𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥

  ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ Qᴇᴛꜱɪʏᴀʜ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴡ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇꜱ. ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅɪᴀ.  

[qtsiyah]

PINNED   POST.  well,   long   overdue,   but   hello   and   welcome   to   my   qetsiyah   roleplay   blog   from   cw’s   the   vampire   diaries   universe.   STABLISHED   26.12.2020.   qetsiyah   is   extremely   divergent   after   season   5   ,   as   in   the   fact   that   she   is   alive.   elements   will   be    taken   from   later   seasons   but   those    will   be   plotted.   MY   NAME   IS   CLAUDIA,   you   can   call   me   clau,   calu,   mama,   i   don’t   know.   SHE/HER   PRONOUNS.   i’m   latina,   from   uruguay   so   english   isn’t   my   first   language,   bare   with   me.

important   links:  

𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃   𝙳𝙾𝙲:   an   all   in   one   google   doc   about   bonnie,   her   rules,   background   and   information.

[qtsiyah]

calcifaed​:

a  dry,  humorless  laugh  escaped  him,  eyes  narrowed  and  head  nodded.  “i  couldn’t  exactly  speak,  being  calcified  and  all  that  jazz.  also  the  mask?  very  the  man  in  the  iron  mask,  by  the  way.”  he  commented,  raising  both  eyebrows  and  nodding.  certain  that  many  great  stories  were  inspired  by  his  temporary  decline.  although  being  a  total  cryptid  wasn’t  exactly  a  walk  in  the  park,  a  part  of  him  was  relieved  that  he  didn’t  have  to  witness  the  atrocities  and  mistakes  crafted  by  humanity.  great,  qetsiyah  was  also  exhausted,  so  why  not  drop  it  already?  but  it  wouldn’t  be  that  easy.  it  didn’t  click  nor  add  up  how  cursing  the  bennett  witch  was  perfect  but  he  didn’t  question  her  rationality.  “a  basic  necromancy  spell  would  have  done  the  trick.”  and  that  had  been  silas’  plan  until  he  decided  that  he’d  rather  watch  everyone  run  around  in  panic.  as  the  brunette  approached  him,  his  expression  changed  into  that  of  disbelief,  rendered  almost  speechless.  when  the  plant  is  between  his  hands,  a  scowl  remained  upon  features,  eyes  never  wavered  from  the  sorceress’  because  despite  his  suffering  —  he  wasn’t  afraid  of  her.  “you’re  crazy.”  lips  part  open  slightly,  brows  lowered  expressing  worry  but  slowly,  the  wary  look  disappeared  and  turned  into  a  menacing  smirk.  “but  so  am  i.”  hands  clutch  the  pot  tighter,  “and  judging  by  your  cute,  little  plant  emporium  and  attempt  to  move  on,  you  value  your  new  life.”  emerald  hues  scanned  their  surroundings  before  settling  on  hers  again.  a  fixed  stare  of  pure  hatred  accumulated  for  over  two  millennia.  “me?  i  have  a  death  wish  and  i  will  destroy  the  other  side  myself  even  if  i  go  down  with  it.”  he  spoke  with  great  certainty,  “and  i  don’t  care  about  the  chaos  it  will  bring,  it  won’t  matter  if  i’m  dead.” 

"there   is   hardly   anything   BASIC   about   necromancy,   silas.   you   know   it   takes   great   magical   prowess   and   a   lot   of   sacrifice."   which   she   does   have   to   be   honest,   but   she   had   never   been   a   fan   of   necromancy.   she   messed   up   with   the   life   span   of   a   person   before,   she   wouldn't   do   it   again   that   easily,   and   bonnie   offered.   so   if   her   descendant   wanted   to   do   it,   who   was   she   to   say   no?   "perhaps   i   am.   and   what   about   it?   apparently,   most   of   the   great   minds   are   crazy.   you   calling   me   names   doesn't   bother   me   anymore."   because   he   had   called   her   many   over   the   years.   crazy   is   just   a   small   detail   compared   to   what   he   had   said   in   the   past,   or   worse,   what   the   tale   describes   her   as.   silas   speaks   and   qetsiyah   has   to   almost   laugh   at   the   intensity,   but   she   doesn't   back   down.   "really?   you   still   want   to   die?   wow,   talk   about   consistency."   she   is   surprised,   appalled   perhaps,   annoyed   (   he   is   still   clung   to   that   idea   ).   "go   ahead.   try   and   destroy   it.   it   will   be   fun   to   watch   you   fail."   a   hand   moves   forward,   poking   into   his   chest,   daring,   she   knows   her   power,   destroying   the   other   side   would   take   a   lot   of   gut   power.   "so   you   came   all   the   way   up   here   to   tell   me   this.   a   phone   call   would've   sufficed."   the   witch   points   out,   a   shrug   spreading   upon   her   shoulders.   he   hates   her,   fine.   she   can   hate   him   too   and   she   has   her   reasons.   a   woman   scorn,   vindictive   bitch,   sure.   she   can   be   all   of   that   too.      "destroy   the   other   side.   but   tell   me,   how   sure   are   you   that   you   will   end   up   at   peace?"

