#VALERIAN.

[cvrsedmuses]

Morcant: if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what is one thing you absolutely have to resolve and/or do before then?

Call him crazy, but Morcant had his preparations in place for when he died. That's something only a few people knew about: how fucking paranoid he was. Underneath all the sweet smiles and good nature, there was a deeply neurotic and paranoid young man. He could try to say that it was a byproduct of the environment, but he didn't know how much truth there was in that statement. Elowen knew about it, she had his will in hand and his portrait hidden somewhere safe. He had letters for everyone he loved, telling what he thought they should be happy in his absence. That he loved them, and they should have a long, happy life. He wouldn't run desperately towards loved ones, making confessions that wouldn't have a tomorrow. Why would he tell Valerian and Bryrony that he loved them? He would die the next day, and there would be nothing to do. It wasn't fair to dump that on them and then die, they would have to live the rest of their lives with that in their conscience. Morcant wasn't a good person, but he wasn't about to condemn two people with a life filled with "what ifs". Things were better this way. Quiet and lonely. @nobelandloved @xsecretkeepers @bryonyparkinsons

[lcftyambiticns]

☠️ ( B) - Valerian )

⚝ ╰     ‘ 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 ╱ @bonegrieve

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝒜fter more than two years of them growing close and slowly cultivating their relationship from prisoner and jailer to what could be considered friends, it all shattered like glass against stone when Lorroakan stumbled upon the blade that could slay the child of a 𝐠𝐨𝐝 among Valerian's possessions.

The very blade that had been plunged into his side as he saved Valerian's life —— when he nearly SACRIFICED himself for that wretch.

"You worthless, pathetic CHILD," he spat, circling the kneeling Aasimar with a gaze that could wither the stoutest of hearts, holding the dagger in one hand and his staff in the other.

The wizard rarely ever yelled. But Valerian had accomplished that, to drive the wizard absolutley furious, and he was tempted to hurl the blade into a corner in a fit of rage. He didn't, simply because he was unsure if Valerian would lunge after it like a dog.

Lorroakan's bitterness ran deep, fueled by the injustice of it all. He'd always had to work tirelessly for everything, and there was no room in his heart for pity or sympathy ; particulary not for those who where born with such privilege and still had the nerve to whine. The first time he had seen Valerian's self-inflicted scars, he had held his tongue. But this??

Did he want to kill himself?? Did he want to kill Lorroakan?!

Both of these possibilities made Lorroakan seethe with rage. Cowardly. Pathetic. A BETRAYAL. He had allowed himself to trust Valerian, to confide in him, to treat him as an equal. How wrong he had been, and it had almost cost him EVERYTHING. He came so close to losing his immortality ( his destiny!! ) and the one person he had come to care about in a long time. More than he'd ever admit.

He would make Valerian pay for making him feel so... terrified, he would make him bleed with words that cut like razor blades.

"Oh, to have been blessed like you! Your powers, your station, IMMORTALITY —— What I would have given for such fortune!!" Lorroakan snarled, delivering a hard blow with his staff across Valerian's wings, recalling how much pain it had caused him two years ago.

"You have been handed EVERYTHING on a silver platter, gifts that most could only dream of! Even a THRONE! But you have squandered it all, you ungrateful BRAT, yet you DARE to wallow in self-pity, to moan and groan as if the world owes you something?! You disgust me!!" The wizard now stood before Valerian, towering over him as he raised the staff to lift Valerian's chin.

His cheeks were red with anger, his hazel eyes filled with nothing but contempt, and his voice was eerily calm — more like a hiss — as he spoke with restrained fury.

"You are unworthy of the gifts you have been given, unworthy of the title you bear. I can understand why your father discarded you like yesterday's garbage. And now, to see you turn on me, you cowardly wretch... You... are nothing... but a disappointment."

Send ☠️ for me to write some crippling angst between our muses.

[kroovv]

Val, Val, Val!✨

[pinkvbay]

New pet

[purichou]

[cvrsedmuses]

MORCANT'S POV UNDER THE CUT -- (i'm considering it's his first fiancée, not bryrony!)

