless...you weren't planning on spending these three minutes confessing."

[cara-mrrsn]

A blink of her eyes, a blank expression as Cara stared down Nat for a moment, before one corner of her lips twitched upwards, a slyness to the smirk that would send someone wiser than she counted on Nat being running. Did she particularly want her roommate's company? No. She didn't really want anyone's company. But the only thing worse would be being alone, with only her misery and no one to drown out her thoughts. "Only one way to find out," Cara pointed out, her voice lazy as she shrugged up a shoulder, a hand lifting to motion for the bartender to bring her another round of shots in the same movement.

Frustration had Nat gritting her teeth, looking at Cara like she couldn't possibly begin to unweave the tangled threads of her mind. What did she want here? Did she want Nat to stay? Why? So she could wear her down with passive aggressive barbs to make herself feel better?

But ugh, her stupid ego. There was something about a challenge that made her need to be defiant overrule her ability to think logically. Logically, she should walk away. Logically, the only way from here was down.

Egoistically?

Nat shouldered back out of her jacket and dropped it over the back of her chair. "I'm fully capable of having a good time." Her brows lowered; challenge accepted and returned. "Are you?"

[dottore-official]

"Hello Doctor!" A mockingly sing song voice called out as Loki entered the lab, a wide grin on his face. "I see the Tsaritsa did a number on you, you don't look so well" Loki had never liked his fellow Harbinger and he was all too happy to relish in Dottore's pain.

( @whoose-bad-idea-was-this )

Dottore had a makeshift eye covering over the top half of his face since he wasn’t able to retrieve his mask from the Tsaritsa’s office. He was taking a pair of pliers to the icicles in his hands, not even bothering to tilt his head in Loki’s direction. “I would say ���don’t pretend to care,’ but I don’t believe that was even your intention.” His throat sounded torn, but he refused to acknowledge it.

[gcdwilling]

at some point in the night, the bed shifted beneath her and feeling it only pulled her awake just enough. it was when delicate fingers reach out to find an empty space beside her that deep brown eyes blink open and search around, seeing a figure standing by the window. "hey—" voice low and still laced with sleep, she's out of bed and walking up behind him in a matter of seconds. he's had another nightmare and she can see it in the tension along his back. "why didn't you wake me up?" / @khaleesiie ♡︎

[pearls-of-taal]

Footsteps approach their camp, the footsteps belonging to @thetruescholar . She looks at a map held in one of her many hands then nods to herself.

How quaint of a little place.

there’s a distant rumble of thunder beyond her path, and what was once a bustling place full of joy and life had been reduced to mere rubble that laid itself against unnatural forms of earth cooled magma.

there’s the sounds of footsteps—not far from where the doctor stood—the fauna rustling, puddles disturbed and low-hung braches being shoved aside.

while the continuous rain roars down on every inch of this particular region, its residents are undisturbed and clearly accustomed, it shows from the way aperion appears on the same pathway a few minutes later without the slightest scrape against unburnt skin, eyes widening from the sight of natalia.

“holy hanan—!” she gasps, undoubtedly surprised from the new face. the umbrella she held fell, soaking the demigod in rainwater—though, she seems quite unbothered. “okay—wow, hi. gave me scare there.”

[cara-mrrsn]

Cara's gaze stayed steady, watching Nat for another couple breaths before she offered a small smile. "I'm sure you are," she murmured. Wrong, that was. She didn't elaborate, not wanting to invite further discussion of this, before she shrugged up her shoulders, brushing past Nat, leaving that conversation behind her.

END.

Immediately, Nat was annoyed. Nothing she could do seemed to be able to ruffle Cara. Not the way she managed to ruffle Nat. She'd thought maybe she'd get something out of it: an eye twitch, a stance change, anything. But unflappable Cara only fixed her with annoyance, like Nat was nothing but a nuisance invading her space. She just shrugged, though. "It sounded like they were insinuating something, but maybe I'm wrong. Just thought you'd want to know people were discussing you like that."

[dfivedesign]

Tribute to Mr. Chalamet 🥰😘✨

[godresembled]

@gravityslingshot asked ❝ i might ease your wound ❞

Pain was an odd thing for the winter soldier. It existed yet was divorced from his reality, something that would be felt once his mind started to become his own again, before he was put into the machine and reset into their weapon.

It was easier to remember parts of himself with her. Elements of his personality brought to the forefront instead of flattened until they disappeared.

"It is nothing." Nothing that would cause permanent damage or slow him down. He looked at her. "What about yours?"

[mari-zuko]

who: @nataliavega when: the thursday after the 13th where: somewhere out ~ on the town ~

Mari was drunk. Very drunk. She was doing her best to make her way through the crowded bar on her way towards the bar when she stumbled into a familiar brunette, blinking for a moment before giving her a smile. "Nat!" she greeted, thankful for the nickname that it was fully possible she had never actually used before - more syllables were way more likely to result in slurring together with her current state. "It's so fun you're here. Are you having fun? Let's have fun," she said, desperate for someone to keep up with her, to distract her, to stop her from thinking about Greer.

