Tatia Petrova

independent tvd role-play blog. est. march 15, 2013 haunted by norey

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❝ My name is Tatiana... Pleasure, I'm sure. ❞

carrd || guidelines || bio || prompts || starter call

independent the vampire diaries / the originals role-playing account ; semi-active ; canon divergent ; open to other fandoms ; mun is 21+ and known as Norey; blog est. 2013 AD

❝ and I am TIME itself, I slow down to let you play; I STEAL the hours and turn the night into day ❞ (x)

RULES: semi-active, selective blog for Tatia Petrova from tvdu ; accepting of other fandoms and OCs ; mature and potentially triggering themes will be explored and properly tagged; will not rp with people under 21 ; promoting kindness and acceptance ; not accepting hate, OOC drama, and godmodding. MUSE: a character from tvdu ; a thousand years old immortal demon ; pre-established connections with characters from tvdu ; Tatia’s species is entirely my own creation and diverges/contradicts tvdu canon ; headcanons can be changed upon asking. IMMORTALITY: kept alive by a shattered part of her soul that was corrupted into a demon ; she can be hurt and killed but will always regenerate ; her demon is a separate entity that takes control over her actions as the sun goes down ; Tatia appears human unless sourcing power from her demon ; her demon’s powers include: regeneration / shadowstepping / superhuman strength / mind control / draining life essence. OTHER FANDOMS: familiar with tvd (up to season 6) / to (up to season 2) / spn / pretty little liars / shadow and bone / teen wolf / sandman / dabbled in other fandoms ; open to rping with most fandoms  MUN: mun is called norey ; 25+ ; rping on tumblr since 2013 ; english as second language ; living in Poland.

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@bloodpsalm: ❝ and this is the thanks i get for trying to help? ❞

❝I never asked for your help, did I?❞ Tatia raised her voice in reply, wiping the blood from her forehead. ❝I was managing just fine before you showed up.❞ Oh, the wounds still stung like hell and she still didn't move her left arm for the fear that it was broken.

But pride wouldn't allow her to express anything close to gratitude for dispatching her attackers, with the speed and strength she couldn't rival even on her best days. Not when the whole ordeal could be traced back to his assassination of her vampire network. Had they been alive, she would have been informed, prepared.

❝What right do you think you have to meddle in my affairs?❞ she hissed at him, the way an injured snake does when it wants to appear more threatening than it is. Because even now, even stripped of the layers of protection she spent centuries in acquiring, she refused to act weak in front of him. Refused to admit how vulnerable she became because of his actions.

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[survivingpierce]

⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine registered everything. she noticed the delay before the woman opened her eyes. most people reacted instinctively when someone appeared beside them at unnatural speed and out of nowhere. they startle; are surprised. but this woman? she had remained still for that extra second, as though preparing herself for what she already suspected she would see. it was almost as if she ‘celebrated’ the encounter somehow. there was someting like controlled restraint present. the delayed reactions carefully leashed back into place a fraction too late to be entirely hidden. and most of all, it was striking that this woman looked neither shaken nor horrified upon discovering who suddenly sat next to her. elena had reacted a lot differently back then. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀furthermore, that single, quiet ‘you’ told katherine more than the rest combined. katherine's gaze narrowed almost imperceptibly as she watched the subtle widening of the eyes, the slight shift in breath, the rapid correction afterward. recognition and not confusion. not shock born from confusion, but recognition colliding with reality. recognition before calculation; because someone truly blindsided would have spoken differently.

⠀⠀⠀⠀they would react with ‘what?’, ‘how?’, or ‘impossible’. they certainly would not react with ‘you’.

⠀⠀⠀⠀elena had been frightened by seeing her own face staring back at her. this woman did not look frightened. she looked… affected. somehow prepared, even.

⠀⠀⠀⠀this person certainly already knew that katherine existed (which confirmed her previous theory). or at the very least, had expected that one day she might know for sure.

⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine remained perfectly still beside her, posture relaxed in deliberate contrast to the sharp precision with which she observed every microscopic change. years of survival had trained her to dissect people quickly. tone. eye movement. muscle tension. hesitation. the smallest details often mattered more than the words themselves.

⠀⠀⠀⠀and this woman? she analyzed right back, katherine could feel it. and then came the shift. swift, almost cold.

⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine watched the irritation settle across the woman’s features with immediate precision, watched how quickly whatever emotion had surfaced got buried beneath assessment instead. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀'you were not supposed to be here.' – that earned the faintest twitch of amusement at the corner of katherine’s mouth, though it never reached her eyes. not because it intimidated her (it didn’t) but because of the implication beneath it. not supposed to. as though katherine had interrupted something. as though her presence complicated plans already in motion. katherine's expression did not change, though internally her suspicion sharpened instantly.

⠀⠀⠀⠀then came the scanning. katherine's eyes tracked the movement when the woman scanned the area; noticing how for a short moment, she almost zoned out. that, too, katherine noticed immediately. as if she were fixated on another sense, which was something that katherine deemed very unusual, considering that sight seemed to be the best choice here. listening for suspicious sounds was useless because there were so many different sounds due to the number of people at this place. so what did this person do? what was this person concentrating on?

⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine disliked how much she noticed. she disliked even more that the woman never truly seemed distracted by the resemblance between them for longer than a few seconds. this woman adapted far too quickly.

⠀⠀⠀⠀her attention sharpened further at the mention of them not remaining in public together. internally, something cold and instinctive tightened at once. the invitation away from witnesses.

⠀⠀⠀⠀every survival instinct katherine possessed rose instantly to the surface. she did not visibly tense, but her mind already began constructing possibilities at frightening speed: ambush. trap. isolation tactic. perhaps this woman merely wanted privacy, perhaps she wanted far worse. privacy meant separation from witnesses. suggestion another location meant control over that location. all tactical advantages.

⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine had survived over five centuries precisely because she assumed the worst first. always. nonetheless, her expression remained composed regardless.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"i’ve been in the city for quite some time," she replied evenly, crossing one arm loosely over herself. "long enough that several people apparently became convinced they’d seen me somewhere i absolutely wasn’t." her head tilted slightly. “if you intended to imitate me unnoticed, your research was lacking.” she let the statement settle.

⠀⠀⠀⠀and frankly? katherine was not particularly troubled by being seen with someone who resembles her. there’s already another doppelgänger walking around the united states. the novelty wore off years ago. though people would wonder why she would be out with elena, considering katherine did not like her younger doppelgänger. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀"which means either your little performance has been ongoing for some time…" a slight tilt of her head followed. "or you simply underestimated how quickly i’d notice someone borrowing my face." the faintest smile touched her lips then, elegant and cool. "either way, not ideal."

⠀⠀⠀⠀she did not miss the urgency beneath the woman’s insistence that they should not remain visible together. frankly, katherine herself did not particularly care. the existence of doppelgängers was hardly hidden from those who mattered anymore. elena gilbert existed openly enough that resemblance alone no longer alarmed her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀but this woman cared. that alone meant there was information katherine lacked. and she hated lacking information. which was precisely why, despite every instinct warning against it, she eventually went to the church anyway.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀the santa anna church stood withdrawn from the livelier pulse of the city, ancient stone tucked between narrower streets where sound lingered too long after dark. the architecture carried the heavy stillness unique to old religious places; rounded romanesque arches, weathered walls, candle smoke long absorbed into centuries-old stone.

⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine approached carefully.

⠀⠀⠀⠀the sound of her heels echoed rhythmically across the entrance as she stepped inside, posture flawless, expression composed. but beneath that, paranoia worked relentlessly.

⠀⠀⠀⠀her eyes mapped everything immediately.

⠀⠀⠀⠀the main entrance behind her, side chapel to the right. secondary corridor near the altar. stair access above. limited blind spots. possible choke points. flammable materials. potential escape routes. possible ambush positions.

⠀⠀⠀⠀she catalogued all of it automatically while moving deeper into the church without ever appearing hurried.

⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine pierce trusted almost no one, certainly not strangers. and absolutely not strangers wearing her face. especially not ones who reacted as though they had been waiting for her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀slowly, she tilted her head, dark curls shifting softly over her shoulder as her eyes traced the ancient structure surrounding them. "this," she said at last, "is a very strange place to have a conversation with your own face discussing why i apparently was ‘not supposed’ to be somewhere. though i suppose churches have always had a talent for hosting unsettling revelations." || @xnokturn

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@survivingpierce

Interruptions to her plans, even though never something to be enjoyed, were commonplace. When one desires to change the course of the river without revealing their presence even to the river itself, it is essential to adjust one’s movements to the flow, to become one with it, until at last — the river changes its course, believing it to be of its own volition.

