#thread: natalia

[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.

[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?"

[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."

[soldefied]

status: closed for @lcvelymxnifest​ | shepard and natalia location: the deli after closing

          if someone had told natalia two years ago that she would be free and safe, she wouldn’t have believed them. but there she was, sitting in one of the deli booths, watching while shepard cleared everything away for the night. she had been so thankful to him, for sticking by her through all the mess she had brought into his life, but he did. and she loved him more and more every day. “have i ever mentioned how adorable you look back there, with your apron and everything,” she said, giggling a bit as she got off her seat and walked towards the display case. 

[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?"

[dfivedesign]

Tribute to Mr. Chalamet 🥰😘✨

[morrisxn02]

✍︎ @nataliavega

He really wanted to leave. Loud music, louder freshmen, dim lighting that made him squint to adapt whenever he wanted to look at his phone. Jesus, he was getting old… Or maybe he just really wanted to leave. Neon glowsticks, solo cups, annoying conversations, two stereos playing different songs at the same time, Natalia Vega–? Had she been there before? His wandering eyes had to go back to her for confirmation, and then they lingered on her sight for a few seconds. Well, maybe he could stay just a little bit… As he walked across the room to her, he snatched two beers from a cooler on the way. “You know, I was starting to think you were trying to avoid me…” He said, approaching her from behind, a mischievous smile on his face, as he childishly hoped that he might catch her by surprise and spook her.

[n8-shaw]

Nate's eyes narrowed a hint more, watching Nat carefully as she spoke, the suspicion only flaring stronger - honestly, into the territory of paranoia - as she didn't answer him. Needless to say, he had more than once occurence that could be used to answer Nat's questions, and he was pretty sure none of them were things that had gone down well. Except...in a few cases. “S’long as they don’t know,” Nate said with a shrug. It had worked for him (till it hadn't).“Don’t see why it needs to be awkward then.” 

Nat eyed him from her periphery, trying and failing not to decipher his facial expressions. It was pathetic, really, how a small part of her hoped he was jealous. Hoped he was thinking about her with other people and wishing they were still together. Hoped he still loved her. She'd probably fold all over again if he did.

Pathetic.

She ignored his why, an evil little part of her hoping that by dodging the question, she was dangling its elusive answer in front of him like a carrot on a stick. Instead, she tilted her head and tried not to feel a twinge of her own jealousy as that yeah probably included her and girls he'd cheated on her with. "How did you handle it? Is there a way to handle it without it all just becoming a weird, awkward mess?"

[littledecth]

BEE VOLTA A SUPERFÍCIE DEPOIS DE NADAR ATÉ A OUTRA - cabelo molhado pelo qual ela passa a mão, jogando para trás as madeixas , e depois correndo a palma pelo rosto antes de chegar a borda da piscina. pega no seu coquetel com a destra, cuidadosa em não deixar que seus dedos escorregadios deixem a taça escapar, e toma um gole generoso, olhando para natalia com olhos que se abrem mais a cada novo engolir, como se não pudesse acreditar no sabor.

 ❛ deuses, ❜ a filha de fobos diz, depois de soltar a bebida, devolvendo ao chão perto de seus corpos.  ❛ o que acha que elas colocam nisso ? ❜ riu com diversão no timbre, depois abriu um sorriso doce , buscando a mão da outra na água.  ❛ fico feliz por estarmos aqui juntas. ❜ declarou, em voz baixa, derramando toda a sinceridade do mundo naquelas curtas palavras.  ❛ quer dizer, ❜ assumiu novamente o tom zombeteiro, voltando-se ao copo e correndo a ponta dos dedos em sua boca.  ❛ não é o meu chalé, nem de madrugada, e isso não é vodka russa, mas .. ❜ mais uma risada, e apertou sua palma na dela com segurança antes de a deixar ir.  ❛ é mais que o suficiente. ❜

então, ela apoiou os braços cruzados na borda, e com ternura nos olhos, fitou a amiga. beatrice não tinha tido aquilo antes do acampamento - companhias queridas, e pessoas preciosas. não, uma criança singular demais para o mundo , sua vida havia sido vazia e solitária. porém, era graças a pessoas como a filha de hécate que aquilo mudou . hoje, não se sentia sozinha, pois tinha finalmente - uma família.  ❛ como você 'tá ? ❜ perguntou, suave e honesta.

@magicwithaxes

[purplebass]

Summer wine subtext? Summer wine subtext.

The Kellila "fight" scene where they break the summer wine bottle in Threads makes me think about the song "Summer Wine" because well, of the association with the title, but not only that. You may have heard Lana's rendition but the original is from the 60's and it's by Nancy Sinatra and I don't know, it just fits the mood and it might've inspired that? I can't unsee it now. lol. Because the summer wine this song is about isn't just *literal* wine, but also refers to the woman's body in the song. That song has sexual overtones and it's about two people who are two thieves/outlaws who are drinking together. They end up in bed but the woman only wants to steal the man's belongings by offering him her "summer wine" so he would be knocked out while she robs him. He then wakes up the day after and he realizes she is gone with all of his money but he would still want to be with her. Well... isn't also how Kell and Lila's first encounter went??? More or less, at least. Meeting while he was covered in blood (red as wine) and quite dazed and Lila stealing the black stone. Then tying him to her bed once he appeared out of the blue and stealing the stone back. And the same thing is true for the hand-to-hand in the hull in Threads. Kell catches Lila off guard, and he ends up on the top of her and she tells him to get off her unless he wants to "have a tumble" (which makes him turn red). These two love challenging each other like this and they also have fun doing so, because it spices up their relationship. So yeah. The summer wine might be a sexual subtext just like the fake melee was subtle foreplay.