[soldefied]

"wonder all you want, darling, but i could literally sit here all day just watching you," talia laughed before adding, "in a non-creepy way, i mean." moving around the counter, talia picked up a towel and started wiping things down. "nah, the sooner we get this place all cleaned up, the sooner we can start our night. and there's something i've been wanting to talk to you about," she said, quickly leaning in to press her lips against shepard's cheek. "and now that i've said that, i have a feeling you're not going to let me wait until we finish to tell you."

@lcvelymxnifest

"wonder all you want, darling, but i could literally sit here all day just watching you," talia laughed before adding, "in a non-creepy way, i mean." moving around the counter, talia picked up a towel and started wiping things down. "nah, the sooner we get this place all cleaned up, the sooner we can start our night. and there's something i've been wanting to talk to you about," she said, quickly leaning in to press her lips against shepard's cheek. "and now that i've said that, i have a feeling you're not going to let me wait until we finish to tell you."

@lcvelymxnifest

[n8-shaw]

who: @nataliavega when: afternoon, may 28th where: linden #6

Nate would talk to pretty much anyone if it bought him more time before having to head out that afternoon, positively dragging his feet about returning to Sag Harbor. But, maybe surprisingly, he actually wanted to see Nat. And as more than just a procrastination technique. He found himself in front of her door without really deciding to fully go through with it, knocking at it and waiting for her to answer. Once she did, he just looked down at her for a moment, one corner of his mouth slightly twitching up. "Can I come in?" he asked. He could admit that it'd be more than reasonable for her to say no - fuck, he had been trying to push her into wanting to say no for over a year now. And yet...here he was.

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @nataliavega when: jan 27th, birthday party where: the dean's house

"Hey," Jacqui cooed at Nat in greeting, lifting up a hand a crooking their finger to motion her to come with them. They were high, yes, but they wanted to be higher. And it wasn't as fun if she didn't have a friend. Hence - the summoning. "Come with me."

[rabbitfallz]

Nicholas não sabia exatamente por que tinha se oferecido para isso. Talvez fosse a curiosidade, talvez fosse o desafio, ou talvez fosse porque, em meio ao caos absoluto, ele só quisesse ter controle sobre algo. Os olhos dele passaram pela carcaça do cervo, pelo trabalho que teve ao cortar e separar a carne. O cheiro de ferro no ar era forte, e, de repente, o frio parecia ainda mais cortante. Nicholas limpava a lâmina da faca com um pedaço de tecido já manchado de vermelho quando ouviu os passos atrás de si. Se virou para se deparar com @huntrnss. — Se veio perguntar se eu me sinto mal por isso, não precisa. Já passei dessa fase. — Disse, a voz rouca de cansaço. — O que eu preciso saber? Se você tem alguma dica, a hora é agora. — Ele murmurou, franzindo o cenho. — Droga, eu realmente fiz isso. — Nick ergueu os olhos para ela, e o olhar era diferente. Não exatamente vazio, mas… distante. Passou as costas da mão pelo rosto, esquecendo por um segundo que estava sujo, e manchou a própria pele de sangue seco. Ele franziu o cenho, mas não tentou limpar. — Não durmo bem há semanas. Alguma coisa eu tinha que aprender nesse tempo, então... Feito. Pode me ajudar com os pedaços?

[n8-shaw]

"Yeah," Nate said, the word flat. Perhaps it was his conversation with Ollie, but he was feeling...particularly melancholic about the state of things at the moment. Things could've been so different, if only he hadn't gone to Ogden. 

And yet here he was, being blackmailed by an anonymous stalker over things he didn't even want anything to do with. 

He was not one to divulge his feelings, obviously. He didn't elaborate at all on his answer - instead just lifting his drink, draining it in one swallow before he reached out, nudging Nat gently with his elbow, a moment of camaraderie, perhaps, an acknowledgement they were in this together. "I'm going to go get another drink," he said. Even though he had asked, even though he had prompted their conversation going in that direction, he was clearly not in the mood to linger on it.

Nat laughed dryly, a bitter sort of resentment coiling around in her stomach as she acknowledged the truth of that. The lamps, casual pieces of decor, could run laps around the cost of her entire outfit tonight. Maybe even the contents of her suitcase. She tried not to think about it like that, but it was easier to do when she was faced with someone who understood, who had a harder time tucking away that sort of resentment. "And they'll probably replace them when spring rolls around and they're out of style."

They lapsed into a few moments of silence— a guaranteed sort of thing with Nate— before he hit her with his question. She blinked, almost startled by it. Her eyes flicked down to the floor for a moment as she considered like she didn't immediately know the answer to it the moment he'd asked. "Yeah," she said after a moment, blinking back up at him. "All the time lately. I used to think going to college was like my get out of jail free card. I wasn't allowed to do anything growing up and finally, I'd have all this freedom to find myself and the things I liked and the life I wanted. And instead, all I got was some anonymous cyber stalker and trust issues." She laughed, though the sound didn't hold much humor. "What about you?" A stupid question she already knew the answer to, but she asked it anyway. Misery loved company, right?