[qtsiyah]

calcifaed​:

by  breaking  the  balance  of  nature,  one  deceived  the  universe.  dark  magic  wasn’t  something  the  travelers  took  lightly.  it  was  prohibited  and  a  crime.  “well,  thank  you.”  it  was  fun  while  it  lasted  but  there  were  always  consequences  to  be  paid  for.  a  lesson  silas  learned  the  hard  way.  “nature  is  unforgiving,  especially  toward  an  infraction  of  that  degree.”  he  expressed,  brows  scrunched  together,  head  shook  dismissively.  neither  of  them  could  exactly  undo  the  past  considering  time  traveling  spells  were  a  bitch  to  conjure.  features  relaxed  and  a  sigh  escaped  the  witch’s  lips,  emerald  hues  strayed  away  and  gave  their  attention  to  one  of  the  many  plants  decorating  the  room  before  looking  to  her.  “why  not?  i’m  pretty  over  this  feud  —  exhausted,  actually.”  a  hand  rested  on  his  hip  before  tilting  his  head  sideways,  “lukas.  hmm,  nice  guy.”  he  recalled  before  shrugging,  lips  pursed  together,  “sure.”  but  interest  lied  elsewhere.  the  other  side.  “speaking  of  descendants,  word  around  the  street  is  you  transferred  the  anchor  spell  onto  bonnie.  isn’t  that  a  little  harsh?”  not  being  one  to  talk,  considering  he  stashed  his  distant  nephew  into  a  safe  and  tossed  said  safe  into  the  quarry,  leaving  stefan  to  drown  repeatedly  for  an  entire  summer.  “why  do  you  wanna  keep  it  up  and  running,  anyway?”  he  inquired  before  lips  curled  into  an  amused,  teasing  smile,  “are  you  still  looking  forward  to  an  eternity  in  the  afterlife  with  little  ol’  me.”  eyelashes  bat  flirtatiously  and  hands  clasped  together  against  his  chest,  cheeky  grin  faded  into  a  sneer. 

"2000   years   and   at   last   a   thank   you.   how   nice."   and   an   odd   change.   but   the   voice   inside   her   head   keeps   her   from   fully   trusting   him,   never   again.   his   presence   alone   burns   something   inside   her,   a   fight   or   flight   instinct,   if   the   instinct   implied   just   fight   him.   "well,   I   admit   I'm   exhausted   as   well."   but   it   doesn't   stop   the   witch   from   distrusting   the   man   or   thinking   his   curiousity   is   just   a   facade,   a   way   to   charm   his   way   back   into   her   mind   and   get   whatever   he   wants.   the   curve   of   her   lips   turned   into   a   casual   smile,   amused   really   at   the   mention   of   her   descendant.   "well,   a   life   for   a   life.   they   wanted   bonnie   back,   and   I   got   her   back.   and   she   is   my   descendant,   one   foot   in   the   other   side,   the   other   in   the   real   world.   as   an   anchor,   it's   perfect."   harsh   or   not,   bonnie   knew   the   consequences   of   what   it   meant   to   come   back.      and   there   it   is,   the   mention   of   the   other   side,   eyes   scan   him   down,   a   smile   matching   his   own   show   on   her   lips.   "well,   it   would   be   a   delight   to   watch   you   spent   an   eternity   by   my   side.   poetic,   I   think.   considering   we   were to   be   married."   perhaps   she   is   still   lingering   on   her   revenge,   but   surprisenly,   it's   done   in   a   teasing   manner.   "the   destruction   of   the   other   side   imply   a   huge   power   vaccum   and   natural   consequences.   no   one   wants   that."   she   finally   adds   up,   a   step   closer   as   she   hands   him   the   plant   she   been   taking   care   of,   holding   his   gaze.   "so   yes,   we   are   spending   an   eternity   together.   try   not   to   look   so   gloom   about   it."

[qtsiyah]

who wants a starter? maybe canon dialogue based.

[qtsiyah]

isn’t she beautiful though.

[qtsiyah]

isn’t she beautiful though.