Minor plans had to be made with the everchanging flow in mind; easy to adapt, mold, even discard outright if need arose. All in the name of supporting the grander schemes. But this… this seemingly coincidental meeting in the public view put more than just the outer layers of Tatia’s schemes at risk.

It risked revealing her existence to those who should under no circumstances find out about it. And that was something she couldn’t accept.

For that reason, even had Tatia’s eyes not picked up the miniscule lift of Katherine’s lips, the nonchalance of her posture was enough to irk Tatia in a way few things were capable of these days. Of course, Tatia didn’t expect Katherine to understand the ramifications, not even those that could prove fatal to her. After all, what reason would she have to suspect the actual intent behind Tatia’s actions? 

No. The irritation within her was not directed at Katherine, but on herself, for allowing this to happen.Which was why she chose not to answer, nor react. Even if the mention of her ‘lacking research’ hit a mark, though surely different than what Katherine intended. For them to find each other in the same city at the same time proved that not only was her research the opposite of lacking… but that it would have probably been better if her estimate was off. For both their sakes..

Santa Anna church, later that day

The dome of the church hung high above Tatia’s head, the weathered stone standing in stark contrast to her youthful looks. Even though the church had not yet existed even as an idea when Tatia let out her last human breath.

Though the afternoon sun still provided plenty of sunlight, the interior of the church was dimly lit by what little light could make it through the small windows and the collection of candles scattered around. But perhaps because of how little light made it through the stained glass, the colours of it appeared that much more mesmerising.

Tatia had been vaguely aware of Katherine’s delay; even when taking a different route to the church, it was still odd that she hadn’t yet made it inside. Thoughts began forming in the back of her mind: perhaps she decided not to show up; perhaps she decided to send someone else in her stead; perhaps she is already on her way out of the city; perhaps someone is waiting outside for Tatia, ready to follow and possibly capture her.

Many more thoughts followed. All possible options. Some she wouldn’t particularly mind; others were precarious enough to give her momentary pause.

But among all, there was also the possibility that she would (eventually show up). That was enough to keep Tatia in place.

And so, she stood there; awaiting the arrival of her descendant. Hands clasped behind her back, head lifted high, eyes transfixed at the painted canopy over the altar.

For a moment… there was something almost peaceful about the solitude she found there.

And then the door opened and the rhythmic echo of her steps reached Tatia’s ears.

When she heard Katherine speak of ‘unsettling revelations’, she couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh in response. ❝Ironic, isn’t it?❞ she asked, head tilting a little to the side. ❝Since all religions originated from a need for comfort in the face of the incomprehensible.❞ For a moment still, she remained with her back turned to the doppelgänger.

❝But what use we, who are not mortal, have of the gods?❞ she mused, her gaze dragging from the elaborate canopy to the altar beneath it. ❝Other than to appreciate the fruits of mortal worship…❞ Beside her stood the processional crucifix, the only silent witness to this strange encounter. For a moment, Tatia’s fingers hovered above it, as though she feared that an immortal’s touch was enough to taint the sanctity of the symbol.

And then, Tatia turned towards Katherine, finally allowing herself more than a mere glance.

❝It truly is uncanny...❞ the words came out as a little more than a whisper, as the corners of her lips twitched upwards for a second.

❝I’ve known of you for a long time,❞ she began speaking after a long pause, her feet carrying her closer in the direction of her descendant. ❝But scarcely did I dare imagine the day of actually meeting you.❞ Her eyes remained transfixed on the vampire, as though in an attempt to commit every detail to memory.

Her steps halted, still leaving a decent amount of space between the two.

❝And now that I did, well…❞ something that could almost resemble the beginnings of a laugh escaped her lips. ❝I can see just how imprecise my attempt at mimicry was.❞

A brief pause followed her words before she resumed her steps. But instead of closing the distance, she moved further in the direction of the pews.

