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welcome to survivingpierce, an independent mutuals-only rp blog for katherine pierce.
written by cathy (21+ - she/her - cet)
carrd // verses // memes // promo // navigation
please note that i’m always open for plotting ♥
my other (low activity) blogs are touchedbydestiny & deceptivemorals
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good morning ♡ i hope you have a lovely day/evening
bold what applies, italics what could happen depending on the situation
EYES : avoids eye contact when nervous | maintains eye contact when agitated | avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent | enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion | looks down when emotional | looks up when emotional | cries openly | wipes tears quickly | suppresses tears | wandering gaze when lost in thought | holds gaze while thinking | seeks out eye contact for reassurance | seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations | eyes constantly move during conversation | expressive eyes | emotions only evident through eyes | uses eye contact to intimidate | looks up while thinking | looks down while thinking.
HANDS : clasps behind back | rest in lap | fidgets with clothes | twiddles thumbs | chews at nails | pushes back cuticles | draws patterns on table/counter surfaces | makes animated gestures while speaking | only gestures to emphasize | utilizes sign language | speaks only through sign | calluses | scars | smooth | wrinkled | worn | soft | delicate | bony | slender | thick | veiny | touches others while speaking | reaches out while laughing | reaches out to comfort others | reaches out to seek comfort | places face in hands when exasperated | places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed | rests chin in hands | taps fingers when impatient | taps fingers when nervous | taps fingers while thinking | scratches scalp | strokes chin | rubs back of head | toys with objects around them | runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.
MOUTH : chews lip | chews at inside of cheek | licks lips | bites tongue | chews on straws | resting frown | resting smile | neutral resting expression | resting pout | grinds teeth | flexes jaw | covers mouth when laughing | covers mouth when shocked | covers mouth when concerned | hands to lips while thinking | covers mouth when chewing | chews with mouth closed | chews with mouth open | smirks | grins | subtle smiles | wide smiles | sad smiles | intimidating smiles | menacing grins | openly smiles | tries to suppress smiles | bares teeth when angry | lips quiver when emotional | stutters | speaks quickly | speaks slowly | good pronunciation | poor pronunciation | moderate pronunciation | purses lips | sucks in lips | holds mouth open when shocked or confused.
LEGS : bounces leg when nervous | draws knees to chest when sitting | draws knees to chest as a means of comfort | sits on knees | sits with legs criss-crossed | sits with legs spread open in chairs | crosses legs when sitting in chairs | sits with one leg folded under the other | places feet on furniture | never places feet on furniture | sits on counters | sits on desks | sits on tables | sits on edge of seat | sits hunched over with forearms on knees | arches one knee up | sits on the arm of chairs/couches | feet on dashboard | swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated | wiggles toes when nervous | wiggles toes as a general tick | shuffles feet | kicks foot into ground | stomps feet | loud footsteps | quiet footsteps | silent footsteps.
HAIR : runs fingers through hair | tugs at hair | picks at scalp | chews on hair | twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous | smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous | prefers hair out of face | prefers long hair | prefers short hair | wears hair back | keeps hair down | smooths back hair | plays with other's hair while talking | plays with own hair while talking | strokes hair to comfort others | likes having hair stroked for their own comfort | braids others’ hair while talking | braids own hair while talking | flips hair out of face | pushes hair out of face | leaves hair alone even when falling into face.
tagged by: @dynastymuses ♥ tagging: @xnokturn + @shesdaylight + @ladamedemartel + @viikingwitch + @naturesloophole + @hellsurvivr + you <3
Dylan smiled. This woman was good she'd give her that, but she had seen some things I didn't quite add up. ❝well let's see; you are incredibly fast faster than any human being could be. I've seen you lift car up. And there's a fact that you've got blood on your shirt. It's a little teeny tiny but most people wouldn't notice it but I smelled it. So either you are some kind of supernatural creature, or superhero. Either way I'm interested in figuring out what you are❞ ever since she turned, Dylan wanted to know if she was the only one left. She wanted to know if there were other creatures like her. She loved her adoptive parents, but hadn't exactly been any help. She felt alone after she changed and to know that there was someone else like her different or make her feel less alone? Have someone there but understand? She just didn't want to be the only one.