Least but not last, some summer wine is bright red or orange/rosé. The summer wine could also be a nod to Kell's hair and Lila passes her summer wine stained hand through his hair before they leave the hull (!!!).

And well, I just love this side of them??? The playfulness??? Being comfortable around each other??? Having a spicy bedroom life??? Adoring each other from the tips of their hair to the tips of their feet???

They make me unwell. I just love them so much.

[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.

[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.

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @nataliavega when: the night before spring semester starts where: waverly #201

Ollie had vanished at some point, leaving Jacqui alone in their room, which led to their norm - a freshly packed bowl, a record on, and Jacqui sprawled in the midst of the floor, repeatedly turning the music up as they melted deeper into their high. They heard a knock at the door, figuring it was someone coming to say turn the music down - just hopefully not the RA. Not that it stopped Jacqui from hollering that the door was unlocked, head rolling on the floor to face whoever came in.

A smile spread slowly across Jacqui's face when she realized it was Nat - not that she knew her that well, but she had enjoyed her the few times they had met. "Hey," they greeted, patting the floor next to them. "Want to join me?"

[mustdies]

THE WAKE, 1PM. GETTING SLIZZERED INSTEAD OF CONFRONTING GRIEF IN THE GUEST BATH WITH @natcliachen

death is mans only cure. dante had heard that before, new that when it came for him⸺in whatever shade⸺he would not recognize it. this overwhelm, this tremendously stupid grief: he does not recognize. the many hallmarks of this gruesome thing were ill-distinguished. the reaper had come suddenly, and dante hoped very desperately that the motherfucker would knock next time. he's propped up on the bathroom vanity trying to respark a runt when there was a knock at the door. something grim plays across features, maybe he shouldn't be so literal with his wishes. still, half-faded, blunt hung limp at the corner of his mouth, he manages a poor excuse: " occupied. "

[multi-royalty-arc]

@touchedbydestiny continued from [here] (because legacy was being a pain)

Nadia had hit a nerve, she could tell. "your frown tells me everything. You didn't know did you? That she had come back for her family.. for you?" and they were all dead or so she'd thought, how was a young Katerina Petrova to know that her sister would come back to life. That when her sister had died that night she had vampire blood in her system. She didn't know.

"you are right, not everything she has done in the past five hundred years is excusable, even she knows that" Nadia trying desperately to give her mother a better name, even if it was just for this moment. "Katerina is still inside.. but she's scared"

Nadia stood to match the older brunette, she certainly wasn't finished. "guilt-shaming? wow you really have tried to cut yourself off from your own family name. If you're feeling guilty the only reason for that is because you're being unreasonable" Nadia shrugged, Petrova women were stubborn and she should have predicted this.

"I understand, I am some stranger trying to get my remaining family back together.. how criminal how me" the majority of Nadia's words still being spoken as loud as her whispers would allow her to. She didn't care about the people in the library, but if you start talking about being 500 years old.. people start listening.

"you know.. you didn't have to feed. If the idea repulsed you so much you didn't have to become a vampire yourself. So why did you?"

"you don't have to drink from people.. so why do you?" from what she knew of Katherine.. she only really drunk from her love interests nowadays, unless they too were a vampire then it was just blood bag city. "you could be a better vampire if you wanted to be".

[cara-mrrsn]

Cara used one finger to delicately - or, more accurately, ominously, perhaps - push the laptop shut, before holding it out to Nat. She held it with a limp wrist, her grasp hardly secure on it, careless in a way that only someone with absolutely endless amount of their parent's money at their disposal could be. "You're so welcome," she crooned as Nat closed the space between them to stop Cara's dangling of the laptop - and the things she had discovered on it. Not that those would be lost if the computer was. She had made sure to make sure she could access them if needed later on. And though, in the grand scheme of things, Cara didn't really care...she so enjoyed having something to hold over someone. 

END.

Well. This was a shit sandwich.

Cara was unpredictable and volatile. This felt very much like a worst case scenario and she was reveling in it. Nat had to remind herself to breathe slowly in, hold, breathe slowly out. She wanted to lash out at Cara, but she knew she couldn't. Knew that it'd have far more consequences than it was worth.

No, for now she had to let Cara believe that she was fully in control— and, really, she was— but that just meant that, now, this was war. She wasn't sure how, exactly, but if she didn't do something, she'd become little more than a punching bag, a muzzled lapdog.

But she only smiled, a baring of teeth. "A favor," she agreed with one sharp nod, bowing her head a little in a show of supplication. It infuriated her how much fun her roommate was having at her expense, the churning in her gut threatening to make an appearance in the space between them. Nat nodded toward her computer but didn't dare make a move. "I'm gonna take that back to my room now." She paused and did her best to look earnest, hands clasped behind her back to hide their shaking. "Thank you. For keeping this between us."