[qtsiyah]

exactly   what   it   say   on   the   banner!   like   this   post   and   I   will   make   you   a   starter  from   queen   qetsiyah.   if   you   are   a   multi,   please   tell   me   which   one   of   your   muses   or   I   won’t   make   the   starter.   most   things   will   be   done   post   s5   in   my   own   version   of   canon.

[qtsiyah]

QETSIYAH   EDITS.

“I   have   trust   issues,   I’m   controlling,   paranoid   and   a   little   crazy,   and   that’s   working   out   just   fine.”

[qtsiyah]

mikolsone​:

GOOD  BOY? Kol  supposes  that,  if  anyone  is  allowed  to  call  him  by  such  a  term,  it  is  someone  who  is  actually  old  enough  to  see  him  as  a  child.  Kol  has  outlived  most  other  beings,  but  not  her,  she  makes  him  look  YOUNG.  However,  he  lets  it  slide,  he  has  respect  for  the  witches,  and  her  power  is  almost  unmatched.  The  friendly  gesture  is  accepted,  a  mutual  smirk  gracing  his  features  as  he  wraps  his  hand  around  hers,  squeezing  it  rather  too  tightly  in  an  effort  to  prove  his  own  power.  “Kol  Mikaelson,  the  pleasure  is  all  yours,  darling.” 

"i'm   sure.   strong   grip   you   got   there."   she   notices   it   right   away,   but   there   is   still   a   smile   on   her   lips.   he   is   polite   and   he   shows   manners   enough.   she   had   heard   of   him   while   on   the   other   side.   "ah   yes,   kol.   the   young   brother.   then   again,   young   is   a   relative   word   here."   a   thousand   years   old,   perhaps   that   kind   of   wisdom   makes   him   older.   or   dangerous.   probably   both   and   qetsiyah   is   aware   of   that   duality   with   those   of   his   kind.      "I   was   curious.   you   and   your   family   used   a   spell   of   mine   to   get   turned   into   vampires.   same   spell,   different   outcomes.   I'm   sure   some   things   were   lost   in   translation."   it   was   over   a   millenia   old   her   spell   when   esther   and   her   descendant   ayana   got   their   hands   into   the   spell.   similar,   but   not   quite.

[qtsiyah]

calcifaed​:

arms  crossed  over  his  chest  and  lips  parted  to  speak  but  held  back  the  words  for  a  moment.  it  surprised  him  that  she  had  continued  the  tradition,  marrying  for  the  sake  of  continuing  a  line  of  powerful  witches  and  abiding  to  the  laws  that  a  group  of  loonies  who  were  borderline  cult  material  set.  “well,  yeah,  but  what  i  don’t  understand  is  why  you  stayed.  you  had  so  much  power,  you  could  have,  i  don’t  know  —  ran  away  and  chosen  your  own  destiny?”  screw  the  travelers!  qetsiyah  was  the  most  powerful  sorceress  in  their  coven,  even  he,  as  talented  as  he  is,  did  not  compare.  always  silver  never  gold.  perhaps  the  underlying  envy  he  felt  toward  her  facilitated  his  betrayal.  “i’m  curious  though.”  an  index  finger  waddled  in  her  direction,  “who  did  you  end  up  getting  hitched  to?  and  how  many  kiddies  did  you  two  have?”

"by   that   time   I   had   broken   the   rules   of   nature   once.   for   you,   for   us.   I   thought   by   behaving   and   being   good   and   following   the   rules,   they   would   be   at   ease."   a   shrug   passing   by   her   shoulders   speak   the   rest   of   the   story.   she   had   thought   wrong.   it   seems   to   be   a   pattern   down   her   bloodline,   leading   up   to   the   bennett   witch   who   still,   is   bounded   by   her   actions   and   friends.   "why   curious   though?   i'm   sorry   if   I   don't   trust   this.   .   .casual   chatter   of   yours."   in   fact,   she   doesn't   trust   anything   that   comes   out   of   his   mouth.   he   could   twist   reality   to   his   whim   and   he   didn't   need   his   psychic   powers   to   do   as   well.   "lukas.   and   we   had   two.   twins,   if   you   must   know.   do   I   need   to   tell   you   their   zodiacal   signs   as   well?"   qetsiyah   teases,   eyes   shifting   to   try   and   understand   where   all   of   this   was   coming   from.  

[qtsiyah]

tessa here just wants to be at peace and raise her plants and maybe buy a dog but no one is letting her.

[qtsiyah]

QETSIYAH   EDITS.