How pathetic was he, again? Morcant was supposed to be happy for Valerian. It was his best friend's engagement party, he was going to be the best man. The best man at his best friend's wedding.

The man Morcant had been in love with for years.

But the worst part? That wasn't even the reason why Morcant was sad about the whole thing, no. He already came to terms that he can't be in a relationship with Valerian, that his best friend didn't like him back and it was impossible. So no, he wasn't devastated for the whole unrequited love situation.

He was devastated because Valerian looked miserable.

Maybe he could try to fool someone else, but not Morcant. The way his eyes danced across the room, as if looking for a way out, somewhere to run. His hands resting on the abs Morcant knew he had, but not for any biblical reason, but because he was the best friend. It was like Valerian was trying his best not to puke.

It wasn't obvious, it was just... Morcant knew Valerian more than anyone else.

From his bed hair in the morning, to the way his bright eyes narrowed when he was sarcastic, to the shape of his lips when he said Morcant's name. He knew everything. Or so he thought.

He wasn't stupid, his best friend wasn't getting married for a burning love towards his wife. It was duty. But, still... Why was he looking that miserable? Did something else happened?

Morcant wanted to cradle the Parkinson's face in his hands, caress his cheekbone with his thumb and feel the warmth of his forehead against his lips. Oh Merlin, it felt like a punch in his gut.

"Of couse I'm going to be the best man, are you kidding? They look great together." Morcant replied to the other person, as if his gut wasn't tearing itself into shreds.

And he was good at it. Acting like his heart didn't belong to Valerian, like he didn't want to press him against the wall and show him the filthiest sounds a body could make.

Morcant was the best at lying through his teeth. He even lied to himself.

for valerian: what is something or someone you know you can't afford to lose? how far are you willing to go to make sure you don't lose it/them?

Valerian had drunk too much, but he didn't think he could be blamed for that. It was a party after all, his own engagement party. He was allowed to celebrate. It was definitely the alcohol that made him sick to his stomach, not the thought of marrying this woman. They'd been together for years, why would the thought of the engagement make him feel like he wanted to run, and then keep running, until no one could find him.

His eyes drifted, not for the first time, to the other end of the room. He had never been good at keeping his eyes off his best friend. They sought him out against his will. It was easy between them, with a look he would know, know if both of them were engaged in mind numbing, banal conversation, or if one needed rescuing from an overbearing relative. The worst times were when he didn't look back. When Valerian was left to wonder what the person had said to capture his attention, if this would be the one to steal him away. It was so easy, in those moments, to imagine pulling the other into a side room. Whispering all the unspoken things, demanding his attention and more. But then more images followed, of rejection, of things going horribly wrong, of Valerian left alone, without the only person who knew how to care about. Those images terrified him far more than simply allowing things to remain as they were. Someone approached Valerian from behind, evidently having noticed his mood. "Everything ok?" They asked, a hand settling on his shoulder. "Yeah man, I'm fine."

[amrubrum]

Cardan Greenbriar:

[theplottdump]

this is why my sims want to kill me

[thejudeduarte]

Is noone gonna talk about the fact that in tcp, in that scene where Jude gets poisoned by the faerie fruit, they see 7 shooting stars and Jude describes that at as dozen deaths. I haven't heard anyone mention that that could have been foreshadowing what was to come later during the coronation as 6 Fae died then (Elowyn, Eldred, Dain, Rhyia, Caelia and Taniot) and also Valerian earlier on which makes 7 deaths like prophecied.

I thought it was really clever, nothing a reader would have really paid attention too.

[cvrsedmuses]

Morcant: have you had any romantic or sexual experiences that made you realize something about yourself?