❝Which I think answers your earlier question, at least in part. Though the nature of my intentions was not what you implied.❞ She stopped by one of them, as though to check if Katherine would follow. ❝The whole point behind this was for my presence to be noticed.❞

The remnants of a smile disappeared from her face then. ❝However, not by you. Right on the contrary,❞ Tatia shifted her posture to face her descendant. ❝My belief was that you still resided in the United States. Clearly, the information I was working with was false. Or, at the very least, significantly outdated.❞

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Pass the happy! When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! 💌

@thepsychicsalvatore

5 things? Uuu, like five senses! So let's go with that!

TOUCH: my cat's fur underneath my fingers

SMELL: lilac blooming everywhere I went in May

HEARING: the birds chirping outside my window

TASTE: homemade strawberry milkshake

SIGHT: seeing positivity on this site, within the community. We need more of it. I don't think there can ever be enough of it.

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Okay, even though the next two days are still going to be busy for me, I'm ending my hiatus early. I've made decent progress on the drafts (I only have 4 left to write), I took my time to take some pressure off, to enjoy my other favourite things and now I have that much more energy to provide you with more Tatia and occasionally Norey stuff!

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Speaking of birthdays! Are they important to Tatia? Does she celebrate them at all and if so, how?

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In all honesty, even though I picked a date for Tatia's birthday, I'm not sure if, realistically, Tatia would even know when her birthday is.

To my knowledge, Vikings didn't really celebrate birthdays (since at that time life expectancy for infants wasn't the highest) and it was more that they collectively celebrated surviving winters.

Then there's also the aspect of differences in calendars that were used throughout the centuries, the demon taking control for prolonged periods of time that messed with her perception of time passing, and well... other things that messed with her concept of time. Realistically, she might not even be sure how many years old exactly she is at the moment.

And when you add the aspect of her considering immortal life as more of a curse than a gift, well... there isn't much cause to celebrate.

IF we decide to assume that she knows her birthday, then I think it would be more of a guarded secret for her, and her way of celebrating would be taking a break and giving herself time to rest a little.

HOWEVER! When it comes to other people's birthdays, if she has some closer connection to a person (and let's face it, the roster is quite small) she tries her best to remember and make at least a small gesture for the person.

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Okay, I will be on semi-hiatus for the next two weeks. I won't lurk much here, but I will be working on replies when I can so hopefully when I return, I will be able to fill my queue properly.

But for now, I want to enjoy the last days of May; get lost in the forest, meet with friends for RPGs, spend some more time with my family.

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"i had it under control"

@malka-lisitsa

Muscles in Tatia's jaw kept shifting for a moment, as multiple scenarios of how this conversation could go began playing in her mind. There was a lot she could say. There was a lot she wanted to say. But in the end, biting her tongue was probably the best approach.

❝I'm sure you did,❞ she said at last, each word spoken slowly, as though the most miniscule shift of her voice would startle Katherine away.

❝Even if the blood soaking into the carpet as we speak somewhat contradicts your argument,❞ she added after a moment, without even glancing down at the two dead bodies sprawled out on the floor beside them.

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@deceptivemorals: ❝ forgive me, i didn’t know. ❞

Tatia's brows knit together in a clear display of confusion. ❝Do you think I'd hold it against you?❞ she questioned, feet shifting as if of their own accord, striving to close the distance Tatia's consciousness fought to maintain. The words were gentle, perhaps the softest she'd spoken to him in this century. ❝The fact you didn’t miraculously recognise me?❞

From the beginning Tatia realised that the chances of him discerning her among the currently living doppelgängers were slim at best. That was the whole reason why she'd decided to go with this ruse to begin with. After all, what reason could he have for thinking it was her, when all reason would dictate that she no longer belonged among the living? He had been the one to take her life; the blood staining his mouth and clothes served as enough proof of her death. How could she ever expect him to recognise her?

Of course, that's what she thought consciously. Reason is what she chose to approach him with, not daring to process the multitude of emotions that battled within her upon meeting him for the first time in centuries. If she stopped to feel, instead of think... she'd be forced to admit that there was this stubborn, irrational part of her that was angry at him for that. Angry, because his indifference hurt. Because against all reason, against her better judgement, she'd hoped that he still carried her with him, just like she never stopped carrying him.