“I   have   trust   issues,   I’m   controlling,   paranoid   and   a   little   crazy,   and   that’s   working   out   just   fine.”

[qtsiyah]

calcifaed​:

head  nodded  affirmatively  to  his  act  of  treachery  towards  his  ex-fiancee  and  nodded  even  quicker  when  qetsiyah  expressed  proving  him  wrong.  “that  you  did.”  perhaps  a  millennia  ago,  silas  might  have  found  the  act  cruel  and  twisted  but  in  his  current  state  of  mind,  he  found  it  intelligent  and  shrewd.  still   twisted,  nonetheless.  eyebrows  scrunched  inquisitively  at  the  mention  of  marriage  and  children.  well,  the  former  immortal  never  had  any  of  his  own,  all  of  the  salvatore  descendants  were  his  nieces  and  nephews  and  distant  grandchildren  of  his  siblings.  when  the  travelers  were  cursed,  they  all  scattered  around  and  since  they  could  only  harness  their  power  in  groups,  his  bloodline  must  have  chosen  a  more  mundane  life  (  probably  out  of  shame  for  their  ancestor’s  actions  )  and  generations  that  followed  became  human.  “what  about  the  man  you  married?  didn’t  you  love  him?”  

self   accomplished   smile   as   she   moves   to   fix   up   some   of   her   plants,   kept   her   busy,   kept   her   from   focusing   all   too   much   in   his   presence,   not   letting   herself   dwell   too   much   in   the   past   despite   how   much   she   had   loved   doing   that   for   over   two   thousand   years.   a   frown   appears   at   last,   head   turning   to   face   him   and   staring,   curiously.   "why   are   you   asking   me   this?    marriages   back   then   were   hardly   made   out   of   love."   no.   back   then,   arranged   marriages   where   the   norm.   she   had   thought   her   and   silas   had   been   the   exception   to   the   rule.   but   naivete   was   proven   wrong.   qetsiyah   simply   shrugs   it   off,   a   wave   of   her   hand.   "he   was   a   fine   man.   for   the   short   time   we   were   together,   he   cared   for   me   and   at   the   time,   that   was   enough."   a   caring,   loyal   man.   just   a   good   match.   not   her   choice.   silas   must   had   know   that.   so   she   is   suspicious.   "you   already   know   the   answer   to   that. "

[qtsiyah]

QETSIYAH   EDITS.

"I   have   trust   issues,   I'm   controlling,   paranoid   and   a   little   crazy,   and   that's   working   out   just   fine."

[quality-tvd]

[qtsiyah]

calcifaed​:

a  nonchalant  expression  fell  over  the  witch’s  features  as  he  listened  on  before  a  laugh  escaped  his  lips.  “ah,  hyperfixate.  yeah,  i  let  go  of  my  anger  towards  you  a  long  time  ago  but  thanks  for  the  advice.”  silas  shrugged  before  reaching  a  hand  up  to  scratch  his  head  as  qetsiyah  mocked  him,  “a  for  effort  on  the  impersonation.”  he  put  a  thumbs  up  and  nodded  before  shrugging  his  shoulders,  “i  mean,  yeah,  i  am  in  love  with  amara  and  for  the  longest  time  i  thought  she  was  dead.  well  played,  by  the  way.”  lips  pressed  together  into  a  tight,  forced  smile,  “but  there’s  a  difference  between  obsession  and  love,  qetsiyah  and  you  clearly  have  only  experienced  the  latter.”  hands  moved  to  his  hips,  looking  over  at  her,  “or  am  i  wrong?  what  happened  after  you  placed  me  in  a  ditch  and  turned  amara  into  an  object?”

"you   played   me   for   a   fool.   I   thought   I   would   prove   you   wrong.   and   you   didn't   even   thought   of   it."   turning   amara   into   the   anchor   to   the   other   side,   might   had   been   her   best   play   in   all   of   their   history   and   despite   all,   she   was   proud   of   the   feat   she   was   able   to   accomplish.   shame   it   came   at   the   expense   of   their   history.   she   entertains   herself   looking   elsewhere,   only   allowing   herself   a   small   side   glance   at   silas   before   replying.   "how   did   you   think   the   bennett   witch   came   to   be?   she   is   my   long   long   lost   descendant.   I   got   married,   I   had   children,   enough   time   to   preserve   the   bloodline   before   the   travellers   turned   on   me   and   killed   me."   turns   out,   creating   the   immortality   spell   and   mess   with   nature   had   its   consequences,   who   would've   thought   that?   "love.   I   felt   it   once.   didn't   agree   with   me."  

[bloodygifs]

“Tessa in 5x05” requested by Anon