⠀⠀⠀⠀for a moment, katherine simply stared at her; then one of her brows lifted slowly, incredulity settling across her features. "…is this from twilight? because i assure you, i most certainly did not lift a car." a faint pause followed before she added, more pointedly, "and i mean that very sincerely." katherine's gaze flicked briefly downward toward the mentioned bloodstain before returning to the other woman. there was not even the slightest crack of concern in her composure, only mild irritation now layered beneath the disbelief.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"you smelled blood on someone’s shirt?" she said it in a way that makes it obvious that something is wrong not with katherine, but with the other person. "honestly, i would recommend either an appointment with an ophthalmologist…" she tilted her head slightly, expression sharpening just a fraction, "or perhaps creative writing classes. then at least all of this imagination could be put into a novel instead of directed at random strangers minding their own business." || @dynastymuses
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“I know who you are.” His eyes narrowed slightly, a smirk teasing the corner of his lips. “The world has been speaking your name for centuries.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine's brow lifted ever so slightly. if anything, the confidence with which he delivered the statement made it more entertaining. "have they?" she asked lightly. a faint smile touched her lips as she folded her arms.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"that is rather impressive considering how few people actually know anything about me." her gaze swept over him briefly, measured and unhurried. the only ones who truly knew anything regarding her and still lived where the mikaelsons, people searching for a way to break the sun-and-moon curse, or people who lived in mystic falls. she wondered to what group he belonged.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"so tell me, if the world has truly been speaking my name for centuries, what exactly has it been saying?" a pause followed. "i am always curious to hear which version of me has become fashionable this decade." aside from that, aside from her own curiosity regarding what he heard, she also was curious about him. "and who are you, i might ask?" || @wrathofivar
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES ⇢ 3x09 | HOMECOMING
things i need to do: work on my drafts on all my blogs, update my carrds and verse/au pages
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HE GRINNED. WIDE, AUTHENTIC. THE KIND THAT REACHED HIS EYES. And then he laughed. Like Katerina had said the funniest joke in the world. ❛❛ Dignity? ❜❜ He parroted. ❛❛ Where's the dignity in lying down like some pathetic animal and dying, sweetheart? ❜❜ Arm drops to his side with a small shake of his head and a chuckle, like the joke were still being told. ❛❛ You've learned very little, Katerina. Of that, I can assure you. You'd rather die to win the battle than live to win the war. Perhaps I should publish a novel in my spare time, so fools such as yourself cannot besmirch my name with false teachings. ❜❜
He moved to the ottoman across from the couch she'd collapsed on, close enough to watch the sweat worsen on her skin. She wasn't far from death's doorstep now. Pesky thing, he thought. She still wouldn't budge. But he could, and would, get her to budge. He rose and crossed to the bar at the edge of the room. It was a smaller parlor — the kind suited for intimate gatherings, lined with liquors and blood types behind glass. He reached for two glasses, one for a warm, smokey Lagavulin, and the other— crack. The give of skin beneath his teeth, sharp and immediate, blood welling up warm and copper-bright before the wound could even register what had been asked of it. He smiled quietly, like it were a secret joke between himself and nobody else.
He let the wound breathe a moment, then turned from the bar — Lagavulin in one hand, a glass of his own blood in the other — and began the unhurried walk back toward her. There was no reason to rush. She wasn't going anywhere. He crouched at the edge of the couch, bringing himself level with her, and held his wrist close enough that she'd smell it before she saw it. Warm. Immediate. The kind of thing a dying body recognized before the mind caught up.