@bryonyparkinsons @xsecretkeepers Girls were objectively hot. Morcant had always known that. He liked girls, he'd had crushes before. Merlin, he'd been half in love with Bryrony for half of his life. When he looked at her, it was all sunshine and rainbows. She made everything seem simple. She was so good, Morcant genuinely thought they would get married someday. Maybe. He didn't know how that would work, because marriages were dysfunctionals by nature, and he didn't wanna risk ruining their friendship like that. If they got married, they would start fighting and it would all grow cold. Her blonde hair falling on her face, blue eyes that reminded him of a blue sky in a rainless day, and hands so soft... So small and soft, like she could heal every ache he had ever had. How smart she was, resourceful when she thought no one was looking, and how it broke his heart that her eyes were clouded with dreams she thought she couldn't have. If he could, he would pick her dreams from Yggdrasil itself and bring her in a silver platter. Morcant knew better, that marriages weren't meant to be happy. At the same time, there was his best friend. Things were easier when he didn't know he was in love with his best friend as well. It hit him on a saturday morning, after a day running around in the Nott Gardens like they didn't have a single worry. They were disgusting with sweat and mud, lying on the grass, too tired to get up. Valerian had his eyes closed, basking in the tiny ray of light that shone between the clouds. He had long eyelashes that rested against his high cheekbones. Morcant didn't realized he said that out loud. "You have long eyelashes." He blurted out, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Valerian suddenly opened his eyes, and Morcant felt like all the air had left his lungs. Fuck. He was in love.

[lcftyambiticns]

Cold; maybe someone has been researching too late into the evening and has fallen asleep! ;3

⚝ ╰    ‘ 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 ╱ @bonegrieve.

ℒorroakan had always been prone to 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

When he set his sights on something, he would sink his claws into it and relentlessly pursue it. He simply had to find this artifact.

Both had worked alongside each other all day ; Valerian had been helpful, and Lorroakan bid him good night when the Aasimar retired to bed ( yes, bed. He allowed him to sleep in an actual bed for quite some time now ). The wizard, meanwhile, had poured over books and scrolls until at some point, his lids grew increasingly heavy.

Just a little longer. Perhaps the key to everything lay behind the very next page...

"Mmh?" Lorroakan's eyes fluttered open, startled by the unexpected warmth of the blanket draped over him. He blinked blearily, momentarily disoriented —— apparently, he had fallen asleep at his desk. With a faint hint of embarrassment, he straightened his posture in his chair and adjusted the blanket around his shoulders with a reluctant gesture ( how sweet of Valerian ). "I didn't realize I had drifted off," he muttered.

There was ink smudged on his cheek.

sender places their jacket blanket over receiver's shoulders / actions speak louder than words. ( accepting )

[kroovv]

You never thought i’d wake 🩸

[weepingwidar]

Rute Merk (Lithuanian, 1991) - Thalia with Valerian (2024)

[astraeajackson]

MADOC FR TRYNA TELL JUDE THAT "IF THE VIBE IS RIGHT, IT'S ABSOLUTELY OKAY TO SLAUGHTER ALL YOUR PESKY PESKY ENEMIES!!!"

LIKE WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY I CAN'T-

[pinkvbay]

The softest of cores

[impish-baby]

Would the yan caregivers take you trick or treating?

Werewolf fam - unfortunately, going into town during Halloween is banned because one year Madison entered herself in a doggy costume context in her wolf form! Which, while funny, was very potentially dangerous.

Rowen does still want everyone to enjoy the holiday though so he makes boo baskets for all his kids! You can all cuddle up in the den together and watch movies (Liam is more so for the likes of hocus pocus, Madison is a horror fan)

Sylvia - all for it, she's making your costume and her own!! The witch will go until everyone's porch light is off, you deserve all the candy you can get! She holds your hand the entire way, sometimes even dragging you over to particularly well decorated houses

Valerian - he won't let you actually go out to trick or treat, but he'll set your stuffies up like they're handing out candy! They'll fawn over how cute you are in your little outfit, wanting to take pictures so they can add it to their scrapbook (baby's first Halloween with papa :DD)

HIWTHI - Jaiden acts like he doesn't want to go but he is actually so excited- is definitely trying to get you to trade with him if you get something he wants. Theo and Jack come with as well, but neither of them will go up for treats. They just want to hang out with their little siblings!

Maybe having matching costumes? Oogie boogie and his kids, caroline (jaiden doesn't care who he is as long as he can do the button eyes), sailor moon..