And knowing that was not the case wounded her in ways she wasn't yet able to acknowledge. The fact she apparently didn't slip into his mind once during this whole ordeal. For if she did... if the man who pressed his lips to her knuckles under the thick canopy of trees was still within him, he surely would not subject one born of her lineage to such a cruel fate.

❝No, Elijah,❞ her voice took on a colder tone, lips pursing tightly. ❝My grudge lies in something for which you cannot claim ignorance.❞

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@survivingpierce: ❝ you just stepped in and ruined it for me. ❞

❝That was not my—❞ Tatia bit her tongue mid-sentence with a heavy sigh. What she had done, she’d done for Katherine. To offer her at least a semblance of protection, as much as she could provide in her limited position.

But what good were Tatia’s intentions to Katherine now? Her actions, no matter how well-intended, didn't protect her from anything. On the contrary; instead of providing enough distraction to give her some time before having to move again, all Tatia ended up doing was to shine a giant spotlight on where she was, leaving the location compromised. Unusable.

❝I know,❞ she conceded after a short pause. The consequences of Tatia's intrusion were not lost on her, and the fact she'd done it with the best intentions in mind only added to the guilt now gnawing at her.

She looked back at her doppelgänger then, her shoulders slumped as though the weight of her shortcomings began manifesting in a physical way.

Tatia's lips parted slightly, as her mind flooded with all the possible things she could say to her descendant. I'd take it all back if I could. I will make it up to you. Let me make this right. I will do what I can to give you a fresh start somewhere else.

But instead, all she said was: ❝And for that you have my apologies. However little they are worth to you.❞

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Would anyone be mad if I changed the icons format (yet again?) I'm guessing not, but still it feels weird to change it so soon after the previous revamp. But I now I have access to more tools and damn, I enjoy messing with them way too much.

Examples under the cut (and a bonus). Now there might be more consistency to them.

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Just a reminder, that while I try to reply to things in order, sometimes it is a choice between writing out of order or not writing at all. Asks especially are such cases. So please, keep that in mind with me.

(On that note, huge thanks to everyone who left asks yesterday, I blinked and suddenly there's people there, it truly made my evening 💚)

Also, anyone feel like coming to Poland for homemade sushi? I made too much and now I can barely move, but there's still a lot. (yes, I had to brag, since it was my second time making sushi and the first time was so many years ago that I didn't remember anything)

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"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for both sides of the argument, adjust as necessary.

for the "i don't need your help" one

you can get lost.

i thought i told you i had this under control.

you never listen to me.

i was taking care of it.

leave me alone.

are you happy now?

you just stepped in and ruined it for me.

that was completely unnecessary and you know it.

i had it under control.

you didn't need to show up.

can't you let me handle my own shit?

i would have appreciated it if you asked first.

i had it handled!

you didn't need to do all that!

what part of "i don't need help" do you not understand?

they were about to give it to me before you showed up!

i had something going and you ruined it!

what, you mean you don't trust me to handle it myself?

you trained me better than this.

you can't just show up every time and save me.

what's the point in putting me out here if you're not going to let me do it on my own?

i thought you trusted me to take care of this by myself.

you taught me this.

i'm never going to forgive you for this.

that was uncalled for.

what happens when you're not here one day and i have to take care of things on my own?

how am i ever going to learn if you keep stepping in?

i'm not you.

for the "i'm just trying to help you" one

i heard you struggling.

i was just trying to help you.

and this is the thanks i get for trying to help?

things were getting out of hand. i had to step in.

you never would have done that by yourself.

it's okay to ask for help.

it's not that i don't trust you. i don't trust [them].

a minute longer and you'd be dead in there.

i had to make sure you were okay.

of course i trust you. this was never about trust.

i'm not going to risk your life like that!

i should have been there sooner.

if i'd only reached you faster.

a simple "thank you" would suffice.

you could thank me for saving your ass back there.

sure didn't seem like you had it under control.

things were getting out of hand, and i stepped in.

i'm in charge here, not you.

i'm not going to put your life at risk like that again.

we're done here.

i'm not arguing with you.

i saved your life, and this is how you repay me?

i just wanted to make sure you were okay.

maybe i crossed a line back there, sure, but i did it for you.

it's because i care about you.

of course you're capable. that was never up for debate.

you're not ready.

next time, let me handle it.

clearly you need more time before i let you do that alone.

we'll try again tomorrow.

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