❛❛ Though you were right about one thing, Katerina. ❜❜ His voice was low, almost gentle, the way expensive things were handled. He tilted the glass slightly, let the blood catch the light. ❛❛ Nothing in life is without price. ❜❜ He didn't offer it. Not yet. Just let it sit there between them like a question she hadn't been asked to answer. ❛❛ I can help you, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask. ❜❜
❛❛ You're a practical woman, Katerina. Always have been. ❜❜ He swirled the glass once, unhurried. ❛❛ So I'll be practical with you. You drink, you live. And in return, you'll be of use to me — a position, I might add, that most would consider an extraordinary privilege given the alternative currently sweating through your skin. ❜❜ He tilted his head. ❛❛ All I need from you is the word. Come on, darling. Don't tell me you've given into the dying of the light so soon. ❜❜
⠀⠀⠀⠀the laugh that left him earned nothing more than a tired narrowing of her eyes. normally, she would have had a far sharper response ready. normally, she would have enjoyed dismantling his argument piece by piece until all that remained was irritation beneath that infuriating grin – well, at least in her mind, because she certainly wouldn't want to provoke a possible violent reaction.
⠀⠀⠀⠀today, however, every thought felt as though it had to claw its way through fire first. still, she managed a faint scoff. "stubborn people tend to have that problem." her voice came out rougher than intended. "we rarely make things easy for anyone." least of all klaus mikaelson.
⠀⠀⠀⠀another wave of pain rolled through her body. it started somewhere deep beneath her ribs before spreading outward like cracks through ice. her fingers tightened briefly against the edge of the couch. she refused to make more of a reaction than that, refused to give him one. because despite everything, she still had a plan.
⠀⠀⠀⠀she was not going to curl up in some forgotten corner and quietly cease to exist; that had never been her style. if katherine pierce was going to leave this world, she intended to do so spectacularly. people would talk about it, they would remember it. and once she was gone, it was hardly her problem what happened afterward – provided she managed to get away from klaus first. the very thought of spending her final hours trapped in a room with him was exhausting. his arrogance alone was enough to drain what little patience she had left.
⠀⠀⠀⠀when he moved away, part of her almost hoped he had finally decided to leave, to go torment someone else. to stop stealing minutes she could no longer afford to waste.
⠀⠀⠀⠀the illness (or rather poisoning) was doing strange things to her senses. everything felt wrong, and in a way distorted. sounds seemed to arrive too loudly and too sharply. vampires had excellent hearing but it seemed like it was more enhanced by now. the faintest noises echoed through her skull until they felt unbearable. every shift of fabric, every creak, every distant movement.
⠀⠀⠀⠀and smells were even worse. they lingered and multiplied. they turned her stomach and made the nausea twist beneath the fever. yet through all of it – she smelled blood. immediately, before she consciously registered why.
⠀⠀⠀⠀she heard skin tear, heard the brief sound of liquid striking glass, and suddenly it was everywhere. it was impossible to ignore. it caused her throat to tighten; the dark veins beneath the dark and sickly rings under her eyes became more pronounced. she felt them.
⠀⠀⠀⠀felt the hunger stirring beneath the sickness, felt her body react before her mind approved of it. the whites of her eyes flooded with red. her gaze snapped toward the source and when he returned, she saw the remnants of the wound at his wrist.
⠀⠀⠀⠀she swallowed, trying unsuccessfully to relieve the dryness burning through her throat. and then her expression changed subtle; calculation replacing irritation as her eyes narrowed. measuring and estimating. counting possibilities.
⠀⠀⠀⠀could she take the glass? could she move fast enough? could she surprise him? escape before he stopped her? the answers came quickly and none of them were encouraging.
⠀⠀⠀⠀for one brief, feverish moment an entirely different thought crossed her mind. a thought that was wild, reckless and borderline insane.
⠀⠀⠀⠀attack him. bite him. leave him with something unforgettable. she's certain no one had been that bold before. (un)fortunately, the image lasted less than a second before practicality reasserted itself. it would end disastrously, even by her current standards.
⠀⠀⠀⠀slowly, she ran her tongue across her dry lips. more to occupy herself than anything else and to force those thoughts away because hunger was dangerous. especially when klaus was deliberately placing temptation directly in front of her.
⠀⠀⠀⠀her gaze finally lifted from the blood and back to him, unwilling to trust a single thing. "what exactly is it that you want? because i think we can both agree that the price isn't simply asking." and possible falling on her knees and beg. that would be humiliating but he probably is into shit like that. "so what is it, klaus? what do you actually want from me?" what does 'being of use to him' mean? putting her head on a chopping block? humiliate herself for his amusement? what could he possibly want? || @devilfated
@taleswritten sent: ❝ you’ve got me in the palm of your hands. you could crush me and i would still thank you for touching me at all. ❞ from damon!
⠀⠀⠀⠀a soft laugh escaped her because there was something almost unbelievable about the way damon spoke of her sometimes. as though she hung the moon herself. as though the mere act of existing in his vicinity was enough to make him grateful.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"oh, damon." the words left her lips fondly, her head tilted slightly as she studied him. "you are such a good boy." the smile that followed was warm enough to be comforting and dangerous enough to be anything but. "and so wonderfully devoted." she reached up, allowing her fingers to briefly brush the front of his shirt before they settled against his chest.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"i do like that about you." slowly, she stepped closer. close enough that very little space remained between them. her gaze never left his, not until the last possible moment. then she leaned in until her nose brushed lightly along the side of his neck, lingering near the steady pulse beneath his skin.
⠀⠀⠀⠀she could feel it and hear it. that familiar rhythm. steady and powerful. a small smile curved her lips as she drew in a slow breath before lifting her gaze back toward him.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"in that case..." her voice was little more than a playful murmur. "i assume you'll continue being generous with me." one brow arched. "because a young man who claims i have him in the palm of my hand would hardly object to offering me a little help when i ask for it, would he?"
a portrait cut moonstone pendant dangling on a delicate rose gold chain.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"wow, this is really great in terms of craftsmanship and a truly unique piece. thank you very much." all these anons that shower her in gifts? a very nice surprise.
ripper stefan brings her a fresh body to enjoy for her birthday.
⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine stared at the body for a long moment. then at stefan. then back at the body.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"well, this is certainly one way to say happy birthday." she replied while raising her eyebrows in surprise. because of all the gifts she had received today, this one was admittedly rather ... unique. in a way.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"you brought a ... corpse." which is probably very on brand of him in this groteque version of his. it still made her smile, though, because bringing her this 'gift' meant that he remembered. it meant that he thought of her. those things mattered.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"thank you, stefan, for remembering. although next year i'm putting together a list of socially acceptable birthday gifts – just to broaden your horizons."
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elijah plays her a piece on the violin.
⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine's gaze remained fixed on elijah long after the final note had faded into silence. "you play the violin?" there was unmistakable surprise in her voice. "all this time and somehow that information never came up." which, admittedly, was saying something considering how long they had known one another.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"i don't think i've ever actually seen you play before. thank you. i know you don't give performances on demand."
The necklace was older than Katherine, and that was the point. “Congratulations on another year of making it more and more difficult to find trinkets more senior than you.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀for a moment, katherine simply stared at the necklace. genuine surprise crossed her features. not because of the gift itself, because it had come from aurora.
⠀⠀⠀⠀slowly, she lifted her gaze. "i'm actually not sure which part surprises me more." her fingers brushed lightly against the old piece of jewelry. "the fact that you remembered my birthday...or the fact that you apparently know when it is." the observation was delivered with all the suspicion one would expect from someone who doesn't spread her personal data.
⠀⠀⠀⠀carefully, she examined the necklace again. and despite herself, she looked genuinely impressed. "this cannot have been easy to find." there was only appreciation because artifacts older than her were becoming increasingly rare.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"although i sincerely hope this isn't a threat." she held up the necklace slightly. "because the way you phrased that almost sounded like you're becoming frustrated by the limited availability of objects older than i am. and i'd hate to discover your solution is simply removing me from the equation."
⠀⠀⠀⠀"either way, thank you." || @ladamedemartel
